Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Saiyans... A True Warrior Race ❯ Saiyan's are CRAZY ( Chapter 2 )

Rating: Mature - For Language and VERY Mature Themes

 

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DRAGON BALL/Z/GT. Original episodes and characters were created by Akira Toriyama and is licensed and owned by Toei Animation Co. Ltd./Shuisha Bird studios and Shonen Jump. However… Zeil, Qaila, and Caerta are all mine.

 

“Zeil, join us in the celebration. Frieza's dead… I can think of no better reason to drink the day

away.”

Zeil was in the mess hall closest to the medical bay, where he had left Bardock. He was seated, watching the Saiyans drink endlessly to the demise of Frieza. He looked at the Saiyan who had

addressed him. “I suppose I can join in the festivities, since I`m the cause of it all.”

“Cheers to that!” A number of Saiyans in the room yelled out.

“Get him a drink!” Another Saiyan shouted out.

A small female server appeared and handed Zeil a drink. She winked at Zeil before leaving to get drinks for the rest of the Saiyans. Zeil just smiled and downed it, then asked for another. The same server showed up with another drink and this time whispered something into Zeil's ear. He chuckled and shook his head. The server persisted in a teasing sort-of-way, by pleading with her eyes and placing her hand on Zeil's thigh, rubbing it. Zeil got a little more serious and shook his head, taking the server`s hand of his thigh. The server huffed and slammed Zeil's drink down in front of him, sloshing it everywhere, before storming off into the back.

“You'll be getting a lot of that.” A voice announced from behind him.

Zeil turned to find a female Saiyan standing behind him. She was in her late twenties, with a trimmed athletic body, and mid-length blonde hair. Her She was wearing the typical Saiyan armor, with her tail wrapped around her mid-section.

“You're now the most eligible male on the planet.” She continued, taking a seat at the bar next to him. “Besides the prince, of course.” She smiled and called the server over to her. “But he's a bit young for any of the older females to get their hands on, yet.”

“How old is he?” Zeil asked, curious of both this golden-haired female and of the topic she had brought up.

The blonde thought for a moment, then took the drink that the server had set in front of her and took a big swig. When she set it down, she answered.

“He went on his first mission about three cycles ago. So, I'd say it's been seven cycles since the Queen gave birth to him.”

Zeil looked at his drink and shook his head. He had expected the prince to be a little older than that. His mission would be a bit more difficult if he had to deal with a child for political reasons… but, maybe there was another option.

“I've heard that the King was killed by Frieza before I showed up. How is the Queen handling that?” He asked, hoping for a positive response.

He didn't get one.

“No one knows.” The blonde answered immediately. “As soon as the King died, the Queen locked herself in her chambers and hasn't come out since. It probably has something to do with the bond that Royal couples are forced to complete. I'm sure your parents told you all about the dangers of our mating rituals.”

Zeil nodded and took another swig of his drink. The same female server kept bringing him more, probably in hopes of loosening his inhibitions. Zeil was an avid drinker, though, and could keep drinking this bilge for two days straight, without feeling the slightest bit loose.

And he did know of the dangers of Saiyan mating rituals. He had his share of mistakes in his early years… most of them with women.

“So she probably won't be any good for you, when Cooler and Cold show up.” The blonde commented in a bored tone.

Zeil gave her an appraising look, but she was focused on creating a tide-pool in her drink, with her little finger. Zeil smiled and looked down at his drink. This female was more astute than most Saiyans.

“So…” The blonde continued. “Is it true what they're saying about you?”

“That depends…” Zeil replied. “Are they telling you I'm here to find a mate. Cause if they are… they're lying.”

The blonde smirked and shook her head. “No.” She answered, then continued, unfazed by the subtle insult. “The Saiyans who saw you kill Frieza and all those soldiers… they say you're a Super Saiyan. Is that true?”

Zeil glanced around the room as he noticed the silence that had overtaken them. All the conversation had stopped in anticipation of his answer. He grimaced and took another swig of the bile in his hands. He didn't feel like making a show of himself, today… unless… unless he had someone to make a show with.

“Well.” He began, smiling as the tension in the room increased a-hundred-fold. “I'd be happy to show you all, if someone would care to join me in a demonstration.”

