Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Root a Saiyan ❯ Of Aussies and Outlaws ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Yeah, I know, I should be working on my other stories, but I somewhat have a writer's block on some things, so I'll just put up all these beginnings and finish them as I go on. This is an A/U (I have finally been told that this means alternative universe >.<;) fic. that is just really weird, but I like the idea, so go screw a chicken if you don't like the idea of Vegeta not getting the girl. >:P Oh, and there is a bunch of Aussie slang in this due to one of the character's accent/voice, so I'll post what I use on a defined chapter.

~Jameta

To Root a Saiyan

Chapter 1: Of Aussies and Outlaws

"Comparing a woman to a female Saiyan is like comparing a kindergartener to a brain surgeon."

Jeice sighs. There is no challenge in life anymore. He can wipe out all life on a planet without breaking a sweat, had more cash than he knows what to do with, and can have any girl he desires. Everyday is dull and uneventful. This has to stop; he's a Ginyu for crying out loud!

"Well, well, if it isn't one of the Ginyu bakas," laughs Vegeta, startling the other warrior.

"I hate him," he thinks, glaring a little, than snaps back with his thick Australian accent, "What do you want?"

"I have neither need nor want from you," answers the Saiyan prince sharply, "I am here for a certain female that is presumed to frequent this pathetic dump."

"Well, you're right about one thing," the other high-ranking fighter states, turning to survey once more his surroundings: a filthy bar with low-kept chair and tables littering the floor, some knocked over from riots, and a counter that is only clean for the sole reason that the bartender has the decency of staying healthy and wipes it down after ever close. The crowd is a mix of low-lifes with nothing better to do and back-stabbers conning their way into others' pockets. Drunks yell loudly at one another while playing demeaning games of poker, and whores seduce those still sober carrying fat wallets. He wouldn't be wasting his time in this pungent atmosphere of thick ale and ecstasy if he weren't so desperate to escape the ordinary lifestyle he usually lives.

"If yer lookin' fer Kerrigan," pipes the tavern, striding slowly over to them while drying a glass, "Ya' won't spot her easily. Tat outlaw don't talk t'anyone but me, and even tan, she don't say much."

"And with a bush pig for a mum, you won't have much luck with her, anyway, if you find her!" exclaims the shorter of the two.

"Shut-up!" shouts the taller, though still short, brave, "What the hell is that suppose to mean, in any case?! And you would hardly fair as well as I would with a female Saiyan!"

"She's a Saiyan?!"

"Damn right, she is," interrupts the gruff keeper, not looking at either of them, "Never seen such p'wer b'fore in me life. Be careful ya' don't get yerselves killed if ya' approach her."

Suddenly, the entrance doors fly open, nearly being swung off their hinges. The room goes quiet as a stranger dressed in an odd, almost second-kin suit strides in, a deafening, sharp rattle rippling through the still air with each land of their large, heavy black boots. Carefully, they take a seat next to the orange warrior, not bothering to ask if someone was sitting there. Up close, Jeice can make out the blend of jade and ebony in the armor molds perfectly with being's structure, though to what race or even gender they are cannot be seen; heavy breathing hisses out through a masked helmet as gloved hands motion toward the keeper.

"T-t-t-the u-usual?" shakes the tap vendor.

They nod, retaining their silence, the folds of the outfit moving like muscle. Whispers among the assembly begin to fly about, all filled with fear and wonder about the new arrival.

"H-here ya' g-go," the owner finishes, placing a tall class of clear, sparkling crimson liquid down before the intimidating customer, and backs away.

"I bet you're not that tough," remarks the Ginyu beside her, a simultaneous gasp from the crowd following.

"I bet you haven't slept with one female in your entire life, let alone be a decent performer in bed," bites a feminine voice from behind the synthetic gear. Slowly, the helmet slips back, revealing the head of a beautiful young woman.

"Ouch," a few men in the back cringe.

"You take that back!" yells Jeice.

"Only if you can prove it," she boasts.

