Yea!! I've finally gotten a lot of reviews!!
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Lady Bulma, SSJgoddess, chibibaka, pokemonrex, and SSJ-Mirai_Trunks - Always a pleasure! I really appreciate the praise! I also accept fanart for my upcoming website. ~_^
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Aqua - Yeah, I'm going to have all the men in his lineage bad drunk, b/c I'm against drinking. Sorry about Olivia, but she's kind of my relief on Chichi (whom I hate!).
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Hobo - Dear, dear Hobo! I can't put all of my comments up here, but basically I'm not even 1/5 done. Trust me, everything is significant, and I have to hurry and put up as much as I can. Again, e-mail me, and I'll give you some sneak peeks as a thank you for your excellent review!
(BTW, Tora and Cole WILL be having a more substantial role later on. I promise!)
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WARNING - This chapter is rated PG-13 for adult/sexual situations.
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*****************Episode 41******************
**'s Depression; The Identity of the Hooded Sayin**
Zucina punched at the black punching bag furiously. Her white and red gloves smashed at the bag, forcing it to sway every which way. With her frustrations so high, this was her best relief. 'With physical action comes concentration, a way to lose your mind. The punches, kicks, positions, motion, jumps, thrust . . . an elaborate dance of escape. Another world. All I have to do is fight forever.'
The door to the training hall creaked open. Fasha peeked inside, a bit apprehensive toward her friend. Zucina hadn't stopped training for nearly three days straight. Her body strained against the force of will to continue, and several times she nearly slipped on the sweat which covered the tile floor.
"Zucina," Fasha whispered.
Zucina paused and turned to Fasha, the dark circles against her pale skin accentuated her tired eyes. When she spoke, it was would-be-cheery, half an octave higher then normal. "Oy! What are you doing here? I thought you'd be at Bardock and Olivia's house-warming party!"
"The party ended two days ago," stated Fasha. It broke her heart seeing her friend so disoriented. "Everyone's worried about you. You've been training too long."
"Oh, not long at all! I have been slacking off a bit lately. So, this was welcome. I used to rival Bardock, and now he . . ." She trailed off.
Fasha took a couple steps toward her. "Zuni-chan, please. You and Bardock have been avoiding each other for four months! Bardock told Tora that the only reason he is staying with Olivia is for the child."
"The Squealer never could keep anything to himself."
Fasha gave a weak laugh. "I guess not." She took Zucina's hand without her noticing. "Come on. I'll bet you haven't eaten all this - what the heck happened to your gloves?!"
Zucina pulled back her arm and covered the blood stain. "None of your business," she hissed. "Go away!!"
Fasha paled. Her eyes fell upon the unsheathed Idsa Sword, leaning up against the wall. It was worse then she had realized. "Zuni-chan . . ."
"I said GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!!" She shoved Fasha into a wall. "I just want to be left ALONE!!" Zucina called, grabbing the Idsa Sword. Not waiting for Fasha to recover, she dashed out the door.
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Light orange clouds glided serenely in the clear red sky. Rain rarely fell this time of year, and Zucina lay on her back in her leotard in the pristine water without any fear of a downpour. The lake towards the center of Vine Falls always held fond memories for her. Her training sessions with Cole, her spars with Bardock. Bardock accidentally walking in on her bathing. Lessons and talks under the stars . . .
She sighed, the water swaying her body gently. If only she could travel back in time, she'd have said something to Bardock. SOMETHING to stop him from going off with Olivia that night. SOMETHING after he woke up from recovery. SOMETING, before any of this mess ever happened.
Zucina held her breath and flipped over to dive down into the clear, red depths. The weightlessness of the water relaxed her. She was far from the hustle and bustle of the main city, and from any other cares. The sweet taste of freedom filled her with rapturous excitement. 'Maybe I need a break from the team,' she thought. 'Too bad I can't disappear for a while.'
Reluctantly, her face broke the surface, and she swam to shore. Her armor hung on a nearby branch, and she grabbed it. There was no where reliable for her to turn. Sure, Fasha wanted to help her, but she'd never understand. How could she? Ba-
"No," she ordered herself. "No more. Bardock is out of my grasp for good. I can't keep torturing myself like this!"
"I could not have said it better myself."
Zucina's heart stopped. That voice! It was the man who danced with her at the festival!
She whirled around, catching a glimpse of the red velvet before something hit her head and she saw no more.
