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A/N: There are some sexual contents in this chapter, you have been warned. Anyway I have raised the ratings up.

Chapter Nine: National Geographic Channel

"I don't believe this. Tell me again how you managed to get all of these bags here," Bulma asked as she stared dumbfounded at the huge pile of shopping bags in front of her.

Usagi giggled at her friend as she unpacks one of the bags. Her eyes lit up in glees as a maroon sweatshirt came out of the bag. At last! A matching top to match with her pair of jeans. "I told you before and I'm going to tell you the last time. Vegeta carried all of these for me."

Bulma groped around for the nearest seat and unceremoniously dumped herself onto the edge of the bed. Her wheels finally chugged with extra horse power and the information finally filtered through her brain. The damn stupid north-pole monkey actually have a soft spot and it is non-other than her friend. But it can't be, her friend is all sunny and cheerful but the vegetable head is all grouchy and ice, a total opposite of each other. But doesn't unlike poles attract and like poles repel? Ice and sun can't get along, a chemistry will take place and steam will be the end result of…

Bulma shook her head as she tries to collect her last reserved packet of sanity-compact size, your best friend next to one pint of double chocolate ice-cream.

"Bulma, are you ok? You look a little pale."

The question seemed to pull Bulma from the land of sanity-compact size and double chocolate chip ice-cream land. Damn! Just when she was about to grab the floating almond mocha ice-cream. Shaking her head again, she managed a smile and turned to the worried Usagi. "I guess I'm still worked up about the new product that KK Corp had come up with."

Usagi stood up from her seat and placed a comforting hand on Bulma's tense shoulders. "Hey, it's going to be fine. Don't forget that Capsule Corp has been in business longer than them and we have more new products up our sleeves." At the close proximity Usagi could clearly see the strained lines on her friend's face.

"Why don't you soak yourself in a nice long hot bath while I heat up some brownies for you? Don't worry, I'll send it up to your room."

"Thanks Usagi," Bulma said as she hugged the blond beauty before crawling her way back to her room. She really needs to finish the teleportation machine.

The images on the screen were constantly changed. A frustrated sigh escaped Vegeta as he scanned through the channels. Channels of programs flitted through but none seemed to please him. Defeated, he settled for a documentary program. It was showing the ratings of the most fatal lovers in the animal kingdom. How quaint!

Settling for a more comfortable position, he tries to focus on the show. The show was quite lagging at first but as the group of animal changes, so did the level of interest. His eyebrows were raised as he took in the information that was aired regarding a kangaroo rat. A week of pure uninhibited mating before the creature dies in exhaustion. A very interesting and pleasurable way to die to his thinking.

As his thoughts meandered from the innocent topic, a picture of passion filled heart shaped face moaning under him, clutching his shoulders as he eagerly suckled on a flawless mound flashed through his mind. Vegeta lets out a strained groan as he once again tries to find a comfortable seat on the plush sofa. Unfortunately, the action seemed to jar his intense his desire that he had long kept under lock and key. If he could curse out loudly, he would gladly do it, anything that could ease him from this torment would be gladly accepted.

Unbestknown to him, Fate has other things mapped out for him. Vegeta lets out another strain groan, this time with more force as another image flashed at him, shooting white hot desire through his veins. This time it was a picture of him naked in an overly large bed and lovingly caressing a clothless pregnant belly of a silvery-blond beauty. She was smiling tenderly down at him as she ran her hand through his hair.

She looked god-damn familiar. Of he only knew who she was! Kami-sama, what the hell is happening to him!

Remember…

Remember what?

Remember who you really are…

I am the Prince of Saiya

Remember who she is…

What are you talking about?

Remember who she is to you…

A pair of archaic silver eyes stared longingly at a worn out portrait. It held a picture of the King of Saiya wearing a full Saiyan armor. Leaning in front of him and wrapped possessively in her husband's arms is the Queen of Saiya and also the heiress to the Moon Kingdom.

Queen Selenity smiled brokenly as she remembered the sweet memories of her daughter's family before the slaughter. It was obvious they loved each other dearly even though the husband barely showed any outward affection in public.

