After twenty minutes of flight the ship slows and starts to descend, aimed at a high mountain meadow, it lands just short of a tall grove of impenetrable looking vegetation.
The three Saiyan warriors lands lightly beside it.
But instead of immediately stopping the vehicle and emerging, Bulma taxies it forward until it nose nudges into the drooping bows of the ancient fir. ChiChi and Serera climb out and move to either side, they struggle to lift and part two of the branches in front of the flitter.
At a nod from their Prince, Kakarot and Raditz go to assist their mates, still being careful not to come into physical contact with them.
Once the branches are raised high enough, Bulma runs the vehicle forward, secreting it underneath the fir branches. She exits the car and comes out from under the tree. The Saiyans let the branches fall and the vehicle’s presence is completely obscured by it’s branches.
The three Earth women then lead the alien men down a game path that heads towards the escarpment behind the fir grove. Bulma walks up to the rocky cliff face and lifts aside a small boulder, revealing a hidden palm plate inset in the rock face.
She places her right palm on it releasing the lock and activating hydraulics that cause two huge rocks to rumble apart revealing a sliding door that rises open. The women lead the way and the men follow in behind them. As they enter, the lights inside come up, revealing a cavernous area filled with strange computer equipment. Off to one side is a well appointed living area, while the opposite wall has a small kitchen.
“What is this place?” Asks Vegeta, looking about curiously.
“It was a madman’s hidden fortress and lab. After we took it over I was going to convert it into a stronghold for the Blue Ribbon Army’s labs. But it’s had a such bad rep that nobody wanted to use it, so it became my private lab and retreat instead.”
Bulma frowns, “The guy who built it was a real psychopath, heavy into genetic reconstructive biology, but not for doing any good though. All he wanted was personal power.
He even kidnapped a set of teenaged twins and was tinkering with them and their genetics when we caught up to him. It was horrible he was treating them like they were merely experimental animals. We stopped it in just time and rescued them but he did manage to alter them a little though. Now they’re lots faster and stronger than most normal people, but luckily he hadn‘t gotten any further than the initial enhancement phase. They’re still basically human, he had been planning to turn them into nothing but soulless automatons. Jimmy and Jenny are both my legal wards now, they’re staying with my parents, and I couldn’t wish for two better kids.”
Raditz eyes are glowing as he takes in the faculty, *“This would be an ideal set-up for us, there are no outside openings except the entrance, so we could stay inside and avoid the moonlight if we needed to. It’s also easily defendable!”*
“There’s even a rumor circulating that the place is haunted. People who’ve stayed here claim to have heard a deep sonorous voice every once in awhile, but they can’t make out what it’s saying.” Says ChiChi, and she shivers slightly.
“Well, after all this time I still haven’t heard anything like that.” States Bulma.
Kakarot is eyeing the scientific equipment with avarice. *“I could really enjoy working in this place.”*
Bulma puts her hands on her hips, “First things first,” she glances at Kakarot, wrinkling her nose in amusement, “Serera go pull out one of the supply capsules, I do believe are guests could use a bite to eat!”
Kakarot’s head snaps around and a huge grins appears on his face, “FOOD?!” and even Raditz’s face brightens.
Vegeta almost half smiles, even in the grip of his imperative, he too is starting to get a bit peckish himself. But he knows his is nothing like his brother Saiyans must be feeling, they’ve just fought an intense battle and their energy reserves must be starting to get low.
Besides it’s only right, a female preparing food for a male is one of the first steps of Saiyan mating ritual.
The other two females quickly busy themselves in the small kitchen, on the far side of the cavern.
Bulma convinces the three of them to settle down into the comfortable, but slightly too soft for Saiyan taste, furniture grouped around a low table.
Once they are all seated Bulma decides to begin negotiations at once. From what she saw their combat skills these guys could be just exactly what she needs. Their powers are incredible, and if they’ve been fighting Frieza all this time, like they claim, they’ll be familiar with enemy tactics.
“Well now, are we going to be allies or not?” She asks as she looks at each man in turn. “From the way you mopped up that attack squad, I don’t doubt your qualifications.”
Vegeta clears his throat, “We have little choice in the matter. A least until our ships arrive.”
“Your ships? How could they even know where you’re at?” She questions.
“They don’t but we were already coming here when your Shenron or dragon or whatever it was grabbed us.” Says Kakarot.
She lifts an eyebrow quizzically, “But won’t your crews stop and try to find you?”
“They can’t, once a course is locked in the vessel’s trajectory cannot be altered until the destination is reached.” Explains Raditz.
Bulma glances at the Phoen..- no he said his name was Prince Vegeta, and notices as she speaks that he seems to be sweating slightly, “I get it, messing with the orbital path while at interstellar speeds could get you lost forever in deep space.” And she wonders why if he’s the leader, he’s letting the others do most of the talking.
