CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

The years seem to have floated by from one to five, and the only thing that they were able to do was, fight. One after one a warrior would charge their enemies some defeating their foe and some dieing, because of their weakness. The salvage was a test to see the level of each Saya-Jin warrior and see who would be the best, and who would die trying.

Two onyx orbs watched intently as the enemies fired their own ki's at the charging Saya-jin, studying to see their weakness. This was one of the current deadliest enemies of the Saya-Jins, and they were taking out some of the best. Kakorrot charged up his Ki, a red aurora surrounded his body and he took to the sky and instantly three of the Andirons descended on him. One threw a ki at him which he easily deflected, and the next charged at him with an upper cut sending him flying. ' Take control Kakorrot, they are much weaker…' suddenly a plan came to his mind, and he forced his Ki to lower dramatically and let him self crash to the floor.

One of the Andirons followed to make sure that he was dead, and as he came inches to his body Kakorrot grabbed his hovering feet and pulled him down to the ground. And with the flick of his wrist he sent a ki straight through the Andirons heart. Immediately Kakorrot lowered his Ki again, awaiting to find an Andiron alone. He took out one after the other with only the slightest of his ki, and smirk came to his lips as he noticed the trail of dead Andiron he left in his path. " This is too easy," He mused. Over the years they had been fighting this Andiron's Kakorrot had always study for their weak point, and what he noticed they had did greatly was, team work. They never struck in pairs of one only in two or more and it always seem that they could weaken the Saying by cutting off their tails. So many of the Saya-Jin warriors that had left with them were now dead because of that mistake.

Kakorrot was battered, he had blood trickling down his lip and cuts like butterfly kisses on his well sculpted body. He had grown so much, and seen so much within these years and he was ready for this battle to be over. He had receive word early the morning that Prince Vegeta had the clear and he and a few solider were making way into the Palace.

" Well, well," A high pitched voice, sound from behind Kakorrot. Before Kakorrot could turn around a large ki sent him flying. He was gasping for air as he hit into a tree, his arm dislocated by the impact of the hit of the ki and his ribs were burning. His vision was a blur and he couldn't grasp how could an Andiron have such a powerful ki, and they never felt it before. " I've heard so much about your kind."

" Who are you?" Yelled Kakorrot.

" The Saya-Jin's worse nightmare," the creature replied, with a cackle. " Take this as a warning, tell the rest of your kind that I am coming. I'm coming to take everyone of you and make you my slaves, today will be the last of your salvage. When you are to leave, your Prince will tell you everyone of the Andiron were slain the ones in the Palace…and you will know why. I killed them all, they were like roaches and your kinds are like ants. I will destroy your planet and everyone on it."

Kakorrot blinked his eyes trying to get focus back to them, he wasn't who it was before him and how he could be so powerful, but he felt it. " Why not just kill me now then?"

With no respond the creature took to the sky and disappeared, leaving Kakorrot alone and beaten. Kakorrot spit blood from his mouth and with all his strength he push himself to stand, his left arm holding his right which was dislocated. He begun to walk toward their ship, the creature's voice echoing in his ear. As he begun to get closer to the ship he could see smoke coming from the Palace direction, and he could feel the weight of his body beginning to overwhelm him, but he keep pushing on.

He could see a few Saya-Jins flying back towards the ship, he could also see the few that were already at the ship awaiting the rest to return. He could hear them cheering and shouting at their victory, they would be returning!

Only if they knew…..

Alara watched the young Amazon girl intently for the past five years as she shed her baby fat for her sculpted, Amazon body. She grew more hateful with every day that passed by, and so close to just snapping her neck. She hated her with every fiber in her body, but it seemed every time that she had beaten the girl she would live. She wanted so bad for her to die and in a way she could explain to Kakorrot upon his return, because she would be damn if her suspicion were to come true.

" I will kill her…" breathed, Alara. She could see her hanging up her clothes on the line, and she wanted so much for her to make even the slightest mistake so she could beat her. However, it seemed that she was doing everything nicely and carefully.

A knock at her door brought her back to reality, and for the first time that day she looked away from the girl. She heard footstep and then the door open and then she seen one of her newest slave come to her, " Mistress, it is one of the Palace guards. They wish to speak with you," she told.

Alara stood from her seat and made her way to the door which was wide open, she could see the tall guard with spiky short hair. She made her way and gave him a slight bow, " What is it you want?"