Soft murmurs went throughout the room as Zeil turned to look at the crowd behind him. They were all staring at him, but no one stepped forward. He looked to his left and locked eyes with a large, muscular Saiyan. He had a dark look on his face and a scar reaching from the bottom of the left side of his face, to the top of the right side. As soon as he met the gaze of Zeil, though, he stepped back.

“I'll spar with you.”

Zeil turned in confusion at the sound of a familiar voice. He smiled as he set his eyes on the blonde female he had been speaking to, for the last few minutes. She looked confident as she stood and stretched. He glanced quickly at the crowd and noticed the uneasy stares they were giving her. She must be a strong fighter, Zeil reasoned.

“Alright, let's all meet outside then.”

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Zeil stepped out of the sterile building and into the sunlight of a bright and clear, mid afternoon. He breathed in the surprisingly clean air and was impressed that the Saiyans managed to keep their planet marginally healthy. His opponent, the blonde female was ahead of him, leading the way to the sparring fields. The rest of the Saiyans opted to walk at least a hundred feet behind Zeil. Zeil was only about five feet behind the blonde and had repeatedly tried to make conversation, but she just kept stretching as they walked, and began to whistle after he asked her what her name was.

Instead, Zeil took the time to memorize the pathways that had led them here, and took notice of the signs that said where the mess halls and medical bays were. He grew tired of that after a few minutes, though, and found himself, absent-mindedly admiring the blonde female's ass. When he realized this, he shook his head and tried to start the conversation, again… but the female just whistled louder. So, he was left to admire her curves.

As they made their way out onto the sparring fields, Zeil noticed that the females tail had come unwound from her waist and was whipping from side-to-side in excitement. She was eager to fight, as all Saiyans were… Or were supposed to be. Zeil thought quietly as he glanced back at the nervous crowd, behind him. They were probably still unnerved at how close they had come to being totally annihilated… but they were Saiyans. They should be over that by now.

Zeil stopped as he noticed the blonde had come to a halt. She took a breath of the clean air, then turned to face her opponent.

“On the ground or in the air?” She offered.

“Air.” Zeil chose. “Less crowded.”

The female grinned and immediately drifted into the air. “Just fine with me.” She replied.

“Everyone knows Qaila fights better in the air.” A voice whispered from the crowd.

Zeil smiled as he finally learned his opponents name. Qaila… a very interesting female. He thought to himself as he rose upwards into the sky, easily matching Qaila's speed.

The crowd, below them, drifted into a circle. They left enough room for a comfortable sparring session, then waited in anticipation for the fight to begin.

Zeil eyed Qaila as they rose through the air in a whirlwind pattern. He found himself appreciating the way her hair flowed through the air, behind her, as she flew. He tore his gaze away from her dancing locks and met her eyes. He noticed for the first time the color… gray. Not just gray, though. Her eyes were shining and flickering, like two storm clouds about to let hell loose on an unsuspecting by-stander. Zeil found his blood pumping faster as he stared into her eyes. He couldn't believe he was feeling like this. Those eyes were sending images through Zeil's mind… images of dark lust.

“Are we going to fight or just circle each other all day?”

Zeil snapped back to reality as Qaila's voice broke the bubble of his fantasies. He grinned and forced himself to focus on the imminent battle.

“You can start if you like, Qaila.”

Qaila's eyes widened as a shiver went through her body. The way that Saiyan said her name. It was… almost like an animal. She found herself eyeing his body for the first time. He was muscular, but not in a grotesque way. He was tall, but his body was of medium size. He wasn't as large as most male Saiyans, but you could tell he was strong. His hair was mid-length and dark-drown, coming to an end just below his ears in a mismatched pattern. His eyes were… they were changing colors. That's impossible. Qaila thought as she witnessed Zeil's flicker from chocolate brown to a dangerous tone of teal. She found herself becoming much more excited than she usually did, before a fight. This is going to be very different. She warned herself, before rushing through the air attacking.

Qaila started with a strong kick to the side of Zeil's head and continued with a series of melee attacks. Zeil blocked her every move. He smiled as she tried to throw him off with a feint kick, that led into massive right hook. He grabbed her fist right out of the air and twisted her arm behind her back. Qaila yelled out as he twisted her arm sharply, but Zeil was pre-occupied.

