*sigh* Poor Kakarot… bwahahahaha…
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Ladies! Baby boy Kakarot doesn't speak Saiyan! Switch to something else so he can understand all those beautiful voices of yours!"
Immediately, all of the women surrounding them at the entrance switched over to his language, and Goku instantly blushed. Now that he could understand them all, the things they were suggesting were very… um… wow.
"Aw! Look at the carrot blush!" One of the women chuckled, kissing both of his bright red cheeks. "Turles, he is just too adorable. Much cuter than you," she teased with a wink tipped his way.
"Yeah, too bad we're both mated, huh?"
The one who'd called him 'the carrot' yanked the side of his gi top to the side at that and a loud lamentation went up throughout the women when his mating mark was bared. "Um… Turles…? I thought you said we were going to a bar…?" Goku practically whimpered, not used to so much female attention at once.
"They serve drinks, too, don't you ladies?" His older brother said smoothly, throwing an arm around his shoulders and skillfully weaving them through a small crowd of gorgeous, nubile, half-naked women. "Little brother, if you weren't mated… dear gods, the things these women would do to you," he added with a chuckle.
Watching him gulp and nod, his ears turning red with the rest of him, the first woman chuckled, a low, throaty, sexy sound. "Turles, for this one, tonight would have been free of charge. I'm curious to see if that blush goes all the way down, or just to his neck."
"See, Kakarot?" Turles snickered. "And Celes is downright famous on this side of town, you know. She doesn't offer her services to just anyone, let alone for free."
"Speaking of free services…." She purred, stepping to the side so some of the other girls could serve them drinks, "how is your big brother?"
"Ah… well, Celes… I have some rather bad news."
"Oh no! Is he injured!?"
"Is he going to be alright!?"
"Heh, we could nurse him back to health."
"Yeah, a few blowjobs would bring him right around!"
Kakarot's eyes got wider with each proclamation and sexual suggestion, while Turles smirked and seemed to rather be enjoying all of their proposals. "But… Bulma would be awfully pissed, Turles… she'd kill them all," he whispered conspiratorially. "And I didn't think you could do that sort of thing if you were mated."
All conversation stopped immediately, and the room went dead silent except for what sounded like a reined in, muffled laugh from Turles. "What did you say?" Celes asked softly, her eyes wide with shock.
Suddenly the center of attention, Goku swallowed and shrugged. "Um… uh… I was just asking about mating… you know? Raditz's mate is awfully territorial… her temper's a thing of legends back home." His eyebrows hit his hairline when a loud wail went up from several of the women, while more than a few others openly wept.
"Not Raditz!"
"No! He's gone over to the dark side!"
"I couldn't get one last fuck in with him at least!?"
"Yeah, little brother… Raditz is something of a legend around here, too. Just not for his temper," Turles informed him over the sounds of crying women. "Ladies! Relax! Kakarot here has a son, you know! Five more years and I'll bring him for his first burning!" Turles yelled over the din.
"WHA!? NO! Chi-Chi would KILL us!" Goku exclaimed. Then he blinked and looked at his brother. "Wait… what's a burning?"
All conversation stopped again and the women just stared at him once more. "You are a Saiyan, right?" One of the women asked.
"Kakarot bumped his head as a brat and totally forgot his Saiyan nature," Turles explained. "It seems to be steadily coming back to him, though, the more he's been around other Saiyans. Now Kakarot, I know you've felt that burning sensation once every couple of years, right? And you've jumped on Chi-Chi for two or three days straight?" His eye twitched a little when his brother just shrugged and shook his head. "No burning sensation in your body…. Ever?" He aske d incredulously.
"No, never. Why?"
"Lucky son of a bitch," Turles snorted. "Now you're making me wish I'd hit my head, too. The burning is a mating drive that all Saiyan males go through, starting around age fifteen. If you ever have one, you'll know it; there's no mistaking it for anything else, boy."
"So it's a mating drive, like when Chi-Chi's fertile? I had the strangest thing happen to me a few months ago, you know." He blushed at the memory and shook his head. "It's been happening every month now, and I can't seem to stop it. I'm just glad I haven't hurt her."
Turles scooted his chair over when Celes moved to sit between them. "I think our little carrot needs to have The Talk," she said seriously. "At least the portion of it that deals with Saiyan hormones."
"Have at it, woman," he replied with a shrug. "This one's beyond me." He knocked back his entire drink, swallowed, then just studied his brother. "Are you seriously telling us that you never jumped your mate while she's been in heat until a few months ago?"
"Not… not like that. I mean, I could smell it and everything, and I'd want her often during those times," he admitted while his face turned beet red. "But we just made love a lot and— what?" He asked, when all the women "aaawed" and smiled at him gently.
"Saiyan males don't say that word," Turles snorted in contempt. "Or… at least we'll never admit it," he added. "I'm pretty sure it's been said in the heat of the moment and all by more than a few warriors. But we definitely don't say it in public."
Now Goku was just confused. "But why? Love's a nice word, Turles." More cooing noises came from the women, and a couple pecked him on the cheek. "See? They agree."
"Precisely, little brother. Back on the subject, we'll have a conversation about that word at a later date."
"What happened with your mate a few months ago?" Celes asked with a little smile. Watching Turles get flustered had always been fun; her and Raditz had made annoying him a game on more than one occasion.
"I really don't know," Goku said softly. "She was taking these pills, and she told me they were vitamins, but they were really her birth control. She told me later that she'd been warned to keep it hidden while she was in heat. I crushed the pills, I don't know why, I was just so mad. And then I…" His eyes got a little wide and he shook his head. "I took her. But it wasn't me. Ok, it was me. But it wasn't. I don't know how to explain it. And… I told her to call me Kakarot," he finished, his face so red he was practically glowing. "My name's Son Goku," he added quickly, when the women just seemed confused.
"His Earth name," Turles explained. "He doesn't go by Kakarot back home."
"It sounds like you're remembering your Saiyan nature," Celes said gently, giving his hand a friendly squeeze. "You said you didn't hurt her, though, which is good."
