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WARNING: LEMON
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CHAPTER 5: FLASHBACK PART 4
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They were married on the first anniversary of the destruction of the androids, since it was also the anniversary of their meeting, in the same city and the same square. A huge pavilion had been set up to accommodate the hundreds of people who wanted to use it as an excuse to celebrate both the marriage and their freedom from fear.
As Bulma and the wedding coordinator argued about the final placement of the cake just hours before the wedding was due to take place ("You are NOT putting it next to the fountain where it can get SPLASHED!") Rose was trying to convince the politicians that her wedding wasn't the place for a rally. The media were out in force, and Trunks was trying unsuccessfully to get them to leave and both of them were about ready to take off to the mountains somewhere and elope.
Finally, Trunks just decided to take a page out of his father's book and powered up to Super Saiyan. Privately, Rose thought he looked great like that, especially in his wedding tuxedo, but she wasn't about to let him blast the reporters or the important political guests just because he was pissed off. She pushed past his anger and put a warning in his mind. *You'd better not, Trunks, or there isn't going to BE a wedding night!*
He grinned. *Don't worry. I'm just going to scare them.*
She snorted and turned to watch. The reporters had all become very quiet. They all knew that this was how he had looked while fighting the androids as Rose hadn't been the only one to see the battle and still escape the city. One industrious photographer had even managed to get him on tape during some of the slower exchanges. He just stood there, his fiery aura surrounding him and flaring around him, his teal eyes snapping and his golden hair standing out in spikes. He had allowed it to grow long again, as long as it had been during the Cell Games and unbound. He made such an impressive figure that no one in the room made a sound.
Bulma looked worried and was about to head over there, but Rose caught her eye and winked. The older woman choked a bit, stifling a giggle. Trunks spoke normally, but everyone in the room could hear him. "This day belongs to me and my wife! the rest of you are here as witnesses and as a courtesy, and that does NOT give you the right to harass us! If you continue, you will either leave or you will face the consequences." And with that he powered down and stalked off toward his mate, leaving the crowd buzzing.
Bulma grinned at her son. "You learned more than one thing from your father, didn't you?"
He chuckled. "They were just getting too pushy."
Rose hugged him and said, "Well, I have to go get ready now. I'll see you later, love." She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then turned to head toward the dressing room, Bulma following her to help.
They were all suddenly stopped by the appearance of two men in the room, two men with extremely large power levels and very familiar faces. Bulma cried out, "Goku?"
Trunks said, "Gohan? How-?"
Goku had a huge smile on his face, and so did Gohan, who was still missing his left arm. Goku said, "They're letting us come back for just one day. We've both got some credit up there since we've both saved the planet at least once, and we realized that you don't have either a best man or someone to play father of the bride, so we thought that this would be the best day to come!"
Gohan grinned. "You didn't think I'd miss your wedding day, did you little brother?"
Trunks started laughing and embraced his master and friend. Bulma had raced over to Goku and was hugging him fit to crush him. Rose just stood there, laughing her head off for a moment. Then she walked over to them and, grinning from ear to ear, said, "I'll have to have you two put into tuxes. You can't be a part of the ceremony in those clothes."
Goku rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we came prepared." He pulled a capsule out of his gi and activated it. Two dress bags appeared and the dead Saiyan picked them up by their hangers. "Where do we change?" Rose got an usher to show the two haloed men into the dressing rooms and then headed to the other side of them herself. Bulma hugged her son quickly and followed her.
Three hours later, the ceremony began. Goku stood with Rose at the entrance to the chapel, being happy to stand in as father of the bride. She decided that he didn't look bad in the tux. As they walked slowly down the aisle, she said to Goku, "I wish I could have known you two when you were alive, but I'm glad you're here now."
"Sure! Listen, I know you probably have a few questions, so ask me during the reception, okay?" She nodded, knowing that he was talking about the mark.
Then she turned her attention to the ceremony and to the man standing at the end of the aisle. He looked wonderful. His eyes seemed frozen as he looked at her, and he asked into her mind, *How did I get this lucky?*
She giggled silently and grinned. *An asshole named Q decided to drop me in your lap!*
Trunks smirked. *Silly girl.*
She reached the stage and Goku gave her arm to Trunks, grinning like an idiot. The preacher made his speech, and then they were ready for the vows, which they had written themselves. Rose went first. "I vow to love you, till eternity and beyond, to never touch another. I will always be there when you are troubled, when life refuses to turn the way you want it to, when tragedy strikes, and when sickness or injury lay their hands upon you. You are my life, my bonded love, my soul. With this ring, the unbroken circle which symbolizes eternity, I give my self to you in marriage." And she slid the ring onto his finger.
