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"The Other Side Of Vegeta"Written By: Elanya Disclaimer: I do not own any portion or characters
of DBZ or PokeMon. My thanx to the creators of such magnificent personalities
for use the use of fanfiction. DBZ belongs to TOEI Studios, Akira
Toryama and FUNimation. PokeMon belongs to Nintendo and Warner Brothers
Studios. I am not making any money from this saga. It is just an expression
of my interest in such fantastic anime like DBZ. No law suits, please.
Being under privileged, the paycheck doesn't stretch that far. WARNING!
This fanfic begins with a PG-13 rating for language (we all know that
Vegeta has a mouth that would make a sewer look clean, lol) and violence.
Later it will have n NC-17 rating for the juicy stuff. Reader discretion
is advised. This is my first fanfic so be brutal in UR review. Vegeta
is OOC thru most of the fic. This is a V/B break up fic. Major Bulma/Chichi/Yamcha
bashing. Apologies 2 all Bulma/Vegeta romance fans out there. If any
ideas or themes sound familiar to any author of other stories please
note, I had not intention of stealing such fantastic ideas, they just
worked themselves into the scope of this saga as pure coincidence.
My thanks and apologies go to those authors. Happy reading. A/N: EXTREME
AU, HINTS OF YAOI AND YURI. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Yaoi, angst, Lemon Pairings: Vegeta x Goku Summary: Bulma and Vegeta have broken up-she throws him out after he misses one too many holidays. Through a series of accidents, Vegeta's long buried emotional gentler side emerges. Vegeta and Goku, along with Trunks, Goten and Bura(I'm not too crazy over her english name), all live on an island princedom away form civilization although, the other Z-Sensi know of their hideaway.
"The Other Side Of Vegeta"
LEMON WARNIG! SHOUNEN- AI. YAOI. CROSS DRESSING. BONDAGE. CHAPTER XXXI MOON PAHSE BONDING Lava, that was the only way to describe it. Veins that once flowed with crimson blood were now burning with what could only be molten lava. Screams of wild unbridled painful pleasure filled Minerva’s skies, as the dark Saiyans became Oozaru or had reached Super Saiyan four- the level just before the Oozaru transformation. The moon awoke many dormant instincts and the tribe reacted according to its song. The burning in their veins melded through to their flesh. This gave the feeling of being consumed alive and those who had not experienced any level of Super Saiya-jin felt the burning ember that night. Those, such as Gohan and Piccolo and Goten and Trunks, who played in direct moonlight, fought their transformations, however, not being trained to control such power, the three demi-Saiya-jin were overwhelmed by their latent Saiyan nature. “Oh my God, Gohan, you’re transforming! I gotta get you outta the moon!” Piccolo thought as he scrambled away from his lover turned King Kong’s larger cousin. “Someone help, Gohan’s gone berserk!” the Namek screamed as he tried to fly out of harms way. “Stay, Namek. The young Saiyan has chosen you for his mate. We never harm our mates in Oozaru. Pull on his tail to transform him back then run for shelter. This is the night of the moon and we will take full advantage of it! This night, these Earth born, Earth raised Saiya-jin will know what it is to be Saiyan males!” it was Vegeta Ou who had gone to Piccolo’s rescue. “B--but…” “You are bonded. You bare his mark about you. He will not harm you. Trust is rule number one in our bond ship. Call to him and he will answer you,” the king nodded then left with Bardock and left Piccolo to deal with his transformed lover. Piccolo floated in the air still unsure of what he should do when… “Gohan-san, follow us! Grand tousan Vegeta says you need to be out of the moon, ” a deep voice called and Piccolo looked to see two other Oozaru, however, one was lavender in color. Gohan turned his head to the call then moved over to the other two Oozaru and followed them. Piccolo also followed at a safe distance, as there was one thing that panicked the Namek was the Saiyan Oozaro form. He had seen what his love was like in that form and it had not been a picnic. Nonetheless, Gohan followed the other ware- apes until they were in the forested area where the trees effectively blocked the rays of the moon; thus the three began to melt back into their mortal forms. The first thing to hit the three boys was the fact that Minervian nights were freezing and that they where stark naked. “We’d better find shelter or go back to the palace for some clothes,” Trageta stuttered through cold and chattering teeth. “Let’s go, I think I remember a cave at the bottom of the cliffs,” Goten replied and the four of them took to the air. The four beings flew off the cliff hanging and scanned the facing for an opening when suddenly, a portion of the cliff exploded. “What the…C’mon, let’s go check it out! If someone’s in there, they’re very injured,” Goten remarked as the four flew to where they had seen a blinding flash. “V-Vegeta, I-I can’t move!” Kakarrot whimpered. “Stop whimpering! A royal doesn’t whimper. Call this retribution for taking me from behind the last time we were on Earth together before blue boy grew a brain to kidnap me. Relax, koi, I have a feeling you’re gonna enjoy this as much as I will,” the prince whispered seductively into his partner’s ear causing Kakarrot to moan in pleasure. Vegeta positioned himself behind his mate and lover, took hold of his thick tail in one hand, massaged it with the other while his own tail tickled his mate’s sensitive testis. Kakarrot writhed in pleasure so mind blowing he felt his head would roll from his neck. “This is gonna hurt, love, but just for a bit,” Vegeta’s baritone voice cooed into his lover’s ear and without preparation, the prince shoved himself into his bound mate. The larger Saiyan screamed at the initial invasion into a hole that barely squeezed out his body’s solid waste. He knew his small royal mate was well endowed but having it in the small opening was something unbelievable! Vegeta’s member was the size of their twins’ legs, at least twelve inches when not aroused and as thick as the babies’ legs as well. Pleasurable pain shot the length of the big Saiyan’s spine and radiated through his strong body. Then the prince began to move after a time for adjustment. Kakarrot screamed in ecstasy when he felt his prince hit a spot deep inside him. With Vegeta’s every movement, Kakarrot thrust in and out of the mossy stone, which was surprisingly soft but did not collapse under his mighty weight. The prince continued his attack, gradually picking up the pace until he was moving at the rate of a jackhammer. Kakarrot felt an increased burning in his groin section then his body tightened as the height of pleasure engulfed him and sent him over the edge to oblivion and he felt the eruption of his seed empty into the moss ball. Seconds later, Vegeta’s body replied in kind and the prince free fell into the white-hot pool of pleasure. The two screamed one another’s name as the prince discharged into his lover and the two bodies burst into the manifestation of the fire that had raged through their veins the entire night. That was when the cliff exploded. Instinctively, Vegeta’s sharp canine teeth embedded themselves into the soft tender cord that ran the length from Kakarrot’s neck to his shoulder. Dark copper tasting crimson flowed into the prince’s mouth and caused both the prince and his mate to moan deeply. Suddenly, Vegeta began to see images of an infant as he crawled away from a banged up space pod. Another image of a kindly old man finding the infant and attempting to tame him but the boy was wild and ran through the forests. Vegeta saw when the old man had the child he had named Goku in a papoose on his back and the child reached to get a butterfly but tumbled from the pack and fell into a deep ravine. That scene caused the prince to gasp and he unknowingly held his breath as he prayed for the little one to mend. Other images followed of ‘Goku’s’ life. How he met the blue haired hussy, how he had met the dark haired witch when the two were still on leading strings, how he met Yamcha, Oolong and the other Z-Sensi who had all began as enemies but turned into allies just as the prince himself had. Goku’s many adventures in tracking the Dragon Balls, his encounters with various beings, battle with Dr. Gero and the Red Ribbon army and Piccolo. Then came the image that changed Goku’s life forever, the meeting, battle and eventual death of Raditz and the anticipated battle with the last two surviving Saiya-jin, Nappa and the prince himself. It was as the prince watched this image he was reminded of just what he denied feeling for the larger Saiyan he now embraced as his soul mate. The images flew passed until they focused on Vegeta’s sacrifice to Majin Buu and a pain so deep cut through the prince’s heart as he felt the strong emotions Goku endured once he had found that the prince had made the supreme sacrifice. ‘It was for nothing. No, it was for him and the hope that I might catch just the briefest glimpse from my prison of the pure heart that I thought I could never have. Thank you, God of all creation for yet another chance,’ Vegeta’s mind spoke as tears fell unbidden from the smaller Saiyan’s eyes. As visions of Goku’s feelings and life flashed through Vegeta, so too did images of the prince’s life and newly resurrected feelings flash through Kakarrot. In the larger Saiyan’s mind