"Oh no… she enjoyed it. And then the chase afterwards." He couldn't help but smirk a little at that. "I didn't mean to get so damned rough with her though… she was pretty sore afterwards."
"It sounds like your mate has a set of Saiyan balls, if she actually initiated a chase while you were like that," she chuckled.
"She thought it would calm me down," Goku replied with a soft laugh.
Turles laughed at that and ordered another drink for himself. "She was wrong, baby brother. I'll bet twenty credits that you fucked her brains out."
A flash of that Saiyan intelligence and humor came out of him then and he grinned sheepishly. "I'd say so. She was acting pretty retarded for a few hours after." Then the normal, sweet Goku came back and he blushed.
Celes didn't miss the sudden shift in his personality and eyed them both seriously. "Turles, this little carrot does seem to be remembering… or something. I don't know if it's serious, but I would warn his mate and have everyone just keep an eye on him."
His dark eyes got wide with worry at that. "I… I won't hurt anybody, will I? Every month when Chi-Chi's in heat, I've been terrified of hurting her when that… when Kakarot takes over," he finished with a slightly terrified whisper.
Turles held up his hand when Celes opened her mouth. "But you—or he—hasn't hurt her," he said flatly. "Baby brother, I honestly think you just need to not fight it anymore. It's who you are. You're a Saiyan warrior, Kakarot, likely the strongest of us all. And I saw the way you fought the other day; you were all Saiyan in that moment boy, and it was fucking impressive. I don't know if anyone could have possibly curved that energy blast as well as you did." His eyes narrowed at the memory and he shook his head in wonder. "Kakarot, the only thing that got hit by your blast were all of those rebels. The damage to the buildings was from Prince Vegeta's Final Flash. Which was pretty awesome in its own right," he admitted, "but your Kamehameha didn't even touch anything else."
"No, Turles, I wasn't Kakarot then. I was just me… though, there was this strange… I can't explain it. It was almost like I could think better. I could calculate the movements and the blasts of everyone around me. It was the same when I defeated Frieza, you know. I got… mad. Really mad. And I didn't feel stupid anymore."
"You're not stupid, Kakarot," Turles snorted. "Vegeta may be a prince, but he's an ass, and I've told him so on more than one occasion. He really needs to stop calling you an idiot."
"Ugh… yeah, I said as much and even more a few hours ago," Goku groaned. "I'd better apologize to him; I think I really hurt his feelings."
Turles barked out a laugh and threw back another drink while he practically giggled. "Oh gods, Kakarot… the mere thought. You're worried that you hurt his feelings!? Gods, you're such a woman sometimes! What did you say?"
"I um… I kind of snapped at him when he got his nose in the air about being better than me. I reminded him that we're equals and that he was pretty much the prince of nothing until Vegeta-sai got wished back," he answered in embarrassment. Judging from the shocked stares in the room, he knew he was right. "Yeah… I'll go apologize when we get back."
"Wow, Kakarot… I would have killed to be a fly on the wall for his reaction," Turles muttered. "And remember something, brother. He's still your prince, whether there's millions of us or just a handful. Even if your power does outstrip his. Vegeta and I don't get along half the time, but I still respect him as a member of the royal family."
"Yeah, well… he didn't try to kill everyone on your homeworld, Turles!" Kakarot snapped right back. "And I know he was under Frieza's influence and he was pissed because we'd killed Raditz, but there's always going to be a bit of bad blood between us for that. Even if everyone did get wished back eventually."
"Ok, boys, new subject," Celes suggested with a smile. She hadn't missed Goku's sudden shifts into a more Saiyan attitude whenever he'd gotten annoyed, and she was going to make it a point to have a talk with Turles and write the little carrot's mate a message. "Kakarot… have you even noticed that when you get agitated, you switch to speaking in Saiyan? Turles said you don't speak the language."
Turles blinked and sat up straight. "You're right, woman. The other day, during the battle… Kakarot, you did. You barked out all of those orders in Saiyan," he said slowly. "It's all coming back to you," he added with a smirk. "Gods, we're gonna be in for one hell of a ride if and when it hits you full force. I'd tell you to ask Raditz about it when he comes to, but frankly, Kakarot… you're an awful lot like me or Father when you get like that. You're going to have to learn to leash that anger, boy."
The room had gotten quiet, and Goku looked around. "What?"
"You said 'when Raditz comes to,'" a little blonde said softly, stepping forward. "So he really was injured in the battle?"
Goku nodded grimly. "He was burned really bad by some firestarters while he was trying to get the royal family back to the palace. If Trunks hadn't gotten him out of there in time, he would have been dead." Goku smirked with pride at that. "He really fucked them up, too, despite taking some hits himself. Usagi's working on healing him back up, and at the rate she's going, I doubt he'll even have that much scarring."
"Both of them are fucking heroes," Turles interjected. "I wouldn't be surprised if the king has Usa ink the both of them with the Pride of the Army." When his brother gave him a blank look, he sighed. "Kakarot, the Pride of the Army is only… the fucking tattoo. I can only think of two people in the last half a millennium that have ever received it. One of them was our grandfather's grandfather, over three hundred years ago. He flew into a battle and faced certain death to drag his entire squad out, two men at a time, thrown over his shoulders. He lost an arm in the process and still kept going back until all of his men were out. It's given for ridiculously insane acts of bravery, honor, and loyalty."
"Oh! Like the Medal of Honor or the Gold Star back on Earth! I get it now." Goku smiled, oblivious to the way some of the ladies in the room melted at the sight. "Raditz definitely deserves it. Trunks, too, with the way he ran back through to grab Usagi."
"Who's Trunks?" Celes asked curiously. It wasn't a Saiyan name, but for him to be inked, he had to be of Saiyan blood. "Is he from off world?"
Goku grinned and snickered as he tried his drink for the first time and nearly spit it out. "What is this!?"
"Uh… alcohol," Turles replied blandly, finishing his sixth drink. "I told you we were going drinking."
