A/N: Hi, I just want to let everyone reading that I feel it's necessary to up the rating to Mature now, after the events in this chapter, I can no longer consider this T Rated. Just a warning, there will be more swearing, rough language, sexually suggestive content, and blood and gore. This is after all, partially inspired by Game of Thrones in some ways, so keep that in mind. If you're ok with that kind of content, this should be relatively tame compared to some of the things that happen on the show.Alright, thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoy this bonus chapter!


A dark shadow flew across plains and valleys, far beyond the Castle grounds of Vegeta's kingdom, Nappa flew, searching for something he sensed, with not only his scouter, but also his heart, as he held the small piece of armour tightly in his fist, the scent still lingering from that battle, long ago. "Father... Saavoy..." He whispered, gritting his teeth.

Planet Fraktal. 682.

The air was thick with rolling black clouds, obscuring the once starry sky, with the stench of burning corpses."Is that the last of them, Saavoy?" Nappa elbowed his brother, who stared out at the burning plain with a blank expression, his red and black battle armour glossy and wet, with freshly dripping blood, as his ebony eyes stared out at the desecrated battle field.

Nappa snapped his fingers, the youthful elite half the size of his elder brother, who towered so tall over him, it was hard to see what exactly he was staring at, but he knew.

"What's wrong with him?" A gruff voice barked, and Nappa turned and ran to his father Reddka, pointing at the burning field. Another Saiyan stood behind his father, his dark complexion, and pronged hair making it hard to see him in the dusk, as he stared at the battle field and licked his lips, the whites of his eyes, and his pointed canines the only discernible features.

"Saavoy's got the death gaze." Reddka said brusquely, curling back his dark haired lip.

" 'Death gaze'...? What's that, Pops?" Nappa asked, following his father as Reddka stood before Saavoy, and snapped his finger's like he'd done.

"He's in shock, son. That's all. But he'll snap out of it with time."

"That won't work, I tried that." Nappa grumbled, crossing his arms and kicking at the dirt, where he unearthed a severed hand. The people here were humanoid, like Saiyans, but not. They lacked any real battle power, or inherent strength. It was a breeze eliminating them, so easy in fact, that it was slaughter. But that was normal. Nappa frowned, watching his brother's long black mane sway on the breeze, small drips of his enemies blood, and perspiration falling onto the ground.

Nappa's head perked up, a bright idea coming to mind. "Let's get his gal on the scouter, Saavoy's mate is off fighting on Planet Dutra!" He said with a chuckle, seeing if perhaps even that could catch his attention.

"...No. No woman can take him out of it, now." The dark stranger intoned slyly, and Reddka whirled around, clenching his fist."Don't you say a goddamn word, Tulces. This has nothing to do with you, this is for my family to deal with, alone." Reddka snarled, standing protectively before his sons.

Nappa hesitated to follow, instead pulling on Saavoy's arm, tugging."Look away, Saavoy! Come on, there's more things to life than death! We'll get you away from here, we'll get you back home, and take a vacation!" Nappa cried out, feeling hot trails cutting down his cheeks as he shook Saavoy even harder, and the other Saiyan stepped closer.

"We wouldn't have been in this mess, if you couldn't have just left well enough alone! We were never ordered to purge Fraktal! We shouldn't even be here! What do you want, Tulces?" He screamed out in anger, his ki rushing out around him.

Tulces chuckled in a low, sinister purr, his pronged spikes casting a demonic silhouette, as he approached Reddka, grinning. "I want a place to call home, just like you... I want women, riches, most of all, I want power...Perhaps I'm a bit greedy, but I hate to share." He sneered, and a blinding red light washed over Nappa's vision, and he cried, as the selfishness of men, brought out by the terror of battle, the blood curdling screams, night after night, drove some to madness, to illusions of grandeur; that did not include mercy, if they were to have their deepest, darkest wishes fulfilled.

Nappa grit his teeth, growling, and pressed himself to fly faster, he had to find the man that slaughtered his family in cold blood.


Looking all around herself, the scullery maid from a small village in North Vradishmi felt a fanciful sense of wonder, as she entered the King and Queen's royal chambers. She blinked, dumbfounded as she gazed at the magnificent bed chamber around her, as Vasenya led her to the large bathing chamber, and huffed with her frustration.

