Chapter Forty: Vegeta and Diamonique

Planet Calmag, one thousand miles away from Magan

Three small ships that were not the same as the Saiyan pods were now
resting among the Calmagian Mountains of Ensley, a vast mountain range. The
ships were shiny metal and conical shaped, and one ship had brought Zarbon's
team here, and the other ship had Vegeta's team. The third ship held Balair and
Dodoria's team. They had decided to split up tomorrow and not wait for the
fourth and fifth teams, which would have the Ginyu Force and the low-levels.
Tonight, they were camping in the mountains, awaiting further instructions from
Frieza.

And one mile away from the other Elite fighters, were a young
humanoid couple who had excused themselves, presumably to scout the area for
trouble, but everyone knew better, for the two involved were from different
teams. This couple was now lying side by side in a cave that the young man had
found. His long, furry tail brushed against his partner's slender
peaches-and-ice thigh.

"Mmmm," Diamonique purred happily, as she ran her deadly diamond
nails along Prince Vegeta's bare, muscular chest. "You're like a fine wine; you
get better with time!" They had just finished mating, and they were ready to go
for another round. Both of them were completely nude.

Vegeta chuckled wickedly. He didn't care about Diamonique much, but
she knew how to please him. He bit her shoulder hard and licked where he had
bitten. Diamonique pressed her bluish lips to Vegeta's mouth and slipped her
whitish tongue inside his mouth, savoring the flavor of him. She pressed
herself against him and threw a peachy-blue leg over his well-developed thigh.

"Who ever thought that a boy could please me so much!" she whispered
delightedly.

Vegeta narrowed his coal eyes slightly, and his lips twisted into a wry grin.
"I am no boy; I have been a man for a long time. You should have known that."
Diamonique giggled. "I knew that, silly little prince!" she laughed in a
throaty voice. She grinned slyly. "I wonder what your father would think of
you having a Gemstarian mate! I wouldn't be such a bad match, you know, for I
am Gemstarian nobility! I'd bear you strong sons to reign in your stead."

Vegeta was puzzled, as Diamonique rolled on top of him and thrust
her slender hands into his thick, wiry hair. She whispered in his ear, "I have
decided to take you as my mate permanently! You will become the father of my
children; my uncle, who is the King of Gemstar now, would be greatly pleased!"
She began nibbling on his collarbone and whispered, "What shall we name the
firstborn?"

Vegeta slid away from Diamonique carefully. His face was marked
with his familiar scowl, and his black eyes were dark and cold. "Diamonique, I
have no intention of taking you as my permanent mate. Have you not forgotten
that our dear Lord Frieza put on no-procreation order on all Saiyans? It
infuriates me, but until he decides otherwise, I cannot go against it."

Actually, Vegeta was really waiting until he could become stronger
than Frieza, so he could destroy him. Vegeta had no plans to take a mate and
sire children anytime soon, even with Frieza's no-procreation order, which
Frieza put on some of the more powerful fighters that could create stronger
children than him. Raditz and Journa (who were still secretly meeting, despite
Vegeta's orders) had been angered that Frieza could decide whether or not they
could have children, not that Journa would have consented to have a child
anyway, for she had vowed that no "brat" of hers would ever work for Frieza.

"And what would be wrong with me as a permanent mate?" Diamonique
asked edgily. "We would be perfect for each other. It is not like there are
any female Saiyans left alive that you could mate with anyway, unless you plan
to take your own sister as your woman."

Vegeta snarled at such an idea. He told Diamonique icily, "Saiyans do not
commit incest. Neither Nappa nor Raditz are particularly worthy of her as her
mate, but I'd rather have her be with at least Nappa. As for you and I, we are
only lovers, not mates; it is not the same thing, for we do not share any bond.
You knew that when we had started mating with each other that there would be
nothing more than that."

Diamonique was normally not one to beg, but her lust for her young
Saiyan lover was starting to become something more, and she wanted Vegeta to be
the father of her children. A Prince from any strong race would bring much
status and rank to any Gemstarian woman. The last time she had visited her home
planet of Gemstar, her uncle had hinted that it was time for Diamonique to take
a husband and have children. Diamonique knew that he was right, for Gemstarian
women could only have children up until their late thirties, and most
Gemstarians only lived into their fifties. The Gemstarians were not a
long-lived race, despite their powers. Diamonique was considered too old for a
mate now by many Gemstarian men; most Gemstarian females married when they
between the ages of twelve and eighteen years old. Most Gemstarian men also
considered Eclipse too old, and Mahogany was only eighteen, but already her
chances of taking a mate were becoming slim, despite her great beauty and
intelligence. Mahogany and Eclipse had signed the usual three-year contracts
with the Ginyu Force, but their contracts would soon expire, and Mahogany knew
that if she wanted a husband, she could not sign up for another three-year term.
Eclipse and Mahogany knew that their Ginyu Girl roles brought them great status
and power among the Gemstarians, and that they would have to use that advantage
to increase their somewhat slimmer chances of obtaining a husband.

