OMG I sooooooooooooo love you people. My lovey reviews!!!!! Trunks girl........I think...... I'm not online so it might be wrong. I had a problem with the age at first so I made Pan the same age as Trunks so it wasn't as strange. And uh, so I'll keep writing, u slave drivers!!!!!!!!!!!!! LoL j/k OH OH and this is another song artist theme chappy!!!!!!!! so is the next but.........you'll have to wait. It's brian mcknight!!!!!!!!!

Vegeta sat sleeping at the auto piloted helm, Jarra held the young Dalilah in his arms. The two seater gave little room. Finger combing her hair, which had come undone in the blast and escape, he gave into sleep.
Dalilah snuggled into Jarra's chest. Her protector, her one love. He had defended her and let her rome at night. He was the one she would ask Vegeta to let her mate. He would take care of her.
The jarring of the bones and final crunch of land beneath them, notified the passengers that they had landed. Groggy from sleep, they unfolded them selves and rose. Cracking stiff joints, and stretching kinked limbs, they exited.
Vegeta steped down only to have a blur of blue to launch itself on him.
"You fool! How dare you leave me! Our son! Our child! Me!" The woman sobbed on him. Her blue hair in its tight coil behind her head. Trunks stood behind his mother stiff backed. Vegeta looked to his son who had a short hair cut and spiked hair. He saluted him and didn't smile. He was serious and focused. A spitting image of his father.
"Come." Vegeta held out a hand to Trunks. He hesitantly stepped forward. Laying a calloused hand on his shoulder, he pulled him up and into a hug. Bulma had stepped back letting the father and son bond.
"Mom?" A young voice asked. She turned and the tears flowed again as she opened her arms to Dalilah, the young girl she had rescued. She nodded and hugged the young girl she had missed for 5 long years. She noticed the man behind her. He had narrow silver eyes that were mixed with flecked with coal. He had white hair that was slicked back. He had had pale skin. He wasn't saiyjin she could tell from the coloring and the lack of tail. He seemed very un attatched to the people arund him, but kept an apt eye on Dalilah.
Once the hello's were through, the family and Jarra headed toward the dining hall. Bulma was walking with Vegeta and talking. Well, Vegeta wasn't because his stomach had taken control of his brain and was holding his verbal skill hostage. Trunks was walking behind them, and behind him were Jarra and Dalilah.
"Jarra?" Dalilah looked up to his 6' 2" frame. He smiled down at her. Already she was near 5 feet.
"Yes, little one?" She smiled.
"You never said how old you are." Her arms were wrapped aronud his left.
"I'm 16." He said gruffly. Entering the dining hall, plates and plates of food were lined on the table. Meats, vegetables, and grains were laid before them. Taking a seat beside her, he pulled little food onto his plate. Dalilah happened to be ravenous. She ate several platefulls.

"Daddy?" Dalilah asked as he rose to leave with Bulma.
"Yes?" He asked slightly annoyed. His arousal was becoming painful.
"Can Jarra stay in my room as my personal guard? I feel safe with him." She smiled. Vegeta's eyes narrowed on the newcomer and nodded.
"Fine." He said slightly strained. Bulma was drawing circles on his back. "Now, good night. We'll talk tomorrow." He beat a hastey retreat with a laughing Bulma.

As soon as the couple entered the room, Vegeta stumbled with her to the bed, stripping clothes off as they went. Nipping at eachother's mouths like a sweet treat, they tumbled onto the bed together. Vegeta nuzzled her neck as he placed light kisses on it. Moving down to kiss her lovely breasts, he took a peak into his mouth. She hummed in pleasure like a well fed cat. Slipping inbetween her legs, he slid into her slowly. Moving to an old rythem, the two felt whole. Liek the loining of the same soul. Sobbing in pleasure, Bulma clutched at Vegeta's shoulders as the pace was picked up. Her long legs wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her.
"Vegeta!" She gasped as he sent her over the abyss into the swirling depths of pleasure. She heard him groan and empty into her.
"Kami!" Sinking his teeth into her neck, he marked her again. The rush of emotions through that one little mark overwhelmed her into another orgasm. Sinking her own canines into his shoulder, they both sighed.
"Welcome home." Kissing him with blood soaked lips, the two fell into silent slumber entangled with one another.

"There's only one bed." Jarra swallowed hard.
"Yes, we'll have to wait for another. Until then, we'll have to share." The nieve Dalilah climbed into the queen size bed. In her white nightgown, she smiled up at her protector. He nodded. She climbed under the covers. Waiting until he thought she was asleep, he slipped out of his clothes to his boxers. Stretching one last time, he climbed in next to her.
Dalilah smiled, Jarra was such a wonderful person. He was hansome, nice, and he felt so nice. Snuggling into his chest as he slept, she gave into slumber.