"Take this disgusting apron off me, servant girl," She scowled, turning around and presenting the ribbon on her back.

"Yes, your Majesty." She said softly, and deftly untied the ribbon, pulling the apron away easily.

"Ugh, this gown is trash now. You'll have to help me get out of it, now the buttons are all busted." She sighed, looking over her shoulder as Kalabrylea paused, holding her apron demurely to her chest. Vasenya smirked, This girl child, she plays so coy! It should be amusing to see her flustered. Vasenya thought, smirking, then narrowed her eyes on her.

"First, I want you fully unclothed, then you'll run my bath, like a proper slave. You are not fit to have your eyes on the queen, the payment shall be bearing your own flesh." She snapped quickly, turning around with one arm across her chest. Kalabrylea stiffened, her eyes wide with her stunned silence. Vasenya tore the apron from her hands, then slashed down the girl's dirty dress with her long claws, revealing the snow white skin beneath. Kalabrylea squealed, covering herself, and Vasenya simply laughed.

"Did you not hear your queen? Strip." Vasenya purred with a predatory snarl, thoroughly enjoying the terror she was inflicting on the unsuspecting servant girl. Kalabrylea quickly nodded, knowing better, and stepped out of her dress, revealing her lithe figure, with incredibly pale, unblemished skin. Vasenya looked away, her nose in the air as she turned to have the corset ties of her dress undone.

Kalabrylea worked quickly, though her legs quivered and her skin goosebumped from her exposure, she blinked hard and concentrated on getting the queen out of the tight corset. At last, the corset came completely undone and she shimmied off the dress, stepping out of it. Kalabrylea looked away quickly, though noticing the Queen was lovely.

She attended to getting the bath ready, running the hot water for the queen while she looked through the various bath oils, and picked a few after sniffing them, and recognizing the Queen's favorite vanilla and orchid scents, she added some of the lilac and amber liquid to the water, watching it bubble as she tested the water. Queen Vasenya sat on a stool, combing through her long hair with her fingers, when she noticed an odd blue marking on the other girl's lower back, like a splatter of ink that was just above her tail on the left side of her back.

"Kalabrylea, are you aware that you have a very rare birthmark...?" She questioned, watching the girl give pause and turn towards her, her thick braid concealing the mark as it moved.

"Pardon? A birthmark, where?"

Vasenya stood, moving her hair to trace her fingernails on the mark, scraping to see if it were just an odd dye splatter, but it didn't budge. Vasenya took an ornate hand mirror from her vanity, and held it off to the side so that Kalabrylea could see.

"Oh? It's blue. Well, that's curious." She said, shrugging, and turned back to turn off the tap. "Your bath is ready, my Queen." She said softly, and Vasenya nodded, allowing her to assist her carefully into the hot water that felt very pleasant, until she was submerged just above her chest in the deep ivory tub, relaxing. Kalabrylea hesitated a moment, then knelt, and took a pitcher and wet Vasenya's hair.

The queen closed her eyes, musing quietly to herself as she allowed the servant girl to wash her hair.

A birthmark like that, is said to be the mark of a blue-blood Saiyan, but such tales are only fancy, there is no feasible way this peasant child could be..."Kalabrylea, is it?"

"Yes'm." She nodded, vigorously scrubbing Vasenya's scalp, making the queen purr.

"You're the mother of Broly, are you not?" She asked, opening her eyes to watch the girl's reaction. Kalabrylea lowered her eyes, slowing her washing a small amount. She nodded quickly, before going to rinse Vasenya's hair.

"He is such a charming little child... It's unfortunate that Paragus has not claimed you and his child, he should be such a fool." She scoffed, and Kalabrylea sighed, her large velvety saucers sorrowful.

"Yes'm." She nodded, and went on to fetch the conditioner for her hair. Vasenya watched her; eying the girl's figure with narrowed eyes.

"I see why Paragus desired you, for a peasant girl, you're quite shapely." She purred, smiling when Kalabrylea blushed, covering herself as she walked back over.

"T-Thank you, but I'm not as beautiful as you, my Queen."

