Chapter 6 – A Fleeting Moment
After a lifetime of justifying one's existence was it possible to find peace? To wonder the galaxy looking...always looking for that feeling that was called contentment. Was there such a thing for those with Saiyan blood? Yes. The sensation proved attainable. Though likely fleeting, it definitely was possible.
Not wanting to relinquish the warmth that had accumulated between them, Sen carefully rolled over to see the night sky. She had remained on top of him, not willing to battle with the cold rock underneath. Yamcha groaned at the effort. He had dosed off; despite the uncomfortable rock overlook but now her tail bone was digging into his abdomen. His arms wrapped around Sen as he tried to find a more suitable position for both.
This prompted Sen to give up her star mapping hobby which she did at each planet she visited.
Something between a sigh and a purring sound resounded from deep in her chest, prompting Yamcha's one eye to peek at her suspiciously. Was she interested in more? His lip curled at the thought. The half-Saiyan returned to her original position and her mischief gaze said it all. He thought, 'Man, these Saiyans are something else, no wonder Bulma...' Ouch. He had to go there. The Z warrior took a deep breath and smiled seductively to Sen. 'Well, I have one too...at least for now. Who knows, maybe...just maybe I could convince her to remain.'
Yamcha lifted their bodies off the cliff, cupped her face in his hands and whispered, "This will be the fourth time, my love. If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to wear me out." A glint appeared in his eye; triggered by the feel of her fury soft tail gliding through their inner thighs. The sensation caused him to pause and expel out an appreciative moan; his body naturally responding. "You are incorrigible."
"Being that we are of different race and culture, I would hope you wish to optimize our coupling technique," toyed Sen. Their bodies righted and Sen guided Yamcha's hands to the small of her back. He complied and pressed her to him as he stroked the base of her tail between his fingers.
The human watched her eyes close and her mouth opened slightly; allowing her tongue to seductively wet her lips. "Practice does make perfect," he smirked. Knowing the moment was fleeting, Yamcha closed his eyes as well to greedily appreciate the sensations she was provoking with her own manipulations. Any minute she would resist succumbing and push away. Then her cat and mouse style of foreplay would begin and each time he caught her (or she allowed to be caught) a different type of erotica would be explored; both in the air and on the ground. It was maddening and considered it be one of the best he has ever experienced with the exception of his first. Nothing could replace... He felt her tensing and his eyes half opened. Yamcha was not ready to abandon her invitation so he kissed her lips with a fiery passion.
Sen was instantly immobilized. This exchange of tongues was new to her and she found it quite pleasing on many levels. This time it was apparent she was able to match his skill. Yamcha clung to her then relinquished one of his hands to entangle his fingers in her hair. He retreated from her sweet mouth and nipped her lip. The man smirked with much approval as his nose spared playfully with hers. Sen breathed a softly sweet "humph." The human had taken charge and she was very pleased. Suddenly, both of their auras flared and they took to the stars, chasing one another taking turns provoking their senses to the extreme until their resistance was nonexistent. Unencumbered, their union was truly harmonious; each physical motion responding to the other.
When the air was almost too thin to breathe, they came together for the first time. Extinguishing all power, they clung to each other and fell head first back to Earth. Their hair whipped viciously in the upwind, making them close their eyes. Letting go of one another, they drifted apart, allowing the cold air to envelope them and dry their sweat drenched bodies. But it could never wash away their enchantment.
It was Yamcha that came to his senses first. Crashing to the ground was not his idea of a perfect evening come to an end. He mustered the power to take charge of his decent and snatched Sen up in his arms. His ego prevented him from asking but ventured to say, "I hope you felt as much as I." She didn't answer; determined to hold onto the remnant sensations of their pairing while safely held by her new found mate. The end of the Sen's tail snaked up briefly to caress Yamcha's face. This and her contented grin was enough for him.
The night was truly over thought Yamcha as he looked to the horizon. The sun would be up soon. They needed sleep...or at least he did. He looked down and between fluttering black locks, found Sen fast asleep. Incredibly, he had out lasted her; prompting him to fill with pride. Not many humans could say that they outlasted a Saiyan. Well, a half-Saiyan anyway. His smiled broadened, thinking: 'Welcome to the Saiyan Club, you sly dog.' As to once again acknowledge his gods for this gift that was bestowed on him, he winked thankfully up at the stars. "You guys rock," he chortled quietly.
