Southern Army Base, Time 0600, The next day:

A sound intruded one Tarma's peaceful sleep. Someone was pounding on her door. She turned her head and looked at the clock. Her sight swam a little but she shook it off.

"Fuck!" When she tried to sit up she found herself caught. Bardock's tail was wrapped tightly around her waist. Seeing him lying there brought back everything that have happened the night before and she relized she ached all over. Not a single part of her had been spared in their 'workout'. She groaned in her chest and worked to release herself. He shifted and opened his eyes.

"Where are you going?" He reached out as if to grab her but the person at the door pounded again and he bared his teeth. With clear reluctance he let her go. Tarma snorted and pulled on a new set of clothes, the one she had been wearing last night would have to go for rags. Padding bare foot she went to the door and keyed it open. Pantor stood there his fist rasied ready to bang again. He stepped in and grabbed her by the shoulders.

"What the hell happened last night? The system said it couldn't track you, had no clue where you where. Did your scouter get damaged?" He paused and look up Bardock leaned still naked against the doorjamb leading to the bedroom. The wound on his neck very visible. Pantor quickly removed his hands from her and stepped back. Now he took a second look at her and understanding clicked with him. "Ah." He backed up a bit and cleared his throat. "Well then, I will see you both in the mess I expect." He turned and left the newly mated couple. Tarma turned and rasied an eyebrow at the naked male leaning in the doorway to her bedroom.

"Your about a subtle as a comet you know that."

He smirked, his tail coming up to motion at her in a come here gesture. Tarma groaned and pushed past him. Gods she hurt. She shook her head again to clear it of the odd muffled feeling.

"I have to eat damn it. Aren't you hungry?" She headed towards the bathroom, intent on taking a long hot shower to loosen her sore muscles. He stopped her, pulling her against him, breathing her in.

"Starving." He released her and moved past her getting to the bathroom first. Tarma cursed loudly. The shower stall was to damn small for two people. He had played her to get the hot water!

Southern Army Base, one half hour latter:

Pantor, Geamie and Horic sat at their table. Even at this hour the mess was full. With the odd schedules that many of the soldier kept food was availed at just about an hour of the day. Geamie leaned his elbows on the table.

"So where was she then?"

Pantor cocked his head to the side.

"Bardock was in her rooms this morning, dimwit. Where do you think she was?"

Horic snickered into his food, it earned him a glare from the big saiyan but he didn't care. Pantor had seemed a bit worried last night when Tarma's scouter had gone offline but he was clearly relaxed now. Any more thoughts in the matter where cut short when a tray dropped onto the table. All three males looked up to see Tarma folding bonelessly into a chair. She didn't look she had had much sleep. Her tail ticked and there where dark circles under her eyes. Geamie just had to comment on this.

"You look like you have been rode hard and put up wet girl." This brought a full round of chuckles and Tarma growled.

She still ached and her head felt funny, there was a strange buzzing in the back of her mind. She was in no mood to deal with this but she knew she would have to just ride it out. Her muscles hadn't thanked her for going off half-cocked either. Bardock had tricked her out of the shower. She had seen to it that he knew this didn't please her one bit. Though dragging him wet and kicking out of the shower had been harder than she cared to admit. He had finally left to go to his own quarters to get fresh clothes. She had puttered around for a few minutes. This would be her last day in these rooms. Four years she had lived here alone now she would be moving her things to one of the larger set of rooms. She was slightly mollified that she wouldn't be the only one having to move. She would deal with it later, right now she needed to eat and try and figure out what that buzzing was in her mind. She applied herself to her food with a will. The rest of the crew took the hint and left her be, for right now at lest. She knew he had entered the room before she looked up. His crew flanked him. Well at lest one of us looks all bright and perky, she thought moodily. She could swear he swaggered towards her. All but Toma pealed off and headed to the food counter. Tarma grunted to herself and lowered her eyes back to her food. She didn't feel up to this right now.

"Woman."

She could feel him looming over her but Tarma refused to so much as look up. Her body ached and her mind buzzed still. All she wanted right now was to be left alone. A hand thumped down on the table beside her tray.

"Woman, I am talking to you."

Tarma forked another mass of eggs into her mouth. She took her sweet time in chewing before responding. He if thought his conquest was going to be easy then he was sorely mistaken.

"I heard you." She could see Geamie smirk where he sat across from her but she didn't share his humor. She was just grumpy. Bardock may have won the main engagement but by the gods she wasn't going to forget the war. She could hear him snarl. Another hand landed on the other side of her and she could feel the heat radiating from him. His tail wrapped around her waist. The buzz in her head seemed to increase three fold at the contact. Tarma frowned and turned her head slightly to look up at him. Their eyes meet and the air suddenly was thicker, harder to breath. Emotions that where clearly not her own washed over Tarma, lust, jealousy, anger and even a small bit of fear. Bardocks eyes went wide and he stepped back breaking the contact. She shook her head hard, trying to clear it.

"What the fuck?" They muttered at the same time.

"What's the deal Bardock?" Toma asked staring at the two, his eyebrows drawn together in a frown. He and the other three at the table had felt the crackle in the air. Like someone powering up a large blast it had left behind the heavy odor of ozone. Energy still sparked in the air but much less now. It was easy to tell it was coming from the newly mated pair that just stared at each other. The chirping of four scouters broke the spell. In unison everyone reached up to see if theirs was one of those alerting. Pantor stood, still reading the scrolling on his screen.

"Looks like you love birds will have to figure this out later." He looked to his crew. "Alright maggots get it together now. We deploy at 1600 hours on the dot."

There was a scuffing as chair where pushed back and trays lifted from the table of crew 254. Tarma turned intent on heading out as well now that she was on her feet but Bardock blocked her way. He seemed hesitant to touch her again and risk her sensing his emotions. Tarma couldn't blame him, she hadn't like the idea of her inner thoughts or feelings being open to him either. His tail, which was once more wrapped around his waist, squeezed and released showing just how nervous the whole thing made him. He glanced at Toma and the other male took the hint, moving off. Bardock lowered his voice.

"Don't get dead woman."

Tarma's lips lifted in a smirk.

"And give you the pleasure of out living me. I wouldn't dream of it." She spun on her heel and left the room.