Then Trunks said, "In all that we've faced before we met each other, we were alone, though friends and family were with us. We could not share our hearts with any other, not even those most trusted of our family. You were among the stars, lost in them with your crew, trying to find your way back home, and you faced many dangers along the way. I was in the past, learning from a father who died here and who's pride would never allow him or me to show the weakness of emotion. But in finding each other, we have made ourselves whole, and I vow that this will always be so. I will be there when you need me, I will protect you from all danger, and I will always love you. With this ring, the unbroken circle, I give myself to you in marriage." And he put the matching band on her finger.
The preacher said, "If any here have cause to deny these two the bonds of marriage, let them speak now, or forever hold their piece." Trunks glared at the audience and Rose giggled. No one even breathed. The preacher grinned and said, "Then by the power vested in me by the Capital City and by the Gods, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss your bride."
Trunks lifted the veil from before her face and smiled at her. *You look great, you know.*
She grinned and nodded. *So do you.*
Trunks put his arms around her waist and she put hers as far around his large shoulders as they would go, and as they kissed, the entire audience erupted into applause and cheering. They broke the kiss and descended from the stage, closely followed by their entourage and the music from the organ.
x x x
At the reception, Goku told her everything he knew about the effects of the bond. Being able to hear each other's thoughts and feelings brought it's own set of problems, namely the fact that if you were fighting, there was no where to escape to, but the joys far outweighed the drawbacks. She was glad he was here to talk to, even if she would never be able to again. She could see why Bulma thought the world of him.
She and Trunks left the pavilion in a hail of rose petals after the dinner was over. There had been one major fiasco when the dead Saiyans attacked the buffet, leaving virtually nothing for the guests to eat. Rose'd had to threaten to kick them back to the Otherworld if they didn't keep their hands out of the cake. Trunks had backed her up, saying, "Believe her, Goku. If I'm not using my Saiyan strength, she regularly kicks my butt when we're sparring."
Trunks flew her to the place where they'd first made love and set her on the ground gently. He took off the coat and tie, just standing there with her in the clearing in the white shirt and black pants. He removed it all slowly and then came to her and began unfastening the white gown. He first removed the skirt and she stepped out of it as it reached the ground, then he took off the little white shoes. Then he took the lace garter off, sliding his hands down her leg as he went and sending a shiver straight through her. Next off was the fancily decorated top bodice and she was left standing in nothing but a simple white cotton leotard that extended from her shoulders to her crotch. This he slid down her form until it pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it, completely nude, just as he was. He stood there for a moment, just admiring her, then moved closer to her.
Finally, she started to get impatient and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping, using leverage to get her long legs around his waist and lock them together. He grabbed her around her own to keep her from falling as she kissed him passionately, needing him, and he returned it with just as much passion. He went to his knees and laid her back on the soft earth. She could tell he was feeling playful about this by his state of mind, so she had some warning when he started to tease her, kissing her breasts and licking them. Then he moved down her body, just tracing his tongue over her abs, making her moan a little, then moving to just above her womanhood and blowing gently at her, making the hairs shift slightly and making her nerves light on fire.
He moved back up and kissed her again on the mouth, letting the kiss wax passionate as she opened her mouth to allow him access. Their tongues battled for supremacy for a while and then he entered her gently, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He set an easy rhythm and entered her mind with the same deftness as he had entered her body, lowering his own barriers as she entered his. They felt each others' pleasures, which doubled as their minds made that most intimate contact. As he spilled his seed, filling her up, she climaxed and they wrapped around each other's thoughts and emotions, more one now than at any other time. They crashed together and curled up, both exhausted and sated, completely inseperate, and fell asleep, still joined together in perfect union.
x x x
Three years later, Rose had some good news for her husband. She yelled at him to come out of the gravity room that had been Bulma's wedding present to her son. He obeyed her quickly enough, grabbing a towel as he turned off the gravity and wiping off the sweat that covered his torso. He walked in and saw the grin on her face and knew that she had a secret. He laughed once at her face and said, "Well? What's got you so giggly?" Then he looked at the table and saw a box that said "Pregnancy Test." He looked back at her quickly. Rose giggled and let down her mental barriers for him as she held up the little stick that was hidden in her hand. It was blue on the end.
