Sparkling pink lip gloss spread across a pair of plump lips as the blue haired girl primped at her vanity dresser, then smacked her lips together and smiled. Lilac colored eyes very unlike the aqua of Bulma's differentiated Marron from her much smarter look-alike. She ran a brush through her hair a few times, then made sure that her breasts were bulging from her tight pink dress the way she liked. With a coy smile, she put her hairbrush and lip gloss in the handbag she slung over her shoulder. Lastly, she stood up to admire her butt in her dress with a ruched back designed to accentuate her curves.
Ranfan popped her head out from the bathroom, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth. Her purple hair was still in curlers and she hadn't even dressed yet, she was wearing nothing but her lacy pink bra and panties seeing as it was still early in the morning. And yet, here Marron was looking like she was ready for a night out on the town. Before she could run out the door, Ranfan spoke up.
"Hey! Where are you going, Marron?"
Marron jumped slightly in place, her stunned facial expression telling her roommate that she had caught her unaware. Marron gripped the door handle and giggled nervously.
"Oh! Ummm, I'm off to go pick up some ingredients for breakfast! You know how hungry our masters get!"
"Ok, but… Dressed like that?" Ranfan intoned with one brow raised.
Marron huffed and stomped one red high heel on the floor in frustration.
"I always dress up nice, don't I? What's the big deal? You sound like my MOM!" Marron crossed her arms beneath her bosom and tapped her foot impatiently.
Ranfan took a second to think, and recalled that Marron did often dress seductively as they were expected to, but something about the way she was gussied up, and had a peculiar sparkle in her eye told her that something was off.
"Well… You know, we don't get much attention 'round here… Not since Nappa found Bunny, an' Raditz has Chi-Chi. Hey, I know! Why don't we see if Puar will escort us and we'll go together?"
"UGH! NO, Fanny! You just don't get it, do you? I have to go now, I can't waste any more time talking!" Marron snapped, then hurried out the door with a breeze of cotton candy-vanilla perfume. Ranfan's toothbrush nearly dropped out of her mouth as she watched Marron leave. She worried about Marron, recently she'd been leaving like this, either early in the morning or slipping out late at night. Ranfan had tried to ask where she was going, but got a quickly made up lie every time. She had a bad feeling that Marron wasn't going to get anything for breakfast. But what was she to do?
It's not as if she were her mother, after all. She was barely even a sister to her. There was no replacement quite like your own flesh and blood. Ranfan returned to the bathroom and spit in the sink, noticing copious ribbons of blood in her spit. Gettin' old sure does suck… She hung her head and silently began to sob, her shoulders trembling. Without even the comfort of the air-headed Marron, she felt so alone. It was pathetic. Even the lusty stare of one of those randy Saiyans would be better than nothing. She felt so… Barren. It was almost as if half of her had been torn away, and what remained was an empty shell.
"Heck… Maybe I don't blame her. I hope he treats her well, whoever he is." She muttered, then filled a cup of water to rinse out her mouth. She would have to let her curlers set a bit longer. After all, her hair was naturally straight. But a girl has to keep up appearances, especially when under the watchful guise of her captors.
They'd be waking up soon, so she decided she should hurry up and get dressed before someone noticed Marron slipping out. She'd gotten away with it so far, but it was only so long before someone wanted her in their bed again and Ranfan was afraid of the consequences of letting Marron be seen escaping.
…
With the pop of a bubble, Hercule startled from his post at the front door. Ranfan snapped her bubble gum again and perused the man standing before her. He was older, slightly balding, but pretty muscular and his face had a certain rugged charm to it. She shrugged and decided Hercule was probably the best she was going to get, and blew a heart shaped bubble at him with her ki that sent him stumbling backwards in surprise.
She giggled, pleased to see that her seductive tricks still worked, even if it was just on a goofy man she wouldn't bat an eye at if it were a year ago.
"Uh... Hey! Don't you use any magic tricks on me! I'm the world's strongest man, don't you know?" He said with a grin, placing his hands on his waist to show off his championship belt.
"Hehe! Ranfan likey strong men… But you seem much sweeter than those rough and tough saiyans… Maybe sweet enough to treat a little lady right?" She cooed in her most charming, cutesy voice while twirling her finger around a violet curl of hair.
Hercule blushed in return, then looked around himself conspicuously. As he was looking around for the saiyans, he managed to miss Marron slipping out of a side door. Ranfan let out a relieved sigh, then grabbed him by the silk tie on his robe. She managed to pull the tie right off, then looped it around Hercule's neck, pulling him in close enough to smell the bubblegum on her breath, and get a good look down the blue V-neck tank top she was wearing with a slutty pink mini skirt she'd borrowed from Marron.
Hercule's breath hitched in his throat as her voluptuous cleavage pressed against his hairy chest, and one leg looped around his waist as she gazed up into his eyes.
"You wanna taste my pink bubblegum coochie, baby?" Ranfan cooed, and all the blood in Hercule's face shot right down to his groin and she felt an enthusiastic erection nudging against her thigh almost immediately.
"Uh, you see, I-I kinda have a girlfriend at home but…Well, you're really pretty!" He stammered, then was silenced completely when she pulled him down with his robe tie and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Hercule may be just a regular old human man, but he was no fool. He hadn't seen Miss Piiza in ages after all, and here he had a beautiful woman throwing herself quite literally onto him.
He broke apart from the kiss then lifted her up onto his shoulders, tore her panties off with his teeth and began eating her out right then and there. Ranfan swooned with pleasure and felt her body weaken as her thighs clamped around his neck, her deep blue eyes rolling up into her head and helping her to forget her sadness for a while. Hercule was sloppy but eager, and soon his goatee was dripping wet as Ranfan moistened around him and began rocking against his face, making the door behind him hit the wall.
"Ohh, fuck my coochie with your dirty tongue, Champ! Ahh!" Ranfan cried out, making his ears redden, and he followed suit, jamming his entire tongue in her vagina and nuzzling his nose into her musky black bush. He groaned and felt himself becoming insatiable with desire as hearts of her ki popped around them, and hearts even formed in his eyes as he looked up at her with a dazed, horny expression.
"Take me to the VIP room Hercule baby… You can fuck me there like a true champion." Ranfan giggled with another pop of her bubblegum, and he tossed her over his shoulder without a second thought, her flipped up skirt showing her exposed cheeks and his black shorts sporting a particularly hard boner that could probably split a whole stack of boards like he did in his showboating acts.
Ranfan covered her mouth and giggled into her hands like a schoolgirl as he ran to the room then threw her on the couch, then hurried to remove his belt, then his shorts. It took him a bit longer than she would like to remove the gold belt but she was having fun watching how much he was hurrying to free his cock from its constraints.
