Okay I realize I should be updating the other stories instead of writing something new, but this just came to me...and the other stories are in a bit of a rut...and writer's block, you know that deal. So I'm trying to work those out, but here's this for now.

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'Where are you?'

She had caused just as much destruction in her time, wouldn't they have had the same place in Other World?

To be honest, he could care less if Kakarott was alive somewhere out here. She was the reason he'd gone off to space.

He saw the potential interest lingering in that Earth woman's eyes, but he chose to ignore it.

She was the one he wanted despite her parting words to him. Her presence aboard Frieza's ship made his days easier, no matter how it was they had first come in contact.

They were the last of their kind, forced to follow his every command like sick dogs.

Forced to bow at his feet like slaves-in some ways they weren't far from it.

"Greetings, Master Frieza. We have returned from the planet Schick. Everything was done as you desired. They pledged loyalty to your throne after three short days." Vegeta informed the tyrant.

"Did they really? I'm surprised it took so long." Frieza's snide laugh cut like a knife. Nappa and Radditz's faces took on an incredulous look. "Very well, then. You may go away now."

Nappa stood quickly, yelling, "Hey wait! Is that all you're going to say to us?"

Zarbon and Dodoria stepped forward defensively, as if their master truly needed their protection.

"We just crushed a whole race of people in three days, and all you can say is- is-" Nappa continued his ranting.

"Tell me, Zarbon. How long do you think it would take you to conquer a planet like Schick?" Frieza asked his fairer subordinate.

"Well, I imagine one full day would be enough," was his response.

"Really? A whole day? It is a tiny planet." Sharing another round of laughter on the trio of Saiya-jins' behalf, Radditz joined Nappa in his outrage. Vegeta, the smartest of the three, stayed where he was. "Is there anything else you'd like to report to me? You do understand I have more significant matters to attend to." Frieza flippantly dismissed them, serving to anger the bald Saiya-jin further.

"You cocky little-" Blindly, he charged.

"Nappa!" At his prince's voice, he stopped, rousing more laughter from the tyrant and his cronies. "Please excuse us, Master Frieza." Vegeta said, hoping his companion's outburst would be exonerated, as they turned to leave.

"What more can you expect from a monkey?" Again more laughter.

Vegeta struggled to keep his own anger in check as Zarbon's insult echoed down the hall, but he kept walking.

"It seems to me our little prince needs to be broken." The despot spoke up as soon as the warriors had gone.

"I'll do it." A feminine voice from the shadows sounded from behind.

"Usagi, finished already?" Dodoria questioned.

A warrior of such petite build, who looked as if she'd break from the softest touch, came forward. She wore a uniform like each other member, adjusted for a woman, of course. Her golden hair streamed down like two silk ribbons. She was ethereal in all aspects, especially her piercing blue eyes-her eyes held the greatest sign of her battle hardened persona-otherwise, a bubbly nature usually took its place.

"Of course." Usagi smiled.

"Why, pray tell, would you make such a generous offer?" Zarbon asked, something underlying his voice.

"To be honest, the planet Goze wasn't much of a challenge. I could use the exercise." Usagi answered, paying no attention.

"Very well, do as you wish." With a bow, Usagi turned to go. "And Usagi," halting, she looked at her master, "make it good." Usagi smirked.

"I intend to." She left in the same direction her target had gone.

"Sir, is it wise to allow this? She is female after all."

"You overreact Zarbon. She knows exactly what will happen to her should she slip up." Frieza gave him a sidelong glance. "Or is it possible you're jealous she has focused her attention on Vegeta?"

"No, Sir."

"Nonsense, it's written all over your face. Not to worry, she'll be only warmed up when she's through with Vegeta." Frieza laughed.

"Yes, Sir." Zarbon replied. Perhaps he would pay her a visit later.

"That bastard!" Zorn cursed, tending to his wounded prince. Apparently, Usagi wasn't the only one sent to break him. He was beaten to within an inch of his life.

Usagi stood in the doorway listening to the Saiya-jins bicker about the Ice-jin's ways of teaching a lesson. It was true that out of each member he could've chosen, the young prince was the least likely candidate. Surprisingly, none had noticed her presence.

