The air
was chilly against their skin, but it made no difference to them. The wind blew through Ikira's hair, whipping
it behind her like an additional tail. King Vegeta's hair, on the other hand, remained flame like and in place as
they flew over the countryside.
"Where does the bakayarou live
now?" Vegeta demanded.
"The prince lives on the outskirts
of a major city in the northwest quadrant. I have been surveilling him for quite some time before you came, My
King," She looked at him from the
corner of her eye to see Vegeta's frown deepen.
"And of his spawn and bitch? What of
them?"
"His mate, although pathetic and
human, is considered almost beautiful by most who know her…." Vegeta snorted at this. "Perhaps that is the only reason he has
mated to her. Or maybe out of
pity. His children are two, a male and
female, the male being the eldest. He
often trains with his father for periods of time, and shows great
potential." A grunt from Vegeta was his
reply. "I know not much about the
female child, except that she takes after the mother and has not had the chance
to explore her full capability yet." King Vegeta mulled over this for a few moments as he stared in front of
him, his crimson cape flapping behind him. "You have a secure place to stay?"
"Yes, m'lord. Secure enough to handle the Prince if need
be." Vegeta grunted in satisfaction.
"Very
good, very good…." He said under his breath as Capsule Corp. came into sight.
"Vegeta? What's the matter?" Bulma asked as she saw her mate a few steps
away from the bed, looking at her strangely. She sat up on her elbows and gave him a questioning look. "What??"
"What the
hell is that? Are you sick with worms
or something?" Vegeta replied as he pointed to Bulma's general lower half. Perplexed, she looked to where he was
pointing, and started to laugh. Vegeta's frown grew deeper as Bulma threw a hand over her face and
bellowed out laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?? What IS that??" he demanded. When her laughter subsided a little, she
wiped the tears of mirth away from her eyes. "I'm gathering that female Saiyajins didn't use tampons, eh?" At his still frowning scowl, she chuckled
and brought him back to the bed. "Now
where were we? Oh yes, I was doing this…" she said as she pressed on the base
of his spine where his tail had been connected. He purred deep in his throat as an electric burst of pleasure
tore up his spine. He wrapped himself
around her with his arms and growled into her ear. "You're playing with fire, woman…you could ge…"
"Get burnt?" she asked. "My dear Vegeta," She wrapped her legs around his bare
waist. "That only…" She nudged his tip inside her. "Makes it…" She seductively growled in his ear. "Hotter." And pushed him all the
way in.
"What is
the plan, m'lord?" Ikira asked as they landed softly a few hundred meters from
the main capsule house.
"We
shall wait until they are sleep. It
will be easier to take them then." Ikira nodded her head and turned to look at Capsule Corp.
They both
lay exhausted in each other's arms, as both drifted between the dream and the
real world. The sound of breaking glass
of the balcony door caused Vegeta to power up on instinct. Two figures stood silent and still in front
of the broken door. Kill the enemy
first and asked questions later was his philosophy. Bulma screamed and fell off on the other side of the bed, where
she peeked over the top. That figure. It seemed so familiar. He powered up a little to cast some light
into the room, and nearly passed out in shock. That was why it was so familiar…
"Father…"
he whispered roughly.