If she had known sooner, the requirements to becoming Queen, Lema would have never signed up for the arena. She snarled at the offending semestresses, ripping at the confining material. "Leave!"

"My lady, you must..." Lema swatted the sewing needles and bolts of material with her tail, watching in satisfaction as a picture of water fell on the expensive silk.

"I am not a puppet. Take your things and get out!" Her green eyes were enough to encourage them to do as she wished. They fled from the royal chambers, barely aware of King Vegeta as he came into the room. He scowled at the enraged female, but she simply crossed her arms and met his glare with one of her own. Two days before the ceremony and she didn't have a single garment ready. King Vegeta had thought things would be easier with Lema, but she was as stubborn and willful as the day they had first met. He didn't dare allow the corners of his lips to curl upwards, not if he was to regain control of her defiant and rebellious behavior.

"Lema..."

"No!" She snarled, refusing to give in. Lema didn't want to defy Vegeta, but if she gave in now, then she would start to lose a piece of herself that could never be regained. "We go through this every night and my answer remains the same! I'm not wearing any of those stupid..."

King Vegeta's gaze narrowed, a menacing growl filling the large room. She could quickly feel his patience growing thin, and prepared herself. He had promised to never hurt her, but... A part of her wanted to run, but she stood her ground when he closed the distance between them. Not since the arena had he initiated contact, nor would he again until after the ceremony. His eyes were like two glittering gyms, beautiful and very deadly to those that tested his control.

He felt her growing fear and doubt, yet she continued to stand her ground. It wasn't really him that she feared. Lema was used to pain. Vegeta hissed, shocked that she was preparing herself for the inevitable, not truly believing he would never raise his hand to strike her. "I have other ways to get what I want, little one," he growled.

"NO!" Alarmed, Lema jumped back, but she was too late as he quickly snatched her waist and yanked her forward. Violence Lema could fight against, but Vegeta's methods were maniuplative and always worked. He would get what he wanted and there was little she could do about it.

King Vegeta studied his soon to be Queen. He would never strike her, and he would have used alternative tactics to get what he knew should be done. Yet the single tear that slid down her face, Lema knowing he would get his way if he carried through with his plan, was the breaking point. Furiously, he whirled her around, two powerful arms wrapping around her waist. She waited, but the minutes slowly dragged by, and after about ten minutes she started to realize he was simply holding her.

"Why do you challenge me, Lema? I have fairly and successfully beaten you in the Arena. Why do you resist the impossible?"

Lema felt her fear begin to fade, and then she felt it, a deep hurt and confusion. Startled, she tilted her head back, spotting the unguarded pain she had caused. All her resistance faded, Lema shyly reaching up to stroke his neck with her tongue. He hissed, not wanting his body to react so easily. "It is not you that I resist," she whispered, attempting to persuade him. Perhaps she had been going at this the wrong way... "You said that you would never hurt me..." Slowly, kiss-by-kiss, she turned, her fingers wrapping around his muscled biceps. He was a perfect statue, his gaze watching her wearily. "Why did you choose me, Vegeta? You could have had anyone else?"

He closed his eyes, tilting his neck back as her teeth nipped sharpley. King Vegeta needed to walk away, to restrain himself until the ceremony. "If I wanted a damn noble bitch; I would have chosen one years ago!" His hands moved to her hips, fingers biting into her flesh. The proper thing would have been to leave at that precise moment, when he still had the chance. Every good intention flew out the window the moment their mouths connected, Lema shly stroking her tongue across his lips. He allowed her entry, letting her explore. For the moment, he would be gentle, his more dominating side quickly rising to claim the smaller female.

"Is that truly your desire? You want me for myself, yet you try to dress me as a noble elite?" Lema was playing with fire, but it didn't matter. She wanted Vegeta to lose control. She wasn't physically stronger than him, but there was more than one way to passify a stubborn ruler.

That's not what he wanted! Was it? He couldn't think straight, a vicious snarl ripped from his very core. Grabbing both her legs, he hoisted her up, and tossed her down across a sofa. Her legs draped over an arm and Vegeta held her in place as he gazed down upon his mate. Now that he thought about it, the silly colors and frills were stupid. Who the hell had declared that women had to wear such stupid attire? She couldn't even fight in the damn contraption should a need arise!