A lone tear slipped past her closed lids. They were about to have a son. She had checked with her Seekers and they had confirmed it would be a son. If only she had told them a week earlier… if only she had consulted with the Oracle… everyone would still be alive. She had been too busy making ties for her alliance that she had neglected her duty as the guardian of the universe.

An emerald light suddenly orbed in front of her. Hastily, Selenity wiped the tear away and kept the portrait into her pocket. After a few seconds, the light disappeared and its place stood the Time Guardian.

"What is it Sailor Pluto?" Selenity asked when the senshi straightened from her bow.

"It's regarding the prince, my queen. I was doing my studies as you ordered when I stumbled upon this information," Pluto replied as she looked at her queen. The queen looked as if she had aged greatly since their last meeting even though there weren't any visible physical signs.

When the queen nodded her to continue, she continued, "Every male Saiyans has a mating cycle and they will mate with those who are very compatible with them. In this period of mating, they will go into extreme heat or what we call as high level sexual cravings and will not stop at anything until they get their mate. But the cycle comes when they reached the age of twenty-nine."

"And according to the calculations I've made, the prince will be in heat in an hour's time!" Pluto looked expectantly at her queen. She is glad that the prince will be going into heat which means he will claim Usagi but she is worried for her friend's safety. Most of the stories that she had read about the mating hadn't turn up as nicely as she had thought. She doesn't know if her friend could have the stamina to last through it.

"Let him be. Furthermore it will cut the progress time."

"But don't you think it is too fast, your majesty? What if he hurts her?" Pluto asked.

Queen Selenity smiled. "No he won't. I'm sure of it. He will never harm the one thing that mattered to him the most."

It is done. The queen had said her words and it can't be undone. Bowing, Pluto took her leave, disappearing back to her time gate and silently praying that whatever the queen had said is true.

Take care Usagi…

"Son what's today's date?" a spiky haired warrior asked as he gulped down another mouthful of water.

The miniature size of the warrior with the exception of the length of hair turned from his desk. His eyebrows creased thoughtfully before answering. "It is the seventh of February, dad. Why?"

Goku frowned as he thought the information over. He repeated the date again, totally unaware of the question his son had gave him. A nagging feeling itch his mind as if telling him to remember something of importance that will happen that night. After a few minutes of fruitless pondering, he finally gave up and head to the kitchen where he knew his wife would be. His sentiments were right. His wife was busy washing the dishes and he couldn't help but admire the well contoured buttocks that he had worshipped every chance he got.

Tossing the can into the bin, he silently crept behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. His wife elicited a startled gasp which quickly turned into a lustful moan when he languorously licked her ear and kneaded one of her breasts.

The dishes were momentarily forgotten as Chichi half-heartedly tries to pry herself off her husband's embrace. "Gohan will come in any minute, Goku," she breathed, trying to sound nonchalant but the effect was lost when another moan escaped her. The hand that was at her breast had slipped under her clothing and was now tweaking her hardened nipples.

"No he won't. He is busy studying," he whispered as he licked at the mating mark which he had given on the night of their mating. The words suddenly rang a bell. With a curse, he reluctantly pulled away from his wife. Seven February is the date that Vegeta turned twenty-nine and that mean…

"Goku?" the dishelved look and her questioning gaze combined with her aroused scent nearly changed his mind about going after the another living full blooded Saiyan. Leaning down her gave her a hard searing kiss and pulled away.

"I have to get to Vegeta. He's turning twenty-nine tonight and if I don't stop him, he's not going to be able to stop his beast side."

Even though her blood years for him to complete what he had started, the danger of having a full blooded Saiyan in heat is more dire than her need. She should know since she is mated to one.

Nodding to him, she watched him burst out of the house. Sighing, she quickly righted her clothes and continued with her dishes.

The fridge was lined with different type of food. Reaching into the second tier, Usagi took out the blue air-tight container. Humming her favorite tune, Usagi nudged the door close with her derriere. Still humming, she skipped her way to the microwave. After popping the container in and punching the right setting, Usagi began cleaning up the small clutter that someone had made earlier.

It took about two minutes to clean up the mess which left her another three minutes before the brownies are ready. Making sure that nobody is around, Usagi closed her eyes and began to trace the steps that had danced in her dreams for countless nights.

