Last time:
"I'm aware. Bu-"
"Can you hear me Vegeta?"
It was the woman.
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I looked around Terrak's kitchen, as if expecting the aqua haired vixen to be standing next to the cauldron, arms crossed and angry. But the only beings the room held were myself and my alien friend. I sighed deeply, glaring down at my soup; was I hearing things?
"Vegeta, please, if you can hear me, answer me."
There it was again; I wasn't imagining it, she was calling out to me.
"Vegeta, is something wrong?" Terrak asked, narrowing his brow in confusion. I must have been mumbling to myself.
"I-er-no," I falter some, but regain my composure and take a large gulp of soup.
"Are you sure? You seem slightly off. Are you ill?"
"Ill?" I shake my head. "No, I'm fine. Now what were you saying?" Anything to get off the subject.
"I-well, we were discussing your mate-er-former mate."
"Ah, yes. As I said, she is an Earthling, not a Saiyan. Unworthy."
"Unworthy of what?" Terrak's mind was now completely on our conversation again; good. "Unworthy of bedding with you?"
"Of course not."
"Then what?" he snapped, his anger rising again.
"Unworthy of being my mate. Only a Saiyan is worthy of that."
"Yet you share a child together. It sounds to me that she already is your mate." He sighed deeply, pushing his bowl of soup away. "I'm disappointed in you, Vegeta."
"Disappointed?" I laugh, sipping some more soup; my appetite is suddenly back. "My, my, I never thought I'd see the day. Terrak, my friend, you must understand. I could not very well be tied down by Earthly connections when my purpose is far greater."
"Far greater purpose than caring for and defending your mate? Like what?"
"L-"
"I hardly see anything more important than your duty as a mate and a father. Frieza is gone; your own son killed him. Are you not proud of his accomplishments? Is he not worthy of your presence? Had your training to him all been just to prepare him for your departure?"
"I did not train him."
"Did not-Then how-?"
"He was from the future," I sigh, knowing this conversation will drag on like this for quite sometime. I should have known better than to mention that foul half-breed.
"He's not foul!" I hear the woman snap, as if she's right beside me. I ignore her though, trying to focus all my thoughts on Terrak. I will deal with her in private, later. "Fine, deal with me later. I'll be here."
"The future?" Terrak raised an eyebrow at me. "Earth has achieved time travel already?"
"No, I said he was from the future. He and his mother built a time machine in the future. He traveled back in time, killed Frieza, and warned us about another threat."
"How old was he then?"
"Which one?"
"The-a-er-both."
"The infant was just that, an infant. My future son was 15 or 16 years old, hard to tell."
"And his trainer?"
"Kakarot's half-breed, of the future."
"And what was his warning?"
"Kami," I groan, but proceed in explaining the events that took place on Earth from when Trunks first came to the past, all the way until the androids and Cell were defeated.
"You've lead quite an amazing life on Earth, Vegeta. Why leave? I daresay adventure seems to follow you."
"I left to live without bounds. Why can't you understand that? All my life I've had bounds, and now that I am finally free, I have you here, telling me to go back into bondage."
"No, I'm telling you to do what you know in your heart is right. And don't sneer at that, I know you have a heart Vegeta, if not we would not be friends." He sighed, grabbing back his soup, its contents probably near cold by now. "All I'm saying is that having a family does not bind you the way you were bound with Frieza. He held you prisoner, against your will. I doubt your former mate did more than ask for you to stay."
"My being there, having them to be responsible for, holds me tighter than Frieza ever did. I cannot put myself willingly back into that."
"You act like it's a bad thing that you have a lovely mate and a son who love you. Can't you see that their hold is a good one?"
"I cannot have any hold, Terrak. I need to live as I always wanted, and now is my chance. I came here to see you, to stay with you for a short time, and then I'll be on my way, living my life according to me."
"And what will you do? What's out there for you Vegeta? Are you planning on creating a new Planet Vegeta, a new empire of murders and purging?"
