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Title: Confusion, part VII of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 n trunksgrl06
The first thing Hestia noticed when she awoke was the lack of warmth next to her. Turning over, she discovered an empty bed. She bit her lip and slowly touched the bed next to her. The breath she had been holding slid past her lips in disappointment and semi-relief. It was cold. Either he had left earlier or he had not returned at all. Hestia snorted and got out of bed, wandering into the shower and beginning her morning rituals.
She emerged from the bathroom dressed in a white spaghetti-strapped tank top and denim shorts with a frayed waistline and whisker-washed front. Her blow-dried hair lay at her shoulders. With a sigh she flung the door open, letting it close on its own. The rage she had held last night had been dulled by her curiosity as to where Trunks was. Ignoring those around her she made her way into the dining hall to get her breakfast. So absorbed in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice bodyguards join up with her, walking silently at her side.
Within a few minutes she was sitting down, hot plates of food set before her. She stared at them, the scene from the night before playing over and over in her head. Growling softly she picked up the fork and shoved some food in her mouth, chewing viciously. After several minutes of eating she looked up at the chef, who was standing patiently near the door. The moment her eyes caught his he frowned. He never liked Hestia and she knew it.
"Where is Trunks?" she questioned tersely.
"I haven't seen him, Your Majesty." His eyes narrowed. "I would have thought he would have been with you last night."
"We had a few words, Farohn." Hestia said, irritated. He had a way of wearing on her nerves. "I left the room to prevent further confrontation and when I returned he was gone." She quickly shoved another forkful into her mouth. The three guards that had accompanied her now looked between the Queen and chef.
"Perhaps he spent the night in the training rooms." Farohn suggested. Hestia sighed.
"I thought about that, but - "
"Or perhaps he realized the potential and obedience a Saiyajin female possesses instead of some dirty Earth wench." Farohn spat, smirking cruelly. Within seconds he found himself on the ground, one of Hestia's guards pressing him to the floor with his foot. A low growl rose in the guard's throat, a sign of the rage he felt from his queen being disrespected. Hestia threw the fork down and spat out the food in her mouth before standing.
"Leave him be, Arptun. He's not worth the effort." Hestia growled, heading towards the door. She wrapped her hands around the handle before turning to look at her other guard, Polxu. "Find another chef." Her eyes wandered down to Farohn. "I do not need that kind of person in my staff." Lifting her lip in distaste she flung the door open and walked out quickly, leaving her other two guards - Arptun and Hughlai to basically run to catch up with her.
Sutea spooned in bed with Goten, a sheer sheet covering them. Her fingers massaged his hand gently, pulling a soft purr from him. She smiled and closed her eyes momentarily, feeling his hot breath hit her neck on each exhale. A chill ran down her spine when his lips touched the base of her neck. Snuggling back into him she felt the grip he had on her tighten a little. She sighed contently and released his hand, beginning to run her fingers up and down his arm lightly.
"Don't you think we should go down for breakfast?" Sutea whispered softly.
"No. Not yet." Goten muttered lazily, eyes half-closed.
Sutea giggled and closed her eyes again. When she opened them they fell upon the leather-bound book she had retrieved from her old slave quarters: Lost Gems and Jewels of the Universe. Her mind began to drift back to the confrontation she had had between Hestia. It had been sort of a surprise, to have her blow up like that. She had not seen her that tense since Vegeta had been her master. She stiffened slightly. What if that was it? What if Trunks was turning into Vegeta? Like father like son, as the saying went. She swallowed, pushing herself back into Goten. He looked up at her questioningly, pushing himself up so he leaned on his elbow.
"What's wrong?" he whispered softly, running his fingers along her bare midsection.
"Do you know what happened between Trunks and Hestia?" Sutea queried, rolling onto her back so she was under him. He set his hand down on the other side of her, looking into her eyes.
"Something happened between them?" Goten repeated dumbly.
"Yeah." Sutea answered, nodding slowly. "Hestia blew up at me. She said it was a little fight, but it didn't seem like one. I mean, a little one wouldn't get her as angry as she was last night. He must have done something very wrong."
"She always had a hot temper." Goten offered.
"Yeah, but still. This was almost as bad as when Vegeta was alive." she whispered. "It was disturbing." Goten frowned.
"Do you think he hit her?" he whispered.
"I didn't see any bruises or anything." She paused. "But at first I didn't see any with Vegeta." An uneasy silence passed between the two. Exhaling loudly Goten lowered himself so his head lay on his mate's chest. He felt her hand descend on the back of his head, playing with his hair gently. Not two seconds after his eyes drifted shut an annoying beep was heard, followed by the sound of his brother's voice.