" My name is Alaham, I have come to inform you that salvage ship is report to be on there way back- you were asked by the Princess to attend. They will return in six months, so on the six month and full moon we shall celebrate their return." Alaham nodded his head and handed her a card and then took to the sky, without wait for response.

Alara's voice was stuck in her throat, Kakorrot was going to return soon and the Princess herself had sent her an invitation. A smirk graced her lips, " My Kakorrot is returning…"

' Now I defiantly need to make sure that slave is dead, she has Kakorrot scent…and it should only belong to me. I wont loose another mate, not the same way again.'

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" Princess Bulma, you need to drink some water," Yamaie told, as she held out a long glass of water to the princess. Over the past years she had grown sicker with each days, sometimes she would be so sick they would have to leave her in the healing chamber for weeks. The king had told them it was because of the mark that Prince Vegeta had given her, with every day that went by and he wasn't here to fulfill it was making her weaker.

Also because she was a human it is more painful especially if Prince Vegeta had received any blows, even if it was like a scratch to him it would be a full force blow to her. And until they completed their bond she would continue to feel what he was and he would her.

Bulma try to give a smile, but failed her throat felt so dry and her body so much weight for even her to carry. She hated every day that she woke up, and ever moment that she had slept she was being tormented in her dreams by the imagines of Chichi and in the day with her thoughts being invaded by the Saya-Jin Prince. ' Prince of all Monkeys I would say,' she thought, as she took a sip from the glass of water.

' Watch your mouth you baka onna,' Vegeta lashed back, and she sighed in response. ' I would love some PRIVACY!!'

" Yamaie, I don't feel so good again," Bulma moaned, as she fell back into her bed.

Yamaie rushed to her side , " Guards I need your help again!" she wailed as she begun to pat Bulma's forehead with a rag. Yamaie felt so terrible for Bulma, she hadn't eaten a decent meal in the past years- most of the time she was fed through a tube.

Two large Saya-jin women burst into the room in aide of their soon to be Princess, one lifted her into their arms and rushed to the healing chamber. " Be careful with her," Yamaie cried, as she followed closely behind….

" Why do you keep doing this?" Bulma question, she looked to the Saya-jin prince that stood before her. It was only the two of them in this large black void and lately it seemed she had met him a many times here.

" For the last time Onna I have nothing to do with this, this is you!" He yelled back at her, his eyes filled with rage. " Your pulling me and you here through the bond which is something that I've never heard of before."

" I just want to stop having you in my thoughts you are so many miles away and I wish it could stay like that!" She tiff, she was so furious with Vegeta.

He stay calm and chuckled at her response, " Why? Are you ," he vanished from before her, only to appear behind her. He stood so close to her that she could his breath upon her neck, and he lean closer to his lips were adjacent to her ear. " Scared, of what I will do to your body. I will make you beg for me to be inside of you, beg for me to you…"

Bulma was at a lost of words from his words, and at the same time it sent a wave of flames through her body. Her breath was shallow at just the thought of his body hovering above her and his lips touching her's. " What? Your crazy, I don't know what women you've had before but I am not them, and I'd be damn if you'd have me begging!"

Vegeta chuckle and placed his hands upon her waist and pulled her to him closing the space between them, and allowing her to feel his love tool. She gasp at the feel, he was large and at the moment very hard. " When I return, I will have you and shall be my mate and you shall beg for me to stay inside of you. For me to fill you with seed, for me to kiss your breast and thighs," he seductively whispered, as he let his hands begin to wonder to the v of her thighs.

" Your-," before Bulma could say another word he vanished, and she could hear the echoing of Yamaie's voice.

" Asshole," Bulma spat, as her eyes fluttered open and she found herself inside of the tube-like healing chamber. Her breath was shallow, and she could still feel Vegeta's hands groping her body and most of all she could still feel his presence. The water begun to empty out of the chamber, and her began to sink to the bottom.

" Princess, you've been out for some hours now…are you alright?" Asked, Yamaie.

Bulma could only moan and nodded her head, " Just peachy."

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A/N: Heya, thanks for the two review, I am going to finish this story…I hope somebody works on their's soon…they've been a great inspiration. Not pointing at and Sailors * wink, wink* Any whoo review, I try to make it LONG!