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Saiyajin Lovers

The moon shone dull, looking as if a bite had been taken out of it. The pale light barely touched the dark leaves on the trees outside the window. The prince stalked around his room, his feelings ablaze, his mind wandering.

In his mind a small slave woman swam around like a fish, dipping and diving, softly touching his face in a sweet caress. Her hips swayed side to side, bright cerulean hair following her every movement. Ocean blue eyes twinkled out behind the strands, and her pink lips smiled, blowing a kiss to her prince.

The sight of her body, though he hadn't seen all of it, sent him crazy. Her sweet smell enticed him to the hunt, sent shivers down his spine. The prince growled lightly, and licked his lips. His fingers twiched as if he could feel her soft skin under him.

She is sleeping, so mind your thoughts.

The prince spun around and stared at the boy who dared command him. He snarled, and walked up close to the little boy, who only reached to below his waist.

You know your thoughts affect her when she sleeps. And we both know what happened last time your mind ran away with her.

The prince ran one callused hand through his thick hair and thought back to the hunt of the night before. She was obviously unaware of the Saiyajin ritual, and had ran frantically through the forest. But her loud movements and sweet smell told him constantly where she was. But then she woke, and ran to another man's bed.

And you threw a tantrum, and went off to destroy something. You must keep under control.

"I AM UNDER CONTROL!" He roared, attacking the random things on his dresser. The boy stared at the prince in pity, and left the room, but not through the use of a door.

The blue haired slave shifted on her hard bed. She was sleeping, albeit unsoundly, and her mind was swimming, confused from the yelling of words that she couldn't quite make out.

Then suddenly she moaned, loudly. She shivered, and goose bumps covered her slightly pale flesh.

His rough hands are all over me, one finger constantly flicking my nipple. This motion caused me to shiver, then even more violently when I felt something warm and wet near my belly button. His lips are traveling up my body, leaving a cold, wet trail on my belly.

Oh gods, I want to scream. His hands are on my breast, his mouth on my neck. I can feel him blowing hot air across my ear, and I want to wiggle out from under him.

HES NAKED! I hadn't noticed before, but he is gloriously naked, and so am I. As I run my hands down his back, only to confirm my suspicions you see, he growled softly in my ear. At the base of his spine, I can feel something furry that, I guess, is his tail. I nearly giggled at his reaction. Very slowly I stroked my hands along his tail, causing him to shudder and clutch me close to him.

Oohh, he makes me bite my lip. He is licking my neck and sucking on my collarbone. Something fuzzy began to stroke the inside of my thighs, and I moan in his ear. I think he liked that, because his tail started to move more around my legs, and one hand moved up inside my hair while his lips covered mine.

Suddenly I can feel his tongue in my mouth, so warm, moving around, probing every inch he can reach. This makes me very dizzy, my head is spinning so that I don't think I could stand straight if I wanted to.

Then his hand left my breast and moved down between my legs, stroking me like I didnt imagine could be possible. And now, I can barely catch my breath. He has put his finger inside me, and wiggled it. I don't think I've felt anything like it before.

He is moving around inside of me in two places at once, and his hand is still twirling around in my hair. I think he likes my hair. Ooo, I think hes made me ticklish inside.

Hes gone, and I feel like choking on the sudden influx of pure air. But now i feel him down between my legs, running two or three fingers through that hair. You know, I feel almost embarrassed with him down there, surely seeing everything, and since I can see his nose twitching, I must smell bad.

But I must not, because his face is getting very close to me and, oh gods, I don't even know what is touching me now. It feels like his tongue, rough on one side, and soft on the other.

I feel this pressure inside my belly, rolling around until i feel dizzy. He wiggles his tongue again, and I have to bite my tongue. My eyes are swimming in and out, and I ran my hands through his hair to hold onto his head and keep myself steady.

But I don't think it's working. I can feel myself tightening and clutching, and then his finger...

Oohhh,I'm falling, rolling around in the ocean. I can't hear or see anything, but I can feel him sucking and licking me, ooh these wicked thoughts hes giving me.

But I can hear him growling now, and his hands and mouth are crawling up my body. He stops above me, but hes not touching me and I don't know why. And, I can't see his face. His face and hair are so dark I can't tell on from the other. So are his eyes, but I know his eyes. I just can't recall who.

His knees are pushing my legs apart, and he is staring at me very intently. Can he hear my thoughts, I wonder. And then the pain, like someone is running a knife through me. I can tell he sees the pain in me, because I can barely see him through my tears.

His face came close to mine, but he didn't kiss me. Instead he bent to my neck and he is sucking on me, very hard actually. But there is no pain from it, instead all the pain from my body is slowly draining out of me.