"Correct. How did you meet?" The queen questioned sharply, tilting her nose back as Kalabrylea began to work on her long hair. "Ah... In the mess hall, your Highness. I was serving him his lunch, and... you know how Saiyan men are." She whispered, her blush going down her decolletage. Vasenya giggled, "Oh, you poor thing! You caught him in his rut?" She nodded, "He was very hungry. And...he asked if I had more food at home." She whispered again, covering her mouth.

"He was handsome... so very dashing, so I told him I could make him dessert." She said, narrowing her shoulders as Vasenya tossed her head back and laughed heartily, amused by the girl's lovable naïvety. "Ah, I see... hehe. Did he eat dessert...?" She intoned suggestively, and the girl nodded.

"Three courses. Then, ah.. I can't say." She blushed until Vasenya was sure she would turn purple, and waved her hand, moving on. "It's alright, girl. Most Saiyan men are alike, royalty or not, Vegeta is much the same, besides... I cannot cook." She pouted, and turned her back, as Kalabrylea began to wash her with a sponge.

"Oh, um... I could teach you, Queen, if that was your desire." She said sweetly, raising Vasenya's arm to swipe the sponge down it. "Mmm... perhaps. He wants for many things I cannot give him, I'm not able to control what children I have, he desires a strong son, though I have only just lost my darling Tarble." She said softly, lowering her head with a sigh.

"But, Prince Vegeta is very strong, is he not?" Kalabrylea suggested, wrapping her arms around the Queen to carefully wash her chest. Vasenya's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away.

"Yes, but he is insatiable. It's impossible for one woman to have so many strong willed sons, I'm afraid, what if I'm to have a daughter? Or another like Tarble?" She whispered softly, in almost a whimper, as Kalabrylea moved the sponge down and washed her unabashedly.

"Girl! Where are your manners!?" She shouted, turning quickly until the two women almost touched noses, and Kalabrylea fell back, landing on the floor with a startled look.

"This is how I was always bathed as a child, and my mother and sisters! I apologize, I'm so very sorry, Queen Vasenya!" Kalabrylea cried, covering her face with soapy hands. Vasenya crossed her hands over her chest, huffing.

"You don't say? You had running water in Vradishmi?" She cocked her head, curious.

"Yes... as far as I remember." The girl answered, her voice shaking.

"Is there a problem, My Queen?" Zenaya suddenly rushed in, looking around frantically, her cheeks flushed as she looked down at Kalabrylea.

"Where have you been, Zenaya?!" The Queen growled, and the Elite stuttered to answer, before Vasenya shook her head, "Nevermind, come Kalabrylea, you may take a bath after you rinse and dress me. Your feet are filthy." She scowled, and the scullery maid nodded hesitantly, biting her bottom lip as she filled a pitcher with clean water for her, her hand shaking.


The guard watching the battle gulped, looking around himself nervously as the room was lit up with blue and red lights, blasts shaking the foundation as the King and Prince began to trade blows viciously.

Where the hell is that Nappa? Zorn thought, becoming tense as the crowd of bloodthirsty Saiyans surged from where he was holding them back.

"Alright, alright! Scatter, you! Before you're all just paint for the bloody floors!" He hissed, backhanding a saiyan that was attempting to crawl onto the mat.

"Hey! Make yourselves scarce, before you're dead meat!" A voice boomed, and Zorn looked over with relief to see the looming figure of Candor standing there, and as he demanded; the saiyans scattered, fleeing the training room.

"Oi! There you are! Where've you been, Candy boy? Nappa's gone rogue on me!" Zorn called, waving at him happily as the stern faced Elite strolled over, a faint red flush high on his sharp cheekbones as he approached.

"You look like you've been busy, did that wee filly keep you distracted-"

"Speak Galactic, soldier. I can't understand a goddamn word spewing out your lips. And don't ask, It's confidential." Candor huffed, crossing his arms stubbornly. Zorn sighed dramatically, whirling back around, intentionally batting Candor with his blue cloak purposely. If he thought Nappa was a dullard, Candor was worse, the man was all work and no play, unless of course with that pretty little thing, Zenaya...

"Say, where were you last night? You know we had a break-in at the nursery, correct? I took a lashing for you and Zenaya."

Candor groaned, covering his eyes.

"Can we please not speak of this? I apologize, thank you for taking the blame for my indiscretions." He responded quickly, his cheeks flaring.

"Eh, ain't my neck on the cutting block"

...