"Trunks?" Pan peeped out behind a corner. Trunks looked around to make sure no one was around.
"Pan-chan! What are you doin'?!" He hissed. The halls were dark.
"I wanted to see you." She smiled up at him.
"Oh. But, I have to go to bed." He said hesitantly.
"That's ok, I'll come by tomorrow." Pan leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye." She hopped out the window and flew home. Trunks smiled and put a hand to his cheek. Climbing into his bed, he curled up in the sheets to dream about his best friend.

Bulma awoke at her usual time of 6:30 only to have the past day come crashing on her. Her husband had a leg thrown across her body and his chin resting on her shoulder. Sighing, she turned to him and hugged him to her naked body. Kissing the side of his mouth, she fell back asleep only ot be awakened by a tiny flicker of ki in her abdomen. Placing her hand ot it, she smiled as she read it.
A Girl.
A tiny baby girl, all her own. Wanting to confirm it, the hesitantly slipped out of his grip and padded ot the closet to grab a robe. Slipping out the door, she hurried ot the infirmery.

"Yes, you were right, my queen. As usual you are." The old doctor, Heptar, smiled. Since Bulma had opened up her lab to the elite scientists or those qualified ot work there, the two had become close friends. "A little princess to join your other two. Prince Trunks is a fine young chap as well." His black hair and goatee were being laced with grey in places. He was one of the oldest Saiyjins. 945 years old. Surviving 175 kings, he had taken care of them all and their families. He still had many years on him due to the aging of a saiyjin. The average one, she learned, lived up to 3000 years old! But Royalty could live up to 7000. She had gulped at the age. But since wars had been a major player in the age of one, it limited it to about 300, one tenth of their maximum! She would love to see all of the generations.

Vegeta pushed himself upon his elbows. Looking around for Bulma, he squinted. She wasn't there. He jolted awake and searched out her ki. It was in the infirmery! Shooting out of bed, he pulled on his training pants and ran out.

Jarra awoke to find his ward curled up with him. Her small body tucked next to him and having her arms around his waist. He ruffled her unkept hair. her braids were undone and the wild black hair that usually was kept in braids was free to blanket around her. 8 years and he could actually put the moves on this little one. She would be beautiful, he could tell from how her eyelashes fanned across the tops of her cheeks. He smiled. Kissing the top of her head, he untangled himself from her clutches. Pulling on the clothes he had on yesterday, he showered first.
"Jarra?" he heard from the other room as he pulled his shirt over his head. He opened the door letting the steam escape. It pooled around his feet. He saw her holding herself up on her forearms. Her eyes were half lidded and her hair was bunched atop her head.
"Yes?" She looked over and smiled.
"I thought you left me." She giggled. He sauntered over to the bed.
"No, never." Kissing her cheek, he headed toward the door. I'm going to get some grub, you can change and find me down stairs." Winking, he walked out.
Dalilah sat on her bed smiling, her sheets pulled up to her chin, she gnawed on the corner of the bedsheet. Jumping out of bed, she grabbed a CD she was given by Bulma as a small child.

Did you say you had to leave
Can you spend the night with me
Is that the way it has to be
How I hate to see you go
But it's ok
Because I know.

Dalilah turned up the volume bouncing to the tune.Letting her tail sway behind her, she sashayed to her closet. Seeing the little garments before her, she shook her head and grabbed her old house coat. It only reached mid thigh instead of the middle of her shins, she picked up a t-shirt that was baggy on her as a child. Pulling it on, it now only hit above her belly button. Pulling on her training pants from the day before, she also pulled on her boots.
Swinging side to side, she brushed out her hair. Finally getting the ebony locks straight, she began to braid them into the tight restrictive braids that were her trademark over the past 5 years.

You could be the one
I waited for
You could be the one
That opens up the door
You could be the one
I run to
You could be the one

Dalilah smiled at who the song reminded her of. Trustful Jarra. Shaking her head as she coiled up her braids. He had taught her to fend for herself. Even on the night he had taken her from home. That was a tidbit she would leave out when telling the story to her parents. Little trunks was different, he seemed ot take on Poppa's characteristics. He was quiet and commanding. Just like Poppa.