eye, he saw the prince during his first training session with Bardock when the prince was just old enough to stand, and was amazed at the natural power the prince possessed. He witnessed the prince on his first purge mission as the boy stood with the king, Bardock behind them with the rest of the purge team that also consisted of Raditz, Angelair, Fuyung and Nappa. Another vision of a near dying prince on board the king’s ship and the medic holding the prince’s head to pour some kind of purple black liquid down the prince’s throat, after which the prince’s wounds began to heal. ‘I see you are mended,’ Kakarrot heard the voice of the king in his mind as the now mended prince approached him. The prince bowed, ‘Yes, Ou-san. I am ready to spar,’ he heard the prince reply. He saw the king smirk. ‘There’ll be time for sparring later, Ichison. Come, I’ve something special to show you,’ the king smiled a genuine smile, held his hand out for the three foot tall prince then led the boy out of the cockpit. From the images Kakarrot gathered that the king loved his son as much as the queen and vice versa. The emotion was reflected in the vision he witnessed as the king led his son down a long hallway to a door the formed the capital letter ‘V’ when closed. He saw the Ou enter a lock code, the doors slide open and the prince trying hard to hide his surprise. ‘It’s all right, Ichimi, you can express how you feel. It’s just us. I wanted you to know how proud I am of you and how much I love you,’ the king smiled and the small prince threw his small arms around the large king. The monarch returned the affection then the prince all but ran into the room, which turned out to be a playroom. Following that image was the one that changed the family Vegeta forever, so it seemed. Chibi Vegeta had just completed a visit with his mother, Queen Sunrissa, and was on his way to train with the king. Upon nearing the training chamber, the prince stopped as he heard groans, moans and snarling emit from the slightly opened door. The chibi prince sneaked quietly into the chamber where he froze and his blood chilled in his veins. His little heart sped up as his eyes beheld some kind of creature pounding into the king. The king was chained by all his appendages to two walls in the training chamber and was being mercilessly assaulted. ‘I shall teach you not to be so insolent with me, you monkey tailed worm! You should know better than to mess with Frieza! This allience shall end only at your death!’ the being snarled as he rammed the king. ‘Leave my ‘Tousan alone!’ the little prince snarled, powered up then flew at the being in an attempt to dislodge it from the king. The prince’s flight came to a sudden halt as the being caught the boy in his reptilian tail. ‘Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little monkey prince who thinks he can take down the mighty Frieza. Zarbon, hold this until I finish my business with the king, then I’ll teach these monkeys a lesson they won’t soon forget,’ the being hissed. A pair of large blue hands took hold of the prince who instinctively began to struggle, curse and demand to be let down. The blue alien raised his hand and slapped the prince senseless then dropped him on the floor. Once Frieza had completed his ‘business’ with the king, he turned to the prince who was lying at his feet. Lifting Chibi Vegeta with one clawed foot, the reptile Ice-jin took him by his shoulders, moved so that he was facing the king and raised the child up. ‘Frieza, no! Not my son! I’ll do anything you demand just don’t hurt my son, please!’ the king begged. Frieza snickered evilly. ‘You should have thought of him before you failed that last purge and before talk of breaking the alliance found my ears! You should know better than to mess with Frieza!’ and with that the vile creature slammed the toddler prince onto whatever he had for an organ. The image thankfully went blank. More images followed that first encounter. Kakarrot witnessed the prince’s ministrations to the queen before the twins were born. How the prince had doted on the two, but loved his sister the most. There were images of the prince goin to a building where he encountered the first female he had enlisted to train the princess followed by a disappointing mock battle that caused the young girl to run and hide. Images of the prince returning to the same training place where he encountered Ceraina, the third class powerhouse whose chi level rivaled his highness’. After the happier images came the portion of Vegeta’s past that Kakarrot had briefly glimpsed during their fusion to stop Majin Buu: the images of the prince being enslaved by Frieza. Being lied to by that tyrant that the king had sold the prince to get out of the alliance between the Saiya-jin and Ice-jin and how Frieza abused and molested the tender prince and turned him into a killing machine for his own pleasure. Kakarrot held his own emotions at the horror that was his prince’s upbringing at the hands of the white monster. More images bombarded Kakarrot as he saw his first battle with the prince and realized the truth of why the prince had killed Nappa, to make room for the larger Saiyan himself. Groaning inwardly at the truth, Kakarrot kicked himself as he realized that Vegeta had fallen for him right after the large Saiyan had made sushi out of Nappa. Power was one thing Vegeta respected and craved. Following those images were the images of the Namek encounters, the prince’s long search for Kakarrot through space, his reluctance to fight a race of aliens he happened upon and Vegeta’s disappointment at not being able to get a close sniff at the larger Saiyan. Kakarrot saw Vegeta’s reactions to encountering Mirai Trunks, his intense training in the gravity chamber. Bulma’s constant ‘bothering’ him with her presence, his need to leave CC to train in peace, his finding the mountains where Kakarrot, Piccolo and Gohan were training. Kakarrot smiled at what transpired after he had beaten his prince into the ground. The next set of visions were of the three years of training before the Androids’ arrival and the many times Vegeta and Kakarrot would meet, spar then screw like mad. K-san saw why Vegeta had to leave the planet to train in the depths of space in order to attain SSJ and finally claiming the prize. K-san nearly jumped from his skin when he witnessed his love’s ascension to the next level. The next set, the androids encounter beginning with #19 & 20. The search for Android 20 after the prince had sent K-san home with Yamcha for the antidote for the heart virus. The shock of the others when the prince transformed into SSJ and their understandable confusion. The humiliating fight with Android #18. Then came Cell, the training with Mirai Trunks in the room of Time and Spirit, the ensuing battle, the tournament and the sacrifice. For the first time K-san felt the devastation Vegeta had felt after his noble sacrifice with Cell. After the others departed, Vegeta had flown off to express his grief. Later, although he was present to bid farewell to Mirai Trunks, he left the planet carrying a very special package he refused to share with the Earth simpletons. K-san witnessed the birth of their daughter, how the prince had raised and nurtured her with her two brothers on Planet Minerva for two years then he returned to Earth and threw himself into training and the job Bulma had suggested he go find outside the home. K-san witnessed Vegeta’s reaction when he met Ceraina again, how the two trained together and sparred with Chibi Trunks and Goten once the boys were beginning to walk. He saw the vision of when Trunks was eight years old and Gohan was visiting CC when K-san announced he would be returning to Earth to fight in the martial arts tournament and how elated the prince had been when he had heard. The vision of the tournament itself, the leaving with the Supreme Kai, the fights on Babidi’s ship and Vegeta’s possession were viewed in startling clarity. Visions of the battle between the two Saiya-jin, Vegeta knocking K-san unconscious, take the last senzu bean, destroying Babidi’s ship, the prince’s fight with Majin Buu and his final atonement for the wrong he had committed against the universe tore at the large Saiyan. The visions continued until the most recent events of the final destruction of Frieza and his boys, Vegeta’s feelings during the concert up to the very moment the two were sharing in that moment in time. Tired and spent, the two star crossed lovers lay buried under the cold cliff side. When the last vision exited their minds, the two had ascended beyond SSJ- 4. Vegeta having the ability to control chi had channeled the blast to exit out behind him, which caused the entrance to the cave to be blasted away and enlarged. Vegeta slumped onto his mate’s back and caressed his bite mart with his velvet tongue that sent shock waves through the larger man beneath him. “Oh, God, Vegeta, that was amazing! Ungh!” Kakarrot moaned. The prince gave a low chuckle deep in his throat. “Glad I could pleasure you, mi amour,” the smaller sighed then tried to exit his mate. His breath hitched. ‘Shit, why can’t I move!’ Vegeta’s mind raced. “’Geta, I- can’t move, koi!” Kakarrot whined. “Shut up, fool. Neither can I! Guess we’ll have to remain until we relax,” the prince shook his head. How humiliating, well, if this situation had to happen, he wouldn’t want to be behind anyone else but his soul mate, his love and now, his very essence and breath of life.