Once he finally got his shorts untied and yanked them down to his ankles, hearts formed in Ranfan's eyes as she saw how well endowed and hard he was for her. They both felt as young as teenagers again as he pulled her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, then begin pushing himself inside of her without any question of needing protection or lubricants. Ranfan was ready for him and showed it by gasping once his girth spread her lips and he pushed himself deep inside. She grabbed him by his muscled back and cried out as he bottomed out inside of her with a deep, husky moan of his own pleasure, then began pumping into her with gusto.
Ranfan whimpered as she finally felt the passion and hard heat of a man inside of her, even if it was one she barely knew or cared for, he was under her love spell now and he would be until she decided to lift it. Maybe it was jealousy because the much younger Marron had found herself a man outside of Satan's Den, or perhaps it was seeing her gums bleeding that urged her to act on her primal instincts and find herself someone to be with, rather than suffer alone until she died broken, and half of a woman.
Her bliss evolved into ecstasy as Hercule used every ounce of his strength to plow himself into her then held her tight to his body and ground the head of his cock against her cervix until her walls were spasmodic with her climax, and she felt the heat of his own orgasm filling her, his body twitching as he began to lose strength and withdraw his softening dick from her body. Ranfan huffed and grabbed the weakling by the face, staring him deeply in the eyes, pink hearts surrounding the lovers as she once again enchanted him, and miraculously, his dick hardened up to the toughness of steel once again only seconds after filling her with his cum.
"Hercule baby, I want you to bend me over this couch and fuck my coochie so hard that I start crying tears of joy, got it? I don't want you to stop cumming until my coochie looks like an overfull twinkie, then after than I want you to fuck my ass to finish off the job and eat out that too! Got it, Champ?"
"Got it." Hercule chuckled, his normally kind face taking on a dark cast as Ranfan turned herself around, opened her legs then showed him the scandalous way a blob of cum surfaced from her 'coochie,' then fell onto the couch. After seeing this, he rammed himself inside of her with no hesitation or plans of stopping, making the leather couch hit the wall as she began crying out with hoarse moans of pleasure.
His muddled mind didn't care if she was a succubus, witch or a straight up prostitute at the moment, while under her spell he'd completely forgotten Miss Piiza or even his young daughter Videl existed, as far as he was concerned his main goal was fucking the brains out of Ranfan until his body quit or she was knocked unconscious and the love spell was broken.
Ranfan licked her teeth and felt the effects of his semen already revitalizing her, though she'd need plenty of it if she wanted the effects to last another thirty or fourty years. After all, she hadn't been with that young stud Roshi in ages, not since her love spell left his mind wrecked with perversion and she was almost killed while caught in the middle of Master Shen and Roshi's obsession.
A frustrated growl followed Marron as her high heel stuck in the mud, and she was forced to yank her shoe out, flinging mud with the motion. She hated having to meet in the woods in private like this, but the rewards were so worth the muddy heels! Hell, her new boyfriend would suck the mud from her toes if she asked him to. He was nothing like that brute, Nappa who left tears in her walls with his battering ram of a dick after she made the mistake of joining that disgusting orgy.
Stupid Saiyans, had they never heard of lube or foreplay? Her new boyfriend was an alien too, but where he was from seemed much more refined, and his genitalia was better suited to her body. Plus, he had a plethora of lubricants with different scents, flavors and purposes that they'd had the pleasure of sampling every chance they got. He was somewhat of a sexual connoisseur, having procured a harem for his boss; keeping track of all the girls and caring for their needs in his spare time. He found the idea of the Saiyans having their own harem quite amusing in fact, and had a good laugh about it when he'd found out what those silly monkeys were actually doing on Earth.
Marron made her way out of the mud and ran happily up a ramp towards a spaceship that was completely camouflaged.
"Honey, I'm home!" Marron shouted joyfully, and was greeted by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist as was lifted in midair to share a passionate kiss with her lover. Her legs instantly wrapped around his trim waist so he could feel the damp heat of her unclothed body that she was eagerly presenting to him by grinding on his sculpted abs.
He was a fabulous kisser, a gentleman and best of all when she came to visit him, she was treated like a princess and even given gifts wrapped in pretty red bows and elegant black wrapping paper. He was ever so elegant and refined, his ship was decorated like a palace and he always smelled lovely like candied mints and bergamot.
The door closed, and only their shadows could be seen from behind a camouflage blind. His muffled voice was low, but his question could be heard from outside.
"So tell me, how did everyone enjoy my gifts?"
Marron hesitated, looking slightly nervous in his tall, dominating shadow.
"Oh, umm… What's it matter what they think? Aren't you happy to see me?"
Her boyfriend was silent for a moment, crossing his arms as he relinquished his affections before the bimbo he had so easily bedded lost focus. He'd royally fucked up by grabbing her instead of Bulma. After all, their blue hair was identical, and it was an easy mistake to make. It was too late to make the switch now, though. Besides, it was fun having a little sex bunny in his bed who matched his energy and didn't have the mental capacity to ask too many questions. He hadn't had this much fun in ages while under the stern leadership of his own ship captain. He'd been given something of a vacation– given he completed all his objectives, which included planting the poison drones and giving the Saiyans their unappreciated "Gifts."
"Marron, it's very important that everyone opens those giftboxes… Today. I would be much happier to see you if you had made that a point." He said sternly, then turned away, leaving only her voluptuous shadow in the window as the ramp retracted into the ship silently.
She nodded in earnest.
"Ok! I'll make sure that they do. But don't you mind if I stay awhile? I tried so hard to look sexy for you today." She said in a coquettish voice, which she was able to sway men with ninety nine percent of the time. A soft chuckle from the man followed, then she disappeared from sight.
"...Of course I don't mind. We haven't even gotten comfortable yet, darling." He purred, inviting her into his bed with all the warmth and seductiveness of a siren, luring her unknowingly into his trap.
Somewhere in the darkness, a beam of light parted the pitch, and two shadows could be seen standing in the doorway. Nappa and Bunny came down the stairs to the dungeon, pulling on a light cord to reveal the captives inside. Suno and Gohan flinched in reaction to the light, but their stomachs didn't hesitate to begin rumbling upon smelling the food Bunny had delivered.
Seeing as Suno carried Nappa's offspring and Gohan was training to become a soldier, they needed plenty of nutritious food even if they were held prisoner at the moment.
"Rise and shine, maggots. It's grub time." Nappa growled, then took one of the plates and thrust it into Gohan's shackled hands. He may be shackled with weights hanging from him, but he was getting stronger by the day and picking up a fork was no issue when it meant there was food involved. Bunny came over to Suno and used a key to release her arms from the St. Mary's crucifix that restrained her. She needed her arms after all, so letting the blood flow back into them everyday was crucial.