You could be the one
To share my nights
You could be the one
That brightens up my life
You could be the one
I run to
You could be the one

Tossing her hair brush in front of her, she caught it by the handle and swooned along with the earth artist. Pointing to her imaginary audiances she nodded in time. "Moonwalking", as her momma called it, across the bathroom floor, she jumped when the next verse started.
Jarra walked in with a cup of coffee for himself and juice for Dalilah. On a tray, were several types of fruits and pasteries. The light in the bathroom was on.

Everynight I wish upon a star
Only wanna be with you
I just wanna be
Everywhere you are
My body's callin out your name
Girl tell me you feel the same.

Dalilah changed the Girl to Boy in the song so she didn't seem bisexual or anything. Pouting her lips, she danced across the marble floors. The tap of her boots was muffled by the thin soles. Sending the brush onto the countertop, she swayed her hips.
Jarra raised an eyebrow to her show. Was she sending signals or just enjoying the song. Shrugging he let her enjoy her self.

You could be the one
I waited for
You could be the one
That opens up the door
You could be the one
I run to
You could
Be the one

You could be the one
To share my nights
You could be the one
That brightens up my life
You could be the one
I run to
You could be the one

Jarra sat eating a pear as Dalilah pranced out. She was in a dream land, happy. What every child should be at 10. Wiping the juice off his chin, he watched as she jumped on the bed and ran around it. he wanted to laugh, but that would pop her bubble.

I waited like forever
Thought I'd find you never
I just might be done
Think I found the one

The sound of clapping sent shivers up Dalilah's spine. Jumping at the noise, she turned to see Jarra smirking.
"Wonderful! Now, come eat or you'll faint with that horrible saiyjin hunger of yours." He chuckled throwing an orange at her. She caught it and grumbled as she used a weak, thin, ki blade to split the peel from the fruit. She bit into the fruit sending juice trickling down her chin.
"Oops!" She went to catch the juice, but Jarra's nimble fingers wiped it for her. Putting it to his mouth, he smiled.
"Mmmm, tastey!" Dalilah was awe struck, smiling, she bit into the juicy fruit once more. Jarra smiled at his little treasure. She was so cute when she did that. He rose and began to leave.
"Where are you going Jarra?" Dalilah asked as he opened the door.
"Out, I have to do some things." He left her to eat. She set the half eaten fruit on the table. She wasn't hungry.

"Sire?" Jarra peeked his head in the doors of the dining hall. His majesty sat at the head of the table with Bulma and Trunks. Bulma and Vegeta were smiling secretly to eachother. He looked up and released his wife's hand.
"Yes?" Jarra bowed and stepped forward.
"I would like to request ability to mate Dalilah when she comes of age." By the blinking of Vegeta's eyes, he could tell that he was shocked. "I must return back to Kold's. I have no desire to bring his armies down on Dalilah's head." His back, ram rod straight, he awaited judgement.
"I understand. Let em send you ot an ally base. Even though you are supposed to be her protector, I understand. When she is 18, return and I'll give you permission to court her. Now go if you must, but wait till dark. I must arrange this." he returned to eating. Jarra bowed once more and swept out.
He headed for the clothing department and got fitted for a training suit and armor of Vegeta. Arranging a ship at the dock, he dreaded the last thing he had to do, most of all.

Bulma and Vegeta sat outside in the gardens.
"Do you think he'll make good on his word?" Bulma asked as she shifted in Vegeta's lap.
"Yes, and stop that. You're making me hard."
"Oh, talkin dirty huh?" She wiggled some more.
"Woman!" He tackled her to the ground. She laughed as they kissed. "You'll pay for that."
"How? You know I love your punishment to me." She purred. Vegeta's hands creeped up her dress.
"Like this." He slipped his pants down and thrust into her.
"OH! I told......you....I like.....your.....punishment." She squealed as he went hard. Pumping fast and hard, it was short but explosive. Laying in the garden rumpled and sweaty with a golden glow around them, they sighed.
"Think if we did it too much, that it could be called child abuse?"
"Oh, shut up!" The sun was setting. "So, where are you sending Jarra?" Bulma said as she straighened her clothes.
"Ganymede. It's a humanoid space port we own. He can keep an eye out there. I put a tracking device on him and talked ot him about it." He smirked. "He'll come back. I can tell that he really likes Dalilah." Kissing his wife once more, they went in, hand in hand.

Jarra opened the dark room. Dalilah was asleep. Curled up in the too large bed, in her too small nightgown. He looked down on her as the blue moon spilled through onto her undone hair. She twisted and was laying on her back with her arms spread.
"My little Dalilah, I must go, but I will be back in 8 years. 8, then I can have you for myself. Wait for me." Leaning over, he placed a kiss on her lips, then one last chaste one on her forehead. "Good Bye." He turned and walked out.