While the guards watched, the room now emptied, the two bearers of the name Vegeta stood off against one another; pushed to the brink of exhaustion, the prince panted, his black bodysuit in tatters, as his arms hung to his sides, numb and tingling from the ki that had burned through his veins.

The King before him stood calmly waiting, spitting on the mat, he raked one hand through his perspiration beaded mane, which glittered under the flashing red warning lights, which signalled that the ki-absorbing walls could not take much more. The both of them disregarded it, instead only glaring into one another's eyes, the prince wet his bloody lips, panting hoarsely.

"Teach me Galactic Sword Piercer, father." He growled, clenching one hand into a fist. The King shook his head in refusal just once, before stepping forth, opening his palm. "I'll not teach you my signature, you must make your own, son. Look. Look into the vortex, can you see it...?" A blue ball of effervescent ki formed in his hand, with tiny streaks of light radiating out around it. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, focusing on the blue aura lighting his dark mane black-blue, his ebony eyes swirling with the radiance of it.

"Yes, I see it, father." He whispered.

"Take my hand, Vegeta." The king said in a soft rasp, his hand slightly quivering as he held an immense power dormant there. Vegeta hesitated, raising one hand. He gazed at the lights, as they became mixed with scarlet, the blue beams piercing the air heavy with their battle heat, wavering just slightly as his brows quirked; and he placed his small hand onto his father's, gritting his teeth as the light engulfed him, and they clasped hands tightly, a crackling of electric ki surrounding their hands as they braced themselves against the torrent of wind whipping out around them, as Vegeta groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, pained.

"Hold on, hold it! Now, take it!" King Vegeta bellowed, and Vegeta's body seized; stiffening as he shook with exertion, and the ball of ki shared between them turned violet, combining his father's signature, and his own, as the king moved to stand behind him, bracing his son.

Vegeta held the ball, pulling it from over his head, and down, then placing his other hand over it, and his father held him by the shoulders, and he cried out, "Galick Gun!" then a brilliant, iridescent violet beam burst forth, and pierced across the training room with a hiss, before hitting the far wall, and making a hard impact, which he surged outwards with a scream, until his power was exhausted, and he collapsed into his father's chest.

King Vegeta beamed with pride, pulling him up to cradle him in his arms, he brushed back the hair plastered to his son's brow, and eyed the wound there, and kissed it, pressing his lips firmly to it as Vegeta fell deep into a forced sleep, at least until he could have nourishment, and regain his energy.

"You did it, son. I'm very proud to pass my legacy onto you."


"See, this is fun, isn't it?" Fasha said, floating on her back as Raditz held onto Kakarot, flapping his feet frantically as he held the floating ball for balance. He would have responded, no, it's not fun, but his mouth was currently underwater, as the baby inside the pod pointed and laughed gaily at his older brother hanging on for dear life, floating easily in his pod water as if mocking him.

"Raditz, look, even Tumo can swim!" Fasha teased, and he looked over, observing how the yellow caneaea easily paddled through the water with its six paws.

Of course it's easy for him! He's a hexapod! He thought, exasperated, then gasped when Tumo swam underneath him, and lifted him, his head bobbing in the water as he carried him away, assisting Raditz to swim on his back with added assistance. Raditz kicked his legs and paddled with the dog beneath him, the water splashing around haphazardly as he attempted to get a good rhythm. Tumo waited until Raditz got his bearings, then slipped out from beneath him, flying up and shaking himself off as Raditz realized the dog was no longer under him, and gasped.

"You're doing it, Raditz! Good job!" Fasha cheered, and he grinned, wagging his tail back and forth in the water as he swam, Kakarot cheering happily from behind where he bobbed beside Fasha.

...

"Had enough yet?" Bardock sneered, as he knocked Tora back, making his teammate skid across the dirt. They'd both stripped their armour off in favor of their black under shorts, yet less protection as each was covered with a scattering of bruises and scrapes.

"Not yet, I haven't, not til you quit!" Tora panted back, and balled his hands back into fists.

"You're crazy! I can't do this, Tora!" Bardock groaned, and slumped his shoulders, not caring as his friend surged forth and clipped him on one shoulder, making him sway just slightly. Bardock regained his balance, and crossed his arms, scowling.

"Stop it already!"

