She moved soundlessly in the dark, swift and slinking like a panther. Kannon crept down the dark hallway, her ruby eyes catching with the light of a flame as she paused to peer through the tiniest crack in a doorway, shivering as she watched in silent fear.

"Hmhm... We'll get back at that one, certainly..." Grenada whispered to himself, or so it seemed as he sat cross-legged, naked on the floor of a barren room scarred by burn marks, entranced by the smoldering flame before him.

"Yes.. Mhm... Oh, definitely. Once we're better. Hmhm. " He mused in the silence, reaching and caressing the flame with his blackened fingers, twisting his hand to and fro as the flames engulfed it.

"Ahhah... No, not that one. But he can suffer too. Hmhm. The traitorous Kannon for sure.. Heheh... " He responded to the fire before quickly pulling his hand back, wincing.

"You bite me, why? Mhm... have I not only ever been your servant..? Hmhm. I promise, I did not!" He flinched back, cradling his hand as he seemed to be frightened of images that weren't there. "Master please, I am begging you, hm.." Grenada cowered, lowering his head in submission. He whimpered, sucking on his finger, then curled into a ball on the floor, mesmerized by the dancing flame.

Kannon crept back quietly, stepping softly so as not to alert him. She ducked through the dark house until she came into the kitchen and eyed the cellar door. All was completely silent, only the slow drip of the faucet could be heard as she softly stepped closer to the door and opened it carefully. She came down the stairs, into the dark basement and stood beside the large figure lying prone on the prison slab. Nappa opened his eyes, and they fell on her, widening.

"What are you doing here, Kannon? You can't be here..." He whispered, rolling onto his side and sitting up. Kannon came close to him and ran her hands over his head, down to his jaw and pressed his face into her chest softly.

"I can't sleep, not without you... Please, I don't want to wait for us to be together, Nappa.." She whispered in a sweet voice, lowering her face and placing kisses on his head.

"It's not safe, Pinchie. Remember our plan? Tomorrow. " He looked up and stroked the blue curl that accented her rosy cheek, his eyes softening as he saw the lonely look in her ruby eyes.

"I'm scared... Grenada is saying he's going to get revenge on everyone, it looks like Vegeta hurt him real bad..." She said with a worried tone. Nappa chuckled softly and pulled her over to sit on his thigh.

"Don't worry, Vegeta can hold his own. Besides, Grenada won't get the chance for revenge. You're not scared, are you...?" He asked, looking into her eyes with a hard glare as if addressing the Kannon inside.

She shook her head vigorously.

"I ain't scared of nothin'!" She squeaked, then widened her eyes and put her hand over her mouth with surprise at the uncharacteristic words that had come out. Nappa smirked, tucking her blue hair back, then sniffing her neck.

"I missed that fiery spirit of yours... Mmm... I can still smell my mark here..." He growled and nibbled lightly on her neck, activating the sensitive nerves in the scar that bonded them as mates, even after all this time.

"N-Nappa! Not yet...ooh!" She gasped, as he mouthed the faded mark and sucked it. The feeling sent shivers through her body, her back arching with ecstasy as he pulled back and blew cool air on the faded marking, making goosebumps rise. He held her tightly and kneaded the flesh of her backside, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger in the darkness.

"Not in front of everyone, sweetie..." She giggled, shivering as he exhaled sharply and pulled back from the tempting scent of the mark, growling softly. Kannon traced one finger down his neck, smiling seductively as he gasped. She traced circles on the thick muscle above his collarbone, leaning over and kissing there.

Nappa grunted as her soft lips placed whispers of kisses on his hardened skin, tensing his arms as she darted the tip of her tongue out and made circles on his skin. He gripped the table and groaned as she did, restraining himself from losing his control. She pulled back and giggled at his frustrated expression, batting her long eyelashes and closing her eyes sweetly.

"You little... fox, you... you remember.." He said with a growing smile, nuzzling his cheek on her head.

"A' course I do, shnookums. I had to bite ya back for what you did!" She said, giving the area a small pinch. His eyes rolled back and he chuckled maliciously, returning his gaze back on her and flipping her over so that she was beneath him. "Oof! Nappa!" She said in a hush, swatting him on the shoulders.

He pulled her down to grind their hips together and licked her chest, pulling the fabric of her sheer white tank top with his teeth, rumbling into her skin.

"Did you come here just to tease me, or did you really miss me, Pinchie?" He said, with a hot breath on her generous chest.