Surprised and delighted, Trunks slipped into her mind, confirming the results. He started laughing and picked her up by the waist, twirling her around. She laughed with him as he sent his mind ranging through her and focusing on the tiny ki inside of her. It was already strong, which pleased him greatly. Trunks' rapture at the knowledge that he was going to become a father flooded over the both of them and he carried her off to the bedroom to express it a bit more thoroughly.
x x x
Rose pushed one more time, fighting the incredible pain, and finally the little boy was outside, screaming his head off. The doctor picked him up and handed him off to one of the nurses to be cleaned, and Rose fell back onto the inclined bed exhausted. Trunks was beside her and his hand was bleeding because in pain she'd dug her nails into his skin, but he was unconcerned with it, only with the fact that his mate was hurting. He wished fervently that he had a senzu bean, but he knew that the last of them had been used long ago during the time of the androids.
The child's cries brought a tired smile to her lips. She had been waiting for eight months to see him, and even though she was in a great deal of pain, she couldn't wait to look at his face. The doctor dealt the afterbirth and by then the little boy was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. They brought him to her and she held him, Trunks looking at him over her shoulder, and smiled. He was beautiful. His hair was red like hers, and though there wasn't much of it yet, it looked like it was going to stand straight up like his grandfather's. He had his father's face, but his eyes were hers, big, green and soulful. His cries stopped as she held him and he fell asleep, exhausted by his ordeal, and his tail looped around her wrist with surprising strength. Even at this age, he was very strong.
Trunks smiled down at her and kissed her sweat soaked brow. "Did you decide what to name him yet?"
She nodded. "Since he has my father's color and your father's style in his hair, I'll name him for both of them. Benjamin Vegeta Briefs."
x x x
Thirteen years and a few months later, Rose came home to find it empty. She had been in town shopping for more food, as trying to keep up with Saiyan appetites was quite a chore, and she was about to get started on dinner. It was only a moment after she walked in the door that she realized something was wrong. Not with the absence of her husband and son, as they were probably in the gravity room, but with the house itself. There was a distinct presence that she had never before felt, and she was surprised by the darkness of it. This was evil! She heard a small sound and whipped around to see something she never had before.
The alien was seven feet tall, blue skinned, and had large pointed ears. He was otherwise humanoid and had straight white hair that cascaded down his back. He wore a black cassock and a gray shirt underneath and a black belt and shoes. On his forehead was a black gem-like protuberance, and his eyes, which were looking her up and down as if she were a piece of meat, were black as well.
She supposed that the alien wanted her to be frightened, so she decided to act defiant instead. Angrily, she shouted at him, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY HOUSE!?"
The thing just grinned. "I suppose it was rude of me to come in without knocking, but you see, I have an engagement with you, Ensign Palmer." Rose stiffened. Not only was he not using her married name, but he was using her rank in Starfleet! No one had called her "Ensign" in nearly twenty years. How did HE know?
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
"Yes I should introduce myself. I'm Darijan. Under Frieza's rule, I enjoyed the position of being his chief torture artist. I was especially suited for this because of my empathic abilities, especially when he wanted to torture Saiyans. It is very difficult to torture someone when they are fifty times stronger than you are, not to mention their annoying ability to become stronger after suffering a near death experience. But since a Saiyan mates for life, and the bond is such a strong one, that is much easier to act upon. Merely capture one, making certain that they are completely tranquilized, and the mate will surely appear. Then all I had to do was act on the bond and break it with my mind. This, of course, will kill them both, but it is slow, and agonizing, especially if you keep them chained in the same room where they can see each other but not touch. The shattered bond is strengthened just a bit when you do that, making them sure to survive longer in the pain.
"Unfortunately, I was stopped by Prince Vegeta. Imagine my humiliation, being beaten by a boy of only five years. Oh well, I never was a fighter." Rose stared at him confused and frightened beyond belief. "No doubt you're wondering how, if Vegeta killed me, am I standing in your living room. Well, a gentleman who called himself Q let me out of Hell, giving me back my body and told me that the price of this was to find the last Saiyan and destroy him. Well that led me here. And here I find this beautiful woman, and I know that you are his mate. How perfect!" She turned to run, but there were three men in her way. "Oh, no, my sweet, I cannot allow you to escape that easily." He moved toward her, attempting to touch her forehead.