Humming the foreign yet familiar song, she began to twirl and sashayed, her adrenaline and a strange warm feeling became her dance partner. Unseen by her, a pair of onyx eyes glinted in the doorway of the doorway of the huge kitchen. The watcher seemed to devour every single twist, step and jump. The hunger in his eyes flared tenfold when he finally recognized the ancient steps.

The urge and longing to join the mating dance was overwhelming but the thought of scaring the small creature overruled everything. Leaning against the doorframe, he was contented to watch the small creature dancing. With every twist, the desire for her leapt a level but not once did he moved from his spot. When she suddenly slipped, did he move.

Her eyes flew open and before she could even utter a scream, Serena had found herself experiencing hovering in mid-air with the help of a pair of strong arms. A slight blush covered her face when she realized who her savior was. "Vegeta!"

Instead of the customary insults on her ability to keep on her toes, the vegetable head stared intently at her, making her blush all the more. The shopping trip had truly loosened up his screws for his all-so-famous reactions.

10 seconds…

20 seconds….

30 seconds…

No clever remarks, no Mr. Arrogant speeches, no I'm the Prince of Saiya crap!

And is he going to hold her like this till tomorrow?

"Vegeta? You can let go of me now," she said as she held on for dear life in case his screws suddenly tightened and he decided that she is better off kissing the floor. She didn't know if her request or her grabbing onto him did the trick but she was glad when he suddenly straightened up.

When Usagi was vertically on her feet, she hadn't realized two things. First, his screws were still loose. Second, he had his hands firmly planted on her waist. Instead she had looked up at him and smiled her gratitude.

It took a few seconds for the warrior to react and when he did, Serena had wished she was nearer to the counter where she can easily reach those pots and pans. It seems that vegetable head had really lost his nuts.

Vegeta suddenly leaned down and sniffed at her neck; he did it to both sides. As if he was searching for something, he reached out and pulled the neckline lower which resulted in Usagi yelping and slapping his hand away.

Leaning backwards, Usagi suddenly reached out and put the back of her hand onto his forehead. Her frown was apparent when she couldn't get the result that she desired. When she pulled her hand away and took a good look at his face, she was highly irritated to find him looking disgruntled at her. Why, he looked as if it was she who is acting weird!

Leaning backwards again, she put on her best frown even though her neck protested against the strain. "Ok Veggie, I don't know what tricks you are up to but it is sure isn't funny and would you let go of me while you are at it?" she commented as she poked him on the chest.

Instead of letting her go, he trapped her hand under his own, flattening it on his chest and frowned. "Where is your mark, woman?"

Serena was highly confused, either that or Veggie head had totally lost his screws. "Mark? I don't have one except for a birthmark and there is no way I'm going to show it to you!" she returned as she struggled to get loose.

A loud growl rumbled off his chest and he tightened his hold around her waist which instantly put a hold onto the struggle. Satisfied that his mate to be would not escape him, he leaned down again and sniffed at her neck, this time licking at her pulse point.

"Could you stop doing that?" Serena tried to shove him but ended up gasping as he once again licked at that particular spot. The strange warmth that had engulfed her during her dance washed over her. She couldn't help letting a moan from escaping as the hand at her waist trailed upwards and began to trace patterns at the side of her breast.

Licking the tempting pulse again he began nipping at it, once in a while his tongue would flick out to sooth the mark. Bringing his mouth to her ear, he growled, "Where is your mating mark, woman? My scent is all over you. Where is your mark?"

Usagi tried focusing on the question but it was rapidly going down the drain. "You have to stop that if you want me to answer you…" alas the sensation that Vegeta was gifting her had dried up her last drop of common sense. A reminder ring from the microwave didn't even penetrate the haze of passion that had engulfed the couple.

Vegeta pulled slightly away only to have him capturing the sweet cavern that had captivated him moments ago. His tongue slipped past her lips and plundered every depths of her mouth. A loud growl reverberated through his chest when her tongue timidly strokes his. Using that chance, he coaxed her into dancing her tongue with his.

By now Usagi was mindless for his touch. An unfamiliar heat coursed through her veins when one of his hands suddenly slipped under her shirt and bra and began thumbing her nipple. Moaning into his mouth, she clutched at his shoulders and unconsciously arched into his hand.

