"So... hehe,"
Launch shrugged and gave Raditz a cheesy grin, hoping for her sake that he would be understanding. Launch had never intended on becoming pregnant, but apparently her other self and Raditz had other ideas. The tall man before her just stared dumbfoundedly at her, slack-jawed.
"You...? You're... carrying my child? Mine?" Raditz breathed, and Launch felt her heart racing rapidly as he stared at her with widened eyes, she could only nod quickly, before squeezing her eyes shut.
I knew I was pregnant, I found out this morning... But, I thought it was Tien's... I would have never expected it could be Raditz's. I'm almost... relieved?
Launch's chest heaved as she held back a shuddering sob, the pain she felt knowing Tien would be disappointed in her... He would think she'd replaced him immediately after his death, and also angry that she had been the one to initiate such a thing knowing that he didn't agree in the first place, instead she had seduced him... Launch gasped as she felt heat suddenly surrounding her as Raditz embraced her tightly to his body and lifted her onto his lap, crushing her body into his.
"I never thought I would be a father..." He said, his voice threatening to crack.
"My father never seemed to be glad to have me, I always thought a child was a burden to have, before... I commited cruel acts to prevent the possibility, but now.." He murmured into her hair, sighing. Then Raditz pulled back and held Launch up high to observe her, his eyes glittering as he gazed at her.
"Now, I welcome the idea of becoming a
father, if it's with you... as the mother."
Launch turned her face away and stifled a sob, feeling ashamed of herself instead of proud.
"Look at me." He said huskily, and Launch shook her head of blonde curls.
"Launch. Look at your mate."
"I'm not-! I'm not your mate!" She whined, her voice timid and mouse-like as she quivered, afraid to look him in the eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous, girl. I am not angry with you. Launch. Look into my eyes and you'll see."
He said softly, attempting to talk to her as delicately as he could. Launch gulped and turned her head, opening her emerald eyes and allowing her tears to fall.
"You remember, our first kiss?" He said gently, stroking his fingers across her cheek to dry her tears. Launch gulped, of course, how could she forget? She'd felt it the same as her other self, but now, as he looked at her intently, she felt guilty for having enjoyed it too.
"Yes, I... But I wasn't supposed to!" She yelped, before the air rushed out of her in her sudden surprise as he pulled her down and crushed his lips to hers, silencing her complaints in an instant. Launch closed her eyes and melded into his kiss, relaxing her tension as she felt every loving press of his lips on hers, as he tangled one hand in her hair, and the other squeezed her hip, Launch moaned into his lips as Raditz flipped her over onto the bed, wrapping her leg around his waist as he showed her his approval. She could barely breathe as he at last pulled back, and glared down at her with an intense gaze.
"See, you do remember... and if you don't, then I'll refresh your memory... If you're going to carry my child, I'm going to claim both of you as mine, as many times as I have to until you forget who you are, and stop saying that you are not her." He said sternly, leaving her little room to disagree, not that she wanted to...
Launch felt heat rushing up from her chest and pulsing in her cheeks as she struggled to speak. Her mouth hung open as she panted, her eyes never leaving his as Raditz lowered his head and swathed heat across her chest, and up to her throat, then grazed her neck with his teeth. Launch scrabbled for purchase on his wide back, and dug her nails in as she cried out, and their tails found one another and coiled together tightly.
"I'm going to mate with you...Until I am absolutely certain you will bear my child." He whispered in her ear, and she felt herself clenching inside with wanton desire as his words heated her inside and out, and Launch gasped out as she felt him lower his body down to hers, the hard fabric of his jeans coarse against her delicate folds as he ground himself to her.
"Hey you guys! It's lunchtime!" Bulma suddenly rapped on the door, spoiling the moment as they both paused what they were doing. Raditz frowned and began to stand, when Launch pulled him back down and wrapped her legs around him, attacking his mouth with hers, silencing his muffled protests for food as her devious tongue snaked in his mouth.
"Raaadiiiitz? Lauuunch?" She knocked again, and Launch growled out viciously and threw a coke bottle at the door, shattering it on impact.
"Get outta here! We're busy!" Launch snapped, to Raditz's surprise. Bulma yelped from the other side of the door and took off, knowing blonde Launch's rage all too well.
"Now, where were we?" Right, you were about to take them pants off, big guy." She said devilishly, and Raditz looked down and smiled, peeling off his black tank top first, giving her a good view of his toned body, before unbuttoning his pants and taking them off quickly. Launch shivered with anticipation as he came nearer, feeling herself quivering with excitement, her legs growing wobbly as he gripped her thighs and parted them. Launch blushed, remembering that he had forgotten to put underwear on her. Her dress crinkled up and exposed her as her legs spread, and Raditz looked down and licked his lips at the sight before him of his unclaimed female simply dripping wet for him. He chuckled, as he took one finger and swirled around the fluids and coated it.
"You've been waiting for a long time, for me to at last admire your body in the way I have the other, haven't you...?" He said huskily, dipping his fingertip teasingly inside her, then flicking it on her tender flesh.
Launch's body shook in reaction and she cried out, only able to nod as she glared down at her and grinned. Raditz used his other hand to pull down her dress, slowly pulling until the suspenders snapped and her breasts were exposed to him, her rosy buds bursting out and prickling as he lowered his mouth. Launch growled and moved her hips up to make him move his hand, greedily rubbing herself on his palm as he cupped her heated mound and chuckled.
"You're an eager one, aren't you...? Let's savor the moment before your mind can no longer process thoughts, right now... I want you to beg for me..." He whispered, then lowered his mouth to her chest and pulled her nipple in between his lips and played with it, as he stroked her slick folds lovingly with one hand, closing his eyes as she began to moan for him. Launch forced his head down to her breast forcefully, and he wrapped his lips around her and sucked harder as he flicked his wrist against her heat, dipping two fingers in and out to prepare her for his girth.
"Raditz.. now... I want it now!" She gasped, he looked up from her chest and smirked, instead moving his hand faster against her until her fluids gushed out and coated his palm.
"Beg me, Launch. I want to hear you say it." He whispered, removing his hand and standing up before her, using her fluids to lubricate his thick member that jutted out over her body eagerly. Launch looked down and licked her lips, her mouth salivating as his hand moved up and down his long shaft.
"You like what you see, naughty girl? Are you ready for me now?" He purred, with a soft chuckle.