Anyone working for Lord Frieza automatically had enormous esteem and
respect among the Gemstarian people, and many Gemstarian women aspired to become
Ginyu Girls or possibly even warriors. Gemstarian men who served Lord Frieza
were held in high regard, and they were greatly sought after as mates.

Diamonique knew that her time was running out, and her biological
clock was ticking. She had to take a mate soon, and although there were still
some Gemstarian men who would marry her because of her position as one of
Frieza's Top Elite officers, she preferred young Vegeta because of his royal
status. Gemstar had once been an ally of planet Vegeta, and before planet
Vegeta's demise, the Saiyan king had been talking about encouraging Saiyans and
Gemstarians to interbreed with each other. The Gemstarian king had been quite
welcome to this, as there were an enormous surplus of Gemstarian women for
Saiyan men to have as their mates. The Saiyans, however, had been hesitant
about that because they normally preferred to take Astorian women, if they had
to mate outside of their race. Astorian women were favored over Gemstarian
women as mates for Saiyans because of their longevity, strength, power, and
reputation for producing strong warrior children. In comparison, Gemstarian
women were short-lived, a great disadvantage for a Saiyan, who could live up to
be two hundred years old.

But Diamonique was descended from the strongest class of
Gemstarians, the Diamondian Tribe, the Elite class of the race, the nobility and
royalty combined in one group. The Diamondians were the longest-lived,
strongest, and most powerful of the Gemstarian race. Eclipse and Mahogany were
also considered Diamondians, despite their mixed blood. Twenty years ago,
Mahogany's father, who was a powerful Diamondian warrior, had captured a small
Calmagian ship the size of a Saiyan pod. This pod had contained one of Queen
Kildara of Calmag's young Astorian maids, who had become so homesick that she
had been released from her vows and sent home to Astoria. The maid, however,
had never made it home to Astoria, nor did she ever see her home planet again,
for Mahogany's father had taken the maid as his captive and made her his bride.
The maid, who later became Mahogany's mother, had slowly grown to love her
captor/husband, and she was now the happy mother of five half-Gemstarian,
half-Astorian children, with Mahogany being the second oldest and most petted.

Diamonique thought that Vegeta was foolish to turn her down and that
her noble blood should be reason enough alone for him to take her as his
permanent mate. "Vegeta," she told the young prince patiently, as if he were a
child, "I am of noble blood, of Elite class status, of the strongest Gemstarian
race, and that alone should be a good reason for you to take me as your mate.
We are perfect for each other, and I know that, as a Saiyan of the Elite class,
you can give me strong children who will become warriors. My uncle would be
greatly pleased to have the Prince of all Saiyans marry into the Diamondian
tribe of Gemstar. I want you to marry me, Prince, and come home with me to
Gemstar next month."

Vegeta looked at Diamonique, as if she were insane. "Diamonique, I
am not interested in you as a wife or mate, and I do not wish to have children
with you. We do not have the bond required to become mates, and I cannot afford
to take a mate right now anyway. I must accomplish my goals of becoming
stronger than Frieza, of becoming the strongest in the universe, and of becoming
a Super Saiyan. Those are the only things that truly matter to me, and nothing
else is important to me. We are lovers, and it will never be any more than
that," he finished, without the slightest trace of regret or apology.

Diamonique seethed, "You were just using me then, is that it?"

Vegeta snorted, "You were using me as well. You certainly had no
problems with using my young body and exuberance for your pleasure. If I had
known that you would demand more, I would not have continued coupling with you.
This is our last night together, unless you wish to drop the idea of trying to
make our mating anymore than what it truly is."

Diamonique was now furious; she had been truly hoping to take Vegeta as her
mate. She did not love him, but she thought that he would be a good, strong
partner and provider. And his title as a Prince was alone enough reason for
Diamonique to desire him. She was also obsessed with his body and his wonderful
lovemaking, which could be either extremely tender, or rough and bold. How dare
he turn her down, she, Diamonique of the Diamondian Tribe of Gemstar? There
were still many men who wanted her for a mate, even at her age, men who would do
anything to marry into the Elite Gemstarian tribe, and Vegeta had the nerve to
turn her down! She gnashed her crystal teeth together.

"You are a fool to turn me down," she told Vegeta icily.

