AN: Not a big update today. I don't feel so well . . . but to refresh your memories anything underlined is spoken in the saiyan language. Italics are for thoughts . . . I think that covers that . . . Hmm . . . oh, and enjoy! Michelle

Chapter Twenty-Four

The two saiyan guards could only just watch Sasoli and Uub enter the building connected, one with amusement and the other with confusion.

"Sasoli, is that your-"

"Yes, Kakarot," Sasoli interrupted Goku and sped on.

Vegeta just laughed and pulled Goku aside to explain his take on the situation.

Uub would have liked to know what they were saying but Sasoli surged forward. He would have to talk to her about slowing down one day.

"Oh my."

The detective nearly ran into the demi-saiyan as she froze in her tracks.

"When did this happen?" Pan smirked as she eyed the attached couple.

"Overnight, apparently," Maron shrugged as she tilted her head to see the connection better.

"It's not what it looks like," Sasoli snapped and curled her tail in the small of her back to hide it, or tried to since at the same time Uub put his hand behind his back.

The result was chaos accompanied by giggles.

"We're stuck," Uub took a step back into his original position before he had been yanked forward and around.

Two pairs of inquiring eyebrows found Sasoli.

"I can't . . . let go. Have you guys seen my mom?" Sasoli pleaded while she glanced around. Her mom could usually be found patrolling the hallways for misbehaving secretaries.

"I haven't seen her today," Maron was apologetic as she shook her head.

"Last time I saw her, she was with Zarah," Pan's expression turned sour.

Sasoli tilted her head, "Still pressuring you to get pregnant?"

Pan nodded and crossed her arms.

"She just won't stop."

Maron listened with interest, still being new to the group she was unaware of the situation. "You don't want kids Pan?"

Pan threw her hands in the air with frustration, "It's not that! I'm - well - He isn't mature enough for kids."

Sasoli sighed.

Uub felt like a eavesdropper and was vaguely uncomfortable.

"You have to understand, Pan," Sasoli explained gently, "She still thinks your dad is going to kill him."

"What?" Maron was shocked.

Pan rolled her eyes, "We're married."

"Yes, but he's still killable until you've reproduced."

Uub noted the point with interest. Saiyan culture was brutal but fascinating. He glanced up as movement caught his eye to see a pale Goten backing away.

He must have heard, Uub thought as he remembered Goten's upcoming union with Bra, I don't blame him with a father-in-law like Vegeta.

"That's ridiculous," Pan's voice brought Uub back to the conversation at hand.

"I know," Sasoli snapped, shocking everyone with her agreement. "But that's what she believes."

She moved past the speechless women with Uub behind her.

Goten wrung his hands nervously.

Zarah was still killable?

He became very worried. Zarah and Pan had been married for a couple of months now and if Ava still thought Gohan was going to murder Zarah, then Vegeta-

"Goten."

Goten jumped out of his shoes, literally, and landed in a battle stance.

Vegeta arched a bored brow.

"Something wrong?"

Goten flushed and quickly stepped into his shoes, "You startled me."

"Hn," Vegeta turned his back on the youth, "Follow me."

Goten gulped and obeyed.

"Mom?" Zarah questioned though his eyes where on Uub's wrist, "And you called me indecent."

"You are indecent," Sasoli growled, "This isn't voluntary. Pan said you spoke to mom. Where did she go?"

Zarah shrugged, he had only caught the first part of her statement, "Involuntary? As in you can't let go?"

Sasoli ground her teeth, "Correct."

Uub sighed and went to cross his arms when her tail twitched and somehow entangled itself in his shirt.

Zarah covered his mouth to smother his laugh, "I would keep that thing away from my pants if I were you, Uub!"

Sasoli shot him a glare as she tried to fix the mess. "Move your right arm out of the way," she smacked Uub's arm.

"But-"

"Now."

"It's caught-"

"Uub-"

Zarah just laughed openly as he reached over and yanked at Uub's left arm once.

The sound of ripping cloth filled the air.

"Zarah!" Sasoli gasped as she surveyed the damage.

They had torn the entire front panel of his shirt off.

A vein throbbed in his forehead and he clenched his fists at his sides.

This entire situation was ridiculous.

First, he'd awoken physically attached to his fiancée. Not too bad on first glance and tolerable if temporary. Then he was put through the unique torture of having her tail in her lap as it writhed and rolled displaying her distress.

He was only human, damn it! Apparently he had a body part he couldn't control either. Thank god, he was wearing jeans.

Oh, and her tail was connected just below the small of her back but above her butt. He had discovered this as he was all but forced to grope her by her own tail.

Now this . . . his entire chest was exposed.

"You idiot," Sasoli whacked her brother.

"I'm not the one denying my instincts," Zarah stated smugly and was slapped.