She nodded her head and scooched down on the bed, panting in her eagerness. She could feel euphoric shivers rushing through her veins as he pressed the round bulb of him to her and swirled it in circles, his eyelids lowering as Launch squirmed beneath him in reaction to each time he passed over the desired spot that was now aching to be full.
"Say it... you know what I want you to say, don't you?" He demanded now, sending lust flooding through her loins.
"Yes! Raditz, make me all yours..." She pouted, shyly dipping her chin to her chest as he grinned, pleased with her response.
"I want to, very badly...But first I want to ensure that my mate is happy... Launch, will you be my mate?" He said huskily, pressing his body down onto hers. Launch wrapped her legs around him and sobbed into his shoulder with gasps of exuberance, gripping his mane in her hands, then arching her hips up to his.
"Yes, Raditz, I l-love you..." She whispered, and he looked back, a flash of surprise going through his eyes he smiled, then kissed her, holding her lovingly by her backside as they met, and he sunk himself down inside her, pushing himself fully into her as he sighed, "I love you... I love both of you...Launch." Raditz responded as he blinked, the whites of his eyes showing as he savored the feeling of his female closing in around him.
"Ah, you feel... so tight.. mm.." He sighed, staring down at her hungrily.
Launch arched her back and squeezed him tightly as they began to move together, locked by the lips as their hips found synchronicity, it felt so right to have him filling her, her body sheathing around his perfectly as lust fluttered low in her belly. Launch groaned into Raditz's throat and nipped him, scratching at his back for him to go faster. He snarled in response and drew backward, then thrust forward firmly and hit her with a pleasurable impact that made her gasp.
"You want more... like that...?"
She nodded eagerly,
"Yes, I want more..."
"So do I." He purred, then Raditz unlatched her legs from around his waist and laid them across his chest so that her ankles crossed around his ears, and gave her what she was yearning for, hard and fast, fully withdrawing then fully encasing himself until Launch was howling with ecstasy. Her head tilted back, eyes closed as he groaned back to answer her cries, gripping a handful of her soft golden hair to pull her face up to gaze into his eyes as he sunk down and filled her deeply with a shuddering sigh.
Launch gasped for her breath as a quickening feeling burst from inside, that only intensified as he pressed his weight down onto her and ground his hips with hers, their tails coiled tightly at his back as she felt him pass the plushness of her walls and kiss her cervix, then grind against it, his length invading deeply into her core until she keened out with her climax.
"Raditz! I- I'm- Oh my god!" She gasped, and he quickened his pace in response, until he was baring his teeth to resist from releasing himself from the sheer strength of his female's orgasm clenching and pulsing around him. Once Launch lost her tension and sighed, he kept going at a relaxed pace until she was sated, and became like putty in his arms. Raditz smiled and pulled back, sliding her smooth legs through his hands as he removed himself, then flipped her deftly onto her stomach.
"Oh, don't stop...what-!" Launch moaned, then gasped when he found her entrance and thrust himself back in, pulling her body down firmly to meet the base of his shaft, grunting as their tails loosened and hers came around to curl around his waist and pull him closer.
"Launch..." He whispered, and slowed his pace to suit her needs, her legs folding around his backside as she lay face down on the bed. She turned her cheek and sighed, "Raditz..." Before moaning into the pillow as he took her harder for his own release, using his tail to caress between their bodies, his hands cupping her breasts, his abdomen flexing with each brisk thrust. He then leaned down until her back arched beneath him, Launch cried out as he drove into her from a sharp angle, before licking her shoulder, then pulling her hair back to find the sweet spot where her skin had become pinkened and glowing.
"You're mine." He growled, then sank his fangs deep into the muscle. This caused her to shriek with delight; as the secret area throbbed with newfound erogenous nerve endings. Raditz rolled his eyes with pleasure and nursed on the sweet syrupy blood that oozed out, the mark on his own throat becoming glowing red in response, as he thrust once more into her and shook as he pumped out his arousal, collapsing atop her, kissing her back where the mark now bled. The small pinpricks from his teeth still remained; throbbing with lasting sensations.
Launch turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him as he laid back on the bed, relaxed, and smiled down at her, at his woman perching on his lap to kiss him fervently. Launch kissed his mouth hungrily, then licked down his throat, clutching his long, spiky black hair in her fists as she sucked on the spicy warmth emanating from his throat. Raditz closed his eyes and stroked her back encouragingly, rumbling in his chest with a satisfied purr when he felt her tongue caress there and taste the hot cinnamon flavor emanating from his mark.
"Bite it, make me yours...please... mark me.." He moaned, pulling her head down closer to him as she laughed into his skin.
"Who am I?" She teased, pulling back to sit on his lap and trace circles on the throbbing red mark. Raditz rolled his eyes and panted, "A tease," He said with slight annoyance, as she shook her head.
"Speak! Come on caveman, use your big words~" She giggled, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement as she talked to him as if he were a lowly mutt.
"An annoying girl, whom I love very much..." He growled, gritting his teeth as he bared his pulsing throat in open submission to her. Launch licked her lips, remembering his delicious taste. She moved against his groin with hers where there was still a wet heat; feeling him respond almost instantly, then grip her hips.
"Mark first, then mate, girl..." He growled, opening his eyes to glare down at her with those obsidian depths.
"Not until you say it!" She pouted, using her demure half to convince him, with enlarged puppy dog eyes that sparkled. Raditz smirked as the little female showed her true nature at last. Her blonde hair slowly turned to chartreuse, then aquamarine, then cerulean, until at last it settled on a vibrant, aegean sea blue-green shade, and her emerald eyes darkened to violet just around the irises.
"My Girl. My Little Launch, you are...so beautiful..." He breathed, stunned by her appearance that combined both halves into one whole, as she smiled, then blushed, coquettish.
"I've never shown anyone this but you, Raditz. I'm sorry for keeping my true self from you...I hope you can understand..." She gulped, then squeezed her eyes shut as the blue sand in her mind swirled, and the feelings inside that were so intense began fighting for purchase on each side of the mirror, until it shattered completely. She opened her eyes wide with realization, as the other half awakened fully, then softened her eyes on him, and caressed Raditz's cheek as he recognized her, and smiled warmly.
"I needed to hear it from you, Raditz. I needed you to love me for who I truly am. You always saw me for who I was inside, all along..." She said softly, and smiled back warmly, her eyes upturned as she laughed airly, small tears falling down her flushed cheeks.
