Vegeta gave his approval for me to sleep in my own room again, but guards were posted outside my door with instructions to interfere if I seemed to be distressed, even if it meant slapping around Prince Trunks. He resumed his search for the Super Saya-jin, while Trunks, Krillian, Gohan and I became ever more curious about the planet we were on. The others sensed a change in Trunks and I, but refrained from mentioning it. Goku had taken to keeping a closer eye on me and seemed intent on feeding me to death, always showing up with overflowing plates of food. Broly would give me strange looks when he was around, his eyes moving to my neck where I had covered the mark with high necked shirts or gowns.
As strange as it sounded, I was more angry at him than anyone else. He had snuck into my room and touched me, incited Trunks rage and subsequently triggered his heat cycle if what Vegeta said was true. Apparently the sight of another male, especially another Saya-jin male, touching me, coupled with our half bond had touched a deep primal part of my mate that demanded he do what needed to be done to "take me off the market". When I had told Vegeta of the events leading up to the seemingly spontaneous heat cycle, he seemed to relax a bit. He was still angry and ashamed of his son, but this seemed to ease the blinding rage he had felt.
Goku had apparently gotten some clothes from Bulma when he returned to earth to retrieve some senzu beans, which explained my suddenly full closet.
Trunks was still careful around me, shy to touch me even though I could feel through our bond that was all he wanted to do. It had been two weeks since that night, and aside from fleeting caresses and kisses, our contact remained minimal. For some reason, this exhausted me.
Late one night I was walking through the castle, restless because of the tension in the air. Vegeta spied me as he headed towards his room, having just arrived home with Broly in tow.
"How are you sleeping?" he asked as he motioned for me to follow him.
"I'm not," I sighed, unable to lie to him. He shot me a stern look and I just shrugged.
"You need rest," he scolded.
"I know," I said. "It's just so tense around here." Vegeta hummed in understanding, giving my head a gentle pat.
"Perhaps you should return to earth," he suggested.
"No!" I cried, surprising both him and myself. He stopped and looked at me, a single black brow arched towards his hairline.
"I-I mean..I'd rather not..." I stuttered, trying to cover my outburst. He nodded and looked down the hall for a moment before his eyes passed over Broly. I knew there was something he wanted to say, but he wouldn't do it in front of the other Sayajin. Despite Broly and Paragus being Sayajins, Vegeta didn't seem to fully trust them and kept the details of what had happened between his son and I mostly a secret. I should have found it strange that he trusted Goku more than the other two, but I suppose it made sense it a strange Vegeta-like way. He knew Goku and knew that even if Goku could be a little dense, he would respect whatever Vegeta told him on the matter.
His hand patted my head again.
"We need to talk later, but for now, get some sleep," he said. I chuckled.
"Yes, Dad," I said. He rolled his eyes and stepped away from me as Paragus came up to us.
"How am I supposed to destroy this thing if you can't even find it?" Vegeta demanded, strolling down the hall.
"We're working as hard as we can, sire," Paragus said. "Around the clock! Just give us a little more time!" Vegeta growled in frustration and stormed away. Goku lounged on a window sill, a couple of sweet buns in his hands, no doubt waiting for me so he could feed me again. I almost groaned.
"Hey Vegeta!" Goku said, spying me and motioning me over. "How goes the hunt for the Super Saya-jin?"
Vegeta growled.
"It won't be long now, and when we do, he's mine and he's dead," the Prince said, watching as Goku handed me one of the massive buns that was almost the size of my head. I sighed softly and took a tentative bite, finding it sweet.
"Alright," Goku said with a grin. Vegeta shot me a look that I read loud and clear. Get some rest. I nodded and he continued on, Paragus following him.
"Well by then, I guess I'll see you around or something," Goku said with a nervous laugh. He looked down at me where I stood, munching on the bun, suddenly ravenous. He laughed and handed me the other, lifting me easily into his lap like I was one of his kids. I giggled and smiled up at him. Goku was such a gentle giant, it made me wish my own father had been more like him.
I looked over as I felt a presence behind us and saw Broly had stopped and was watching us intently. Goku hadn't actually had a chance to meet Broly yet, despite being in the castle together. Between his trips to Earth and his time spent mostly in the kitchen, the two's path's had yet to cross in anything more than the most fleeting moments.
Broly stared down at Goku, his teeth gritted and his expression one of intense anger. His eyes focused on me perched in the other Saya-jins lap and he growled low in his throat.
Goku quickly moved to his feet, pushing me behind him, his Ki rising. I clutched the back of Goku's gi, trying to peak around his large body, confused. Paragus' voice came from the end of the hall, low and stern as he gave his son a command;
"Behave, Broly." Broly seemed to struggle against something and I saw the jewel in the band he wore on his forehead glow. It was the same glow from the night the Saya-jin had snuck into my room.
"The fuck?" I asked in a low voice, my own ki rising to response to the other two saya-jins.
"Don't," Goku said and I immediately dropped my Ki, surprised at the sudden pain I felt in my abdomen. Broly fought against something for a moment longer before his Ki dropped as well and his expression blanked. He walked past us towards his father, leaving Goku and I standing in the hall.
