Breathe

The story of a young girl who falls in love
with a dangerous serial killer.



Discovering The Bond & Love

     Bulma sat by her windowsill watching the ethereal drops of rain fall down onto the sidewalk. They resembled the way her tears dripped down her cream, silk cheeks. Life wasn't going so smoothly, anymore. She wished she could have Vegeta back in her life. She wished that he didn't hate her. Suddenly, something came to her mind while watching the rain. She'd go down to the station and demand to speak to Vegeta, even if he didn't want to talk to her.

      She got up from where she was sitting and opened the door and paraded down the stairs. As she was heading for the door, the subtle voice of her mother stopped her in her tracks.

      Bunny heard her daughter parade down the stairs and was curious as to where she could be going when it was raining out. "Bulma, hun. Where are you off to in this pouring rain?"

       "I'm going down to the station to talk to Vegeta."

       "I thought we told you to stay away from that ... criminal."

       "Mom, you don't understand. I can't stay away from him."

       "But honey, you've got such a nice boyfriend. Why don't you go and see him. I'm sure he'd love to spend some time with you."

       "No. Yamcha and I aren't seeing each other, anymore. I hate his rotten guts, and if I see him I'll get aggrivated and end up strangling him. Then Daddy will have to lock me up. I'm sure the last place we both want me to be is in prison. Look, if I tell you something, will you promise not to tell Daddy?"

       "If it's that confidential, okay. I promise."

       "I .. love.. Vegeta." She said in a whisper, hoping it was loud enough for her mother to hear it.

       "Can you repeat that a little louder, hun?"

       "I love Vegeta!!" She said in a cry, a few tears still dripped from her once bright aquamarine pools. Now, they were a darker shade and faded. She looked like hell, and needed to brighten up again, soon. Bulma was miserable knowing the only guy who could allow her to be herself hated her and was locked behind bars in her father's prison.

      Bulma couldn't stand the look on her mother's face and swung the door open and slammed it shut in a rage of emotion. She had known that Bunny wouldn't understand. Nobody ever would.

     Bunny watched as her daughter left and then a smile painted it's way across her face. Her little girl was all grown up, and was falling in love. This was the happiest day of her life, even if her choice of men was a little odd. She was just glad that somebody made her daughter happy.

At The Station

       The aquamarine haired beauty stormed down the hallway of the station. Her destination was where all the jail cells were. She turned the corner and marched down the stairs to the basement. She pulled her denim jacket more over her body, since it was freezing. It was a good thing she decided to wear bellbottoms today, although it was a bad idea that she wore a tanktop.

     Piccolo saw the Commander's daughter coming his way. He was almost certain that she was going to ask to speak to Vegeta. He had no idea what was going on between them, but it seemed like more than a friendship to him. Just as Bulma was about to speak, he said something that he was sure would be the answer to what she was about to say. "I'm sorry, Bulma. I can't let you see Vegeta. Commander's orders."

       "Come on! Please Piccolo! I have to speak to him. It's important. Pretty please! It's a life and death situation!"

       "I'm sorry, but it's just not possible. As a General, I have to follow these orders. Your father was so grateful to have that monster thrown behind bars that he gave everyone that helped out last night a promotion. Yamcha got a double promotion. He's now a Captain for his Squad. Why do you wanna talk to him, anyway?"

       "It's a long story, in which I can not explain."

       "I see." He paused for a moment to think, and then asked her a personal question. "How'd you two meet?"

      That question, made Bulma have a flashback to the very first day that they met. It wasn't that pleasant of a meeting, either.

FLASHBACK

       The seventeen year old was daydreamily walking towards her father's station, only to bump into something built like a wall, or rather, someone. Her crystal aquamarine gems glanced up at the person whom she happened to run into. Her body stiffened as she realized she was looking at the grim reaper, himself. The monstrous serial killer, the Black Flame.

      Vegeta glared down into the oddly colored eyes of the young girl standing before him. A smirk spread it's way across his burgundy lips. Oh, his day just got better. He was going to have a lot of fun getting this one to submit to him. "Who do you think you are, bitch? Running into me like that! I ought to slice your head off and put it on the top of my mantle."