"Of course, I knew, all along. Just as I knew that you were a Saiyan. I knew when I looked into your emerald eyes and saw the shy girl inside...You are only you, you are not just the 'Bad Girl' Launch, or the 'Good Little' Launch, you are simply My Launch." He said softly. "Raditz... you are my male, my mate...my husband ...You will be, you're all mine." She whispered, then leaned down and kissed his mark as he looked down, and watched with trepidation.
"Hn, what are you saying...?" He questioned, then shivered as her teeth grazed his skin.
Husband? What's that...?
Then, Raditz gasped as she sank her teeth into him and sealed the bond, both halves of her, were now one with him. The mark on her back slowly moved to combine with the mark on her neck, her luminous dark teal locks shining like an oil slick of indigo and violet, bright gossamer bands of gold glittered as she swallowed down the heat in his blood, and then pulled back to kiss the mark apologetically.
"How does one become a 'husband'? Launch...? I want to be what you said." Raditz questioned, tilting his head, then gasped as his wild little female smirked in response and lowered her head down past his waist. He sunk into the pillow with a sigh, running his fingers through her beautiful new shade of hair, then fisted it as he tensed from the naughty things she was doing.
I suppose that question can be answered later...when her mouth isn't full. She sure is an insatiable little female... I certainly am a lucky man to have her. And now, I'll at last, have my own family...
Bulma stuffed a hotdog in her mouth and bit off a large piece, chewing rather angrily after Launch had so rudely told her to leave. There was a whole buffet on the table, the counters, and even boxes from the catering service still sitting on the floor after Bunny realized that Raditz and Launch were much like Vegeta, and they would require a large amount of food. Vegeta was steadily working his way through it, nearly half way through when the couple finally made an appearance, with their clothes slightly crinkled and embarrassed expressions obvious on their faces. Launch had apparently reverted back to her normal blue-haired self again, and Bulma sighed with relief. She didn't want to get in a cat fight with blonde Launch, it would not end well.
"Sorry we're late! Ooh! That looks tasty!" Launch awed, her small hands to her cheeks as she observed the spread with sparkling eyes.
"My apologies, Bulma. We... wanted to finish watching our grappling program first." He said, with a sideways smirk to Vegeta, then sat down at the table. Vegeta snorted, hesitating to swallow the large wad of food in his cheek once he smelled the strong odor of their copulation reeking up the kitchen.
"Oh, it's alright, you two! Here, dig in! Consider yourselves our honored guests!" Bunny said happily, handing them plates and silverware. They eagerly began piling food on their plates, to her pleasure, then Bunny's eyes widened as Launch picked up an entire hotdog, bun and all, and gulped it right down, barely even chewing.
"Goodness! Are you ok, dear?" She asked, suddenly very concerned as Launch narrowed her shoulders and wiped ketchup from the corner of her mouth.
"Oopsie... I'm just so hungry!" She pouted, then her stomach growled so loud that it was heard by everyone in the kitchen.
"You'd better get all the nourishment you can, honey. While in this form you can eat without getting nauseated." Raditz said sweetly, and placed another hotdog on her plate. She blushed as everyone's eyes honed in on her, and Vegeta stood up quickly, wiping his mouth with a disgusted grimace.
"Don't tell me, you've sired a brat already? Why am I surprised? I can smell the foul scent of your intermingling." He snorted, as if there were an offensive smell, but nobody else seemed to smell anything. Bulma looked up at Vegeta and tried to tug him back down into his seat.
"Don't be rude! Let them say it!" She whispered sharply, before narrowing her eyes into upturned cartoon eyes with tiny pupils, chuckling deviously.
It had been Bulma's idea to call the doctor back and have them do a pregnancy test... she had her suspicions about Launch's pregnancy a while back, but she didn't know how to broach the subject to the violent blonde. This was much easier, although slightly underhanded.
Dr. Briefs snickered from where he sat next to his wife, then looked at his cat Scratch with a shit-eating grin. He'd been personally involved in performing the test. He couldn't help it, if Bulma asked him something, he would do anything for his baby girl. No matter how sneaky.
"It's only natural that my Little Launch would become with child, she is after all, my mate." Raditz said bluntly with a gruff snort back at Vegeta, who sat back down with a huff. Raditz shrugged and began digging into the remaining portion that Vegeta hadn't eaten, taking all the interesting types of earth food and stuffing them into his cheeks greedily. He'd worked up quite the appetite after the second round, plus they had to stop so it didn't seem too suspicious.
"Wait... does that mean... She's gonna have a widdle baby?!" Bunny suddenly blurted out, her dazzling blue eyes glittering dreamily as she clasped her hands together and nearly fainted.
Launch giggled, then looked to Raditz bashfully.
"Well, I'm really pregnant now! Raditz said he would make sure that blonde me gets pregnant, and has lots of babies!" She said happily, to his surprise as he stopped where he had opened his mouth up wide to take a bite out of a large sub sandwich, and looked down at her with a panicked expression.
Bulma spit out her drink onto the floor, then Vegeta snorted loudly, which turned into a rough chuckle, and Bunny jumped up and down happily.
"Oh! We have to have a baby shower! Omigosh! What an attentive man!" Bunny said, her face suddenly reddening as she almost fainted with her sheer giddiness.
Bulma finally recovered from her obnoxious laughter and put one hand on Launch's shoulder, patting it.
"Launch, you can only get pregnant once. At least, I think so. I'm not exactly sure in your case!"
"Well, let's not be hasty, Bulma dear. We think it would be wise for you to be looked after carefully, young lady. We also have devices that can examine you closer, to make sure that everything is going as planned during your pregnancy." Dr. Briefs said, then lit a cigarette and puffed, after he himself had only eaten a very small portion of food, the most of which his little black cat had enjoyed.
Vegeta crossed his arms and harrumphed derisively, shaking his head.
"You foolish Earthlings, you'd seriously let her carry a child in such an unstable environment? Haven't you ever heard of birthing pods? Incubation...?"
Bulma's mouth dropped open at Vegeta and she made a loud cooing sound that made him suddenly stiffen as she threw her arms around his neck and planted wet smacking kisses all over his flinching face.
"Oh Vegeta! You're so thoughtful! How cuuuute!" She cooed, until he managed to wrench her away and rubbed his face vigorously.