"Oh. Huh… I've never had anything stronger than beer before," Goku admitted a little shyly.
"Gods, he is just too cute, Turles. I would eat him up," a whore chuckled from the corner.
"And if he wasn't mated, I'd throw the little carrot to the lot of you," Turles countered. "Just like Raditz did to me at fifteen," he added with a grin. "Gods… couldn't walk straight for a week after that."
"Show us on the doll where they touched you," Goku giggled after draining his glass, trying not to cringe at the burn. "It's—it's from a movie I once saw, sorry," he added. "Did you ladies violate my big brother?"
"For hours," Celes purred, "until his daddy came to save him from us awful cradle-robbing hedonists."
Goku held up his hand, indicating that he wished to speak, while he knocked back three drinks that a woman had set in front of him. "Mmm… tastes better as you go!" He exclaimed.
"Like a few things I can think of," someone chuckled.
"So… I was thinking—"
"Oh no," Turles snorted.
"Trunks is eighteen…" Kakarot grinned a little savagely at his brother when Turles's jaw dropped. "And there aren't really any women in his world…"
"Ladies!" Celes yelled cheerfully, "who wants to fuck a hero!?"
"And a Legendary," Kakarot added quickly.
"WHAT!?" They all yelled at once.
Turles circled the table and yanked up Goku's sleeve. "Just like his big Uncle Kakarot," he chuckled.
Goku couldn't help but feel proud as the women gaped at his tattoo, some of them shoving others out of the way to get a better look. "We'd heard rumors," Celes said quickly, "of others, but… Bardock must be very proud."
"Turles is nearly there, too, and my son, Gohan. Vegeta and Usagi made it some time ago, and the king made it during the battle."
"The prophecies are all coming true," one of the ladies whispered softly.
"The prophecies," Celes repeated, when Goku looked at her blankly. She shot Turles a glare, in disbelief that he hadn't informed his little brother about such an important piece of his heritage. "There have always been legends about a Saiyan warrior achieving the next level, but there's something even older… so old that it's barely even a myth anymore. It was told that the Saiyan race would day rise up again in flames of gold, and that one family would finally attain the power that they had always strived for."
Goku thought about that quietly for a moment before taking another drink. "One family."
Turles snickered and drank as well. "Vegeta would be mortified to hear it, but he's Father's first cousin by blood."
That fierce intelligence came to the surface once more as Kakarot analyzed the facts. "But Usagi's not blood."
"Still family, boy. And not in the sort of way that Bulma's related to you or Vegeta by claim. Usagi and Vegeta imprinted as brats, and when they were a little older, they exchanged blood. You know," he explained, "where you both cut your hands and shake?"
"Oh! Blood brothers, I get it."
"Yeah. So in a way, they are blood, just not the same DNA. If that makes sense. Ask Nappa's mate, she'd be able to explain it, maybe. Anyway, the imprinting makes them closer than kin. In essence, they share a little of each other's souls. And as mates, it only ties them together even more."
"Huh… so Broly is related to us, too?"
"We all share a common great-great grandfather. The same one that was inked with the Pride of the Army. Nappa, too, he's an off-shoot from that line, and related to us distantly. Vegeta's family has intermarried with our house a few times, though. Huh." Turles screwed up his face for a moment as he counted in his head. "Vegeta is our double second cousin and our fourth cousin, now that I think about it."
Goku snorted into his drink and burst out laughing. "No wonder he's fucking his sister! It runs in the family!"
"Dear gods, boy," Turles chuckled. "That was just… bad. Get him some more rum, girls, I like him a lot better when he's drinking!" He snickered. "And Vegeta would have knocked your ass out for that."
"He would have tried," Kakarot replied smugly.
"Wait a hot damned minute!" Turles snapped, slamming the bottle of rum on the table. "If it's all one fucking family, how is that boy related to us all!? Is he a cousin or something!?" He frowned when his brother giggled like a girl and smacked his hand on the table in his mirth. "What? Spill it, Kakarot."
"Turles… really? You're not stupid. What do you know about Trunks? What have you learned about him since you landed on Earth?"
"He comes from the future."
"Right."
"His mother and father died protecting him."
"Right again."
"Huh… he's a Legendary, ever since his master was killed. He said he was fifteen when it happened. And his aunt and uncle took him in with his cousins."
"Yup. What else, Turles? Don't think too hard, it's completely obvious. It's right in front of your… face," he added with a wink.
"Face?"
"Yup."
"His face, then… well, with all that—oh dear gods."
"And we have a winner!" Kakarot cackled, pushing his brother a fresh drink.
"All that hair!" Turles yelled. "That lavender hair! The same as the brat's!? Dear gods," he added with a whisper. "He looks just like his father when he's ascended, too. And that sword is his mother's too, isn't it!?"
"Uh-huh. Told you you'd figure it out; you only had to put a few clues together and it was obvious. Usagi knows," Goku said quickly, when Turles eyed him. "Not Vegeta, though. I think the king's figured it out."
"And ladies? What's said here isn't to be repeated," Turles announced.
"What happens in here stays in here, sugar," Celes added with a wink. "So… you're throwing us a Legendary hero… and a princeling as well?" She asked with a chuckle. "We'll make sure to give the boy the royal treatment."
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Usagi slowly cracked her bleary eyes open to the sound of purring, but she knew instinctively whom that noise belonged to since she'd heard it every night during her time on Vegeta-sai as an adult. "Radu?" She whispered hoarsely. She tried to focus on him as she sat up, was simply too weak, and her trembling arms gave as she collapsed onto his chest.
"Don't move, Usa," Raditz told her, his voice sounding just as strained as hers. "Chest still hurts."
"Sorry." She tried flaring her ki a little higher to speed his healing, but found that she barely had any energy left to give. "Radu, I'm nearly drained," she whispered.
"Then stop," he ordered her. "I'm fine. I'll live."
"No… just need food."
"Damn it, Usa," he snapped angrily, "I did not fall in service to you only for you to take your ki level to the point of death. Cut off the light right now, woman."