"Where is Mom?" She demanded threateningly.

Zarah fingered his cheek, "She said she needed to speak to Trunks."

"Thank you," Sasoli spun, got tangled in her own tail, and ended chest to chest with Uub.

"Get a room, why don't you?" Zarah snorted and ducked an energy blast.

Sasoli threw out a hand and stopped the orb in midair. She waited and then brought her hand swiftly to her chest just as her brother popped back up. The blast connected with the back of his head.

Zarah was sent over his desk head first.

She disentangled herself, kicked him, and left the office with Uub.

"Sibling rivalry," she announced calmly.

Uub nodded, he was feeling very charitable today.

"Here's your son, Kakarot," Vegeta kept walking.

"Thanks Vegeta!" Goku was grateful, "Goten, your mom wants to know what kind of flowers you guys want for the wedding."

Goten grimaced at the impending argument between Bra, Bulma, and his mom. Then they would turn to him and want him to make the final decision. Each would expect him to chose their flower and no matter what choice he made, two would have their feelings hurt.

Now he wished Vegeta had killed him.

Sasoli stepped into the elevator and stabbed the button for the floor she wanted.

"I'm sorry," she bit off, "I had no intentions of humiliating you like this, ever."

Uub released all of his frustration in a long exhale.

"I'm not humiliated. I could have gotten stuck to someone I didn't like. Besides, it really is a pretty tail."

Sasoli rolled her as she turned to look at him, "Trying to distract me again, detective?"

"Yes, is it working?" Uub tilted his head at an angle so his Mohawk was in plan view.

"You'll have to do better than that," she purred and tilted her face to his before angling away.

Now that was a welcome distraction and his hormones surged forward to accept.

"I can do better," he promised, "but I thought we were supposed to wait before we had this conversation."

His hand ghosted over the side of her face.

Sasoli pouted and arched her tail, which brought his hand within millimeters of her hair, before letting it go limp.

"Do you always play by the rules, detective?"

"Yes," he announced sternly then smiled as he ran his free hand along her tail, "though I on bend them-"

Was all he got out before he was slammed into the elevator wall.

A quick inspection found his arms pinned by her hands with her knee on his pelvis bone to prevent him from thrashing. Her chest was smashed into his to keep his shoulders flat so he could not gain momentum.

He was well and truly pinned.

Her eyes were covered by her hair but her clenched jaw was visible.

"Sasoli . . . ?" Uub nearly flinched when her head snapped up.

Her eyes were filled with a barely retrained feral ness, more common in caged wild animals than humans. She closed her eyes and seemed to focus on just breathing.

"Don't . . . do that . . . "

He swallowed and prayed for control as their chests rubbed with every breath.

"Touched a nerve?"

Her lips parted to show her teeth in a smile as she opened her eyes.

"Did a bit more than that, actually," her eyes were dark, "No more of that until we've had that conversation."

Her breath caught and fang showed in her smile.

"None of that either," a feminine brow lifted, "Enjoying yourself, detective?"

The question was redundant considering the physical evidence.

He swallowed as she lowered her knee an inch, "I guess I can't completely control my body either."

Her eyes drifted close at the confession of desire and leaned even closer to him.

Their lips drifted closer.

She froze as her tail loosened it's hold.

The elevator door opened.

"Am I interrupting something?" Bra placed a hand on her hip.

Sasoli zipped to the other side of the elevator inadvertently yanking Uub off balance. She turned as Uub caught his balance but not control of his momentum.

Bra contained her laughter as he barreled into her cousin and they hit the wall. They bounced off it and landed on the floor with Uub on his back and Sasoli sprawled on top of him.

"So I take it the first one was an accident too," the blue-haired princess quipped.

Sasoli straddled him as she sat up to glare at her cousin.

"Fuck off, Bra."

"Frustrated are we," Bra smiled, "But then who wouldn't be, with muscles like that. How often do you work out, Uub?"

Sasoli snarled and planted a hand on his chest to support her weight, "Don't answer."

Uub just concentrated on breathing and keeping his thoughts clear.

"He can talk to me if he wants to," Bra's smiled turned sly, "He could do a lot with me if he wants to . . ."

She winked as Sasoli vibrated with rage.

Uub's eyes rolled back in his head and he stopped fighting. He might as well enjoy the situation.

Sasoli shivered at the change but kept her gaze on Bra, "Find another elevator, this one is full."

"But this elevator has such attractive scenery," Bra let her eyes wander, knowing perfectly well Sasoli was watching her every move.

Sasoli fired a small blast that connected with Bra's chest. The scientist flew backwards out of the elevator.

The door closed.

"She's going to be pissed," she confided to the man under her, "You know, you're not helping."

"You're the one jerking me around," his eyes were closed and tilted his hips up.