He give a curt nods, pursing his lips.
*“Geta are you alright?”* Asks the youngest Saiyan’s thoughts.
*“I’ve been better, time is growing short.”* Replies the Prince crossly.
She leans back “Okay you’re stuck here but you still haven’t said whether or not you’re gonna help us? I understand from what you’ve already said that you’re pirates, so I figure you won’t just join us for nothing, what can we give you in return for your help?”
Vegeta’s head jerks up, “Are you offering an exchange?”
“Yes.” She nods.
Raditz thought sparks at him,*“My Prince this is your chance.”*
*“I know but I must word it properly.”* Is Vegeta’s shaky thought, *“I don’t want to frighten her.”*
Bulma is watching them, somehow she gets the impression that something else is going on here, she‘s just not sure what. It’s almost as if they’re communicating without words. And she is sensing the tension getting thicker by the moment. It’s in all of them, but especially the leader.
“There is one thing I want,... I need.” He says looking at her so intensely that her heart starts to flutter in her chest. “But I am unsure of how to approach it, of what your peoples customs are in this type of matter.”
‘This is getting almost too weird. Why doesn’t he come out and say what he wants?’ She thinks before saying, “Well all you can do is ask.”
He hesitates then glances at his companions, “My two men need the same thing.”
She notices that they’re both looking longingly over at her companions.
“And if our needs are not fulfilled soon ,” Geta continues, “We cannot be held responsible for what might happen.”
She stiffens, prickling a little and frowns, “Are you making some sort of threat?”
“It is not a threat ..,” says the Black Phoenix heavily, “it is an unavoidable fact. But if our needs are met the danger will be dispelled immediately.”
“Sounds kinda serious, what is it that you need?” She asks leaning back again relaxing casually against her seat.
*“Tell her ‘Geta!”* Prompts Kakarot excitedly.
The Black Phoenix raises his gaze to hers. “We need mates.” His dark eyes look l ike they’re almost glowing.
“WHAT!” She cries jumping up out of her seat, offended. Her thoughts are seething ‘Of all the things they could have asked for,’ She glares at them in annoyance, ‘these guys are just nothing but three horny SOB’s.’
“Please calm down.” Kakarot can see that her emotional reactions are already affecting Vegeta adversely, the Prince’s nails are almost ripping the fabric under his hand.
“Y-you’re asking me to calm down after he asks.., asks ME to go out and pick-up some girls for the three of you to fuc- mate with?” She stares at them in annoyance.
“That’s not what I was asking!” Growls the pirate leader through gritted teeth. He has closed his eyes again and it almost looks to her as if he’s in pain.
She barely registers his answer, “Why don’t you just do it with women of your own species?”
She can almost cut the sudden silence with a knife! Raditz and Kakarot are both shaking their heads sadly. Their leader winces and lowers his head.
“We are unable to.” States Raditz quietly , “For there are none left. We are the last of our kind.”
His brother explains softly, “Because of us, Frieza slaughtered our entire race twenty three years ago, when he destroyed our world.”
“Because of you...?” Suddenly she feels very small, and regrets her outburst, recalling that they had already mentioned their world‘s destruction. How could she have been so thoughtless? After all they’re only here because of her stupid wish.
“But our loneliness has ended, we have found our truemates.” States the older brother as he glances at Serera. “All we want to do now is have permission to claim them.”
She gazes at the three in astonishment. Then glances over at her two unaware lieutenants.
“You want to have sex, mate with the three of us?” she says slowly.
“I-it is more than that.” Says the Phoenix, his eyes are still closed and he seems to be struggling with something. The other two keep splitting their glances between him and the other two women.
*Explain the biology to her.”* Broadcasts Vegeta wearily, the agony of his need is starting to affect him adversely. The adrenal spurts evolved to aid in challenging other males and fighting for the right to mate, are starting to wrack his muscle with severe cramping.
Raditz looks at his Liege Sibling’s truemate. “Truemates just are, they are not ‘chosen’ or picked up, they are found. The psychic link is established at birth, and at the proper time we are each drawn to our Truemate.”
“Ooo-kayyy!??? So what are you getting at?” She asks slightly apprehensively.
“First you have to understand something about us.” Says Kakarot. “We were a warrior race. Our passions are stronger than most, at certain points in our life they can actually rule us. One of those times is when we finally find our truemates. When that happens we are driven to bond. Among our people, truemates come together for life.” He glances over longingly at ChiChi. “When truemates meet for the first time, the bonding process begins immediately. Males start to get the urge to protect the female, because of certain physiological, psychological and psychic processes that begin to occur inside them. Courting and mating quickly follows, and once a male’s mating imperative is aroused he is driven to complete the final process within hours. During this time our territorial and protective instincts are fully awakened and aroused. If the male’s imperative is activated but the mating is thwarted, it becomes extremely painful. Sometimes the pain can actually cause us to lose control and become violent. Once our instincts are fully aroused, we will battle for and defend our truemates, our territory till death.”