"I-I, umm... well a' course I missed ya, I was just lonely is all, and-ohh!" She gasped as he sucked on her breast, feeling the heat of his body wrapping around her and pressing at her center.

"You have no idea how long I have spent dreaming of this day, how many sleepless nights I thought of you..." He said and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed. He pulled back after a long moment and looked her seriously in the eyes.

"You need to return to your room, though. Until tomorrow, you have to keep our little secret. Then, I can have you all to myself." He said, frowning a little as he reached down and pinched her cheek gently. Kannon opened up her green eyes then gasped, squirming under his touch, blushing.

Nappa leaned down and softly brushed his lips on her neck, kissing the bruises that still remained on the blonde haired Kannon. Kannon turned her head and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face as he kissed each bruise tenderly, licking gently, rumbling in his chest as he doted on her wounds with careful attention.

She wrapped her arms around him and allowed her tears to fall, as he pulled up her shirt and kissed her tender breasts, no longer lusting for her but only giving his quiet apology to her, nuzzling his head against her and sighing as he rested it there.

"I don't want to ever be away from you again, Nappa, I would die before I left your arms..." She said with a choked sob, squeezing her eyes shut.

"I love you so much..." She cried, and he kissed her lips softly, carefully holding her and treating her as broken glass in his powerful grip, wrapping his tail around her and returning the sentiment with his touch.

"You will not die, not on my watch. I won't lose you again... I promise you. I will avenge your honor." He said and kissed her again, stroking his hands through her blonde hair lovingly. He pulled back to gaze into her eyes and she smiled finally, her hard eyes softening with their watery gaze into his.

"Thank you, Nappa... I know you will." She said and carefully sat up, wincing in pain as she felt her tender backside.

"What is it? It hurts here?" He asked, concerned, and gently touched her bottom through her pajama pants. Kannon kept her pants pulled around her waist, shaking her head, lowering her eyes in shame.

"It'll heal. It's going to hurt for a while, that's all.. I hope you won't mind.." She said, flushing. Nappa's mouth fell open and closed, then he shook his head vigorously.

"Of course not, Kannon... Until you are better. Don't be ridiculous. I'm not some unmated whelp that can't hold his own rut in check. But I'm still wild..." He chuckled, and she batted him on the shoulder playfully.

"I have to go to bed now, wild man... here, lie down." She whispered, and he obeyed, getting into the prone position he had become so accustomed to lying in. Kannon placed the broken shackles there to appear as if they were still attached, then leaned down and kissed him before saying her goodbyes to him and the other saiyans, making her way back to her room carefully with anticipation for the events that were soon to come. After a few moments of silence, there was movement in the cages as the saiyans shuffled to peer out through the bars.

"Is Prince Vegeta coming to save us, General?" A voice asked thinly veiled with hope. Nappa gave a harsh chuckle.

"I wouldn't place bets on it, no."

"How are we going to get out, then?"

"...Just listen to me, I'm your General now. I'll give you all your orders, just sit tight and pay attention, alright?"

"Yes, sir." The voices spoke in unison, and Nappa smirked, closing his eyes as he mulled over their next move.

…

Foreign particles of hazy green sand swirled around their feet as the hiss of the space pod doors opening made an echo in the otherwise silent outland on the vast plains of the farthest planet in the South Galaxy, Planet Yjdirok.

"How much longer does he expect us to wait!? I'm going to tear that hair-brained fool's head clean off!"

" ...I can go out and scout for Raditz, your Highness, if that's what you'd ask of me.." Nappa suggested gently, slowly walking to stand behind Vegeta as he whipped his body back around and sent ki blasts into the surface of the planet, making craters in the soil, sending green, smoky clouds into the dark sky.

Nappa stepped back, exhaling and crossing his arms over his chest.

"What's the big commotion, some type of welcome party? Those are pretty fireworks you've got there, Vegeta." A rasping voice chuckled, as Raditz came into the clearing through the haze of the after shock with an alien female slumped over his shoulder unconscious, his face and body splattered with green blood beneath his battle armor.

"What did you do now, idiot! Are you trying to make a mutant spawn on my time?!" Vegeta asked, raging as he stormed over and yanked the female off his shoulder by her leg, before flinging her into the air violently. He laughed as her leg came away easily in his hand, and she screamed, shortly before he blasted her body into invisible particles, leaving only a spray of green blood to rain down.

