SMUT! Or is it…? :D Oh, and the response to Frieza cracked me up hardcore. Yeah, he's a little OOC in this, but he's still evil and killing people and stuff. More on that in this chapter. As to what got them thrown in prison, they pissed off the Planet Trade Organization. It's just a short, yall! I'm not going into backstory detail! I'd be here for DAAAAAAAYS! :P And it's just Ami and she's not Sailor Mercury and there are no other scouts, lol. No Kakarot, either. God, if I threw that in, yet again, I'd be here writing for DAAAAAYS.
Oh, and Eiah? I got more for your vomitorium, baby. :D
"Ok, warden, sit down and I'll treat those ki burns. I'm assuming that's what those are?" Ami asked as she mentally catalogued all of his injuries. Burns, cuts, bruises, but nothing too serious.
"Yes, Doctor. Thank you." Frieza held still when she returned with gloves on and a small pot of silvadine and began to apply it to him gently. The ointment immediately soothed the sting of the burns and he sighed in gratitude once she'd finished, washed up, and started pulling out supplies from the cabinet. "Let me help you since I've taken up so much of your time, dear woman," Frieza purred. "And here. It's a spare and… I hesitate to give it to anyone, but in case you need more than muscle to back you up…"
He handed her the key to the cuffs on everyone's wrist in E Block, and Ami gasped when he pressed it into her palm. "But… warden… this… this is…"
"Only eighty-eight. You understand me? That one has a thing for you and won't leave your side. And only use it under the direst of circumstances. Hopefully it won't come to that, but… better to be prepared for the worst."
"And expect the best," Ami replied automatically before hooking the key onto a chain from her purse and hanging it about her neck, making sure that the key was buried deep in her scrubs. "And I'm telling you, Nappa is only a friend," she added primly.
"And I'm telling you, Doctor, I know that look in a man's eyes," Frieza insisted seriously. "You watch yourself around him or you'll wind up regretting it."
Ami merely snorted, rolled her eyes and shook her head. Frieza clearly didn't know what in the hell he was talking about; Nappa had no interest in her romantically. He was just a very loyal friend, and a very good man for keeping her safe. "So, what's her name, warden?"
Frieza blinked at that and stared her down. "Getting a little unprofessional, Doctor Mizuno." When she blushed and apologized, he cracked a smile. "Her name's Galaxia. And she's as much of a bitch as I am a dick," he chuckled. "Fiery little thing… that woman has a temper that could cause a supernova. And a right hook to match it."
"Ah, sounds like true love, Lord Frieza," Ami giggled as she shoved every medical supply she could find into the canvas bag.
"It is when she's not trying to burn my cock off," he replied with a little waggle of his eyebrows. "There, Doctor. That should be it. I see you already have your personal effects in there, so if shit hits the fan, meet me in my office and I'll get you on an escape pod. If you can't make it…"
"Nappa," she said softly.
"Yes," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Nappa. And you be careful."
"Yes, warden."
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Ami dozed off on one of the beds in the infirmary, but it was a light sleep and she woke to the artificial light flickering on and off. And was that… yelling? "Oh no," she gasped, leaping from the bed to lock the infirmary doors. She kept as calm as possible as she hurried to the bathroom, did her business, then came back out and slung the black canvas bag over her back. It was heavy, but it wasn't so heavy that it would be a burden.
She quietly unlocked the side door then, the exit furthest from the din coming from the direction of D Block, and poked her head out to find the hallways clear. "Good, there's a way to the warden's office from here," she sighed in relief. Ami turned right and jogged silently down the hallway, but found herself stopping and turning right back around before she even got to the main corridor.
"Shit," she whimpered, glancing momentarily towards safety before turning again and facing the halls that led to the psych ward. "I can't… I just can't do it. I can't leave them behind after what they did for me," she whispered to herself. "I'll be quick," she swore. "I'll let them out and take them with me; surely the warden will think of something."
Tiptoeing at the fastest speed she could muster without making any noise, it was only when she reached the psych ward that she realized the sounds of fighting and screams of pain and rage were growing closer. They seemed to be coming from F Block, but as she turned her head, she heard them in the other direction, too. "Shit."