"Do as he says, beloved," Vegeta said from the doorway. "You need to regain your strength, and then you can heal him some more. Stubborn woman."
"Geta, it's easier to heal fresh burns than it is to repair healed scar tissue," she protested softly, unable to even move her head from the weakness.
"Usagi, if you don't shut up about my damned burns I'm going to pound on you the moment I'm able," Raditz threatened. He sat up with a groan and tried not to whimper at the pain running over every inch of him from the waist up, and was silently grateful for the lack of mirrors in the room. He didn't even want to see what those bastards had done to him. He carefully passed the limp princess over to the prince, and gratefully took a tin of salve in exchange. "This will help with the tightness?"
"It's that stuff Ami made, I'll help you with it in a few minutes," Vegeta grunted. "It should help heal the damage, but she doubted it would be sufficient for a full healing. The burns were really deep, Raditz," he added with a mixture of sympathy and relief.
That relief made the third-class warrior realize just how bad it must have been. He remembered pain, lots and lots of pain while he'd fired ki blasts off wildly, hearing a scream now and again whenever he'd hit his mark… but that was all. He'd blacked out at some point when the pain had become too great for him to bear any longer; he didn't even remember anyone bringing him back to the palace. Just rage and pain, and a thought towards the end of it for his mate, who he'd been sure would be a widow before the end of the battle. "I nearly died, didn't I?"
"The tank sustained you until Usa woke. She blew nearly all of her ki healing the internal damage, and refused to leave your side," Vegeta grunted in reply. "It's been about three days since the attack," he said next, "and your woman has been hounding me every time Kakarot's brought her here. I swear to the gods, Raditz, if she shows up down here one more time, I'm going to break your brother's face."
Raditz managed a smirk but flinched at the tightness in his face, ignoring a flutter of worry about his appearance. He'd worry about that later, damn it. The princess, king, and heir were safe, and he'd do it all again if that's what it took to protect the royal line. "Is Bulma alright?"
"She's fine; Nappa's mate scanned her and said that she and the brat were coming along nicely. Now, woman," Vegeta said to his mate, "you're going to eat," he ordered, holding a spoon to her lips. "Open up," he added gently, when her eyes fluttered shut. "and if you can without passing out, lose the silver hair. Keeping that form is only draining you at this point."
Usagi complied with a tiny nod and tried not to cry in embarrassment as he fed her like a helpless infant, opening her mouth whenever he ordered her to and swallowing every bit of the soup he'd brought.
"Can you chew yet, beloved?"
"Think so," she breathed, and she took a bite of the bread he held to her lips. It took a full minute, but eventually she'd chewed and swallowed it.
"Here," Vegeta said softly. "Drink. It's just juice. I didn't want to give you anything with alcohol in it." He gave her a few careful sips and dabbed the corner of her mouth with a napkin before calling down to the kitchen for more soup to be brought up, then slowly fed her another bite of the bread. "Want to try something softer?"
When she gave him the barest of exhausted nods, he mashed up some fruit in a bowl and added some juice to it before squashing it some more, and soon had a fruit sauce that she wouldn't have to chew. "Here, try this, beautiful," Vegeta urged, purring low in his chest in an attempt to soothe the worry for Raditz that he could feel through the bond. "He'll be fine," he whispered, "but you're not helping him by letting yourself get this weak, Usagi."
She sighed and nodded, and ate all of the fruit without a protest, and when Kakarot came in, grinning ear to ear and popped something in her mouth, she chewed, her eyes going a little wide as she felt some of her strength returning to her while her injured side began to knit. "What was that?" She asked, her voice a little stronger.
"Senzu bean. You lost a ton of energy, though, so give it an hour and see if it helps." He then turned to his brother and gave him one as well.
Raditz ate it without a second thought and relaxed as he felt his skin heal up. He watched his arms and actually smiled a little as the worst of the scarring faded, even though there were still some where the damage had been the worst. "Do I want to know about my face?"
"Eh, I've seen way worse," Goku said with a shrug. "Here, hold still," he ordered, gently taking the tin from his older brother. He opened it and began to apply the ointment to his face as lightly as possible, afraid of accidentally causing him pain, and in a few minutes he gave Raditz a satisfied nod. "You've got a couple vertical scars right here on the left side, but other than that you look the same."
"Feh. So much for my dashing, baby-faced good looks," Raditz sighed, only half-joking.
"You got those scars saving my mate and brat, Radu. Wear them with pride," Vegeta announced from the other side of the room. "And you have my undying gratitude for that as well," he added soberly. "Thank you."
Raditz nodded solemnly. "I'd do it again, Vegeta. How is the brat, anyway? The old man made one hell of a catch, ascended or not."
"Vegeta is fine; he's napping right now. Nappa's mate made him some formula, and some sort of cereal since he's big enough for a little food. It was about time to wean him anyway, since he's cutting teeth." The prince smirked when Usagi actually managed to lift her head and an arm and started snagging things from the tray he'd brought, wolfing them down with Saiyan speed.
"You hungry, Radu?" Usagi said in her usual stuffing-her-face voice, her energy steadily returning with every Saiyan-sized bite, with more than a little help from the senzu.
Raditz nodded a little. He'd actually been in enough pain to be nauseous when he'd first woken, but now he felt like he was starving. He climbed down carefully from the table, wrapping the sheet around his waist, and crossed the room to where Vegeta had set a second tray. Once again, his stomach began to churn, and he gagged at the scent of the pile of cooked ribs on one of the plates. "Dear gods… here, somebody eat these fast or get them the fuck out of the room," he said with a little shiver, unable to block out the memory of smelling his own cooking flesh.
Goku took them quickly and kindly stepped out to eat them, not sure if even watching him eat them would make his brother sick again. Usagi and Vegeta both exchanged a knowing look, they were both completely aware of how those firestarters had roasted him alive. Usagi knew better than Vegeta did, since she'd seen the internal damage in her mind's eye as she'd healed him of it. "Here," she offered, pushing him the second bowl of soup that a servant had brought in. "It's tomato."