Suno sobbed as she felt the tingles of circulation returning to her arms, letting them weakly rest on her lap as Bunny knelt down beside her.
"Now, Suno dear, you have to eat up. You're carrying Mister Nappa's baby after all, so that makes your health very important to us." Bunny said in a sweet, soothing voice, then offered her a spoonful of oatmeal. Suno took the spoonful and gulped, blinking tears away as she ate.
Panchy smiled as she scraped a little oatmeal off of Suno's chin as if feeding a baby, then served her another helping. Unfortunately, no matter how many times she and Nappa did the deed, she was unable to become pregnant as they hoped she would due to menopause. Bunny was still lively in bed and they enjoyed the act even if no offspring was made from it, but that was also why Bunny allowed the orgy in which Suno was impregnated. Nappa so desperately wanted children of his own to raise, and Panchy found it so endearing that she was willing to allow whatever it took for him to have them.
She was unaware that part of his passion for baby making was due to his ideas of making powerful hybrids to replace the human population and extend the Saiyan lineage. Regardless, Bunny supported him and would do anything she could to ensure that Suno had a safe, successful pregnancy even if that meant locking her up in the dungeon for her own good. They couldn't have her trying to abort the child again, but once it was born it was no longer Suno's anyway. Bunny would happily mother the child, as the idea gave her a welcome distraction from their current predicament.
As Suno made her way to the bottom of her bowl of oatmeal, Gohan had already finished scarfing his down and was now stuffing toast in his mouth in eagerness to be released from his shackles, even if that meant training with his brutal Master Vegeta again. He'd started noticing the effects of training over time; he was growing muscle and feeling more confident in himself. Gone was the whiny baby that cried for his mommy nonstop, though he did still miss Chi-Chi occasionally, the news had spread to him that she had replaced Goku with his Uncle Raditz. Gohan wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this. He thought that their end goal was to be a family again, but now here his mother was falling for another man.
He was young and relatively naïve, but he had learned a lot from watching the Saiyans. Particularly about sex. He wasn't even close to puberty yet, so the idea didn't exactly tantalize him, but he was a little curious about what made it so enticing that someone would leave their husband and never go back to him. The bitterness Gohan felt only fueled his frustration, so he finished his food, then lifted his wrists so that Nappa could unlock the shackles.
"I'm ready to train now, Master Nappa. Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Briefs."
Panchy gasped, then covered her mouth.
"What did I tell you, Gohan? I'm not Mrs. Briefs anymore. Call me Bunny."
Gohan grumbled as Nappa unlocked his shackles with a hearty chuckle, then took Gohan to his side, where he only reached mid knee. Gohan sighed, then corrected himself as he was taught by his mother.
"Sorry, Bunny."
"Enough chow for the cow. Take her out with us for some fresh air and exercise with the wrist restraints on. She's starting to look weak and fat."
"Yes, Mister Nappa." Bunny agreed, and took the restraints he handed her. Once Suno was affixed with them, they brought her and Gohan outside, free from the damp and dark of the dungeon.
Suno bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut as more tears flowed out. Her belly was beginning to grow, and she suffered with daily nausea and fatigue. Though she wished they would just let her go, the idea of breathing fresh air seemed nice for the time being. It was better than the dungeon, where rats bit her toes and she was unable to swat away spiders as they tickled her armpits and attempted to crawl into her ears. She desperately needed a bath and was hoping she'd be allowed one today. It seemed like the better she behaved the more freedom they allowed her, so perhaps if she acted happy about having his child they'd stop holding her captive in the dungeon.
It was her only hope. Other than if her childhood hero, Goku swooped in to save her. But that too seemed highly unlikely now, as he hadn't even come for his wife and child. So why would he care if she, or this entire planet needed saving?
When Goku and Krillin left the time chamber that morning, there was a certain energy in the air around them that felt much different than before. As Tien and Yamcha stood across from them in wait for their turn, it was almost as if an honorary baton had been passed between the warriors as they walked past.
No more than a short greeting was necessary, they knew why they were there and why they must make this small sacrifice. One day in the chamber equated to one year. With increased gravity and air pressure, the conditions were unpredictable, yet perfect for warriors looking to hone their skill and toughen their bodies. Chiaotzu stood at the entrance to the grand hallway that led to the HTC and hesitated to move his foot over the border. He knew after a long discussion with Tien and Yamcha that it was best that he stayed on Earth, though he struggled to cope with this decision.
Chiaotzu looked back at Kami and frowned, his sadness with the situation showing on his doll-like face. It wasn't that a third person wasn't allowed to enter, but there were only living quarters and food inside to sustain two people. Mr. Popo came from alongside Kami, and knelt down before Chiaotzu, showing that he was holding a small capsule in his hand with a large smile on his face.
As both were talented telepaths, Chiaotzu was able to understand what was inside the capsule and why he was being offered it. The silent figure took the capsule and ran after Yamcha and Tien just as the door closed.
"Hey! How did you get in here, Chiaotzu?" Tien scolded, seeing how Chiaotzu rolled in just as the door closed, and his green robe was caught in the door, temporarily restraining him.
"We told you to stay with Goku and Krillin!" Yamcha added, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at Chiaotzu with a stern expression.
Though it felt like he was being scolded by his parents, the small boy shrugged and showed the dyno-cap that Mr. Popo had given him.
"Mr. Popo let me in. He gave me my own bed and food, so I won't be taking from you. I won't even bother you if that's what you'd like!" Chiaotzu said, a sweatdrop making its way down his bald head.
He had noticed the peculiar looks between Yamcha and Tien, and had even heard some strange grunting and moaning noises from outside the other night when he was supposed to be sleeping. He knew something was going on between them, but he was afraid to bring it up for fear he would break apart the bond they all had together.
Tien and Yamcha looked at one another silently, then down at Chiaotzu with welcoming smiles.
"Alright. You can stay, but you'll have to stay in your own room, ok?" Tien said, closing his eyes in defeat. It was too hard to say no to his longtime friend.
"We don't mind if you come train with us, and I'll cook for everyone too!" Yamcha said happily, and Chiaotzu jumped up to embrace them, yet fell short when a piece of his robe ripped off. He ended up having to discard it and just wear his tank top and pants as they walked towards the inner area of the time chamber. This was where they would live, sleep and eat for one year. Beyond the door ahead, was the unpredictable training ground in which they would go head to head in combat.
Though Chiaotzu's presence was unexpected, Tien was happy. He didn't feel quite himself without his little sidekick around. After all, Chiaotzu had followed him from The Crane School, to the Martial Arts Tournaments, to Kami Island, to their enslavement on the farm and even to their past where they had been con artists together. He saw no other way for them but together.