She'd taken too long already… and she was surrounded. And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, three prisoners with big black D's stamped into their prison uniforms came walking through the door and eyed her hungrily.
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"ZARBON!"
"Look, Nappa, we've been through this! The safest place for all of you is in your cells. If I let you all out it'll just cause more chaos. I've got the doors locked and barricaded, and we're all safe in here. You forget that this isn't my first riot," the guard said firmly.
"No, damn it! I don't want you to let us all out! I want you to check on the Doc, Zarbon!" Nappa rattled the bars then and looked to the doors in utter panic. "I've got a really bad feeling, Zarbon. You know I felt the pull for her, and I think that's what I'm sensing. I think the Doc's in danger."
"Let him out, mate," Jeice drawled from his cell next door. "You know Nappa's just going to check on his sweet lady fair. I'm sure he'll come right back."
"I will, Zarbon. I swear it on my tail. I'll just go through the psych ward and up to the infirmary. If I can't find her, I'll come right back. Please, Zarbon," Nappa whispered through the bars. "I'm begging, man."
Vegeta was at his side then, and he held out all the pills that the doc had given him. "Payment for letting him out. Now open the door, Zarbon. What's one prisoner? I'll even stay put."
Knowing that Nappa would never ever leave Vegeta, Zarbon took the pills and unlocked the door, and Nappa was off like a shot, running as fast as he could without the use of his ki. He found the corridor outside of E Block clear, but he could hear the animals from D Block making a ton of noise over in F, and it sounded like…
Nappa blanched as he heard a scream from the psych ward—a high-pitched scream that could only have come from a woman, and there was only one woman aboard the prison ship. "No!" He shouted as he turned and sprinted as hard as he could, sweat dripping down his face and his lungs burning for air as he barged through the swinging doors and found three inmates fighting over the Doc, jerking her back and forth between each other as they argued over who would get her first.
"LET HER GO!"
Already crying hard enough as it was, Ami sobbed harder—but in utter relief—when Nappa dashed forward and crushed one of the prisoner's windpipes, tossed him to the side, and then shoved Ami out of the way. She quickly scrambled for the scrub top that had been stripped from her body, but found it ripped and instead moved for the canvas bag that had everything she'd packed, looking for a weapon of sorts.
It was when another group of prisoners burst through the door and immediately eyed her like a steak dinner that she screamed for Nappa and realized the best weapon she had was still hanging about her neck. "NAPPA, CATCH!" She shrieked, snapping the chain around her neck and flinging the cuff key his way. "USE IT!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Nappa took a knife to the arm in order to catch the key and shoved it into the lock on his wrist, dodging another slash as he twisted it. Then he heard a click and he grinned savagely as he felt a rush of power flow through him—for the first time in ten years, he could use his ki once more, and these little fuckers were going to pay for touching his woman.
Ami cringed and backpedaled away from the prisoners coming towards her, but she needn't have even worried; Nappa was screaming in utter rage and firing a ki blast towards them all, vaporizing every single of one of them with one sweep of the ki wave. Her eyes squinted shut, Ami yelped the moment she felt someone touch her and covered her chest with her arms, shaking like a leaf as tears continued to stream down her face.
But a purr of comfort made her open her eyes and look up to find Nappa's face very close to hers, and she stared at him for only a moment before leaping into his arms and wrapping hers around his neck in a tight hug. "Y—You came for me?"
"Got Zarbon to let me out. I had a bad feeling, Doc. Looks like I was right. Come on," he grunted, lifting her like she weighed nothing. He shoved her torn top in the canvas bag and slung it over his shoulder next, then adjusted the Doc so that no one could see she was only wearing her bra, covering her with her lab coat. "You hurt, Doc?"
"Just a few bruises," she whispered, still shaking from head to toe. Ami clung to him tightly, shut her eyes when she heard more prisoners enter the room, and covered her ears when she heard explosions and screaming. She was crying again in terror as Nappa held her tightly in the crook of one of his giant arms, his tail wrapped possessively about her upper thigh, and she didn't even sense them moving when he used his ki to get them out of the psych ward, and fast.