"Goten, I have some bad - er, did I interrupt something?" Gohan asked gruffly. Goten growled and pushed himself up onto both arms before turning around to face his elder sibling.
"Of course not. What do you want?" he snapped. Gohan blinked, missing Goten's sarcasm. Shaking his head slightly, he looked down briefly before looking at his brother again.
"I was scanning the docking port and discovered a ship missing." Gohan informed.
"What the hell do you want, a medal?" Goten growled, annoyed that Gohan had interrupted his time with Sutea for something like this. Gohan's eyes narrowed and a dangerous growl rumbled in his chest.
"No, you dolt. It was your ship. I wanted to see if you had left for some reason." he snapped. Goten leaned forward a bit, some of the sheet slowly sliding down him to reveal a finely sculpted chest.
"Well, I'm still here. Who took it?" Goten asked. Gohan paused, shifting through some papers.
"I'm not really sure, but their coordinates were for Uur-sei." he replied, looking up into his brother's eyes.
"Well that could be anyone!" Goten yelled. He growled, allowing himself to fall backwards. "Now I have no ship and I can't go on any missions!!"
^ That's not exactly a bad thing. ^ Sutea's voice purred in his mind. His tail thumped loudly against the bed, showing his annoyance.
"This is ridiculous..." Goten growled. Gohan sighed and looked past the screen of the visual screen, observing some other screens that monitored the ship from the laboratory. He had been made head of technology after Turles had passed away on Dipiciasei.
"Well, I just wanted to see what was up." Goten informed. His eyes flit back to the screen, looking over Goten and Sutea. An eyebrow slowly rose when he saw a sheet was the only thing protecting the couple from total nudity. "Don't you think you two should be out of bed and doing something productive?" Sutea blushed, surprised at Gohan's comment while Goten's lips lifted into a snarl, a growl low in his throat.
"Go get laid, you dickless bastard." Goten snapped before grabbing the remote and turning off the video screen. The growl remained in his throat as he glared at the black screen. Sutea rolled her eyes and moved forward, sliding her hands over his shoulders as the sheet slid off her body. Gently pressing the front of her body against his back she leaned in, depositing a gentle kiss on his neck.
"It's alright, he doesn't understand what we have." Sutea whispered softly, her hands making their way around his waist. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Damn right he doesn't." Goten growled, still angry. "Why doesn't he just take a mate already?"
"Maybe he hasn't found the right girl yet." Sutea offered, brushing her thumb against his abs. "When he finds her he'll understand why we're not doing anything 'productive'."
A slight smile touched her lips as she moved closer to him, hugging him a little tighter. Goten relaxed slightly, feeling his anger subsiding with each hot breath that touched his shoulder. Turning around he pulled her to him, embracing her lightly. She smiled and snuggled into him, enjoying the moment. Sighing softly Goten separated himself from Sutea, getting off the bed to put on his clothes. She watched him silently, covering herself with the thin sheet. Once he had adjusted his armor he turned around and walked over to Sutea, leaning down so their eyes were level.
"I'll see you later, alright?" he whispered softly, rubbing his nose against hers. Sutea smiled sheepishly.
"Why are you leaving?" she queried.
"Gotta find who took my ship." Goten mumbled. Sutea sighed and tightened the sheet around her body.
"Alright then. I'll see you tonight." she said. Goten smiled and leaned in, kissing her tenderly before parting and exiting the room. Exhaling softly Sutea rose from the bed and wandered into the shower, her mind filled with many thoughts.
"Sir, we've detected a ship about 318 larphx from us." a man reported. He had cerulean blue hair with emerald green eyes. His complexion was pale, his black and gold robes accenting it. He was rather tall as well, and of strong build. Another man with dark crimson hair and black eyes turned to face the first, his lips curling into a small smirk.
"Oh?" he asked, his voice deep.
"Yes," the man nodded. "It seems to be Saiyajin by the markings on it."
"Saiyajin, hm?" the other asked. The man who spoke first nodded. "Good job, Harto. Fly towards it and pick it up. Take the occupant prisoner." Harto nodded.
"Yes, Sir." he said, turning around and walking away.
The other man's gaze returned to the window. Minutes later he heard orders being given over the loudspeaker to head towards the travelling space pod. The smirk on his face grew in size as they approached the object. Once the pod had come alongside the ship he caught a glimpse of the face of the man within. His eyes widened and he straightened himself.
"This should prove rather interesting." he whispered, turning around with a flourish of his cape.
A/N: Wow, I'm sure you all think I have something planned. Weeell, not quite. ^^' I have an idea, but i'm not sure how to execute it. Ah well, anyway, there's gonna be a lot more romance and action and adventure and shizz in store for you, so keep checking to see if i've updated!! ^^ Adios for now!
Please review!!!