"There, that takes care of that!" Vegeta said smugly, smirking at his purge companion's reaction. Raditz lowered his eyes and his playful grin fell away as he let out a low growl, stepping forward threateningly towards Vegeta. Nappa looked on, shaking his head, watching as Vegeta clenched his fists and shook with anger.

"You don't growl at me, third-class! Remember your place, scum!" Vegeta snapped, slashing one hand in the air before the large warrior's eyes that seemed glazed over with his intense anger.

"Shouldn't have killed the female." He replied in a growling voice, his eyes ringed with red as he stepped forward again, his tail making curling loops in the air, then coiling in on itself.

"I've had enough of this, you ridiculous fool! Come off of the rutting before I castrate you myself!" Vegeta snarled, standing firm as Raditz towered over him. Sweat glistened on his pale olive skin as he panted, his pupils dancing with delirium.

He pulled his lip back and bore his long fangs, then craned his neck back and made a pained howl, falling to his knees. He raked his hands through his sweat-drenched mane, bellowing in agony as the pain of his last whelping as an adult male was coming to an end.

Nappa walked over and placed a hand on Vegeta's shoulder, causing the young prince to turn and furrow his brows with bafflement.

"Don't punish Raditz, he's already in enough pain as it is... One day, you too will experience what he is going through. You'll understand why I can't let you harm him, Vegeta. If he survives this, he will no longer have only the potential of a low level Saiyan. He lived long enough to see his third ester of life, and that's a long life for a third-class warrior. Once his rut ends, you'd be wise to watch his actions." Nappa said carefully, flinching as Vegeta shrugged him off.

"Pathetic! Weakened by a female's musk! I'll never fall victim to such a pitiful fate!" He snapped, and with that he stormed off and slammed the door of his pod shut. Nappa knelt down and slung Raditz's arm over his shoulder, pulling him up easily and dragging him to his ship.

"Come along, Raditz, there's more work to be done. Soon you'll be out of the worst of it."

He helped him into his pod and set the coordinates, attaching the life support respirator to his face to help aid in healing his heat sickness. Nappa shut the door and returned to his own pod, as the other two began to rumble in preparation for take off, shaking his head.

"That fool, he has no idea... Once it happens to him, it'll be harder than he can even imagine..."

…

Vegeta snapped awake, gasping for breath as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He blinked, rubbing his sweat-dampened face and stood up from the floor by his bed, shaking. He turned and pulled the blanket back on his bed, sliding under the covers.

He rolled onto his side and closed his eyes, breathing in a sweet aroma and softly rumbling. He smiled and curled his arm around something solid, pulling it to him, then freezing in place as he felt that the solid mass was breathing.

His eyes opened wide and he stared in surprise as he saw an azure head of hair sprawled out across the pillow. She mumbled softly and reached for him in her sleep, clutching his arm and pulling it tighter around herself, then nuzzled her face into the warmth of his chest and sighed contentedly.

Vegeta attempted to breathe as shallowly as possible so as to not inhale her scent, his body tense. He pulled gently away from her, sliding as carefully as he could. Bulma mumbled again in her sleep, shivering.

He observed her and noticed she was quivering from the slight chill that came from the open window. It proved useful for cooling his skin on the nights when he was too hot to sleep comfortably, but as he observed her, he concluded that a weak human like her must have much less heat in her blood. He exhaled and softly growled as he pulled her back to him, lying with his hips held carefully away from hers.

Vegeta watched as she snuggled up to him and rested her small hand on his chest, where beneath his bandages the burned skin was still hot and sensitive to the touch. He grunted softly as her hand gripped them, then softened and her breathing became eased once again, falling back into a deep slumber. He watched her sweetly closed eyelids flutter, with those long blue lashes tickling her flushed pink cheeks. Her soft cupid's bow lips were parted and moist as her small, candied breaths huffed out onto his chest.

Why can't I say no to this damned woman! It's even more difficult to resist when she looks so wretchedly peaceful. I'll just sneak out in the morning... she'll never even know… He thought, becoming too drowsy to continue his thought pattern, he closed his eyes. Vegeta then sunk back into a relaxed state, pulling her closer as he grew more comfortable. He sighed deeply as he buried his nose in her strawberry scented locks, purring in his subconscious desire. That night, his dreams took him to places where he was trapped in her scent, completely bathed in that sweet aroma.