“Goten did you feel that surge in power? That could only have been our dads! C’mon, let’s go see if they’re all right, that explosion was pretty righteous!” Trunks declared and the six slowly descended to enter the cave. The interior of the cave had gone blessedly dark after Kk and his mate exploded at the end of their lovemaking foray so the two would not be caught in the predicament in which they found themselves at the moment. “’Tousan, Ka-chan, are you in here?” a voice called. “What the hell? Oh, not now,” Vegeta groaned. “Maybe they’re cold. Remember, Minerva’s nights are cold even to us,” K-san remarked. “Love, could you take the rings off, please?” the large Saiyan requested and Vegeta lifted his hands to absorb the energy rings. “Dad, Vegeta-Sama, are you all right?” Goten’s high-pitched voice asked as the group drew closer to the two still coupled Saiya-jin. At that moment, twin chuckles were heard from behind the boys. “I say, Bardock, does something about that scene seem familiar?” It was the Ou’s voice. Saiya-jin possessing superior eyesight could see as well in the dark as they could the light and the king just happened to be the one to notice his son and Bardock’s and the position the two were in. Bardock gasped when he noticed. “Oh, Mon Dieu, how did they get like that?” Ka-san’s twin remarked with a shake of his head. “C’mon, let’s unhitch the wagon from the horse,” the king quipped as he moved to lift his shorter son while Bardock held his younger son by the shoulders. “Remind me to kill you, ‘tousan, slowly,” Vegeta hissed as the king lifted him and slowly backed up. The suction that held the two broke with a loud popping sound then the king inched his son out his larger mate, still holding a laugh that threatened to over take his being. Red faced with humiliation, the prince snarled, “Go ahead, laugh, I don’t care. I suppose no one else has ever gotten caught up in the mood in such a way,” he reprimanded as he attempted deep knee bends to loosen his tightened leg muscles. “Oh, cheer up, Oujimi, it happens to the best of us. Ask my mate,” the Ou snickered. “Let’s discuss this in more pleasant surroundings,” the prince suggested. ‘Kk, can you walk koi, or do I need to carry you?’ Vegeta asked through the private link. ‘May I carry you instead, mi koi?’ K-san replied and heard the prince reply with a ‘Hell yeah!’ The larger Saiyan gingerly moved closer to his mate then wrapped his arms around him and lifted him into his strong arms. Lying his head on Kakarrot’s shoulder, the prince nuzzled his mate and once again caressed the bite mark of possession. “I built a manor home at the end of the tunnel. You can see it. I built it from luminescent rock so we’ve no need for chi,” Vegeta Ouji smirked as Kakarrot carried him to the manor. The rest followed. Once the group, who had been joined by several other Saiya-jin, had neared the manor, Kakarrot set the prince down and the prince clapped his hands. At once, several unpleasant looking beings appeared. Vegeta Ou grimaced as he watched the prince issue orders and the beings nod then move off. The king leaned down to his son. “Oujimi, who are those pathetic creatures?” he asked, a grimace still on his handsome face. The prince tossed his head back and put his nose in the air. “Slaves, Outusan, from a planet called Amazonia, and before you ask, they are, indeed related to the Amazons,” Vegeta explained as he walked towards the side of the manor. “Follow me. There’s a hot spring in which we will wash and the females will tend to our requirements such as drink, food and smoke,” the prince smirked as he lowered his lithe form into a clear pool from which steam rose. The others followed, however, there were several shrieks of “It’s hot!” as the mutated half Saiya-jin lowered themselves into the water. “It’s not called a hot spring for nothing, brat. Mineron fuels the spring. Cast a look down stream and you’ll see the lava flowing. Now, everyone get used to the hottest water you’ll never feel on Earth! Good, now, about you and Bardock in the situation K-san and I had just been in?” the prince asked the king as the females appeared carrying glasses that they had filled with drink and passed them out to the guests. After receiving his drink, the king leaned back onto his mate’s chest, drink in one hand, Bardock’s Pilzara tail in the other and twined it through royal digits. “We had been on a mission and the enemy had called a cease battle for observation reasons. I called mi amour to my tent then we flew to find a more secluded place. It was a cave much like this and we were very heavy into our passion. Our bodies exploded, we shared our memories, calmed down but found we could not move! My legs had locked, Bardock’s knees had locked, we were afraid we’d be discovered like that, so we fell asleep in that position. When we awoke, we were separated but after that we made sure your mothers were somewhere in the vicinity to aid us,” the king snickered then laughed at the shocked look on his son and Kakarrot’s faces. “Mommarissa and Onya would be present?” the prince gasped having not even taken a drink. “Don’t get your tail in a kink, boy, we were lovers before we mated with your mothers. The only reason we mated was to cover our trail. As beautiful as your mother is, I only laid with her twice. She never minded and neither did Onya. We came out of hiding only after the old king had been killed,” Vegeta Ou explained as he sipped his drink. “Mmmm, what vintage is this? It’s not ambrion, too smooth,” the king remarked. “It is ambrion with miniva juice and Vincentian venom in a light dose mixed together. Just right for a coze such as this,” Vegeta Ouji smiled as he leaned back against his mate, looked up into his eyes then ran a finger over Kakarrot’s right pectoral, causing the large Saiyan to shudder. Just then the females appeared bearing large platters laden with succulent looking morsels. The females set the platters between the couples and the upper most partners lifted a morsel to feed to his partner. The prince nodded then thanked the servant and dismissed her with a flick of his royal wrist, which Kakarrot took hold of and nipped the sensitive flesh. The prince growled but smirked at the same time. ‘Later, mi koi,’ Vegeta said through the link as he tore off a pterodactyl leg and held it for K-san to feast upon along with the prince himself. “Oujimi, about those hideous looking females? You said they were related to the Amazonians?” the king asked. “Yes, Ou- an. I was sent to Amazonia to clear it for development where I met Princess Amaza and Queen Amazanna. They told me that they had females who were not so pleasant to look upon and she had no idea what to do with them. I was in need of servants for this place and had weak warriors who just could not gather the energy to ascend to SSJ. We traded. She gave me the females who no man in his right mind would ever want to bed and I gave her the weak Saiya-jin We’re allies,” the prince smiled as he continued to feast from his mate’s hand and vice versa, as did the others. “Oh, Vegeta-san, this is so luscious. It gets me all…” “Not here, Goten. Bathe then take Trageta to your chamber,” Vegeta Ouji dismissed the young demi Saiyan as he took up a bar of soap and began to rub it on his arms but the action was halted when Kakarrot grabbed the prince’s hand, took the soap and continued to wash his prince. Other couples followed and washed their mates except Piccolo who had managed to find a stream with cooler water as his people could not stand extreme heat like the Saiya-jin. While the couples bathed one another, they broke into conversation amongst themselves and about the visions they had shared with their mates. Following the washing, the couples polished off their meals, then took the towels the servant girls held for them. The larger, taller partners exited the spring first, dried off then took a second towel and wrapped the slighter, shorter partner within its thickness then dried them off. Once the partners were dried, they dressed in togas, slipped on thongs then the prince handed capsules to other Saiyan couples not of the royal house explaining that only those of the House of Vegeta and their mates and relations were to sleep in the manor. Once instruction had been given on how to release the capsule houses, the prince wrapped his tail around Kakarrot, bade the others good night then the two walked into the house. “Ouji, before you turn in, I must discuss the next phase of the bonding process with you youngsters,” the king nodded and the Ouji responded. “It is meant for royals alone,” the king said then waved the two away.
