Thanks to Torasuki for beta'ing. This is to my onna's Tora, Lina, EOC & KamiSami!
The One
Almost fourteen years later…
"Ouja-sama, I don't understand! Why do you insist on these," Hiryu's nose wrinkles in disgust, "meditative retreats during the Mangetsu Festivals? It's a celebration of life for our people."
"You're getting old Hiryu. You would think that after all these years you would understand me. You must be losing your memory if you forgot my reasons." Vegeta snorts.
"You are also getting old Ouja-sama, Vegeta please, you need an heir. The council is getting worried. They respect your strength and expect any sons you have to also have the same strength. The woman are fighting over who will give you your first son, they all want to give birth to a Super Saiya-jin child."
Vegeta snorts and turns away from Hiyru, silent for a moment. "I don't care what the council says, I'll choose if and when I take a mate. I won't let hormones decide."
"But Vegeta-sama…" Hiyru entreats.
"ENOUGH!" Vegeta roars. "This conversation is at an end. I will depart immediately and will be back in four days. Enjoy the festival." He turns, leaving Hiyru to stare at his departing back.
"The council is not going to like this." Hiyru mumbles walking off to the council chambers, which consist of seven council members (who were once the regional chieftains before Vegeta declared himself king). In a rare, smart move for a Saiya-jin, Vegeta knew that the Saiya-jin living in the areas that had chieftains already would not just submit to his rule, so he offered them positions on his council that would still give them a semblance of power. However, he stressed that the position was not hereditary.
Hiryu enters the council chambers with great reluctance and faces the seven Saiya-jin males that are sitting there. Almost past their prime, they sit at a large wooden table that bears many scars and marks on it, reminiscing of past battles.
The largest of the men look up and call out in a booming voice. "Hiryu! Old man! Come sit with us and join in our tales. I'm sure you have many since you fought with Vegeta from the beginning."
Hiryu snorts at being called an old man. "Jouza, who you calling an old man? You are more than two decades older than me."
Jouza's laughter booms out across the room, the other six chieftains join in. Abruptly Jouza stops his laughing and glares down at Hiryu. "I take it your talk with the Ouja-sama didn't go as planned?"
"Well, I told him your position and wishes, and um, he didn't really outright say no." Hiryu scrambles to tell him.
Jouza pulls Hiryu into a bear hug in his side and turns to his peers. "It seems we have to take matters in our own hands. Vegeta-sama needs an heir and it's been fourteen years since he took the throne. We cannot entrust it in his own hands to provide. We can forgo the life mate but he needs an heir." The others nod in agreement.
"What?" Hiryu looks at them confused, "What do you mean?"
"Has the selection been made Gu?" Jouza asks a tall, thin, balding Saiya-jin whose nose has seen the end of many fists.
Gu stands up and nods. "Yes Jouza, she comes for a good background of very fertile females who give birth easily. There is usually only one female born in a broad of males."
Jouza snorts, "She better not birth any females, at least not the first few." He pauses, and then continues. " Very well, set things into motion. By the next full moon we shall be knee deep in heirs!" Jouza raises his mug, amber liquid sloshing over the sides, "Kanpai!" The others echo his toast and chug down their drinks.
"Jouza, how are you going to find Vegeta-sama?" Hiyru asks.
Jouza waves a hand dismissivily. "We've always known where he went but respected his decision to be left alone."
"That one is a loner he is." A voice calls out; the others nod their head in agreement.
Another male says, "Ain't anything wrong with a mate, especially on a cold night if you know what I mean." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yea! And we're not talking about body heat here, though a lot gets generated." Gu says.
"Gu you wouldn't know anything about that. You wouldn't know a female from a male if a female didn't have breasts." Red starts to seep up Gu's neck and up to his face. The other males laugh at him.
"Shut up Nomi! I'll have you know I have six boys and three girls. While all you've managed to produce are girls!"
"Females do have some small worth. They are good for family allegiances and wealth. Just sell them to the highest bidders." Nomi retorts. "At least I can have more brats, you're last mission left you, how shall I say this, unable to perform. It's surprising that your mate stays with you and not out looking for another strong male." His chest puffs out. "I'll take her! She's a nice piece of fluff."