Qaila's hair had flown right past his face and he had been hit by the most beautiful aroma he had ever experienced. He had been to the Paradise Springs of Gulantria and breathed in the irresistible scent of the Kipporionus Tree, said to make beings pass on to the next dimension at the slightest whiff. But this scent… it was more haunting and alluring to him than anything he had ever encountered before. He found himself captured in it. He buried himself into Qaila's neck and inhaled her scent.

Qaila gasped as she felt Zeil's cheek against her neck. At first she thought he was going to kill her, then she heard him inhale.

He's smelling me! She exclaimed silently. What the hell! We're supposed to be fighting!

Suddenly, something touched the base of her tail. Qaila trembled in pleasure and confusion. Why was she feeling like this? She had only met this Saiyan minutes ago. These were feelings she didn't understand… so she rejected them.

Qaila managed to elbow Zeil with her left arm. Zeil snapped back to reality as the blow hit. He realized what he had been doing ands instantly released Qaila's arm. She immediately turned on him and tried to take advantage of the situation, but Zeil just dodged every punch and kick. He winced whenever her scent drifted into his range, but managed to keep control of himself.

Qaila fumed as she realized that Zeil was barely working up a sweat. She was working her ass off, ttrying to land a hit, and he was just dodging everything she threw at him.

Fine then! She screamed at her subconscious. She threw one more punch, with Zeil easily dodged, then she threw another feint kick. Zeil noticed the air around her had changed subtlety and knew she was feinting, but just then, the wind changed and he was hit by a fresh and powerful bout of Qaila's scent. Qaila's kick fell away and she pulled her arm back.

Smell this!” She screamed, throwing a Ki ball straight into Zeil's face. It threw Zeil down towards the ground and out of the range of Qaila's scent. He immediately took control of the situation and grabbed the Ki ball, adding a microscopic amount of his own Ki to it, then forcing it straight back at it's owner

Qaila screamed in exasperation and tried to dodge the ball, but it seemed to follow her every movement. She took the only chance she had and dive bombed towards Zeil. This is what he had been expecting, though. He waited for her to get in range, then disappeared.

Qaila screamed in outrage. This Saiyan was insufferable. He was too fast for her to hit and too fast for her to follow his movements. She looked back and saw the ball of Ki energy chasing her in a fury. She burst forward and tried to put some space between, just so she could counter-act it. She managed to put a good fifty feet between her and the ball, before she turned around and tried to shoot off another Ki blast. That's when Zeil reappeared and grabbed her Ki focusing hand. She watched in horror as the ball hit him in the back and exploded. When the smoke cleared, he was in the same spot holding onto her hand.

“You wanted to see a Super Saiyan?” He asked quietly.

Qaila didn't speak. She was too stunned by the fact that the Ki ball, which would have easily killed her, didn't seem to have phased him in the least.

Zeil's eyes narrowed at her stunned silence.

“I'll show you, then.”

Qaila finally came back to the real world, just in time to feel the air around them heat up. She watched as Zeil's mid-length, unruly hair, rose slowly and started to change color. Her eyes widened as the flickering eye-color change she had seen before, became permanent. The aura around Zeil exploded and engulfed Qaila. Her Scouter exploded in a burst of sparks, but… she didn't need it. She could feel his power.

There's no way anyone can be this powerful. Qaila thought silently. He's can't be a Saiyan.

The transformation ended as the aura around Zeil died down to emit the random spark of electricity. Zeil's eyes had taken on the permanent hue of intense teal. His hair stood, straight into the air, the mismatched ends forming an amazing pattern that could make any painter fall in love. His face was hard and steady with concentration.

He's Hujana. Qaila marveled. He has to be. No living Saiyan can be this powerful.

Suddenly, Zeil's grip on Qaila's fist loosened. His hand dropped to his side, clenched into a fist. He began to descend from the sky to the crowd below and Qaila matched his slow, steady pace. She couldn't break his gaze… it was beyond her.

