The conference room door opens and the three couples enter, Bulma takes her seat at the head of the table, Serera and ChiChi take the flanking chairs. Vegeta positions himself in a defensive stance behind his truemate, arms crossed over his chest, guarding her as the other two Saiyans take the same positions in relationship to theirs. Glaring ominous challenges at the gathered male officers.
The staff watch the three alien newcomers warily, out of the corners of their eyes. Forewarned about their belligerence, no one wants to meet their gaze directly.
Bulma notices that Kami’s Fist still hasn’t arrived for the conference. Turning to Captain Blue she asks, “Do you know if and when Piccolo’s going to get here?”
“He should arrive within fifteen minutes, Ma’am.” Responds the blond young man.
“Alright. First I want to introduce our new allies, this as some of you already know, is the leader, ’Geta the Black Phoenix. The one behind ChiChi is named Kakarot, and the other behind Serera is his older brother Raditz. They are indeed aliens, brought to Earth by Shenron in response to a wish on the Dragonballs.”
The leader of Earth’s Defense Forces looks around the table, “I promised to explain the deal we made with our new allies. You all know that the three of us went off in search of the Dragonballs hoping to collect them all so we could end to this conflict by having the dragon eliminate Frieza. To make a long story short we found the balls and summoned the Dragon. Unfortunately when we made our request, Shenron told us he didn’t have enough power to destroy Frieza. And that no one with that amount of power existed at this time. But by a fortuitous circumstance the dragon took a frustrated wistful remark on my part, a comment about wanting someone who could get strong enough, as the wish instead. Which resulted in Shenron bringing these three to Earth from the other side of the universe.”
The gathered staff gaze at the newcomers with both trepidation and hope.
“After negotiations with the Black Phoenix,” Bulma gestures to the man standing beside her., “he and his companions have agreed to become our allies.” She looks earnestly at the group seated around it. “But part of the deal included the six of us entering into a certain personal type of relationship.” She pauses for emphasis. “A very intimate one.”
She pauses and looks at them all in turn, “What I want you all to understand, is that ChiChi, myself and Serera discussed this thoroughly. We made our decision freely without any coercion.” She glances over her shoulder at Vegeta and smiles, “Happily in fact.”
The other two women nod, smiling too.
The blond Launch inspects the three warriors suspiciously, “So what's this intimate deal, boss.”
Bulma looks pointedly at Yamcha, “We have mated with them. For all intents and purposes they are now our husbands, or to use their term for the relationship, we are now Truemates.”
Yamcha starts and then purses his lips unhappily.
The rest of the officers start to babble excitedly.
“Mated?” Says Tien, as Chaotze just stares.
Launch glances sidewise, looking speculatively at the three-eyed warrior.
Oolong the pig asks, “What’s a truemate?”
“?” Is the look on Puar’s usually inscrutable cat face.
Krillian grins, “Congratulations.”
General White looks dubious, and Captain Mai, just waits for more information.
While Roshi remains silent, gazing speculatively at their new allies.
Bulma lets them vent for several moments, then calls the meeting back to order. “This relationship gives us an advantage. By joining with them we have guaranteed their assistance. They are now impelled by instinct to protect and defend us as well as our home, the Earth. What I wanted you all to understand is that no one was coerced on either side, they entered this agreement just as freely as we did.”
*“Not really. The bonding was meant to happen.”* But then Vegeta vocalizes, “My truemate speaks the truth about our instinct to protect them. Now that we are one, her honor, and her home is our territory by default. We will defend both with our lives.”
“Before anyone questions their intentions, I want to assure you that they are merely seeking a home, a place for themselves and a small group of their loyal crews to settle. Where they can live in peace and nothing more. These people are just as much victims of Frieza as we are, if not more so, the tyrant and his family has destroyed not only their homes and families but even attempted all out genocide against them.” She pauses to let that sink in, “There are no females of their species left. These three warriors are the last few remnants of their people.” She scans their faces, “And now the same monster that did that, wants enslave us and then take our home!”
She turns to her mate, “The Black Phoenix will explain more fully, ‘Geta.”
He steps forward to stand beside his Saiyanna’s chair, his leg is brushing against her arm.
“Frieza and his family have been a plague on the universe for three hundred years.” States the stonily Prince. “His purging squads and armies attack by surprise, usually killing off a planet’s entire populace without destroying cities in just a few weeks. After which, they sell the ‘vacated’ property to the highest bidder.”
“And is that what they plan for Earth?” asks Oolong nervously.
“No,” replies Vegeta, “he has far worse plans for your planet.”
“How do you know this?” asks Roshi shrewdly.
“We have a source of information inside his palace.” Responds the tallest alien.
Mai arches her eyebrow, “And why do you trust this traitor? If that source betrayed Frieza, why won‘t it betray you? It could be feeding you false information.”
“I trust it implicitly,” adds the Black Phoenix, “because the source is not a traitor but a spy, a mole. It informed me that Frieza intends to turn this system into one of his central military bases and plans to enslave everyone on the planet.”
General White asks, “Why would he do that instead of what he usually does?”
“Your Earth is rare type of world,” States ‘Geta. “A type that is much sought after for use as military bases, a multi-climate planet.”