"I see you bit off more than you could chew." Finally, she made herself known.

"Who are you?" Zorn asked, on edge.

"That's Frieza's wonder child, Usagi." Radditz answered with an dark attitude. He knew her.

"You flatter me." She dismissed them, heading straight for the the beaten teenager.

His company tensed at her approach. Producing some kind of device, she raised her hand the Vegeta's forehead, only the be stopped by Zorn's hand upon her arm. Usagi cocked a brow, showing the soldier the clearly defined medical instrument. Slowly, he released her.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Usagi said, finishing with her healing procedure.

"We know that's not why you're here." Radditz broke the silence.

Usagi sighed, exasperated.

"It's going to happen whether you want it to or not." She got a mischievous smile, "Unless, of course, you'd rather Zarbon be the one to do it. I wasn't aware you were into that type of thing. I can call him here if you'd like." She said, lightly putting a finger to her scouter.

"Why you!" Zorn rushed the small blonde, rewarded by an arm protruding from his back. Usagi frowned.

"Any other objections?" Usagi questioned the shocked men before her, a glare set at the two who were not part of her objective. She removed herself of the lifeless carcass on her arm. At their hesitant silence, Usagi smirked.

Suddenly, the doors opened. A nameless messenger entered.

"You are on a new assignment." The three remaining Saiya-jins stood.

"Not you." The man continued, pointing in Vegeta's direction.

Vegeta growled then dared to look at Usagi, who stood there, smirking at him. He glared at her, next turning his attention to Nappa and Radditz. Both men were staring at him, each knew they'd most likely be killed if they didn't go.

"If you value your lives-" The messenger began, only to be cut off by a rough shoulder as the tall Saiya-jins left. Quickly, he followed.

Usagi still had a smirk gracing her lips, staring at her prey. Slowly, she started advancing upon him. Vegeta kept up his strong front.

"Well aren't you the confident little fighter?" She taunted. Vegeta stayed in a fighting stance, not about to let his guard down.

"Let's get this over with." Usagi raised her eyebrows.

'How cute...he has no idea why I'm here.' She thought. Toying with him, she asked, "Anxious?"

"Hardly. You're a waste of my time." He spat.

"That hurts." She mocked a pained expression, replacing it with a sinuous smile, stalking him down. Vegeta backed away faster now, quickly finding he had nowhere to run as she captured him in a corner.

Frantically throwing punches, Usagi caught one fist then the next. None-to-gently, she pushed him against the wall. Usagi pressed her body up against his, putting both of his wrists in one hand.

"My pretty virgin prince." She whispered as she drew her hand across his cheek, trailing down to his nether region.

To this day, he could feel her fiery touch and see every movement of her lethal, delicate hands as they greedily stripped him of his armor. Violently, she peeled the spandex from his skin, exposing all of him to her lustful gaze.

Moreover, he remembered his body's hungry response to her onslaught. She had changed him forever.

Her visits became more frequent. Sometimes she wouldn't leave when she was through. She'd watch him as he rested, lightly running her hand through his hair.

Each 'session' left him hungrier and hungrier. There were times he'd sought her out, taking her when he wanted.

Sometimes he found himself having delusions that she was his-only his-but when his mind was clear, he knew he was just another prick to please her.

Servitude. That was the life they both had been thrown into.

Their particular affair had lasted around three-short- months.

"Tell me, Usagi. How is our little prince doing?" So this was the purpose of their meeting.

"He's," She paused, looking for the right term, "improving, Sir." A slight smirk danced upon her face.

"It seems you've grown quite fond of him."

"Certain parts more than others." She smiled.

"Well I'm sorry to inform you that I'm cutting your rendezvous short. You're being stationed in the North Quadrant." He turned away, staring out the window.

For a while, she stayed silent.

"Does this upset you?" Frieza turned back to her.

"No, Sir. Your judgment is best." She kept her head high, not showing any sign of unease.

"Usagi."

"Sir?" She questioned, as the Ice-jin walked up to her and grabbed her chin.

"My pretty soldier." He said.