Ami immediately panicked the moment she felt him sitting her down, and without even opening her eyes, she had her arms around his neck, her legs about his waist, and her face buried in his chest. "Please don't leave me," she begged tearfully.
Nappa sat down hard at that and instantly began to purr loudly for her, whispering gentle words of reassurance into her hair in his native language. Finally, when her crying had eased back, he kissed her forehead. "I wasn't leaving you, Doc," he informed her. "I was only going to find you a shirt to wear." Her sapphire eyes cracked open at that and he wiped at the tears on her face with his own uniform. "Baby, you're not going anywhere until this riot is over, I promise you. You're going to stay right here with me."
"Thank you," she choked out, sobbing afresh into his uniform.
"Shh… it's ok, Doc," Nappa whispered soothingly into her hair, using his tail to spread some of his pheromones. They would arouse her a little most likely, but they would also sedate her and get that hysterical sound out of those uncontrollable whimpers and sobs. "Relax, baby. I swear on my tail that no one is ever going to hurt you. Not so long as you've got me."
She wouldn't stop crying, though, and if anything, his words were only making her sob louder. And that wasn't good; not only was she going to make herself sick in this state, but her weeping would alert others to their location.
Nappa did the only thing he could think to do then, the one thing he'd been aching to do, and he tipped her face up with his fingers before locking his lips to hers, a soft, possessive growl escaping his throat. Gods, she tasted divine, and even though she was frozen in place, he couldn't stop kissing her, his mouth moving and exploring her plump lips, his teeth nipping at them, his tongue smoothing over the crease of her mouth to seek entry. "Open your mouth," he ordered roughly as he tipped her onto her back, his hands gripping her hips as he ground his erection into her core.
He felt her comply then and explored the sweet cavern hungrily, stroking his tongue over hers, trying to coax her into returning the kiss. His beast was purring in delight as she lay still beneath him, interpreting that inaction as total submission, but after a full two minutes of devouring her, Nappa broke away and nipped at her lower lip, only to find her staring at him in utter shock.
Quickly recovering, Nappa managed a tiny smirk and somehow managed to play it off. "Good, you're not crying anymore," he chuckled.
Ami wasn't fooled though; Frieza's words came rushing back to her all at once, and for the first time, she was seeing what he'd seen. Nappa wanted her, and badly.
Taking her silence as more shock, Nappa kissed her forehead and then reached for the bag, taking stock of everything inside of it as he fished out a clean scrub top, bra, and a pair of pants. "You've got blood all over those," he informed her, pointing at the bottoms she was currently wearing.
That got Ami moving, her eyes going right to his arm to assess the damage. "Shit, Nappa. Hold still, you need stitches… why am I not surprised." Grabbing a bottle of water out of her bag, she cleaned the wound, but having no towels, she stripped off her already bloody pants, blushing brightly as she wiped him off, then sewed him up quickly.
Nappa kept his mouth shut and only admired her perfect body whenever she wasn't looking at him, and when she was finished, they both washed with some more water. He cleared his throat then and gestured to the clothes, unable to unlock his eyes from her curves.
"Nappa?" She asked nervously, only able to clutch her lab coat to her barely-covered chest.
"You are absolutely mouth-watering," he growled softly, his hand reaching out of its own volition to push the coat to the side and cup a soft, warm breast. "And you really, really need to get some clothes on before my beast breaks loose, Doc. Being able to use my ki again has definitely got it right at the surface."
Ami gasped when he didn't grip her hard, but instead gently kneaded the cotton-covered flesh, teasing her nipple with his thumb in a manner that was going right to her core. "Nappa…?" She asked a second time, her voice coming out in a helpless whimper.
"Clothes," he reminded her roughly, a hair's width away from snapping, from shoving her down on her back and ripping off her underclothes so he could finally bury his cock deep inside of her. That was when he realized that his tail was still roofieing the hell out of her and he wrapped it tightly around his waist and took the bra and top out of her hands, meeting her glazed eyes as he began to dress her. It took every ounce of his willpower, but he didn't even look down as he stripped the blood-speckled bra from her and replaced it with the clean one, then covered her with the top. "Sorry," he grunted. "My beast… my tail… I should have had better control over it, Doc."