They landed amid the throngs of anxious and confused Saiyans. All of their Scouters had malfunctioned during Zeil's ascension. They appraised Zeil in amazement. The witnesses of this awesome power, were dead silent… as if they were audience to one of their gods.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed as a Saiyan emerged from the crowd to slap Zeil on the back.

“I'm impressed. Now I have something to shoot for.”

Zeil turned and smiled in a challenging way at Bardock.
“When you reach this level, I'll be sure to find an empty planet for us to spar on.”

Bardock grinned and looked around at the shocked members of his race.

“Well, everyone!” He yelled out at the crowd. “Now that we've had the honor of meeting a Super Saiyan… what do you say we get ready to take down the rest of the Cold family.”

An immediate cheer erupted from the crowd. Bardock grinned and hit Zeil on the back once more, before starting for the mess hall. Zeil followed as he descended to his normal state. He looked back once to see Qaila, shoving her way through the crowd to get to him. He grinned and kept moving.
I'll have to be careful with her. He commented silently as he strode through the entrance of the building.

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Frieza… it was my destiny to kill you. This Zeil has robbed me of the pleasure of watching you suffer. This thought continued to occupy young Prince Vegeta's mind as his ship continued to it's destination. When I meet this man… he had better pray to be able to explain this to me.

As the Prince's ship continued toward Planet Vegeta, he couldn't help but wonder how a Saiyan warrior he had never heard of, had achieved such a terrifying feat. How could anyone become so powerful?

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Back on Planet Vegeta, Zeil was in the mess hall finishing off the last of ten full meals. Bardock was seated across from Zeil doing the same. Qaila wasn't as hungry as she should have been. Her encounter with the Super Saiyan, Zeil, had left her in a state of awe and wonderment.

“You have to be Hujana!” Qaila exclaimed in a low voice, as to not attract attention. “Please, just tell us the truth.”

Zeil smiled as he finished off his final meal with one last drink. He was flattered that Qaila would think of him as the Saiyan God of War and Justice, but the truth was… he was not the incarnation of their sacred deity.

“No.” Zeil answered for the fifth time. “I am not Hujana. My name is Zeil and yes… I am a Super Saiyan.”

“No Saiyan of flesh and blood can have the power you possess.” Qaila argued.

“I have to agree with Zeil, Qaila.” Bardock added. “I'm not about to believe that one of our gods just up and decided to choose to live life as a mortal.”

“Then how did he know that Frieza was coming to destroy our planet?” Qaila questioned.

“I was in the area, when my ship picked up a transmission from a scouter on Frieza's ship.” Zeil said, pushing his plate and cup to the edge of the table for the server to pick up. “The idiot must have turned on his transmitter by mistake… Anyway, the transmission contained a conversation Frieza was having with one of his vermin followers. It told me what I needed to know. ”

“Makes sense,” Bardock began, but then gave Zeal a doubtful look, “But, why did you just kill Frieza now? Why not take care of him earlier and save us from working all these years for the bastard?”

“I was already planning on paying Frieza a visit, when I intercepted the transmission. I figured I better stop him, before he made me an endangered species.” Zeil paused and seemed to be thinking to himself. Finally he spoke, “I'm afraid that I'm not familiar with this facility… do you have a gravity chamber?”

“Yeah.” Bardock replied. “It's at the other end of the compound… follow me, I'll take you there.” As Bardock said this, he stood up and turned towards the door.

“So you're honestly telling me you're not Hujana?” Qaila asked as Zeil stood and started to follow Bardock.

“I'm honestly, one-hundred percent, mortal Saiyan.” Zeil answered, smiling at Qaila.

Qaila appraised this answer, then sighed. “Alright, I believe you. Just one more thing, though.”

“Go ahead.” Zeil said, turning to look at the female, whose scent was already starting to wear down his control.

Qaila smiled playfully and stood, walking over to Zeil. He stiffened as her scent overwhelmed his senses, but managed to keep control of his instincts.

Qaila stopped, inches from Zeil and smiled up at him. Zeil began to feel relaxed at her gaze, but then noticed a flash of mischief in her eyes. Her hand flashed across his vision and connected with his cheek. He was surprised, not at the fact that she slapped him… but at the fact that it hurt.