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Zucina yawned and rubbed her head. "Goddess, I needed that sleep," she said merrily before opening her eyes. When she did, she gasped. She was in a large, posh bed, in the finest cloth in all the galaxy, and wearing a perfumed nightdress of red silk. The bedroom was dark, but the moonlight from the enormous windows gave enough light to see the magnificent furniture, brass linings glittering, and thick drapes over the bed and windows opened.
She tensed, Sayin senses flaring for any signs of movement. She wrapped the sheets around her, trying to blend in with the shadows. But she cried out again, taking in a whiff of her attire. If she now wore such finery, she must have been undressed!! Or fondled!! She shuddered at the thought of being taken advantage of.
'That stupid BASTARD,' her mind shouted. 'I don't care if he's filthy rich! This IS simply FILTHY!!!'
Mad as a hornet, she hopped out of bed, grabbed a robe, and stormed out the door. The hallways, as the room had been, were only lit by the moonlight. Searching for the highest energy in the building, Zucina followed it, ignoring the numerous paintings on the walls.
Without so much as a knock, Zucina nearly broke down the door between her and her captor. Still fuming with rage, she glared at the room's occupants.
All Sayins present in the long, fire-lit room sat at a long table. The armor they wore established them as the highest of noble births in the society. And each of them turned to Zucina in great surprise.
All except King Vegeta himself. He stood up. "Gentleman," he said, addressing the noblemen, "we wish to conclude this meeting for the day. Take each of your chairs with you. Guards," he shouted, clapping his hands twice. A dozen or so large, strong men lined up immediately. "Remove the table. Commander General, bring one cushioned chair." Nappa, separate from the guards, bowed before departing to follow through with his task.
Once all of the other were gone, King Vegeta strode to Zucina. He took one of her hands, kissed it gently, and said very quietly, "I trust you had a pleasant sleep, Princess of Angels."
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Zucina stood there, dumbstruck, torn between confusion and denial. "No . . .,"she muttered softly.
Nappa arrived with a chair. "Good," said the king. "Place it there, for my new mate to sit on."
Zucina re-gained her tongue. "I beg your pardon," she growled, "but I am no man's mate. Certainly not a scumbag kidnapper!"
Nappa dropped the chair and backed away from her, as though she carried something contagious. "Woman," he stuttered, "d-do you p-possibly not r-r-realize t-to whom you are s-speaking?!"
"Oh, I realize perfectly well," she stated, folding her arms in a familiar pose (more familiar by the moment, eh reviewers?). "And to me, he is nothing more then a scumbag kidnapper!"
To both the other's shock, King Vegeta laughed. "Just as We said, Nappa, a true fiery spirit! The soul of a princess!" He slightly bowed to Zucina. "Please, Lady Zucina. Do sit down."
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I shall stand, thank you."
"As you wish. I only think of your comfort."
Nappa's face paled. "He referred to himself as I in front of a third class," he noted softly. Nervous, he started to leave.
"Nappa," snarled the king, "We gave no order for you to depart this room." He smiled. "We wish for you to witness this historic event."
"And what, prey-tell, is that," Zucina spat. "A Sayin woman refusing the king of Sayin's bed?"
"No, my dear, the formation of the next Super Sayin!"
He said the latter with such emphasis, that even Zucina flinched.
"The Sayin of legend, Sir," asked Nappa.
"Yes. Every Sayin learns the story passed on generation to generation. My early ancestor ascended to such an ultimate level of power that the universe trembled under him. Uno-sama only knows what his true power could have been had he not died.
"But Uno-sama came to me many zurals ago, and informed me that the eve of the Legendary Super Sayin is at hand. He promised me a SSJ for a son!"
The shadows created from the fire danced across his face, casting an emotional spell over his audience. "The day Lord Uno, Creator of Sayins, came to me, he offered me a SSJ son in exchange for my soul. This I gave gladly, for what else must a king offer for the glory of his people? The mate in which I must have this child was revealed to be you, Lady Zucina of Cucumbra.
"But, I admit, I was disgusted. How could a king, descendent of the Legendary Super Sayin, mate with a third class wench?! So, a had relations with many women of more noble baring, but all died giving birth to less then satisfactory children.
"Yet, even as I hated the thought, I followed your life. I allowed you to compete in the STP Tournament, even though I should have put you to death, even went so far as to allow you to ascend in status for it. I cleared your purchase of your slave's freedom. I kept an eye on you, disguised, on Amazonia when you fought the Catrl, hiding among their ranks like a common furball!" His face shook with pain at the memory. "Imagine . . . ME!! Among such FILTH!!"