Lema gasped, watching the black of his eyes vanish, replaced with feral red. Vegeta was in the grip of a Saiya-jin rage, a state of mind that could kill her if she moved or said the wrong thing. "Mine..." She whimpered, torn between flight and battle. Lema was the type that would fight for her survival, even against a mate she didn't fully understand. Despite all her knowledge of the past, times and events have changed them. "No one..." he bit out, tracing the curves of her collar, "Will have you!" In a single jerk, the material slid to the floor in shreds, leaving her exactly the way he wanted her.

Sinking to his knees, he secured her legs around his neck and attacked, satisfied as she shrieked in stunned pleasure. Her hips rose, but he forcefully pinned them down, slowly drawing and tracing his tongue around her clit. Again and again he allowed the pressure to build, but before reaching the edge and falling, he would intentionally deny her the ultimate goal. "None will dare to harm you!"

"Idiot!" she whailed, desparately needing release. "My job is to keep you alive!" Vegeta lifted his head, holding her in suspense. He stood, his hands caging her in. She felt the tip of his dick press against her vagina, pausing for barely a second.

"Lema..." He roared, slamming into her with all his strength, pulled out and repeated the movement. "Never!" He snapped, setting a brutal pace that gave her little room to move. Imprisoned against the arm rest of the counch, unable to pull away or thrust upwards, she had little choice but to hang on for the ride. Vegeta's power began to grow, spiking through the room and creating an explosive reaction throughout the entire castle. Every window shattered and his power showed no signs of stopping.

In a golden flash he climaxed, sending her over the edge as he filled her, continuing to pump into her tight passage. He stroked her cheek, still thrusting into his mate. "Let the semestresses do their job; you will not dislike the clothes."

She could not deny him. Sensing this, Vegeta pulled out, flipped Lema to her stomach and quickly thrust back in. His eyes widened, his dick surrounded with tight and warm walls. Capturing her hips, he leaned forward, his lips pressed against her ear. "Submit to me, Lema."

Lema cried out with each thrust, each one becoming more violent. The room was filled with animalistic snarls, and several hours and one pacif female later, Vegeta clamped down on her marked shoulder and released a final time. If she wasn't pregnant before, he was almost certain the last twelve hours would have been the turning point. "I might have a solution to the dress; however, you must agree to allow the women to do their jobs."

She slowly turned her head back to him, searching for signs of untruth or trickery. Lema was too exhausted to argue with Vegeta further. "You mean it? I don't have to..."

"Promise, or the deal is off and I'll make you wear the thing regardless of your feelings!"

Lema would do anything he wanted if it kept her out of a dress. Even her father had never succeeded with such an atrocity and she wasn't about to change her view on the matter now. She also knew how much Vegeta had sacrificed his pride to give into her and would not make him regret his decision. He saw her visibly relax, exposing her throat to him in submission. Vegeta could only blink, confused by the sudden change in her demeanor. Was it really that simple?

Vegeta left the room, ordering the semestresses back to Lema's chambers. Giving a few short commands, he left them, hoping he wouldn't get another report from his guards. Bardock had been forced to send Vegeta after a week of failure on preparing Lema for the ceremony. Her uncle could have managed Lema, but he found it much more amusing to have King Vegeta effectively manage his new mate.

Lema gave no further trouble afterwards, everyone sighing in relief as she was quickly and efficiently prepared for the next several hours. Bardock had to admit, he liked the change from the traditional female attire. Lema was a perfect match in every way to Vegeta and he was proud of her. It took an emotionally strong female to stand up to King Vegeta.

She was dressed in the royal colors of the crown. Her uniform was black with purple trimings on the sides and collar. Draped around her shoulders was a black cloak with purple underneath that clasped at her shoulders. She carefully tied her tail around her waist, allowing the cloak to prevent anyone to snatch it.

"Not bad," Bardock growled, circling her one last time.

"Bardock, did I have a choice?"

"Did you want a choice?"

She shook her head, content that Vegeta had claimed her. There would have never been another to take his place, even if she had refused his offer in the Arena. "Will it make a difference?"