"Pardon me," interposes his royal counterpart, facing the female, "Are you the Saiyan named Kerrigan?"

"What do you want with her?"

"I am Vegeta, Prince of our race, and I wish her to be my mate."

"Sucks to be you then, 'cause Kerrigan isn't interested."

"Fine: I demand it."

"And outlaws are suppose to obey orders?"

Before he can reply, she takes her drink and throws it in his face, shocking everyone- normally she would kill someone if they did anything remotely close to that.

"Get out of my sight!" she shouts, shattering the glass against the bar shelf, "just let me live in peace!"

Unable to say anything through his rage, the noble officer storms out of the building, leaving the other for his turn.

"So you want me to prove myself?" he asks, moving closer with a smirk, "How about you and me go, heh heh, 'shabo'?"

"What the hell does 'shabo' mean?!" she revolts, getting off of her stool to draw a more comfortable space between them.

"Maybe at my flat," he grins suggestively, "I'll personally show you."

"If this is offer to get me in bed, no thanks."

"Awwww, come on, Miss Kerrigan. I've never met a Sheila like you b'fore."

"'Sheila'? 'Shabo'?"

"I'll tell you what those terms mean if you come with me."

"Excuse me."

In a hurried fashion, she pays for the drink and rushes out of the pub, not saying another word to him. Quickly, the ginger-skinned fighter follows. After a few minutes of twisting and turning down seemingly endless alleyways and darkened streets, he intercepts her path. Though he is a head shorter than she is and must strain his neck upward to look at her in the eyes, he is undaunted and poised to fulfill his plans.

"Will you just leave me alone?!" cries modern Amazon goddess.

"No!" he retorts.

"Why won't you?!"

"Because…because you're right. I've never slept with a woman, but that will not be true much longer! Kerrigan, I am a high member of the Ginyu Force, and--"

"And you order me to share a bed with you?! I am an outlaw! I DON'T CARE!!!"

Just as he is about to answer her, she is gone without a trace, leaving him in the lonesome cold of a desolate road in the middle of nowhere.

"Hey, Jeice," Burter greets, sitting next to his friend, "You're starting to look a little like me. What's up?"

"Oh, it's just this girl," replies the other dismally, not looking favorite colleague in the eyes. He now sits in a richly adorned lounge, filled with those of high class and could easily buy anything that lavishes the room. This is the company he is accustomed to, as well as absolutely loathes.

"What about her? Did someone actually decline to be with you?"

"Yeah…"

"Don't let her get to you, Jeice. She's not important if she won't accept your offer."

Sighing, the dwarf finally raises his sights to the burgundy optics of his comrade, remembering the breath taking woman he had seen displaced in a disgusting pile of filth: her eyes had gleamed with a fire deep within their emerald pools, which were held with rose petal lips by softly tanned skin, all wrapped perfectly with a river of raven hair tucked neatly into her suit.

"She's a Saiyan Shelia fugitive with an attitude," he finally comments.

"A Saiyan? She's a monkey? Now I really don't see your point."

"She's the only spunky for me, Burter."

Sliding off of his seat, the short assassin walks in sorrow across the floor toward the doors. True, Saiyans, even the highest class, were considered some of the lowest races in social order of Freiza's force of warriors. But now, with this 'Kerrigan', he cannot say that all of them are simple apes with tails; the problem is he cannot have her. Making little effort to open the exit, he is not surprised when the doors swing shut upon him when he is outside, but does not really notice, his mind fixed on other matters.

"Why am I so bloomin' attracted to her?!" he thinks out loud as he strides down the darkened streets, "I'll never be able to get in 'er ramies! And she's a bloody Galah Saiyan! A drongo monkey!"

Glancing at himself in a murky puddle, he stops, and looks back at his reflection, grimacing at the truth.

"And I'm a pint-sized orange freak," he finishes, bringing his foot down upon the image as a tear rolls down his cheek. Who is he kidding? With one gaze upon her, he has fallen hopelessly in love, and will probably become the laughing stock of the whole guild.