"Stop that! It's not 'cute', Woman! It's necessary to the whelps survival! Any weakling spawn from his bloodline will be sure to be susceptible to Sudden Infant Death!" He growled, and Launch's eyes widened to sorrowful saucers as she considered the terrible possibility.
"Oh! Goodness me... I don't want that!" She gasped, and Raditz wrapped his arm around her protectively, giving Vegeta a cold glare before comforting her.
"That won't happen, I promise, don't listen to him..." He said reassuringly, stroking her arm. Bulma shook her head at Vegeta, reprimanding him for his comment, crossing her arms.
"And here I thought you were being thoughtful! Way to spoil the moment, jerk!" She snapped, looking away from him with her nose turned up. Vegeta looked at her with disbelief, rearing his head back with surprise.
"I- I was only being realistic! You know that type of thing can happen, they would be wise to-"
"Alright! I've heard enough!" Launch suddenly snapped, "It ain't none'ya business, short stuff!" She snarled, curling her lip back to display a surprisingly sharp little canine. Vegeta raised one brow at her then dismissed her, standing up briskly and taking off outdoors, most likely to pulverize another tree. Bulma stood up as well, with a sharp growl and took off after him. That left the others at the table, everyone looking at the blue-haired girl. Raditz chucked and kissed her temple approvingly. "That's my girl!"
Bunny and Dr. Briefs both smiled, finding their new guests quite entertaining.
Yamcha crossed his ankles, from where they rested on multiple pillows, and sighed contentedly. Puar snoozed to the side of him with a full belly, curled up in a little ball.
Yup, life is good...Yamcha mused to himself, sipping from a large cup of ice water, as he flipped channels on the TV.
Hm, watched that yesterday, watched that this morning...Ooh Minor League Baseball is on! He set the remote down and sighed, placing his hands behind his head and relaxing. Even Master Roshi had snuck his way back into the room, from where he snored in the lazy boy recliner in the corner, with an Ladies Fashion Weekly catalog open on his lap, which was the best thing he could find for 'reading material' in the hospital, but hey, he got treated pretty well, every nurse that walked by made sure he had everything he needed, seeing as he was such a doting grandfather.
Yamcha watched baseball for a while before snoozing off, his complexion had now regained most of its healthy bronze color, and the bags beneath his eyes had faded nearly completely.
"Well, don't you just look adorable?" A voice sneered from above, as Yamcha slowly blinked, his eyes unfocused as he tried to process what was going on.
"I've been worried sick about you, Yamcha! You don't answer my calls, you never check your messages, and now come to find out you're in the hospital and nobody thought to even call me!"
Yamcha groaned and closed his eyes, attempting to go back to sleep, hoping he was just imagining that his on and off girlfriend Fancy was even standing there in the room.
"Hellooo? Don't you dare ignore me! I know you can hear me, Yamcha!" Her voice grew more and more annoyingly shrill as she placed her hands on her hips and started ranting on and on until he couldn't take it anymore and sat up in bed, feeling like he was about to explode.
"What! Why are you even here! Just leave me alone!" Yamcha yelled back, sending Puar flying up and under the bed in fear. He met her spiteful glare and challenged it with his own. Just looking at Fancy, hearing her voice, made him remember how much of an idiot he had been. Yamcha couldn't even remember what he found so attractive about her anymore. She was trashy and cheap. With her frizzed-out dead bleach blonde hair and way too much makeup and spray tan, Bulma could beat her in a beauty contest any day without even trying. But it wasn't just her looks that were the problem, there was much more than just that to consider. Her personality, her attitude, her history...
"Why do you gotta treat me like this? All I ever do is try to make you happy, I came all the way here and I brought you your favorite pizza! I thought maybe you'd be thankful but I guess I was wrong. You're nothing but a loser, Yamcha! See if I care if you wither up and die here! You wouldn't have come to see me!" She huffed indignantly, tossing the pizza box on the floor and stomping on it.
"Bullshit! You're acting crazy! Why don't you just get outta here, and never come back! I never want to see you again!"
"Yeah! Get outta here, ya little hussy! Go back to 123 Kame Turtle House and wait for further instructions!" Master Roshi interrupted with a sly grin, before the door swung open and Fancy paused her stomping on the pizza box.
"Excuse me, you're not supposed to be in here!" Miyuki suddenly hissed, storming through the door with her shoulders tense, her normally soft brown curls fluffed up like an angry cats and her eyes narrowed to pinpricks as Fancy turned around and looked her up and down dubiously.
"Oh, who are you, another of his little side tarts? I'm sure Bulma's been here, hasn't she!?" She snapped, kicking the crushed box to the side, then walking up to her, taking off her hoop earrings.
"I-I don't know who you're talking about, I'm Yamcha's designated nurse! Now, please leave before I am forced to detain you!" Miyuki snarled, and flexed her hand to reveal her needle-thin claws, all while backing up into the wall nervously.
"If you're asking for a fight, I'll give you one!" Fancy yelled back, and pushed her until her head hit the wall and she yelped.
Yamcha looked on, stunned while Master Roshi jumped out of his chair and started cheering. Yamcha shook his head, and tore the blankets off his lap, getting to his feet quickly then approaching Fancy and placing one hand on her shoulder, turning her about abruptly.
"Fancy, you're taking this way too far! Miyuki has done nothing to deserve that kind of treatment! Now please, leave! I'm done with you! For good! I wish I'd never laid eyes on you! I should have stayed loyal to Bulma, I would have never been here in the first place!" He said sternly, concealing the hurt in his voice with a vigorous shake of his head as he bit back the small lingering urge to soothe her, at seeing the shocked expression on her face.
"I...I hate you! Screw you, Yamcha!" Fancy screamed as she backed away and stumbled out of the room, pushing past Miyuki. Yamcha surged forward and caught Miyuki before her head could hit the floor, then stood her up carefully, dusting off the shoulder of her white uniform.
"Um.. I'm sorry you had to get in the middle of that, Miyuki..." He said, embarrassed. Miyuki got herself together and cleared her throat, combing her fingers through her hair to smooth it out.
"Well, you did what you had to do. Besides, don't you think you're ready to go home now?" She said softly, gesturing to how he had jumped out of bed with no problem. Yamcha looked at the blanket on the floor and sighed.
"Oh, yeah... I guess you're right, I do seem to have my energy back."
"I'll go get your release forms." Miyuki said in a low voice, turning away.