     This guy may have been dangerous, but nobody talked to Bulma Briefs like that! "Excuse me, but who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that! I'm a lady, you ought to show me a little respect. Dickhead." As soon as that last word slipped, she was grabbed and had five blades and a fist lined against her throat.

     That drew the line for him. He grabbed her arm and flung her back against his chest. His hand moved to run through her soft, aquamarine tresses. His gloved hand with the blades sticking out between all five fingers lined up against her delicate throat. His face drew dangerously close to hers, and accidentally nuzzled her neck. Vegeta's hot breath tickled the back of her neck as he angrily whispered in her ear. "You're treading on thin ice, Onna. Don't make me have to kill you."

       Even though, she was being threatened, his ministrations were enjoyable, and gentle. Her cheeks heated as she realized she was thinking of how much more loving he could be. Bulma mentally scolded herself for thinking such thoughts. As the seventeen year old came back down to Earth, she started to struggle to get away, trying to avoid having the blades pressed further into her throat. In a moment, she was let go and then her eyes turned to take a glance at her attacker, and that's when she found herself lost in his beautiful onyx gems.

     He was confused, and nervous by the way she was staring at him. It made the killer uncomfortable. He growled and then snapped, "Stop looking at me like that! I've wasted enough time here, I've got more victims that I need to kill. I'll see you around, ...uh...."

       "Bulma."

       "What?"

       "My name is Bulma."

       "Oh."

       "What's your name? .. I don't want to keep having to call you 'The Black Flame' everytime I see you."

       "But what if you don't see me, or what if you don't remember who I am?"

       "Don't be so ridiculous. I never forget a face, especially yours. You murderous asshole."

       "Do you have a deathwish, woman?"

       "You can't kill me."

       "Ahaha. Are you saying I'm too coward to kill you? You are a foolish onna."

       "Maybe I am, BUT, you already had the chance to kill me, and you didn't do it. Perhaps it's because you feel some comfort talking to me, like you're doing right now?"

       "You are a foolish woman."

       "Whatever. You know I'm right. Now answer my question."

       "Vegeta."

       "Huh?"

       "My name is Vegeta. Now, I have more important things to do. Leave me alone you insignificant wench!" With that being said, he flew off towards the forest what his hideout lay, which his newly found friend would discover, soon.

       "You rude, disrespectful, little prick!" She shouted after him. What an eventful afternoon, she had. Bulma wondered how her parents would handle the news that she spent the afternoon argueing, and making friends with the famous serial killer that everyone feared. The aquamarine haired goddess giggled over the thought. He wasn't really that bad. He probably had a gentle and loving side to him. One thing she had to admit, was that he was handsome.

END OF FLASHBACK

     Bulma crashed down to reality as Piccolo re-asked his question. She shook her head, mentally and replied, "Oh, I bumped into him and he threatened to kill me. Then, we had a conversation and I told him he could not kill me even if he wanted to and he got mad and flew away. Um, I gotta take some time to think for a little bit. Tell my dad I said Hi.. and .. tell Yamcha that he's still an asshole. M'kay?"

     Yamcha just happened to be strolling down into the basement to give Vegeta his daily bread and water. "You're still a bitch." He smirked and walked towards Vegeta's cell.

       This was her chance! She made like she was going to follow Yamcha to insult him some more, until she felt a tug on her shirt and a couple of fingers brushing the back of her neck. Aquamarine crystalline pools glanced towards the one who was holding her back. Piccolo. The beauty should've known. "I don't care what my father says, I'm going to see him!"

     He instantly let go of her and shook his head and sighed. He hated to think what was going to happen when the Commander found out he let Bulma speak to Vegeta.

       "Come back here you little prick!" Bulma shouted. Then, she followed him towards Vegeta's cell.

       "I'm going to leave you here with this asshole. When he tears apart the iron bars and attacks you, don't come crying to me, babe." He set the bread and water down outside the cell. He was too afraid to open it and hand it to Vegeta. He walked off and let the two lovebirds have their time together.

       "Vegeta. You have to believe me."

       "I do, woman."

       "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that."

       "Hmph." Vegeta smirked and closed his eyes. A thought ran through his head. 'You have no idea how glad I am to see you. Curses, woman. You've got me becoming a softie.'