Bardock shrugged, as if it didn't matter anymore. He took everything as it came, always hoping for the best. Finally, she turned to him, ready for the next step. "Thank you," She said, "For everything. I only wish..."

"Turles can see what I see, child."

"He hates..."

'The past is not your concern, little one.' There was a fond affection in her father's voice, and acceptance she never sensed before now. 'Do not prove me right. Stay alive...'

"She is not one of us!" The council roared in outrage. "We cannot allow..."

"The ancients have chosen!" Vegeta snarled, strained to his limits.

"Another has vanished! She is a bad omen! We must eliminate..." The priest was dead, never finishing his last statement. The others backed away, startled and shocked at Vegeta's brutallity. He had always respected their positions before, fearing to defy the ancients. It was the female...

"Anything else..." Vegeta growled dangerously. They withdrew, but he knew better than to dismiss them. It worried him that another ancient had vanished, but he chose to trust them. Quietly he entered the chambers, noticing right away which had vanished.

The three remaining Ancients appeared before him, their gaze sad and troubled. "Protect her. She is the key to the legendary ones, to the hope of saving our race. The child to come, first he may be, will not be the future heir of Vegeta-sai. Spare his life you must and all else will fall into place. Fail in this task and all shall fall."

Vegeta tried to place the oldest of the Ancients, the most powerful. Who was he? None of the history books spoke of him; only the other seven. Was this the Ancient that would surpass the power of Bardock? "What do I do?"

"Give the first born to Cowli. Along with Cowli will go two others, as they will re-join with Raditz and Dillon. The first will be revealed soon, while the other is Zucca's royal guard. Twenty years must pass before the child Cowli takes appears on Earth and there destiny will unite. The child must never fall to Frieza."

"Thank you." King Vegeta barely knew Frieza, an Ice-jin that terrorized space. Saiya-jins usually stayed away from their territory.

"Your path is not an easy one, but you must endure if she is to succeed. Will you accept?"

"She will not stand alone," Vegeta vowed, watching the Ancients bow and vanish.

Lema walked with Bardock on her right, Cowli on her left. It felt strange having an escort to Vegeta's throne room, but King Vegeta had insisted. No one was to question her honor while out of her chosen mate's presence. Half way to her destination, a familiar sound caused her to stop. It was the sound of flesh connecting with flesh, a whimper of pain following close behind the blow.

Eyes bleeding red, Lema turned in the direction of the sound, ignoring the protest of Bardock and Cowli. She started to feel her Uncle's tail wrap around her waist, but she continued forward until she turned the corner and froze. Trapped in a corner was a female servant, her hands lowered to her side as a female elite continuously slapped her across the face, punched her in the ribs, or squeezed the woman's tail.

"ENOUGH!" Lema commanded, her voice vibrating throughout the halls. They were not far from the throne room, guards stationed at every corner. Two stood not twenty feet away, doing nothing as one Saiya-jin savagely beat another.

"This is not your concern," the elite spat, raising her fist to strike the female again. Lema made a move to stop her, but to everyone's surprise, it was Cowli that caught the next blow, the female's fist slamming into his cheek full force. A pin could have been heard hitting the floor, the silence was defeaning. On his right shoulder, he bore the symbol of a royal protector, a symbol that was above the elite status.

A trickle of blood fell from the corners of his mouth, his lips pulling back into a snarl. Lema again tried to intervene, but this time it was Bardock who forcibly held her back, using both his arms and tail to hold her in place. "Do not!" he hissed in her ear.

Lema wanted to go to the cowering female, her heart breaking with each bruise that were now forming on her face, arms, and legs. The female had yet to say anything, her head lowered submissively from the group. "Let go of me, Bardock!"

"Lema," Cowli snarled, "I will deal with this." Her friend was not normally this angry. She watched him carefully, gasping as his tail subconsciously began to wrap around the wounded female's waist. The female looked just as startled, her head momentarily jerking up to stare at the tall male between her and the enraged elite.

It wouldn't matter, her beating would only be that much worse once this one and his friends had left. Cowli turned his head, memorizing every mark, every cut, before giving his attention back to the elite. "Bardock, I am not as familiar with Saiya-jin law as yourself. The penalty for striking a royal guard..."

Bardock shrugged; "You could kill her; it would be your right."