"My plans are for myself alone."
"What kind of a life is that, jumping from planet to planet, having no stability? Wasn't the reason you wanted immortality to kill Frieza? And now, now that he's gone, what else does the universe hold for you?" I was about to speak, when he continued. "I think it's time you settled down Vegeta. Nothing bad can come from that." Again I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. "What would you have done after you killed Frieza, after you achieved immortality? What meaning would life have?"
"Why are you pushing this so?" I growl. "My life is not up to you to decide. You made your decisions based on what you thought was right, and that's how I make mine."
"And you believe that abandoning your former mate and son is the right thing?"
"It's the only thing."
"Only thing? And nothing that I mentioned is able to be done? You can't get back in your ship, go to Earth, and do exactly as I've said? No, you're right, that's too damn difficult." His was furious now, eyes narrowed darkly at me, as he stood and discarded his bowl in a barrel behind him. "I guess you're too weak for something like that."
"Listen to him you fool!" Again the woman interrupts me. Is there no escaping her?
"Stay out of my thoughts!" I yell aloud by accident, causing Terrak's eyes to widen. He looked at me for a long moment, then a wide smile spread across his face.
"I understand now," he sighed, with a hint of laughter. "You are not running because you do not love her, you're running because you DO!" His laughter rang in my ears like a million shooting kai blasts, piercing my drums. When his laughter died down, he continued, oblivious to my anger. "My, my Vegeta, I would have never thought that possible. You, the mighty Saiyan Prince, in love with an Earthling. But ah! Here's the evidence; you can hear her thoughts and she can hear yours." His face softened into a smaller smile, his voice no longer laughing. "Go home to her Vegeta and stop running from what you fear."
"Fear!?" I roar. "Fear!? My leaving had nothing to do with fear!"
"Ah, but it did, my friend." His voice regained a slight chuckle. "In my book travels with my daughter we found many references to Saiyan love, all of which said that Saiyan fear love for many reasons; they do not understand it, they were taught it was bad, they were taught it can cause death in battle. But where are you going to battle, Vegeta? Why do you need to battle when you can live in peace? Wasn't the point of killing Frieza to have just that?"
I was silent, glaring angrily at him. Who did he think he was, telling me such things? I'm a Saiyan, I know my history, I know what I am to do. And what I am to do does not involve that onna or her dirty son!
"What do you know of a warrior's duties?" I finally say, not being able to think of anything else. "You've lived your entire life in peace. You're too comfortable in it. If you had just one moment of the battle field-"
"It has been many years since we've seen each other Vegeta. Don't assume so much."
"What am I assuming?"
"That I have not been in battle."
"Have you? When? Who attacked Deveron? Why did I now know of this?"
"Vegeta," he laughed. "How could you have known of this? From what you told me, while I was in battle, you were training or in battle yourself, paying no attention to anything but that happenings on Earth." He paused, then continued. "Deveron was attacked by some rogue Hellaferfs. They we traveling through and ran out of some supplies and decided to purge here." He paused again, taking a deep, almost painful looking, breath. "I alone fought for our family. I made Serria stay home, for not one week before the attack, she had given birth to Wella." He looked up at me, a stern look in his eyes. "The ONLY reason I was able to stay alive was knowing that if I did I would see my wife and daughter again. That's what I had that was worth fighting for, worth living for. What do you have now that's worth living for, Vegeta? What does the universe hold that could ease a warrior's heart? Do you plan on going into battle on another battle, simply for the thrill? Where can you go, Vegeta, that the planet does not recognize and fear your name?"
"Being in battle once does not make you a warrior."
"And what was that you were going to say before, about 'one moment on the battle field'? I think my time constitutes as that. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to be wrong this time. The only thing I will believe is that you fear returning, for you fear love and acceptance that you've never known before."