"Thanks," he sighed gratefully, lamenting his aversion to pork. He had loved ribs, too, and Vegeta had known it; that's why there'd been such a heaping mound of them. "Hopefully it's just a problem with pig," he muttered as he dipped a massive chunk of bread in the soup and began to eat slowly, not sure if his stomach would accept the offering.
"We need to heal that arm up, Radu," Usagi said conversationally, trying to change the subject. "Your ink needs a serious fucking touch up, brother."
Raditz lifted a brow at the familial claim she'd just made, but didn't contradict it. He then looked down at his arm and shuddered a little at the sight of his army tattoo; the shoulder was healing, but it was obvious from the way the ink was lying that the flesh had been melted. "We'll have to ki burn it, won't we?" He asked with a hint of dread.
Reaching across the table, she squeezed his hand and lightly shook her head. "No, Radu. No Saiyan on this planet would blame you for not wanting to do that. I'll just ink your other shoulder if you'd like. It's a little unorthodox I guess, but hell…" She suddenly grinned and itched to have her kit in hand. "I have a great fucking idea, actually."
Vegeta smirked and nodded. "I agree. He earned it. The boy too, Usa," he added despite himself. "He had the presence of mind to run back through the crossfire just to get to you. I don't like the little shit, but he's got more bravery than sense."
"What?" Raditz asked curiously. "A vet tattoo? For that little battle?" He scoffed at that and shook his head while he devoured his meal, ignoring the little twinges of discomfort on the left side of his face and the pain in the arm he was using.
Usagi flinched at the sight of his pain and scooted closer to him, disregarding Vegeta's protest in her mind as she called up her renewing healing abilities and filled Raditz with her light.
The huge Saiyan warrior nearly sobbed with relief when the pain immediately vanished, and he looked up to Usagi with watery eyes. "Thank you," he breathed.
"We'll get this arm healed at least, and the shoulder, so that you can use them without discomfort," she informed him, resting her head against that same shoulder as she already felt her stamina waning. Her powers were returning to her steadily, yes, but she was draining them faster than they could replenish. Usagi needed at least a full day's rest before she could do the kind of healing that Raditz required. Maybe more.
Vegeta knew it too, and loudly cleared his throat when he felt his mate's energy hit a level that he'd mentally set, intent on stopping her if she continued on. "Woman, you're testing my patience," he spoke, when she didn't immediately answer him.
Raditz looked down and chuckled, running his fingers tenderly through her hair before kissing her forehead. "Wake up, little rabbit. That's enough for today."
Usagi gave a small grumble and uttered something that sounded like "piss off" before snuggling closer and dozing back off. Vegeta solved that by picking up a glass from the table and dumping the contents of it over her head, smirking triumphantly down at her when she awoke with a sputter, a flurry of swear words, and a kick aimed for his balls.
"Much better!" He snickered, immediately scooping her up, kicking and screaming, and taking her straight to the shower for wash the juice out of her hair.
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Usagi sighed with relief as she pushed open the door to find her future son sitting up and eating something, his bare torso covering with a few odd bandages. "Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" She asked softly. She paled however, as she stepped into the room to find her father there as well. And she'd just called him by an endearment reserved for someone much closer than just a friend… oh gods. Just her luck, he would likely misunderstand it, too.
However, Trunks's lips quirked up into a bit of a teasing grin. "The old man knows, Mom. Stop looking like a deer caught in the headlights, and come eat something."
The princess's breath came out in a little whoosh of relief and she sagged onto the bed next to Trunks, stealing some of his food without a touch of guilt. Shit, there was practically a mountain of it there.
"Every word that came out of my mouth that day was totally wrong," the king rumbled softly. "This boy is definitely something to be immensely proud of, girl. This one too," he chuckled, revealing a sleeping Veggie curled up in the crook of his massive arm.
"Of course he is. He's my son," Vegeta snorted from the doorway. He'd followed his mate, and had been about to start ranting when he'd found her perched next to what looked like a naked Trunks, but then he'd heard his father's voice and relented.
Trust me, beloved. You have absolutely nothing to be jealous of, Usagi informed him, her lips twitching up in his trademark smirk.
"Hungry?" Trunks offered with his mouth full, waving the prince over. "There's plenty, and these ribs are fan-fucking-tastic."
"They were meant for Raditz," Vegeta replied flatly, feeling a large wave of sympathy for the son of Bardock. "They're his favorite, but since the battle he has an aversion to the scent of cooked pork."
Trunks's eyes went wide and he suddenly stopped eating as the memory of lifting a smoking Raditz into his arms hit him with full force. He remembered the smell of him all too well as he'd rolled him on the ground at first to put out the flames, and immediately didn't want anything more to eat.
Usagi chewed on her lower lip in agitation while she pushed her annoyance through the mating bond, and watched her future son turn a little green while he trembled slightly. "Perfect timing Vegeta, as always. Shh," she directed at Trunks, sliding her hands soothingly up and down his back while she filled him with her light. "Relax, sweetheart, it's alright." She felt her mate approaching with the intention of tearing her away, and immediately turned her head and snarled at him as her Saiyan instincts rose to the forefront.
Vegeta blinked and stopped dead in his tracks, noting the smirk on his father's face. That had sounded and looked like a protective instinct, but… "I want to know right now," he growled dangerously. "What in the hell is it with the two of you?"
A little groggy from the light running through his body, Trunks slowly turned his head and regarded his father wearily. "Not what you think, Highness."
"Bullshit! That is my mate you're sitting naked in bed with, and—I—" Vegeta clenched his fist, fighting his beast for control, and snagged Usagi's shoulder. "Out, now. Before I knock the boy out," he warned.
King Vegeta rolled his eyes and carefully extricated his son away from his daughter before he really pissed her off and things got out of hand. "Boy, I'd let the girl heal him if I were you. Save the pissing contest for a later date," he snorted.