Vegeta had exited the wash just before Kakarrot had reclosed the closet door. He knew he should be upset at his mate for discovering his secret and violating his privacy but it would not have been right. As bonded mates there were to be no hidden secrets and what Kakarrot had just discovered had to be explained. Stepping from the bath, the prince slid onto the bed, eased his tail around his large mate and nipped and kissed up the latter’s broad back. Feeling the prince’s chi, and the sensations along his back, Kakarrot jumped off the bed and turned startled eyes to the prince. “Why? What the hell are those clothes doing in your closet? You’re a male for creation’s sake!” Kakarrot’s fragile emotions shattered and he backed away from his mate. “Koi mi, let me explain,” Vegeta started. “No! I-I-“ with that Kakarrot tore from the room and left the prince staring at empty space. Kakarrot sped through the manor until he was outside where he collapsed on his knees by the hot spring. His mind was still freaked by what he had seen in his mate’s wardrobe. How? How could he have been so stupid? He had to do something. There was no way he was going to remain mated to a freak. Now he realized just what his ex-wife and friends were trying to tell him about Vegeta Ouji. He had to get away, he had to leave and never look back and pray that Chi-Chi could find it in her heart to take him back. Vegeta Ou, Bardock, Trageta, Goten, and the other royals had felt Kakarrot fly passed them. They looked at one another. Without a single word they all took off in two distinct directions. Bardock, Raditz, Vegetzu and Goten went to check on Kakarrotto. The Ou, Trageta, Rageta, and Kale went to check on the prince. Bardock and the boys went out to the hot spring where they found the distraught Kakarrot bent over the spring bank, his body shaking and loud sobs escaping him. They went to investigate. “What is this, the strongest of our people in tears? How pathetic can you be? What gives, little brother?” Raditz spat in his tactical manner. Bardock knelt beside his stricken son, embraced the younger Saiyan who began to struggle but Bardock would have no argument and yanked on his son’s sensitive tail. “What is the meaning of this out burst?” Bardock hissed. Kakarrot howled in pain, stopped his struggles and looked at the male members of his family. “Outusan!” the younger Saiyan collapsed into his dad’s arms. “Whatever it is it must have cut him deep when he can’t answer. I’ll see,” Goten said and put a hand on his dad’s head to read his thoughts. The younger man’s mouth dropped open then he smirked. That smirk turned into a smile and then a laugh. “What’s funny, grand chibi?” Bardock scowled. Goten took a hand and placed it on Bardock’s shoulder to share the vision and Raditz and his son moved to put a hand on his dad to also take a peak. They all broke into uncontrolled laughter. Raditz recovered first. “Is that all? And I bet you’re thinking of severing your bond because of it?” the larger Saiyan roared, took his brother by his throat collar and pinned him to the ground. “I don’t know whether to kill you or just pound some sense into you! It’s not strange especially for a slave to Frieza. Oh, but I forgot, you were raised on that mud ball where same gender relationships are taboo. You’d better recover your Saiyan senses and in a hurry or I’ll reclaim my place at his side and we’ll take Roma and raise her ourselves,” Raditz spat. Kakarrot’s eyes widened. “No, I won’t let you take my baby! I birthed her!” Kakarrot spat back. “You’d better drop these petty prejudices and act like a Saiyan! Ok, so he held back one little secret but only because he probably thought you would not be able to handle it until he felt you were ready to accept it. Go apologize. His highness would be devastated to know the one who is supposed to be the strongest is weaker than he was at birth,” Bardock hissed. While Bardock, Raditz and his grand sons tried to calm the strongest warrior the Saiyan race had ever known in many millennia, the king, his youngest son and grand sons went in search of the temperamental Ouji, who was relatively easy to find. He had gone into a gravity chamber in the basement of the manor, which was the one place where the prince could lose himself and fight with his inner turmoil and plagues. He also worked off his anger, frustration or just trained. The prince was in the chamber with the gravity set to 400x Minerva’s natural 200 gravity. This meant he was at 800x-gravity altogether and he needed such heaviness to stop the emotional storm that threatened to rage that he felt from his mate. Vegeta Ouji had been in the middle of executing an aerial spin kick when the gravity suddenly decreased and he slammed down to the padded floor with a loud thump. He slowly rose to his feet and growled and looked around for the fool who would dare disrupt his training/thinking time. The prince noted the faces of his sons then he saw the scowling face of the Ou and he bowed. “Ou-san, how may I be of service?” he asked the king who snorted. “You withheld a secret from your mate, why” the king said in a flat voice. “It was necessary. If he’d have seen it, I wouldn’t have anything to surprise him with,” the prince remarked as he tossed his hair from his face. “He shouldn’t have been so shocked. He’s met her before! She’s the reason he left his wife. She’s the reason he’d come to this planet with me. I felt that I was losing him at one time so I resorted to a plan of desperation. He probably thinks that I’m a freak and that his Earth friends were correct in their presumptions of me being weird. If I had of shared that memory and let him see who she really was…” Vegeta Ouji trailed off and drew in on himself to hold back his own emotions. “You don’t know this but that is exactly what I wanted to discuss with you boys tonight and it’s a part of the royal Saiyan bonding act. I’ve dressed femme for Bardock and vice versa when we were young warriors at the training center. We hid our love so well that if your mother and Kakarrot’s hadn’t of been related they never would have known about us. I think Bardock had the most fun being femme. It was the only time his king bowed to him. Now, it’s nothing for me to take him. It was a decent, noble way to go about until Frieza took it and perverted it, but enough of that. You have to win back your mate as femme to make all things complete. How will you go about it?” the Ou stared down at his son, arms crossed as his son often stood. “Well, he met her on this planet after he and the hell cat had had a grueling fight and she almost killed him. I had come up here to rest from a blast mission then and I had seen K-san about the palace. I didn’t want him to know I was on planet, so I created ‘Velmora’, my cousin on mom’s side. She’s what I would be, if I had been an Oujo. She’s drop dead gorgeous, brilliant, witty, elegant, posh, arrogant, snobbish and as feminine as I am masculine. She makes the Amazons want to kill her and the female Saiya-jin wish they had been born male. She’s in total devoted love to one large former third class Saiyan warrior. Don’t wait up for us,” the prince’s voice trilled as he left his male family in the gravity chamber and flew back to his room. Kakarrot sat with his family when, ‘Kakarrot, can you hear me? It’s an old friend of yours. I’m on planet for a time and I’d love to see you, koi,’ a sensuous voice purred in a sing song manner into the large Saiyan’s mind link. Kakarrot looked up and around for the source but only found his family. ‘I’m not out there, baka. Change into something dressy and chic then go to the common room in the palace. I’ll be waiting,’ the voice whispered enticingly and Kakarrot got to his feet to go follow what the voice had requested. ‘Goten, can you hear me, love, I hope so. Listen, my dad has a plan to get your dad back and I’d like to watch. Are you game?’ Trageta asked through his link with Goten who replied that he would then he left the area to find his mate who was waiting for him in their shared room. “Trageta, you haven’t dressed femme since my prom, I like it! You look delicious,” Goten made a biting action with his mouth. “Later, koi, right now we need to make sure your dad goes to the common room to meet my dad. Your dad can be so stubborn at times, especially if he feel he’s been wronged. Grand sire Vegeta’s going femme as well,” Trageta smirked. “He can’t go femme, he has facial hair!” Goten remarked. “Ever hear of shaving it all off, boys?” a soft husky voice spoke, startling the boys. “Grand tousan?! Wow! You are…C’mon, let’s go watch the show,” Trageta turned to leave but Goten held out his arm to escort his mate out of the room, followed by the king and Bardock. In his room, and as he washed, Kakarrot puzzled over who had spoken to him via a mind link. It wasn’t the prince as the larger Saiyan had closed off that link. It hadn’t been any of the kids as they had their own mates. Chi-Chi was history and the other Z-Sensi had no reason to mind link with him. Expelling a heavy breath, K-san stepped from the shower, chi dried his body then began to dress in a business casual suit of black dress jeans, Hessian styled black boots, a tan silk shirt and a black mid length jacket. Raking his wild spikes to some array, the large Saiyan left the manor and I-Ted to some place near the common area in the palace where he had sensed Gohan’s chi. Gohan was present with Piccolo. “Hey, what are you doing here?” K-san asked his eldest. “Hey, dad. We wanted a change of scenery. Say who’s that with Goten? He’s supposed to be with Trageta? And look, who’s that with grand sire? They’re gorgeous! Excuse me, but I have got to find out what’s going on,” Gohan nodded to his dad and mate then made his way over to his little brother and grand dad. “Goten did you and Trageta have a fight already?” the elder mutant half breed asked when he neared the couples. “Nothing of a sort. Gohan, meet Trunkina, Trageta’s femme alter ego,” Goten introduced his disguised mate. Gohan took one look at Trageta and collapsed. Piccolo caught his mate before he hit the ground. “Poor boy, couldn’t handle it. Well, the royal bonding ceremony’s not for everyone. I think he’s had enough for one night. You’d better take him home, green man, and put him to bed,” a lilting voice purred from above Piccolo. The Namek turned and fought a gasp. Black eyes met black eyes but Piccolo was unsure as to whom it was he was facing. “V-“ four delicate fingers were pressed to his lips as the figure silenced him. “Shh, you’ll ruin my surprise. Go, take him home,” the vision nodded and straightened from leaning over Piccolo. Gasps echoed the room, which was crowded with people, as a vision cut through the crowd. Mouths dropped to the floor as men and women stared at the passing figure. As the vision passed not more than one person reached out to touch ‘her’, yes it was a femme. The offender would draw back an injured appendage as the vision slapped it away and none too gently. Deep black pools of liquid were fixed on a figure at the buffet. The approaching figure floated effortlessly toward its goal then, upon reaching the buffet, reached over into the other’s plate and lifted a morsel. “Hey, get-!” that was all he could voice as he stared at the one who dared to touch his food. The being could only stare open mouthed as a strawberry was bitten seductively by a set of teeth so white they could blind any who look directly at them. The plate dipped but quick small hands grabbed it before it could become a mess. “You would have made a mess if I hadn’t caught it. Shall we take a stroll around the garden?” the smaller being asked. Yes, the being was smaller and shorter than Kakarrot despite the near four inch heeled clear colored open toed slides the figure wore. Kakarrot’s mind was in a daze. His eyes were glued on a glorious blue clad backside that swayed like a tree in a gentle breeze and his nose followed both the aroma of the food the figure held in its small hands and the spicy floral scent of the femme ‘herself‘. The figure lifted a hand to slid open a door when the larger of the two sobered, crossed her with his arm and slid the door open. Looking up at the tall Saiyan, the small one winked then exited through the door, K-san in a dazed pursuit. “M-m-may I h-h-have my plate back p-p-please?” the big Saiyan panted as he fell onto a garden seat just out side the room, his legs had turned to jelly at the sight before him that wore a blue satin colored short scoop backed dress. Her thick tail swaying seductively behind her and her dark eyes danced with wicked merriment. Wait a second, tail? Thick! Recovering, Kakarrot boldly surveyed the tantalizing vision before him, his heartbeat wildly in his chest and his throat closed up. She was an incredible beauty! Long diamond cascade earrings dangled from small pointed ears. A matching collar encircled her slender throat and the tight A-lined dress hugger her form in such a way as to make Kakarrot jealous of the material. Her deep mahogany copper hair spiked liked a flame and trailed down her back to just above her tail, her small muscular compact body begged to be touched as she swayed it hypnotically to and fro. Looking downward and beginning with high-heeled clad perfectly formed small feet, Kakarrot’s eyes traveled upward. For a femme, she was built like an Amazon but the tail said that she was a Saiyan and the large Saiyan nearly bit himself in half so that he would not reach out to her. His gaze traveled to her slim waist then finally to her well-endowed chest area where there were no femme globes but…Well, he wouldn’t ponder that now so he turned his face back to the plate the femme still held in her small, half-inch long finger nailed hands. The femme’s face was that of a goddess incarnate and held both mischief and seduction and resembled the Saiyan prince so closely that if Vegeta had an identical twin, she would have been it. Her lips were tilted in a smirk identical the prince’s and Kakarrot had the strangest feeling of déjà vu as if he knew this vision from somewhere but he could not place where. “You can have it back on one condition, that you allow me to feed you,” the femme snickered throatily. Kakarrot sobered at that request and shook his head. “No, I shouldn’t even be here with you! What if my mate-” “What that human harpy you had been with? You told me the last time that we had been together that that situation was history. Am I…incorrect?” the femme asked, as she set Kakarrot’s plate on a table and leaned sensuously over it and into the large Saiyan’s face as she lifted one hand and caressed Kakarrot’s rounded angular face. K-san swallowed hard. “She and I are over and I am mate to the Prince of Saiya-jin. He’d kill me for just looking at you!” “He’s not here, so why so afraid?” the minx leaned closer to K-san who backed away. “His sons, our daughter, our Outusans and my sons, for creation’s sake! They would tell him that they had seen me with an angel then he’d kill me then go hunting for you,” the large Saiyan began to lose his emotion. “One cannot be jealous of themselves, mi koi,” the femme spoke sounding nearly like the prince but had recovered in