He turned to her. "But I had to see you! After Recely died, I knew for a fact that you were the one! So, I wore my finest robe for the festival in order to meet you personally." He took her hands. "Such warmth! Such beauty! Such grace! Such incredible power!!
"Never did I expect to fall for you so! Not a third class! But, I have, and Lord Uno's promise had to be kept. I had planned to take you to the palace that night, but that damned captain interfered with that fight, so I had to emerge as my true self to stop it. And I could not show my feelings in front of the crowd publicly.
"Now, I have you here. You cannot escape your destiny, my dear. As a creation of Uno-sama, you must abide by His wishes!"
Zucina stared at him. "You're mental," she said. "Absolutely bonkers! I am no man's property! And I never will be!!"
That said, she made a dash for the door. Nappa acted instantly, gabbing her with his huge arms, squeezing the life from her.
"Do not harm her," the king ordered.
He needn't have. Zucina, mustering up all of her strength, burst out of Nappa's hold, punched his gut, grabbed HIS hands with her tiny ones, spun him around, and hurled him against the wall.
King Vegeta phase out and in front of her, placing an iron grip on each of her arms. Zucina, no match for him, struggled to kick herself free. "Do not struggle. You are mine already, whether you like it or not."
Using his teeth, he ripped at her nightgown. On her shoulder, just above her collar bone, was a healing bite mark. It symbolized an official mating, given just after first intercourse. Zucina recognized it at once, having noticed it on Fasha when she wore her dress at the Festival.
Horrible realization entered Zucina's mind like lead. She was trapped!! There was no escaping such a sacred mark, the Bond with a Mate. She had no choice.
Or had she?
A small whirl of wind whipped about Zucina, and sparks shot from her like electricity. Tears of anger and hatred filled her eyes as she glared at the stunned king. "If you are so well acquainted with my attacks, sir, then you will recognize this one. The Desperation Attack!*
"Allow me to explain for your feeble-minded servant. Basically, I reverse the flow of energy from my body to destroy anything around me. However, it leaves my body turned to stone."
King Vegeta watched in terror as the flow did indeed whip around her, and her vital signs begin failing. Bonded to her, he could sense her life draining away. "PLEASE," he shouted, falling to his knees before her. "I BEG OF YOU STOP THIS AT ONCE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WISH!!!"
Zucina's head snapped downward intrigued by the sight. The once proud king, forced to his knees by a mere third class woman! It was so delicious, so deserving, she said, "What are your terms?"
"You must bare me an heir! That is my only wish!! JUST DON'T KILL YOURSELF!!!!!"
She sneered back. He may love her, but she DESPISED him! Still, watching him on the ground, pathetic and pleading, she felt pity. For the first time, Bardock's compassioned rubbed off.
"Here are my terms: I choose the child's caretaker. No one else is to know where I am, especially my teammates. They, in turn, are dismissed from any criminal activity they have committed in the past, present, and future. Agreed?"
"AGREED!!!"
Zucina powered down, and collapsed. King Vegeta ran to her and lifted her gently. "Oh, my love," he cooed, holding her closely, "never do such a dreadful thing like that again! You must bare this child in order to ensure the future of our dominant species."
Her eyes opened, and again she glared upon the king with contempt. "Whether you take my body or not, you cannot take my pride!** Anything connected to you I will hate, including whatever you farce me to bare!"
"But, Uno-sama -"
"And I wish never to hear such a terrible, filthy name again!"
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* - Desperation Attack - The same one Majin Vegeta used to try to kill Majin Buu
** - If that live doesn't sound like Vegeta, I don't know WHAT does!!
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Hey guys!! Bardock here!
Many moths have passed, and still no sign of Zucina. I'm getting worried, but somehow I think she's safe. Anyway, my baby son Radditz comes back from conquoring his first planet, and is assigned a mentor. But its . . . NO!! IT COULDN'T BE!!!!!
Next time on DragonballBC: Radditz's Mentor; Cole's Plan for Vengeance!!
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Fun Fact - I MADE her to be Vegeta's mother. Zuni-chan's persona, looks, etc. are all based on Prince Vegeta and family!! C'mon, how many Sayins have purple hair!?! Or carry a sword?!? Or are very short!?! Or have a natural rivalry/friendship with six-foot Sayins with crazy hair!?! And the PRIDE issues . . .
Okay, anyway, don't worry guys, I don't completely waste the love between B/Z. But I have made one unhappy Hobo (pun from the review).
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Keep your eyes open for the DBBC Movie, coming in May!