“If you ever smell me again, without asking my permission… I'll kick your ass, Super Saiyan.

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving a stunned Zeil and a room full of laughing Saiyans.

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As Bardock and Zeil headed towards the gravity chamber, they both became lost in their own thoughts. Out of nowhere, Zeil said, “That Qaila is an interesting female.”

Bardock glanced at Zeil and grinned, before turning his attention forward again. “Yeah, she's a child-hood friend of my mate's. She's one sought after Saiyan. Her being an Elite and looking the way she does has a lot of guys banging on her door.”

Zeil absorbed the information about Qaila, then went back to one of the vague comments.

“So you have a mate? What's she like?”

Bardock pondered why a Saiyan would ask such a question, but let it pass after a moment. He could sense from his flashes into Zeil's mind that he was not like other Saiyan's.

“She's loyal. I suppose that's the only thing that matters.” Bardock stated, then decided to add a little more. “She's not as strong as most females, but she's better looking than any creature in the universe… smarter, too. And she's damn good in bed.”

“Sounds like you care about her.” Zeil commented.

“Of course I care about her!” Bardock snapped. “She's my mate! If I didn't care about her, I wouldn't have gone through that damn ritual.”

Zeil nodded and kept silent for a few moments. It was always difficult for Saiyans to discuss their private lives. The mating ritual, especially. It was one of those things that took a great deal of strength and determination to complete. You had to be absolutely certain in your choice of a mate, before you attempted it, otherwise you may very well try to kill each other.

Zeil waited for Bardock to calm down some, before he continued with his line of questioning. They were nearly halfway to the gravity chamber, before Zeil attempted to pick up the conversation.

“How about offspring?”

“Two.”

“Names?”

“Radditz and Kakkarott.”

“How old are they?”

“Radditz is nine. Kakkarott is a newborn.”

“Where are they?”

“Why the hell do you need to know?!” Bardock demanded, turning on Zeil. He was getting very tired of the questions. The ones about his mate had been bad enough, but now he wanted to know about his children. Damn off-world Saiyan.

“Just friendly conversation.” Zeil stated calmly.

Bardock grumbled and turned to lead Zeil the rest of the way. He wanted to be out of the presence of this Saiyan. There was something about him… something that made him very angry. His primal urge kept telling him to kill, whenever he saw Zeil.

“What do you think your people will do, now that you're free from Frieza's control?”

Bardock sighed and gathered his thoughts to answer. These questions he could deal with. Questions about his mate and children were something else entirely.

“I'm not sure.” Bardock finally answered. “We may very well just do the same thing we've always done, but… I don't see the point in it.”

“Why not?”

“We were told to clear those planets, so Frieza could sell them off, but I only ever did it to push the limit of my strength. I felt the need to become stronger, but something's changed. I don't feel the same as I used to.”

There was silence as Zeil waited for Bardock to continue, but Bardock was starting to feel his anger resurface. He was telling too much about himself, giving someone access to his thoughts and… his weaknesses.

“Why don't you feel the same way?” Zeil finally asked.

Bardock seethed as Zeil asked that. He could his anger rising, but he couldn't not answer the question. He needed someone to know this.

“My crew was killed for being the best.” He began “I'd like to live my life differently now that we're free from Frieza.”

“That's admirable.” Zeil commented. “I can only hope the rest of our race will soon see things from your point of view. Otherwise, we may not live long enough to celebrate our freedom.”

Bardock's anger settled somewhat as Zeil started to explain something. Now it was his turn to ask questions. “What do you mean by that?”

“If we don't stop destroying everything, there'll be nothing left and our race will die as our people turn on each other.”

Bardock contemplated that in silence. He turned a corner and realized they had almost reached the gravity chamber. I better ask whatever questions I have left.

“Is it possible for us to change our nature?”

“Each and every one of us must find that out for ourselves.” Zeil answered. “You wish to devote your remaining life to your family. I think that's a good way to live… instead of dying in a bloody struggle to find out who's stronger.”

Bardock remained quiet, deep in thought. After a moment, he responded. “It's hard to change who we are.”

“Everyone must change sometime in their life, that's how entire civilizations survive… by adapting and evolving.”

Bardock remained silent.