"Why you baka!" Gu growls and jumps over the table tackling Nomi, fists and feet flying as Gu beats on Nomi. Nomi, being no slouch himself returns fist for fist, holding his own. The men save their mugs of alcohol and cheer the two on, kicking at them if they roll to close.
Unseen by the others Jouza nods to a guard, indicating to proceed with the plan. The guard bows and departs to carry out his lords orders.
Vegeta flies in with a beast flung over his shoulder. The weight and size of it doesn't even bother him as he lands on the ledge of the cliff and surveys his surroundings. He has chosen this place for its uninhabitability in an already uninhabitable land. He stands several hundred feet above the surface, rocky outcrops as far as the eye can see. The ledge he stands on is several feet in diameter, before entering one of the many hundred caves that riddle this cliff.
Glancing up at the sky he moves quickly, already sensing the approaching moon. He drags the huge beast in the tunnel that lasts approximately a mile into the main cave, piling it with several others, and nodding in satisfaction that it will last him the three days he will be in the cave. Turning around he raises a hand and releases a small blast of golden ki down the tunnel, causing the entrance to collapse half way down the tunnel. Breathing heavily, (thinking he closed himself out from the rest of the world just in time), he turns around sharply at a quiet gasp. He looks around the cave to see what shadow the person who released that sound could hide; he scans the small ledges that hang several feet from the floor of the cave. A sound is heard in the far corner of the cave in the pile of furs he had thrown down for his bedding. Walking over to it, he throws off the top fur to expose a body huddled underneath.
"Please don't hurt me ouja-sama!" A young girl cries out.
"What are you doing here?" He growls, his nostrils flare as catches her scent.
She looks up shyly through her unruly locks and stands up, her dress, which was ill fitting in the first place, slides down her shoulder to catch right above her breasts. She smiles where she hears his breathing increase; she knows it's hard for a male to resist a female in heat. That was one of the reasons why the council choose her, she's the only female out a family of males. She is still young, and the most important thing that is the key, being in heat at the right time.
A male cannot resist the pheromones the female gives off, and as much as the Saiya-jin no Ouja will try, he cannot resist her no matter how much control he claims to have. She walks up to him and quickly hides a smirk as he stumbles back away from her. She continues to walk up to him until she has him backed into a wall. She raises a hand and places it on his chest.
"Your heart is beating so quickly ouja-sama, why is that? Am I doing something that…offends you?" She asks.
"Iie, it's just that," Vegeta trails off, and as she closes her eyes and leans in inhaling his scent, he shudders in excitement.
"Just that what?" She rubs up against him.
"Nothing important." He growls in defeat, grabbing the front of her dress and ripping down, tearing the dress off her. She stands there naked; small, but full breasts move rapidly with each breath as her own excitement increases, her nipples hard and pert from the cooling air. Her tail lashes behind her in a fanning motion as it instinctively spreads her pheromones around them.
He grabs her, brings her close to him, and closes his eyes as he breathes deeply to take in her scent. Growling, he leans in and nuzzles his way across her chin to her ear. "Who sent you?" He asks, and then gives a sharp nip to her earlobe.
"Does it matter?" She hisses at the sensation of his sharp canines, roaming her hands over his shoulder. "I'm here now." She pulls his shirt off and purrs in appreciation at his broad chest and washboard abs. Lightly, she runs her fingers over his rippling muscles and chuckles when he sucks them in with a gasp.
He leans back and gives her a feral grin, "Yes, you are." Leaning down he places his mouth over her right breast, suckling hard as his right hand kneads her left breast. She throws her head back moaning, and running her right hand down his back, she traces his spine down to the base of his tale. Grasping it gently, she strokes down its length, enjoying the shivers of the hard body against hers. With a soft growl, he swings her up in his arms and lays her down on the furs she was hiding under. With impatient hands, he hurriedly pushes off his suddenly constraining clothes, batting away small female hands even though he knows in the back of his mind that they will help him.
Giggles, and then moans of pleasure drift up from the furs, the occupants never seeing the other set of eyes glaring down at them from a ledge up above.
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