Vegeta's eyes darkened and he pulled his mouth away to rain wet hot kisses down the column of her throat. Hovering over the obstrusive clothing that hid his prize, he effortlessly tore her blouse apart. A low primitive growl escaped him as he took in her state of her near undress. The blue laced material that covered his prize enticed him and with a flick of his fingers, that too came off. Now that nothing had obstructed his way, he leaned down and replaced the spot his thumb was previously. A loud moan and a whimper escaped Usagi when his tongue twirled around the pert nipple.

A soft furry appendage had slipped underneath her skirt and had curled around her inner thighs. Her mind was too hazy to comprehend the significance of the furry appendage even when it suddenly flicked against her wet core. Her knees buckled then and white hot pleasure burned her.

After Vegeta had seen to both mounds, he rested his head against her ear and growled, "Tell me you are mine."

Usagi couldn't comprehend his question since the furry appendage was still rubbing against her wetness. But when he repeated the question one more time and the furry appendage stopped its ministrations, Usagi finally managed to regain a bit of her senses.

"Tell me you are mine, onna!"

The position she is in and the commanding tone that Vegeta had growled finally pierced through her hazy mind. What was she doing? She was literally half naked and draped over him and those feelings that he brought out from her shook her to her core. She shook her head and tried to pull away from the warm body against her but Vegeta wouldn't allow it. He lets out a primitive growl and pressed her closer to him.

"No Vegeta… we have to stop this. You are not thinking straight. Remember, I'm the crazy and noisy onna who irritates you. You have to let me go, Vegeta," Usagi pleaded as she tries once again to pull away but with every kisses he bestowed on her naked flesh, her struggles began to lessen.

"I will not let you go Usagi, not now not ever. You are mine!" Vegeta declared reverently. Let her go? Never!

The underlying tone scared Usagi. What did he mean that she is his? A sudden thought unsettled her feelings. Did he mean what she thinks he means? So intense she was in her thoughts that she didn't realize that she had spoken her thoughts out loud.

"Yes, my beautiful onna. I want you as my mate." Vegeta answered as he licked the tempting pulse on her neck again. Having enough of the senseless talk, he twisted her hair in his hand and brought her face to his.

"Enough talk, onna. Tell me that you are mine!"

Usagi still wanted to ponder over her answer but a whisper of words stopped her. Her eyes glazed over as flashes of images that seemed foreign and yet familiar to her flitted through her mind.

Remember…

Remember who you were…

Remember who you are to him…

When the last of the images flashed by, she was badly shaken. Raising her hand, she shakily touched the strong jaw in front of her. The images had been an image of her heavily pregnant with Vegeta tenderly caressing her bulging tummy. The joy and pride that was etched on his face brought tears in her eyes. Was that an image of the future?

Catching the tear drop with his thumb, Vegeta frowned. Why is the onna crying? Had he hurt her somehow? Did she find mating with him so vile? The vulnerability that he felt unsettled him. "Why are you crying, onna? Is mating with me so vile?"

Usagi smiled lovingly at him which unconsciously made his heart soared a mile. Reaching out, she traces the contours of the lips that wrecked havoc on her nerves. "Ie Veggie-kun. I am very honored and happy to be your mate." The look that Vegeta gave her told her that he didn't believe it. Undaunted, she suddenly leaned forward and bit at the spot where his neck met his shoulder to prove her point.

"I am yours, Vegeta, Ouji no Saiya. Yours until the end of time."

With a loud growl, Vegeta effortlessly pulled her against him, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Capturing her mouth, he backed her against the wall, all the while slowly grinding his hips against hers. His mouth slanted over hers again and again as one of his hand traveled southwards that held his hidden treasure.

Just as he was about to reach her heat, a high energy signature burst into the kitchen. Instantly Vegeta pressed himself close to the flushed body against him, covering every inch of the exposed flesh as he can and flared up his ki. Someone will have to die for this insolence!

"Vegeta you have to stop!" Goku shouted the moment he burst in, fully intending to save whoever the blue blooded Saiyan was pouncing on. What he didn't expect was to see Vegeta tightly wrapped around the waist by a pair of sexy legs in what looked like an excerpt from Karma Sutra.