“Are you proud of your children?” Zeil asked.

Bardock felt the anger return as questions of his children resumed, but… he knew there was no harm in them.

“Yes. They both have fighting spirits, even if Radditz does cower in a fight against a stronger opponent.”

“What of your other child?”

“Kakarott…” Bardock mused quietly. “I haven't met him yet.”

“I'm sure they'll be very proud to know that you were a large factor in the death of Frieza.”

“We're here.” Bardock said as they entered a large, open room, and extremely thankful that the questions were done. “That is the gravity machine, it was recently built, so not many people have tested it yet.” He pointed to a pillar-like computer in the middle of the room. “It has the ability to reach 500x normal gravity of our planet, and is equipped with training drones.”

“Only 500x normal gravity?”

Bardock gave Zeil a shocked look, before answering. “Yes, those who tested were some of our strongest warriors and weren't able to sustain more than 5 minutes under 50x.”

“I'll have to set a new record then.” Zeil said smugly, as he started towards the pillar-like computer.

Bardock nodded, then turned and started to leave. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Zeil. “Thank you for helping us. I thought I was dead when Frieza launched that attack.”

“Bardock, you`re a Saiyan. I couldn't let you die.” Zeil said, almost as if he was stating a fact. “Besides, I can sense your power… it`ll be very useful one day.

“What do mean by that?” Bardockl questioned, remembering the comment he had gleaned from Zeil's mind in the medical bay, earlier that day.

“You continually push yourself, refusing to give in. I saw that when you faced Frieza. You weren't afraid. I believe you'll be able to achieve greatness, someday. Hopefully your sons will have that same power.”

Bardock looked at the ground, lost in thought. “Enjoy your training session.” He finally said.

“I will… Take care of those sons. They deserve to spend time with their father.”

Bardock nodded and then left the room. Zeil watched him leave and then turned his attention to his current objective. Let's see if this machine can give me a decent workout.

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Everything Zeil said… it makes sense. But I can't think of all that right now. I need to find her. Bardock stowed away the memory of his conversation with Zeil and continued down the hall until he reached his private quarters. He placed his hand on the bio-lock panel next to the door and it opened.

He walked inside, there was no one in the dining/sitting area. Bardock moved on to the bedroom where he slept. When he entered the room, he saw his mate, Caerta. She was lying on the bed. Bardock walked towards her and stopped when he saw her face. She could still make him stop in his tracks, even when she was asleep. That raven-black, mid-length hair of hers… and that cute, upturned nose. Thinking of her always made him so restless. Seeing her was worse. He sighed and stripped his armor and clothing off, then got on the bed. He laid there for a few moments, just looking at her. It'll be different now… I won't let our children not know their parents.

Bardock put his arm around his mate and settled in for sleep. However, that touch from him woke his slumbering mate. Caerta opened her eyes and saw him. “You're back finally…” She whispered, nuzzling her pillow for more comfort. “I visited you in the medical bay, but you were unconscious.”

Bardock smiled and pulled his mate closer to him. He loved that no matter what he did or for however long he disappeared, this Saiyan would never stop caring about him. That's why he loved her.

“Are you going to talk to me, or just lie there and pretend to be asleep?”

Bardock groaned and leaned forward to kiss his mate. He was tired. He needed some sleep. After what he had been through in the last few days… he just couldn't handle anything else, right now.

“I know you're stressed about Toma and your crew.” Caerta soothed, reaching up and massaging Bardock's temple. “It's just I haven't seen you in nearly a month. I want to talk to you… and not through the bond.”

And why not through the bond? He questioned, closing his eyes and relaxing immensely under Caerta's capable, calming hands.

“Because I miss the sound of your voice.” She whispered, taking her hand away from his temple. “It might make tonight special, if you tell me how it feels to be free from Frieza.”

Bardock sighed and opened his eyes. “It feels pretty damn good.” He answered.

Caerta smiled gently. “Now, was that so hard?”

Bardock groaned and sent an image of a soft hand, massaging his forehead, to Caerta.

“I was thinking of something a little more exciting.” Caerta replied, sending a much more suggestive image back to Bardock.

Bardock's eyes shot open. “The night is still young.” He whispered to his mate, starting to mimic the scene from the image.