Title: Confusion, part VII of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 n trunksgrl06
The first thing Hestia noticed when she awoke was the lack of warmth next to her. Turning over, she discovered an empty bed. She bit her lip and slowly touched the bed next to her. The breath she had been holding slid past her lips in disappointment and semi-relief. It was cold. Either he had left earlier or he had not returned at all. Hestia snorted and got out of bed, wandering into the shower and beginning her morning rituals.
She emerged from the bathroom dressed in a white spaghetti-strapped tank top and denim shorts with a frayed waistline and whisker-washed front. Her blow-dried hair lay at her shoulders. With a sigh she flung the door open, letting it close on its own. The rage she had held last night had been dulled by her curiosity as to where Trunks was. Ignoring those around her she made her way into the dining hall to get her breakfast. So absorbed in her thoughts was she that she didn't notice bodyguards join up with her, walking silently at her side.
Within a few minutes she was sitting down, hot plates of food set before her. She stared at them, the scene from the night before playing over and over in her head. Growling softly she picked up the fork and shoved some food in her mouth, chewing viciously. After several minutes of eating she looked up at the chef, who was standing patiently near the door. The moment her eyes caught his he frowned. He never liked Hestia and she knew it.
"Where is Trunks?" she questioned tersely.
"I haven't seen him, Your Majesty." His eyes narrowed. "I would have thought he would have been with you last night."
"We had a few words, Farohn." Hestia said, irritated. He had a way of wearing on her nerves. "I left the room to prevent further confrontation and when I returned he was gone." She quickly shoved another forkful into her mouth. The three guards that had accompanied her now looked between the Queen and chef.
"Perhaps he spent the night in the training rooms." Farohn suggested. Hestia sighed.
"I thought about that, but - "
"Or perhaps he realized the potential and obedience a Saiyajin female possesses instead of some dirty Earth wench." Farohn spat, smirking cruelly. Within seconds he found himself on the ground, one of Hestia's guards pressing him to the floor with his foot. A low growl rose in the guard's throat, a sign of the rage he felt from his queen being disrespected. Hestia threw the fork down and spat out the food in her mouth before standing.
"Leave him be, Arptun. He's not worth the effort." Hestia growled, heading towards the door. She wrapped her hands around the handle before turning to look at her other guard, Polxu. "Find another chef." Her eyes wandered down to Farohn. "I do not need that kind of person in my staff." Lifting her lip in distaste she flung the door open and walked out quickly, leaving her other two guards - Arptun and Hughlai to basically run to catch up with her.
Sutea spooned in bed with Goten, a sheer sheet covering them. Her fingers massaged his hand gently, pulling a soft purr from him. She smiled and closed her eyes momentarily, feeling his hot breath hit her neck on each exhale. A chill ran down her spine when his lips touched the base of her neck. Snuggling back into him she felt the grip he had on her tighten a little. She sighed contently and released his hand, beginning to run her fingers up and down his arm lightly.
"Don't you think we should go down for breakfast?" Sutea whispered softly.
"No. Not yet." Goten muttered lazily, eyes half-closed.
Sutea giggled and closed her eyes again. When she opened them they fell upon the leather-bound book she had retrieved from her old slave quarters: Lost Gems and Jewels of the Universe. Her mind began to drift back to the confrontation she had had between Hestia. It had been sort of a surprise, to have her blow up like that. She had not seen her that tense since Vegeta had been her master. She stiffened slightly. What if that was it? What if Trunks was turning into Vegeta? Like father like son, as the saying went. She swallowed, pushing herself back into Goten. He looked up at her questioningly, pushing himself up so he leaned on his elbow.
"What's wrong?" he whispered softly, running his fingers along her bare midsection.
"Do you know what happened between Trunks and Hestia?" Sutea queried, rolling onto her back so she was under him. He set his hand down on the other side of her, looking into her eyes.
"Something happened between them?" Goten repeated dumbly.
"Yeah." Sutea answered, nodding slowly. "Hestia blew up at me. She said it was a little fight, but it didn't seem like one. I mean, a little one wouldn't get her as angry as she was last night. He must have done something very wrong."
"She always had a hot temper." Goten offered.
"Yeah, but still. This was almost as bad as when Vegeta was alive." she whispered. "It was disturbing." Goten frowned.
"Do you think he hit her?" he whispered.
"I didn't see any bruises or anything." She paused. "But at first I didn't see any with Vegeta." An uneasy silence passed between the two. Exhaling loudly Goten lowered himself so his head lay on his mate's chest. He felt her hand descend on the back of his head, playing with his hair gently. Not two seconds after his eyes drifted shut an annoying beep was heard, followed by the sound of his brother's voice.