Smirking, the tyrant drew his fist into her midsection. Blood spurting from her mouth, Usagi fell at her master's feet.

"Just a precaution, Rabbit." Frieza explained as he left her in her small pool of blood.

"Thank you, Sir." Usagi rasped.

Just a precaution- it was an unnecessary precaution. Usagi mustered through the pain as she made her way to the medical wing.

Luckily, the damage wasn't permanent.

That would be the last night he'd see her. With the advanced technology around them, it had never crossed his mind that she could possibly end up with child. He figured it was all routine to her by now.

Abortion was just another commonplace.

There it was, though. She was his chance to rebuild his race. All he needed to do was to make sure she was kept safe.

That would be impossible. Frieza would intervene most assuredly.

And he had.

She was waiting for him in his quarters, as she had done so many times before. Unlike those times, however, she was fully adorned in her armor.

She didn't look him in the eye, but he saw the trace of pain she was trying to hide.

Neither of them spoke.

Finally, as if he couldn't live without her, he took her in his arms, kissing the nape of her neck. She knew what he wanted, what he was planning, but she sadly couldn't allow it.

She reluctantly pulled away and led him to the bed, motioning for him to sit.

Once he had, she knelt in front of him and removed his gloves. She kissed each callused finger.

Her actions confused him.

She placed his hand upon her chest and stared into his eyes.

He could feel every beat of her heart under his palm.

"Promise me." She spoke suddenly, making him almost jump. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid when I'm gone."

So it was true. He'd heard that she'd been re-stationed, yet part of him wished it wasn't real.

"If you want to restore the Saiya-jin race to its former glory, it will be quite impossible if you're dead. Promise me." It was a command and a plea.

For the last time, she ran her hand through his gravity defying hair. She stood when her scouter indicated it was time for her departure.

Before she opened the door, he grabbed her from behind, pressing her tightly to his body.

"You will be there on that day." He breathed in her ear. Turning to face him, she, for the last time, kissed his lips. Silently, she slipped away from him.

"Don't try to find me, my prince. Ever."

'Farewell...'

'Where are you?' He couldn't accept she was gone. He wouldn't.

Why did he care so much? Why did it hurt to hear her words?

When had he started truly loving her? This woman who was nearly a decade older than him.

It had been her duty to rape him, and she'd done her job well.

She had the power to kill him at any time, but she'd healed him on numerous occasions. Everyday she was with him, she reminded him he was royalty, never allowing him to forget.

It was too much to bear.

No.

She wasn't dead.

She couldn't be.

Another bout of ridicule from the creature who'd taken him from his father. Another mass of fuel to his already burning hatred for the Ice-jin. Another outburst he would suppress until he held the power to destroy him.

All too suddenly, an unimportant soldier ran into the bridge of the ship.

"Sir, the North Quadrant has been destroyed!" He interjected. Frieza's face grew sinister.

"Tell me, what makes you think I didn't already know that?"

"I-", the peon stuttered.
"You have earned yourself a place in the next dimension." Without lifting a finger, he turned the man into dust.

"Lord Frieza." A thickly accented voice resonated.

"So Zarbon, you took care of the North Quadrant." It was more of a statement than a question.

"As ordered."

"Yes, very good." Frieza turned his attention to Vegeta. "You're still here Vegeta? You may go now." He said, heedlessly.

Ignoring the belittling remarks coming from behind him, Vegeta returned to his quarters.

He was beside himself.

Frieza had her killed.

Usagi. She was like his child. His prodigy.

Yet he had her killed!

That meant no one was safe. Ally or otherwise.

He had to see it for himself. Quadrant Three, the North Quadrant.

It was his main destination out here.

Made up of a cluster of twenty-three planets and seventeen moons, for any high ranking officer to be suddenly stationed there meant you'd severely screwed up. What was Usagi's crime? She had already proven she hadn't 'slipped up'...there was no child within her.

He came this far for only crumbling buildings and dirt. Remnants of bones and primitive weapons were still scattered on the ground, scathed by the intense weather conditions of the quadrant.

The only item of worth to him was the cracked scouter with the Ice-jin hieroglyphic for rabbit inscribed on the side.