The sun rose and at last fell over the Earth, as a new day had finally come, and with that, a much needed rest for all of its inhabitants. Launch stirred, rubbing one eye, then cracking it open as she awoke. Her green eyes settled on the softly lit room bathed in rosy-pink light, her line of vision crawling across the floor and seeing her green shorts from yesterday tossed on the floor. Red panties, as well as a pair of crumpled blue jeans that were much too large to be hers. Huh... That's odd. Launch thought then shivered as she felt a tickling feeling on her back.

Launch shot up in bed and turned around, seeing wild lengths of prickly black hair with a russet hue revealed by the sunlight spread over his back as Raditz still rested. Launch dared to look down and tilted her head curiously as she could actually see where his thick tail met the base of his spine and carefully pulled the sheet back, revealing two sculpted buns. She was shocked by what he saw, he was completely naked!

Naked...? Why is he naked?! She thought, her heart rate beginning to rise. She then looked down and saw the light hitting her perky breasts and her completely bare body. She jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom, screaming when she was stopped dead in her tracks by a hard tug like her spine had been torn out of her back. Launch fell to the ground, howling in pain.

"Fuck!" Raditz grumbled in a groggy voice, coming out of a deep sleep.

"Grrr...Stop messing around, Launch, that hurts!" He growled, twisting around on the bed. In result, Launch felt something pull her rear up in the air and she howled in agony, tears spilling over her cheeks.

"What the hell is going on?! Why did you wake me up so early, girl?!" He growled again, and then softly laughed. "Oh… That's a pleasing sight. I don't mind seeing a display like that first thing in the morning, but you shouldn't tease a man like that unless you're ready to be mounted..."

He chuckled lustily, and Launch jumped nearly out of her skin when he tickled her most sensitive place with a graze of his finger. She sat her butt down from its provocative position and blushed fiercely as he popped his finger in his mouth and swirled around the feminine taste of her as if it were a fine wine.

"Hm, that's a nice flavor you have there... " He said, then grinned.

Launch stood and cracked him across the cheek with her fist as she covered up her chest with one arm, huffing angrily. "You filthy pervert! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Raditz blinked at her as if she were being ridiculous, standing up in front of her and unabashedly showing his approval, his mouth curling into a wry grin. "I'll do whatever I want with MY woman, especially after she offers herself to me..."

Launch only looked up, gulping as she felt the heat of his erection grazing her belly as it was at full mast just from the taste of her. She braced herself and only looked into his eyes, pretending not to notice his enthusiastic reaction to her.

"I'm not your woman! Blue is! Not me!" She squeaked, covering her mouth with her hands.

"Then why did you just sound like her, and why do you think just because you are the other half of her brain that somehow makes you two completely different? I know her, I know that you two share some of the same thoughts and feelings, so just stop this silly game. I fought for her hand, that makes you mine as well, girl." He said and glared down at her.

"I am different! An' I ain't your girl!" She yelled, then turned her face away sharply to avoid his gaze, clutching her hands around her exposed chest protectively.

Raditz sighed heavily, scratching his head.

"Oh… Well, if that's how you're going to act, then get out of my way. I'll have to go take care of this annoying... issue you caused in the bathroom again, unless you want to watch...?" He said teasingly, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking it with a soft growl for emphasis as he eyed her curvy body and licked his lips.

Launch backed up and grimaced, punching him in the arm, screaming, "Ugh! Don't you dare do that sick shit in fronta' me, ya' caveman!"

Raditz sat down heavily on the bed, covering himself with the sheet, grumbling. He pulled out part of the sheet and held it out for her to cover herself with.

"Here." He said, sternly eyeing her. Launch covered herself up well with the sheet and stared at the carpet before her, biting her bottom lip.

"You were... just kidding, right? About me being your…woman?"

His eyes softened, and he smirked.

"Would you… like me to make you mine?" He said teasingly, crossing his arms over his chest. Launch blushed and didn't answer that question.

"You tell me first, why are we naked? What did you do to Blue?" She asked, with sudden apprehension. Raditz frowned and looked away, scratching his head.

"Well, I like to sleep this way, and so does 'Blue'... It's something a male does to cover their female in their scent, skin-to-skin contact. It doesn't necessarily have to be sexual. But if you're asking if I've taken her yet, the answer is no...she hasn't given me permission, yet." He said with a sigh, mildly annoyed.

Launch nodded, and feeling satisfied with his answer, she grinned widely.