Raditz nods, “But when one of the truemates is not of our race the mating can be deferred as long as the imperative has not been activated.” He looks with concern at Vegeta.
“And how is the imperative activated?” Asks Bulma as she unconsciously rubs the a place where Vegeta had gripped her arm when they first appeared.
Vegeta opens his eyes and looks at her, and she realizes that they are glowing!!! He says, “It is activated by physical contact.”
As he regards her she feels almost irresistibly drawn to him. Her heart is racing, she wants to be held by him. She even takes a half-step towards him. His eyes glow brighter at her movement.
With difficulty she pulls her gaze away from his. Only to see the other two regarding her seriously, almost pleadingly.
“What are you trying to tell me?” She can feel Vegeta's eyes boring into her, reaching for her soul. “Has one of you had your imperative activated?” She asks, fearing she already knows the answer.
“Yes.” They say in unison.
“But neither of you have touched anyone.” Not wanting to admit, but already knowing.
“But I have.” Says Vegeta, his voice has a strange huskiness that makes her quiver all the way to her toes.
“Bu-but the only person you’ve had contact with is me.” She whispers, wide-eyed.
“And you are my Truemate!” He replies in an earnest low growl.
“You ..picked.. me! You’ve chosen..., me!?” She collapses back down into her chair in stunned disbelief.
He shakes his head, “There is no picking, no choices, this happened long ago when we were born. I have finally found you, and now I have to.., I need to..,” replies Vegeta his voice heavy with his desire, “mate with you. Tonight!” His eyes glimmering with his hunger.
“It is a great honor,” says Kakarot hurriedly trying to reassure her, “Prince Vegeta is our liege lord, as his Truemate you will become the revered Saiyanna, our princess.”
“I don’t know, are you sure this isn’t a some sort of mistake?” She asks still uncertain.
“It was!” Growls Vegeta, “If I had known you were mine, I would never have touched you. Not until I could have courted you properly. But now it is too late, even now you are also feeling the effects. I can see, it sense it,..” Vegeta’s eyes narrow and his nostrils flare, “even scent it!”
And she knows he’s right, she was attracted to him almost from the beginning, the longer she’s near him the more she wants to be in his arms. When he held her in his arms after the battle she had wanted him to kiss her, she had actually longed for it. And there has been a subtle sensual warmth rising in her belly, ever since that moment. She wants to be in his arms right now.
Then her agile mind catches onto something Kakarot had said. Once mated, these men will become even more territorial and protective. She recalls the Phoenix’s reaction to Yamcha approaching her, right after they almost kissed. And of how all three had escorted, no they had actually been guarding, the air car and a thought suddenly occurs to her.
Would that mean Earth will become their home, their territory if they mated with us? It might mean that we’d secure them as Earth’s permanent defenders if we did! If that were so it would be worth it!
Already sensitized to her, Vegeta can almost feel her emotional turmoil even now. He senses the subtle alteration of her attitude towards them. *“She’s considering it!”* he sends.
“If we did this? Would your need to protect us expand into protecting the Earth?” Asks Bulma.
Kakarot nods, “It would.”
“I need a little while to get used to the idea.” She says, “Do I have time to talk to them?” She gestures towards the other females, “Explain your request and consult with them?”
Kakarot beams, realizing from the implication of her words, her willingness, that she’s going to accept Vegeta and is even going to broach the possibility to the other two. “Yes, but please don’t take too long.” Glancing in concern at the Prince, his leader. Someone who he’s grown up regarding as almost a brother, even though there is no real genetic relationship between them, unlike Raditz. “He’s already struggling with his pain, soon he will start to really suffer.”
Bulma gazes at Prince Vegeta and suddenly understands what she had been sensing. It was his valiant effort to try to give her time. Instead of just taking, he’d been struggling to restrain himself, forced himself to suffer, just to give her a chance to learn and understand. Taking a chance that she might even refuse. Willing to let her make the decision, already enduring and suffering for her sake.
She smiles, inside, ‘Handsome, brave, intelligent and even chivalrous in his own way. And a he’s Prince to boot! I couldn’t have wished for a more perfect man.’
Having already made her own decision, she goes over to try and convince ChiChi and Serera to agree to make the same one.
As Bulma comes closer to her two best friends, she overhears enough to realizes that it may not be that hard to convince them to agree after all.