Once the healing was done, Usagi stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her before shoving Vegeta into a wall and pressing him to it with a snarl and an elbow pushed into his throat. "If you ever interrupt me like that during a healing ever again, with the intent to harm my patient, I will beat your ass six ways from Sunday," she snarled viciously. "And if you ever threaten Trunks like that again, I'll make you fucking regret it."
Not too sure where his mate had gone to, and wondering who this new, nasty, primal Usagi was, Vegeta just blinked.
"Mate or no mate, imprinting or none, I won't be treated like a damned piece of property. Understand me, Vegeta?"
The crown prince nodded slowly while he delved into the mating bond and tried to deduce just what exactly was going on between her and that boy. But she'd blocked off parts of her mind skillfully, and he had no way of delving into those bits of knowledge. "What is it about him, Usagi?" It wasn't possible if they were mated, but… "Do you want him?" Being only half-Saiyan, maybe it was possible, and that secretly scared the hell out of him.
Usagi practically sagged as she removed her elbow from his throat and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'm going to go take a damned nap," she sighed, unsure how to allay the fear she felt washing through him. She could tell him, but… gods, how would he react to it? Yes, she'd given the boy her word, but what harm would it do, really? The future had already been changing, Trunks had said as much on several occasions.
"Tell me what?" He whispered, clenching his fist to keep it from trembling.
"Not what you think, Geta," she said with a weary exhalation. "Watch Veggie for me for a few hours, please? I'm still drained from healing Raditz, and I probably shouldn't have healed Trunks so soon. I didn't want to see him in pain, though."
"Son?" King Vegeta rumbled from the doorway.
"Father?" He replied tersely.
"How long has it been since you spent some alone time with your mate?" He asked carefully, not wanting to embarrass either of them.
"I've been bleeding for six weeks," Usagi replied, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. "I just had a baby, if you hadn't forgotten."
"You're not bleeding now," the king said flatly.
Usagi did blush a little at that, and didn't miss the way her mate's nostrils flared a little as he realized the change in her scent. "It finally stopped yesterday," she replied slowly, suddenly feeling a little hunted with the way Vegeta was eyeing her and stepping forward.
"I'll watch the brat, you two can pick him up from me tomorrow afternoon," he suggested with a tiny smile.
"No," Usagi snapped, pointing at her mate when he advanced. "I'm getting some rest, and then I'm healing the others that were injured in the battle."
Vegeta followed her with a little grin as she kept glancing back at him over her shoulder, shooting him dirty looks until she slammed the door to her chambers in his face. "Usagi… I'm getting in there no matter what, so you might as well let me in the easy way," he snorted in amusement.
Wishing to the gods that she could sic Broly on the prince, Usagi merely unlocked her door and went about her business, tossing her dirty clothes into the hamper before reaching for a nightgown in one of her drawers.
"Nope," Vegeta said quickly, snagging the flimsy garment and tossing it to the floor. "Your clothes always look better there anyway," he rasped in her ear.
Usagi opened her mouth to voice a protest, but he beat her to the punch as he expertly caressed the base of her tail with his fingertips while he brushed his mouth over her mark. It was barely even a scar now, as it had healed up over the last six weeks, but it didn't keep her from moaning as he lavished it with attention and twined his tail with hers. "Geta… I really should sleep…"
"We can sleep when we're dead," he mumbled into her shoulder. "Please," he added softly, knowing exactly which buttons he needed to push to get his way. "I've blocked out the desire to have you for too long, beloved. I need you."
Ok, fine… he had been an awfully good boy while she'd been pregnant during those last few weeks, not to mention the six afterwards where she'd been bleeding like a stuck pig. And with the way his tail was suddenly swishing around lightly in the air, spreading the scent that announced his desire to mate, she knew there was no way she would be able to fight her instincts for long. Then she felt his hands wandering her bare skin as one trailed southward to stroke her well-trimmed curls. "I… I don't want to ever hear… anything about Trunks again," she whispered breathlessly. "I'm yours, Geta. No one else's. I'd never do that to you."
Vegeta rewarded her by dipping his fingers between her folds and caressing her gently, pressing his full arousal into her lower back. "Prove it," he sighed in her ear. "Come for me, Usa. Be mine."
The princess nodded helplessly as he slowly moved a finger over her nub, stroking her so slowly that it was maddening. "Faster," she sighed, leaning her head back against his chest, purring softly as his other hand moved over the rest of her reverently. Then she whimpered when she felt his hand retreat to her thighs, where he began to tease her. "Geta?" Her hips rocked in expectation, but when he kept those dexterous fingers away from her heat, her purred vanished and was replaced with a little snarl of frustration.
"If you want it, beloved, you'll have to take it the way I give it to you," he whispered hoarsely. "Now," he added, moving his hand back to where she wanted it, "don't tell me how to do my job."
Usagi bit back a mean remark as he resumed those slow, light brushes over her clit, and whimpered softly when he ignored the hints she was giving him with her hips. She wanted more, damn it, but he'd made it clear that she was to submit to him and just relax. "Please," she begged softly after another few minutes of that treatment. "Please, Geta, I want you."
"In a minute," he purred into her throat, smiling as he noticed that he could see them in her floor length mirror across the room. "Open your eyes, beloved. Look at how beautiful you are."
Usagi cracked them open to see what he was referring to, and blush at the sight of herself, naked and fully aroused, his tail twined with hers around her waist while she idly stroked it. Her eyes drifted to look at the hand pleasuring her reflection, and couldn't help but moan a little as she felt it finally move a little harder.
"No," he breathed, when her eyes slipped shut once more. He quickly reverted to the slow whispering of his fingers over her nub, and when she opened her eyes again, he rewarded her with a firmer touch. "That's it. I want you to watch yourself coming, Usagi. I want you to see what I see."
She flushed with embarrassment and looked away, but when he turned her head back towards the mirror, she found herself complying. So long as he didn't let up with the waves of pleasure he was causing to course through her body, she'd give him what he wanted. To her own mortification, she found herself turned on by the sight of her own pleasure, and began to fluff her fingers through the fur of his tail in response. "Want you now, Geta."