"So, she's got you whipped, huh? Ha! Didn't think she had it in her! She is part of me after all!" She cackled.

Raditz growled, his eyes darkening.

"I am not whipped...!" He snapped, gripping the sheets in his hands.

But Launch wasn't listening. She was suddenly thinking back to that fateful night after Tien had effectively hit and quit their relationship all in one night.

"...Well, actually I think I was the first one to sleep with you almost naked— I mean!"

Raditz chuckled, now very curious.

"Oh is that so? When did this happen?" He asked, waggling a bushy brow at her. Launch scoffed, tightening the sheet over her cleavage and grumbling.

"It was after...after I was with Tien, I guess...I dunno." She turned her face away, sighing. "I was watching you sleep. You looked so peaceful. You didn't look anything like a vicious killer. Then, you started saying my name… and there was just something…. about the... way you said it… that made me feel guilty for watching." She blushed furiously. Raditz reached and played with a lock of her golden hair, twirling it around his finger, admiring the glittering gold highlights as he stroked the soft curls.

"Launch..." He whispered, kneeling down to her and brushing his lips across her forehead. She shivered as he said her name so lustfully, then he pulled back and searched her eyes with his.

"Did you like that, watching me pleasure her in my nightly fantasies? Perhaps you hoped it was you in my dream. Perhaps, sometimes you're there too." He growled softly, his eyes warming into hers heatedly. For once she saw him looking at her passionately like that through her own eyes, not through her other self's eyes.

"I just noticed how you're different from Tien, that's all. I was thinking that, maybe after we were… intimate, you would've held me and taken me back home instead of taking off like he did. You're... less shy."

Raditz lowered his chin and scoffed, as if embarrassed by his emotionally sensitive nature that was unbecoming of a Saiyan warrior.

"That's not what you were thinking. The Saiyan female in you was attracted to my musk; you wanted to be taken by a real man, Launch. You still can. I know both of you want to…" He whispered huskily, and she felt a startling throb in her center that shot upward and tingled at his unabashed words then shook her head vigorously.

"N-No! I loved Tien! And now he's dead! I couldn't, c-couldn't imagine that with you! You can't be mine, you're hers!" She sobbed, and Raditz let out a long sigh.

"There's more than enough of me for you, silly girl. You're only one woman; half is afraid, the other half has been hurt..." He said gently and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up onto him. She took the embrace gratefully, curling her body into his wide frame. Raditz held her and closed his eyes, stroking his hands through her hair and inhaling her scent.

"Don't be scared, little Launch, I'm here... I won't hurt you.." He whispered, rubbing his cheek across her soft hair, rumbling low in his chest. Launch clung to him, digging her fingers in his firm flesh and sobbing out the hurt of her loss, drenching his hot skin with her tears for an almost endless amount of time until they at last subsided. Her tears began to dry as she became distracted by the feeling of tingles in the bottom of her spine, curling up and caressing her in the most sensual way.

"What is that...? That weird feelin'..?"

Raditz chuckled softly, and she felt a gentle squeeze that elicited a soft moan from her.

"That's just your tail wrapping with mine, it's a natural reaction due to our close proximity." He said, and lifted his thick, dark brown tail, and as she looked down she saw that there was something golden brown tangled with it, coiling and caressing erotically like snakes; the sensation made her skin crawl as she watched, gulping and looking at him with flushed cheeks. She heard the words he'd said, but it just couldn't be possible, how could she have a tail?

Suddenly, she felt him slowly tighten his tail and cried out, feeling herself aching for something alien to her. She pulled hard and yelped out in pain as there was a golden brown tail snaking out in front of her, quivering. She grasped it and held it, jumping when she felt a new sensation in return as it squirmed wildly in her hands.

"I actually have.. a tail! Just like yours!"

"Yes!" He nodded, giving her a toothy smile that showed he was very pleased by the new appendage.

"Gross!" Launch jumped up, holding the sheet to her chest. She looked at her nude backside as the small brown tail whipped around and fuzzed up.

"Why's it doin' that?!" She exclaimed, grabbing it, then yelping again when she squeezed too hard. Raditz laughed aloud, amused, thumping his own on the bed. His cheeks ached from smiling, he felt so glad, more entertained than he had in a long time, just watching the girl playing with her new tail. It was a simple joy, but it made him feel very happy. He was also proud that he had his very own Saiyan female.