“..and that Kakarot is so strong and handsome, did you see how he totally blew away those attack ships?” gushes ChiChi with a sigh.
“Raditz wasn’t doing too bad either!” Dimples Serera. “All those muscles, MMM!”
Bulma smiles, “So you’re attracted to them too?”
The other two start, they had been so engrossed in their conversation and food preparations that they’d been unaware of her approach.
The two women look at each other.
“Well, yeah.” Nods ChiChi, with a slight blush.
“I guess so.” Adds Serera, “Why are you asking?”
Bulma smiles slightly, “Well, they’re willing to defend us.”
The two women smile, then start babbling in excitement, “That’s so great!” “Can you imagine the boost this will give to morale!” “We’ll really show those invaders a thing or two now.”
Bulma interrupts their enthusiasm, “But they have requested something rather extraordinary in exchange.” Says their friend and Commander slowly.
“How extraordinary?” Asks ChiChi glancing over at the three men warily, as she suddenly remembering that they are aliens, after all.
“They want to..” Bulma pauses and decides to translate the term, after all it’s the same thing, “get married.”
“Married?” Questions Serera.
Bulma nods, “To us.”
The other two women are thunderstruck.
“Marry..., us!” Squeaks ChiChi.
“Why us? They don’t even know us!” Says Serera , “How can they know they want to marry us!?”
“It’s hard to explain,” says Bulma. “But it seems to have something to do with their biology, and finding us, but they have no doubts. We’re the ones they want and no one else will do.” Bulma blushes, “I will tell you this, as long as you don’t touch them, you’ll have time to get used to the idea. I have to consummate the agreement tonight, with their leader Vegeta.”
Serera glances over at the aliens, “Wha.. what about you and Yamcha?”
“Yamcha, can get over it.” Says Bulma coolly, “It’s not like we’re exclusive, or anything. I know he’s been playing the field all along.” She give the other woman a sharp knowing look, arching her eyebrow at her, Serera colors. “Besides this is an opportunity we can’t ignore. They even have spaceships!”
“Spaceships?” Questions ChiChi.
Bulma nods, “And they‘re on their way here right now!”
Serera says excitedly, “That could break the stalemate, it means we could actually take the battle to our attackers!” She spears a speculative glance towards Raditz. “This is sounding more and more interesting, it could be very well worth it!” She looks at ChiChi, “I say we should go for it, if worse comes to worst we can always divorce them later.”
ChiChi considers it, then asks the burning question, “So who wants who?” As she looks at Kakarot.
Bulma grins, “I think you can guess, it’s pretty obvious don’t you think?”
ChiChi smiles back, “Good.” And nods her agreement.
The timer dings, “Food’s ready.” Comments Serera not realizing that they have just decided to irrevocably change their lives forever.
Bulma smiles, “Then let’s go and feed our men!”
*”How does it look Kakarot?”* inquires Vegeta, his eyes closed once more, as long as he doesn’t look at her bewitching form he has less trouble controlling his desire for her.
*“They’re discussing it and getting excited.”* he pauses. *“ I think she just told the m, they’re looking over here and now they’re talking some more.”*
Vegeta can hear the murmur of their voices, the cadence of hers plucks sensuously at his already taut nerves, causing pangs of desire thrum through them. ‘Wait! Just a little longer! Soon she will be his! But hurry!’
The three, women rejoin them carrying plates filled with food. “Remember be careful, don’t touch the men.” cautions Bulma.
Each woman places a plate in front of her male. Then ChiChi and Serera back away, but Bulma remains close to Vegeta.
No one moves, the Prince even with his eyes still closed, can sense her closeness. Vegeta can actually feel the heat radiating from her body, her scent fills his nostrils.
Even Kakarot is for once distracted from eating, as the three Saiyans wait with bated breath to hear their fate.
“Bulma has explained your request.” States Serera looking at Raditz.
Then ChiChi smiles at Kakarot, saying, “And we’ve decided to do it.”
As Bulma adds. “As a long as you fulfill your part..., to defend both us and Earth as your territory.”
“Agreed!” Vegeta’s eyes snap open, he leaps to his feet and reaches for her. Grasping her he pulls her into his arms. Vegeta buries his face against her neck inhaling her scent as he says the ancient vow, words that will bind them together forever. “I claim you, now you are mine, and no one shall ever take you from me or harm you while I live!”
He raises his head and roars, as it echoes through the cavern, he lowers his gaze to glare ferally at the other two males. Raditz and Kakarot leap to their feet, poised for battle. They growl in response to the Vegetisia’s challenge. It vibrates from deep within their chests as they move to place themselves defensively between Vegeta and their own females.