"I didn't expect you to be out in the cold," mocks a voice that sweeps past him.

"K-Kerrigan?" the fighter starts, lifting his head up.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" she mutters, continuing forward.

"Wait!" he cries, running up behind and grabbing her hand."

"What?!" she yells angrily, whirling around to face him.

"Oh, ummmm, d-do you have a place to stay?"

"Actually…hey, why should I tell you anything?! Now let go of me!"

"Please, come stay with me. There are no decent lodges around 'ere, and you shouldn't have to put up with any inconveniences now. I promise I won't do anything to trouble you."

"Alright…my ship broke down, and it won't be ready till tomorrow, but then I'm getting off of this dump of a satellite, and you're not coming with. And don't expect to get any play t'night, either!"

The young man cannot help but watch every part of her move carefully. In the light, she is absolutely radiant; it is a wonder she is not a kai. With the suit gone to let her perfect skin breathe, he can trace her flawless curves over and over, never once getting tired or wishing for more. Well, that is not true, but he isn't going to do anything that might send her raving. Just her presence sends him into a spell, and her exposed appearance in a silk dress of pearl covering her forbidden satin areas as she sits upon his intended love seat is enough to arouse him greatly. Thank the gods she doesn't want to sit close to him!

"Will you quit staring at me!" shouts the female with annoyance, glaring furiously at him.

"Ahh, oh, err, I-" he begins, startled at hearing her voice, for they had been sitting in silence for what seems like hours.

"I don't see what's so exciting about me," she fumes, looking away with discontent, and asks herself, "Why the hell are men always gawking at me?"

"Because you're stunnin'."

"And what is that suppose to mean? That my face strikes fear in the hearts of baka men?"

"No, it's just…well, I don't yabba to well when it come t'my emotions."

"'Yabba'? Will you stop speaking in riddles?! "

"Alright."

Swallowing hard, he strides across the room to her. Leaning over her sitting body, he gently kisses her lips, falling to his desires. Taken back by his actions, the outlaw lets him slip into her mouth a little, a dark part of her taking over a bit. He draws back slowly, keeping his eyes closed, his heart fluttering in his chest. For a few minutes, they drift in silence, letting the moment sink in.

"Kai, I hope that wasn't a fizzer," he breathes.

"I…" she whispers, a small smile sprouting on her face, "I kinda' liked it."

"Dinkun? I-I mean, really?"

"Dinkun," she giggles, then become serious, "But…why did you do that?"

"I…I've fallen in love with you, Kerrigan."

Slowly, she shifts on the couch away from her host, stands, and takes a few steps forward, motioning toward the door. Quickly, he stands up, not wanting to lose her. Damn him! He should have none better than to do something like that! Now for sure she'd never even think of him, and he'd be thrown out of the Ginyu squad if this got out.

His last chance is to plead for pardon and her renewed stay.

"Kerrigan, I'm sorry," begs Jeice, unconsciously stretching a hand out toward her, "Please, don't go. I didn't mean anything."

"You didn't do anything wrong…"

To his amazement, the white straps of her garb slip off her shoulders. Cautiously, he ambles toward her, gently placing is hands on her hips, his heart racing faster than before. He can feel his throat dry with the fluctuation of heat within him, and his lips long to be with her petals again. What is she thinking right now? Where will this lead? His thought process speeds alongside his pulse, straining to know the answers.

"Kerrigan," he trembles, his entire body shaking, "You don't have to."

Shaking her head, she pulls the spaghetti strings back and removes his hands. Taking a step forward, she raises her ki, warning him of her sudden anger.

"What the hell am I thinking?!" screams the Saiyan, flinging her arms down to her sides.

"I'm so sorry, Ker-" the diminutive fighter apologizes rapidly, tears falling from his eyes. He was so stupid, touching her! Damn him, damn him!

"Jeice, stop!" she interrupts, taking his hands into hers, looking into his onyx eyes, "I…I need you to do something first. Will you?"