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That was a decent workout. They're going to be repairing that room for a few days, though. Zeil thought as he walked down the hall. As he passed a staff worker, he turned and asked, “Is it possible to have a room prepared for me?”

“Of course, sir. I have just the one in mind. Follow me.”

Zeil followed as the worker led him down the hall. Damn big place. I could get lost in this building if I'm not careful.

“Here we are, sir. This room had been on permanent reserve for Frieza. Seeing as he doesn't need it anymore, you may take it.”

“Thank you. Also, I need you to immediately notify me when Prince Vegeta returns.”

“Yes, sir.”

Zeil put his hand on the bio-lock panel, but the door didn't move. “The door won't open.” He commented, stepping back.

“I apologize, sir. I'll fix that right now. It slipped my mind that we hadn't changed the DNA match on this door to no longer open for just Frieza.”

The worker opened the panel, made a few adjustments, then closed it. “There you are, sir. If you would just put your hand on the panel now.”

Zeil put his hand on the panel. There was a moment of silence, then the door slid open. “There you are, sir. The door will now only open for you.” The worker said before he turned and walked away.

Zeil entered the room and smiled as he saw the layout. Just the essentials… perfect. He walked towards the wash room and readied the shower. As the shower began the ten minute cycle, Zeil's thoughts turned toward the events of the day. He relived the short demise of Frieza and everything that followed until his thoughts rested on Qaila. He smiled as he relived the sparring session he had with her. A strong warrior. He chuckled. And a very interesting female.

When the shower's cycle ended, he stepped out and dried himself using his Ki. He looked at his armor. I need a new set. This one's about to fall apart. Hopefully, they have something of a little more high-quality here. I`m tired of having to buy them off of deadbeat thieves.

Zeil heard a knock at the door. Prince Vegeta is back sooner than I expected. He put on his old armor and went to the door. He put his hand on the panel and the door slid open.

Zeil was surprised to see Qaila standing in front of him. When Qaila saw him a sly smile came across her face. She grabbed Zeil by the front of his armor and pulled him into a fierce kiss. After recovering from his momentary shock, Zeil returned the advance and wrapped his arms around Qaila's waist. After another moment, Qaila pushed him away from her lips and grinned.

“And this is for not finishing the job.” She quipped, shoving him into the room and following after him. The door closed just as they reached the bed.

Qaila pushed Zeil onto the bed, letting her doubts about this moment disappear from her mind. She had been going back and forth in her head, trying to talk herself out of this, ever since Zeil left her in the mess hall. But, seeing him here… she couldn't control herself. There was something about him. Something so much more primal than that of any of the other males. It was so much more gratifying to be in the presence of him, than anyone else's.

As Zeil sat up and smiled at her, she felt the excitement bubble forth, like the lava bubbling up from a volcano . She took those last few steps towards him and sat, facing him, in his lap. That's exactly what this was. She was boiling over with emotions she hadn't felt before for years. Lust and excitement. The game they were about to play was going to be different than anything she had ever experienced.

Their lips crushed together and Zeil's hands moved slowly up Qaila's thighs. She shivered as he traced her hips, then moved down to her buttocks. She growled softly and grabbed the sides of Zeil's face roughly. Their tongues met and Zeil pushed himself further into the kiss. Qaila did the same and shivered again as Zeil squeezed her ass firmly. She had never felt like this before… not with any other male. Electricity traveled up her body as Zeil sent a small spark of Ki energy through her.

Qaila couldn't stifle the moan. That spark felt amazing. She returned it instantly and felt Zeil shiver in pleasure. His hands moved from her behind and upwards, very slowly. The base of her tail was brushed and Qaila bit down on Zeil's lower lip. She couldn't stand that. That was too good. Zeil managed to pull his lip away and start kissing down the right side of her cheek, then her neck. Qaila's moans and gasps as his lips and hands moved were answer that he was doing everything perfectly. Zeil started on her shoulder, kissing and biting the skin softly. Qaila managed to silence herself by working on Zeil. She started at his neck, finding a pulsing vein and sucking on it. The resulting tremor from Zeil encouraged Qaila to start nibbling.