He moved, out then in me again, and the pain is starting again. But he is sucking somewhere else, and its going away again. Hes moving again, over and over again. but it doesn't really hurt anymore. Hes moving slowly, and it feels good to me, though strange, like everything hes done to me.

Hes moving even faster now, and I can feel myself rolling with him in the same harmony. I can't help but grab on to him, or I feel as though I'm going to fall backwards.

He doesn't get any slower though, he only goes faster. I know hes getting hot because when I lick my lips to replace the moisture, his sweat drops onto my face and tastes salty, but not bad. And he doesn't smell badly either.

I grind my teeth together no matter how hard it is to breath, and I'm afraid I must be scratching him because my hands are clenching themselves on his back, but he doesn't say anything about it, he only moves harder against me.

He makes me feel like an animal, I want to scream and bite him, I don't know why. I also feel retarded, like I don't have control over my own body. Every time he slams against me, I feel myself jerk, and I lose what little breath i have.

And now I scream. My nails are dug into his back and I hold on for dear life. I hear him growl and moan into my ear as he hit me one last time before he clenches my body so tightly against him my breath is lost and I swear my bones are crushing.

His heart is pounding against me, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly with his breath. I can feel something hot and wet running around on my thighs. And now he is kissing me again, but I can't move to kiss him back, all I can do is lay there and stare at him dumbfounded as though I'm paralyzed.

His eyes look so familiar to me as I stare at him, but I can't place them with a familiar face. They remind me of something I lost, but I don't know what I lost. One of his hands tiptoed across my breast and swirled around.

He bent close to my face, and I could feel his breath on my skin. In his deep husky voice, he whispered in my ear.

"You'll be the death of me woman." I smiled.

Bulma woke the next morning disturbed by a dream she could not remember, disturbed, but happy. Her body didn't quite seem her own, and she took a dip in the bathing pool to rinse the sweat off.

The Modare dignitaries were leaving after the middleday meal, and one of her jobs was to clean the rooms after habitation. Swiftly she braided her long hair up then twisted it around and tied the kerchief onto her head, holding her hair in place. A few annoying little blue hairs tickled her eyelashes and poked out next to her ears. She pulled her stripped dress on, worrying about the small length, and left the room.

Few people or slaves were up yet, so the halls were mostly quiet. Today was also her time to wash the stables. The stables housed many odd creatures that the Saiyajins had caught and kept, and they had to be cleaned daily, or they became very filthy.

She entered the stable through the slave entrance and left the big double doors closed and bolted. First she had to feed them, then clean around them as they ate. Stable cleaning was broken up into sections of one hall a peice, which had ten to fifteen stalls to be cleaned.

Walking through the stables was dirty business without shoes, but a small faucet of water was run for washing pails and feet after cleaning.

"Here here, you silly creature." She nickered at the animal in the first stall as she walked over to the large deposit of grains for the animals morning meal. She scooped a large armful up and shuffled back to the large trough used to feed the animal.

The animal was a wildebeast, large and dull brown, with six powerful legs used for fast running, and long ears that stuck out straight from its head. It's nostrils were large and grungy, and the fat lips covered a set of dull chewing teeth that clinked when it ate.

While the animal ate, the slave swept the floors around the animal, piling the soiled straw in front of the doorway. She picked up piles and threw them outside the barn in the trash pile. Farmers were allowed to use what was in it to fertilize their lands.

Quickly, she fed them and swept all the animals' stalls, and sprinkled another layer of straw onto the floors. Looking up at the sky, she noticed the position of the sun. 'Almost midday, time to wash before I have to go clean rooms.'

She left the barn hall, latching the door as she went, and hurried back to her sleep room. From behind her, she heard a voice.

"Tsk, tsk. Poor dear." She spun around to look at the speaker. It was Radditz, one of the Prince's guards, and she had no idea why he was there.

"Poor child, all dirty from working. You need a bath. I could help you there." His smug smile caused chills to run down her back. Slowly, he walked towards her, grinning the whole way.

"Of course, I could help with much more than that. You can leave behind palace work completely." The look on his face scared Bulma all the way down to her toes. She'd seen the look on the faces of other Saiyajin men, and the girls they lusted after often turned up in a river or the like, their bodies torn and bleeding.

"I.. have to go!" She squeaked, turning and scurrying inside. She heard him chuckle behind her, but when she looked back at the door way, he was gone. She sighed in relief, and hurried to her bathing room, intent on washing his glances off her body.

A.N

I had hoped to put this out faster, but the stupid computer was being reformatted, and I'm working on stupid WordPad, and the stupid internet won't work. Can everyone believe this new format, needing to agree to somthing over and over again to put in a chapter... If my story can't go on like I want it, then I may finish it edited on fanfic, then unedited on mediaminer . org. Ok, I've summer, then one more year of school, stupid school.