She wouldn't be taken so easily. She had learned much from her husband over the years about controlling her energy, and she fired a blast through the opposite wall, giving her an escape route into the woods.
x x x
WARNING: LEMON
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CHAPTER 5: FLASHBACK PART 4
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They were married on the first anniversary of the destruction of the androids, since it was also the anniversary of their meeting, in the same city and the same square. A huge pavilion had been set up to accommodate the hundreds of people who wanted to use it as an excuse to celebrate both the marriage and their freedom from fear.
As Bulma and the wedding coordinator argued about the final placement of the cake just hours before the wedding was due to take place ("You are NOT putting it next to the fountain where it can get SPLASHED!") Rose was trying to convince the politicians that her wedding wasn't the place for a rally. The media were out in force, and Trunks was trying unsuccessfully to get them to leave and both of them were about ready to take off to the mountains somewhere and elope.
Finally, Trunks just decided to take a page out of his father's book and powered up to Super Saiyan. Privately, Rose thought he looked great like that, especially in his wedding tuxedo, but she wasn't about to let him blast the reporters or the important political guests just because he was pissed off. She pushed past his anger and put a warning in his mind. *You'd better not, Trunks, or there isn't going to BE a wedding night!*
He grinned. *Don't worry. I'm just going to scare them.*
She snorted and turned to watch. The reporters had all become very quiet. They all knew that this was how he had looked while fighting the androids as Rose hadn't been the only one to see the battle and still escape the city. One industrious photographer had even managed to get him on tape during some of the slower exchanges. He just stood there, his fiery aura surrounding him and flaring around him, his teal eyes snapping and his golden hair standing out in spikes. He had allowed it to grow long again, as long as it had been during the Cell Games and unbound. He made such an impressive figure that no one in the room made a sound.
Bulma looked worried and was about to head over there, but Rose caught her eye and winked. The older woman choked a bit, stifling a giggle. Trunks spoke normally, but everyone in the room could hear him. "This day belongs to me and my wife! the rest of you are here as witnesses and as a courtesy, and that does NOT give you the right to harass us! If you continue, you will either leave or you will face the consequences." And with that he powered down and stalked off toward his mate, leaving the crowd buzzing.
Bulma grinned at her son. "You learned more than one thing from your father, didn't you?"
He chuckled. "They were just getting too pushy."
Rose hugged him and said, "Well, I have to go get ready now. I'll see you later, love." She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then turned to head toward the dressing room, Bulma following her to help.
They were all suddenly stopped by the appearance of two men in the room, two men with extremely large power levels and very familiar faces. Bulma cried out, "Goku?"
Trunks said, "Gohan? How-?"
Goku had a huge smile on his face, and so did Gohan, who was still missing his left arm. Goku said, "They're letting us come back for just one day. We've both got some credit up there since we've both saved the planet at least once, and we realized that you don't have either a best man or someone to play father of the bride, so we thought that this would be the best day to come!"
Gohan grinned. "You didn't think I'd miss your wedding day, did you little brother?"
Trunks started laughing and embraced his master and friend. Bulma had raced over to Goku and was hugging him fit to crush him. Rose just stood there, laughing her head off for a moment. Then she walked over to them and, grinning from ear to ear, said, "I'll have to have you two put into tuxes. You can't be a part of the ceremony in those clothes."
Goku rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we came prepared." He pulled a capsule out of his gi and activated it. Two dress bags appeared and the dead Saiyan picked them up by their hangers. "Where do we change?" Rose got an usher to show the two haloed men into the dressing rooms and then headed to the other side of them herself. Bulma hugged her son quickly and followed her.
Three hours later, the ceremony began. Goku stood with Rose at the entrance to the chapel, being happy to stand in as father of the bride. She decided that he didn't look bad in the tux. As they walked slowly down the aisle, she said to Goku, "I wish I could have known you two when you were alive, but I'm glad you're here now."
"Sure! Listen, I know you probably have a few questions, so ask me during the reception, okay?" She nodded, knowing that he was talking about the mark.
Then she turned her attention to the ceremony and to the man standing at the end of the aisle. He looked wonderful. His eyes seemed frozen as he looked at her, and he asked into her mind, *How did I get this lucky?*
She giggled silently and grinned. *An asshole named Q decided to drop me in your lap!*
Trunks smirked. *Silly girl.*
She reached the stage and Goku gave her arm to Trunks, grinning like an idiot. The preacher made his speech, and then they were ready for the vows, which they had written themselves. Rose went first. "I vow to love you, till eternity and beyond, to never touch another. I will always be there when you are troubled, when life refuses to turn the way you want it to, when tragedy strikes, and when sickness or injury lay their hands upon you. You are my life, my bonded love, my soul. With this ring, the unbroken circle which symbolizes eternity, I give my self to you in marriage." And she slid the ring onto his finger.