“Most worlds have a single planetary wide climate with only minor variations of temperature.” Says Kakarot.
“This makes your world’s unique varied environments ideal for quartering oxygen breathing beings from many different planetary environments in relative comfort without a lot of added expense.” Adds Raditz. “Plus your system also contains more than one methane planet, and some single climate worlds as well. Most systems only contain one or two habitable worlds yours has several!”
Members of the staff began nodding in understanding.
“But the invasion’s not our biggest concern at this moment.” States the Phoenix, “There is a far more pressing one. Frieza has gotten angry that it’s taken so long to subdue you. He’s decided to send one of his top purging squads the Ginyu Force to take out your army. With additional orders to capture Commander Azure and bring her back to Frieza.”
“WHAT!” Shouts Yamcha leaping to his feet in outrage, “How do they even know about her?”
“Our informant has discovered that a traitor from your world has recently joined Frieza‘s forces he even has some sort of contact inside your army.” Vegeta glances at his mate. “It seems he has a some sort of a grudge against Commander Azure, but only knows that she’s an attractive female.”
“I’m not surprised, we made several enemies when we started preparing for this war.” Says Bulma, “It could be anyone.”
“We must be on guard to protect her.” States Vegeta grimly. “Frieza has widely varied tastes, he enjoys ‘playing’ with captives, especially attractive females and young boys.”
“How did you come to know all this?” Asks the head of security Captain Mai suspiciously.
“We’ve been leading a small resistance group against the Frigid forces for several years now.” Vegeta smirks, “For some time we’ve been concentrating on taking out Frieza and his brother Cooler's purging squads whenever possible.”
“When we defeat them we leave evidence behind that implicates the other one as the aggressor.” Adds Raditz with a evil grin.
Kakarot speaks up with a ironic chuckle, “Our raids have actually caused a feud to get started between the two. There hadn’t been much love lost between them before anyway and now they’re almost on the verge of going after each other’s throats. So now they both tend to keep their strongest warriors close, just in case the other one tries an assassination attempt.”
“I like you guys, you’re sneakiness warms my heart!” Grins the Blue Ribbon Army’s Chief of Espionage Oolong.
“Yeah, sowing a little discord among the enemy can‘t hurt!” Grins Yamcha.
“But our tactics backfired on us slightly.” adds Raditz ruefully, “We’ve been waiting a long time for a chance to take out the Ginyu’s.”
“These Ginyu’s, just how dangerous are they?” Asks General White.
“Very, they’re Frieza's strongest purge team, the best of the best. He only dispatches them when it’s absolutely necessary. He normally keeps them in reserve as part of his personal guard.” Says the tallest alien again.
“So when are they going to get here?” Asks Puar worriedly.
A voice comes from the doorway, “Kami’ says they should arrive in a four and a half weeks.” Piccolo strides into the conference room eyeing the three aliens.
Bulma had expected a reaction from the Saiyans, when they met Kami’s Fist but doesn’t get the one she thought she’d get.
*“A Namek!”* She hears Kakarot’s shocked broadcast as his eyes widen.
*“I thought they didn’t have any interstellar contact before they were attacked.”* Is Raditz equally surprised reaction.
Vegeta’s thought is more curious sounding, *“I wonder how it got here?”*
Then she hears a new but familiar voice added to the Saiyan telepathic exchange, as Piccolo queries,*“What is a Namek?”*
*“You are, didn’t you know?”* Says Kakarot, still staring at him.
Piccolo gets speculative look, *“How do you know that?”*
*“Namek’s are an ancient race, well known as legendary warriors, but none have been seen for centuries.”* Sends Raditz.
*“It was believed that the race was extinct, and no one knew where your home world was to check.”* Adds the Prince, *“There are many galactic legends about your race’s mystical powers....”* Vegeta’s thought trails off, there’s a memory nagging at the back of his mind, something recently familiar.
Roshi’s eyes narrow, he can just sense the undercurrent of communication that’s occurring but can’t make out the exchange itself.
Piccolo glances over at the turtle hermit and continues the conversation aloud.
“So you three are the source of the powers I sensed earlier.”
Distracted from his thoughts by the Namek’s vocalization, the memory eludes Vegeta’s grasp. His eyes follow the Namek’s gaze and realizes what the fully telepathic Piccolo had sensed, the old man is a semi-sensitive. Then the Prince registers the Namek words. ‘Sensed us?’ And recalls that the old man had said something similar too. ‘Can they sense us with out using scouters!?’
He looks at the Namek, “How did you know about us?”
“It’s an extension of ki control.” Answers the Namek catching the Saiyan Prince’s meaning.
“Can it be taught?” asks Kakarot curiously.
“Only if you have the proper mental training, my boy.” Says Roshi with a grin, “But I think you three already do.”
Krillian nods, “I can feel their leashed power too., Master Roshi. And it’s very similar to ours so it would be easy to teach them how to sense it, as well as how to conserve their energy by lowering their power levels.”
Vegeta is astonished, if they can control their energy levels then he may have underestimated these beings and so may have Frieza’s forces! No wonder they’ve been able to resist the Seventh Fleet for so long.
General White humphs, “We were discussing this new threat.”
“The Ginyu’s.” Nods Vegeta, he looks at the Namek, “Are you sure about the arrival time?”