Vegeta's scowl deepened. "Hmmph!" he snorted. He stood up, cold
and distant, and began to put his clothes and armor back on. He had enough with
Diamonique. He did not care about her, except as someone to give him pleasure.
She should have known better than to expect to be any more than that.

"Goodnight," he told her coldly, as he began to leave. Diamonique
angrily blasted a rock formation, shattering it into thousands of cold, gray
pieces. Vegeta would pay for rejecting her! She clenched her small fists,
with the deadly diamond nails piercing the flesh, making it bleed.

"Bastard monkey prince!" she whispered into the warm Calmagian
night, hating him.





"Why didn't we insist that some of the Ginyu Girls come in our ship,
instead of coming in Captain Ginyu's ship?" Dodoria whined, as the other Top
Elite officers began setting up base camp.

"'Cause Captain Ginyu, that posing fool, insisted on teaching the
Girls a new cheerleading routine before they landed on Calmag," Balair grumbled.
"I don't see what the point is of Ginyu's foolish poses! He and his men look
like clowns and pretty boys every time they perform them. One of these days,
someone is going to kill them while they play rock, paper, and scissors to
decide who gets to pose first. Idiots, all of the Ginyu Force!"

Dodoria greedily chewed on the leg of an animal that he had just killed and
roasted with a ki blast. With his mouth full, he asked, "Isn't Bhodie, your
former pupil, talking about joining the Ginyu Force?"

"Yeah," Balair admitted, "but I'm trying to talk him out of it. I'd
rather see him dead than see him become one of those dancing pretty boys in the
Ginyu Force. If he gets into the Force, I'll blast him; he's been my best
student yet, and I don't want him learning stupid poses and dances when he needs
to be killing off his opponents. You know that they now have a new guy who just
made it in, but he's a four-eyed weakling from planet Bas. What are so great
about those Basins anyway? Basins, like this Guido, are a weakling race."

Dodoria offered Balair a leg from the animal he had killed, and
Balair accepted it, chomping down on it greedily. He and Dodoria both chewed
with their mouth open, and between mouthfuls, they both belched loudly and
laughed. He and Dodoria both had the worst table manners of Frieza's Top Elite
officers, and the other Top Elite officers usually tried to avoid watching them
eat whenever possible.

"They're weak, all right," Dodoria agreed, his mouth full, "but they
have a unique talent that makes them able to take down stronger opponents.
Guido, like most Basins, can make time stop, just by holding his breath. Time
stops in the area he's in, for as long as he can hold his breath."

Balair nearly choked on his food. He spat it out and cried, "Are
you serious?"

"As Lord Frieza when he plans to blow up a planet," Dodoria
answered. "That's the only reason that Guido made it into the Ginyu Force,
other than his poses, which also impressed Ginyu. If it hadn't been for that
little talent, Ginyu would have made soufflé out of Guido." He gave Balair half
of the animal he had killed, without offering it to the other Elite officers.

Diamonique returned to the group, red-faced and angry. Balair
smirked when he saw her. "What's the matter, Diamonique? Vegeta got your tongue-or that special something between your legs?" he asked crudely.

Diamonique responded to that by decimating Balair's half of
Dodoria's prey with a single ki blast. Balair's meal was now a pile of black
ash. Balair snarled at Diamonique, "What the hell was that about?"

"None of your business!" Diamonique snapped at him.

"Temper, temper, Diamonique," Dodoria said easily, with his mouth
once again full. "No lover's spat with a Saiyan is worth ruining a good meal.
I'm sure that next week, your monkey prince will be eating out of your hands
again."

"I am through with him," Diamonique hissed. "I can do better than a
mere monkey! I am Lady Diamonique of the Diamondian Tribe of Gemstar, and I can
have anyone that I wish!"

"Except for Vegeta," Balair sneered. Diamonique shot him a look
that was powerful enough to blow up Calmag. Balair just laughed out loud,
spitting pieces of food everywhere. Diamonique looked at the Sistrai warrior
and his poor table manners in disgust.

Jaden and Chestra watched the entire scene, amused. Jaden whispered
to Chestra, "About time he dumped that twat!" She and Chestra were eating some
fish that they had caught, with Chestra eating daintily and Jaden eating
greedily. Jaden did not have Chestra's fine table manners, but hers were much
better than Dodoria's or Balair's.

Chestra looked at Jaden, amazed. "I didn't think that you were that
concerned about Vegeta's welfare," she whispered back.

"I'm not," Jaden snorted, "but I do respect the boy, and I think he
can do much better than Diamonique. Ah well, at least she's initiated him into
manhood. I'd hate to see a former pupil of mine end up eating out of
Diamonique's diamond-encrusted hands. I'd have to kill Vegeta, if he ever
thought of taking that woman to be his mate."