"Wait...! Um... Thank you for everything! I really appreciate it." He said, and watched with slight confusion as her features softened sadly and she nodded quickly, before turning away.
Yamcha scratched his head, as Puar landed back onto his shoulder and watched Miyuki as she walked away, her white tail tucked between her legs.
"Oh... we're going home already?"
"Well, you really mucked things up good, boy! Now what?! I gotta go back home!" Master Roshi grumbled, pouting as he gathered his things and huffed.
"No more cute little nurses, no more being catered to hand and foot! That Launch is always too focused on that big ol' galoot, Raditz these days!" He groused to himself. Yamcha gave him a sideways smile and laughed.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted, but I guess we have to get back to reality, huh?"
Puar made a sad sound and lowered in the air a few feet. "No more Miss Miyuki!" He cried out, then began to sob. Yamcha picked Puar up by the tail and turned him around, chuckling.
"Puar, you got the hots for her?"
"Noooo, you were supposed to!" He wailed even louder this time, and Yamcha blushed, looking around conspicuously.
"Shh! Don't say that so loud! She would never go for a guy like me! Besides, I think it's time I faced my issues head on! First step, win back Bulma!" He said, suddenly confident, and Master Roshi nearly fell over backwards, That boy's got some screws loose for sure! If I were him, I'd never leave this place with that cute little gal looking after me!
"Oh...You sure about that, Yamcha...? I thought Dr. Briefs said.." Puar began, but Yamcha muffled his mouth with one hand, before Miyuki walked back in the room and handed him the clipboard, and he sat down and began filling out the paperwork to leave, not seeing the way Miyuki sighed when he put the pen to the paper, a happy grin across his face.
The mud squelched beneath her feet as Chi-Chi made her way down the sheer cliffside; after experiencing the first trial of darkness, Chi-Chi felt empowered by Ji-Ji-Hana's words. She had the blue blanket wrapped around her shoulders to keep her warm from the brisk mountain chill, but now that she was getting to the base, green grass began to sprout from the mud, and there was signs of a forest growing as she kept going and the weeds grew denser and denser. She came to the base and looked around, feeling slightly confused as sunlight began to filter in through the canopy.
She squinted her eyes and hummed thoughtfully. Korin hadn't really given her any information about what she was jumping into, she was so bold she hadn't bothered to wait around and ask questions. But, Chi-Chi had her suspicions that this world was not quite like her own, although as she looked back, the large mountain had little snow on it now, and looked oddly similar to Mount Paozu.
Chi-Chi smirked, she knew her way around here. Whether or not this was a different dimension, or alternate plane, she knew how to traverse the woods at the base of Mount Paozu very well. She kept walking, removing the blanket from her shoulders, and instead tying it around her waist as the air became more humid and warm. She sighed and stretched her arms out over her head, relaxing now that she felt confident. She let her pace grow languid, as she slowed down and ate some raspberries growing off a vine, then kept going, humming a little tune as she ate them out of the palm of her hand.
Then, out of nowhere she stumbled and landed over top something solid, grunting.
Chi-Chi pushed herself onto her palms.
"Ouch... guess I should watch my step better " She muttered, then sat up and brushed off her palms, seeing that the raspberries had smashed when she fell, and her palms were both covered in red liquid.
"That's odd..." She murmured, then licked it. Chi-Chi paused, before gulping. Her eyes widened as she recognized the sweetish-salty flavor of blood... Saiyan blood, like Goku's... Chi-Chi shuddered, staring at her hands, then down. She let out a blood-curdling scream when she finally saw.
"GOHAN!!!"
Gohan, her son. Her baby. He was lying on the ground, his neck twisted around at an unnatural angle, with spikes of his spinal column poking out through his skin in bloody spires. She trembled violently at the sight, as she looked to see his open eyes, that had become milky over his normally onyx irises.
"No... he couldn't be! This is a dream!" She gasped, and attempted to turn his head back, which it did, with a sickening crunch.
"Owwie... Mommy, not so hard!" He whined, wincing from the movement just like when she would bandage up his bloody knee-caps, when he was just a little baby and would crawl so fast his knees would get rug burned.
"Oh Gohan! Y-you're ok!" She gulped, watching nervously as he craned his neck around and groaned.
"It hurts... I fell down the mountain..." He gurgled, and spit out a wad of dark maroon blood.
"I know!" She exclaimed, and reached for the tiny pouch in her pocket.
"Here! Take this!" Chi-Chi said urgently, and pushed the senzu bean between his lips. Gohan squeezed his eyes shut and ground it between his teeth, and after a few crunches, he swallowed it and gulped. Chi-Chi looked on with a hopeful gleam in her eyes as there was a dull grinding sound and then his neck began to heal itself, his eyes became dark and glassy once again as the spark of life returned. Gohan blinked a few times, then felt his neck with one hand and swallowed to test it.
"How does it feel?" Chi-Chi asked, as Gohan got to his knees and moved his head side to side. He was still the little boy she remembered, in a green and yellow outfit, with his spiky, short hair pulled back into a messy ponytail.
Gohan stood at last and wrapped his arms around her leg, squeezing tightly.
"Oh, Mommy I was so scared! I thought I was dead for sure! Everything was black for a really long time, then you showed up and I woke up!" He said in a frantic voice, much like how Chi-Chi got when she was frightened.
"It's ok. Shh. We're together now, there's nothing to fear." She whispered, and held his little hand as they walked away from the bloody grass.
The tree toppled over onto its side with a large, resonating boom that shook the ground as Bulma ran outside and stumbled, knocked off balance by the hard shake. She shielded her hand over her eyes, blinded by the bright ring of light from the eclipse, then a bright lavender beam that pulverized another tree in it's wake.
"Hey! Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, and ran over, before the next tree fell and shook the ground. She fell, crying out helplessly as he couldn't hear her cry with the hum of energy ringing out around him; Vegeta screamed and his ki burst out around him in a throbbing aura, as he squeezed his eyes shut.
He felt pained. No, envious?
Raditz. He should be dead right now, instead, he is basking in the afterglow of consummating his mating duties. With a half-saiyan female, nonetheless. The last female saiyan able to bear my heir, but her scent repulses me. Not like Bulma.
Vegeta surged his energy out even farther, the illumination was dazzling as Bulma managed to lift her eyes and squint to see the form that fluttered; became lost within the writhing energy.