“Kami’ is certain.”
“Damn it’s not enough time for Nappa and our ships to get here!” Fumes the Prince. He looks at his Saiyanna, “We have to start training more intensely at once.”
Krillian stands up, “We’ll start training too.” He glances at Tien and Yamcha.
They nod in agreement.
“I will join you as well.” States Piccolo.
Bulma rises, standing beside Vegeta, their arms brushing. “Mai see if you can locate that information leak.” Her frown almost matches Vegeta’s.
“Yes Ma’am!” Replies the older woman. “My people will find it and plug it.”
“General White add some extra aerial training maneuvers to the flight schedule. Your pilots might be needed to repel theirs while our new allies and special forces are occupied with the Ginyus.”
“Understood.” He nods. “We’ll get started right away.”
General White, Mai and Blue depart, leaving only the Z forces and their companions in the conference room.
As the meeting breaks up, Yamcha comes towards Vegeta, circling around the other two Saiyans and their mates. Being careful not to look at Bulma or stare into the Prince’s or the other two males’ eyes.
He half smiles ruefully extending his hand. “Congratulations man, you’re one lucky dude, just take care of her. Bulma deserves the best, I just couldn’t give it to her.”
Vegeta stares at the extends hand, *“What’s this?”*
*“He’s offering you his friendship, take his hand.”* replies Bulma a smile in her thoughts.
Prompted Vegeta copies Yamcha’s move and the other man grasps the Prince’s hand, shakes it firmly then smiles.
The Black Phoenix eyes him, “Just remember she’s mine now.”
“I will man, but I can still be her friend, can’t I?” He asks.
“Yes but don’t touch her, at least for a while.” ‘Geta glares fiercely then softens it, “I am still in a very protective state.” He glances at his men, “We all are.” He slips his arm around Bulma possessively.
“Gotcha!” Yamcha grins.
Puar floats over to the ex-desert bandit. “Be careful Yamcha.”
The man rubs the cat’s head affectionately, scratching her behind the ears, the purr it evokes is audible. Her eyes half-close in feline pleasure. “I will little puss, don‘t worry.”
Blue comes back in, “Commander, your engineering staff reports it will take three days to construct those gravity chambers to spec.”
Bulma frowns, “That long huh. Okay tell them to get started on them. It’s top priority.” She hands him another set of papers she had doodled while Vegeta had talked. “Have someone start working on these too, they’re special training drones for use inside the chambers.”
Then she glances at her truemate, *“You’ll just have to go back to the retreat to train until the extra chambers are finished.”* She looks crestfallen, *“It’s so far, you and the others should probably just stay there.”*
*“Distance is not a problem,”* He smirks. *“Now that we know where this base is we can get to and from the retreat in a matter of minutes.”*
Her eyes widen, *“You can travel that fast!”*
Kakarot nods, *“When we accompanied your air car, we were taking it slow.”*
Krillian approaches cautiously, “So where do you plan to do your training?”
“Our mates have constructed a special training facility in the retreat.” Says the Phoenix. “It increases gravity and atmospheric pressure.” He looks at the others critically, “You could probably train there when we’re not in it. At a much lower setting than we will be using.”
Tien look at the short alien in skeptically, “A much lower setting!? So what setting will you three be using?”
“We’re used to 30 gravities.” Says Raditz.
“But we will start our training at 50.” States the Prince.
“WOW!” says the midget, impressed.
Kami’s Fist looks thoughtful, “I will join you at the retreat sometime the day after tomorrow. By then I should be able to tolerate that level.”
“By then we should be up to 100.” Comments Kakarot.
Piccolo nods, “I see, it still should be not problem. I have access to a ..special place as well.” He looks over the three Saiyans. “I am glad we are not enemies, you would be formidable foes.” He nods in farewell and leaves.
“He’s very formal.” Says Kakarot looking after him.
ChiChi nods, “He has to be, he is Kami’s Fist. When you’re the personification of a god’s righteous wrath, how can you not be formal.”
“He’s what!?” Blurts Raditz. Serera adds, “Piccolo is very strange, and distant, no one knows much about him.”
Roshi speaks up, “I can tell you that story. Once long ago, before Kami’ could become the guardian, he had to purge himself of his negativity, his dark side. When he did this, Diamoa Piccolo was created, and fled. Kami’ was very weak after his ordeal and had to let him escape. That first Piccolo was nothing but pure evil. Daimoa began to rampage, causing a reign of terror, but my master defeated him and locked him away in a magical container. Years later someone found it and released him once more, but this time Kami’ sought the old Piccolo out. There was a great battle between them. That Piccolo was actually mortally wounded during their fight but before he could die, he reincarnated himself into a egg. Which Kami’ quickly recovered, when it hatched he kept this younger dark half beside him and nurtured him. This Piccolo is the Piccolo we know as the Fist, and he is still the darkness, to Kami’s light, yin and yang. But now together, they watch and defend the Earth from evil. Eventually our Piccolo became known as Kami’s Fist, the wrath of god, who dispenses justice to the wicked.”
“Whatever he is, he’s still a Namek.” Says Vegeta, “And they were known as exceptional fighters when provoked. ” He looks over the small troop, then smirks. “I think my Truemate’s assertion is correct, with these four at our side, I believe that we can take the Ginyu’s.”