"Fight me back!" Tora growled, punching Bardock in the jaw. He turned his cheek, grinning as a thin stream of blood trickled there. "You've got determination, I'll give you that, but that doesn't change anything!" Bardock roared, and plowed him away from himself, knocking the other on his back.

"Gine is leaving me, she said so! I may as well just go, everyone here is better off without me!" He shouted, squeezing his eyes shut. Tora got up on his elbows and shook his head, becoming worn out from battling his superior.

"Come on, Bardock! You can't give up now! Your little one will be born soon, and you've got a mate back in town missing you! I just know it, Gine will forgive you!" He said, standing and shaking Bardock by the shoulders. He looked away, staring at the ground.

"What if... she doesn't want me, what if she can't wait for me to get over this slump?" He groaned, rubbing his face. Tora paused, his hands on his hips as he frowned. "Hmm, well, what made you and Gine decide you wanted to be mates?" He asked, cocking his head curiously.

Bardock exhaled sharply, turning his back on him as his tail lashed side to side with irritation. "I dunno... She makes me laugh. She's fun... and always has such a positive attitude. She just made things seem, well... not so bad. Even when we were purging, at the end of the day, she was still smiling. I just love that about her, she's such a strong female, maybe not in the conventional sense, but... She just makes me feel so calm and relaxed, like it's not all battle, all the time." Bardock muttered, and Tora saw him rub his face from where it was hidden, and smiled.

"...I think I have an idea, how we can get you off the liquor, and back in your sweet little Gine's arms." He said, and winked, as Bardock looked back with a furrowed brow.

"Oh, no, I'm not falling victim to one of you and Fasha's schemes, you can't make me!" He growled, and barreled over Tora, chuckling maliciously as he pinned him down, watching as his friend struggled to wiggle around, then opened his eyes with realization.

"If I told you there was fighting involved, would that convince you?!" He yelped, just as Bardock was about to crush his head in with his fist. It struck the ground, making a large dust cloud, then Bardock raised one brow, considering his options.

"Hmm, go on..."


At last, they'd finished making all the preparations, but there was no one to be seen at the royal dining table, and morning was rolling on into afternoon by now, so Gine and Ankja put the meal in covered dishes to stay warm, while they went about cleaning the kitchen, noting that it was oddly quiet today without the familiar sounds of Castle Vegeta, there was more time to think.

"So, I hear that there will be a court hearing today, Gine. Have you any claims?" Ankja asked, eying her from her peripheral as she swept the floor.

"Claims...? You mean, a report?" Gine responded, blinking innocently as she wiped down the butcher's block.

"Yes, from what I've heard, there was an anonymous claim from a guard at the malt bar the other night... did something amiss happen with you and Bardock?" Ankja whispered, inching closer to Gine to talk in low, conspiring tones. Gine's eyes darted back and forth, feeling anxious with the heavy sense of gravity, of the immense castle walls towering all around her. "...Yes. He took Raditz to the bar, and we got in a bit of a spat, why? What's that got to do with anything?" She quivered, clutching the bloody meat rag to her chest.

"Well, as far as I know, someone disrespected the queen's honor. It's said a man was caught peering at her bosom while she was breastfeeding." Ankja whispered, only the hush of her broom bristles scraping the floor audible in the vast room.

"Oh...! N-Not my Bardock, he would never... Not on purpose!" Gine's voice squeaked, becoming reedy with her fear as she squeezed the rag accidentally, and pinkish blood dripped down her forearms. "I know, Gine... But, I think it be wise you make you and your family scarce, just in case." Ankja said, and Gine nodded, gulping.

"Is breakfast still available..?" A maid asked, popping her head through the door.

"Yes, it's ready." Gine said suddenly, startled.

"The Majesty the King and Prince Vegeta desire a meal, they are famished. Please, do be sure there is enough for all." She said, turning away, and Gine sighed, going to wash her hands in the sink.

"Ah, well. At least our work wasn't for naught, after all, saiyan men are always hungry!" Ankja said brightly, trying to lighten the mood as Gine hung her head, nodding solemnly.

If it were true, and Bardock really did look at the queen, not only was that penalty of death, it meant... he had eyes for another woman! Gine shook her head, drying her hands quickly on her apron.