"In a moment," he said patiently. "I want to watch you watching yourself," he added seductively. "Gods, you're so damned sexy, woman." Despite his words, though, he was moving his free hand around to unfasten his fatigues, and carefully placed himself at her entrance while he continued the assault on her senses. He could feel her nearing her peak, and every time she got close, he'd retreat a little, just enough to make her moan in desperation, before giving her the attention she wanted. "Tell me when you're about to come," he groaned against her shoulder. He licked the faded scar before nipping at it, and just barely pressed himself into her body.
Usagi tensed a little and hissed with pleasure, but when she tried to rock backwards to take all of him, she found herself pinned firmly in place. "Need you," she said heatedly. "Please Geta. Please claim me."
"When you're coming, Usa. Not before." But when she let out a soft, needy moan, he relented and gave her just a little of his length, clenching his teeth against the urge to slam into her. In a display of ridiculous willpower, he began to rock his hips slightly, moving carefully so as not to give her any more of him. "Is that what you want, woman? No, I want you to watch," he reminded her, when her head rolled back and her eyes closed in ecstasy. "Come for me and I'll reward you with all of me."
"Close, Geta. Please, just… just a little more. I'm begging," she added with a near-sob. He was teasing her again when she was just about to teeter over the edge, and the frustration almost had her in tears. Then she felt his pleasure at making her beg for it, and her beast rose up in response. "Take me, my prince. Make me yours again," her inner Saiyan whispered. "Bite me," she added just as softly, sensing his temptation through the bond. "I want you to mark me as yours, my prince. Then I want you to fuck me until you're satisfied."
"Gods, woman," Vegeta groaned, moving his fingers back to her nub to give it his full, undivided attention. He continued to move inside of her slowly, and when she suddenly arched into his hand as he felt her just barely begin to tighten, he slammed inside of her with the full force of a Saiyan warrior needing to truly claim his mate. He buried his teeth in shoulder at the same time, and growled in approval when she yelled so loudly that he was sure the sound had carried throughout the palace.
Beyond words, he was reduced to grunts, growls, and snarls of pleasure as he took her hard and fast, golden flames exploding around the both of them as his inner animal rose to the forefront and took control. He clamped down on her renewed mark for a second time when she cried out his name and tried to move in time with him, but he had her firmly pinned to his chest and effectively immobilized as he did as she'd bade him and used her for his pleasure.
Usagi watched the pair of Saiyans mating violently in the mirror, her eyes smoky with lust. Gods, was that really them? Were they really that intense when Geta claimed her? And damn it if he wasn't right, the woman in that mirror was an absolute vision. Her head was tipped back a little as she fully surrendered her body, her unpinned hair cloaking them in waves of gold, her face flushed and sweaty as her lips parted to draw breath between moans of passion and desire. And whenever she came, Usagi could see the way her back bowed enticingly and her thighs shook from the onslaught of pleasure as she held onto the arm around her waist to keep her steady.
And then there was her mate, and the sight of him made her beast lick its chops. Vegeta's face was tense with concentration as he was obviously trying not to finish yet, his corded neck strained every now and again as it rolled back and he growled with pleasure. Her beast was even more aroused at the sight of his golden hair, and those fierce, piercing green eyes gazing right back at her in the mirror as he watched her as well. "We're beautiful, Geta," she whispered, ascending as well, as she felt a rush of pride as he suddenly came, his hips slamming into hers hard enough to bruise as he was pushed over the edge just at the sight of his mate in all her glory. "Better?' She asked huskily, once he'd retreated from her and spun her around to kiss her thoroughly.
"You said 'until I was satisfied,' woman," he grunted in response. "And I've got nearly three months of a lack of satisfaction to make up for." He bit down on her mark when her mouth dropped open to protest, and purred happily when that effectively shut her up. "Your words, woman, not mine," he reminded her. "Though I think I'll spare you that level of fucking for another hour," he added.
"Shower then?" Usagi asked hopefully.
"Fuck no," he snorted, lifting her easily to dump her on the bed. "I said 'that level.' I didn't say anything about not fucking you at all."
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"Hey."
Minako slowly cracked her eyes open to find her mate smiling down at her and thanked the gods that he was still seemingly sane. "Hey," she replied softly, reaching up to stroke her hand through his—thankfully—black hair. "How are you feeling? You've only slept for three days."
"Dear gods… was it really that long?" No wonder he'd had to pee so badly; the need was so damned urgent that he'd immediately rolled out of the bed and desperately lifted the lid of the toilet to piss for what seemed like an hour. "What'd I miss?" He asked with a little yawn, lying back down to turn her and snuggle her tightly to his chest while he purred contentedly.
"A huge battle, right out front, for starters. It was just after you passed out," she elaborated.
"Was anyone hurt?" He asked urgently, immediately sitting up to hunt for his scouter. "How are my men? Were any of them injured!? Oh gods, I should have been there; my first battle as an acting First, and I'm not even there to help because I can't control my stupid beast."
"Broly… beloved… if I tell you any of this…"
"I—I won't freak out," he whispered into her hair. "Or at least… I'll try not to."
"We won, let me say that first, ok? We definitely won that fight, but it… it was against the Althean rebels." She felt him tense at that and didn't say anymore as she soothingly ran her fingertips up and down his back.
"Did we kill them all?" He growled softly, shoving his face roughly into her hair to draw in her scent and calm his beast.
Mina nodded slowly. "We're pretty sure, yes. We lost fifteen warriors as a result, and there were a lot of injured. In—including Raditz," she added with more than just a hint of worry to her voice. "He nearly died, and word has it, he's scarred up from a group of firestarters."
Broly blinked as he felt a flicker of… something… through the bond, and rose up to look at her. "Minako?" He asked sternly. When she looked up at him, and he felt that flicker again—he was positive it was guilt that time—his eyes hardened a little. "I'm going to ask you this once, and only once. And if you tell me the truth, I swear on my tail not to be angry."