"The only thing I fear, Terrak, is not being able to hold my temper long enough to keep from killing you," I growl, gripping the edges of the table in hopes of keeping myself rooted to my seat.
"Then I suggest you leave." His eyes were narrowed at me as he said this, then lifted his arm and pointed at the doorway. "I will not have such things under my roof." His glare softened some, as I stood, and he said, "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Vegeta, but I cannot stand by and say nothing while you make the worst mistake of your life. I only hope you realize I'm right before it's too late." He bowed respectfully at the waist, eyes now beginning to gleam in sadness. "I wish you well, old friend."
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"Ok, what do you want, woman?" I ask in my mind, settling down in my chair in the ship's control room. I am still bitter about how things were left with Terrak, but I could not stay there a moment longer.
"Er-a-Vegeta?" comes her reply. I must have woken her; oh well.
"No, it's Kami," I grunt, rolling my eyes.
"Well it's about time." Her mind's voice is angry now, fully awake. "Where the hell have you been? Where are you? Why wouldn't you answer me? What the hell is your problem?"
"Deveron. Space. Didn't want to. You."
"You're such an ass, you know that?"
"Is that all you contacted me for?"
"Come home, Vegeta," she nearly whimpers, suddenly soft and saddened. "I don't want to marry Yamcha."
"I have no place there."
"Your place is as father!" she snaps, angry again. "Weren't you listening to a word your friend said? I could hear all his thoughts as you heard them, Vegeta. I know what was said and he is right, about everything. Why can't you just see that?"
"Did you not listen to a word I said? If you had, you'd know exactly why I am not returning, and never will!"
"You're so pathetic. And here I thought you were strong."
There's a suddenly feeling of loneliness, as if being disconnected from the Earth telephone. She's gone now, I can feel it, somehow blocking me out, focusing her thoughts elsewhere. I reach to grab something of her, a thought that will tell me what's happened, but I find nothing. She must have been training herself since I was away.
"Damn woman," I mutter, glaring out the window into open space. Who the hell did she think she was? And Terrak? I don't see him for decades and he thinks he can tell me what to do? Has the universe turned upside down?
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The woman is crawling towards me, a devilish smirk on her face, decked out in one of her lacy outfits that leave hardly anything to the imagination; luckily though I do not need to imagine.
"Vegeta," she purrs in her husky voice that she uses when we bed together.
I smirk up at her as she climbs onto of me, straddling my hips, her warm thighs pressing against my skin. She smiles at this, leaning down to capture my lips with her own, giving me her intoxicating kiss. I don't know how I could have thought of refusing her before when my body needs her so badly right now.
"This had got to go, woman," I whisper, pulling at the thin straps of her lingerie.
"Ah, ah, ahh, Vegeta." She slaps my hands away and hops off of me.
"Wo-"
"Shh." Her voice seems to lull me into submission, and I watch with wide eyes as she begins to peal off her garment with such agonizing slowness that I almost jump up and rip it off her. The lace passes over her breasts, causing them to topple into place, plump with perky nipples, showing her want. She gets midway to her hips, but stops, smirking at me.
"Tell me Vegeta," she purrs. "How much do you want me?"
I swallow a painfully large gulp in my throat, finding my mouth suddenly dry, my voice completely gone.
She leans over me, breasts touching my bare chest, breathing steady. Her hair frames her face in a way that makes me want her even more; messy for the most part, but soft and good smelling. And HER scent; KAMI! It's driving me mad! I can almost taste her sweet juices they are so thick in the air. I know her want, her need, for me, just as she surely knows mine for her by the bulge in my ever tightening night bottoms.
"Come now Vegeta." Her voice is huskier, bending me more and more into a drooling hormone driven savage. "I need to know," she breathes, rubbing her hands over her hot flesh, playing with the rim of her lingerie, teasing me.