Bardock would never. He wouldn't look at her, with a mate's eyes, would he...? She felt ridiculous; here her mate was at risk, and all she could think about was whether or not he would look on purpose, or if it was an accident. Did she really not trust her mate that much?

Maybe that's why he didn't come home last night...! She thought, squeezing her eyes shut, attempting to hold back the foolish tears threatening to come forth.


She dipped a brush in a small pan of black kohl eyeliner, swirling it around, Kalabrylea painted Vasenya's eyes, over where she had already made a sunset-like effect on her eyelids with red and blue pigment, darkening into purple. She gave her a cat eye, accenting their natural shape even further, as the queen kept her eyes closed, perfectly still. She added the black pigment to her eyelashes, darkening and lengthening them, before gently blowing to dry them.

"Alright, you may open your eyes now, your Highness." She said softly, and handed her the mirror, so that she could look at herself. Vasenya blinked, placing one hand on her blushed cheek, where Kalabrylea had put just the smallest amount of rouge. She admired herself a moment, smiling, then clasped Kalabrylea's hand.

"I've never felt so beautiful... my word, where did you learn this skill?" She asked her in wonder, blinking to try and avoid letting her tears flow out.

"Back home, like I said, my Queen." Kalabrylea said innocently, batting her eyes. Vasenya blinked slowly, staring at her for a long moment as they held hands.

"Go and bathe, child. Then dress, and make yourself up formal for dining with us, then court. You will be our esteemed guest." She said warmly, swallowing a lump in her throat. Kalabrylea gasped, backing up a pace.

"Me? Dine.. with you?" She said in pure astonishment, and the queen nodded steadily, gripping her hands to reassure her.

"Be sure to wear the gown I have put out for you, dear. I mean no ill will, but please... sister, do make your best impression on King Vegeta. But remember, though he speaks sternly, he is only a man. Like we spoke of before...?" She said, squeezing her hands. Kalabrylea blushed, "You mean, like-"

Vasenya simply giggled, standing, then admiring herself in the tall mirror.

"Yes. I have faith in you, that you will impress." She said coldly, suddenly changing tone, as she smoothed one hand down her form-fitting scarlet dress, made of crushed velvet, with extravagant gold embellishments, a skirt that revealed both long, shapely legs, with strappy black high heel sandals that gave the Saiyan queen an intimidating, yet beautiful appearance. "Yes, my lady. I promise." She said, and Kalabrylea left for her bath quickly, not desiring to waste time.

...

Gine's heart raced, as they waited at the serving station, her and Ankja holding various dishes and trays. The green light buzzed, and the dish was taken, and placed on the dining table, where Vegeta and his son had already begun their meal, eating savagely, disregarding any etiquette and simply devouring each dish set before them, the next was sent in, the green buzzer startling Gine so much almost dropped her dish. "Next!" a maid called, and Ankja set hers down in the scan, to ensure there was nothing unpleasant hidden in the food. The green light flashed, and they sighed in relief, Gine setting down the last tray. Now that their job was finished for the time being, they left, going out to get some fresh air and relax while the royals dined.

...

She felt strangely giddy, yet also overexposed, as Kalabrylea turned, admiring herself in a skin tight, silky blue dress, which had a very low back, so low in fact that it exposed the base of her tail. She was given a gold bangle, which was meant to go on the base of her tail, as she looked at it oddly. She slid it over her tail, feeling a tingling feeling all throughout her body as she did, and secured it to the base of her tail, where as she looked, it did look pretty, and that odd birthmark was clearly visible. Kalabrylea touched it, carefully, then pulled her hand back quickly. Something about this just felt odd, for her to be wearing such a revealing outfit, where as she turned, the dress had much of the same effect, holding her breasts pressed erotically together, with golden chains, then most of her stomach was exposed. Kalabrylea placed both hands on her made-up cheeks and sighed shakily, then turned, and made her way out into the dining hall.

...

"I hope you're at least proud, woman. Your son has made great strides in power today." King Vegeta said gruffly, between bites of food, which as it was eaten messily, small particles dappled his beard, and he hadn't bothered to remove his tattered body suit, allowing parts of his deeply carven musculature to peek through, still shining with perspiration.

The queen looked away, instead giving a small smile to Vegeta, as he stared down at his plate, refusing to make eye contact with her.