"S'ok," she murmured softly, feeling nice and compliant as he stood her up to pull her scrub pants up over her hips. "Mmm… sleepy."
"No, you're not sleepy, you just got one hell of a pheromone roofie, courtesy of my tail."
"Oh?" She asked groggily, relaxing into his arms when he sat them back down and started purring loudly, his lips exploring her throat lazily as he audibly breathed in her scent.
"I'd only meant to calm you down when you started crying so hard," he murmured into her flushed skin, "but I forgot to stop my tail afterwards. Sorry. A Saiyan's tail emits a scent that is used to make a woman aroused and submissive when he's interested in mating."
"Mmhmm… so… you're interested…?" She chuckled, her voice slurring a little bit.
"You're drunk on my scent," he sighed as he drug his mouth over her jawline, "and you don't know what you're asking, Doc." He heard shouts then and went on alert, his head snapping up to stare off into the dark of the unused room he'd brought them to in a last ditch effort to hide. "Time to run again, Doc. Get your arms around my neck," he commanded as he slung the bag around his neck. "We're going up."
"Up?" She squeaked, clinging to him in a death grip when he suddenly got his arm under her bottom and they lifted off the ground.
Nappa chuckled as he maneuvered under a vent in the ceiling and Ami squealed a little when she looked down, clinging to him even tighter. "I won't drop you Doc," he teased. "Unless you want me to?"
"Don't joke, Nappa!" She snapped, smacking his chest before realizing she'd let go with one hand… only to link it tightly around the back of his neck once more and bury her face right where she'd just hit him.
"Aw, it's alright, baby," Nappa purred as he finally set her down on a solid concrete floor. Then he watched her shiver and noted that it was a bit chilly; after all, they were right below the hull of the ship. "We should be completely safe up here, I replaced all the grates we came through, so no should be able to track where we went. And no one living knows that I can use my ki except for you."
Ami was grateful when he sat down beside her and she was flooded with the warmth from his ki, and she leaned into him and sighed heavily. "Hm… not tail roofied anymore, at least. Guess it's cause the air is clear up here?"
"Yup. And fear can usually overcome the effects if the fear is strong enough," he informed her. "And I'm sorry about that, Doc. I… I didn't mean to take advantage of you."
"You didn't." She blushed as she thought about the way he'd touched her, but most of all over how he'd kissed her with such unrestrained passion. Ami wished that she'd returned it, too, and wondered fleetingly what that would be like. Oh dear gods… I want him, too, she realized, her entire face glowing red. "Don't worry about it, Nappa," she added softly. "I can hardly begrudge you a kiss and a little touching when you saved me from being gang raped. Thank you for coming to find me."
"Shit," he muttered, "I'd promised Zarbon that I would return. Hang on, Doc." Using his ki, Nappa pulsed out Zarbon's name in Ki a few times and waited.
Nappa? You can use your ki?
He could feel the suspicion in the guard's energy signature and chuckled out loud at that. The Doc had a key to the cuffs. Trust me, it was necessary. I'm still in the prison and I've got her somewhere safe. I won't leave her, though.
Is the Doc ok?
Yeah, but real shaken up. She was nearly raped by those animals in D Block.
So, that's what all those explosions were… I hope you cooked them real good, Nappa. Come back when your beast will let you, E Block's safe and locked down… for now at least.
Nappa turned back to Ami then and gave her a reassuring smile. "We should be good. You ok to walk for now? We'll get to E Block from here, but we'll stay in the hull. I just want to be close to keep an eye on Vegeta."
"Yeah, I think I'm alright," Ami replied, but the moment she tried to heft the canvas bag, Nappa was growling at her in warning. "What?"
"I've got it. You're not lifting anything heavy, woman." He sighed when those blue eyes got wide and there was a touch of fear in them. "Doc, just humor my beast right now, ok?
"Oh… ok," she whispered submissively. She crinkled her nose in an attempt to shove her glasses back up then, and jumped a little in surprise when she felt his fingers do the job for her. Blushing at the look of desire in his eyes, she kept quiet and merely followed him when he began walking. It wasn't a long walk at all, and finally Nappa stopped them, set down the bag, and started digging around in it. "If you're hungry, there should be some high-calorie emergency meals in there. Though… it might not be enough for a Saiyan," she added softly.