The Vegetisia glares at them fiercely until they lower their eyes submissively, then kneel to him as the alpha male. Pledging themselves to the newly bonded couple, the Prince roars once more, triumphantly!
The other two males then cry out in joyous homage, “Hail to Prince Vegeta, and hail to his Saiyanna.”
Vegeta glares around fiercely as if seeking any other challengers, then lifts her gently. Placing Bulma over his shoulder, he stalks towards the back of the cavern seeking privacy to claim his mate.
“Kinda primitive, isn’t it?” She asks shakily, from over his shoulder.
“Tradition demands I assert my dominance!” He growls back. “Is there somewhere where we can be secluded?”
Her melodious voice says hesitantly, “My bedroom is down the hall to the right.”
He finds the door and opens it, enters and sets her down. He buries his face in against her inhaling her scent once more, it eases him. He laps at her neck, tasting his mate’s sweetness.
“So what happens now?” She asks.
“We will consummate our bonding when we mate.” He looks into her eyes, “But first you must bring me food.”
“It figures,” she half chuckles, relieving her shock, “I have yet to find a man who doesn’t think first with his stomach.”
“You have no idea.” He really smiles at her for the first time. “No idea at all!” And she thinks it’s glorious.
As Bulma returns to the others, to fetch him food, she reflects on her earlier comparison, they really are like lions.
Entering the main area, she comes over to retrieve the plate she’d placed before Vegeta just minutes ago.
Kakarot grins up at her as he stuffs food into his mouth. Raditz is also eating, but not quite as rapidly as his brother.
“That was quick. What happened?” Asks ChiChi curiously.
“Nothing yet.” She grins, “It seems I have to feed him first.”
Kakarot swallows, “It’s part of the bonding ritual.” His nose crinkles as he grins at ChiChi, “It’s very stimulating to be offered food by a female, and very erotic if meat is actually fed to us by their own hand.”
Bulma blushes, “I’ll remember that.”
Serera looks at Raditz speculatively, “Oh really....?” She picks up a fork, glancing at the roast.
Bulma lifts the plate.
“You’ll need more than that.” Says Raditz eyeing the plate, he scoops up a second one piling it high with food before handing it to her and then adds even more to the first plate.
“I can’t eat that much.” She protests.
“It’s not for you, it’s for Vegeta, that should be enough to hold him for a little while.”
The three women look at the enormous piles of food in disbelief.
“Maybe you better open another supply capsule.” says Bulma wryly.
Watching Kakarot shoveling it in, ChiChi nods, “I think your right.”
Bulma returns, carrying the two plates. She finds Vegeta pacing the room like a caged cat.
His eyes brighten when she enters, and as soon as she sets down the plates, his arms encircle her waist and he breaths in her delicious aroma.
He murmurs, “My Saiyana,” into her ear as he nuzzles her neck.
She pulls back from him slightly, “Saiyana, the others called me that too, what does it mean?”
“Raditz and Kakarot hailed you the Saiyanna, that is the title given to the dominant male’s Truemate, she is the only female that can be the mother of the heir.” He pulls her even closer, “I called you my Saiyana, it’s an endearment between mates.”
“Saiyana, Saiyanna, I get it now, I can hear the difference.” She smiles, as he starts to nibble her ear. Bulma glances at the plates, “I brought the food. Kakarot suggested that I feed it to you.”
He growls in amusement, “That smartass clown, he knows I don’t need to be aroused.” His eyes are still glowing at her.
He gently pulls her towards the large raised cushioned platform. It’s not a nest but it will serve the purpose.
“Wait a second.” But she smiles in reassurance before he can start to frown, “I’d like to do this right, if it’s for life. I had a kinda of fantasy as to what this night would be like. Can you hold on a couple of more minutes,... so I can get ready.”
“I can’t wait much longer than that woman!” He growls huskily.
“I won’t be long.” She promises before going into an adjoining room.
Bulma enters the bathroom and goes into her walk-in closet. She’d always thought she wear a floaty pastel negligee on her wedding night. As she reaches for a frothy pink and white confection, her eyes alight on the sinfully sexy crimson chiffon nighty she had bought for no other reason than she knew for some reason that she just had to have it. It had been hanging in her closet ever since she bought it unused as if waiting for the right moment. She had never felt the need to wear it before, but now, she knows that the time has finally come to put it on.
Somehow she senses that it has to be the one she wears for this alien warrior, this Prince that she is irrevocably linking her life to tonight. She pulls it from the hanger, pulling the pins from her hair, she runs her fingers through the strands untangling it until it falls in an azure cascade down her back. Quickly washing before donning the teddy and reapplying her favorite perfume. She takes a deep breath then heads back out to him.
Vegeta had heard her movements, then the splashing of liquid, echoing slightly when it stops and then an enticing scent fills the air.