Picking it up, out of the loose sand, he wrapped the device in a small piece of cloth.

It was time to return. His space ship had only enough fuel to make it back to Earth.

For now, it was home.

He had to let her go, for the last time.

"Oh my! I wasn't expecting company. I should put on another pot of tea." The voice of that dimwitted blonde woman greeted him; next, the mistrusting ramblings of the man who couldn't even defeat one of the Saibamen; followed by the skillful intervention from the blue haired woman, stopping the inevitable useless fight.

He sensed that she had strayed longer than necessary while he showered, and despite her obvious beauty, she couldn't compare to his temptress.

To her credit, she was trying to get near him. Perhaps, he should accept her affections for him.

She had told him to restore his race, and, maybe out of a deranged bitterness, he'd actually aided in destroying one of its few remaining members.

He'd once thought that he'd found her on a planet named Venus, but the woman he'd found there was merely an imitation.

It had been ten long years of commissions, battles, and intense healing. Every night was a torrent of dreams and nightmares. Tormenting him. Every time he'd close his eyes her face lingered.

When did start loving her? Why?

Why couldn't he let her go? She was gone, truly gone.

No. The only one he wanted was her.

The Saiya-jins would thrive once again, and she was the key component.

He wasn't about to throw that away.

She was alive. He just knew.

Through a bit of luck, the scouter he believed to be broken had started functioning. Fastening the device to his ear, he scanned through the stored data:

Annihilated races and planets.

Inventory of salvaged goods.

Most importantly, profiles of every member of Frieza's crew.

Each file displayed the status of each man.

He skipped through the list to the important one.

Dodoria: Expired

Zarbon: Expired

Then he came to it, the only female of the entire crew.

Usagi: Active

Alive! Usagi was alive. It may have been pure foolish hope. The scouter could definitely have been faulty. It had spent years unattended and covered in dirt. Pressing the side button once more, his finger moving of its own will, he saw the next name in the sequence.

Frieza:

The screen went blank.

This didn't sit well with him. If the possibility was there that Usagi was alive, maybe Frieza was alive, as well.

He needed fresh air.

She was there before him. Completely alive, but she was young.

Too young.

This couldn't be his Usagi.

Yet here she was.

She was no more than sixteen, the age he had been on their first encounter.

She was fragile. He could have her at his mercy in but a second.

She'd literally run back into his life.

He was on his way back, he'd gotten enough fresh air.

"Help me! Please!" Looking behind her as she ran, out of fright and stupidity, she lost sight of her heading. Quickly, crashing into a solid body. Reacting quickly, to break her fall, Vegeta wrapped his arms around the small girl. Looking down, was the greatest surprise to him.

"Come back here you bitch!" Her pursuer, a man with short dark hair, ran up, stopping at the sight of him with his arms around her. It was clear, the man knew he couldn't take him on, and Vegeta could see what it was that was driving the man to chase this girl-despite how small it was.

In a bit of annoyance and a large part of possessive anger, he raised a gloved hand, blasting the pissant with ease; blatantly ignoring the severely freaked out woman pressed into his embrace.

Without asking her consent, nor any other questions, he brought her inside the large domed building of Capsule Corporation. Disregarding the looks from the inhabitants of the building, he took her up the stairs and down the multiple halls, finally arriving at his room.

For a moment, he stood with her still in his arms. Then, albeit reluctantly, he let her go. Expectantly, the slip of a woman, staggered away from him into a corner. She was shaking like a leaf. Silently, he watched her, after a while, he turned around, entering the adjacent bathroom.

She could hear the water begin to run. This was most definitely the craziest night of her life, never in her wildest dreams would she imagine something like this. Here she was in a foreign house with a man who was certainly deranged, and despite him having saved her from a potential rapist, how could she trust him? He killed a man cold blood in front of her!

Gathering up some courage, she looked around at her surroundings. The room was quite spacious, not elaborately decorated, but, perhaps he didn't want it that way. A soft glimmer of moonlight shone on the edge of an object on his dresser. Curiosity getting the best of her, she unwrapped what she found to be a type of device. Turning it over in her hands, she rubbed her finger over the symbol on the side.

"What are you doing?"