"Our tails are how we Saiyans communicate, it's an unspoken expression of your emotion. Right now you are scared and feeling excited, and that is why it prickles. Mine thumps when I'm happy, and they curl when we are intimate. Your tail is wrapped with mine because it knows I'm a suitable mate for you, Launch!" He beamed with a warm smile, his dark eyes sparkling.

"How do I stop it from doin' all that!?" She yelled, and her tail stuck straight out and puffed up until it was doubled in size. He frowned a little, rubbing his chin, then recalled what Nappa had him and Vegeta do at a young age, when they still didn't have full control of their tails. Vegeta had always done his training like he was supposed to, to the point where he was abusing his own tail; but being a Super-Elite, he was actually born with a tail that was much less sensitive. Raditz, well...He would end up playing more than training his tail, and that's why he still had an extra-sensitive tail.

"Well, we could do tail training if we have to... during battle, wrapping it around your waist stills its movements for the most part, and protects us from harm. Your tail is new, it will take time for you to become accustomed to it and its quirks. Soon it will become more comfortable like an extension of your body. Then you will be more able to control its movement." He said, shrugging. He used his tail to pick up his pants, turning away from her and pulling them up. He buttoned them and pushed his tail through the small hole, then looked over his shoulder at her, smirking.

"Do you know how to cook, or should I go hunting for my breakfast..?" He asked playfully, winking as she pulled the blanket around her tighter and furrowed her brow. He took her silence as a no and felt his heart flutter with a small amount of excitement as he thought of a fun idea that would make Launch less upset about having a tail, once she saw all the clever things she could do with it.

"That's fine, I miss hunting anyhow. Would you like to come along and start your tail training?" He said, playfully batting at her tail with his own.

"How can you see behind you without even looking!?"

Raditz chuckled, reaching and grabbing his bracers off the floor that he had retrieved before coming back home last night.

"You'll find that tails have many more uses than just wagging. I'll show you, if you're ready."

She nodded, a small smile on her face.

"Sure, why not."

"AIIIIEEEEEE! GET OUT OF MY ROOM, VEGETA!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs, slapping at his face and body frantically as he tried to register what the hell was going on that was making the woman so upset. He grumbled, brushing off her harmless slaps and turned over in the bed, curling into a little ball.

"Did you not just hear me?! I said, get out of my bed!" She said, sitting up, huffing with annoyance. Then, Bulma actually looked around the room, and her eyes widened with realization.

"I could say the same to the screaming banshee in my bed, but I'm used to your caterwauling blowing my eardrums out at this point." He remarked with a soft scoff, then sat up on the side of the bed. The sheet fell away, showing her his sculpted back that led to his...his tail, she realized, and she gasped.

"Y-You're SICK! You know that, sick! " She gasped, shielding her eyes as he stood up and showed her his pale caramel colored backside shamelessly, picking up the black boxer shorts she'd provided for him and putting them on.

"I don't recall contracting an illness, nor do I understand why you insist on screaming when I'm right in front of you, Woman!" Vegeta snapped back. Now he was getting mildly annoyed and after getting such a good night's rest too. Why does she have to be so loud? He thought she was much more preferable when she was asleep and not screaming.

Bulma fell silent, looking down at the white Capsule Corps shirt she had on and her pajama pants with her favorite sarcastic cartoon character 'Happy Bunny' on them.

"At least I have all my clothes on, that's a good sign... but how did I end up here? You didn't... carry me here?" She said frankly, eyeing him suspiciously. The last thing she remembered was trying to get him into the medical wing when he came home so badly injured. After that, it was all a blur. So were the events before that.

"W-What the hell happened to me yesterday!? And where the hell were you?!" She said accusingly; if she remembered one thing, it was the feeling of disappointment she had when Vegeta left without saying goodbye.

Vegeta was silent, almost sulking as he hung his head and glanced back at her from his peripheral, his tail twitching almost in a nervous way, just slightly wriggling behind his legs as he contemplated how to tell her what had happened in a way that wouldn't make her upset.

"Well...?" She asked, cocking her head.

Vegeta turned and opened his mouth to speak, but an incessant rapping on his door startled the both of them.

"I've got breakfast for you two lovebirds, if ya' can tear yourselves away from the bedroom!~'' Bunny crooned in a sing-song voice then ran away, tittering down the hall gaily. They both groaned with embarrassment in unison, then looked at each other and blinked. Bulma burst out in laughter, but he only scoffed.