Sasoli got off of him.

He sat up with her.

This is a hellish morning, Sasoli wrapped her arms tightly around her middle to keep from climbing right back on him.

First, they woke up attached. Then she was put through the unique torture of having her tail in his lap, rubbing against his legs.

Not to mention every time he moved his left hand his skin would rub against her tail!

Then, stupid Zarah had to help by ripping the detective's shirt off which revealed all of his wonderful muscles . . .

Bra . . .

Sasoli's lip curled, she could kill Bra right now. Of course, some part of her knew that her cousin was just joking but that part was being stomped into nonexistence by the territorial instincts that screamed, "Maim her!"

Then . . . Sasoli couldn't help the quiet moan, he touched her tail. She never could have predicted the feelings that surged through her body when he did that. She had fiercely guarded her tail from prying eyes and grabby hands for so long, she hadn't even considered what it would be like for someone to touch it.

She had pounced on him like an animal. . . and he seemed to like it . . .

She had liked it. Uub submitting to her will . . . willing to go wherever she would lead him.

No.

Clear thoughts.

Her instincts protested as she willed them away.

He's perfect! He submitted! Take him! When her thoughts turned to a more human, I can't believe I just did that! What's he going to think of me! She opened her eyes to glare at him.

"I might be jerking you around, Uub," Sasoli got to her feet, "but you shouldn't tempt me. I'm trying to preserve your honor."

Calm, cool, and collected was how he would describe her at that moment had anyone asked him.

She was also amusing as hell.

"Somehow," Uub joined her vertically, "that feels like my line."

She smirked.

"You couldn't take advantage of me unless I let you," she winked at him, "And it's not taking advantage if I let you."

The elevator doors opened.

"Uub, I'm not sure if you know," Bulma eyed his shirt or rather lack of it, "But we have a certain dress code-"

"Aunt Bulma," Sasoli shook her head, "What are you doing here?"

"I have decided I like working without the official title," Bulma grinned, "Anything goes wrong and they blame Trunks not me. Plus, I can do more inventing than paperwork."

"I'm sure, Trunks loves that," Sasoli laughed and stepped past her to the office.

Uub nodded and quickly followed to avoid being yelled at again.

Trunks was absolutely amazed as he gazed at his accounting books.

"The work is flawless," 18 assured him bored.

"I should fire my treasurer," he kept flipping.

"I already did," 18 pulled out a separate file and handed it to him, "This is my agreed upon wage."

Trunks choked at the figure.

18 narrowed her eyes, "Fine, you can remove two zeros."

"Done," Trunks was quick to accept.

With 18 keeping such an accurate track of the money, she would be an invaluable person in the company. The information would allow them to see what projects were absorbing exorbitant amounts of money without a profitable output and vice a versa.

18 smiled and collected her papers.

"I'll require an office."

"Of course," Trunks searched his memory for nice offices, "You can have Tom's office."

"Tom," 18 considered it, "That would be acceptable."

She left.

Trunks fell into his chair with a huge smile. Sasoli had inadvertently increased Capsule Corporations worth by a hundred fold by bringing in all the people she did.

New inventions were pouring in with all the new inventors, alien and homegrown or made. The new saiyan guar prevented any and all spies, thieves, and psychos in general which made CC arguably the safest company in the world.

Ava alone, Trunks would be forever grateful.

The secretaries no longer even looked up at him as they worked at peak efficiency to please the saiyan royal. For though, she was extremely harsh with rule breakers, she was also extremely fair and generous with hard workers.

The day she'd been attacked , she'd fired her thirty attackers, gave pay cuts to everyone who just watched, and three raises were given to the people who tried to help her. One of the women, who had gotten a raise, had come to Ava shaking with fear to report the mistake in her wages.

Ava doubled her raise and cut the other two in half for not being as honest.

The saiyan was a genius.

Word spread through the building like it was on fire and Ava watched them all. She gave promotions to the hard workers and demotions to the slackers. Slackers also received warnings about being replaced.

She reorganized the entire system.

Trunks had thought his aunt was crazy when she presented the plan. It would take too much man power and time to be completed.

His aunt just glared at him until he reluctantly agreed to put it into action.

It worked beautifully.

"I was trained since birth to run a palace," she had told him later, "This is nothing."

Life was wonderful . . .

His door swung open.

. . . and interesting.

"Have you seen my mom?"

"No," Trunks tilted his head, "Are you holding his hand with your tail?"

"No," Sasoli ducked out of the doorway with Uub.

"Hmm," Trunks pondered to himself.

The phone rang.

"Yes," he answered automatically, "Yes, she just came in . . . I did see their connection . . . What? Zarah, are you serious . . ."

The rest of the conversation dissolved into chuckles.

End Chapter