"I can't stand another moment without you woman!" I grab her, pulling her forcefully atop of me, her soft breasts pushing up against my chest. I go for her remaining clothing, ripping it off to reveal-
I shoot up in bed, covered in a passion sweat, my mid-section showing the effects of the memory dream. Why did such pleasurable thoughts have to enter my mind? Why could I not just be left alone to live my life as I saw fit? Why was everyone telling me to go against my better judgment and do what I do not wish to do?
"Nice memory, eh Vegeta?"
"Shut up woman."
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Flashback:
My father has summoned me to his chambers, a most unusual occurrence, for I have always had to meet him in the throne room. Resadiv is accompanying me there, another first, of which I am quite curious about. Something has happened, that much I know for sure, for what other reason can there be? If this were ordinary I would be heading for the throne room, alone.
Upon entering his chambers, I notice straight away that my mother is there, seemingly happy, though her eyes suggest great pain. I make to go to her, but am pulled back, my father grabbing by ceremonial cape and fling me in the opposite direction.
"Stay back from her, Vegeta," he warns, sending her an angry glare. Now I am beyond confused. Why can't I speak to my own mother? Stay back from her? When has he ever used that command with me?
"Father, what is going on? Why are we meeting here, in your bedchambers? Why is mother-?"
"Silence Vegeta. You are to listen from here on out, is that quite understood?"
I nod my head, telling him that I understand, but my mind is still on my mother, who is starring off as she sits in a straight-backed chair in the corner. I glance around the room quickly, taking in everything, for I have never been permitted here before; there is a large four-poster bed in the center of the room, draped in fine fabric of royal blue and trimmed with gold, a large hand-carved wooden desk where the straight-backed chair should be, an armoire, several statues and paintings of Saiyan royals and warriors, three other doors than the one I entered, a dozen and a half servants, all who looked positively terrified, and a man, dressed in third-class warrior armor, bound in chains and held at the arm by a guard, who I have not seen before.
"There are going to be some drastic changes around here, of which I have no control over." He sighed deeply, shooting another glare at my mother. Why was he so angry with her? Sure, they didn't get along sometimes, but she must have done something very unSaiyan-like to receive such heated looks. "Your mother," he sneers at the word, "has become involved in acts that have disgraced the Saiyan name and the royal blood-line. For her disservices she will be dealt with in the only way fit; execution."
I gasp audibly, covering my hand over my mouth. No, this is not happening, he did not just say what I think I heard. I am dreaming, Resadiv will come soon, she will wake me, this will all be over in moments.
But it is not a mere nightmare, and I know this, for my mind could never create such a horrid vision, such an undesirable fate.
My father continues as if I have no moved an inch. "She was caught, this evening, fornicating in the chambers of this man." Again he sneers, this time as the word "man", and gestures to the third-class warrior in shackles. "It is my duty, and pleasure-" His lips curl into a smirk. "-to discard of both your mother and her accomplice. Forgive me, son, for taking her away, but I have a duty to protect you."
"Protect him from what, Vegeta?" my mother says, obvious snore in her voice; she and my father never held each other's company well, I rarely saw them smile. "I am not likely to harm my own son, and neither is Karrok." She too gestures to the third-class. "Tell him why you're really doing this."
"Silence!" he finally shouts, balling his fists so tight I see sparks flicker near them.
"Vegeta, darling." She is speaking to me now. "Your father is sentencing me to death because he is jealous of Karrok, and ashamed of me going behind his back. He cannot deal with any defiance, therefore I am to be rid of." She smiles warmly at me, then adds, and she sneers at my father, "He fears love, Vegeta. I only hope you are not such a coward as him."
"I said, silence!" My father is nearly the end of his patience. Soon kai blasts will be shooting around the room. "Guards, take them away. We are through here."
"Remember my words Vegeta!" my mother shouts as she's being forced from the chambers.
I reach my hand out to her, but am pulled back roughly and thrown to the floor.
"Mother!" I finally call after her, tears welling up in my eyes; but it is too late, she's already gone.