"No," Cowli smirked, his eyes cold and hard. "Take Lema and go."

"Cowli, you can't!" Lema protested, struggling desparately to break free of her captor's arms. Bardock didn't strain, easily holding her back. It frightened her to know how powerful he trully was.

"I will not kill her," Cowli promised. "Lema, go. You cannot arrive late to the ceremony."

"Damn the ceremony!" Horrified, Bardock released her, giving her the chance to rush to the badly beaten Saiya-jin, gently brushing her fingers over the rising marks. "If this is the way things are, I want nothing to do with it!"

"She is mine to do as..."

Cowli slammed the elite against the wall, his hands choking off her air. "She is a Saiya-jin, not a slave!"

"She is a... servant!" The elite spat, hatefully. "All they're good for..."

"You know nothing about the worth of a servant!" Lema snarled, the room exploding in a golden light. Everyone gasped, not believing their eyes. Her hair had gone from black to gold, her eyes sparkling emeralds. Electricty sparked at the walls, pushing back any that were too close.

"My lady, please..." The frightened servant begged, fearing her master once they were alone. "I will be..."

"No," Cowli snapped. "Who is your father?"

"I'm an orphan."

Orphans rarely obtained a status of their own, having no one to teach them the basic skills of survival. "Then I claim you as my servant," Cowli decreed. "As for you," he bit out, applying more pressure to her neck, "If there are any others among your house hold, I hereby claim them as well. You are no longer an elite, stripped of your status and rank. I don't care where you go or how you do it, but if I see you in these halls again, I'll personally make an example of you."

"You can't do this!" The female screamed in fury, forgetting that Cowli could snap her neck like a twig. Her eyes flew to Lema, filled with cruel hate. "This is all your fault! You're nothing but field trash. If it weren't for your guardian, you'd be nothing more than..."

The walls around them crumbled to dust, raining around everyone. If they thought Lema was terrifying, none of them were prepared for King Vegeta. In a single move, the elite female was on her knees, clutching at her chest. Lifting his head to the guards, "Take her. If she resists, kill her!" Several guards scrambled to obey, none daring to defend the former elite's honor.

"Bardock, why is she not in the throne room?"

"I won't go!" King Vegeta growled, his gaze moving to Lema. Bardock knew Lema could be stubborn, but this was not stubborn pride, but pure defiance.

"Lema, I told you in the Arena, and I'll tell you now. You are mine!"

"I belong to no one! How could you let a servant be treated like this?" Her hair and eyes returned to normal, angry tears streaking down her face.

"Lema," Bardock protested, trying to calm the despair in Lema's heart. This was the last thing any of them needed.

"You're no better!" Lema cried. "If I had never come here, would you have stopped this?" He was forced to look away, knowing he couldn't deny her accusations. Lema turned away, wanting nothing more to do with the royal circle, Vegeta or...

"You will not leave..." It was a dangerous warning, one that brought cold fear to everyone in the room. She made it two feet before a tail whipped around her waist, pulling her back. "Lema... Tell me what to do and it will be done. You cannot leave..." His voice had dropped several octaves, frantic to make her stay. She was intent on going; how did he convince her that things could be different and that he wanted them to be different?

Lema was so torn. She wanted to believe that he was once her life mate so very long ago. Yet times have changed him. Saiya-jins have been dominating each other for centuries now and she was so tired of seeing the strong prey on the weak. "How?" She finally whispered. "The damage has been done, Vegeta."

"The damage will remain if you walk away," he tempted, giving her any reason to stay with him. Vegeta had the power to force her, but he wanted so much more. "Please," he growled, lightly nipping at her neck, "Give me time."

"Vegeta..." Looking up, Lema was immediately lost. There was something about him she couldn't stay no. "I don't want to be a shadow, a whisper as Saiya-jins pass me by as if I didn't exist. Your mother doesn't exist. Females don't exist. Servants don't exist in the eyes of the elite. It's wrong... Servants are only servants by chance. If you were not the son of a king, where would you be?"

"We are who we are for a reason, Lema. I cannot say that I would have done anything different; I had little choices if I were to survive. Will you stay? Lema, I don't need another elite or another guard." Not caring what anyone else would think, he stroked her cheek, displaying his affection for the little female. "I need you," he admitted, pleading to her that she had the power to make or break him.