"Congratulations, Vegeta. I'm very proud of you, you know...?" She said, hoping to get a response, but today was clearly a day where the mulish adolescent was choosing instead to cram himself up his father's backside, in avoiding her.

There was a soft shuffling, then a click, as Kalabrylea entered, the gold heels she wore were cold, and clacked on the marble as she approached the dining table, and clasped her arms before her, looking down at the floor as she waited to be seated. King Vegeta's eyes widened, then began to wander, before he growled, and quickly burned them onto his wife.

"What is this? Who is she!?" He growled incredulously, as Vasenya stood, and took the other woman's face in her hands, and kissed her tenderly, pulling away before gauging the King's reaction.

"Such vulgar actions do not deem your scheming acceptable, woman."

He swallowed, his throat bobbing as his bristling brows furrowed furthermore. Kalabrylea clasped her hand nervously at her side, frightened of the king, yet also flustered by his clearly heated reaction to her.

"This is my friend, Kalabrylea, can she dine with us...?" Vasenya said sweetly, and he rumbled, making a low, threatening sound for a long moment, as the prince did the same, eyeing the intruder female suspiciously. Kalabrylea noticed the tension, and spoke up, timidly.

"I believe you should be familiar with me, your Majesty... I cook for you often, and just the other day, twas' me that fell and landed on my cake." She said, frowning, and he took pause, as recognition lit in his eyes, he nearly spit the food from his mouth as he stood, pounding both hands flat on the table.

"She's the fool that got a face full of cake, father! She doesn't deserve a seat here!" The prince reminded him, then the king chuckled, lowly.

"And you, a lowly scullery maid, wish to dine at my table?!" He roared, but the girl did not back down, instead she turned just slightly, and presented her back to him, to which he looked baffled, then his mouth hung open slightly for a long moment, as his eyes traveled down and rested on the blue mark. Then, Vasenya turned the girl away from his sight, before he could commit the image to memory.

"I command you, sit." Vasenya said, and sat the girl at the King's side, before she took her seat at the Prince's side. The King slowly sat down, avoiding eye contact with the stranger, and instead, scooping mound of mound of food into his mouth, until his plate began to be empty.

Kalabrylea looked to Vasenya, then down at the overflowing platter of food on the table. She turned to the king, and placed one small, delicate hand on his, and whispered, "Allow me, your Highness." She said stroking the tattered white glove he wore. He moved his hand quickly, responding to her as he'd been accustomed, but this time was different as she stood, and leaned before him to spoon more onto his plate, smiling at him coyly as she saw his eyes drift down.

Vasenya smiled into her wineglass as she watched, crossing her legs beneath the table, and chuckling softly. The prince heard her, and turned, narrowing his eyes on her, wondering why she would allow this odd woman to present herself before his father. He may have been young, but he'd seen plenty enough to know that something here was off, especially her reaction.

King Vegeta cleared his throat, clenching his jaw, and tore his eyes from Kalabrylea, squeezing them shut as if pained.

"That will be enough, girl." He said gruffly, and she sat down, a small smile on her painted lips as she looked down at her meal, and waited until he took his first bite to take hers, all cues of her submission, as Vasenya downed the rest of her wine, and abandoned her half-eaten food, instead, leaving the table without a word, and disappearing down the dark corridor that led to the nursery. The Prince hesitated a moment, then finished his food, and left, walking down to be alone in his chambers to think on this new development.

This left King Vegeta and Kalabrylea alone, and though the king was hard pressed not to admit it, for once he felt anxious, his heart raced rapidly in his chest, as the female passed another dish to him, he licked his lips, questioning her motives. She moved away his empty plate, and wordlessly presented him with the tray. Was she, truly...?

He shook his head, pushing it away.

"I cannot on good conscience do this." He said, avoiding her gaze. Kalabrylea leaned closer, snaking her tail under the table to brush against his teasingly.

"Do what, my king?" She asked sweetly, pulling her thick, indigo-black curling spikes away from her shoulder, where they were held loosely, a gold tiara with a dark amethyst adorning her forehead. King Vegeta gulped, admiring her with discreet glances.

"You... wear a jeweled tiara, you have a blue birthmark... You, the female whose bore the strongest saiyan child ever known..." He swallowed, looking up at her. Kalabrylea nodded, encouraging him gently, twirling her tail around his, as his dark irises expanded on her, to better absorb the image before him.