End Flashback:
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"I'm aware. Bu-"
"Can you hear me Vegeta?"
It was the woman.
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I looked around Terrak's kitchen, as if expecting the aqua haired vixen to be standing next to the cauldron, arms crossed and angry. But the only beings the room held were myself and my alien friend. I sighed deeply, glaring down at my soup; was I hearing things?
"Vegeta, please, if you can hear me, answer me."
There it was again; I wasn't imagining it, she was calling out to me.
"Vegeta, is something wrong?" Terrak asked, narrowing his brow in confusion. I must have been mumbling to myself.
"I-er-no," I falter some, but regain my composure and take a large gulp of soup.
"Are you sure? You seem slightly off. Are you ill?"
"Ill?" I shake my head. "No, I'm fine. Now what were you saying?" Anything to get off the subject.
"I-well, we were discussing your mate-er-former mate."
"Ah, yes. As I said, she is an Earthling, not a Saiyan. Unworthy."
"Unworthy of what?" Terrak's mind was now completely on our conversation again; good. "Unworthy of bedding with you?"
"Of course not."
"Then what?" he snapped, his anger rising again.
"Unworthy of being my mate. Only a Saiyan is worthy of that."
"Yet you share a child together. It sounds to me that she already is your mate." He sighed deeply, pushing his bowl of soup away. "I'm disappointed in you, Vegeta."
"Disappointed?" I laugh, sipping some more soup; my appetite is suddenly back. "My, my, I never thought I'd see the day. Terrak, my friend, you must understand. I could not very well be tied down by Earthly connections when my purpose is far greater."
"Far greater purpose than caring for and defending your mate? Like what?"
"L-"
"I hardly see anything more important than your duty as a mate and a father. Frieza is gone; your own son killed him. Are you not proud of his accomplishments? Is he not worthy of your presence? Had your training to him all been just to prepare him for your departure?"
"I did not train him."
"Did not-Then how-?"
"He was from the future," I sigh, knowing this conversation will drag on like this for quite sometime. I should have known better than to mention that foul half-breed.
"He's not foul!" I hear the woman snap, as if she's right beside me. I ignore her though, trying to focus all my thoughts on Terrak. I will deal with her in private, later. "Fine, deal with me later. I'll be here."
"The future?" Terrak raised an eyebrow at me. "Earth has achieved time travel already?"
"No, I said he was from the future. He and his mother built a time machine in the future. He traveled back in time, killed Frieza, and warned us about another threat."
"How old was he then?"
"Which one?"
"The-a-er-both."
"The infant was just that, an infant. My future son was 15 or 16 years old, hard to tell."
"And his trainer?"
"Kakarot's half-breed, of the future."
"And what was his warning?"
"Kami," I groan, but proceed in explaining the events that took place on Earth from when Trunks first came to the past, all the way until the androids and Cell were defeated.
"You've lead quite an amazing life on Earth, Vegeta. Why leave? I daresay adventure seems to follow you."
"I left to live without bounds. Why can't you understand that? All my life I've had bounds, and now that I am finally free, I have you here, telling me to go back into bondage."
"No, I'm telling you to do what you know in your heart is right. And don't sneer at that, I know you have a heart Vegeta, if not we would not be friends." He sighed, grabbing back his soup, its contents probably near cold by now. "All I'm saying is that having a family does not bind you the way you were bound with Frieza. He held you prisoner, against your will. I doubt your former mate did more than ask for you to stay."
"My being there, having them to be responsible for, holds me tighter than Frieza ever did. I cannot put myself willingly back into that."
"You act like it's a bad thing that you have a lovely mate and a son who love you. Can't you see that their hold is a good one?"
"I cannot have any hold, Terrak. I need to live as I always wanted, and now is my chance. I came here to see you, to stay with you for a short time, and then I'll be on my way, living my life according to me."
"And what will you do? What's out there for you Vegeta? Are you planning on creating a new Planet Vegeta, a new empire of murders and purging?"