"What was that?" I asked. Goku didn't answer, instead lifting me onto his shoulders with a silly grin.
"Bed time!" he said. "'Geta's orders!" He marched towards my room, humming a marching tune that made me giggle.
"Since when do you take orders from Vegeta?" I asked, teasingly.
"Since he knows what's best for you!" the Earth Saya-jin said with a smile. I rolled my eyes, still confused over the two Saya-jins actions, but deciding not to fret over it too much.
I was delivered to Trunks with "Strict orders from Vegeta that she rest" and given a parting pat on the head. Trunks tucked me into bed, crawling in with me and snuggling up to my back. I rolled over, pressing my chest against his and burying my face in his neck, wanting him to hold me closer, tighter, but he didn't. I whimpered, causing him to draw back and look at me.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Am I hurting you?" I almost rolled my eyes. As if his slack grip could hurt me even in my weakest state.
"Hold me," I whined.
"I am," he said, confused.
"Tighter," I prompted. "Hold me like you want to." I knew he wanted to take me in a fierce embrace just as much as I wanted him to.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said. I glared at him, pushing away from him and climbing out of bed. I was suddenly angry at being treated like glass, of being kept away from him, not by Vegeta or Goku, but by his own fear. Despite the fact that I could still feel him through the bond, I knew he was repressing a lot, keeping his distance from me.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Maybe Broly will hold me properly," I snapped. It was a cheap shot, I knew, but I had to do something to push him past this fear.
He said nothing and I felt my heart clench, walking towards the door. I had no plans to search out the other Saya-jin, but I wasn't going to let him know that. I thought of retreating to Vegeta's room or perhaps the sleeping quarters where all the others rested. I started to open the door, only to find it pushed closed by a large hand pressed against it. I glanced up, my eyes following along the muscled arm to find Trunks standing there in his boxers, looking down at me darkly.
"Don't say that," he snarled. I glared and tilted my head back in a defiant gesture. He growled low in his throat and reached out with his free hand, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head back. His lips descended on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth to map it out. I moaned, submitting to him instantly, melting against him, my hands twisting in his hair. He tore his lips from mine, panting as he pushed me up against the wall. His lips found the mark, brushing over it ever so lightly so that I arched my back and gripped his biceps, trying not to cry out.
"I can't..." he groaned miserably.
"Then don't," I said. He let out a guttural growl and tore my nightgown off before kicking out of his own boxers. His lips crashed into mine in a fervent kiss as his hands lifted me up until my legs were wrapped around his hips. I pushed his long hair off his neck and bent down, sealing my lips over the mark and sucking. He growled and pulled my hips down, impaling me on him in one quick move. I let out a low keen, digging my nails into the skin of his back.
"Yes," he hissed, jerking his hips slightly. "My mate. Mine."
"Yours," I sighed, kissing him again. He gripped my hips and lifted me before slamming me back down. I tangled my hands in his hair, gasping at each hard trust. He paused, pressing me into the wall, his mouth against my neck. I felt him lap at the sweat on my skin and squirmed, whimpering.
"No..." I whined. "Don't stop." His teeth scrapped along my skin and I shifted my hips against him, making him chuckle.
"Don't stop," I panted. "Need you." He groaned and kissed under my jaw.
"Say it again," he demanded. "I love it when you beg." I pulled him away from my neck, looking down at him and locking my eyes with his.
"Don't stop," I repeated. "I need you. Fuck me. Please." His lips twisted into an almost feral grin and he gripped my hips with an almost bruising force, lifting me up and slamming me down on him. Again and again he impaled me, until I was forced to press my mouth against his neck to muffle my cries so the guards didn't come barging in and tear us apart. He pulled one hand from my hip, cupping my breast, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple.
"Trunks," I whined, so close I could taste it, but needing something.
"I know," he said. He pulled away from the wall, remaining firmly lodged inside of me and somehow managed to make his way over to the bed. The soft mattress was a relief from the hard stone wall, but I was less concerned about that and more concerned about finishing what we started.
His speed and force increased, causing me to claw desperately at his back, my lips sealing over the mark on his neck. I nipped at it, my teeth teasing the tender skin until his hand gripped my hair, pulling me away from it.
"Naughty," he growled. I gave a hoarse laugh, cupping his cheeks and looking up at him.
"I love you," I said. He smiled and bent down, giving me a tender kiss.
"I love you," he said. "My mate."
"Yours," I said. "Always." He kissed just under my chin before moving to the mark, his pace speeding up as he pressed his teeth against it, making me arch off the bed as I climaxed, my body seizing up around him. He groaned my name as he orgasmed as well, his hips slowing, then stopping, pressed flush against my own. We lay like that for a time, panting and sweaty. Trunks eased out of my, climbing into the bed and pulling me with him, his arms firmly around me, holding me against his chest. I made a contented noise, snuggling into his grip. He chuckled, tightening his grip briefly, burying his face in my hair and inhaling.
"Sleep," he said in a soft voice. I found it was an order I couldn't fight, almost immediately dropping off, my mates arms secure around me.