"I ate well this morning, Doc," Nappa replied as she sat down beside him. He unpacked one of the large meals, though, and immediately held a bite to her lips. "Come on, Doc. Eat," he purred when she just lifted an incredulous blue eyebrow and gave him a look that said she could feed herself. "Humoring the beast, remember?"
"Nappa… I don't know a ton about Saiyan culture, but I remember reading that—" She was cut off with a kiss and gasped in surprise, but the moment she heard him purring, she couldn't help but melt into it and was soon cupped his face in her hand and returning it. He broke away suddenly, leaving her feeling bereft, and she opened her eyes to find him breathing heavily, his pupils more than a little dilated as he clearly fought down his inner Saiyan. "Nappa… are you alright?"
"I… yeah, Doc," he panted. Dear gods, when she'd returned that kiss, he had come so damned close to shoving her down and taking her that it wasn't even remotely funny. His beast was right at the surface again, screaming, demanding, even begging to be let loose so that it could claim its mate. "Gimme a moment."
Ami did as he asked and remained silent, but after a few minutes, she was growing worried. "Nappa… did… did I do something wrong?"
"Not at all, Doc. Just being this close for so long… I'm having a hard time fighting it down, you know?"
A million questions were running through her head as she watched him carefully, but Ami just kept her mouth shut. To ask them would be to get an answer in return, and she wasn't too sure she was ready to hear those answers. Those answers would likely change her entire life. "If it helps, Nappa, I'll eat something," she whispered, wondering if there was any point. He wanted her, it was clear now, and if they stayed together for much longer without any other people to act as buffers, he was going to wind up completely losing control of his beast.
And he would take her, of that she was positive.
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After making sure she'd eaten enough, Nappa polished off the ample remains of the MRE, then found a blanket in the canvas bag. But the floor in the attic—as he was beginning to think of it—was grated in most areas and highly uncomfortable for sleeping. "I should drop down into E Block and get my cot," he mumbled aloud.
Ami's response surprised him; she trembled and shook her head quickly back and forth, and… was she… clinging to him? His beast purred in response to the contact and he ran his fingers through her hair as he breathed comforting words in Saiyan to calm her down. "Doc, I don't think sleeping on the floor in here would be very comfortable. It would be better to have some bedding. Unless you want to lay on my chest?" He joked.
She blinked at that and blushed before pulling away. "Just… just don't leave me here?" She asked timidly.
"I'll only be gone for a few minutes, Doc. I swear it." Once she'd nodded her consent, Nappa kissed the crown of her head, removed a grate and slipped out of sight.
"Nappa!" Jeice grinned brightly when the huge warrior dropped down into his cell and gave him a wink. "So… how's the doc?"
"Damn it," he grunted, working in tandem with his beast as it warred with him to go back to his mate and protect her. He had just barely convinced it that they also needed suitable sleeping arrangements for her, so at least it was cooperating… for now. "Wrong cell."
Without another word, he strode over to the bars, bent them without a problem, then did the same to the bars in his and Vegeta's cell so he could get to his mattress.
Vegeta was the one that stopped Zarbon when the guard stomped in, clearly fuming over the destruction of prison property. "He's really fighting his beast right now, Zarbon. I'd definitely just stay out of his way. Though I am curious if the Doc still has that key," he added in Saiyan so that only Nappa could understand him.
"I'll ask her about letting you use it, Vegeta," Nappa replied in his native tongue. "I know you had plans to get us both out tomorrow."
"Thank you," he chuckled, "I'd wondered if you'd even remembered with all those crazy-ass hormones flooding your system."
"Hey, Nappa! Take us with you!" Someone shouted when he exited the cell with his mattress, pillows and blankets. He just ignored them, shoved everything up the hole, and pushed as he floated into the air behind it.
He found a trembling Doc when he returned, and as soon as the grate was back in place he was holding her tightly, purring loudly and nipping and kissing her lips. "You're ok, baby… I told you I'd be back."