Lema couldn't deny him, turning into his embrace. His arms circled around her, hugging her tight as if he had won a major battle, but not the war. Vegeta's hold on her was very fragile. The bond was unbreakable between them, but Lema was very capable of pushing aside her desires, needs, and instincts for a goal that was right and for the good of the people.

She buried her head against his armor, loving his strong scent. Lema could find him anywhere, her tail making its way to entertwine with her mate's. "Is it always going to be like this?"

Vegeta purred, instinctively soothing his mate. Their relationship was growing stronger, but he never knew if what he said or did would set them back at square one. Force had always been his first approach, but not with her. A vicious snarl brought them back, reminding them that they were not alone. Lema tried to jerk away, but Vegeta retained his hold on her. They turned to Cowli, his stance still ready for battle.

A couple of servants had appeared to take the injured female, but Cowli kept pushing her back, crowding her further into the corner. "What's wrong with him?" Lema asked. A vision slammed into her, and judging from the way Bardock tensed, the same had happened to him. Vegeta kept her steady, watching her intently until the energy had faded. He instinctively knew this cowering servant was the one the Ancient had foretold moments before.

Very slowly, she withdrew from Vegeta, approaching her friend cautiously. "My friend, please calm yourself."

Cowli curled back his lip, his mind clouded in a red cloud of fury. "She will not be harmed." The injured female tried to get by Cowli, but he only reacted more aggressively, making the situation very dangerous. "Do not move," Lema gently encouraged, trying to calm the frightened girl. She had no reason to trust any of them, but her upbringing would cause her to obey in fear of retaliation. "It is you he seeks to protect. Please, I think you're the only one that can calm him."

Several guards had entered the corridor, prepared to take down the enraged Saiya-jin. "Vegeta..." Lema called to.

"Leave him!" King Vegeta commanded. "Female, what do you call yourself?"

"Arico, your majesty."

"You are the only one that can safely touch him. I cannot force this decision; it must be your own. We cannot afford to lose even one Saiya-jin. Will you help him?"

All eyes were on the enraged male, but more so on the female as she stared in sheer terror. His tail was swishing back and forth, making large dents in the walls. Arico avoided people stronger than herself unless summoned by her master; apparently no longer. He did take a blow meant for her. She could still see the blood rolling down his chin, hitting the floor unnoticed. That day, everyone witnessed a miracle and true courage. Despite her fear, having never met the male, she touched his arm, moving her hand until it brushed aside the trail of blood.

"I'm alright," she stuttered. Taking a deep breath, not wanting to see the male harmed, not for her. She wasn't anyone; he was a royal guard. Why was he protecting her anyway? Royal elite's never bothered with 'nobody's' like herself.

"You're wrong," Lema reassured. "You're far more important than you could ever know. Judge yourself not by the status in which we are born, but the courage found in all Saiya-jins. He has chosen you."

"No!" Arico gasped, backing away. "He can do better than me! I'm not worthy..."

Cowli followed her movements, his mind and heart controlled by instinct. There had to be a part of her friend somewhere behind the mindless rage. "Cowli, she needs medical attention. Will you take her?"

The red slowly began to recede. He began to look around, recognizing Lema, a lot of guards, and a very frightened female. She was cowering behind Lema. Cowli struggled between Lema and the female; his loyalties torn. "Take her," Lema encouraged. "You are not like the other elite soldiers, Cowli. Show her the friend that I know and trust."

"I can't..." Cowli snapped, turning his head away. "My loyalties come to you first. Anything or anyone else doesn't matter. That is the path I chose and I will honor my vow."

He was trembling. Slowly she reached up and took his face between her hands, hissing as a wave of pain slammed into her. Cowli was in agony, fighting against powerful instincts to keep his promise. "Then as my royal guard, I command you to take and protect her. She is no longer a servant."

"I will not abandon..."

"Do as she says," Bardock snapped. The last vision had taken a lot out of him, his gaze troubled. This had not been expected, but for the first time, their was a chance to change the future and it was through this match and one other. It was all because Lema had chosen to stop, to interfere between an elite and her servant. This was why Lema was needed; she was the link that would guide the Saiya-jin race. Many would die, but in the end, they will become what they had been in the beginning.