"Vegeta!" She cried, and dragged herself just a little farther, clenching her teeth together as she felt the rawness of her knees scraping against the gravel walk way in front of the entrance. He had aimed his beam towards the trees surrounding Capsule Corporation, making precise hits that struck the most sensitive area of the tree and cut it cleanly in half.
Vegeta closed his eyes and basked in the heat of his own energy, the whipping and crackling of ki in his ears deafening all noise around him, sending him into that higher state of being that he always felt when he was killing; he was perfection. A shameless mass murderer, he revelled in the memory of all the deaths he had caused, the vast amount that made him a worthy purge-machine. An instrument of death and destruction.
Raditz and Nappa had their share of murders, yes. They had cleared multitudes of planets on their own, of course. But Vegeta had always been Frieza's secret weapon. There were even times he sent him out alone, and Raditz and Nappa were left to wait for further instructions, perhaps even to wait after Vegeta had finished to clean up the mess.
Vegeta smiled bitterly as he sighed and allowed his body to swallow his ki, by consuming it back inside himself he became even stronger. Many warriors let it burst out around them flashily; thinking that was the last stage in powering up; but to swallow it back inside took an immense amount of control, it took a great amount of willpower and strength to withstand the pain of your own ki frying your veins, cooking your skin from the inside out. But Vegeta did not show any sign that he was hurt as the aura sunk in and he lowered his face.
Bulma. He remembered Bulma. That's what stopped him from self-imploding. Vegeta knew that he could do it at anytime he wished, to sink that power back in and surge it outward so that it would attack his own body, it would be a very painful, but quick death. He'd considered it many times. It always stayed on the back burner of his mind, and when he was faced with immense difficulty it seemed to show itself and tempt him. Even at times when all was peaceful, it was just there. The soothing, nagging thought.
But, Bulma. She was his ward. Well--no, not anymore. He had been released from his duty once he admitted he knew she wasn't royalty. But in truth, he'd known for some time. It didn't bother him at all that the woman had lied. In fact, it amused him to no end how her eyes lit up once he called her 'Princess'. He could tell that sparked something in her, she enjoyed the idea of others being subservient to her, just as Vegeta enjoyed hearing others call him 'Prince'. They were very similar in that regard. And that's what was so fun about playing cat and mouse with the silly female. He wanted to dominate her, and she wanted to be pleased, but wouldn't allow him to unless it was on her terms. It was a thrilling concept, knowing the woman could at one moment be submissive, then turn and become aggressive at any time. He smirked as he raised one hand and touched the hickey on his neck.
Yes, she was a worthy female. He would thoroughly enjoy making her his, and he didn't particularly care how long it took, or how difficult it was to get there. He was enjoying the thrill of the hunt, the chase. Vegeta provoked her purposely, waiting for the moment her anger would spark in her eyes and she would lash out at him. In some deep, dark crevasse of his mind he secretly desired for her to dominate him, as well.
The desire to find a strong enough female to challenge him back; to be dominated himself was a primal urge that was deeply ingrained into each Saiyan male. Some may never speak of it, or ever even get to experience it for themselves now that their race was extinct, but he was sure that Nappa, Raditz, and even that fool Kakarrot subconsciously enjoyed when a female dared to challenge them.
He allowed a deep rumbling purr to shake out from his chest and opened his eyes, licking his lips as the crimson color of his heat bloomed beneath his eyes.
"Vegeta!" Bulma cried out once more, this time much weaker, and he at last heard her and turned quickly to see Bulma reaching for his ankle, then her head drooped. He dropped to his knees instantly, looking her up and down in a panicked fervor. He could smell her blood, as he rolled her over and his shadow fell over her. Bulma looked up at him and smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, but all he could focus on was her bloody knees.
He surged forward to assist her but Bulma stopped him, when her finger traced over the hickey on his neck and she giggled, satisfied that she had left a good mark on him. It was dark purple, and not small by any means as she gave it a small tweak with her finger tips and watched the purple skin turn white, then the blood filled his skin again and he shuddered. Vegeta glared down at her, biting the inside of his cheek as Bulma retracted her hand and curled it to her chest quickly as if fearing he would punish her. He chuckled softly, he loved how Bulma knew that he was a powerful force not to be messed with. In that way, the woman was showing her respect and admiration in a way that perhaps she was not even aware of.
In a wolf pack; the female desiring to be mated would show her submission to only the alpha male, by showing her fear, she acknowledged that she was well-aware of his ability to kill her. The she-wolf would lie beneath him with her throat exposed, telling him that she was not a challenge. He was aware by this action, that he could kill her at anytime if he so wished. To some, it may seem odd that the female is placing herself at the jaws of death, but in truth, this only makes her brave.
Bulma looked up to him, her mouth parting as she saw his eyes flash crimson and lilac, then back to black as he gazed at her as if she were the most beautiful woman on earth, with that strange blush underneath his eyes that was strangely erotic. She diverted her eyes a moment, then turned her head and showed him her open throat. Vegeta's heart raced wildly in his chest as he looked at her throat, and saw a thin blue vein showing from beneath her pale skin.
"I'm sorry. You were right. I can make a birth pod for Launch if you want, just show me how to make one and we can convince her to--"
"Shut up. Stop saying you're sorry." Vegeta snapped at her, and her eyes darted back at him in surprise.
"What...?" She whispered, and he smiled down at her, stroking his hands down her arms where they were laced around his neck, her fingers nestled in his hair.
"A Princess does not apologize for herself. I want you to stop thinking that you must apologize to me, to thank me for each time I have protected you. I did that out of my own generosity. I never asked you to thank me, though I appreciate the thought. I'm tired of being always bowed to and never challenged. Bulma." Vegeta whispered, and placed his hands on either side of her face to look into her eyes.
"Oh... Ok. Um.." She murmured, tucking in her chin shyly as she bit her lower lip.
"It was a kind thing for you to say. To be so considerate even though you don't really like Raditz. You still wanted to let them know they had an option, to ensure their baby was safe. Were all Saiyans born in pods...?" She wondered aloud, and Vegeta found himself answering quickly with no hesitation.
"Yes. It was more suitable for female fighters. As well as the child. A Saiyan child requires a great amount of nutrients, and it was not feasible for a woman to weaken herself to bear a child, when she could be out in the field. So we created birth pods that supplemented them with twice the nutrients." He explained quickly, shaking his head once with the urge to change subjects. Bulma seemed distracted as well, as she seemed to be only watching his mouth move, carefully stroking her fingers through his hair so gently that it made him purr. Vegeta closed his eyes and leaned down closer, so that Bulma was granted full access to his mane.