       "What did you say?"

       "All I said was 'Hmph.' Why?"

       "No. You said something else. You said I had no idea how glad you were to see me. Awe. That's so sweet, Vegeta."

       "I didn't say that, woman."

       "But I heard you say it!"

       "Remember when I told you I was a Saiya-jin?"

       Bulma thought for a moment and went into another flashback. This one was a little shorter than their first encounter.

FLASHBACK

     Bulma was sitting on the edge of Vegeta's bed, admiring his well muscled upper torso, as he sat staring out the window. Her eyes completely devoured his body. It also didn't help that his jeans were showing his hips, and the top of his midriff. An all too familiar voice interrupted her observing of his body.

       "Like what you see, pet?" He smirked as he saw her cheeks turn red and her eyes narrow at him. He had to admit that he had an eye for beauty, and he couldn't resist observing how beautiful she was. He spoke up again after crashing back down into reality. "What would you say If I told you I wasn't human, that I was part of a race that consisted of powerful warriors, and ruthless killers."

     "I'd say that's why you have a thirst for seeing bloodshed, and could kill without even using a weapon. That would also explain your ability to fly and your keen senses. I bet you think I didn't observe when you were in action, either?" She beamed at him.

      'Cute, woman. Dammit. What the fuck am I thinking?' "Hmph. I'm a Saiya-jin. The planet we used to live on was called Vegeta-sei, until that stupid lizard, Frieza, destroyed it. There are only two full blood saiya-jins left in the universe. That tall spike haired dumbass that works at the station. Goku, I think you called him. Although, his saiya-jin name is Kakkarott. And the other one is Me."

     Bulma listened intently as he went on explaining the history of his people. Being interested in science and history, it would help her knowledge of how other races lived on their planets. She was becoming more intrigued by her new friend, everyday.

END OF FLASHBACK

       "Yeah, I remember."

       "I left out one detail. When a Saiya-jin mates, they form a bond for life. Look at the bite mark on your neck."

       "I was wondering where that came from. I've been hiding it from my father. I knew he'd get upset if he saw it."

       "Woman. NEVER hide that bite mark. When saiya-jins mate, they make their mark on each other's neck. It's a symbol that you've been claimed and nobody else can touch you. I also have something else to reveal to you, pet. I'm the Prince of a dead race."

       "You're a Prince?"

       "What? Do I have to repeat myself?!"

       "Why didn't you tell me?"

       "Because, it's a painful part of my past. I don't like being reminded."

       "Sorry." She was going to say something else when she heard the voice of Piccolo, telling her that her father was on his way down. Bulma glanced into Vegeta's onyx eyes, the same way she did when she first met him. "I have to be going. I'll come and see you when you get out of here. I promise I'll do everything I can." With that being said, she snuck out of the back way and headed off towards Vegeta's hideout to go take the dogs for a walk.

      Vegeta watched his mate leave and then glanced down at the bread and water. He decided he wasn't hungry and sat down beside the bars, and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and then Bulma's thoughts reached his mind.

       The thought was 'I love you, Vegeta.'

I'm So Glad You're Free
I do not own the song 'Breathe' by Telepopmusik.

Two Months Later. . .

      Bulma lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. Everyday, she had been sneaking off to see him. Until, three weeks ago when her Father was by Vegeta's cell. She didn't care at the time, even though Piccolo tried to warn her. When she was caught, she was punished by not being allowed to see him, until he was bailed out, or perhaps escaped. Little did she know, that was what he did a week ago.

I brought you something close to me.
Left for something you see though you're here.
You haunt my dreams.
There's nothing to do but believe,
Just Believe.
Just Breathe.

      Vegeta was all that she could think about. Each one was suffering inside because of their bond.

Another day, just believe
Another day, just breathe
Another day, just believe
Another day, just breathe

      There was nothing to do but let the pain take over her mind. Each night, she cried herself to sleep fearing she'd never be able to see him again. She was proceeding with her daily routine. She'd stare at the ceiling until dinner time, shower, and then go back to her room to stare, or cry herself to sleep.