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Lady Bulma, SSJgoddess, chibibaka, pokemonrex, and SSJ-Mirai_Trunks - Always a pleasure! I really appreciate the praise! I also accept fanart for my upcoming website. ~_^
.
Aqua - Yeah, I'm going to have all the men in his lineage bad drunk, b/c I'm against drinking. Sorry about Olivia, but she's kind of my relief on Chichi (whom I hate!).
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Hobo - Dear, dear Hobo! I can't put all of my comments up here, but basically I'm not even 1/5 done. Trust me, everything is significant, and I have to hurry and put up as much as I can. Again, e-mail me, and I'll give you some sneak peeks as a thank you for your excellent review!
(BTW, Tora and Cole WILL be having a more substantial role later on. I promise!)
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WARNING - This chapter is rated PG-13 for adult/sexual situations.
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*****************Episode 41******************
**'s Depression; The Identity of the Hooded Sayin**
Zucina punched at the black punching bag furiously. Her white and red gloves smashed at the bag, forcing it to sway every which way. With her frustrations so high, this was her best relief. 'With physical action comes concentration, a way to lose your mind. The punches, kicks, positions, motion, jumps, thrust . . . an elaborate dance of escape. Another world. All I have to do is fight forever.'
The door to the training hall creaked open. Fasha peeked inside, a bit apprehensive toward her friend. Zucina hadn't stopped training for nearly three days straight. Her body strained against the force of will to continue, and several times she nearly slipped on the sweat which covered the tile floor.
"Zucina," Fasha whispered.
Zucina paused and turned to Fasha, the dark circles against her pale skin accentuated her tired eyes. When she spoke, it was would-be-cheery, half an octave higher then normal. "Oy! What are you doing here? I thought you'd be at Bardock and Olivia's house-warming party!"
"The party ended two days ago," stated Fasha. It broke her heart seeing her friend so disoriented. "Everyone's worried about you. You've been training too long."
"Oh, not long at all! I have been slacking off a bit lately. So, this was welcome. I used to rival Bardock, and now he . . ." She trailed off.
Fasha took a couple steps toward her. "Zuni-chan, please. You and Bardock have been avoiding each other for four months! Bardock told Tora that the only reason he is staying with Olivia is for the child."
"The Squealer never could keep anything to himself."
Fasha gave a weak laugh. "I guess not." She took Zucina's hand without her noticing. "Come on. I'll bet you haven't eaten all this - what the heck happened to your gloves?!"
Zucina pulled back her arm and covered the blood stain. "None of your business," she hissed. "Go away!!"
Fasha paled. Her eyes fell upon the unsheathed Idsa Sword, leaning up against the wall. It was worse then she had realized. "Zuni-chan . . ."
"I said GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!!" She shoved Fasha into a wall. "I just want to be left ALONE!!" Zucina called, grabbing the Idsa Sword. Not waiting for Fasha to recover, she dashed out the door.
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Light orange clouds glided serenely in the clear red sky. Rain rarely fell this time of year, and Zucina lay on her back in her leotard in the pristine water without any fear of a downpour. The lake towards the center of Vine Falls always held fond memories for her. Her training sessions with Cole, her spars with Bardock. Bardock accidentally walking in on her bathing. Lessons and talks under the stars . . .
She sighed, the water swaying her body gently. If only she could travel back in time, she'd have said something to Bardock. SOMETHING to stop him from going off with Olivia that night. SOMETHING after he woke up from recovery. SOMETING, before any of this mess ever happened.
Zucina held her breath and flipped over to dive down into the clear, red depths. The weightlessness of the water relaxed her. She was far from the hustle and bustle of the main city, and from any other cares. The sweet taste of freedom filled her with rapturous excitement. 'Maybe I need a break from the team,' she thought. 'Too bad I can't disappear for a while.'
Reluctantly, her face broke the surface, and she swam to shore. Her armor hung on a nearby branch, and she grabbed it. There was no where reliable for her to turn. Sure, Fasha wanted to help her, but she'd never understand. How could she? Ba-
"No," she ordered herself. "No more. Bardock is out of my grasp for good. I can't keep torturing myself like this!"
"I could not have said it better myself."
Zucina's heart stopped. That voice! It was the man who danced with her at the festival!
She whirled around, catching a glimpse of the red velvet before something hit her head and she saw no more.