…
As they stood on The Lookout, Goku seemed strangely pensive, and was incredibly silent as he looked down at the Earth. Krillin stood beside him as support, they had after all been childhood friends and been together through thick and thin. This was no different than back then, and after spending a year in solitude together, they had learned much about each other, their weaknesses and strengths.
Their time in the HTC had both been enlightening and frightening. At many points, Krillin had regretted his decision to go with Goku and had even cowered from him in fear when his power had overwhelmed him and cowardice had rendered him nearly catatonic. However, Goku made it a point to never hurt Krillin so much that he was unable to fight. At the end of every fight, Goku reassured his friend that he didn't want to hurt him, but if they were going to become stronger they had to get past the fear of being hurt. They had senzu beans for emergencies after all, and Krillin trusted Goku.
Krillin eventually grew braver and stronger with Goku's help, and the two were able to battle on even ground, though Goku held back some of his power, Krillin insisted he used all of it, and give him a senzu bean if need be. Due to this decision, several senzu beans were needed to heal Krillin, and even a few were needed for Goku after a while of their back and forth attacks, which grew bigger and bolder the more they learned each other's pain thresholds.
There was a certain point though, where Krillin had witnessed something… Snap in Goku. It was completely unexpected when Goku suddenly felt like a part of his heart had been ripped out, and he knew. For a moment, he thought his gut instinct was telling him that someone was dead. But it was not death he felt. It was… Loss. The moment Chi-Chi had surrendered herself to Raditz, Goku had felt the last semblance of her love inside of his heart tear brutally away from him as if it had been ripped out with her very own hand.
He may not have bonded them with his bite like Raditz had, but he had bonded to her with all of his love in marriage. The feeling this brought him was akin to grief, and he grieved for his loss of her while fighting through his anger with Raditz. Krillin had been there with him to try and calm him down, and even attempted to convince him that it was just a strange feeling he had and not the truth.
Somehow Goku had sensed it, perhaps with some innate Saiyan power he was unaware he had. He supposed it was the same power that sensed she was in danger, or that she was thinking about him in the other room. They were mate's in a less physical sense, but mentally, their connection was strong. This hurt and betrayal only served to strengthen Goku's resolve and harden his emotions towards her, rejecting all love and warmth in return for cold, calculated rage.
He was not the same Goku that walked through that door yesterday, perhaps he would never be the same, but Krillin would stand beside him regardless. He needed a friend that was present and could prove to him that someone in this world understood the value of loyalty.
"Son Goku." Kami said after a long moment of silence, gaining Krillin's attention, yet not the statuesque figure that loomed over the edge so closely it was almost as if he were contemplating letting himself fall miles down to the Earth to his death without resisting the gravity.
"Goku, look at me. I am speaking to you." Kami repeated, and placed his hand on his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Goku turned around sharply and shrugged his hand away almost violently, a cruel expression crossing his once kind face that almost made him seem like a total stranger.
"This is not the cheerful one I knew before. Who are you now if you are not Goku?"
Goku crossed his arms tightly over his chest and looked away from the two, a predominant scowl still marking his face.
"I suppose you could call me Kakarot if you wanted to. Goku seems awfully childish now, doesn't he? Goku was weak. He was stupid. I'm not."
Goku snarled, surprising Kami with his bitter tone and the uncharacteristic words that came from him. Krillin twiddled his thumbs nervously, looking up at Kami and giving him a sheepish grin. One of the unfortunate side effects from his split from Chi-Chi was the loss of his childlike wonder and hope. He no longer believed in love. After all, why would Chi-Chi show him love if only to take it away?
"K…Kakarot? Is that not what Raditz called you, why would you desire such a name?" Kami asked with a small shudder.
Goku smirked. "Yes, that is my true name. Maybe it's time I took it back."
"If that is your wish… I cannot tell you otherwise. I hope that your time in the chamber has been an enlightening one."
"Very. Now, I suppose I should be heading back to Earth… I have a lot of unfinished business there, after all.."
"Wait!" Kami interrupted almost in a panic, his staff catching on Goku's belt as he hovered in mid-air.
"What now?"
"Are you sure there's nothing else you require from me before you go? You could take a journey in the Pendulum Room."
"What purpose would that serve?"
"Well, you could fight past foes again. See things from a new perspective. Perhaps even… Reconnect with your Saiyan ancestors?"
"Reconnect? Hmm." Goku pondered, then smirked as he decided that perhaps he liked this idea. Krillin on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable with the concept. He'd seen what Saiyans were like now, how much worse could they be in the past? Though he cringed inwardly, he attempted not to show it outwardly. He needed to be supportive of Goku's decisions and show him that there was someone on this planet who actually could be faithful and reliable seeing as Goku's own wife had broken that sacred vow.
"I'll go with you, wherever you wanna go. It sounds like fun!" Krillin said with the best enthusiasm he could muster.
"As you wish. Follow me." Kami replied, turning around and leading them to the Pendulum Room.
A swift breeze was blowing the leaves from the remaining trees that surrounded Satan's Den, the burgeoning colors of fall beginning to make themselves known. Bulma watches the leaves flutter through the air with a wistful smile, before her gaze falls to Vegeta and Gohan, who are doing their daily sparring drills in the yard. She had come to enjoy the routine more than she would've thought weeks ago, but now she was starting to learn the purpose of Vegeta's katas and understood what he was teaching Gohan.
The child had unsurprisingly picked up on the training quickly, and was at the cusp of completing the first stage of training. As Bulma watched, she observed the way the two partook in the ritualistic dance of warriors: dodge, block, hit, hit, hit, block. Gohan had struggled to block Vegeta's attacks for the longest time, and though the hits from the much stronger adult sent him digging into the dirt with his heels, he was still managing to block the attacks to the best of his ability. Bulma thought perhaps a shield would be beneficial to the boy, but hadn't brought it up to Vegeta. She figured any ideas she had would be worthless to him, but their recent conversation had placed a new perspective in her mind.
Vegeta had told her he was willing to try any ideas she had regarding how to reverse the spread of the blight. Perhaps that could apply to training too? There was another thing she noticed, and looked down at a notebook she was holding. She had drawn up a sketch of Vegeta's armor, and was currently erasing the codpiece and shoulder pads. They seemed to only slow him down, and were bulky and unnecessary. She couldn't help it– she needed the mental stimulus that taking notes and drawing blueprints had brought her. Sure, her physical needs were all being met, but her mental needs were lacking. A life of working in a lab and building gadgets couldn't be forgotten afternight, afterall.
Bulma frowned, and her eraser stopped in place as she looked at the armor drawing she'd made, wondering if this drawing was even worth showing to Vegeta. He may laugh at her, or worse, tell her it was worthless and take it away like he'd taken away her storage capsule.