A few moments later, she appears at the door, her hair has been loosed from the tightly wrapped bun she had been wearing. It flows long and sensuously down her back, she is clad in a filmy nothing the color of fresh spilled blood.
Vegeta is riveted by the sight.
Saiyan females have always worn that shade of red for their bonding, it symbolizes the blood of the prey, the kill the female offers to her mate as part of the mating ritual.
‘Amazing the bond is already so strong between us that she has even instinctively chosen the proper colored mating garb!’ He thinks.
He notices Bulma’s scent has been enhanced as well and it stirs his blood even more than before.
She comes towards him, his heart begins to pound and he growls low in the back of his throat, it’s soft and seductive sounding. “Woman you are testing my control.”
“Oh really,” she pauses and picks up something from one of the plates, she rolls the slice of meat into a tube shape with her fingers cupping her hand under it to catch the dripping juices. Without prompting she is performing the ritual properly, offering meat to her intended mate.
His eyes narrow watching her every move like a cat watches a bird, just before it pounces, his breathing becomes ragged.
She moves closer and starts raise it. But pauses as if puzzled sensing another step but not knowing what it is.
The scent of her and the meat is making his head is reel, the blood is pounding in his temples.
She starts to raise the morsel to his lips once more.
He grabs her wrists, “No.” Then groans huskily saying, “The female tastes first, then offers it.”
She nods her eyes never leaving his face and languidly licks juices off the morsel, crimson droplets beads her lips sparkling like liquid rubies.
His teeth almost snap it from her hand, the growl grows deeper vibrating his whole body. He gulps it down then raises her palms to his lips and licks the juices from them. Tasting both her and the meat. His eyes riveted to her face.
Then he pulls her to him roughly, and his mouth capture hers.
They can both taste the heady flavor of meat juices on each others tongues.
Without releasing her lips, he lifts her in his arms then levitates and glides to the bed.
Placing her body on it he covers her with his own, his eyes devouring every curve and plane of her face, imprinting it in his memory. His hands explores softnesses, this marvel is his! He tangles his hands in her tresses, then buries his face in her neck. Breathing deeply, to pull as many atoms of her pheromones into his lungs. It eases the fire burning in his blood, relaxing the cramping of his muscles.
She her hands explore him as well and he lets her fingers trace his body’s contours until she reaches for the sash about his waist. When as she touches it, he stays her hand. “There is one more thing you should know, we Saiyan’s are slightly different from your race.”
“I know that, most humans can’t fly, but otherwise you seem to be a pretty close match to human.” Examining to rippling muscles of his chest and arms, as her fingers find his nipples through the silken shirt’s fabric.
“That is not what I’m talking about, it is physical difference but it is slight,” he tells her, “We have an extra appendage.”
“Extra appendage?” She thinks, her eyes brighten with curiosity, ‘This could be interesting, I wonder where....,’
He nods, and unwinds the sash, pulling off his shirt as well as he says, “And it is very sensitive, so do not grip it tightly.”
With that said he discards his shirt and uncurls the furry tail the sash had hidden. One that had been wound tightly about his waist. It’s as long as his torso and begins to wave from side to side like an excited cat’s.
Her eyes widen in wonderment, entranced she wants to capture it, wrap it around herself and have it caress her skin as she strokes the luxurious looking fur.
Her eyes look inquiringly into his and he nods permission. Gently reaching out, it comes as if called to her hand, she touches it and it curls wrapping about her palm, only to continue on with it’s encirclement in an upward spiral until it’s halfway to her elbow.
“So soft!!” She murmurs.
It pulls her hand to his hip and then unwraps from her arm only to snake sensuously about her waist to bring her closer to him. Vegeta buries his face in her breasts and begins to lap hungrily at her skin.
His tongue heats her flesh like fire everywhere it touches, her hands fumble with the unfamiliar fastening of his pants.
His tail tip flits about her body, flicking lightly over her most sensitive spots.
Their bodies begin to tremble so great is their building desire.
Rising he swiftly sheds the last barrier, that bars him from claiming his mate, as his nude body covers hers he rips the filmy fabric from her form and claims what is his with a groan of relief that shakes the whole bed.
She cries out joyfully as he enters bucking against his hard body.
Their bodies begin to move in the rhythm of the dance of life.
He kisses her throat, then licks it, the laps turning to soft suckles that change to tender teasing nips, then one last nip turns hard, there’s a sharp pain, he’s bitten her breaking her skin but the pain disappears as an all encompassing warmth fills her soul as he suckles her blood. Once the bond need is sated he kisses the spot tenderly, his mark, his claim on her for all to see.