Then Trunks said, "In all that we've faced before we met each other, we were alone, though friends and family were with us. We could not share our hearts with any other, not even those most trusted of our family. You were among the stars, lost in them with your crew, trying to find your way back home, and you faced many dangers along the way. I was in the past, learning from a father who died here and who's pride would never allow him or me to show the weakness of emotion. But in finding each other, we have made ourselves whole, and I vow that this will always be so. I will be there when you need me, I will protect you from all danger, and I will always love you. With this ring, the unbroken circle, I give myself to you in marriage." And he put the matching band on her finger.
The preacher said, "If any here have cause to deny these two the bonds of marriage, let them speak now, or forever hold their piece." Trunks glared at the audience and Rose giggled. No one even breathed. The preacher grinned and said, "Then by the power vested in me by the Capital City and by the Gods, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss your bride."
Trunks lifted the veil from before her face and smiled at her. *You look great, you know.*
She grinned and nodded. *So do you.*
Trunks put his arms around her waist and she put hers as far around his large shoulders as they would go, and as they kissed, the entire audience erupted into applause and cheering. They broke the kiss and descended from the stage, closely followed by their entourage and the music from the organ.
x x x
At the reception, Goku told her everything he knew about the effects of the bond. Being able to hear each other's thoughts and feelings brought it's own set of problems, namely the fact that if you were fighting, there was no where to escape to, but the joys far outweighed the drawbacks. She was glad he was here to talk to, even if she would never be able to again. She could see why Bulma thought the world of him.
She and Trunks left the pavilion in a hail of rose petals after the dinner was over. There had been one major fiasco when the dead Saiyans attacked the buffet, leaving virtually nothing for the guests to eat. Rose'd had to threaten to kick them back to the Otherworld if they didn't keep their hands out of the cake. Trunks had backed her up, saying, "Believe her, Goku. If I'm not using my Saiyan strength, she regularly kicks my butt when we're sparring."
Trunks flew her to the place where they'd first made love and set her on the ground gently. He took off the coat and tie, just standing there with her in the clearing in the white shirt and black pants. He removed it all slowly and then came to her and began unfastening the white gown. He first removed the skirt and she stepped out of it as it reached the ground, then he took off the little white shoes. Then he took the lace garter off, sliding his hands down her leg as he went and sending a shiver straight through her. Next off was the fancily decorated top bodice and she was left standing in nothing but a simple white cotton leotard that extended from her shoulders to her crotch. This he slid down her form until it pooled around her ankles and she stepped out of it, completely nude, just as he was. He stood there for a moment, just admiring her, then moved closer to her.
Finally, she started to get impatient and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping, using leverage to get her long legs around his waist and lock them together. He grabbed her around her own to keep her from falling as she kissed him passionately, needing him, and he returned it with just as much passion. He went to his knees and laid her back on the soft earth. She could tell he was feeling playful about this by his state of mind, so she had some warning when he started to tease her, kissing her breasts and licking them. Then he moved down her body, just tracing his tongue over her abs, making her moan a little, then moving to just above her womanhood and blowing gently at her, making the hairs shift slightly and making her nerves light on fire.
He moved back up and kissed her again on the mouth, letting the kiss wax passionate as she opened her mouth to allow him access. Their tongues battled for supremacy for a while and then he entered her gently, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He set an easy rhythm and entered her mind with the same deftness as he had entered her body, lowering his own barriers as she entered his. They felt each others' pleasures, which doubled as their minds made that most intimate contact. As he spilled his seed, filling her up, she climaxed and they wrapped around each other's thoughts and emotions, more one now than at any other time. They crashed together and curled up, both exhausted and sated, completely inseperate, and fell asleep, still joined together in perfect union.
x x x
Three years later, Rose had some good news for her husband. She yelled at him to come out of the gravity room that had been Bulma's wedding present to her son. He obeyed her quickly enough, grabbing a towel as he turned off the gravity and wiping off the sweat that covered his torso. He walked in and saw the grin on her face and knew that she had a secret. He laughed once at her face and said, "Well? What's got you so giggly?" Then he looked at the table and saw a box that said "Pregnancy Test." He looked back at her quickly. Rose giggled and let down her mental barriers for him as she held up the little stick that was hidden in her hand. It was blue on the end.