Crossing his arm over his chest, he knelt, recognizing Lema as the new Queen. "Bardock!" Lema protested. "Shouldn't we be in..." One-by-one, the Saiya-jins began to kneel. Walking through the crowd of guards and spectators came Zucca, a soft smile on her face. In her hands, she held a small crown. Lema backed away, not wanting to take what rightfully belonged to Vegeta's mother.

"Lema, you are so much like your mother. There is so much you don't know and you have finally taken what was rightly hers to begin with."

"What are you talking about, mother?"

Bardock growled, "Twenty years ago, Leana challenged King Vegeta's father. He refused, disgracing himself in the Arena. Leana gave him no alternative, invoking her rights as the royal protector of Zucca. Her statement enraged your father, but everyone knows that all loyalties goes to the one we declare our protection upon. All others come second. Your father refused to obey the laws of the Ancients and took Zucca to be his wife without declaring it before the Arena."

"The fight was over before it began. That day, if she had wanted it, Leana could have taken the throne and no one would have stopped her. Before everyone, she had forced your father to submit the fight to Leana."

"Why does no one speak of her then?"

"After she died," Zucca continued, "Your father made the mention of Leana illegal in the palace. The older warriors know who she is; you have only to ask them. Leana refused to take her rightful place, instead choosing to protect myself from the bastard. Fasha was the only one of our group to survive, and only because Bardock appeared in time to save her life."

"Then why does my father think I wasn't able to fight?"

"Lema, you must understand, Turles lost a very important part of himself. You cannot see the bond between yourself and Vegeta. However, what do you see with Cowli and Arico? It is much more than a union between a male and female, but a perfect match that can be found only once. His Oozuru recognized her immiediately and once that perfect match is gone, the desire to live also leaves. You father is a very rare Saiya-jin. He has survived the death of his soul mate, but it has left him scarred and a bitter person."

She felt his tail without having to look down. This was why she couldn't walk away from him. They had been a perfect match in the beginning and they were a perfect match now. "I never wanted the throne," Lema finally said. "I just wanted..."

"Don't you understand, Lema?" Cowli said. "From the moment you entered our lives, you have been slowly changing centuries of brutal hate. Before you came, none of us would have batted an eye at what you stopped today. We cannot change the past, but we can change the future. King Vegeta simply wandered the caslte; he hated everyone. He didn't know any other way."

"Bardock was simply existing. He had no real way to stop the future..." Zucca pleaded, joining her mate. "That all began to change with you. Another piece has fallen into place. The future cannot change if you walk away, Lema. Are you still afraid?"

"You leave me little choice," Lema grinned. "Besides, your son has these little tantrums when I start telling him no." Vegeta's tail smacked her leg, a promise to repay her in private later.

Rising to her feet, Zucca placed the crown on Lema's head, breaking centuries of tradition. The new queen was always declared in the throne room of the Kings, but here she was before a crowd of servants, guards, and royalty. "Cowli, take Arico to the medical facility."

"But..."

"She will be protected, Cowli."

Cowli knew it was useless to argue, taking the frightened female by the arm. She dragged her feet, her fears growing. Growling, he easily lifted her into his arms, his tail once again finding its way around her waist.

"Why did you insist on their match, Vegeta?" Lema would support her mate, but she had yet to fully understand her vision. He had seen her vision through their bond.

"All I can say for certain is that the future has never had two choices. One is life and one is certain death for our race. Their match is another piece of that second path to survival. As for you... Are you accepting of our match, Lema? I want not a part of you, but all of you." She slowly pulled her armor away, allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft thud. Vegeta stared at her nude form for what seemed an eternity. Lema needed to understand that there was no Vegeta without Lema and no Lema without Vegeta. If one died so did the other. He couldn't demand her compliance, so how did he get her to rely on him? She had to say the words. An idea slowly took place and with a very arrogant smirk, Vegeta made his way until he towered above her, pushing her back until she stumbled onto the bed.

Lema didn't struggle, allowing Vegeta to take full control and slam her wrists against the mattress. He was lightning fast, throwing his legs around her waist until she had no chances of bucking him off. Vegeta fought his Oozuru's need to ravage his wife. She was still very innocent for the demands he wanted to make of her...