He turns to the old man, “But first I want to learn how to sense someone’s strength without this.” He taps his finger to the scouter on his head, then he looks over at the shorter bald man, “And you said something about controlling your power levels?”
Krillian grins, “Yeah. It’s just a matter of conservation and control.”
“So what is your highest power level?” asks Raditz curiously.
Yamcha grins, “We can’t unleash it inside here, man. We’d wreck the place.”
Kakarot activates his scouter, “Just raise it to a safe level.”
“’kay, you asked for it.” Replies the scarred warrior with a grin.
Vegeta and Raditz activate theirs as well.
They all watch in amazement as the numbers climb till they almost match those of a low level elite.
*“No wonder they’ve lasted so long!”* Thinks Raditz in surprise.
Kakarot agrees, *“He’s as strong as most of Frieza’s secondary fighters.”*
Yamcha grins wider at the aliens’ expressions. “And I’m no match for Tien or Krillian. They’re lots stronger than I am.”
Vegeta glances at the other two, then at his mate, *“Is this true?”*
She smiles at him, *“Yes, Krillian was the last World Martial Arts Champion, before the war started. Tien and Yamcha came in second and third respectively.”*
“It’s amazing and Frieza doesn’t even suspect.” Says Kakarot.
Vegeta chuckles wickedly, “I think the tyrants have finally bit off more than they can chew.” He rubs his hands together and smirks. “This is going to be extremely interesting, the Ginyu’s are in for a rather nasty surprise when they arrive.”
Roshi, Krillian, Tien, Yamcha and the Saiyans all huddle up and start discussing ki control.
The women, Oolong, Chaotze and Puar gather off to one side watching.
Yamcha’s power up had stirred up some dust, suddenly Launch sneezes and turns brunette. She blinks a bit at the tableau and asks, “What is it with men? Mention a fight or some sort of new technique and they go all gaga.”
“Sometimes I think they’re all still just little boys in trapped men’s bodies.” Answers Bulma with a smile. “But when it’s important they can handle the job.” She blushes, “I think that’s why we end up loving them so much.”
It takes little time for the three alien warriors to grasp the concepts of sensing and power level control. Soon they’re ready to test their new abilities.
Roshi suggests that Tien, Krillian and Yamcha go outside and hide without lowering their power levels. Then the Saiyans can follow them out in a bit to try and find them.
“You young bucks can go play a little hide and seek.” Croaks the old turtle hermit gleefully. “While I stay here with the ladies!”
“Forget it Roshi, we’re going to be busy in the lab.” Says Bulma. “Maybe the others can keep you company. But we have work to do.” looking at Serera and ChiChi, “Come on girls lets get going.”
The Saiyans fall silent and look over at their mates.
“Where is this lab?” asks Vegeta quietly.
“Just upstairs.” replies Bulma.
“We will escort you there,” he tells her, “once we know you are secure, we can continue with this training.”
“But we’re not even leaving the building!” She replies testily.
His hand takes her by the elbow, *“We can’t help it, until our instincts quiet we have to stay near you. Or at least be certain of your security.”*
Her eyes widen, as she realizes that even the thought of parting is actually still painful for them if they’re not sure about their females security. She can feel it through the empathy bond.
Her protests die and she nods in agreement.*“This is gonna be inconvenient for a while then, isn‘t it.”*
*“Very, but our protective urges will become less intense over time.”* He reaches up and strokes her cheek. *“Until, then the only real place I will feel you are safe, my Saiyana is when you are within my arms.”*
Her twinge of anger is dispelled by the sweet poetry of his remark. *“Okay guess I understand.”* She smiles once more.
Glancing over at Roshi and the others she says, “They’ll be back in a few minutes.” The others nod and the three couples head for Bulma’s private lab on the third level of the dome.
*“So how long will this overprotectiveness last?”* Asks ChiChi once they’re in the elevator slipping easily back into telepathic communion with the others as she leans back into Kakarot's arms.
Kakarot answers, *“Initially several days, then as we begin to feel more secure about you. Our instinctual wariness will relax.”* He grins down at her, *“At least until you start to breed. Then it increases again.”*
*“Breed?”* Asks the young woman.
Serera her arm linked through Raditz‘s giggles, her Were ancestry making her more familiar with the term’s archaic usage, *“You know..., when we get pregnant.”*
ChiChi turns bright red, and lowers her eyes.
*“When females carry our offspring, Saiyan males can get down right aggressive in their mates defense.”* States Raditz.
*“Worse than this?”* Asks Serera.
*“Yes.”* Is his response.
*“Sounds like good to me. Just like the pack.”* She grins up at her mate.
Bulma arches a eyebrow, *“I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.”* As she wonders if maybe they should all start taking some sort of birth control.
Vegeta looks at her speculatively, he senses she’s considering something. So he decides to explain it completely, *“But it also increases our strength with the emotional boost of becoming a successful sire.”*
*“So if we got pregnant you’d get stronger?”* Asks Serera.
Raditz nods, *“And when the Saiyanna breeds, every Saiyan male’s strength is increased for she carries the future heir assuring another generation.”*
Bulma realizes that that put it on a totally different slant. Maybe instead of birth control they should take a fertility enhancer instead or at least she should.