She didn't jump, she'd felt his warmth behind her. Ignoring his question, she asked, "Why do I remember this?"

Vegeta's eyes widened slightly.

Tentatively, Usagi turned around. Slowly, taking in his appearance, she wiped away bead of water that was making its way down his chest.

"Why do I feel I should know you?" Her voice was barely a whisper. She looked in his eyes for some kind of answer.

Daringly, Vegeta got closer, gently backing her into wall. "You used to know me very well...Usagi."

Not once had she told him her name, and he saw the shock in her eyes.

Too close. He was too close for comfort. As she had been doing earlier, she ran.

Once again, she was out of his life.

That wasn't his Usagi.

His worst fear was coming to life. The monster who'd wreaked the chaos upon him and his entire race had returned. As always, he was no match.

Revenge would slip through his fingers yet again. Instead, a random stranger, who seemed to have achieved the level that was out of his reach, would be the one to take him down.

At the back of his mind, though, she was there. She was gone, and only two days ago, a week after she'd run from him, that recovered scouter was missing.

Reappearing on the face of his elusive enchantress; she was just as she was that final day so long ago, standing beside her master like it was as natural as breathing.

"Lord Frieza, it is good to see you alive and well." Usagi bowed, as she always had.

"Usagi, my most loyal servant. Reincarnated, I see." Frieza smirked at her.

"As planned." She smirked, equally.

"The benefit of being Lunarian." Her master's father laughed.

"So this is the planet Earth. How quaint." Frieza looked around, suddenly emitting an electric discharge. "I will make that Saiya-jin pay for what he did to me! I'll vaporize every last one of his friends one-by-one!" He turned to his soldiers, "Now all of you begin your search, and when you find them, show no mercy."

"Yes, Sir!" Yelling, a group of three made their way, but after taking off, their dismembered bodies fell to the ground in pieces.

Usagi spotted the assailant before he began his descent; a young warrior brandishing a sword.

An inexplicable breeze blew by, emphasizing the look of his lavender locks. His eyes, glaring down at her master, we a beautiful shade of blue.

"So you must be Frieza." He spoke. "I've been waiting a long time to meet you face to face."

Both Ice-jins stood still.

"Well, we have a guest." The tall king said.

"Now I'm going to destroy you." The young fighter threatened.

"Oh, we'd better run." Frieza feigned fright. "You don't know what you're up against, boy."

"I know exactly what I'm up against, Frieza. Let me tell you, I'm not worried. I'll finish you once and for all."

"Enough idle talk. Foot soldier!"

"Sir!" A green scaled soldier stepped forward.

"Vaporize the little rodent." Frieza ordered.

"With pleasure." The soldier responded.

"The rest of you, spread out!" Each soldier did as they were told.

"I think it's only fair I should warn you guys, you don't stand a chance against me." The boy stated.

"Kid, you don't scare us." A random red-headed guardsman defended.

'He should.' Usagi thought.

"Stand back. I need some room to work here." The ordered foot soldier came out front, measuring the boy's power on his scouter.

'Fool...' Usagi shook her head.

"His power is only Level 5." He charged his weapon. "Kiddo, I hope you've said your goodbyes 'cause it's about time for you to go." The teen surprised him by deflecting the first blast and the following three. "But how?"

The boy sent the soldier crashing into the leg of the ship, flying over Frieza's head, causing the despot to turn to him.

"Well it seems the little dog has some bite to go with his bark after all." He quipped.

"Why you! Attack!" One man bellowed and each man charged. Usagi watched as the youth disposed of each pathetic warrior with his impressively skilled blade, save one. The petrified man backed away from the boy, gaining him his lord's arm struck through his abdomen.

Frieza's frown at the warrior's incompetence turned into a smirk. "I must admit I'm impressed."

Usagi sighed as she walked forward. "Would you like me to dispatch him, Sir?"

"No. As far as I'm concerned, the boy is an ally to that Saiya-jin. I'll enjoy crushing him myself."

"Yes, Sir."

Usagi jumped off to a high cliff to watch the show unfold. She didn't need her scouter to tell her that change was imminent. This boy, who looked about her current age, was definitely strong.