His eyes gradually lost their red glow, but his deisre was no less intense. She tested the strength of his grip, unable to pull her wrists free. Inch-by-inch, he lowered his head until their noses touched. "You will give yourself to me; all of you, your mind, body and soul. I will accept nothing less."

"Vegeta..." She whimpered. Lema could barely think through her haze of desire. Vegeta simply held her, gently stroking every inch of her body. She bucked and pleaded, but he continued to take his time. His tongue reached to trace the curve of her ear, feeling her gasp.

"Do I stop?" he growled softly.

"No..." she whispered. "Vegeta... Please..."

"It's not enough, Lema. All of you; give yourself to me completely."

Kissing a trail down her stomach, he paused at the dark curls, attempting to hide what belonged to him. He curved his arms beneath her knees, locking them around her legs until they were wide apart and secured. With the tip of his thumb and fore finger, he took the small nub of her clit and pinched. She shrieked, unable to pull away or thrust forward.

Vegeta took his tongue and began a very slow tease, flicking it across her clit. She had no where to go, no avenue of escape. He denied her going over the edge, keeping her close but always teetering. Sweat drenched her body and yet he continued his assault. Her mind barely comprehended anything past the pleasure, but the icing on the cake was his tail thrusting deep inside of her.

"Say it..." he demanded.

"Yours!" She shrieked.

He would give her the only gift he knew; one that went against everything he had been taught as a child. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but for her, to see the shadows disappear, Vegeta would give her this night. Slowly, he flipped them until she was the one on top, giving her complete control. His hands stroked her face, his fingers tunneling beneath her dark hair. "Tonight, this is my gift; do as you wish."

Lema froze, her eyes flying to meet his gaze. She thought she had imagined it, but everything was there, nothing hidden. Vegeta was allowing her compelete control, going against every instinct that made him who and what he was. She knew it was impossible, that his control would snap, but it was enough that he had offered. He wanted her as an equal, he wanted Lema and her savage nature, he wanted her... Vegeta had everything except for what she could give...

He looked so vulnerable, uncertain of his decision to allow her free reign. Lema had thought that was what she wanted. If it had been anyone else, she would have taken it without thought. Could it not be equal between them, with neither being in control of the other. With each other, they could let go of the masks and the shields they erected; they were safe with one another.

Slowly, never breaking eye contact, she lowered her head and touched his lips. It was strange, kissing him without the aggression. He immediately allowed her entry, stroking her tongue with his own. She did want him to lose control, but not before she had her fun.

Vegeta battled his Oozuru. He had no idea how much longer he could hold it back, his eyes closed. If she saw... He didn't want to frighten her. His hands rested against her hips, a contrast too the burning fire in his blood. 'Stay calm... Don't take control...' He kept telling himself this over and over again, but he was quickly losing the battle. She nibbled down his jaw, moving to the side of his neck. He snarled, his fingers digging into her flesh.

True to his word, he allowed her to do as she wanted, but Lema almost missed the other side. Despite the Oozuru taking control in the past, he had never harmed her. Would he let her bite him? Her teeth grazed the sensitive juncture between his shoulder and ear. "Lema..."

She didn't know if she would get a second chance and without a moment's hesitation, she clamped down, his roar filling the room. Lema was positive his eyes would be red and she was right when she lifted her head. Despite the change, Vegeta was still holding himself back. Lema couldn't hide it anymore.

Taking the red tail on her arm, she began to run her fingers through the silky fur. His response was feral, all Saiya-jin and very male. She smiled, laughing softly against his ear. "Anything I want..."

"Lema," he warned. "Continue this game and I will..."

She quickly made a trail down his stomach, licking and biting until she had reached her goal. He was thick and heavy, needing desparate attention. Her nails scraped his sensitive balls, watching his arousal jump. He was very close to losing it, his breath coming in large gasps. Her tongue snaked out, flicking across the head.

Vegeta knew his control was shattering, but he didn't care as her warm mouth swallowed him, moving up and down, her teeth scraping the sides of his dick. She set an insanely slow pace, speeding up only enough to keep him from regaining control. He had never imagined anything feeling this good, but the last thing he wanted was for her to finish in this manner.