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Zucina yawned and rubbed her head. "Goddess, I needed that sleep," she said merrily before opening her eyes. When she did, she gasped. She was in a large, posh bed, in the finest cloth in all the galaxy, and wearing a perfumed nightdress of red silk. The bedroom was dark, but the moonlight from the enormous windows gave enough light to see the magnificent furniture, brass linings glittering, and thick drapes over the bed and windows opened.
She tensed, Sayin senses flaring for any signs of movement. She wrapped the sheets around her, trying to blend in with the shadows. But she cried out again, taking in a whiff of her attire. If she now wore such finery, she must have been undressed!! Or fondled!! She shuddered at the thought of being taken advantage of.
'That stupid BASTARD,' her mind shouted. 'I don't care if he's filthy rich! This IS simply FILTHY!!!'
Mad as a hornet, she hopped out of bed, grabbed a robe, and stormed out the door. The hallways, as the room had been, were only lit by the moonlight. Searching for the highest energy in the building, Zucina followed it, ignoring the numerous paintings on the walls.
Without so much as a knock, Zucina nearly broke down the door between her and her captor. Still fuming with rage, she glared at the room's occupants.
All Sayins present in the long, fire-lit room sat at a long table. The armor they wore established them as the highest of noble births in the society. And each of them turned to Zucina in great surprise.
All except King Vegeta himself. He stood up. "Gentleman," he said, addressing the noblemen, "we wish to conclude this meeting for the day. Take each of your chairs with you. Guards," he shouted, clapping his hands twice. A dozen or so large, strong men lined up immediately. "Remove the table. Commander General, bring one cushioned chair." Nappa, separate from the guards, bowed before departing to follow through with his task.
Once all of the other were gone, King Vegeta strode to Zucina. He took one of her hands, kissed it gently, and said very quietly, "I trust you had a pleasant sleep, Princess of Angels."
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Zucina stood there, dumbstruck, torn between confusion and denial. "No . . .,"she muttered softly.
Nappa arrived with a chair. "Good," said the king. "Place it there, for my new mate to sit on."
Zucina re-gained her tongue. "I beg your pardon," she growled, "but I am no man's mate. Certainly not a scumbag kidnapper!"
Nappa dropped the chair and backed away from her, as though she carried something contagious. "Woman," he stuttered, "d-do you p-possibly not r-r-realize t-to whom you are s-speaking?!"
"Oh, I realize perfectly well," she stated, folding her arms in a familiar pose (more familiar by the moment, eh reviewers?). "And to me, he is nothing more then a scumbag kidnapper!"
To both the other's shock, King Vegeta laughed. "Just as We said, Nappa, a true fiery spirit! The soul of a princess!" He slightly bowed to Zucina. "Please, Lady Zucina. Do sit down."
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "I shall stand, thank you."
"As you wish. I only think of your comfort."
Nappa's face paled. "He referred to himself as I in front of a third class," he noted softly. Nervous, he started to leave.
"Nappa," snarled the king, "We gave no order for you to depart this room." He smiled. "We wish for you to witness this historic event."
"And what, prey-tell, is that," Zucina spat. "A Sayin woman refusing the king of Sayin's bed?"
"No, my dear, the formation of the next Super Sayin!"
He said the latter with such emphasis, that even Zucina flinched.
"The Sayin of legend, Sir," asked Nappa.
"Yes. Every Sayin learns the story passed on generation to generation. My early ancestor ascended to such an ultimate level of power that the universe trembled under him. Uno-sama only knows what his true power could have been had he not died.
"But Uno-sama came to me many zurals ago, and informed me that the eve of the Legendary Super Sayin is at hand. He promised me a SSJ for a son!"
The shadows created from the fire danced across his face, casting an emotional spell over his audience. "The day Lord Uno, Creator of Sayins, came to me, he offered me a SSJ son in exchange for my soul. This I gave gladly, for what else must a king offer for the glory of his people? The mate in which I must have this child was revealed to be you, Lady Zucina of Cucumbra.
"But, I admit, I was disgusted. How could a king, descendent of the Legendary Super Sayin, mate with a third class wench?! So, a had relations with many women of more noble baring, but all died giving birth to less then satisfactory children.
"Yet, even as I hated the thought, I followed your life. I allowed you to compete in the STP Tournament, even though I should have put you to death, even went so far as to allow you to ascend in status for it. I cleared your purchase of your slave's freedom. I kept an eye on you, disguised, on Amazonia when you fought the Catrl, hiding among their ranks like a common furball!" His face shook with pain at the memory. "Imagine . . . ME!! Among such FILTH!!"