He looks up into eyes, “Now you are mine.” She gazes raptly into his ebony orbs, “Now you must do the same, claim me.” He lifts his head and bares his throat to her. Half-hypnotized by the sensations she’s feeling , she follows his directions, repeating the entire sequence until her own teeth pierce his skin.
As the salty sweetness of his blood hits her tongue and she swallows, it suddenly feels to Bulma as if there is nothing separating them, that their entwined bodies are have merged into one flesh without beginning or end. As they move in the tempo of love, it’s as if she can feel with his nerves as well as her own, as if she’s experiencing his sensations as well as her own.
*“You do, you can, you are, we are one, now and forever. You are my Truemate, My Saiyana.”* Resounds his voice within her soul.
*“Is this telepathy?”* She opens her eyes to gaze wide eyed into his gleaming ones, as she pulsates, she can feel his throbs begin to match her rhythm.
*“Yes. And bondmate empathy, so we share physical sensations. I feel yours as much as you feel mine. It is one of the gifts of my race, but we pay the price, for once united like this we suffer greatly when the tie is severed. But the joys are worth the pain. And it is only shared with our Truemates and blood bond brothers.”*
*“Will I always hear your thoughts?”*
*“If you were Saiyan, yes. But since you are not this, the actual exchange of thoughts, will only happen when we are this close, touching,”* he laces his finger through hers. *“When our bodies and souls can entwine as one. When we are apart, only the bonding empathy will link us. But even with that I will always be able feel your emotions and be able to find you.”*
As their bodies reach for their ecstasy, she sheds the tears of his joy. Never to be alone again, to have found her and reawakened his heart. He roars his triumph as his concupiscence for her is at last released.
Faintly they hear in the distance the two roars of his companions equally triumphant, echoing in response.
After their culmination, they remain entwined, she breathes in the aroma of their love. His skin carries an odd scent reminding her for some strange reason of her mother’s kitchen, then as she drifts into slumber in his arms she realizes it’s because he smells like freshly grated nutmeg.
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Light years away, in Frieza’s throne room/tactical center, a message comes in from Admiral Qui commander of the Seventh fleet that is orbiting Earth.
When the holographic image appears, just behind Qui, Frieza sees something that makes his blood begin to boil.
He stares in fury and points at the creature, glaring accusingly at Qui, “Where did that monkey come from!!! Why didn’t you destroy it when you found it! There’s a standing order that all Saiyans except Vegeta are to be killed on sight.”
Qui bows cowering, Frieza's reach is long. “Master that particular monkey is not a Saiyan, it is an inhabitant of Earth, one of the natives you wished preserved as slaves. They are nothing like those vile troublesome Saiyan monkeys, most are virtually powerless, helpless as babes. Very few exhibit any kind of energy signature at all.
Frieza slowly calms, “Amazing, it certainly looks like a Saiyan monkey.”
Qui senses a reprieve from his master’s anger. “They don’t even have tails,” he orders over his shoulder, “Turn around!” glaring until the creature obeys, “See sire.”
“Is that why you’re showing it to me or do you have a reason for inflicting this thing on my sight?”
“If you remember my lord you asked to see our informant. This is Dr. Gero.”
“Oh yes of course,” Frieza’s eyes narrow, “Dr. Gero, I have been told you are a scientist.”
“I am a bio-mechanical geneticist.” Replies the white breaded creature.
“A geneticist you say, lets just test that shall we.” The beast considers for several moments, “HMMM, very well I have it. I want a complete scan of your race’s RNA and DNA sequences then a comparison study done with the Saiyan genomes on file. It will be interesting to discover just how similar to Saiyans these tailless Earth monkeys truly are.”
Behind Frieza, Zarbon stands motionless, but inside his thoughts run rampant. If the comparison study reveals enough genetic similarities, as he suspects it will after seeing one of them with his own eyes, these Earthlings could offer a rebirth for the Saiyan race but at the same time those results it will doom them to face Frieza's fatal fury!
He needs to get this information to his father and his Prince as soon as possible. The Earthlings must be protected at all costs!
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Waking up Bulma starts to arch her back to stretch but then there’s a tightening about her waist, a restraint anchoring her. His tail is still entwined about her waist, instinctively reluctant to loose it’s prize. She smiles and looks over at her still sleeping truemate, as she strokes the furry belt fondly. Studying the planes of his face, with the scowl gone he looks almost angelic, a dark angel.
He feels her touch, senses her gaze on his face like a benediction, even though he’d never admit it, he’s missed the gentleness of femininity in his harsh life. Her softness complements his hardness. Her gentleness his strength. The Saiyanna represented the heart and soul of the Saiyan race, while the King was the symbol of their strength and pride. The Regal Truemates Honor was Saiyan Honor incarnated in their union. Made flesh in the heir. That was just another of the many reasons Frieza had come demanding that the Prince be handed over to him in tribute.