"My plans are for myself alone."
"What kind of a life is that, jumping from planet to planet, having no stability? Wasn't the reason you wanted immortality to kill Frieza? And now, now that he's gone, what else does the universe hold for you?" I was about to speak, when he continued. "I think it's time you settled down Vegeta. Nothing bad can come from that." Again I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off. "What would you have done after you killed Frieza, after you achieved immortality? What meaning would life have?"
"Why are you pushing this so?" I growl. "My life is not up to you to decide. You made your decisions based on what you thought was right, and that's how I make mine."
"And you believe that abandoning your former mate and son is the right thing?"
"It's the only thing."
"Only thing? And nothing that I mentioned is able to be done? You can't get back in your ship, go to Earth, and do exactly as I've said? No, you're right, that's too damn difficult." His was furious now, eyes narrowed darkly at me, as he stood and discarded his bowl in a barrel behind him. "I guess you're too weak for something like that."
"Listen to him you fool!" Again the woman interrupts me. Is there no escaping her?
"Stay out of my thoughts!" I yell aloud by accident, causing Terrak's eyes to widen. He looked at me for a long moment, then a wide smile spread across his face.
"I understand now," he sighed, with a hint of laughter. "You are not running because you do not love her, you're running because you DO!" His laughter rang in my ears like a million shooting kai blasts, piercing my drums. When his laughter died down, he continued, oblivious to my anger. "My, my Vegeta, I would have never thought that possible. You, the mighty Saiyan Prince, in love with an Earthling. But ah! Here's the evidence; you can hear her thoughts and she can hear yours." His face softened into a smaller smile, his voice no longer laughing. "Go home to her Vegeta and stop running from what you fear."
"Fear!?" I roar. "Fear!? My leaving had nothing to do with fear!"
"Ah, but it did, my friend." His voice regained a slight chuckle. "In my book travels with my daughter we found many references to Saiyan love, all of which said that Saiyan fear love for many reasons; they do not understand it, they were taught it was bad, they were taught it can cause death in battle. But where are you going to battle, Vegeta? Why do you need to battle when you can live in peace? Wasn't the point of killing Frieza to have just that?"
I was silent, glaring angrily at him. Who did he think he was, telling me such things? I'm a Saiyan, I know my history, I know what I am to do. And what I am to do does not involve that onna or her dirty son!
"What do you know of a warrior's duties?" I finally say, not being able to think of anything else. "You've lived your entire life in peace. You're too comfortable in it. If you had just one moment of the battle field-"
"It has been many years since we've seen each other Vegeta. Don't assume so much."
"What am I assuming?"
"That I have not been in battle."
"Have you? When? Who attacked Deveron? Why did I now know of this?"
"Vegeta," he laughed. "How could you have known of this? From what you told me, while I was in battle, you were training or in battle yourself, paying no attention to anything but that happenings on Earth." He paused, then continued. "Deveron was attacked by some rogue Hellaferfs. They we traveling through and ran out of some supplies and decided to purge here." He paused again, taking a deep, almost painful looking, breath. "I alone fought for our family. I made Serria stay home, for not one week before the attack, she had given birth to Wella." He looked up at me, a stern look in his eyes. "The ONLY reason I was able to stay alive was knowing that if I did I would see my wife and daughter again. That's what I had that was worth fighting for, worth living for. What do you have now that's worth living for, Vegeta? What does the universe hold that could ease a warrior's heart? Do you plan on going into battle on another battle, simply for the thrill? Where can you go, Vegeta, that the planet does not recognize and fear your name?"
"Being in battle once does not make you a warrior."
"And what was that you were going to say before, about 'one moment on the battle field'? I think my time constitutes as that. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to be wrong this time. The only thing I will believe is that you fear returning, for you fear love and acceptance that you've never known before."
"The only thing I fear, Terrak, is not being able to hold my temper long enough to keep from killing you," I growl, gripping the edges of the table in hopes of keeping myself rooted to my seat.