Zeil couldn't handle it any longer. This female. This Saiyan. She was driving him crazy. He was feeling things he hadn't felt in years. This wasn't supposed to happen. He shouldn't be doing this, but that fight… the way she moved. The way her body moved so gracefully through the air. Her golden hair dancing as it followed her. It had accented how deeply magnificent and beautiful she was. He had to have her. It wasn't an intellectual thought. It was pure animalistic lust. He needed her. He had to have her and he would have her.

Zeil stood suddenly, grabbing Qaila by the ass and holding her against him. She growled more loudly than before as she nibbled at his neck and wrapped her legs around him. He turned towards the bed and kissed Qaila's neck, this time gently… tenderly. Qaila whimpered, not understanding the feeling that made her loosen her grip on him. That kiss sent shivers through her and Zeil took the advantage by pulling her off of him and setting her on the bed. Qaila wasn't able to articulate speech, any longer. The animal that was part of every Saiyan psyche had taken over her. It was fascinated by this new male and wasn't about to let him out of it's grasp, just yet. She got ahold of his arm and to Zeil's immense surprise, dragged him down on top of her.

Qaila grinned and ripped off the old and battered armor that Zeil was wearing. She tossed it across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck. Zeil was losing touch with reality as well. Unbeknownst to Qaila… the animal that was part of Zeil's psyche was far older and prone to much rougher acts of violence and lustful encounters. Zeil managed to remove Qaila's armor and boots, without harming them. Then her pants came. He lost control for a moment and snarled, ripping the rest of Qaila's clothes off. Qaila growled angrily at this, but Zeil silenced her with his lips. Thankfully, he gained control then, otherwise Qiala may very well have been killed.

Zeil moved down Qaila's chest, sucking on her breasts. Qaila moaned and her back arched, momentarily. She settled down as Zeil moved lower. He started to kiss and nibble at her stomach and belly-button. Qaila's eyes rolled as the pleasure of this Saiyan's touch took over her senses.

Suddenly, Zeil pulled away and his right hand traced up the length of Qaila's leg. He eyed her in satisfaction. This Saiyan wasn't about to let a female show that she could control him. She couldn't walk into a room and force him to take her. He would prove that to her. He traced his hand along the inner part of her thigh, as he kissed her stomach. Qaila continued to moan pleasantly. She was content in the thought that she was in complete control. That's why what Zeil did next, not only shocked her, but almost immediately took her to the edge of her control.

Zeil slipped a finger inside of her, bringing out a loud yelp from Qaila. Zeil leaned down over her and kissed her neck as he flicked his finger back and forth. Qaila was trying hard not to thrash on the bed. She couldn't believe she'd lost control so quickly. She silently begged to the gods that Zeil wouldn't make her do anything embarrassing. She wouldn't be able to stop herself.

Zeil's lips moved from Qaila's neck, up to her ear, where he nibbled delicately on her earlobe. His finger kept flicking back and forth, rhythmically. After another yelp from Qaila, a second finger joined the first. Qaila reached out and wrapped her arms around Zeil's neck. She whimpered softly, the animal inside of her begging for him. This is what it had been waiting for. This male. His very touch sent shockwaves through her system and she needed him. The pressure in her abdomen was building and she couldn't hold on much longer.

“Tell me what you want.” Zeil whispered into her ear. His warm, wet breath causing Qaila to shudder.

She whimpered and shook her head. She had to hold out. She couldn't lose like this. She wouldn't lose like this. She was an Elite. She was strong. She tried to turn the tables by kissing Zeil's neck and nibbling on his earlobe in return, but he just chuckled and flicked his fingers harder. Qaila shuddered and her head fell back against the bed in pure bliss. She was losing. He was too strong for her

“No.” Zeil whispered huskily, in response to her advance. “You tell me what you want.”

Qaila couldn't stifle the scream as he put a third finger inside of her. The pressure in her abdomen exploded into a cascade of ecstasy. Her hips lifted up off the ground on their own as she screamed in pleasure. She was panting and sweating, unable to control herself any longer. She cursed herself for her weakness, then Zeil for his strength.

“I want you.” She screamed, kissing him as hard as she could.

 

To be continued…

 

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