"Hm?" murmured his resting lover.
"Uh, we're almost home, my sweet. Go back to sleep." Sure enough, the city lights glowed ahead of them.
When they reached his apartment, Yamcha floated through the open terrace door and onto the bedroom; hoping not to wake his new girlfriend. He eased Sen into the bed then crawled in beside her, covering them with the skewed blankets. Soon after his head hit the pillow, he contently fell asleep; knowing he had to be the happiest man on Earth.
The seasoned warrior's eyes opened. Sen's attuned self preservation was hard to ignore. She was not used to sleeping in a bed with covers around her and the comfortable feeling startled her. Her senses came alive and she quickly realized where she was. She looked over at Yamcha and immediately felt relief. His peaceful state helped her to relax. Her tail affectionately wrapped around one of his thighs and a slight smile crossed his lips.
Sen's small exposure to these humans and their world has been nothing but warm and positive. Her attraction to this human was the strongest she had felt with any being. Could she get used to this? Was this the end of the line? It was difficult for her to imagine herself settling. Could her self-righteous mission to rid the Universe of galactic dominating autocrats be truly over? But the one that seeded her quest still lived. He was the very reason she was on this peaceful planet. It wasn't right. Peace and Vegeta just did not mix. The warrior's senses went into action. She felt for his ki. He was back at his woman's habitat. Closing her eyes, she hoped to get a clue to his current state. Damn, his energy was a miss. This instability was unlike a Saiyan and made cause for alarm.
Sen frowned and looked to her mate. There was no need to wake Yamcha. All she wanted to do was have a look then she would return and she didn't need him to talk her out of it. Cautiously, she slipped out of bed, determined not to wake the human. As she walked towards the door, she heard him shift and frantically came back to position her pillow under his searching arm. Satisfied, she tip-toed to the laundry room and put her fitted outfit on. Fortunately, they were almost dry. The warrior disregarded her armor; confident her surveillance would go undetected. Besides, her white and gold breastplate, armguards, and boots would inhibit her stealth without a dark cloak to cover them. Sen put two fingers to her head, and instantly vanished.
When Sen materialized, she lowered her ki to the bare minimum. This left her enough mobility to take cover in the shadows of the room without being detected. It was too dangerous to transport to Vegeta's location so she targeted the next best thing...his mate, Bulma. The Earth woman was asleep in her bed. Focusing on the Prince's ki, she quickly crotched down and regulated her breathing. Suddenly, he was at the bedroom's door. Sen watched, as he opened the glass door to the terrace and then went to his woman. When he settled next to Bulma, Sen heard his words; her eyes going wide with shock.
"Onna?... Would you have me renounce my Saiyan legacy and speak my one greatest weakness?... If...if I told you that...I loved you, would you stay with me?"
Had Sen heard right? Had this Earth woman beaten the unbeatable? Did this mere human actually tame the Prince of all Saiyans? Her deliberations had her throw caution to the wind. She slowly rose in disbelief and ventured to get a better look at this extraordinary creature. Technically, it was a simple question posed without an answer. But submission in itself was proof enough. Sen came to a promising conclusion: Vegeta was good as licked.
Suddenly, someone stood between her and the bed. Before she could react, the being had grabbed her arm. The next thing she knew, they were in another room. Immediately, her aura flared in defense. "Who...What...Do you wish death creature?!"
Kabido-Kia's finger went up to his lips while his other hand frankly gestured for her to be still, "Shhh...please, you don't want to wake--" The light went on.
"EEEYOOW!" The warrior and the Supreme Kia jumped back from the screeching woman in the bed. "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU! and WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM!"
"Ugh, what...what the...Kabido-Kia?! What are you doing here?!" The muscle bound warrior next to the woman sat up, his signature haphazard black spiked hair gave his identity away.
"KABIDO-KIA! YOU MEAN..." Out of respect, Chichi was forced to calm her voice. "He's a God?" Then she accusingly pointed at the female intruder. "Her too?"
"Uh, I don't know? Hello!" smiled Goku to Sen, and then got an elbow to the rib for his warm greeting.
Sen nodded to Goku then turned angrily to the god. "What is this all about?"