"Then I suggest you leave." His eyes were narrowed at me as he said this, then lifted his arm and pointed at the doorway. "I will not have such things under my roof." His glare softened some, as I stood, and he said, "I'm sorry it had to be this way, Vegeta, but I cannot stand by and say nothing while you make the worst mistake of your life. I only hope you realize I'm right before it's too late." He bowed respectfully at the waist, eyes now beginning to gleam in sadness. "I wish you well, old friend."
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"Ok, what do you want, woman?" I ask in my mind, settling down in my chair in the ship's control room. I am still bitter about how things were left with Terrak, but I could not stay there a moment longer.
"Er-a-Vegeta?" comes her reply. I must have woken her; oh well.
"No, it's Kami," I grunt, rolling my eyes.
"Well it's about time." Her mind's voice is angry now, fully awake. "Where the hell have you been? Where are you? Why wouldn't you answer me? What the hell is your problem?"
"Deveron. Space. Didn't want to. You."
"You're such an ass, you know that?"
"Is that all you contacted me for?"
"Come home, Vegeta," she nearly whimpers, suddenly soft and saddened. "I don't want to marry Yamcha."
"I have no place there."
"Your place is as father!" she snaps, angry again. "Weren't you listening to a word your friend said? I could hear all his thoughts as you heard them, Vegeta. I know what was said and he is right, about everything. Why can't you just see that?"
"Did you not listen to a word I said? If you had, you'd know exactly why I am not returning, and never will!"
"You're so pathetic. And here I thought you were strong."
There's a suddenly feeling of loneliness, as if being disconnected from the Earth telephone. She's gone now, I can feel it, somehow blocking me out, focusing her thoughts elsewhere. I reach to grab something of her, a thought that will tell me what's happened, but I find nothing. She must have been training herself since I was away.
"Damn woman," I mutter, glaring out the window into open space. Who the hell did she think she was? And Terrak? I don't see him for decades and he thinks he can tell me what to do? Has the universe turned upside down?
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The woman is crawling towards me, a devilish smirk on her face, decked out in one of her lacy outfits that leave hardly anything to the imagination; luckily though I do not need to imagine.
"Vegeta," she purrs in her husky voice that she uses when we bed together.
I smirk up at her as she climbs onto of me, straddling my hips, her warm thighs pressing against my skin. She smiles at this, leaning down to capture my lips with her own, giving me her intoxicating kiss. I don't know how I could have thought of refusing her before when my body needs her so badly right now.
"This had got to go, woman," I whisper, pulling at the thin straps of her lingerie.
"Ah, ah, ahh, Vegeta." She slaps my hands away and hops off of me.
"Wo-"
"Shh." Her voice seems to lull me into submission, and I watch with wide eyes as she begins to peal off her garment with such agonizing slowness that I almost jump up and rip it off her. The lace passes over her breasts, causing them to topple into place, plump with perky nipples, showing her want. She gets midway to her hips, but stops, smirking at me.
"Tell me Vegeta," she purrs. "How much do you want me?"
I swallow a painfully large gulp in my throat, finding my mouth suddenly dry, my voice completely gone.
She leans over me, breasts touching my bare chest, breathing steady. Her hair frames her face in a way that makes me want her even more; messy for the most part, but soft and good smelling. And HER scent; KAMI! It's driving me mad! I can almost taste her sweet juices they are so thick in the air. I know her want, her need, for me, just as she surely knows mine for her by the bulge in my ever tightening night bottoms.
"Come now Vegeta." Her voice is huskier, bending me more and more into a drooling hormone driven savage. "I need to know," she breathes, rubbing her hands over her hot flesh, playing with the rim of her lingerie, teasing me.