"Wow.. your hair is much different than mine. It feels funny!" She giggled, clutching spikes of hair in her hands and pulling slightly. He grunted in response, a small smile playing on his lips.
Vegeta reached down and played with one loose lock of her hair, and held it to his cheek, closing his eyes and taking in the scent deeply.
"Yours is so soft, a woman should have soft hair." He said, and allowed it to drop, instead stroking her cheek. Bulma's cheek felt warm in his palm as he stroked it, and reddened in response to his words.
"Vegeta. Come here, now." She said, and pulled him down forcefully by his hair to kiss her, planting her lips on his and fervently kissing him, fisting her hands in his hair then dragging her nails down his neck. Vegeta growled at her, as he hardened his features and his mouth was a flat line, clenching his teeth together tightly as he resisted the urge to mark her in response. Bulma paused and looked up, releasing her grip to stroke her hand down his sweating temple.
"Why are you so hot? Are you ok?" She asked, and his teeth trembled in his gums as he resisted the urge to chatter them. He was sweating out his old cells, and new ones were being built with each time he fell into another spell of heat sickness. He knew what was happening to his body, but he resisted it. The only way that his rut would end, was by mating. Then he could achieve his fully grown state. Bulma could not know. She would think he was making excuses to get into her bed, or worse, begging her to relieve the pain.
"Come on, I have a fun idea for how we can cool off!" She said, snickering, before pulling him down once more to kiss her.
"But, your knees." He was able to stutter out quickly, remembering the whole reason he had knelt down before she made him forget with her kiss.
"Oh, my knees?" She said, and lifted her legs to look at them, the blood trickling up her thighs. Tiny bits of rock had lodged onto her skin and scraped her knees raw.
"Stop looking, let me." He said quickly, and moved down to her side to inspect her, quickly plucking the small bits of rock out.
He heard Bulma sigh and felt satisfied as her body relaxed from his touch, closing her eyes and resting her head in the grass as she peered at the Eclipse from slitted eyes.
"The Eclipse is pretty, isn't it Vegeta?" She said wistfully, and he grunted in agreement, "Ow!" She yelped, as he pulled a deeply wedged piece of gravel out.
"Shh. Do you want to know what is prettier than an Eclipse...?" He said gruffly, as he squeezed her skin in order to remove the last bits of dirt and gravel. Bulma began to whimper, then he growled sharply at her in warning.
"Ok! Yes, tell me...Vegeta, it hurts!" She cried out, then bit her lip to stifle her whimper. She wanted to be strong in front of Vegeta, he must have thought she was a crybaby for how much she was crying over two scraped knees.
He would never cry. He's so strong, he gives me strength.
Bulma smiled, then nodded for him to continue.
"My planet was very 'beautiful', as you say. 'pretty'. The grass was violet, the sky crimson. Our kingdom stood proud before the bright red sky, ivory." He said in a gruff whisper, as he squeezed hard enough to see the last remaining pebble come to a head.
"Larger than any buildings on Earth. Our castle was massive. Grand. But you know what was the most pretty?" He said, and looked up at her a moment. He saw tears brimming in her eyes and looked away again, quickly.
"My mother. She was beautiful. Saerasamour. That was how you said it in Saiyan. Or pretty--belayna. But that wasn't quite the word to describe Queen Vasenya. My mother was lovely. Rasesput. Love. Rases." He squeezed harder and the pebble nearly surfaced, before sinking down again. He looked to Bulma and smiled as her hand was over her mouth, her eyes, sparkling.
This was what she had wanted to know, before when she asked him at dinner, but he wasn't ready to tell her. He wasn't yet ready to admit... That Bulma was special enough to him be privy to such sensitive information.
"My mother, Vasenya was so highly sought after, that many men died in order to take her hand. In tradition, suitors fought for the hand of the queen. My father was already Crown Prince before he took her hand in marriage. Yes, in our society; the only Saiyans that married were the King and Queen.
So, he fought all the other suitors until he was the only one remaining. That was the sport of the game; it was simply our way. He didn't have to fight for her hand. He wanted to.
Lower Class Saiyans like Raditz only mated. Mating, then Marriage was a sacred rite only done in secret. By Royals only." He smirked, as the pebble came forward again and he plucked it out deftly, then lowered his face and sucked the blood out quickly from the wound.
"Wow, how romantic...! So, marriage was a very special thing for your people. People here get married all the time..." She said, her words drifting off, and by the wonderous tone in her voice, she was fully distracted by his story.
"Yes. It was." He said, then spat dirt onto the ground, before lathing her skin with his tongue to clean it. He licked the blood quickly from her thigh, then felt her shiver in response. Then, Vegeta moved onto her other knee and began doing the same.
"But, we're getting off topic. I'll tell you, what exactly was prettier than the Eclipse. My mother was beautiful, but she was cruel. I suppose that made her even more attractive to my father." He chuckled, digging rocks out with his nails as Bulma grimaced.
"She wore her mane in a different way everyday. Sometimes it was braided, othertimes it was so intricately wound it was like a maze of black, twisted ropes. She decorated it with fragile little chains of silver, and dewdrops of Redonite gems.
But I think my father liked it the best, when it hung down to her waist, wildly. That was very pretty, to him." He said, then popped out another pebble. Bulma hissed, biting her lip to stifle her moans. Vegeta took a deep exhale and began removing the dirt now, and continued.
"But, what I thought pretty was her dress. Deep blue. Indigo, with embroidered blood flowers. They were truly, the color of fresh blood. Blood flowers had a dewy center that oozed with the rich, cloying scent of blood. That was why we loved them, some Saiyans were fool to enough to eat them, and found out quickly how the artificial blood was a deadly toxin that made their skin turn purple and burst moments after ingesting it." He said quickly, then licked.
Bulma pouted, "Vegeta, you still haven't told me what was more pretty than the Eclipse!" She said with an irritated huff, and he eyed her, winking so quickly that she almost missed it. Bulma was silenced.
"Alright, since you insist." He whispered, then licked again, and watched how her skin slowly began to heal. His saliva had healing properties; and clearly those applied to human skin as well as Bulma looked down at her knees and touched them, amazed. Vegeta hung his head a moment and panted, sweat dripping from his nose and onto the ground as the taste of her blood only intensified his pain.