"That's what I like to know?!" barked an irritated Chichi who had modestly pulled the covers up to her neck.
The Kia, bowed slightly to Goku, "My apologies Goku." He faced Sen again, "I believe she a Saiyan. Finding your species with great fighting potential, and not knowing the warrior's intentions, I brought her here." He looked to Chichi and offered another bow, "Once again my deep apologies."
"I have done nothing to warrant your intervention, divine one. Now if you will excuse me." Sen went to put two fingers to her head.
They never made it; Goku had come between her and the Kia and had a hold of her wrist. "A Saiyan, huh?" he smirked.
Sen's eyes widened, impressed with his speed until she got a look at the heart dotted briefs he wore. He may have Saiyan blood, but that was as far as it went. She had once questioned this warrior's motives, but at that moment, her concern became non-existent. Truly his heart was pure. 'Ha!, as pure as the hearts on his pants,' she thought.
"I trust our Kias...more then I trust Saiyans," eyed Goku. He would listen to the Kia's explanation before he would let her get away.
"Rightly, so. But I'm only half Saiyan; I prefer to be called Tsufuru."
Goku murmered, "Tsufuru?," as if in thought. Where has he heard that before?
Kibido Kia instantly became alarmed, "Goku! That was Dr. Raichi's race." He stepped around to get a better look at the creature.
"You knew my father?" Sen looked at them in amazement.
Goku brought her hand down and released her wrist then quietly offered, "No- only the ghost of the man." He smiled warmly, "I see now. You have his eyes."
"A ghost? I don't understand. Did you meet him in the Afterworld?"
They were interrupted. "Goku! Well?! Are we under threat or not?" growled Chichi. "Because if we're not, I like to get some sleep!"
"Nooo, I-I sense no threat from her, sweetheart. I think we're safe for now."
Sarcastically, Chichi bellowed, "Oh, that's relief..." then with restraint she asked Kibido-Kia, "Well? Would you mind taking this elsewhere?"
"Of course. Goku? I must ask you to come with us."
Goku shrugged, "Sure. I'm curious myself." He looked at his wife and asked, "Is that alright, Chichi?" (Sen thought incredulously, 'What the HFIL do these earthling's have over Saiyans?!')
Chichi answered flatly, "Goku. He's a Kia. What do think I'd say?"
"Uh, O.k.?"
"Yes! Yes! YES! Now if you will all get out of my house before the children wake up."
Supreme Kia touched both warriors, "Allow me."
"Wait a minute..." Goku was instantly at Chichi bedside. He knew a little attention now would help to smooth things over later. "Thank you, Chichi." He kissed her on her cheek and whispered, "I won't be long." The woman rolled her eyes, but her anger melted away and she touched his cheek. There was always a possibility she could lose him again and she never wanted for them to part angry. "I'll be waiting, ya big lug."
Hopping back to the group, Goku chimed, "Where to guys?"
"Um, Goku?" The Supreme Kia found it difficult to criticize this universal hero. Thank the Kia responsible for the infinite wisdom of earth women.
"Goku! Have some respect. You're not going anywhere in your underwear. For Kia's sake, put something on!" Chichi smiled apologetically at the Supreme Kia.
Goku rubbed the back of his head, "Oh! Yeah. Ha ha, I guess you're right."
The Kia nodded appreciatively to the Earth woman then offered, "Allow me." He raised his hand and instantly Goku was robed in his blue and orange garment...down to the yellow ties of his weighted boots.
Sen silently studied Goku's woman sparking resentment and contempt. Not to the human in particular, but at their race. These blasted humans had successfully tamed the fiercest warriors of the Universe where her Tsufuru race were obliterated for attempting to do the same thing.
Kibido-Kia seemed to read her mind. "You must find if difficult to understand-"
"I have better things to do then to debate the submission of these savages to a Kia. Earth is doomed. The only thing these women have managed to have done is prolong the inevitable."
"All set?" Goku did not want Chichi to become alarmed. Too late.
"What do you mean, you, you...?!"
Goku acted quickly. "Uh, time to go." He jumped between the Kia and Sen, wrapping his arms around their necks. He looked to Kibido-Kia with urgency. "Ready?!"
"Right," acknowledged the like-minded Kia.
Before the next word came out of Chichi's mouth they were gone.