The earth was trembling underneath her. His lavender hair change into a luminous blond as a golden aura blazed around him.

'So this is a Super Saiya-jin.' She'd heard the legend years ago.

Everything Frieza threw at him was countered effortlessly.

In desperation, Frieza produced a sizable ki sphere just as he'd used to obliterate the planet Vegeta. All hope for this planet seemed lost.

The Ice-jin laughed in triumph. King Cold jumped atop the ship, "You know you could've done this from the beginning and saved us a lot of effort."

His son landed near him, "There's no pleasing you sometimes."

The admirable ball of ki began to rise up out of the ground, gaining the Ice-jins' attention.

"There's no way! That's impossible!"

The youth came up out the crater. Frieza jumped down from his position on the ship, throwing a smaller blast at the sphere, exploding it on contact.

Usagi braced herself on the cliff against the blast's powerful winds. Suddenly feeling a presence behind her, she whipped around. The young man paid her no mind, and Usagi looked back at the two tyrants on the ground who were bantering over their 'victory'.

"Hey Frieza!" The boy's voice echoed, as he sent a blast at both men, forcing them to take to the air. With a rebel yell, the teen bared down on the cyborg lord.

One swift swipe, clean through his entire body, and several dicing cuts, followed by one final blast; Frieza was no more.

A small weight had lifted from Usagi's shoulders, but there was still one matter at hand.

The boy turned to the fuming King Cold. Both men descended to a small plateau.

"Super Saiya-jin. I'm impressed. To encounter a fighter of your caliber is a rare occurrence indeed. It does present quiet an opportunity."

'How pitiful. He's asking him to join his crew.' Usagi observed, knowing the outcome already.

"Not a chance." The young Saiya-jin answered.

"Alright, but grant me this. Allow me to examine your sword. A weapon of such obvious quality practically begs to be admired. You have nothing to fear from me."

The young man smirked, vaguely reminding Usagi of someone.

Removing it from its sheath, he tossed the blade to the horned king. Usagi chose now to join them on the plateau.

'Why would he hand over his sword? He obviously mustn't need it.' She stared at the weapon then back at the boy.

"Remarkable craftsmanship, wouldn't you agree, Usagi?"

She nodded, knowing he wasn't looking at her.

He continued, "I have a hunch that you wouldn't have defeated my son without this sword. What do you say?"

'You're wrong.' She stared at the giant.

"Believe what you want." The teen answered.

"I will. I believe without this sword you're nothing!" Usagi leapt back as he swung the 'borrowed' sword. Her eyes widened at the sight of the sharp edge caught in the young man's hand.

Yes, change was imminent.

Step by step, the boy forced the monster back.

"You should know that the weapon doesn't make the man." Placing his palm just under his heart, the teen blasted a hole through King Cold's chest, sending his broken body to the ground below.

Cowering and pleading. the king reached out to her.

"Usagi! Help me!"

She made no movement. It had been drilled into her mind that the weak must perish.

Swiftly, the young Saiya-jin warrior finished what he started, leaving no trace of the the tyrant. After blasting the Ice-jin's transport, he turned in her direction.

"Well, are you going to avenge your fallen masters?"

"No, I'm rather interested in meeting the man who had Frieza in his grasp and chose to set him free." She replied.

"Very well." Sheathing his sword, he untransformed, focusing on the group of bystanders to the whole onslaught. "I'm heading off to a place near here to meet Goku. Would you guys like to come?" Usagi could see the entire group was flabbergasted.

Pointing to his left, he continued, "C'mon, it's this way. Goku should be arriving in a couple of hours."

The others were very reluctant.

"I'm not sure you can gain their trust so easily." She said with a tiny smile.

"They'll come." Simultaneously, they departed in the aforementioned direction. Both awaited the others to follow.

As anticipated, they did.

'I've got to find out who he is!' Flying at a speed to match his vendetta, Vegeta was the first of the group to touch down.

'But first.'

As the others were distracted by the teenager's refrigerator in a tube, he had a theory to test.

Faster than he'd ever been, his fist connected with the side of the blonde woman's face, earning upset disapproval from the congregation. Their young savior held up his hand to stop any possible uprising.