I'm used to it by now
Another day, just believe
Just breathe. just believe
Just breathe.
Lying in my bed,
Another day, staring at the ceiling

     Then again, she should have been looking at the positive side.  Vegeta would get out of jail. She could feel it in her bones. A strong instinct told her that he'd make it out. A glance was given to the clock. Perhaps she should take a walk down to the station. Bulma ran down the stairs and out the door without being seen by her mother.

Just breathe. another day.
Another day, just believe.
Another day.
I'm used to it by now.
I'm used to it by now.

Headquarters

      The Commander's daughter walked down the hallways towards the basement. Her long, slender legs carried her petite frame down the stairs. She approached the hallway leading to the cells and wondered what was going on when Jun'ai was at Piccolo's usual post. "Hey Jun'ai, where's Piccolo? What's going on? Did your shifts change or something?"

      Jun'ai had a very panicked look on her face. Her eyes had faded from their usual sapphire coloring to a more dulled shade. "Oh, it's so awful! He escaped! He's gone! Ooooh. He manipulated me. Oooh. What do I do? What do I do?" She was about to cry.

Just breathe. just believe.
Just breathe. just believe.
Just believe. just breathe.
Just believe.

      Bulma felt in her gut that all along, something was unusual. She wondered how he tricked Jun'ai into letting him go. "How did he do it?"

       "Well, I was going to give him his daily bread and water, since Yamcha couldn't do it. Oh, and Piccolo's told me all about your little visits to Vegeta. Why are you with such a monster anyway? Yuck."

       "Just get to the damn point, woman."

       "Jesus. You sound like him. Anyway, I was giving him his food, and then he kicked it. He told me he wasn't gonna eat it. I told him, 'That's too bad.' Then he saw going to say something back and he stopped. Then, he smirked, and I saw energy forming in his hand, so I panicked. He said, 'Do you really wanna do things for a murderer like me?' Then, I shook my head. Then he responded, 'Good. Now I suppose you don't want to be around me. I know your little secret. If I stay in here much longer, I'll go mad and kill everyone. Why don't you take care of the problem and let me out?' I grabbed the keys in fear and let him leave the station. Your father is so mad at me, and so is Piccolo. They're out trying to find him, right now."

Another day, just believe.
Another day.
Another day, just believe.
Another day, just breathe.

      Bulma jumped up and down in excitement. She was so happy. She was going to go see her mate, right now. "Oh! Thank you so much! I'm going to go see him right now!" The beauty hugged Jun'ai, even though she was afraid that Bulma had gone absolutely crazy.

       "Wait - Why do you hang around him, anyway? He's no good, Bulma."

       "It's different for us. You don't know what happened when we met. "

       "So? He is absolutely no good. Nothing will change my mind."

       "I've learned something being around him. Your mind doesn't set your path for you, your heart does. Vegeta has his reasons. You try growing up with a father who isn't too fond of you, or losing your mother before you could properly read or write. It's not easy. Especially, since he's a Prince. A heart can cause pain from the loss of a loved one, thus making your mind choose your path for you."

Another day, I do believe.
Another day, so hard to breathe.

     Bulma casted a glance at Jun'ai before she ran up the stairs. A wicked grin instantly became plastered on her glossy pink lips. She'd run back downstairs and innocently, she'd say, "Oh, and Piccolo's asexual. Ta." She laughed as she watched Jun'ai's awestruck expression as she ran up the stairs.

Vegeta's Home

     Vegeta could feel the prescence of his mate, behind him.  He'd say nothing. He was not the predator, but his mate's prey. He would leave it up to her to initiate the first attack.

Another day, not so hard to believe.

     Aquamarine gems fell upon her dashing, Prince Charming, or in this case, Prince Vegeta. A sigh escaped into the atmosphere embracing the two of them. The gentle breeze would plunder through the loose aquamarine tresses of her high ponytail. A soothing whisper danced off her lips. 'Vegeta.'

Another day, Another day.

Breathe
I do not own the song 'Breathe' by Faith Hill.

     Aquamarine gems fell upon her dashing, Prince Charming, or in this case, Prince Vegeta. A sigh escaped into the atmosphere embracing the two of them. The gentle breeze would plunder through the loose aquamarine tresses of her high ponytail. A soothing whisper danced off her lips. 'Vegeta.'