Chestra said quietly, "I doubt that happens. Vegeta is more
concerned with training and becoming the most powerful warrior in the universe
than he is about taking a mate. He is very handsome though, and strong and
powerful. Too arrogant and foul-tempered for me, however."

"His attitude can be amusing at times," Jaden stated. "I've had to
keep myself from laughing every time he mouths off to Frieza. I would say that
he picked it up from me, but he had that attitude long before King Vegeta and
Frieza gave him to me to train. I've known him since he was six years old, and
even then he was a conceited little snot. But then you have to admire someone
who can be impertinent towards Frieza and live to tell the tale."

"That's true," Chestra admitted. "I myself had to keep from
laughing when Vegeta talks back to someone. He does have wit, if not charm. It
will take a strong woman with a strong will to handle him someday."

"A strong woman with a strong will that Vegeta won't kill first,"
Jaden added.





Vegeta came back to where Journa, Raditz and Nappa were sitting.
Vegeta and Nappa had just started talking to Raditz again, and Vegeta was only
now starting to be civil towards Journa again. Journa and Raditz straightened
themselves and stood up to greet their Prince, along with Nappa. Nappa had a
huge, lascivious grin on his handsome face.

"So how was your 'scouting' with Diamonique? Find any trouble, or
did you make any, Prince?" Nappa asked slyly.

"I won't be 'scouting' with Diamonique anymore," Vegeta told him.
"The Gemstarian woman and I are through."

"Thank the Kais," Journa whispered to Raditz, for she greatly
disliked Diamonique and thought that her brother could do better than that
Gemstarian whore.

Nappa asked, "What happened?"

"She expected more than what I was willing to give," Vegeta said
shortly. "That is all that you need to know."

Nappa smirked. "So I guess you're going back to the Ginyu Girls,
eh, Prince?"

Vegeta grinned finally, forgetting Diamonique quickly. "Perhaps. I
have not visited the Ginyu Girls for some time…have there been any new ones?"
Vegeta did not usually take time out for women, even when he had been having an
affair with Diamonique, but even he had to satisfy his urges now and then.

Nappa nodded. "There are two new ones: Orlana, from planet Hycan,
and Forlani, from planet Papillion. Forlani is a sweet, luscious thing with
large pink and gold butterfly wings and long, red-black hair. She's no Eclipse,
but she is a toothsome creature. Orlana is also lovely with large pink eyes,
long pink hair and yellow skin. She's a cute thing for her species, but it's
unlikely that she'd be mating-compatible with a Saiyan. There is however,
Mahogany, and you know her. She's been with the Girls for a while, but I think
that she'd be perfect for you."

Vegeta snorted. "She is a beauty, but she is Diamonique's cousin
and has Astorian blood. Those reasons alone would be enough to deter me."
Vegeta hated the reputation for Saiyan males' desiring of Astorian women-and it
was all because of that weakling great-uncle of his, King Dayrus. The Saiyans
that had occupied Astoria many years ago had gained the entire Saiyan race a
reputation for raping women, particularly Astorian women. His father, King
Vegeta, had told his son that when the Saiyans had come to Chloe years ago for
the summit at the Temple of Chloe, the Astorians had feared the Saiyans' sexual
appetites and had ordered the more desirable women to stay in hiding.

Vegeta, like his father, had thought that the Astorians had been
ridiculously paranoid, for not every Saiyan male was looking for force himself
upon an Astorian woman; he certainly wasn't. Vegeta was not always gentle in
his lovemaking, but he had never raped a woman. Vegeta didn't believe in
forcing himself on a woman; he didn't want a woman who did not at least desire
him in return. Even, he, as cold and inconsiderate as he was, enjoyed sex more
when his partner was enjoying the coupling as much as he did.

Vegeta chuckled lightly, and then he grew serious again. "Maybe
I'll pay them a visit when Ginyu gets around to bringing them here. Nappa, I
want you to contact Ginyu and inform him to have one or two girls
available-humanoid girls. Maybe I will try out this Mahogany, after all; she'd
probably be a satisfying creature despite her Astorian blood."

Nappa grinned. "Yes, Prince."

Vegeta turned to the other two Saiyans. "Journa and Raditz, it is
time for all of us to retire. You two are not to sleep within close proximity
of each other, is that clear? Raditz, I am keeping one eye on you," he said,
his voice full of deadly warning.

Raditz was about to say something in anger, but Journa's eyes
silently pleaded with him not to make things worse. They both grudgingly
agreed, and all of the Saiyans retired for bed.