She looks at her mate, *“Let me get this straight. If I get pregnant, you’d all get stronger?”*
Vegeta nods. *“Quite a bit actually.”*
*“And then if Serera and ChiChi got pregnant the other’s strength would increase again?”* she asks, *“Doesn’t that shortchange you?”*
*“Not in this case, they are my blood bond brothers, part of my clan. So when their mates breed my power will increase again.”*
*“I see.”* The elevator doors open. The three males emerge first and prowl the premises as the women don their lab coats.
Vegeta strides back to his mate who is lost in thought, “Everything is secure, you will be safe.”
She nods.
“Do not leave here till we come for you, we can sense your location, knowing you are safe here will make it easier on us.” He instructs firmly.
“Alright.” Is her preoccupied answer.
He motions to Kakarot and Raditz and they depart.
ChiChi and Serera get to work finishing projects that they had left half finished when they went in search of the Dragonballs.
Bulma goes to her design desk but after she sits down all she does is ruffle a few papers around on the surface, caught deeply in her thoughts.
From the way Vegeta and the other’s had conferenced about it she had gotten the impression that the subject of offspring meant a great deal to them, she muses.
Considering the situation and reviewing her all of her options. They could take a chance that the Saiyans and the Z fighters could get strong enough by just training in the gravity chamber alone, but if she got pregnant it could increase their chances for victory.
A pregnancy would be an inconvenience for her at the moment, but if it would help to increase their strength she’s sure she could work around it.
Besides at the beginning of all this Baba had told her that SHE was the key, could this be what she had meant? Shenron actions in bringing the three Saiyans to Earth indicated that they could become strong enough to defeat Frieza. So why after all these years, hadn’t they done it? Unless they needed the additional emotional support of Truemates and offspring to accomplish it.
If that was the case it sorta made a weird kind of sense, without Saiyan females, they had no hope for any kind of future up till now. But now that they have bonded, they have that and if mates can inspire them so much, then knowing that there were children on the way could be even more heartening for them.
“Boss, boss!” Serera shakes Bulma’s shoulder finally getting her attention. “Okay what are you thinking about?”
“We know that concentrated look,” ChiChi accuses, “you’re planning something radical.”
Bulma looks at her two friends, “Yeah I am, you heard what the guys said.”
The two women nod.
“About having kids.” adds Serera.
“Well, I think I’m gonna get myself pregnant.” Says Bulma.
“I figured as much.” says Serera, “Are you really sure about this?”
“Yeah, I told you about Baba, she predicted that I was a key.” She says softly, “I got a feeling that this is the lock I was intended for.”
“To release the strength of the Saiyans to defeat Frieza?” Serera grasps the concept first.
“Yup, and it’s odd that they made certain we knew all the facts.” Says ChiChi.
Bulma, looks at her friends searchingly, “I think they were trying to let us know that they really want this. They were asking us to do this for them, in a kinda roundabout way. I don’t think they’ve had much experience in getting something by just requesting it. They‘ve extended themselves so much for us. already. They've had to struggle just to survive for all these years, all they’ve ever gotten they’ve had to fight for, to get by force one way or another.”
Serera looks thoughtful, “You may be right about that, Raditz has never actually asked, he sorta commands but I know it’s really a request.”
“Same with Vegeta.” Says Bulma and the adds, “Besides there’s something else, when Baba first came to me, she told me that I was the focus of more than one planet’s future.” Bulma purses her lips determinedly. “Now I figure that it almost has to be the Saiyans future and maybe even the entire galaxy’s. If our men can defeat Frieza and his family, then they will free more than just the Earth.”
“Maybe we should get pregnant then too.” Breaths ChiChi softly.
“Maybe, but let’s get me that way first. I’ll contact my mom, she is a medical doctor after all. Even if not to many people know it.” Says Bulma with a conspiratorial wink, “She can give me a fertility enhancer to assure receptivity. Once I’ve caught we can work on you two if you want.”
Bulma reaches for her cell phone and presses the speed dial for her parents, when her mother answers she says “Hi mom, brace yourself....”
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Frieza's ship is already in route to Earth, but Zarbon had managed to reach his father and warn him about the tyrant’s decision to go to there too before they had left. Luckily Nappa is already on his way but still has had no idea as to what had happened to the Prince, Raditz or Kakarot.
The Black Phoenix’s forces and small navy are frantic. Nappa had taken charge and ordered three vessels to head for the area of space where they disappeared and scour it in an effort to find their beloved Commander. Then he had ordered the rest of the Phoenix’s naval forces to follow after the small flagship fleet when he had learned from Zarbon Dr. Gero’s startling conclusions. Zarbon’s father agreed wholeheartedly with his son’s assessment, it was indeed the prophecy, so it is imperative that they rush to the defense of the Earth. The resurrection of their race could depend on it.
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Orbiting Earth, Admiral Qui is getting extremely desperate. He’s been notified that the Ginyus are coming to Earth and he hates the five of them with a vengeance. They had been the ones that purged his home world.
He has to conquer this stubborn planet before they arrive here, or he’ll lose all his credibility. And now to complicate matters, the Master himself is coming too.