"Can I see what you're drawing?" A timid voice came from beside her, and Bulma remembered that she had company today. Suno was stationed on the cushions beside her, enjoying the fresh air and sunlight after not feeling the touch of it for what seemed like months. Bulma turned her head and gave the girl a sympathetic gaze. She moved her notebook so that Suno could see, and the redhead tilted her head as she examined the drawing.
"Is this a suit for Vegeta?"
"Yeah. Well, I think all of them could benefit from this design, but I have my doubts that my silly ideas would be taken seriously…"
"Oh, Bulma! Don't be silly. You're Vegeta's prized girl. Of course he'd take you seriously, you're the only woman here he even looks at. And he looks at you like… Like he really likes you!" Suno managed to smile, though dark circles shadowed her eyes, and the drain of pregnancy on her weak body was obvious.
"You think he like-likes me? I mean, yeah… Of course he does. How could he not?" Bulma replied with a smug chuckle. He clearly liked her, if not just for her body than for her superior mind. She was more than a sex doll, he had proven that to her more than once when he let her take the lead and actually tried out her ideas. Suno gave her confidence, and she held the notebook with more pride than before.
"Right! You're so lucky… I wish Nappa treated me better. I feel so sick, Bulma… I don't know if I can do this. This half-saiyan baby is eating my body away, it feels like it's literally sucking my blood. I'm so exhausted…" Suno's head dropped into her hands and she began to sob – wracking sobs that made her scrawny shoulders shake.
"Oh Suno… You need help! They don't know anything about what you need. You should at the very least be taking prenatal vitamins and getting to rest in an actual bed… I'm sure we could go to a grocery store and try to find you some supplements…"
Suno perked up, and began wiping away her tears.
"Do you think Vegeta would listen to you if you told him so? I won't survive this pregnancy if I have to sleep in that dungeon any longer!"
Bulma hugged her close and stroked her hand over Suno's hair tenderly, shushing her sobs. "I promise you, Suno. I'll make sure of it. Besides, if Nappa wants this baby so bad he would be stupid not to listen!"
"That's true… Thank you… If I don't feel so sick, maybe I won't be so miserable… If I have to go on like this much longer I'm going to die…or k-kill myself."
Bulma's eyes filled with tears upon hearing this, and she began to sob along with Suno. The scent of her tears hit Vegeta just as Gohan threw a punch into his abdomen and his distraction nearly caused the wind to be knocked out of him. He growled and shoved Gohan onto his back, storming over to Bulma and tearing her from Suno by grabbing a handful of Suno's stringy red hair.
"What's all this blatting over? We're trying to spar over here, Woman!"
Bulma furrowed her brow and stood up quickly, grabbing his arm and squeezing it to signal that she wanted him to release his grip on Suno's hair. Vegeta relinquished his grip and snarled at Bulma, his sweat covered face dripping with moisture much the same way hers dripped with tears. She had dropped her notebook when she stood, and it now laid open at Vegeta's boots.
"You have to tell that idiot Nappa that Suno is going to die if he doesn't take better care of her! Look at her! This hybrid baby is going to eat her alive if she doesn't get some proper nourishment and vitamins!"
Vegeta's scowl gradually changed to a look of confusion, then acceptance as he took her suggestion and really looked at Suno.
"Stand up, girl. Show me your stomach."
Suno gulped, then carefully got to her feet. She lifted up the tattered blue lace nightie she was wearing with nothing but a pair of underwear, and showed him her stomach. Vegeta grimaced as he looked at the way her ribs shadowed over a hollow area, then a visible lump could be seen in her lower abdomen where her pregnancy was obvious. He bent down and put his ear to her belly, and rubbed one hand over it.
Bulma gulped nervously as his hand made careful circles on Suno's belly, and his face contorted in reaction to whatever he had heard, or felt. His gaze lifted to Bulma, then he let Suno's dress fall back into place and stood. He was silent for a moment before turning his attention back on Bulma, and crossing his arms.
"...I wish you would have told me sooner. Nappa is a fool! He should know better than to let his own brat starve like this. He and Panchy will take a list of your recommendations and travel to the market to pick up whatever she needs. Furthermore, she will be bed ridden until she is able to stand properly."
Bulma nodded, her heart racing as her ears responded to the euphoria of Vegeta's approval, and her tears turned to those of gratitude. She reached out and hugged him tightly, sobbing onto his shoulder plate.
"Oh, Vegeta! You do have a heart after all. Thank you so much. I'll get on it right away!"
"I will speak to Nappa. With my fists if I must." He stated, then began to go confront him, but not before almost tripping over the notebook by his feet. He bent down and grabbed it, and glared at the drawing on the page it was opened to. Bulma blushed and attempted to grab it from his hands, but he already had a firm grip on it.
"What is this… Armor schematics? Did you draw this, Bulma?" He said in wonder, his brows raising as he began flipping through the notebook. Inside were pages and pages of drawings and text, drawings of weapons, shields, and even some types of spacecraft that she had made up for fun.
"Umm— Well, yes. I get ideas when I'm sitting out here watching you spar… But, I didn't know if they were worth your attention…"
Vegeta handed her back the notebook, then removed his armor and dropped it to her feet, leaving him suited in just his blue body glove alone, which was tattered with wear and heavily stained.
"I accept your alterations, have them done as soon as possible. Can we do something about my body suit as well?"
Bulma blushed as he handed back her notebook, and she held it tightly to her chest as her heart fluttered and daresay it, those silly butterflies returned to her stomach.
"Yes. I can fix them both. I just need the right material for your suit, and I can do it." She said softly, and met his gaze. Her blush deepened as she saw his expression of admiration, which to some would be barely visible, but after looking at his face on a daily basis, she had learned how to decipher even the most micro expressions.
"Good Pet." He purred, then kissed her on the lips before taking off. Bulma turned to Suno, and they stared at one another quietly before erupting in giggles like two giddy school girls.
"Oh my gosh! Bulma, you have him whipped!"
"SHH! Don't be so loud…Wait, you really think so?" A devious expression crossed Bulma's face as the idea of turning the tables on Vegeta came to mind, and she imagined herself whipping him and dripping hot wax on his back like he had done to her. The memory sparked arousal in her thoughts, and her blush returned as she thought about it more.
"Bulma, you have the potential to turn things around for all of us. He actually listened to you! Oh, I haven't felt hope like this in so long! With you here, I might actually be happy to be bearing one of their children!" Suno said with a happy sob, and the girls hugged once again.
Gohan looked up at the sight of the two hugging women in wonder, then tugged on Bulma's red tee-shirt dress which was cinched at the waist with a belt.