The lightbender didn't even need to hear the question; her eyes filled up with tears as she held a hand up between them in a silent request for a moment to compose herself. "Yes," she finally sighed. "But it all happened exactly as I told you. I only care about him as a friend, Broly. That's all, and nothing more, I swear it. You can see into my mind and know it's the truth, can't you?" She added in a whisper. "I love you, Broly, and no other man. And I'm carrying your children, not someone else's. I'm yours."
Her mate growled softly under his breath, but he'd sworn not to be angry about it. It was done, it was over with, and she'd been nothing but honest with him from the very first time they'd spoken. About everything. And he couldn't find fault with Raditz in good conscious, even though he was a little jealous that he'd had Minako's innocence. He saw it in her mind now, not the gory details, but rather the encounter in the hallway. Raditz had been looking for a blonde, someone that resembled the princess, and he had struck gold. Furthermore, he knew that Raditz was now mated and no longer a threat to his claim on Mina whatsoever.
"Broly?" Mina whispered, her hands and voice trembling as she looked up at him. He'd been quiet for a long time, and his eyes had flickered to green more than once. "You're scaring me." She didn't expect his mouth to suddenly crash into hers while his hands frantically tugged at her clothing, and she fought to stay submissive despite her fear.
"Mine," he grunted, pulling away just long enough to gaze down at her. "Say it for me again, woman."
"I'm yours," she replied, as a few tears escaped her eyes. She couldn't help but be terrified not only for herself and the twins, but for Raditz as well, as she feared a reversion to the state he'd been in days ago. He'd been hard, unshakably stubborn, and downright petrifying whenever she'd so much as seemed like she was going to defy him. She'd instinctively become as submissive as possible no matter what he wanted, and while he hadn't so much as put a bruise on her, he'd still scared the hell out of her.
The sight of her crying broke his resolve to take her right then and reestablish his claim over her, and he sighed heavily as he rolled them to their sides and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "I'm not angry, Mina. A little upset? Yes, I won't lie. Jealous, too. I would have been honored to be your first, but since we hadn't even met yet, I can hardly hold it against either of you, even a little bit.
"How's Reiko?" He asked, changing the subject while he bent his head to nibble at her mark.
Mina relaxed against him gradually and rested her forehead on his chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Surely if it was so slow, he wasn't angry with her, right? "Recovering from burnout, but otherwise fine. The same with Rei. They really threw down during the fight, too; Reiko's the whole reason that Trunks and Raditz managed to get the royal family to safety. Paragus is with them both right now; he promised to call if there was any change. I also promised to call both him and Usagi when you woke… if you don't mind. She's nearly as worried about you as me and your father, Broly."
"Beloved… I don't remember much of anything, you know." When she nodded slightly, he felt a wave of dread run through him. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she breathed so softly that he barely heard her. "But… I thought you would," she admitted with a shudder. "You got mad at me, the first day, when I wouldn't take a nap, and…"
Broly heard her swallow and choke back a sob and saw the memory in her mind, looked at his Legendary form through her eyes. He'd been awesome and terrifying at the same time, and when she wouldn't do as she'd been told, he'd roared at her so loudly that she'd burst into tears and huddled against the wall on the extreme corner of the bed, as far away from him as possible.
"Please don't hurt me," Mina sobbed, shaking violently as he slowly approached her. "I'm sorry, I'll take a nap if that's what you want." Then she flinched as he reached out to brush his hand down her face, and squinted her eyes shut in fear when he climbed onto the bed and pulled her tightly into his arms.
"Relax," he rumbled, almost gently; it wasn't quite the way Broly sounded when he was trying to comfort her, but it was close. That decided her, that he was still somewhere in there. "I would never harm you, woman. You are my mate, and the mother of my children," he breathed into her hair, his hand slowly moving over her abdomen in the lightest of caresses.
Mina nodded slightly into one of his massive arms, and when he began to purr comfort to her she relaxed a little. "Please come back to me, beloved."
Broly didn't respond to that, he merely tipped her face up and gazed down at her with those hard, green eyes before lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her slowly. Mina had melted at that; half-crazed Super Saiyan or not, the way he was kissing her and touching her spoke only of the man she was in love with. That began her determination to hope that he would return, and to try her damnedest to bring him back to her the way he'd been before. And she would do it at all costs, even at the price of her pride.
"I'm sorry," Broly sighed. "Mina… I'll do whatever I can to never let that happen again. I'll go with the prince to Earth, and maybe I'll learn how to control that… monster inside of me. But no matter what happens, Mina, I'll never harm you. I swear it on my tail… on everything I am. You were my anchor during that time, I think. You kept me calm, kept me grounded. Will you come to Earth with me?"
"Of course I will, beloved. You're not going anywhere without me by your side… crazy-ass Super Saiyan or not."
At that, he smiled, bending his head to kiss her as he rolled her onto her back. "Just lay there and enjoy this, beloved," he purred in her ear. His fingers dexterously removed her clothing and his mouth descended onto every inch of exposed flesh he could find, and when she moved to touch him he stopped. "Now… what did I say?" Broly chuckled, nipping at her breast.
"Just lay here and enjoy it?" Mina asked, looking up at him questioningly.
"Exactly. Now… do as your told, and I promise you won't regret it, beloved. Trust me," he added tenderly, his mouth trailing down her slightly rounded stomach, all the way down to her exposed heat. "Trust me?" He repeated in the form of a question.
When he gave her a slow, hot lick, Mina moaned and nodded. "Do that again and I'll trust you with anything you want, honey."
So, when it occurred to me that poor Geta had very likely not gotten any for WEEKS, I had to do that little bit of smut there towards the end, lol. So much for trying to make the next few chapters solely storyline… I'm sure some of you ladies are pleased, though, hehehehe. Don't worry, LOTS more plotline is coming up, so much of it that'll it be several chapters before we eventually get back to Earth. R&R… you know it makes me write faster!