"I… I know… I just… I heard something from where we'd come. The rioters are getting closer to E Block. There was yelling, and someone was looking for me," she added in a terrified whisper.
Nappa growled at that and nipped at her shoulder. "M'yo," he snarled. Then, in the common tongue, "they won't find you, Doc. None of them can get up here without using ki, and you have the only thing that can unlock the cuffs. As long as we stay up here, you're safe. Now come on, I got us something to sleep on."
Ami let him fix the bed up with his sheets and blankets, but felt a million times better once he'd settled in next to her on it, tugging her tightly to his chest since the cot was too narrow for them to sleep any other way.
She was dozing comfortably in his embrace, lulled into sleep by his purr and his scent, when he fidgeted for the millionth time and accidentally woke her. "Nappa?" She mumbled. "You ok?"
"Not used to sleeping in clothes," he grumbled. "I'll go to sleep eventually, Doc." His eyes went wide in surprise when she tugged at the hem of his shirt, but he wasn't going to refuse the offer, and he sat up and removed it, then his pants as an afterthought, which left him in the prison shorts that served as underwear. "This ok, Doc?" He asked a little nervously as he slipped back in beside her, waiting for her to reject the idea of him wearing only the shorts.
"Mmhmm," she replied sleepily, snuggling tighter to him, secretly wondering how nice his bare skin would feel if she stripped down to her own underwear. Bad thoughts… bad Ami, bad! "Go to sleep," she managed, blushing at how husky and full of desire her own voice was.
Nappa heard that tone, though, and quickly got his tail in check by wrapping it around her upper thigh. "Sorry, Doc. Tail."
"Hm… makes sense," she chuckled, nuzzling her face into his bare chest where she'd last stitched him in the infirmary. "Thank you again… I can't seem to stop thanking you."
"I'd do it again in a heartbeat, Doc. Now go to sleep."
Ami nodded and sighed in contentment as she continued to breathe in that calming, masculine scent, and didn't even remember dozing off when she woke to the sounds of shouting below them. "Oh no… Nappa?" She shook him and she gave him a panicked look when he opened his eyes and heard the commotion so close to E Block.
"Shit," he whispered, immediately rolling off the cot to throw on his prison uniform. Zarbon?
Fighting off prisoners, Nappa. It's not going well, he answered, the very essence of his ki terse.
I'm coming. "Doc, give me the key to the cuffs. The boys in E will be able to fight off the rioter without a problem if they can use their kis."
"I… but… the warden… he said that I was only to use it on you if it came down to it," she whispered, fingering the metal resting in her cleavage.
"The warden's long gone, Doc," Nappa snorted. "He evacuated with most of the staff; I checked for his ki almost immediately after I got you out of the psych ward. And if anyone questions you, I overpowered you and took it. That's not farfetched in the least. But Vegeta's my responsibility, and I won't let him be hurt. Jeice would normally defend him, but he's only one guy."
Ami hung her head for a long moment as she thought it over, but then she realized that Nappa could have just taken it from her anyway. It wasn't like she could fight him off. But he wasn't just forcing her to hand it over, he was waiting and letting her make the decision.
Fine, she owed him anyway, and at this stage who cared if all the prisoners in E Block escaped the ship? Most of them seemed like ok guys anyway, far better than the others she'd dealt with from D. And if she had to choose between the inmates in E or the ones in D, she'd hand over the key and let them all beat the hell out of the prisoners in D. "Ok," she whispered. "Here," she said, drawing it over her head and handing it over.
Nappa gave her a warm look, but the moment he lifted the grate and stuck his foot in, he was stopped by the scent of her fear.
"No, stay here with me," Ami whispered nervously as she listened to the sounds of the riot through the ceiling.
"I'm not going down all the way," he assured her. "I'm just giving the key to Vegeta, that's all."
Ami couldn't stop herself from grabbing his arm and pulling his face down to hers. "You be careful, Nappa. Understand me? Look me in the eye when I'm talking to you."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a little cheesy grin as he realized how close their lips were.
"No crazy stunts. You drop him the key and then you come back in one piece," she ordered firmly. "No going down there and getting in a fight. Right?"