"Hey, what's going on? I thought Vegeta was training with me." Gohan pouted, feeling disappointed that his sparring time was cut short. The two women parted, and Bulma placed her hands on her thighs as she leaned down to look at Gohan with a happy grin on her face.
"I think Vegeta's going to need a few minutes to… Discuss things with Nappa. Say, you want some strawberry pancakes buddy? I think we have what we need to make em. After all, you're a growing boy! Look how tall you've gotten!" Bulma said joyfully, then ruffled his long black hair playfully. Gohan chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"Yeah! Master Vegeta said I've grown three inches! Plus, pancakes are my favorite! Can you please make them, Bulma? I'm starving from all that training!"
Bulma smirked as she tried to imagine Vegeta measuring Gohan with a ruler, then nodded in agreement, picking up Vegeta's armor then leading Gohan and Suno inside. It almost felt like they were living in harmony for that sweet, blissful reprieve.
"Uhh… What happened?" Hercule grumbled while rubbing his eyes and finding himself sitting in a dark room. He looked around himself and was surprised to see a head of curly purple hair leaning against his chest….Wait, his naked chest?
Hercule's eyes widened as he realized what had happened, but had only fuzzy memories of. Clearly he had slept with Ranfan, but he couldn't seem to remember much before that. Regardless, the Champ felt a sense of macho pride and his chest puffed up in turn. He looked over to the side table and saw a fresh cigar and mug of beer sitting there and grinned with delight.
"Man, this is the life!" He chuckled while striking a match and puffing on the fat cigar.
"I thought a man of your taste would appreciate it." A deep voice came from the doorway, and Hercule looked over to see Nappa's large frame in the doorway. The massive Saiyan practically blocked out all the light before strolling inside and taking a cigar for himself. A cough caught both of the men's attention, then Ranfan sat up and blushed upon realizing she'd been caught. She went to grab her clothes, but Nappa was quick to step on them with one massive boot.
"Where do you think you're going, girl?"
"I–I just need to get washed up, Master… I'm so sorry…" Ranfan pouted, covering her breasts with her hands.
"Sorry for what? Showing the Champ here a good time? It's no problem." He shrugged and puffed on his cigar, but Ranfan still felt guilty and disgusted by what she had done.
"This just proves to me that Hercule is man enough to be one of us. What do you think, Champ? Do you want to be the guard of these girls and have your pick, a different girl for every day of the week? Besides Bunny, Bulma and Chi-Chi of course. Those are our women."
That left him with Marron, Ranfan, Hasky, Launch and Suno. All beautiful women. Hercule took a long sip of his beer then slung his arm over Ranfan and pulled her in tight to her displeasure, and sighed with satisfaction.
"I can't say it's a bad deal, but what's in it for you?"
Nappa stroked his goatee, and eyed Ranfan slyly. Little did they know, Nappa had been witness to their conversation and had been sitting in the VIP room when they burst in and began screwing on the couch like rabbits. He'd stood there quietly in silence and enjoyed the show, smirking all the while. Nappa had also heard the snippet of conversation they had as well, where he mentioned having a woman and daughter at home. Nappa was aware that Hercule was a wealthy human, as was Raditz when he'd found him and Hercule had ranted about being the champion of Satan City. He'd even seen his mansion and left it untouched in the case they wanted to take up residence there in the future.
"Well, I simply ask that what's yours is mine. After all, you've been staying here, enjoying our beer and cigars, and my slave woman. So it's only fair that you share yours."
Hercule sat up and released Ranfan, who managed to slip away to the bathroom to clean herself up while they talked. Hercule stood up and faced Nappa, a stern look on his face.
"My daughter is only six years old. Not a hair on her head will be touched by any of your men. You have to promise me that, Nappa, and if you can do that I'll agree."
Nappa nodded firmly, and thrust one hand out to Hercule.
"I promise, not a hair."
Hercule took his hand and shook it, grinning widely.
Ranfan witnessed their agreement, and anxiously stood in the background hoping she could get her clothing out from underneath Nappa's boot.
"Just one thing before we celebrate… Where's that cute little thing you were with? I have a few questions for her…" Nappa intoned with a deep rasp; recalling how he saw her blowing those pink hearts at Hercule that seemed to give him more stamina and made him a stallion in the sheets.
Hercule looked towards Ranfan and she jumped in place as Nappa turned to look at her with a devious grin.
"So, you've been holding out on me, eh? When were you going to tell us you could do sex magic?" He growled, and reached out to grope her breast. His large hand nearly encompassed both of them as Ranfan flinched and her face reddened with embarrassment.
"I– I… I didn't mean to keep it a secret, I just… I didn't think you needed help in that regard, Master." She gulped, hoping her response would please him. It was looking like Nappa wanted a turn now, and Ranfan was almost dreading it. Hercule was one thing, but Nappa was a literal beast. She was afraid he would break her bones or worse, tear her most delicate parts with his roughness and inhuman size. Plus, she'd seen what happened to Suno after she became pregnant with his child.
Nappa smirked, and moved his other hand down to poke around between her legs, making his intentions obvious as Hercule looked on with a horny grin. It was clear that he had no intention of saving her, and would likely be happy to join in. Just as Nappa's finger made its way into her body and he lifted her off the floor, the door burst open and she cried out in fear. Balancing on just one of those savage fingers capable of blowing up this entire planet sent fear throughout her body, and she looked to the doorway to see Vegeta standing there with a furious expression on his face.
"Why am I not surprised to find you with your finger in the pie, Nappa? Put the girl down."
"But, but your Highness! This girl does sex magic!" He shouted as if accusing her of witchcraft, making his claims seem laughable.
Vegeta scowled with disbelief and pointed one finger at the floor, his stern glare implying that this was not the time for distractions. Nappa lowered his hand and withdrew his finger from her, walking over to kneel before Vegeta on one knee. Ranfan grabbed her clothing and didn't even listen as Hercule attempted to get her attention before she ran out of the room, he was likely hoping to get another chance with her but that chance would not be today. She just wanted to take a bath and forget the shameful things she had done.
"My Prince, what do you command of me?"
Vegeta grinned and moved his hand to instruct Nappa to stand up. He stood, and Vegeta's knee immediately went out and impaled himself into the taller man's groin. Nappa grunted in pain, then doubled over, giving Vegeta the chance to punch him across the face for good measure. The punch sent one of his teeth flying out with a splash of blood, and still Nappa got back into the prone position, swallowing down his own blood. He grimaced in pain but bore the punishment deemed acceptable by his prince, and waited to hear his reasoning for this punishment.
Hercule stood behind them, looking on with surprise. He hoped he wouldn't make Vegeta mad, one of those punches would do more than knock one of a human man's teeth out. It would probably cave in his head if it were him.