time. “I can assure you, koi, that he wouldn’t hurt you or me. Even if you give in to your wild desires, throw me over the table and screw me senseless!” the femme moved around to the back of Kakarrot’s seat, ‘her’ thick tail caressed Kakarrot across his face and under his nose. His mind stop as a very familiar scent hit his brain. The large Saiyan turned sharply to look at the femme. “Velmora? I didn’t recognize you, love! I didn’t sense you on planet?” ‘Velmora’ (Vegeta incognito) looked down at the mighty warrior and caressed his face with her fingers as she had done with her tail and leaned over to kiss him full in the mouth. “I’m glad you remembered, love. When you’re done with your snack, I’ll be waiting,” she winked, leaned back from the kiss and turned to move away. Kakarrot stood and grabbed hold of Velmora and locked ‘her’ in a tight embrace then he searched ‘her’ eyes and smiled at what he saw there. “I had a feeling it was you! You can stop pretending now, mi koi,” the large Saiyan’s smile didn’t fade. “I never could fool you, could I? Why did you freak when you saw my attire in the wardrobe?” the now discovered Vegeta looked back at his koi but did not fight for release, only slid his arms around Kakarrot’s neck to tighten the hug. “I forgot. Since we’ve gotten together there’s been no need of me coming to see your cousine, Velmora. I had ‘her’ the whole time!” Kakarrot grit his teeth, took hold of his femme attired love and lifted him off the ground. “Kakarrot! You baka! Are you still thinking about severing the bond?” the prince asked sadly, as they flew away from prying eyes. Kakarrot bent his head and took hold of the Ouji’s lips in a strong kiss. “That was stupid of me. Am I forgiven, Ouji-san?” “Only if you forgive me for not telling you about my alter ego?” Vegeta smiled up at his warrior/mate. “You got it, love! Now, where can I take ‘Miss Velmora’ and have my way with ‘her’?” the big Saiyan scanned the ground for a good landing spot. The disguised Ouji thought then smirked. “What say we go dancing? We’ll tell the boys and our Outusans to meet us in Carthagia at Hermes’ Haven. Goten and Trageta both know where it is,” the prince nodded, wrapped his arms around his mate and focused on the link they shared with their sons and male parents. The couple relayed the message to meet at the club then with a burst of power Kakarrot continued the flight. The large Saiyan landed outside the club and gently set his mate on the ground, wrapping his tail about the slender waist so that Vegeta could get his balance. “It’s a good thing I have my wardrobe specially made or I’d be dead by now,” the Ouji complained then shook his head and lifted a hand to caress the side of his mate’s face. “Are you disappointed?” he cooed, his voice a whisper. Kakarrot melted and shook his head of ebony. “How could I be, love? I love you, and it doesn’t matter what the look is on the outside but what finally came from within to shine without. As long as he loves all my shortcomings and me and is patient to deal with my change over, I can do the same for him, mi Ouji-o,” Kakarrot bent and took his lover’s lips in his for a strong passionate kiss. “All right, you two, enough of that. Time to party. I can’t get over how you look, Ouji mi! You wear femme well. Not many homme Saiya-jin can wear such a look and still remain themselves,” the Ou commented, he himself looking like he had just stepped from a Minervian fashion magazine. The king’s attire was a deep purple loose fitting mid length dress and white boots and gloves. He wore no jewelry like his heir and looked more like a femme bodybuilder. His hair only reached his shoulders as sometime ago, his heir apparent had wished for all Saiya-jin to have the ability to grow their hair and for those Saiya-jin who had lost it to regain their tails. Nonetheless, attention shifted to Trageta who, like his dad was decked out. The younger Saiyan was indeed built like a femme with male attributes and wore a tight fitting plum colored short dress like the prince; lavender spiked heels that matched his hair, amethyst drop earrings and a jeweled collar around his neck. Raditz, Kale, Rageta and Vegetzu had taken Ceraina’s brothers as their mates and two of those four boys were also in femme attire as to suit their taste. “What’re the collars for, boys?” Bardock asked noting that all the younger femmes sported jeweled collars. “To hide that appendage all male beings are born with. Can’t wear short femme dresses and skirts with a flag waving in the wind. Not all of us like long skirts,” Goten replied with a grimace as he hugged Trunkina. “Remember when we cloaked ourselves to avoid detection while out in space on that mission? Well, the Minervians invented ways to cloak certain parts of the body as well as the whole being. Small wires are attached to a ring that fits over the appendage. The wristbands that look like jeweled bracelets activate the device. Electrical pulses are also sent to the area to keep it flaccid and mobile. Well, shall we proceed?” the prince waved an elegant hand toward the entrance, turned in his mate’s embrace then led the others up to the entry doors. On Planet Minerva, the golden Saiya-jin were not surprised to see either Kakarrot or Goten with the drop-dead gorgeous lovelies by their sides or to see the Ouji and his son in femme attire. The guard at the door bowed then smiled when the group introduced Bardock, Vugenna (King Vegeta’s femme alter ego) and the other couples to him. Once inside, a golden haired host bowed then led them to the prince’s private table and seated his guests. “Welcome, welcome, royals, I am Apollo and I will be your server. May I serve you drink?” another golden haired Saiyan bowed. The host staff was comprised of all second class golden Saiya-jin who doted on the royals every desire as far as food and drink were concerned. Many members of those classes acted more femme than the ones the Saiya-jin had encountered on Earth. “Yes, Apollo, bring us ten bottles of ambresia (a light fruity version of ambrosia) and dump out the kitchen,” Kakarrot smirked just like his prince. Hermes Haven was a nightclub that catered to high society, meaning royal and elite. Any other race or being had to be invited, or had to be given permission from the crown to even sit on the front steps. The décor was ancient Grecian battle as the prince had found that particular style of art work to his liking, thus he blended it with Saiya- jin art and the effect was breath taking. The lighting was not over bright but not very dark as to give a romantic setting but it did allow for comfort. The booths and seating were burgundy satin covered and matching tablecloths covered the tables with lace overlay and plastic over top for protection. The prince had spared no expense on the construction of the edifice but then, working with the construction company he had it deducted form his wages-like he’d miss the paltry 10 billion minervy (Minervian currency equivalent to 2.5 million Earth zenny.) The music in the club was Saiyan and kept at a soft level as even golden Saiyan hearing was as fine tuned and ultra sensitive a the dark haired Saiyans. The dance floor was as large as two Earth football fields and could hold many hundred people comfortably as they danced. The couples looked around and noted the club was quite full with elites, first class and a few royals. Kakarrot balked and his mouth fell open in surprise. He turned to his mate. “Koi, can you feel that?” he asked and Vegeta turned his head then drew in a deep breath. “How the hell did those weaklings get in here?