Prince Vegeta has brooded over his planet and people’s destruction for all these years. He nursed a feeling of personal guilt that had darkened his soul. As the long years had passed and none of them had ever found their truemates, he had begun to be burdened with a growing fear that because of him and that ridiculous prophecy, the Saiyan race might end with the four of them.
Even though they had been driven by their need for revenge, without a Saiyanna or truemates of their own, they had lacked any real inspiration for the battle. Now with her and the renewed hope for a future for their race that the three females represented. The fight against the Frigid empire will be renewed with a vigor it had lacked before.
Vegeta opens his eyes to his inspiration and smirks.
“Where's that food woman!”
Her tinkling laughter warms his soul.
Bulma finally released from the grip of Vegeta’s tail, had brought over both plates. She watches a for a few minutes he consumes everything on the first one. When he starts on the second her lips curve in amusement as she thinks, “Lucky I don’t have more than coffee first thing in the morning.” She usually skips breakfast, much preferring to brunch around ten.
As she watches him, she reflects, ‘It’s amazing, I would never had believed it if someone told me yesterday that in less than twenty-four hours ago that I’d be mated to a strange, devilishly handsome alien warrior with a tail, and deliriously happy about it!’ She giggles, ‘And I can just imagine what mom and dad are going to think about him!’
Leaving him to finish eating, she grabs her robe and heads to the bathroom. She starts to filling the tub, humming softly as she adds her favorite rose scented bubble foam and turns to brush her hair before pinning it up for her bath.
Vegeta finishes off the last of the food wiping the plate with one of the soft puffy crusty things. He slips on his pants, then he goes seeking his truemate. Still hungry but no longer ravenous.
He follows her into the room she had retreated to the night before. She just about to step into a large container brimming with a white foamy substance that’s redolent with the scent that clings to her skin.
“What are you doing woman.” He asks eyeing the foam warily, its moving about strangely.
She smiles at him, “I thought I’d take a bath.”
“Oh is this your morning cleansing ritual?” He folds his arm over his chest, regarding her.
She smiles, “I guess you could call it that. Whenever I can get enough time I like to take a leisurely bubble bath in the morning. Why don’t you join me?”
“I’d rather not, water is for drinking, or swimming.” He replies, “I’d prefer to use a sonic refresher, it’s less inconvenient.” His furred tail curls around.
“Suit yourself,” she says lets her robe slip off her shoulders and down to the floor before turning to step into the tub. “But we don’t have anything like that around here, you’ll have to settle for water if you want to get cleaned up.”
Vegeta’s breath catches in his throat at the sight of his truemate’s unveiled beauty.
Bubbles shimmer enticingly around her as she settles into the water. The scent that he’s already grown to love fills the air, stirring his desire.
Her wide blue eyes twinkle invitingly, as she looks into his. “There’s a shower behind you if you want, but a tub’s a lot more fun.”
Glimpses of her skin through the sparkling foam, tantalize him. His desire for her increases tightening his loins. Resisting his impetrative had affected him very strongly the day before, flooding his body with increased mating hormones and the remnants are still coursing through his veins. A sudden flash of her throat, reveals his mark and suddenly prods him back to almost full fledged imperative urges. Shedding his pants he plunges predatorily into the water after her, roaring. To claim his truemate once more amongst the rose scented bubbles and they tremble and shatter with his roars of satiation.
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Later after spending almost an hour in the tub, Bulma winds the last of her hair back up as she regards his reflection gazing at her proprietarily.
“I’m hungry again.” He tells her.
Sapphire eyes twinkle at him, “I can’t imagine why.”
“You do so woman, and to make it worse, now I smell like a flower.” He growls, “And if I don’t get fed soon I may decide to eat you!”
“Okay okay, give me a second.” She laughs.
*“Vegeta?”*
Bulma sees his eyes hood.
*“What is it Kakarot?”*
*“Are you coming out soon? ChiChi and Serera have made us a huge breakfast.”*
*“We’ll be right out.”*
*“Great,”* Vegeta can almost sense his infectious grin, *“ChiChi says to tell Bulma that all of us are gonna be sharing an anniversary, whatever that is.”*
His eyes clear, and he asks her “What's an anniversary?”
“It’s a yearly celebration of a momentous event....” She pauses and grins “The others have bonded too?!”
“I suppose that’s what she meant then, Kakarot says that his mate said that we will all be sharing one.”
Her eyes start to sparkle and she runs into his arms and kisses him.
He smirks, “Kakarot also said breakfast’s ready.”
They go to join the other two couples.
To be continued.... Go to Chapter Three- Disclosures