      Her arms would wrap around him, her delicate hands resting on his shoulders. Bulma's head would rest against his firm back. She was as close to him as she could possibly be at the moment. The moment seemed so magical, like when two lovers reunite after years of being away from each other. "Vegeta. I've missed you."

I can feel the magic floating in the air.
Being with you, gets me that way.

      Vegeta slipped out of her embrace to turn around and face his mate, his destiny, his fate. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to him. Their bodies fit together like a two piece jigsaw puzzle.

      Bulma tilted her head upwards to gaze into her lover's eyes. She had always loved the way the sun hit his face and made him look like a descended god. He was everything she had ever wanted in life, but never discovered him until later in her life. A contented sigh escaped from Bulma. She rested her head back on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to his pacing heartbeat.

I watch the sunlight dance across your face,
and I've never been this swept away.

All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart

     Bulma felt Vegeta's head rest against hers. Her hands were resting on his back, although one was gently rubbing it. She had longed for this moment. The moment to be wrapped up in her lover's arms, and to feel like nothing else mattered in the world. She had originally thought she'd be sharing that moment with Yamcha, and not Vegeta. Although, she was thankful that it was Vegeta. "It's okay, Vegeta. You don't have to say anything. Your heartbeat says it all."

Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly, I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just Breathe

      Vegeta lifted his head and glanced down at his angel. As he began to think about all the new emotions arising within his body, he put up a mental block, so Bulma couldn't read his thoughts. 'What are you doing to me, woman? Why is it only you can cause feelings like this? I haven't felt this happy since I was a child, when my mother was still alive. Bulma, I wish I could tell you the words you want to hear, but my pride does not allow it. I never thought I'd be saying these words.. but.. I love you, Bulma.' Even though Bulma could not read his thoughts, she knew what emotions he could feel by the rhythm of his heartbeat. Bulma was opening his heart, day by day.

In a way I know my heart is waking up,
As all the walls come tumbling down
I'm closer than I've ever felt before
And I know
And you know
There's no need for words right now

      Bulma lifted her head and opened her eyes to gaze into his deep onyx pools. They were like an endless maelstrom of ink lost in a white sea. In a matter of seconds she was entranced by his eyes. She removed one hand from his back, and continued to rub his back with the other one. That stray hand descended on his face.

      Vegeta took her small wrist within one of his own hands and gently pulled it back to kiss multiple spots on the back of her hand. He continued up her bare arm. It was exposed because of her spaghetti strap baby blue tanktop. He stopped when he landed on her neck. His arm wrapped back around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He felt her hand return to his back. A trail of kisses were left along her neck, over to where the mark on her neck was. Vegeta licked the edges of his fangs and renewed the mark that had slowly been fading because of their seperation.

      As she felt his fangs sink into her neck, she did the same on his. After all, he was her mate, and she had a right to claim him as her own. After Vegeta pulled back, he gazed into her eyes with a questioning look. She smirked and replied, "Well, you said when a Saiya-jin chooses their mate, they mark each other right?" She watched him gently nod. "Well, I'm just claiming what's rightfully mine." She smiled when he almost produced a smile of his own, but transformed it into a smirk. She released a light chuckle. 'That's MY Vegeta.'

       'You need to learn how to block your thoughts, woman.'

       'What if I want you to read them, hmm?'

       'Sometimes, I don't want to know what you think about.'

       'If I could roll my eyes mentally, I would, but since I can't.. this'll have to do.' Bulma rolled her aquamarine gems.

       'Very funny, woman.'

     Bulma giggled outloud and pulled herself closer to Vegeta. Her Vegeta. She thought that had a funny sound to it. She never thought in a million years that she'd fall in love with a serial killer.

Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly, I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just Breathe.

      Vegeta made Bulma's giggling cease when his burgundy lips landed on her glossed, full pink ones. His tongue glided over her lips begging entrance. As soon as she parted hers, his tongue made it's assault over hers.

      The two of them stood in the woods, under the dancing rays of the sublime glazed sun. Their tongues going head to head in a deep and passionate battle for dominance. After getting carried away in their kiss, their hands began to roam one another in wild passion.

Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just Breathe

      The battle ended as soon as the two broke apart to grasp for air. Vegeta smirked at Bulma, and she smiled back at him. The Saiya-jin Prince admired her aquamarine liquid pools as they glimmered by a few stray drops of the sun. Bulma returned to her normal position, breaking contact with Vegeta's eyes. Her head rested against his chest, and her eyes had closed. She wanted to listen to his heart pound once more.

I can feel the magic floating in the air,
Being with you gets me that way.

What A Lovely Reunion

        Vegeta's ears picked up on a low rumbling of bushes. He knew it wasn't the breeze. Before he could register what was going on he saw six officers surrounding them.

      Bulma growled when she realized she knew all six of them. Yamcha, Piccolo, her father, Juuhachi, Juunana, and Krillen. A snort would be given in disgust. This time she knew Vegeta believed that it wasn't a set up. Anger would taint her voice as she spoke. "I can't believe this! What? Is there a tracking device on me or something? You guys seem to show up wherever I go." Her arms would tighten their grip around Vegeta into a territorial embrace.

       Yamcha would be the one to dare to reply. "Stand aside, Bulma. It's time to get rid of this monster once and for all."

       "No, Yamcha! You just can't accept the fact that you're being replaced! You're being replaced by someone who means a lot more to me than you'll ever understand. It hurts you inside. I know. How do you think I felt when I saw you kissing that bitch in the playground? I felt the same way. What also hurt was that you thought I would betray you. Well, it's your loss, Yamcha. I found someone who truly makes me happy. I hope you can atleast accept that."

      Yamcha was still scowling while everyone around him seemed to soften up. Even Vegeta. Though, sensing the irritation of Bulma, two windows were shattered of Vegeta's home. Tora had charged through one of them, and on the other side two ebony german shepherds came soaring through. Their names were Seidan and Akuma.

     Tora stayed close to Bulma and Vegeta, a snarl released to warn the others she would protect her owners with her life. To their surprise, Yamcha backed off. Although, Bulma's father was the first to break the silence. "If you really feel happy with him Bulma... I guess there isn't much I can do. I'll leave him and you alone, and let you live your life."

       "Thank you, father." She watched Krillin, Her Father, Juunana, and Juuhachi get in the cruiser. The only two left outside were Piccolo and Yamcha. Her ex-boyfriend hesitated a moment and quickly said, 'Goodbye, Bulma.' and then he got in the cruiser. Piccolo was the only one left standing there. He smirked and motioned for Bulma to come towards him.

      Bulma saw it as a friendly gesture and walked over to someone she could call her friend, Piccolo. A smile graced her visage and then she spoke, "What's up, Piccy-chan?"

       "What is it with you and that damned woman calling me that all the time?"

       "Oh, calm down. It's just a pet name." She giggled as she heard him grunt in response.

       "Bulma, I understand to an extent, you hurt Jun'ai's feelings. Do you know how angry that makes me?" He watched as she shook her head. "Well, that makes me very angry. I should be mad at you, but I'm not. You're a very brave girl. Especially having the audacity to deal with Vegeta. I'm glad he escaped. I couldn't put up with his bickering any longer."

       "That's my Vegeta." Another round of giggles would emerge from the aquamarine haired vixen.

       "Before I get sick from this hideous display of affection, I wish the best to you. I suppose." Suddenly the sound of two cruisers driving off without him alerted his attention. "JUUNANA, YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET BACK HERE!" He turned around and gave Bulma a friendly embrace before running off yelling obscenities at his co-worker. "DON'T MAKE ME SHOOT YOU, ASSHOLE."

      Bulma was stunned for a second. That completely wasn't like him, at all. Oh well. With a smile she turned to that cold-blooded murderer whom was now her mate, forever. She walked back over to him and threw her arms around him in a deep embrace. "Well, Vegeta. I'd say we have a lot of making up to do. What do you think?"

       Vegeta looked down upon her as she mirrored a devious smirk of his own. "Indeed." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and summoned his canine companions to come in the house. You could only guess what happened after that. For the newly mated pair, it was going to be a LONG night.

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