If Frieza even catches a whiff of his treachery he’s done for.
Cooler had contacted Qui earlier offering him a fortune and a life of leisure if he turned over this particular planet to him.
If he can’t subdue these rotten monkeys soon. then when Frieza arrives, he might just throw open the Command Challenge. Forcing Qui to fight for his rank all over again, before he can get a chance to defect.
Qui has grown used to the privileges and pleasures of being a Fleet Admiral. He’s loath to lose them or his life to the machinations of the two Tyrants.
So he’s decided to lead the next attack force personally. He’ll find that elusive base, destroy it utterly and then take that Commander Azure captive himself. He’ll use her a while as an amusement and once she’s properly trained present her to Cooler as spoils of war!
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Bulma’s mother is shocked then delighted by the news. Her daughter explains the situation fully and Mrs. (Dr.) Briefs agrees to make a quick trip to the Blue Ribbon base. A couple hours later she arrives and after examining her daughter and the other two girls to make certain they’re all healthy. Then she administers the special hormonal shot, that stimulates ovulation, to her daughter. She also prepares additional hypos to do the same for ChiChi and Serera, which are then carefully put aside for later use.
“That should do it baby.” She beams at her daughter, “So when do I get to meet my mysterious new son-in-law?”
Bulma glances at the clock, absently rubbing the injection spot on her arm, “Soon I think, remember though, not to say anything about this.”
Her mother nods, “I just happened to come and visit my daughter, I was worried about you after the base was attacked.”
Mrs. Briefs looks at the three girls, “So tell me about these Saiyans, isn’t that what you called them?”
ChiChi gushes, “Kakarot’s tall and handsome and funny.”
“Raditz is taller.” Says Serera, “and just as handsome but more serious, he and Kakarot are brothers.”
“We’d consider Raditz and ‘Geta brothers too, but they call themselves siblings instead.” Adds ChiChi.
Bulma’s mother frowns slightly, “So ‘Geta and Kakarot aren’t related?”
“No, but by our definitions Raditz is half brother to both. He and ’Geta share their father while his mother is also Kakarot’s.” Explains her daughter.
Suddenly the three girls perk up and Mrs. Briefs is amazed to see them almost transform before her eyes. She can hear the elevator starting to rise. The young women turn to greet it almost glowing with happiness.
It stops and the doors open to reveal the aliens. Mrs. Briefs sees three very attractive young men emerge. They scan the lab, then the shortest one looks at her curiously.
“Who is she?” ‘Geta half asks, half demands of his mate.
Bulma moves forward to take his arm, “She’s my mother. Mom this is ‘Geta, my Truemate.”
The older woman beams at him then unexpectedly gets up, comes over and hugs him gushing! “Welcome to the family, ’Geta. My you’re a handsome one aren’t you.” She turns to look at the other two, “And you’re both good looking as well. I can see how you three managed steal these girls hearts so easily. And I hear you’re heroes too, stopping those nasty attackers before they could attack the base.”
She gives both the other Saiyans friendly hugs, as she continues to babble almost foolishly. “I was so worried about my little girl ,I always do. So I just had to come and check on her after the attack. But she told me everything was fine then gave me the good news. I’m so happy for you all. It’s too bad we couldn’t have a proper wedding celebration, but you’ll all have to come and visit us at Capsule Corp.” She suddenly grins, “I know, when this is all over, we’ll have a big party! Won’t that be nice. I can have a special dinner with a big fancy cake. I’ll make my world famous Shirley Temples and we’ll have Champagne for everyone!”
Just then her watch beeps. She checks it, “Oops gotta go, or I’ll miss the plane back to West City.” She gives her daughter an peck on the cheek and then to everyone except Bulma’s surprise does the same to Vegeta. “Bye all, see you soon!” And she sails out waving.
*“That was your dam?”* thinks Vegeta totally perplexed.
*“Yes, but don’t let her outer demeanor fool you. She’s savvy and almost as smart as dad and me, she just doesn’t show it to everybody.”* Bulma giggles, *“Between her ditzy blond act and my dad’s preoccupied professor appearance they’ve fooled an awful lot of people. Capsule Corporation has become one of the most powerful companies in the world because our competitors are always underestimating my parents.”* She chuckles.
*“They only used one or two senses and misread the situation.”* States the Prince.
Raditz smiles slightly , *“Like Kakarot does sometimes.”*
*Aw guys that was the past I won’t do it again.”* Replies the youngest Saiyan.
*“That’s what you said last time!”* Chides Vegeta, teasingly.
Bulma snuggles close, *“Are you guys hungry again?”*
*“ALWAYS!”* Grins Kakarot.
*“She already knows that much about you, she was asking us!” Replies his elder brother.
Vegeta half smiles at the exchange. They are all so much more relaxed, Kakarot and Raditz haven’t acted this carefree in years. Having mates has allowed them the freedom to feel their softer emotions again.
“Let’s go get something to eat then!” Says Bulma aloud, there are nods of agreement all around.
“Serera call down to the mess.” She eyes the Saiyans critically, “Have them sent ten quadruple portions of everything they’re serving tonight, up to the formal banquet room in my quarters, we‘ll eat in there.” The tall girl nods and goes to make the call.