"I saw Suno today. She's on the brink of death, did you know that? How did you expect her to carry your brat to full term while she's starving down in that fucking basement?!"
Nappa frowned and a look of shame crossed his face.
"Really, for one who speaks so avidly about hybrids you sure haven't ensured that your own will survive. If she can't carry this brat full term you can forget your hybrid agenda and I will put you solely on guard duty. Do you understand, soldier?"
"Yes, Master Vegeta."
Vegeta took a piece of paper out of his suit and held it out to Nappa.
"Take this list and escort your slave Bunny to the market to find all of these items, and ensure that Suno gets them, along with a bed and proper treatment. If you don't, I'll have you dispatch Suno myself. Got it?"
Nappa nodded in understanding and took the list, agreeing that he had made a dire mistake now that Vegeta had pointed out the wrong in it.
"Got it. I'll take good care of her, Vegeta. I promise, this hybrid will be our future."
"We'll see about that, Nappa. Now get moving. I have other things to do than lecture you."
Nappa stood a bit gingerly due to his bruised testes, then remembered that he'd hired Hercule once he saw him standing there in stunned silence.
"I have news that may please you. Hercule here has agreed to work for us and share his wealth, which is a mansion, riches and two women, one a child and the other an adult."
Vegeta turned to look at Hercule, a disdainful expression crossing his face.
"And why should I care about this?"
"I've heard that it's a luxurious mansion. If you're interested, we could stay there."
Vegeta crossed his arms and huffed, turning away.
"Go there later after you complete your orders, and do whatever it is you want with it. I don't care. If it's suitable, I'll think about it. It may be a good idea to move our headquarters elsewhere."
Hercule's face lit up and he stepped forward, recalling how Vegeta had been training Gohan.
"Your Highness, I have a dojo that may be suitable for training. I noticed you carry a katana around. I have a wealth of weapons and supplies you may find useful."
Vegeta turned his face slightly upon hearing this, and gave Hercule a slight nod before leaving the room. Nappa glanced towards Hercule and grinned, revealing that he was missing one of his front teeth.
"Seems like he might be interested. Well, see ya. We can finish our business with her later." Nappa winked, then took off to go find Bunny.
Hercule placed his hands on his hips and considered all that he'd heard, and reflected on the events of the day.
"Well, I guess I still got it after all. Now if only I had everything else back." He remarked to himself with a sad sigh, picking up his beer and slugging it back.
It was fun being here, getting laid and drinking to his content, but having a bunch of destructive Saiyans in his home along with his daughter and Miss Piiza made him a bit anxious. He had already lost his wife, Miguel to an illness before the invasion, then he'd lost the namesake to his city, his standing, half of the population along with the beauty of the city, utterly decimated.
All he could really do was go along with things and hope that he didn't end up on Vegeta's bad side, because it could very well be the end of him.
A feather duster swept away the dust of the day, as Chi-Chi happily dusted the bedroom she and Raditz shared. She was cleaning everything in the room thoroughly, perhaps in a subconscious desire to clean away any evidence that other women had been intimate there with her soon to be husband. Enough blonde and blue hairs had been found to make a wig of Launch's hair, and the thought made her frown. She tried not to think too hard about what their union had done to poor Launch, the timid little blue haired girl who had attached herself to Raditz's hip not long after he'd captured her.
The speed in which he discarded her in favor of Chi-Chi was a bit cruel, after all, he'd been balancing the two women for some time and hadn't really given Launch any forewarning. Chi-Chi used this opportunity to open up a bedside table drawer, and peeked inside. Inside the drawer, she found a bottle of Black Currant lube, a double ended silicone device that she definitely did not want to touch and… A familiar looking packet. Chi-Chi picked it up and examined it closer, finding Launch's name on the front, then opening it to see that the packet of medicine had only three pills taken out of it despite the fact that it was dated for two months ago.
Chi-Chi gulped and her hand trembled slightly as she realized what she was holding, and what this could mean for Launch.
"Chi-Chi." A familiar voice sounded from behind her, and Chi-Chi jumped in place, then hid the pills behind her back. When she turned around, she was faced by Launch herself, with blonde coils of hair framing her face and emerald eyes piercing right through her.
"Oh, hello Launch… Is everything alright?"
"I have news, but I want Raditz to be present. Seeing as you two…Are an item, now." Launch said with a disapproving frown, crossing her arms.
Chi-Chi wasn't oblivious– she had noticed something was different about Launch. For one, she was strapped with a belt of bullets that went across her chest, and was back in her regular tank top and shorts, rather than lingerie.
"Launch, I'm so sorry! I didn't plan for this all to happen so fast!" Chi-Chi cried out, then dropped the pills as Launch surged forward and held the barrel of an AK-47 under her chin, baring her teeth with a vicious grin.
"I told you Raditz was mine, but you didn't listen, did ya? No matter now. He's still gonna have to commit to ME."
Tears pooled in Chi-Chi's eyes, and she swallowed hard against the cool metal of the barrel. The door creaked open, and she was surprised to see Raditz walking in with his hands in the air, then saw that Hasky was standing behind him with the barrel of her pistol placed conveniently between his legs. Raditz smirked as if he found the entire situation amusing, but went along as Hasky's "hostage."
"Reunited and it feels SO good, huh?" Launch sneered, then shoved Chi-Chi back against the nightstand so that her arms were pinned against it. Raditz realized what was going on and his eyes suddenly went wide upon noticing the gun at Chi-Chi's throat.
"Now that I have you two together, I have good news!" Launch exclaimed with an unhinged cackle, and looked towards Raditz.
"Or should I say, we have good news, don't we Raditz?" She smirked, and waited for Raditz to figure out her meaning. When he neglected to speak, she turned slightly away from Chi-Chi to pull down her tank top and reveal a bite mark on her breast. Chi-Chi gasped upon realizing she had the same mark on hers, then looked over to Raditz with her brows furrowed.
"Whatever happened to this, huh? Lifemate?" Launch sneered.
"What's the meaning of this, Raditz? I thought I was your mate!" Chi-Chi chimed in, in disbelief of what she was seeing.
Raditz sighed and looked back to Hasky, hoping she would relinquish her hold on him, but she had his tail held tightly in one hand and his precious jewels were being crushed by her pistol. Raditz closed his eyes, then turned and looked to Launch with a sincere gaze.
"Listen… Launch, yes. I made you my mate. But, a mate doesn't necessarily always become a wife… I'm sorry… But I chose Chi-Chi as my wife. I still care for you, but I can't marry you, too!"
"Ha! You think I want to marry you? Think again, Bucko! You got me pregnant, you IDIOT!"
Raditz's mouth fell open with the declaration, along with Chi-Chi's, but Chi-Chi was quicker to respond to her than him.