The same hardened blue eyes looked back up at him from her new position on the ground. Her devastating smile was only shown to him. Rubbing her cheek to somehow ease the pain, Usagi responded to his impulse.

"You've gotten stronger, my prince."

He didn't tone down his voice to a whisper. He didn't care that there was an audience. He just spoke.

"You're the same age as I was..." He didn't need to finish his statement. It was like their first encounter, only now, the tables had been turned.

"Take your revenge then, Vegeta."

He grabbed a fistful of her uniform, bringing her up so his lips were at her ear.

"I told you you'd be there on that day." He whispered lightly, leaving shivers crawling up and down her spine.

He'd be damned if he was going to wait two hours for Kakarott to show up in the company of these insufferable earthlings.

Ever opportunistic, he was going to use this time 'constructively'. Throwing the blonde over his shoulder, Vegeta took off to the sky, leaving a wake of confusion behind him.

The lavender-haired Saiya-jin smiled, watching the pair's fleeting form with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

Landing far away, seemingly far from any form of civilization, he brought her into a cave.

Setting her on her feet, he looked her up and down. She was everything she once was. Every bit as beautiful as ever. This was the seductress he saw when he closed his eyes, despite her being half that age.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." Usagi backed away slightly.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He advanced upon her.

She was. She had been reincarnated. In her second chance at life, however, she had been more celibate.

She had done a terrible thing to him in the past. How would he return the favor?

He had both of her arms pinned to either side of her head in the blink of an eye. She squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she possibly could.

Yes, she was scared.

He shifted his hold on her wrists into one hand, grabbing her chin with the free one.

"Look at me." She opened her eyes for a second before he gently brushed his lips across hers. He pulled away, looking into her cerulean eyes.

His loosened grip allowed her hand to explore his hair as she'd done so often. The gesture sent shivers across his skin.

She remembered the warmth of his hands, rough from countless battles. She preferred the callousness to the soft artificial fibers of his gloves.

Slowly, taking his time, he slid his hands down her sides, stopping at her hips.

Careful, not to rip too much, he tore a strip from her uniform, exposing the lower region of her stomach.

Daringly, he hooked two fingers in the remaining fabric that was covering her lower half. A challenging smirk graced his lips.

Looking up from where his fingers dangerously lingered, she unconsciously licked her lips.

"Anxious?" He raised a brow.

Every time he used her words against her excited her more and more.

No longer was she afraid.

She wanted the very thing this body had never known.

Skillfully, he stripped away the rest of the clothing that hid her from his gaze.

Gently, he kissed a trail down her stomach. Her head was spinning and chills erupted over her body. She watched as he spread her thighs wide as he leaned down to take her into his mouth.

She groaned deep in her throat, balling her hand in his dark hair.

Biting her lip, she felt a pleasurable burn at the center of her body.

He pulled back to look at her, "You're a virgin no longer."

She gave him a questioning look, to which, he replied by leading her hand to the center of her body. Her maidenhood indeed was gone.

Her past play-toy had learned some new tricks.

Taking her hand from his hold, she began pawing at his clothes; which, in her opinion, were quite unbefitting of someone of his status.

Thankfully taking the hint, he helped her with the task of disrobing him, never bothering with the shirt's buttons and quickly ridding him of the dreadful yellow pants he'd been forced to wear.

Flipping her to the cold ground, he kissed her deeply as he buried himself deep inside her.

Vegeta couldn't breathe at the tightness of her body welcoming his. He had never known anything better than feeling her skin slide against his. He relished the feeling of her hands skimming over his back, lightly scraping his skin with her nails.

She was his now-he wouldn't let any other man have her.

She was his in a way no other woman would ever be.

Everything was as it should be and will be.

For the last time, would he ever have to be afraid of losing her.

He ran his hand through her golden hair, watching her as she rested.

For the last time, would he ever feel alone.

He'd heard her-repeatedly-promise never to leave him.

For the last time, again, for the last time.

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Alright, as always, I'm sorry for spelling and grammar mistakes, OOC-ness, etc. but I hope you liked it. :)