Bulma looks at the others speculatively, “I just remembered something, you four are going to need bigger quarters!”
Serera chuckles as she glances over at Raditz from the phone before dialing, “Yeah you’re right I don’t think we would both fit on my single bunk.” She’s nearly as tall as her Truemate.
ChiChi just blushes, “I thought it would just be cozy.”
Bulma looks at muscular Kakarot, “Tight cozy.” She grins as she thinks of something, “There are those extra apartments next to my quarters. You can all stay in them until other arrangements can be made.” Then she reconsiders, “In fact now I’ll be able to make those apartments into your permanent quarters! We can have any other dignitaries stay someplace else, not that we get many anyway. I never liked the fact that you two had to go so far to get back to your quarters, especially with all the late hours we work. I would have done this earlier if I could have figured out how to get around the damned protocols.”
“But those are diplomatic quarters!” protests ChiChi.
“I know,” Bulma grins, “and as Commander Azure I determine when to assign them to foreign diplomats. I think our mates fit that qualification quite nicely, you can‘t get much more foreign than being from another planet!”
Serera hangs up the phone shaking her head in puzzlement. “I swear...,”
“What?” asks her mate in instant concern.
The redhead looks at his face and reassures him, “Nothing to be worried about. It was probably just someone laughing at a joke.”
Bulma goes back to her desk and boots up the computer. “Transferring quarters assignments, Captains Serera and ChiChi, from singles in Dome Six to doubles in Dome One, Fourth Floor.
Apartment D2 is now assigned to Ambassador Raditz and Captain Serera.
Apartment D3 to Ambassador Kakarot and Captain ChiChi.” She smiles, “Now you’re all set.”
“Hey we’ve come up in the universe Raditz, we’re ambassadors now!” Grins Kakarot.
“Don’t let it go to your head, clown.” Admonishes Vegeta. “We have more pressing concerns.”
Kakarot turns serious, “I know the Ginyu’s and Frieza.” He looks fondly at his mate, “But now there’s something to fight for, not just against.” He pulls ChiChi into his arms and smiles down at her.
Hearing this confirms Bulma’s earlier conclusions, the three women exchange knowing looks.
Then Bulma says, “Let’s go I’m sure the food’s been delivered by now, we don’t want it to get cold.”
The three Saiyans moods perk back up at the prospect of eating and they all head back upstairs.
As they enter Bulma’s quarters the group is surprised to find subdued lighting and soft romantic music playing. Entering the dining room they find lit candles on the table, and a three tiered wedding cake sitting on the buffet with a bottle of her parent’s best champagne beside six crystalline flute glasses. There’s a note sitting beneath the bottle. “Since you didn’t get to have a fancy wedding ceremony sweetheart, you should at least have a wedding cake! Love Your Parents” with a hastily added postscript saying, “I ordered this special wedding supper for all of you before I left. Mom.”
The banquet table is set with a feast, of the finest fare. Dishes that are normally only prepared for visiting dignitaries, Oysters Rockefeller, Blue lobsters, Kobe steaks, pate with black and white truffles, golden strawberries and cream. The Saiyan’s nostrils flare taking in the exquisite aromas.
“Leave it to my mom to think of this.” Chuckles Bulma, “She can throw a party together in ten minutes!”
As they look over the spread, Serera smiles, “It might be enough for one of them but not all three and us. I’m gonna call back down and makes sure that they still send up the rest of the food we ordered. No wonder I heard laughing over the phone, they knew this stuff was already waiting for us.”
Bulma nods, “But this can serve as an appetizer!”
Kakarot is practically drooling. “Are we gonna eat or not?”
The girls laugh at the pathetic look on his face.
“Yes go ahead and sit down guys, we’ll dish it up for you.” Quips ChiChi, then she blushes when she notices the look in her truemate’s eyes and remembers what being fed by a female means to a Saiyan.
Bulma nods, and goes over to pour the champagne, then placed a filled flute in front of each plate.
Vegeta frowns, “What’s this stuff?”
“It’s a fermented drink, this one is an extra special sparkling wine reserved for special occasions or celebrations.” She explains.
The Prince sniffs at it, looking skeptical, “It smells odd, does it contains alcohol?”
Bulma nods, “A little, but not much.”
Raditz eyes the glass, “We usually don’t consume spirits. Alcohol impairs our physical reactions.”
Serera nods in agreement, “It does the same to us but if we enjoy it in moderation it merely relaxes and gives us a pleasant feeling.”
Vegeta nods “Saiyans have the same kind of reaction, we just prefer to avoid such things.”
Bulma looks crestfallen, “Not even one glass?”
Vegeta looks at his Truemate, “I suppose one glass wouldn’t harm us too much.”
“Just enough for a toast.” She lifts her glass, the other women lift theirs, at a nod from Vegeta the others copy them.
“May our lives together be as happy as they are now!” Says Bulma heartfeltly and then she sips the Champagne. The Saiyans copy her. Then they all start eating.
A few minutes later an automated food delivery robot brings up the rest of the food, the women are nearly full but the Saiyans are still eating at full tilt.
The women get up and refill the table.
After the Saiyans polish everything off, the girls load the dishes back on the ‘bot and it trundles away.
Then Bulma leads them back into the living room of her apartment. They all settle in couples, cuddling.