She suckled him like a newborn to her mother's breast, speeding up until he was roaring. Lema's eyes widened as her mouth was filled with his cum. A little spilled before she licked it up, ensuring he was clean before she lifted her head and stared down at her husband. He was content for the first time in his life. She was finally and completely his. He stroked her thin waist, watching the fire build in her eyes. Lema hissed, shocked at the intensity of a simple touch. Her eyes flickered red before returning to normal. Vegeta smirked. "Again..." he growled. "I want all of you..."

His hands moved higher, stopping at the swell of her breasts. He was positive that her Oozuru would make up for her inexperience in time. Vegeta kissed her, distracting her from his mission. Lema whimpered as he pulled back. This was the same man that could kill without a ounce of remorse, but with her he would lift the mountains to keep her safe. She trusted him... The feeling was foreign to her nature, but it was a good feeling.

She slowly traced the lines on his arms and chest, reveling in the thought that she could. No other... Vegeta would never allow any other to touch him... Vegeta nipped at her shoulder. He was no gentle lover and they both knew it. Vegeta thought he had been ripped apart and hastily glued back together again as she touched the part that wanted her most.

Her eyes widened, surprised out how hard he was. Lema's hand gripped him in a steady ryhthm that had him snarling and whimpering against her throat. She was awed by the amount of control he was giving her, humbled by the enorminity of his gift. Vegeta could have taken what he wanted, with no regard to how she would feel during and afterwards.

Was this what it meant to have a soul mate? Is this how Bardock felt towards Zucca? Vegeta roared, clamping down on her shoulder as he fragmented a second time. He moved her above him, placing her just over his arousal. She couldn't believe he was still able to continue. "More!" Holding her hips, he thrust upwards, Lema shrieking in pleasure. Her head tilted back, her hands on his shoulders as she rode him, his hips meeting her every downward move.

Taking his thumb, he rubbed her clit, ensuring they maintained their pace. Her body shuddered, and in a single move, she was flat on her back, Vegeta giving her no chance to regain herself. His balls slapped against her ass, sure to leave a mark, but neither cared. He felt the pressure begin to build in a final thrust, he released deep inside, filling her with his seed. Vegeta wanted her pregnant, positive that she was.

Cyan snarled in frustration, dark circles beneath his eyes. It was nearly impossible not to intrude on his twin, but her feelings were so intense that he had to increase the dosage of sleep gas in his space pod. Soon he would be on his new home. Cyan knew he would never again see Vegeta-sai, but he would be reunited with his twin in the future.

"Stay alive..."

"Always," she promised.

Vegeta was finally catching up on his much neglected work. Lema was asleep in his chambers and would remain there for several hours before she recovered. He wouldn't be surprised if she carried his child at this point. Vegeta had given her little rest, having taken her in every place that struck his fancy. She had been just as demanding, having finally given into her more primitive nature. He had the marks to prove it.

"Your majesty..." Vegeta growled, thinking he had the thrown room to himself. It was Nappa, an elite that enjoyed the suffering of others.

"Nappa..."

Nappa was careful to stay on the other side of the room, not trusting his strength against Vegeta. "You were always impossible to kill, but are you so lucky that you can survive the death of... I don't... Your life mate..."

Vegeta lunged for the doors, but a blast had him flying back. Nappa chuckled. "She should have died twenty years ago... No matter, Paragus will finish what he started..."

He could have killed Nappa, but something about what he said kept him stalling for time. Lema could take care of herself, but... "Finish what?"

"Your father wanted her dead... Hell, he wanted the entire lot of them exterminated, especially Turles! I still don't understand why he didn't return to reclaim the throne, but now I understand he did it through the bitch! It's a shame she'll kill you in the process, but... Sacrifice is necessary to save the race."

Vegeta wasn't stupid enough to believe Nappa about Lema. If it was one thing he was certain, Lema had no desire to rule the throne. "I'll kill you..." Vegeta snarled.

"Before or after the poison sets in..." Vegeta glanced at the glass he had been drinking. 'Lema...' He needed her help, but Vegeta would never admit it to this traitor! With a roar, he attacked, shocked at how slow he had become. Nappa simply laughed, dodging each blow until Vegeta was too weak to continue.