Oh, I see. Leave it to my golden Oujo to accommodate such fools. I
swear…” the prince let the thought die. The action was rewarded with a yip and a low playful growl. “You’ll pay for that. It’s a good thing I’m sheathed or we’ll have major trouble. Let’s go koi. Anyone else wanna join us before dinner arrives?” the prince asked as Kakarrot slid from the seat, held his hand to assist his mate out then the two headed for the dance floor. Several other couples got up to follow the prince and his mate to the floor where the two mighty Saiya-jin had sensed familiar energy levels. Upon nearing the dance floor, the two were rewarded with the sight of the owners of the chiis they had sensed. Kakarrot had an arm wrapped around his love’s trim waist and after finding a spot, swung ‘her’ into an embrace and began to move to the slow music as it played. The other dark Saiyan couples did likewise. “Hey, guys isn’t that Goten and there, isn’t that Goku or whatever his name is?” a voice questioned to a group that danced together close on the floor. There were eight in the group. Seven were the aliens on the planet. They all looked to see what their friend was talking about. Surprised gasps emitted from all but one of the beings and one of the couples, which was composed of a black haired man and a blue haired woman stopped moving entirely to gawk at the new arrivals. “I-I thought Goten was supposed to be with my son, Trunks? And Goku was supposed to be with the pygmy? What’s going on and where did those females come from?” the blue haired one shrieked. “Man, what visions! I must get a closer look,” the tall black haired man smiled. “It’s a good thing Master Roshi’s not here or he’d be dead from lust,” a short black haired man snickered as he stood with a tall Amazon like blonde vision. “God, look at how her clothes fit her! I wish I looked that good,” the blue haired one snarled as she suddenly felt under dressed in her clingy ‘V’ necked green mini dress and three inch platform heeled black sandals. “Well, we cannot all be Amazons, can we?” a golden longhaired female with a French accent said with a giggle.
“They’re looking at us, koi,” the larger Saiyan snickered. “Probably wondering where you found such a vision when you’re supposed to be mated to the Saiyan prince. Just tell them his cousine’s on planet, he got called away and left instruction for her to keep you company,” Vegeta sighed then inhaled his mate’s spicy musk scent into his being. “It’s a good thing I’m numb or I wouldn’t be able to pull off this charade without getting funny looks,” the prince quipped. “Hey, Goku or whatever, who’s your friend?” a voice sounded from the side of the couple. Kakarrot looked down his nose at the intruder, as did his mate. “None of your business, Yamcha,” the large Saiyan replied in a snobbish tone. “Goku, he just asked a question!” the blue haired female snapped. “Then he should have asked me. I’m Vegeta’s cousine, Velmora, on the queen’s side. The prince was called away just after he met me and told me he and this gorgeous Saiyan were mates. Before he left, he asked that I take good care of what was his and I intend to do just that,” Vegeta purred as he looked up at his mate with blazing black eyes that were loaded with promise and desire. “V-Vegeta’s cousine? And he told you to take care of what was his? Wouldn’t Goku be cheating on his mate?” Bulma’s mouth hung to the floor. “Not when it’s from either partner’s family and being the Saiya-jin Oujo, I can have anyone I want and this one belongs to me. Who do you think stole him from that hellcat on two legs some time ago? I was the reason he’d come to this planet with Vegeta. Now, if you don’t mind, you’re crowding our dance space,” Vegeta turned his head to dismiss the other couple as insignificant. “Yeah, you’re Vegeta’s cousine all right, arrogant and snobbish!” Bulma fumed as she turned to leave. “Come on, Yamcha,” she ordered and pulled the dark haired weaker Z warrior with her. “That went well, my prince. Mmmm, I could hold
you all night,” Kakarrot inhaled his mate’s floral spicy
scent. “You are the only one I “I’ve worked hard on perfecting that,” the prince smiled and caressed his mate’s even, chiseled face. “Hey, love birds. I saw that female over here. What did she want?” Trageta’s deep seductive voice sounded. “What do you think? I’m surprised they didn’t see the two of you and pump you for info,” Kakarrot shrugged and resumed dancing with his mate. The dance ended then a voice sounded through the club. “Mesdames et monsieurs, ladies and gentlemen, I have just been told that our favorite Oujo is gracing our fine establishment with her magnifique presence. She has not been on planet for sometime. Please welcome Oujo Velmora Vegeta, Ouji Vegeta’s cousine!” the voice announced and all eyes focused on Kakarrot and the prince, who had to steel his anger at being put on the spot. “My people desire their celebrity, koi. Can you bare to share me for a little time?” Vegeta purred and his mate nodded then led him to the stage and assisted him up. The prince gingerly stepped onto the stage, glided to the microphone where the Maitre D had announced his femme presence to the crowd and gave a smirk. ‘Titan, remind me to kill you for this at my earliest convenience,’ the prince issued the mental threat knowing full well he would do no such thing but satisfaction was gained at seeing the man pale and nearly faint. The royal then turned to face the crowd, no trace of stage fright from the earlier concert. Vegeta greeted the crowd in the higher pitched lilt of his natural voice. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this. Leave it to me to honeymoon on the very planet where my cousin, Vegeta and I are household names. Well, my mate understands,” Vegeta caught Kakarrot’s shining black eyes, smiled and winked at the larger Saiyan. “I guess you’d all like me to sing or something, correct? If my back up band would kindly join me and you all allow me to slip into something more fitting, we’ll get the show on the road,” the prince smirked and sent a telepathic message to his sons and brothers who immediately left the dance floor. After joining the glorious vision on stage, the boys took up instruments and began playing once quiet ensued in the club. Vegeta teleported from the stage in an eyeblink only to reappear wearing his signature white boots. Pretending to be ‘Velmora’, Vegeta had no trouble performing in public. His ‘Oujo’ form was a lot less restrictive and inhibited than he himself was. Although she was as vain and arrogant as any royal was, she was more pliant, open and fun. The prince was thankful that she had invaded his life so many years ago. She helped him deal with the things he was unable to as a male, such as his more sensitive emotions, wearing attire no rational male would be caught dead in and the ability to handle when Frieza wanted sick perverted entertainment. Velmora also helped him to accept his inborn gentler emotions such as his love for his family, all of his offspring and especially his deep fathomless love for Kakarrot. Yes, Velmora had been with the prince since his Frieza days but no one except Raditz had known of her existence as part of Vegeta’s make up. She had been an actual relative who had been killed in a battle but was sent back to the life plane as a guardian to one of her relations. She was the eldest daughter of Sunrissa’s baby sister, Kava and had watched events unfold in the young prince’s life but did not interfere until one night after a grueling punishment from Frieza. Vegeta, ever the proud Saiyan, had just gotten out of a healing tank and lie on his bed silently crying when he fell asleep. ‘What ails you, my prince?’ a voice asked from beyond nature. Startled into twilight sleep, the prince asked, ’W-who speaks?’ ‘My name is Velmora, my prince, and I have been watching you since the first day you were brought on board. You are quite a beauty, if I do say so myself,’ the voice spoke and giggled. ‘Great, I must be crazy,’ the prince sighed. ‘No, Ichimi, you are not. I am dead but I have been sent to do one more good mission before I can transcend completely. I am to be with one of my living relatives until the day that they cease to live. Vegetasei is no more and you’re the only member of the royal house that King Yemma was able to locate. I will protect you, make you stronger and help you to handle things you would otherwise not be able to as a male,’ Velmora had told the prince. Vegeta sat open mouthed. “H-how will you do those things when I can barely protect myself?’ ‘I will live through you. I have seen your future and it is not this. You escape this and you valiantly battle against that which holds you hostage, but sadly you do not win and must entrust the task to another. Frieza will kill you but you will tell this other, he is a Saiyan, about what Frieza has done to our people. How he destroyed our people and our world,’ Velmora’s voice held a hint of sadness. ‘Another Saiyan? Raditz, Nappa and I are the only ones left and Frieza will chew Raditz up the spit him in my face to punish me for loving him,’ the prince shook his head. ‘You do not love Raditz, with your heart, anyway. You love him as a mate but you have no real bond with him. This other Saiyan you will meet him on a backwater planet that you will try to conquer but not for what you have been trained. You will fight this Saiyan but I have not come to tell you this because if you knew, all the details, your pride would demand you change it. That cannot happen,’ Velmora told her cousin. ‘Then why have you been sent?’ the prince spat. ‘Frieza desires that his male slaves wear garments that are unbecoming to their gender. Knowing you, you will try to fight him as you usually do and he will brutally punish you,’ the spirit explained. ‘What else is new, he does that anyway. Wait, are you saying then that he desires that we dress in female clothing?! That is an outrage to me! The no Ouji dresses in nothing less than royal Saiya-jin attire,’ the prince replied. ‘I can save both your pride and your honor. Allow me to share your body and whenever such situations occur I will take over. Besides, it would add spice to your next mating with Raditz,’ Velmora smirked in a very Vegeta like manner. The prince considered her request, found that it made sense then closed his eyes to accept her into his being. From that day forward, she became his companion of sorts and kept him company whenever Frieza would keep him from purge missions that Raditz and Nappa had been sent on. Nonetheless, the music began and the prince closed his eyes to feel the music then, with an explosion, both the music and the prince exploded into wild and frenzied action. While his mate was yet entertaining, Kakarrot stole the moment to leave the area and venture to a gift shop he knew was open so late at night. Well, on Planet Minerva, sleep was only when needed, optional or none at all. No one really slept on the planet, as even the golden Saiyans possessed the high charge energy of their darker relatives. Nonetheless, Kakarrot entered the establishment- they had gone to the Carthagia Plantation; the planet’s shopping plaza- and a smiling golden haired clerk greeted him. “Bonsoir, Lord Kakarrot! Here to buy a gift for the Ouji-san, no?” the young clerk asked as he glanced up briefly from watching the prince’s show on a monitor. On the planet, cameras abounded with many being no bigger than fleas. The cameras observed everything that went on about the planet, which was what enabled the entire populace to partake in the moon phase bonding ceremony but only up to the point of coupling, then selective camera were relocated to give privacy to the occupied couple. Nonetheless, Kakarrot looked over the merchandise as he replied, “I am that, Aegeus.” As Kakarrot perused the shop, his face lit like a child at Christmas when he spotted a large stuffed puppet made in the image of the Saiyan Prince, his love, lover and mate. The puppet wore the prince’s usual blue spandex and armor and had the classic Vegeta smirk on its handsome face that made the smaller Saiyan look so hot. Kakarrot lifted the puppet from its seat then found a large bouquet of berrycynths and heather roses and took them to the counter after he had found a bonding card for his mate. Along with the other things Kakarrot purchased, he also purchased an extra large heart shaped box of candy for his sweet prince. A wicked smile appeared on the warrior’s face and he shuddered. Oh, he’d have a great time eating those morsels. Shaking his head against his thoughts, Kakarrot completed the purchase, teleported to his mate’s bedchamber in the palace and set to work on a surprise for his love. Ceraina had fallen ill suddenly and had to be taken to medical for tests. The tests revealed a mass in the young female that seemed to be traveling through out her body and attacking her organs. This caused the decision to remover her baby six months early to be made, however, when the infant had been removed; a sight so hideous and deformed met the eyes of those gathered and could have turned Kakarrot’s strong stomach. Whatever was inside Ceraina had traversed to the birth canal and began to feed on the infant. The babe was dead within her. The mood in the room was solemn but the females tried to lighten the situation by watching the show being broadcast from the club. “Poppa! Momma, that’s poppa on the screen!” one of the infant’s exclaimed pointing to the image of a gorgeous femme creature prancing, twirling and cart wheeling over the stage. ‘She’ was graceful as a cat and made love to the audience as well as the microphone into which ‘her’ dulcet voice poured. The voice was that of a siren that could have easily manipulated Ulysses to sail off the edge of the known world willingly. Ceraina glanced at the monitor. “That’s a femme, my son, not your poppa,” the young girl wheezed as she struggled for breath. “But she looks near enough like him to be his twin sister.” Sunrissa, who had been feeding Roma, looked up at the video. “He’s right, that is my son, his dad. The men must be on the royal bonding ceremony phase, now, or none of them would be femme. Look, Rainami, there’re your brothers in femme sitting beside Raditz, Kale and my two eldest grandsons. They look nice. Onya mi, look, the king dressed femme. Man. Would I love to take a turn with him,” the queen smirked as did Onya. Just then a scream emitted from the entry of the medical room and all eyes turned to see a figure crumpling to the ground. Teresahan, who had been playing dolls with Cilvanti and Pan (yes, little Saiyan girls played with dolls as well), left her playmates to catch the falling figure. Teresahan brought the figure into the room and those gathered gasped in surprise. “Momma!” Sunrissa exclaimed and handed her bundle to Kakarrot’s sister, Garliqua. The queen then moved to assist her mother. “Momma, wake up!” the queen tapped her mother’s face. Irisanna began to stir and slowly sat up with a shake of her head. “Ungh, what happened? For a moment there I thought I saw, Velmora, Kava’s daughter,” she said in a near whisper then she glanced at the screen of the monitor. Her mouth hung open in surprise. “No, no, it can’t be, she’s dead with her mother,” the queen’s mother broke down and cried. Sunrissa held her mother to comfort her. Looking back at the monitor, Sunrissa noticed now what her mother had and recognized the femme as her dead niece. “B-but she was killed with Kava in a blast mission and she looks nothing like Kava,” the queen pointed out as she studied the femme. Irisanna regained her composure and looked back at the monitor. Her mouth fell to the floor when a shot of the Ou and Bardock flashed onto the screen. When the camera moved onto Velmora again, the queen’s mother turned to look at her eldest daughter. “Rissa, tell me why you just said that,” she muttered in surprise. “I remember how she looked before she went off on the mission. She was Raditz’s identical twin, as well, and we all know who his sire and birth sire are. Velmora is Bardock and the king’s daughter. Bardock had her,” Sunrissa informed the females present who then all turned to study the features of the femme whose face filled the monitor screen. ~ * ~ |