Surprised and delighted, Trunks slipped into her mind, confirming the results. He started laughing and picked her up by the waist, twirling her around. She laughed with him as he sent his mind ranging through her and focusing on the tiny ki inside of her. It was already strong, which pleased him greatly. Trunks' rapture at the knowledge that he was going to become a father flooded over the both of them and he carried her off to the bedroom to express it a bit more thoroughly.
x x x
Rose pushed one more time, fighting the incredible pain, and finally the little boy was outside, screaming his head off. The doctor picked him up and handed him off to one of the nurses to be cleaned, and Rose fell back onto the inclined bed exhausted. Trunks was beside her and his hand was bleeding because in pain she'd dug her nails into his skin, but he was unconcerned with it, only with the fact that his mate was hurting. He wished fervently that he had a senzu bean, but he knew that the last of them had been used long ago during the time of the androids.
The child's cries brought a tired smile to her lips. She had been waiting for eight months to see him, and even though she was in a great deal of pain, she couldn't wait to look at his face. The doctor dealt the afterbirth and by then the little boy was cleaned and wrapped in a blanket. They brought him to her and she held him, Trunks looking at him over her shoulder, and smiled. He was beautiful. His hair was red like hers, and though there wasn't much of it yet, it looked like it was going to stand straight up like his grandfather's. He had his father's face, but his eyes were hers, big, green and soulful. His cries stopped as she held him and he fell asleep, exhausted by his ordeal, and his tail looped around her wrist with surprising strength. Even at this age, he was very strong.
Trunks smiled down at her and kissed her sweat soaked brow. "Did you decide what to name him yet?"
She nodded. "Since he has my father's color and your father's style in his hair, I'll name him for both of them. Benjamin Vegeta Briefs."
x x x
Thirteen years and a few months later, Rose came home to find it empty. She had been in town shopping for more food, as trying to keep up with Saiyan appetites was quite a chore, and she was about to get started on dinner. It was only a moment after she walked in the door that she realized something was wrong. Not with the absence of her husband and son, as they were probably in the gravity room, but with the house itself. There was a distinct presence that she had never before felt, and she was surprised by the darkness of it. This was evil! She heard a small sound and whipped around to see something she never had before.
The alien was seven feet tall, blue skinned, and had large pointed ears. He was otherwise humanoid and had straight white hair that cascaded down his back. He wore a black cassock and a gray shirt underneath and a black belt and shoes. On his forehead was a black gem-like protuberance, and his eyes, which were looking her up and down as if she were a piece of meat, were black as well.
She supposed that the alien wanted her to be frightened, so she decided to act defiant instead. Angrily, she shouted at him, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING IN MY HOUSE!?"
The thing just grinned. "I suppose it was rude of me to come in without knocking, but you see, I have an engagement with you, Ensign Palmer." Rose stiffened. Not only was he not using her married name, but he was using her rank in Starfleet! No one had called her "Ensign" in nearly twenty years. How did HE know?
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
"Yes I should introduce myself. I'm Darijan. Under Frieza's rule, I enjoyed the position of being his chief torture artist. I was especially suited for this because of my empathic abilities, especially when he wanted to torture Saiyans. It is very difficult to torture someone when they are fifty times stronger than you are, not to mention their annoying ability to become stronger after suffering a near death experience. But since a Saiyan mates for life, and the bond is such a strong one, that is much easier to act upon. Merely capture one, making certain that they are completely tranquilized, and the mate will surely appear. Then all I had to do was act on the bond and break it with my mind. This, of course, will kill them both, but it is slow, and agonizing, especially if you keep them chained in the same room where they can see each other but not touch. The shattered bond is strengthened just a bit when you do that, making them sure to survive longer in the pain.
"Unfortunately, I was stopped by Prince Vegeta. Imagine my humiliation, being beaten by a boy of only five years. Oh well, I never was a fighter." Rose stared at him confused and frightened beyond belief. "No doubt you're wondering how, if Vegeta killed me, am I standing in your living room. Well, a gentleman who called himself Q let me out of Hell, giving me back my body and told me that the price of this was to find the last Saiyan and destroy him. Well that led me here. And here I find this beautiful woman, and I know that you are his mate. How perfect!" She turned to run, but there were three men in her way. "Oh, no, my sweet, I cannot allow you to escape that easily." He moved toward her, attempting to touch her forehead.
She wouldn't be taken so easily. She had learned much from her husband over the years about controlling her energy, and she fired a blast through the opposite wall, giving her an escape route into the woods.
x x x