The threatening and possessive roar that the in-heat Saiyan bellowed had confirmed his suspicions. He had interrupted the mating cycle of the male with his future mate. Suddenly Goku wished that he had stayed at home with Chichi, at the least he will die in a pleasurable way.

"Forgive me, my liege. I had thought you went into berserk due to the cycle," Goku bowed, making sure he followed the royal protocol properly. It is a very delicate matter if one to disturb the cycle especially if the male in heat is of the royal blood. Their power level would be tenfold and bloodbaths will usually follow suit at the intervention.

"I should kill you for your insolence," Vegeta spat out as he flared out his ki dangerously, making sure that the intruder knew of his anger.

"Please accept my apologies, my liege," Goku apologized again but not before he got a good look at the long furry appendage that wrapped around one of the female's legs. He tried to scan for the female's energy signature but Vegeta's ki had completely masked it and his hopes of finding the identity of the prince's mate slipped by.

A loud dangerous growl escaped Vegeta as he thought over his decision. The fool had dared to interrupt his quest and also scan for his mate's ki. He had almost seen his mate naked.

Usagi was still mindless to everything but her lover's touch, even to the new presence. So when her lover had stopped, the warmth that had pooled at the junction of her legs suddenly became excruciatingly unbearable. She whimpered softly at the loss and arched her body into him. She inwardly sighed at the pleasure that it brought and the fact that her lover was once again paying attention to her.

Feeling slightly bold, she reached up and captured his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it. The ragged groan that her lover gave her had told her how much he liked her boldness. After a while of the teasing game, Vegeta became impatient. Capturing her mouth, he began to make love to her with his tongue as he flared out his ki, a threatening signal to order the intruder to leave.

Goku didn't need to be told twice. In a blast, he shot out of the house but not before he finally got a good look at the soon to be future queen of Saiya. The memory will forever be etched into his mind when he saw the face.

"Usagi! Are you in there?" Bulma asked as she knocked on the door. Hearing no replies, Bulma walked away thinking her friend was still asleep. Walking into the kitchen, she unconsciously walked past a pile of thorn women's wear that hid underneath the counter. Opening the microwave door, her eyes brightened in delight at the container of brownies.

"Oh she must have heated it up in the morning for breakfast!" Bulma squealed as she quickly slipped the container into her briefcase and headed back into the hall and straight for work.

"I'll thank her for the breakfast later," Bulma commented as she engaged her engine.

Strays of sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on the naked couple. Tenderly, Vegeta brought the ethereal creature into his arms, inwardly pleased when she had turned to face him, snuggling closer into his warmth. A raw bite mark on her neck glared at him and Vegeta couldn't resist the temptation to lick the mating mark.

His. She is his now.

Last night marks the day when he turns twenty-nine, the age when his primal side took over to mate with the one most compatible to him. He was quite surprised when his primal side had chosen this onna to be their mate. He had expected someone stronger, cold and cruel not the ill-opinionated, emotional and stubborn to the bone, weak Lunarian onna.

A small lit up his face as he thought over his words. After last night's experience, he had to take back his description about her being weak. Last night, she had been everything but weak. A sense of male pride washed over him as he remembered that he had been her first, a very rare gift amongst his people. She was so responsive, so wild, so hot and so god-damn sweet. Kami-same, he had never experienced anything like it before and it was only near dawn had his beast side allowed her to rest even though his desire for her was still great.

Using his tail, he slowly caressed her silky thighs underneath the sheets. His tail, it was a miracle he got it back though he didn't know how. Stranger still, his tail was not in its usual color, it was vermilion. Was it supposed to change color during the mating cycle? Will it ever return to normal or will it totally disappear?

As if sensing her mate's distress, Usagi reached out and stroke his wandering tail, earning a ragged moan. Taking a few deep breaths, Vegeta tugged his tail back but his mate would not relinquish her hold. His body shuddered in pleasure as she once again stroke the sensitive appendage. Shifting slightly so as not to disturb his mate's rest, he suddenly saw his mate smiling mischievously at him. A man could only take in so much provocation.

With a growl, he captured his mate's lips and proceeds to make deep hot love to her.

A/N: konnichiwa minna-san! At last I got this chapter out. Yes there are some sexual content in it but its not that much, its still in the rating system. Till the next chapter, my friends!

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