"Goten, I have some bad - er, did I interrupt something?" Gohan asked gruffly. Goten growled and pushed himself up onto both arms before turning around to face his elder sibling.
"Of course not. What do you want?" he snapped. Gohan blinked, missing Goten's sarcasm. Shaking his head slightly, he looked down briefly before looking at his brother again.
"I was scanning the docking port and discovered a ship missing." Gohan informed.
"What the hell do you want, a medal?" Goten growled, annoyed that Gohan had interrupted his time with Sutea for something like this. Gohan's eyes narrowed and a dangerous growl rumbled in his chest.
"No, you dolt. It was your ship. I wanted to see if you had left for some reason." he snapped. Goten leaned forward a bit, some of the sheet slowly sliding down him to reveal a finely sculpted chest.
"Well, I'm still here. Who took it?" Goten asked. Gohan paused, shifting through some papers.
"I'm not really sure, but their coordinates were for Uur-sei." he replied, looking up into his brother's eyes.
"Well that could be anyone!" Goten yelled. He growled, allowing himself to fall backwards. "Now I have no ship and I can't go on any missions!!"
^ That's not exactly a bad thing. ^ Sutea's voice purred in his mind. His tail thumped loudly against the bed, showing his annoyance.
"This is ridiculous..." Goten growled. Gohan sighed and looked past the screen of the visual screen, observing some other screens that monitored the ship from the laboratory. He had been made head of technology after Turles had passed away on Dipiciasei.
"Well, I just wanted to see what was up." Goten informed. His eyes flit back to the screen, looking over Goten and Sutea. An eyebrow slowly rose when he saw a sheet was the only thing protecting the couple from total nudity. "Don't you think you two should be out of bed and doing something productive?" Sutea blushed, surprised at Gohan's comment while Goten's lips lifted into a snarl, a growl low in his throat.
"Go get laid, you dickless bastard." Goten snapped before grabbing the remote and turning off the video screen. The growl remained in his throat as he glared at the black screen. Sutea rolled her eyes and moved forward, sliding her hands over his shoulders as the sheet slid off her body. Gently pressing the front of her body against his back she leaned in, depositing a gentle kiss on his neck.
"It's alright, he doesn't understand what we have." Sutea whispered softly, her hands making their way around his waist. She leaned her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Damn right he doesn't." Goten growled, still angry. "Why doesn't he just take a mate already?"
"Maybe he hasn't found the right girl yet." Sutea offered, brushing her thumb against his abs. "When he finds her he'll understand why we're not doing anything 'productive'."
A slight smile touched her lips as she moved closer to him, hugging him a little tighter. Goten relaxed slightly, feeling his anger subsiding with each hot breath that touched his shoulder. Turning around he pulled her to him, embracing her lightly. She smiled and snuggled into him, enjoying the moment. Sighing softly Goten separated himself from Sutea, getting off the bed to put on his clothes. She watched him silently, covering herself with the thin sheet. Once he had adjusted his armor he turned around and walked over to Sutea, leaning down so their eyes were level.
"I'll see you later, alright?" he whispered softly, rubbing his nose against hers. Sutea smiled sheepishly.
"Why are you leaving?" she queried.
"Gotta find who took my ship." Goten mumbled. Sutea sighed and tightened the sheet around her body.
"Alright then. I'll see you tonight." she said. Goten smiled and leaned in, kissing her tenderly before parting and exiting the room. Exhaling softly Sutea rose from the bed and wandered into the shower, her mind filled with many thoughts.
"Sir, we've detected a ship about 318 larphx from us." a man reported. He had cerulean blue hair with emerald green eyes. His complexion was pale, his black and gold robes accenting it. He was rather tall as well, and of strong build. Another man with dark crimson hair and black eyes turned to face the first, his lips curling into a small smirk.
"Oh?" he asked, his voice deep.
"Yes," the man nodded. "It seems to be Saiyajin by the markings on it."
"Saiyajin, hm?" the other asked. The man who spoke first nodded. "Good job, Harto. Fly towards it and pick it up. Take the occupant prisoner." Harto nodded.
"Yes, Sir." he said, turning around and walking away.
The other man's gaze returned to the window. Minutes later he heard orders being given over the loudspeaker to head towards the travelling space pod. The smirk on his face grew in size as they approached the object. Once the pod had come alongside the ship he caught a glimpse of the face of the man within. His eyes widened and he straightened himself.
"This should prove rather interesting." he whispered, turning around with a flourish of his cape.
A/N: Wow, I'm sure you all think I have something planned. Weeell, not quite. ^^' I have an idea, but i'm not sure how to execute it. Ah well, anyway, there's gonna be a lot more romance and action and adventure and shizz in store for you, so keep checking to see if i've updated!! ^^ Adios for now!
Please review!!!