"O-Of course!" he stammers, somewhat shocked at her words, but comforted by her grasp.

"I need you to perform, ummm, well, a tradition with me."

"Come again?"

"Jeice…" she blushes, letting go of him, "I've never met a male so persistent like you, and now I see that you are also willing to care for me, too. And I think it's cute the way you talk, and, ummm…"

As she trails off, he takes her hips again and brings her close, squeezing gently. Her compliments have made him light headed, and he buries his face into her breasts, welcoming the warmth of her chest. Breathing deeply, he takes in the scent of fresh cut flowers, especially rose and lilac, while trying to think of a motion to express his joy.

"Continue," he mumbles, moving back to give her relief of his odd action.

"Oh, Jeice…" she sighs, placing her palms on his shoulders, "I…I want you to be my life-mate."

Tranquility sets over them for a second time, both repeating the process of deciphering what has just been said, but this time in the others arms. What she had requested is so alien, so strange to him. Yet, he cannot help but feel at ease and welcoming the words. Moving his arms up and taking her in his span gently, her delicate body so much like a china doll's, he carries her back over to the settee and places her down, kissing her hand as she comes to rest.

"I'll be anything you wish, Kerri," the love-stricken warrior murmurs.

"Parts of it will be very painful."

"Kerri, I don't care."

"The first-"

"Kerrigan, no more excuses. She'll be apples, I promise. Just do what you have to."

A crystal drop streams down her cheek as she rises and slides her hands from his blades down to his lower back. His spine straightens with her touch, but he grins, the sensation a tad erotic. Hopefully, as he had her those of her race are extremely 'talented' in bed, even if they are virgins, she would perform more graces upon his body. He would of course make no objections.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and abruptly drives two sharp fingers though cloth and flesh to his tailbone. The Ginyu jerks forward, grinding his teeth against one another, the memory of a lost sense returning: pain. He can't remember that last time he has suffered dramatically, though the faces of those he wasted were always fresh in his mind. But this torture, if you can call it that, is astounding! Releasing a low groan, he caresses her thighs and buttocks, griping the firm muscles now and then. When he graces her tail, he stops, trying to perceive its movements. To his displeasure, the appendage is swaying too swiftly, twitching fiercely with aggravation.

"If I recall correctly," his mind contemplates, "Grabbing a Saiyan's tail immobilizes their entire body because there are so many nerves in it. But what would happen if I stroked it gently? Would I get the same results?"

Panting hard, as his backside has just gone numb, Jeice rubs the base carefully. Her body suddenly stops, then a full-throated moan escapes her, her heart beat jumping dramatically. Grinning with his payoff, he continues his kneading as she leans into him, seeping into a sodden state of consciousness.

"J-kun…" she growls zestfully, shifting a little, "…More…"

"As…you wish," is all he can manage, massaging harder and faster while his free hand gently tugs. A small, animalistic shriek carries into the atmosphere, as she pulls him closer. Simply forgetting the whole damn practice and filling her thirst for him in his bed right now crosses her mind, but her ethics take hold of her. No, she is not that low; taking a non-Saiyan for her consort is bad enough, and she has herself to blame for the discomfort he will go through. She cannot disregard her place to her people; she must be strong; she must survive.

"STOP!" she screams suddenly, pulling her fingers out and shoving him away. His legs collapse under him, his power completely drained. Catching him, the young woman sighs and holds him in her arms, rocking gently. Calm washes over her; just having him so near makes her feel complete.

"Sleep now," softly orders the goddess, kissing the chosen hero on his forehead, "It will be a long flight."

~

A/N: Okay, how'd I do? Yeah, it's not as in depth as my other ones, but I wrote the draft a while ago. If I've misspelled any words, meaning the Aussie slang, please do e-mail me about it. I'm too lazy to put my e-mail here, so just go look at my author stat. While you're at it, you can see some of my other works if you're in the mood. Well, ja ne!

*runs to hide under her rock*