"I can't stand another moment without you woman!" I grab her, pulling her forcefully atop of me, her soft breasts pushing up against my chest. I go for her remaining clothing, ripping it off to reveal-
I shoot up in bed, covered in a passion sweat, my mid-section showing the effects of the memory dream. Why did such pleasurable thoughts have to enter my mind? Why could I not just be left alone to live my life as I saw fit? Why was everyone telling me to go against my better judgment and do what I do not wish to do?
"Nice memory, eh Vegeta?"
"Shut up woman."
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Flashback:
My father has summoned me to his chambers, a most unusual occurrence, for I have always had to meet him in the throne room. Resadiv is accompanying me there, another first, of which I am quite curious about. Something has happened, that much I know for sure, for what other reason can there be? If this were ordinary I would be heading for the throne room, alone.
Upon entering his chambers, I notice straight away that my mother is there, seemingly happy, though her eyes suggest great pain. I make to go to her, but am pulled back, my father grabbing by ceremonial cape and fling me in the opposite direction.
"Stay back from her, Vegeta," he warns, sending her an angry glare. Now I am beyond confused. Why can't I speak to my own mother? Stay back from her? When has he ever used that command with me?
"Father, what is going on? Why are we meeting here, in your bedchambers? Why is mother-?"
"Silence Vegeta. You are to listen from here on out, is that quite understood?"
I nod my head, telling him that I understand, but my mind is still on my mother, who is starring off as she sits in a straight-backed chair in the corner. I glance around the room quickly, taking in everything, for I have never been permitted here before; there is a large four-poster bed in the center of the room, draped in fine fabric of royal blue and trimmed with gold, a large hand-carved wooden desk where the straight-backed chair should be, an armoire, several statues and paintings of Saiyan royals and warriors, three other doors than the one I entered, a dozen and a half servants, all who looked positively terrified, and a man, dressed in third-class warrior armor, bound in chains and held at the arm by a guard, who I have not seen before.
"There are going to be some drastic changes around here, of which I have no control over." He sighed deeply, shooting another glare at my mother. Why was he so angry with her? Sure, they didn't get along sometimes, but she must have done something very unSaiyan-like to receive such heated looks. "Your mother," he sneers at the word, "has become involved in acts that have disgraced the Saiyan name and the royal blood-line. For her disservices she will be dealt with in the only way fit; execution."
I gasp audibly, covering my hand over my mouth. No, this is not happening, he did not just say what I think I heard. I am dreaming, Resadiv will come soon, she will wake me, this will all be over in moments.
But it is not a mere nightmare, and I know this, for my mind could never create such a horrid vision, such an undesirable fate.
My father continues as if I have no moved an inch. "She was caught, this evening, fornicating in the chambers of this man." Again he sneers, this time as the word "man", and gestures to the third-class warrior in shackles. "It is my duty, and pleasure-" His lips curl into a smirk. "-to discard of both your mother and her accomplice. Forgive me, son, for taking her away, but I have a duty to protect you."
"Protect him from what, Vegeta?" my mother says, obvious snore in her voice; she and my father never held each other's company well, I rarely saw them smile. "I am not likely to harm my own son, and neither is Karrok." She too gestures to the third-class. "Tell him why you're really doing this."
"Silence!" he finally shouts, balling his fists so tight I see sparks flicker near them.
"Vegeta, darling." She is speaking to me now. "Your father is sentencing me to death because he is jealous of Karrok, and ashamed of me going behind his back. He cannot deal with any defiance, therefore I am to be rid of." She smiles warmly at me, then adds, and she sneers at my father, "He fears love, Vegeta. I only hope you are not such a coward as him."
"I said, silence!" My father is nearly the end of his patience. Soon kai blasts will be shooting around the room. "Guards, take them away. We are through here."
"Remember my words Vegeta!" my mother shouts as she's being forced from the chambers.
I reach my hand out to her, but am pulled back roughly and thrown to the floor.
"Mother!" I finally call after her, tears welling up in my eyes; but it is too late, she's already gone.
End Flashback:
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