He turned to her. "But I had to see you! After Recely died, I knew for a fact that you were the one! So, I wore my finest robe for the festival in order to meet you personally." He took her hands. "Such warmth! Such beauty! Such grace! Such incredible power!!
"Never did I expect to fall for you so! Not a third class! But, I have, and Lord Uno's promise had to be kept. I had planned to take you to the palace that night, but that damned captain interfered with that fight, so I had to emerge as my true self to stop it. And I could not show my feelings in front of the crowd publicly.
"Now, I have you here. You cannot escape your destiny, my dear. As a creation of Uno-sama, you must abide by His wishes!"
Zucina stared at him. "You're mental," she said. "Absolutely bonkers! I am no man's property! And I never will be!!"
That said, she made a dash for the door. Nappa acted instantly, gabbing her with his huge arms, squeezing the life from her.
"Do not harm her," the king ordered.
He needn't have. Zucina, mustering up all of her strength, burst out of Nappa's hold, punched his gut, grabbed HIS hands with her tiny ones, spun him around, and hurled him against the wall.
King Vegeta phase out and in front of her, placing an iron grip on each of her arms. Zucina, no match for him, struggled to kick herself free. "Do not struggle. You are mine already, whether you like it or not."
Using his teeth, he ripped at her nightgown. On her shoulder, just above her collar bone, was a healing bite mark. It symbolized an official mating, given just after first intercourse. Zucina recognized it at once, having noticed it on Fasha when she wore her dress at the Festival.
Horrible realization entered Zucina's mind like lead. She was trapped!! There was no escaping such a sacred mark, the Bond with a Mate. She had no choice.
Or had she?
A small whirl of wind whipped about Zucina, and sparks shot from her like electricity. Tears of anger and hatred filled her eyes as she glared at the stunned king. "If you are so well acquainted with my attacks, sir, then you will recognize this one. The Desperation Attack!*
"Allow me to explain for your feeble-minded servant. Basically, I reverse the flow of energy from my body to destroy anything around me. However, it leaves my body turned to stone."
King Vegeta watched in terror as the flow did indeed whip around her, and her vital signs begin failing. Bonded to her, he could sense her life draining away. "PLEASE," he shouted, falling to his knees before her. "I BEG OF YOU STOP THIS AT ONCE!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WISH!!!"
Zucina's head snapped downward intrigued by the sight. The once proud king, forced to his knees by a mere third class woman! It was so delicious, so deserving, she said, "What are your terms?"
"You must bare me an heir! That is my only wish!! JUST DON'T KILL YOURSELF!!!!!"
She sneered back. He may love her, but she DESPISED him! Still, watching him on the ground, pathetic and pleading, she felt pity. For the first time, Bardock's compassioned rubbed off.
"Here are my terms: I choose the child's caretaker. No one else is to know where I am, especially my teammates. They, in turn, are dismissed from any criminal activity they have committed in the past, present, and future. Agreed?"
"AGREED!!!"
Zucina powered down, and collapsed. King Vegeta ran to her and lifted her gently. "Oh, my love," he cooed, holding her closely, "never do such a dreadful thing like that again! You must bare this child in order to ensure the future of our dominant species."
Her eyes opened, and again she glared upon the king with contempt. "Whether you take my body or not, you cannot take my pride!** Anything connected to you I will hate, including whatever you farce me to bare!"
"But, Uno-sama -"
"And I wish never to hear such a terrible, filthy name again!"
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* - Desperation Attack - The same one Majin Vegeta used to try to kill Majin Buu
** - If that live doesn't sound like Vegeta, I don't know WHAT does!!
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Hey guys!! Bardock here!
Many moths have passed, and still no sign of Zucina. I'm getting worried, but somehow I think she's safe. Anyway, my baby son Radditz comes back from conquoring his first planet, and is assigned a mentor. But its . . . NO!! IT COULDN'T BE!!!!!
Next time on DragonballBC: Radditz's Mentor; Cole's Plan for Vengeance!!
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Fun Fact - I MADE her to be Vegeta's mother. Zuni-chan's persona, looks, etc. are all based on Prince Vegeta and family!! C'mon, how many Sayins have purple hair!?! Or carry a sword?!? Or are very short!?! Or have a natural rivalry/friendship with six-foot Sayins with crazy hair!?! And the PRIDE issues . . .
Okay, anyway, don't worry guys, I don't completely waste the love between B/Z. But I have made one unhappy Hobo (pun from the review).
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.
.
Keep your eyes open for the DBBC Movie, coming in May!