"Here, tell me in the pool!" Bulma said excitedly, pulling on his arm as she stood with renewed energy, her kneecaps only slightly pink now as they healed. He nodded, following behind as they walked to the backyard, and the swimming pool sparkled beneath the light of the Eclipse; one could truly view it without damaging their eyes, if they looked only upon the glittering surface of the seemingly deep, purple-black depths.
Vegeta stood with one hand over his eyes, rubbing at the rash under his eyes as Bulma undressed. He didn't even see as she stripped down to her black lace bra and panties, her long azure locks, like dark lavender in the darkness as she plunged in. He opened his eyes and looked down, as she surfaced and smiled at him.
"Get undressed, Shakespeare." She giggled, and then dipped down in the water like a sea nymph. He looked down and began stripping, removing his boots and jeans, then his white shirt until he was left in his black boxer shorts. Vegeta stepped through the grass, looking down as the green grass between his toes seemed blue; and for a moment all seemed alien, as his vision swum and he could have sworn he was back on Planet Frieza. That's what the blue grass and black sky reminded him of, for just a fleeting moment; before there was a break in the silence and Bulma giggled.
"Don't just tease me, handsome. Why don't you come join me, or are you afraid to get wet...?" She said, in a silky voice that tugged at his loins as he snapped his neck up and met her gaze. The woman's eyelids lowered appreciatively as she fearlessly gazed up and down his body, and blatantly admired the semi-aroused state that he was in, visible beneath the tight cotton material. Vegeta smirked and walked closer, before jumping in the pool and diving down beneath her, as he heard her react with a playful scream.
He opened his eyes beneath the cold, invigorating water and swam around in circles before resurfacing and lacing his arms around her waist. Bulma laughed and squirmed around coquettishly, turning her face to look at him as he rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Hmm?" She hummed knowingly, but he wouldn't give her that satisfaction just yet, as his tail swished around in the water and wrapped around her leg sneakily. Bulma gasped in reaction, before shivering from his touch. His body was so warm that that cold pool water simply evaporated off of him, as Vegeta purred into the hollow of her throat.
"Hn. So where were we? Oh yes, you wanted to know what is more beautiful than the Eclipse, my mother, or you...?" He said teasingly, and chuckled easily when she gave him an astonished expression and slapped at the strong arms encasing her waist.
"I couldn't ask that!" She said, and he nodded, accepting her response. Any person that denied the Queen's beauty would be executed, and Bulma answered wisely as he moved to whisper in her ear, his hands slowly moving to caress her flat tummy as he gently sucked her earlobe in between his lips.
"No, what I found the most beautiful was the Xenoba trees. Their bark was dark emerald, with red sap, as was common. All water on our planet was red. But that was not what was the most beautiful. What I found to truly depict saerasamour, was its blossom. Azure. With the luscious scent of your favorite, strawberries." He rasped in her ear, then felt her shudder in response as he nibbled on her velvety lobe.
Bulma tilted her head back and blinked, wrapping one hand around to stroke through his hair.
"Mmm... they sound very beautiful." She whispered, as his tail uncoiled from her leg and tickled around the back of her thigh. Vegeta breathed a hot breath onto her throat and trailed his tongue down her throat before kissing her collarbone.
"Yes. They were. Just like you." He said huskily, as he was becoming overcome with his desire for her, as that luscious sweet scent began to dapple her skin in tiny beads of pheromone, which he licked up quickly from her chest and decolletage as he moved to get better access. Bulma giggled and laced her fingers in his hair, her legs fluttering in the water as he stood on the more shallow pool surface and she floated.
"Did I remind you of your home, when you first saw me? Is that why you saved me?"
"Yes." He responded gruffly, filling his mouth with her lace covered breast, disregarding the taste of pool water and only tasting her. Bulma moaned softly in response and crushed her breasts around his face, and she shuddered, as he was coyly nipping the flesh then taking large mouthfuls and sucking, before digging his nails into the lace in order to tear it off.
"Wait. I want to keep this bra." She said, and he pulled back, startled as she unclipped it and tossed it into the grass so that he could fully admire her breasts. Vegeta gulped as he stared down, and Bulma pushed his head back down. He pressed his face into her soft skin and rumbled, feeling himself growing persistently aroused by her vulgar motions.
"Mm, suck it like before.." She murmured, and he looked up quickly to see her blue eyes filled with lust, and did so, sucking hard on her flesh and squeezing her breasts experimentally in his hands. It was his first time ever touching a woman's breasts, and just this was almost enough to make him expode. Vegeta took a deep breath and tampered his lust, instead focusing on her pleasure as he began to suckle and squeeze her more gently, and stroked his tail between her legs, panting as he felt the same sensations from his tail in his loins.
Bulma raked her hands across his back and felt the divots and hard bulges of muscle, the jagged lines of scars that went horizontally across his back, as she realized with growing concern as she felt them, then he growled into her breast and bucked his hips against her.
"Stop exploring there. Those are old wounds, they no longer hurt." He said gruffly, and flipped her over onto the deck, so that he was half in the water as he slowly lowered her head with his hand beneath it for support. Bulma was quiet, only panting heavily as their eyes met and he blinked hard, then she nodded.
She knew that he would tell her when the time came, right now, his hands were stroking across the border of her black lace panties, then stroking the cleft in the middle where the fabric was wedged. She moaned, arching her back as her wet breasts gleamed under the sunlight and provoked him again to surround her areola with his lips and suck, making her hips grind against his abdomen, writhing with her anticipation.
"Vegeta, stop teasing me! I'm ready." She breathed, and his eyes widened on her as he looked up from her chest. Bulma's chest heaved, then she smiled down at him.
"Prince." She whispered, and he purred in response.
"As you wish, Princess.."
A/N: Hmm, think that's a good place to leave it? *Snickers*
We will catch up to Vegeta, Bulma and the other Saiyans and Vulcane the next chapter. I will try and condense the battle scene into that chapter, that's why there was no update on the battle-- it will not start til next chapter.
No worries! :) Oh and pretty please do leave Reviews! I want to hear from anyone who has been reading along this whole time, were you surprised by Launch's transformation? What are your predictions for the upcoming battle? What do you want/expect to happen? Sound off in the reviews!