"No he didn't! You got YOURSELF pregnant and I have proof!" She huffed, then kicked the package at Launch's feet.
"What is she talking about?" Hasky said, then came forward, freeing Raditz from her grip so she could see what Chi-Chi had kicked across the floor. Hasky picked it up and read it, then looked up to Launch with a puzzled expression.
"...Birth control, Launch? You stopped taking it…On purpose?"
Launch was silent, and gradually moved the gun away from Chi-Chi's throat.
"I… I don't remember… Blue must've hidden them somewhere, because I didn't even know we were taking them."
The room fell silent, and now that the truth was out, the tension slightly eased, and Raditz was able to carefully walk towards Launch. A sorrowful look came across his face, and the guilt was evident.
"She likely stopped taking them… Because of me. It's likely she wanted to be the best mate she could be by bearing a child for me. Launch… You really have done nothing to deserve this treatment. This whole mess… It's all my doing."
Raditz knelt to one knee, and bowed his head towards her.
"I'm sorry. I promise, I will be the best father to my offspring if you will let me. If not, I will understand."
The anger of the women in the room seemed to quell as they all looked at each other in confusion. Here their master was on one bent knee, begging for her forgiveness. Launch covered her mouth with one hand, and squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to hold back tears. Hasky ran to her side and held her, while Chi-Chi tentatively placed a hand on Launch's back. "If you decide to keep the child, I will do whatever I can to help you, Launch. Whenever you need me, I'll be there."
Raditz looked up at Chi-Chi, then Launch, and wondered if there was a possibility of reconciliation. He slowly stood up, and towered over the three. Launch wiped the tears away from her eyes, then looked up at Raditz and took a shaky breath.
"I accept. But you have to allow me one thing."
"A-Anything!" Raditz stuttered, hoping forgiveness was in the books for him.
Launch looked over to Hasky, then back at him.
"I need to be somewhere quiet where I can rest… With all this stress, I can't possibly relax. So, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I went to Master Roshi's for a while… And maybe, seeing as you and Chi-Chi are getting married, set me and Hasky… free?"
Raditz looked forlorn for a moment, then looked to Chi-Chi, and saw her nodding with a warm expression on her face.
"I… Honestly, I should have let you go a while ago, once I felt myself becoming closer to Chi-Chi. It was wrong of me to think I could keep you both happy. So, yes. I will let you go, but… I would like to see my child when they are born, if that's ok."
Launch nodded, and she and Hasky hugged each other tightly, before pulling apart slightly to kiss. Chi-Chi blushed and looked away as Raditz reached over and took her hand, squeezing to reassure her that she was also special to him.
"Meanwhile, Chi-Chi and I have the matter of our wedding ceremony to attend to. That is, as long as this doesn't change anything?"
Chi-Chi shook her head, then came close and wrapped her hands around Raditz.
"Of course I haven't changed my mind! There's just one thing I need to take care of before we proceed."
Chi-Chi backed away from Raditz, then looked down at her right hand, where her wedding ring from Goku still sparkled.
"I have to do something with this ring. I'm not sure if Goku will want it back now, but I don't think it's right for me to keep it anymore."
Hasky peered over her shoulder at the ring and smirked.
"If you give it to me, I can find a jewelry dealer who could probably hook you two up with a really nice replacement in return for this. It looks like a real diamond to me."
Raditz furrowed his brow, not comprehending what the big deal was over a tiny little diamond ring. He had seen diamonds the size of boulders in space, and Saiyans didn't exchange wedding rings. Saiyans preferred the old method of presenting their rival in love's heart on a platter for them to eat. He had a feeling Chi-Chi wouldn't be too keen on that idea, though, so he kept quiet.
"Yes! That sounds like a lovely idea, Hasky." Chi-Chi agreed, and handed over the ring. She let it go without any hesitation, as she had accepted the loss long ago, and the ring had become nothing more than a materialistic item.
"It's settled then. Pack a bag, Chi-Chi. We'll have some alone time until the ceremony. About three days, just you and me." Raditz chuckled, his tail swishing happily around in the air.
"Oh, and don't bother with lingerie or anything girly like that. Wear what you had on when I found you."
Chi-Chi looked a little confused by Raditz's statement, but was also excited about spending three days alone with Raditz.
"Wait…What about Gohan?" She frowned, and felt guilty that she'd be leaving her son for so long.
"Oh, he'll be fine. I'm going to have a talk with Vegeta." Raditz smirked, and Chi-Chi's eyes lit up with hope.
"Do you think… He'll free him from that terrible dungeon?"
"...Perhaps. I have my ways of persuading him. I know how Vegeta is, if I word things right I may succeed with ease. If not… Well, I suppose I'd have to tell him he and Nappa are on their own."
"You'd do that…For me?"
Raditz's gaze turned to hers, and their eyes connected in the deep way that only mate's seemed to be able to. At this moment, they were the only ones in the room, or perhaps the world. Their focus was on each other alone, as Raditz declared his loyalty to Chi-Chi, but not with spoken words.
As Chi-Chi stared into Raditz's eyes, her heart quickened and she had to grasp onto his hands to keep herself from falling. It was as if they were no longer in the room together, but instead in their very own universe where only she and Raditz existed, their surroundings black and formless. Then, Raditz looked into the darkness and Chi-Chi watched as an image formed, and Raditz's double stepped in front of her and blocked a massive red orb of light. He screamed and growled in agony as it threatened to burn him alive, but the woman behind him was more important than his own life in this vision.
"No!" Chi-Chi cried, and ran towards the illusion and attempted to make it disappear. As she walked through it, it did, and instead, another image formed beside her. This time, she was the focus, and she was standing at the foot of Fire Mountain, holding Gohan's hand and waving as Raditz flew down to meet them. He came close and kissed her on the lips, then hugged Gohan by his side. As Raditz backed away, he saw that Chi-Chi and Gohan both had halos over their heads, and this time it was Raditz that protested.
"No, Chi-Chi! I would never allow this. I would die before I ever let harm come to you or Gohan. You can bet on my pride as a Saiyan Warrior."
"Then it's settled. We are meant to be together, Raditz. Through hell or high water. Regardless of what anyone says… I love you." Chi-Chi said softly, and fell back into his embrace.
"And I love you, Chi-Chi. More than anything else before."
When the two came out of their fantasy, they realized that they were left alone in the room, and Raditz's hand slipped down to grope her bottom.
"We should have a little time before we have to get ready. I have some catching up to do with you." He purred, and Chi-Chi giggled in return, softening against his caress.
"You bet your ass you do." She whispered, then sank into his arms as he pressed her to his body and kissed her deeply, wrapping his tail possessively around her waist.