That last word was spoken softly, her voice shaky, the hand holding his arm trembling. Did she care about him the way he cared about her? He wondered. He was pretty sure after she'd returned that kiss last night, but still...
Barely leaning in to close the one inch gap between them, Nappa firmly pressed his mouth to hers, his fingers bunching in her shoulder-length hair. "I'll be back, Doc," he breathed when he finally released her. "Promise. I won't leave you alone in here, I swear it on my tail."
Breathless and feeling a little hazy from the tingling feeling on her lips, she could only nod and watch him go. She thought about his physical and blushed as she remembered her own reaction to his response regarding conjugals… and how much she'd enjoyed sharing his cot. Not to mention the kisses, and how her body was aching for more. "Oh dear gods, I'm not actually considering… but then again… I would have likely been gang raped if not for him," she whispered to herself. "You already know how much he likes you. No one has to know and… it would be a very nice way to say thank you…"
Nappa found her blushing and deep in thought when he returned, and pressed the cuff key into her soft hand, jolting her out of her inner monologue. "The guys say thanks, Doc. And Vegeta's going to try and make a break for it during all the chaos," he added with a chuckle. "Can't say as I blame him."
"And… you're not going with him?" Ami asked softly.
"No," he sighed as he carefully lowered himself to sit beside her. "We'll wait until the riot's over, and I'll make sure you get out safely, Doc. I'm not leaving you here all alone… someone in C or D could manage to get their ki cuff off and take the same path up here that I did and find you," he added with a possessive little growl.
She didn't miss that edge to his voice and licked her lips as she looked up at him, and slowly slid her lab coat from her shoulders, laying it out behind her. "You said the riot could last for days?"
"Yeah. The last one went on for over a week. Gods, that was a fun time," Nappa mused. "Vegeta and I ruled this fucking joint, you know. Still do for the most part. Why… you're not still scared, are you Doc? No one would dare fuck with you as long as you're with m—" He stopped as he looked over to find her in only her scrub top and underwear, her pants and coat lying behind her on the bed, her face crimson in the dim lighting. "Doc…" Nappa licked his lips slowly at the gorgeous sight beside him and silently willed his beast to calm the fuck down. "…if you think you owe me this, then… no," he said flatly, plucking up her pants and holding them out to her.
Embarrassment quickly vanished in lieu of surprise and a touch of insult. "You… you don't want me, Nappa?" Oh dear gods, had she totally read him wrong this entire time!? That had to be it… it really was just his beast coming out in reaction to being alone with a female, and absolutely nothing more than that. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, fumbling with the cloth of her scrubs. "I… I thought you wanted…"
Was that rejection in her eyes…? Did she actually want…? "I do," Nappa rumbled, "but not… not because you think you owe it to me, woman. I came for you because I care, and I didn't want you hurt by the animals in cellblock D. Those boys will fuck anything that moves… and sometimes dead stuff, from what I've heard. They likely wouldn't have even cared if you were breathing, let alone willing."
"So…" Ami swallowed and dared to look up at him, seeing genuine affection and desire for her in his eyes. And maybe love. "You do want me?"
"You asked me why I don't do conjugals, Doc."
"B—Because of me?" She squeaked out in surprise.
He nodded slightly, scooting closer to her on the cot. "Yeah, Doc. I felt the pull for you when I first saw you." Not knowing what else to say, Nappa followed that up with a tender kiss, and couldn't stop his beast from purring softly when she leaned into it and pressed against him. Gods, he'd only fantasized about what having her half-bared would feel like, and the reality of it was even better than the whack-off warehouse. "Now get dressed, Doc," he whispered against her lips, "before I lose what little control I have left over my beast."
"No," she replied breathily, sliding her hands up his massive chest to curl around the back of his neck. She shifted her weight then and moved into his lap, her legs wide as she straddled his waist. "I think it's time for your conjugal, Nappa."
*whimpers* Ok, damn it… it's a 4-shot! Review and I'll get to the SMUT! I just can't seem to stop fucking writing this story! ARRRRGH! DAMN YOUSE, ANAFROST AND YOUR NINJA SQUIRRELS!