"Yes, my King? What does this all mean?" She questioned, tilting her head. He looked back down at the table, and pounded his fist on it, in defiance.

"Such a child should not exist...! But, gods, do I ... I feel the same greed as my mate, Vasenya. Am I a wretch to want this? Answer me, girl." He demanded, and she placed one hand over his fist, stroking until he relaxed his hand, and she removed his glove, laying her cool palm across the back of his dark-skinned hand, calming him.

"No, you are not a bad man, you are... so much more dedicated than someone say, Paragus... who left me with a child, but unclaimed. Left me hurting, wanting, hungry, my belly, empty. I have grown greedy as well, my King. Do you know what I want?" She purred, lacing her fingers with his, coiling her tail with his, until he was panting, his eyes burning into hers for her next word.

"What..? What is it you desire, beautiful stranger?" He whispered huskily, licking his lips.

"You." She said, and moved the strap of her dress, exposing one shoulder to him, and a glowing, pink anomaly there, smelling of sweet honeysuckle and cream; it beckoned to him, making him rumble low in his broad chest, as he slowly stood from the table, and gazed lustfully at her; violently pushing the many platters of food off the table, and surging towards her, as a scream of her delighted surprise rang out through the halls.


There was an enormous splash, as Bardock and Tora dived into the swimming hole, joining Fasha and Raditz, who yelled out excitedly as the entire pond was shook up from the force of their dives, and Raditz yelled, frightened for a moment, before laughing, as Bardock popped up, carrying him on his shoulders.

"Did ya' miss me, Runt?" He teased, tickling one of Raditz's swinging feet. Raditz held onto his father's mane, gulping nervously.

"Are you leaving...?" He murmured, and Bardock chuckled low, and shook his head, pulling Kakarot closer, and slapping the pod affectionately with one hand.

"Nah, I think I'll stay a bit longer. Do you think you could help your old man catch a fish?" He asked, looking up at Raditz. The boy frowned, playing with his father's hair.

"I dunno, I just learned how to swim today." He said, unsure.

"Your mom would really love it, and I promise. I'll stay home tonight." Bardock said, walking across the water, to where there was a sandy shore, where he crawled up and squatted by the edge, setting the two boys down before him to speak privately.

"You mean it... no bars?" Raditz inquired suspiciously, crossing his arms.

"Well, I'm gonna try. I think I figured out that being home, with much too much free time, It gives me too much time to think about things. A Saiyan needs to fight, Raditz. Just like you need stimulus, I need stimulus. I need my team, I need the release I feel when I'm out there, fighting." He said, and Raditz thought his heart was going to halve in two.

"But... but, what about us, Papa?" He whimpered, beginning to shiver from being out of the water.

"We're gonna figure out a way, ok? I promise." He said, and ruffled Raditz's locks, kissing him on the brow. Kakarot yowled, pounding on the glass for attention. "And so is this little guy, if we don't get him home to his Momma soon." Bardock chuckled, and Raditz felt confused, looking at the pod. "What do you mean?" Bardock poked the pod, seeing how Kakarot snapped his teeth, attempting to bite him.

"See how feisty he is? That means he's healthy. The fact that he wants to fight means he's ready to come out, his tail's fully grown, and his eyes are open too, see?" Raditz nodded, peering at the baby through the glass.

"But, we'll wait for your mother, ok? A birth is a special thing, and I want to be there this time." Bardock said softly, and stroked the glass. Kakarot placed his little hand there, and looked up at his father, and older brother curiously, before giggling, and making a loud bubbling sound in the water. "Eww! He farted, Papa!" Raditz sneered, scattering back.

"Oh, that's nothing! Just wait til he comes out, and starts eating solid food!" Bardock said, then watched as Kakarot's nose twitched, smelling something odd, then his father laughed, falling back into the water with a splash as Raditz tackled him, and the ball rolled into the water, bobbing on the surface as Kakarot tried to play too.

"What a kooky family." Fasha said, crossing her arms as she and Tora dressed, and Tumo shook out his fur coat, spraying them with water. Tora spat, brushing himself off, and Fasha hugged him, resting her head on his chest a long moment, sighing.

"One day, I hope we have one like theirs." She said, and looked up at him, as he leaned down to kiss her.