"Get out so I can dress, woman...unless you're offering your services as a handmaiden? I haven't had a servant to dress me in some time." He said with a teasing smirk, turning fully and making her blush at the sight of his compact yet buff body.

Bulma tore her eyes away and sneered, "Dress yourself, toad." Then she hopped up out of the bed, sauntering out of the room and leaving the door wide open. He rushed to the door and shut it, cheeks flaring up pink at her remark.

"Toad?! Say that again, woman?!"

He retorted angrily through the door, then heard her bellow back, "TOAD; A stinky, short, ugly bastard!"

Vegeta flinched back, offended. He shook his head then pulled open the dresser to get his clothes out and shower off the sweet stench of her scent before it drove him mad. And his apparent 'stink'. Out of curiosity, Vegeta sniffed himself and didn't think he smelled too bad. He was told many times by his mother that he was handsome; after all, he did look like his father and women fawned over him. He wouldn't lie and say the short remark wasn't somewhat accurate, but a bastard? That he was not.

That lying girl…What's she hiding? He mused, frowning to himself as he walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

"Honestly, the nerve of that guy!" Bulma grumbled to herself, digging through her messy dresser, flinging out the random items she planned to wear on the bed.

"A handmaiden! Really?!" She said, and grabbed the ball of clothes, storming off into the bathroom.

Oh, thank the gods these Earthlings know how to make one thing right, that's for sure...Coffee! Vegeta gulped down another delicious swallow of coffee that the supposed Queen had made him. It was this delicious thing called a Latté, made with the cappuccino machine that the old man was ranting about being the finest machine he'd ever made, and he had to agree.

"It's got all the works, a syrup injector if you want to add a shot of caramel or mocha, a whipped cream topper that makes all kinds of patterns; it can even add a dusting of cocoa powder or cinnamon– your preference! What do you think, Prince Vegeta?" The purple haired earthling King said proudly, polishing the side of the shiny metal machine, grinning.

"I approve. Another!" Vegeta said with a small smirk, and Bunny took his cup and giggled.

"Isn't it just the bee's knees? So much better than just plain old coffee! Do you want to try the caramel this time, Your Highness?"

Vegeta nodded eagerly, gulping in anticipation. He watched; a rapt observer as the machine made a loud whirring sound and sputtered out the hot nutrient serum, then the cream, then a syrupy rope of what they called caramel. The machine stirred the ingredients with a small spoon, then a burst of cool air came out to cool down the contents.

He licked his lips as his favorite guilty pleasure came out: the microfoam. The blonde woman giggled as she picked out the cream shape: a heart and set it down in front of him. He pulled the cup closer and tried to act casual; not too excited as he rose it to his lips and sipped. They both looked on, with their eyes sparkling in wait for his approval.

This one's even better! My word! It's sheer magnificence in a cup! Vegeta thought, but didn't dare utter aloud.

"It will suffice for my needs." He said with a brisk nod, and Dr. Briefs pulled up a chair next to him, setting down his own cappuccino and grinning.

"You're welcome to use it anytime, my boy, it's stocked right full with coffee!"

"I'm glad ya like it. It makes hot cocoa too!" Bunny said, giggling as she began taking breakfast out of the oven where it had been keeping warm.

"Mmm, something smells good!" A familiar, likably scratchy voice in his ear sang as Bulma trotted into the kitchen, in a seemingly pleasant mood.

His eyes discreetly roved over her, taking in the interesting garment she wore, which was a light pink dress with bunches of red fruit on them –strawberries, or whatever she called them. He subconsciously licked his lips before taking another sip, reminded of the taste of her fermented sugar drink from before, and her accompanying scent, which had combined to make one pleasant aroma in his memory. It wafted with each step she made as the frilly bottom of the dress stretched over her soft backside and revealed the most delightful peeks of her creamy white thighs.

"Prince Vegeta? Did ya want BACON or SAUSAGE, dear?" Bunny asked loudly, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Both!" He muttered quickly, gulping as he peeked over to Dr. Briefs to see the man contentedly reading the morning news while puffing on a cigarette, never the wiser. Vegeta let out a sigh and returned his examining eyes deftly back as Bulma fixed her own latté, dipping one finger in the frothy cream and popping it in her mouth.