*“Well how do you like it, it‘s not exactly home but it‘s no uncomfortable.”* She sends to Vegeta.
The Saiyan Prince looks around, the room is filled with serviceable if not luxurious furniture.
Bulma had forgone most of her usual luxuries, more concerned with the fighting and winning the war than her own comforts.
Vegeta can see that it’s obviously a military oriented apartment, a bit more comfortable than the ordinary but that’s because it belongs to a high ranking Officer. He’s satisfied, it’s apparent that his mate understands wartime necessities.
*“It’s adequate.”*
She looks over at the other two couples,*“Your apartments are similar to this one, without the attached banquet room.”*
ChiChi smiles, *“Reminds me of what my home was like before it was destroyed in the first attack.”*
*“I never lived is a place this big before,”* grins Serera, looking at her mate, *“this is gonna be fun!”*
Vegeta glances meaningfully out the window, dusk is falling. Raditz ever sensitive to his Royal Sibling catches the hint,*“Come on let’s go explore our quarters.”* He pulls his mate up by the hand, *You coming Kakarot?”*
The young Saiyan nods glancing at his Prince, Vegeta’s eyes are riveted to Bulma and there’s a shimmering glow in them.
Vegeta’s blood still has remnants of the hormonal upheaval from resisting his imperative flowing in it. It will take him a couple of extra days before he’s more like his normal self. Until then he needs to mate often or the imperative will reoccur.
Kakarot smiles, understanding and then takes ChiChi by the hand and follows his brother out, leaving the Prince and his mate their privacy.
The door closes behind them.
“My Saiyana,” he pulls her into his lap and buries his face in her neck inhaling her scent.
She sighs softly, and twines her arms around his neck as he laps at her mating mark. “Oh ‘Geta I can hardly believe that I’m so happy.”
His eyes glow into hers wolfishly, as he opens her blouse.
She leans back to make it easier.
Lips find flesh and sensations begin to flow between them.
Guided by her responses he teases her into full receptivity.
Breathless she struggles to relieve him of his garments. He aids her and soon they are one once more, joined together as one flesh.
The ecstasy fills both of them as they finally sate one and other‘s desire. Vegeta roars once more.
Bulma smiles, *“Are you gonna do that every time? It’s kinda embarrassing.”*
He looks into her eyes, with amusement, *“It will only occur until I’ve cleared my blood of the primary mating urge.”*
She looks around at their scattered clothing and starts gets up so she can gather them, but a furry tail encircles her waist pulling her back to him. *“Leave that for tomorrow, show me where we sleep.”*
She looks down at his tail it’s tip flicks back and forth tickling a very sensitive spot, stimulating her again.
*“I think I’ve created a monster! You’re insatiable!”* But with a happy smile.
Still tethered by his tail she leads him to the bedroom.
His tail lifts her from her feet and tosses her lightly onto the bed then he follows with a grin and they make love again, he coughs soft roars in the back of his throat until the triumphant one explodes from him again upon completion.
Relaxing after she curls softly into the curve of his side, under his left arm, her head on his shoulder as her fingers stroke lightly at the mating mark she had placed on him. *“Why do you say it was your fault Frieza destroyed your world?”*
*“Because of that blasted prophecy.”* Vegeta’s face hardens, *“Even though it was repeated three times, Frieza only heard it once, at my dedication! That’s how he knows about it and why he killed all the rest of the Saiyans.”*
*“The prophecy that Kakarot mentioned, the one that predicts the Frigid Empire’s downfall?”* she frowns.
The Black Phoenix nods, *“Frieza’s determined to stop it from happening.”*
*“Can you tell me the words of the prophecy?”* she asks.
He nods the quotes *“The golden shall ignite vanquishing the dark triumvirate, restoring what was lost in even greater glory.”*
He looks at her face next to his, *“We understand the vanquishing part and now maybe even the restoration.”* He tightens his arms around her with a small smile. *“But what no one can figure out is what the golden ignites means. Only that somehow, it concerns me, Kakarot and Raditz, because the prophecy was spoken over all of us at our dedications.”*
*“And that’s why you blame yourself.”* She looks at him gravely.
He gives a curt nod.
She lifts up on her elbow and looks searchingly into his face,*“You shouldn’t, it really isn’t your fault.”*
She leans down to kiss him and he can smell her sweet breath, suddenly his eyes widen. He grabs her by the shoulders and rolls over pinning her to the bed. There’s a sudden brightness gleaming in his eyes and a grin appears on his face.
*“You’ve conceived!!!”*
*“Already?”* She looks up at him in confusion, *“How can you tell?”*
His face is filled with happiness, *“You’re scent has altered, it’s very subtle but Saiyan noses are extremely sensitive especially when it comes to our mates.”*
*“I didn’t think it would happen so fast.”* Her eyes are shining, seeing his face she knows her suspicions were right. *“This is what you wanted then! What you were hoping for?”*
He nods, *“The heir is Saiyan Honor made flesh.”*
*“Do you want to go tell the others?”* She asks shyly.
*“It can wait till tomorrow my Saiyanna, we have tonight for ourselves.”* He lowers his face to hers and with a kiss filled with his love, begins to transport them once more.....
To be continued...