Her strange blue hair was slightly damp, combed neatly and very straight as it fell down to the middle of her back. He watched as a tiny drop of water fell from her hair and onto the back of the pastel pink dress, making the fabric dark and revealing a pattern that his eyes quickly narrowed to examine. He bit his lower lip as he saw that it was a sheer, lacy fabric. He rumbled just slightly in his chest, imagining how easily it would tear.

"Here you are, Prince. Someone's still lost in the afterglow I see!" Bunny said lowly with a wink as she set the large platter of food down before him. Vegeta snapped to attention, diverting his eyes from the sinful distraction slinking away to sit across the table from him.

"Ugh, mom! Don't say disgusting things like that, you'll make his perverted little mind even more warped!" Bulma scoffed, giving him a scowl. Vegeta twitched a little at her remark, then watched Bunny dismiss her with a flapping hand, her bracelets jangling as she retrieved her breakfast.

"Nonsense, I think Vegeta has something he wants to say to you, don't you dear? What do ya think of Bulma's outfit?" She asked, nodding with encouragement.

His mouth - which had been watering over the food, became dry as he attempted to wet his lips. He growled softly as his eyes darted down and saw the vast expanse of pale, soft flesh that was nestled attractively in the rippled fabric. He took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart and tore his eyes away, stabbing his fork into his food.

"You're practically naked in that scrap of cheaply made fabric. It's blatantly indecent, and you should be ashamed." He spat and shoved a large sausage link in his mouth.

"Oh, you ass! Like I care what you think!" Bulma growled back, crossing her arms over her chest.

He chewed and gulped quickly, thankful she covered herself at last.

"Modesty is a virtue that doesn't seem to be valued on this planet. it will attract your vagrant boyfriend back though, I'm sure." He grumbled, continuing to eat.

They all seemed to fall silent after his comment. Bunny laughed nervously and sat down next to Bulma, patting her hand as she ate. Bulma looked up at him and raised her eyebrow quizzically.

"Who, Yamcha? Don't worry about him, Vegeta. I don't want to see him." She said with a shrug, her mind apparently still fuzzy from the events of yesterday.

Good. He was tempted to say, but her father cut in instead, setting down his paper.

"I would certainly hope not, my dear." He said carefully, clutching his newspaper tighter.

"Of course not! He's a lying, two-timing jerk! I'm going to call him and tell him today that we're through, I'm done with his childish games!" She snarled, stabbing her food with her fork. They left it at that for the time being, before the truth made her even more upset and she lost her appetite.

"I think that's a good idea, dearie. Why, it's such a lovely day! You should take Vegeta out, now that everything is all calmed down I'm sure they won't even recognize him… I mean, as long as he's not with that big brute. Whatever happened to your bald friend, Your Highness?"

Vegeta chewed and contemplated her question then took a sip of his latté.

"Nappa can take care of himself, I'm sure. He's alive, I know that much."

"What do you think, Bulma dear? Don't you think it would be nice to get out of the house? Vegeta hasn't seen all the wonderful things our planet has to offer, I'm sure he would enjoy a relaxing stroll through West City."

Bulma gnawed at a piece of bacon and shrugged, "Whatever. I'll take the murderous little toad out while I run some errands."

He opened his mouth to object, but was cut off yet again by Dr. Briefs looking at him intently.

"I think that's a fine idea, don't you, Your Highness?" He said while tapping his cigarette into the ashtray, raising one wiry gray eyebrow.

He exchanged a long glare with the old man, then relented, remembering his promise with an irritated scoff.

"I doubt that there is anything to see that I haven't already seen on a thousand planets before." He spat, pushing aside his empty plate and standing.

"You'd better make your little phone call first, woman. Before I give him a speaking to myself." Vegeta said, and with that he turned around briskly and went out the front door.

Bulma looked to her mother and father questioningly, frowning.

"I don't get it, why would Vegeta care?" She said, looking towards the door. Bulma shook her head and stood, cleaning her plate off into the trash.

"I think he's just lookin' out for ya is all, sweetie. Why, he's like a knight in shining armor, protecting my baby girl..." Bunny said, fluttering her lashes at Dr. Briefs who blushed slightly and straightened his newspaper, clearing his throat.

"I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Bulma. Vegeta is a good man. He lives by a strict moral code." He said with a nod.

"I suppose, if you can get past his prickly exterior." She said with a sigh and brushed off her hands.

"First, I want you two to tell me exactly what happened yesterday. I'm not blind. I know that you all know something you're not telling me about Yamcha."