*10-18-2015

Surprise!

Hi all! I'm back! Due to a busy work schedule, I have been behind on some much needed writing. I'm a bit rusty, so it will take time to get back in motion. I have a new story lined up for you all. I just hope you enjoy it just as much as the last! This is a continuation from Be My Mate and Give Me Back My Mate, so if you have not read those two, I highly suggest checking them out. If you have read both stories, thank you!

Warnings: This story contains material intended for mature viewers.

Please enjoy and review any thoughts you may have! I appreciate your input! Thank you all!

Stars Align

Chapter 1: Solar

THUMP!

Chichi slammed her foot into the ground, rocks kicking up as she turned to avoid a serious energy blast sailing towards her. With a grunt and a flip, the female quickly maneuvered when her opponent continued to spray a fountain of yellow blasts down from the air. She gritted her teeth, stood her ground and used her arms to block the onslaught raining down. They kept coming, pushing her down until her knees were bending from the strain.

It was totally pissing her off.

With a scream, Chichi pushed through the attack, gravity locking her feet in position as if she wore boots made of rock. She found a gap in between the blasts and slipped through, barreling up towards the direction they were descending from.

Kakarot frowned as she flashed before him, her arm already on the rise to give him a hi-how-are-ya greeting with her fist. They had been at it for hours. Constantly dodging, constantly searching out new tactics to use in battle for their up-coming mission. It didn't include fighting, but Kakarot insisted she be ready for anything.

Battle ready.

Her male excepted her fist with the palm of his hand, giving her a oh-I'm-fine-but-you're-not counter attack with his knee to her side. A definite "fuck" blasted past her lips along with a wad of spit from lack of mouth control. How did she not see that coming?

And here came the ground. She could see each and every rock she was about to blast through, as well as the impending dirt she was about to get a mouth full of any second. As she embraced for impact, her eyes squeezed shut as she attempted to get into position so that the fall wouldn't hurt as much. Tuck and roll.

When an "ooof" grunted behind her and her body slamming into something other than the ground, Chichi opened her eyes to find that a pair of strong arms had wrapped around her. The scent of her male drifted in her nose, alerting her on-the-fritz brain to catch up with reality.

"That was unnecessary," Chichi growled as she was placed back on her feet.

"I was tired of seeing you ass-plant, so yeah. It was necessary." Kakarot growled back, his tail twitching behind him like it was the one offended. "You're improving on your surprise attacks, but defensively you need to greatly improve."

"I think I can defend myself well enough."

"Not enough to reach my standards," Kakarot almost snarled. His attitude today had been a touch-and-go, but right now it was at full go! He was definitely coming at her like one of his many soldiers he was now in charge of training. "Don't look at me like that. You remember our agreement that you so cleverly thought of."

Chichi's brows further lowered. Hell if she could frown any deeper, her face was sure to get stuck that way. "We agreed for you to prepare me for any situation until the day of our mission. Not to bite my head off when I make a tiny mistake."

"A tiny mistake could lead to casualties. When it comes to escorting the Queen and King off planet, all Elites must be on guard at all times."

Chichi contained another growl and grit her teeth for the hundredth time that day as he continued to ramble on about protocol. It was clear that they needed some distance between them. Distance that included Kakarot bunking with his father. Possibly a day or two. Or until they could speak reasonably to one another again.

"Are you done yet?" Chichi crossed her arms over her chest. She had totally pissed him off, but she really didn't give a shit. Kakarot had his fists clenched tightly by his sides like he was ready to punch the huge bolder beside him into millions of pieces. Okay. Time for her to get the hell out of there before they said anything they couldn't take back.

"Where are you going?" Kakarot asked as she stomped off towards the palace.

All she could do was give him a none-ya with her middle finger over her shoulder and kept walking.

God Dammit! Kakarot finally made impact with his fist against the large up-lifted rock beside him. Of course it blew apart, giving him nothing left to take his anger out on. What the hell had just happened? Chichi was clearly pissed just as much as he, but fuuuck. Why? Ever since Vegeta had to make this little get-a-way for his Queen, his very pregnant Queen, Chichi and himself had been at each others throats. He just had to agree in allowing her to go. The way she pleaded up to him had him caving like a brat to sweets. But he remembered the last time he was sent on a mission that ended up with his mate in the hands of evil. He couldn't risk that happening ever again.

With a heavy sigh, Kakarot rechecked his temper and headed in the same direction his mate had went. This was the first time she had walked away from him when they were training and it was irritating the hell out of him. All pent up aggression needed to be laid out on the table so that they could start over again. He did feel guilty for being so harsh with her, but hell, she matched his anger just the same, making things spiral out of control. He had always been the level headed one...okay maybe that was a fib. Lately he felt like his head had took a trip of its own and his mouth took over its position. God, why was he so irritated? All Chichi wanted to do was be ready for their mission, yet he treated her like one of the insubordinate soldiers he trained. Apologies were definitely in order.

As he walked down one of the long corridors, he tried to think of the words he was going to say. Sorry was one of them, but it needed to be more along the lines of hey, sorry I was a total ass back there. Now how about I make it up to you by getting you out of those clothes... Yeah. Like that would smooth things over. Mating had been troublesome lately. Mostly on his part. For some damn reason he couldn't make that connection they had months ago. She was more interested in fighting than spreading her legs or letting him show her just how much he craved her daily.

Kakarot found himself standing at attention before their living quarters, and not just on his feet. His erection had joined the pity club as soon as her scent drifted out into the hallway. It was tantalizingly cruel, but Kakarot ignored the tent in his spandex training pants and continued on through the door. Chichi's scent grew stronger towards their bedchamber, causing the fucker to throb and jerk like a happy idiot.

When he entered, the first thought that went through his head was his female decided to pitch out all their old combat gear. But when he saw that it was all his things, Kakarot stopped all motion. "What are you doing?"

His female gave him a hard glance, her hands never faltering as she chucked his clothes onto the bed. "I'm sick of this. You need to leave for a few days."

That got his wheels turning again. Along with a boiling pint of anger in his veins. "Oh no you don't. Don't do this right now, Chichi."

"Do what exactly?" She flared her own anger towards him and tossed one of his boots on the floor from the closet. Another wave of her scent caused his body to tense.

"Lets just sit down and talk-"

"We've tried talking, remember? If it's because I want to go on this mission, then I'm not going. But I'm not going to be around you while you have that stick up your ass either!" She was pouring with rage.

Now what was he going to say again? Started with an S...

"What has gotten into you?"

Oh fuck. Totally not it. Where was the sorry he'd practiced on the way up here?

"Wait. Chichi, I'm sorr-" There is was, but she was rushing past him. He tried to grab her arm but she avoided him by vanishing out the door. He caught up with her, chasing his pissed off female down the hall. "Stop Chichi." But she kept on going. Loosing his cool and doing something he so didn't rehearse, he took form in front of her in a flash and closed off the exit. She bumped into his chest, her arms reaching out to give him a good one, but he caught them and pushed her up against the wall. "Will you stand still and listen to what I have to say?"

"Fuck you." She spit out as if venom coated her tongue. God she was really pissed and he caused it. "I'm tired of it Kakarot. You've been treating me like a soldier. I'm your mate, remember? Or has the authority you've been given gone to your head?"

"Look, I'm sorry," he started out. "I know it's my fault for allowing things to end up where they are. But you have to remember that I'm also your mate and I want you safe."

Cool Kakarot, now you're making her cry. The tears were wielding up, gathering to fall down her reddened cheeks. If he didn't feel like an ass before, he certainly did now.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me." He was being sincere as his voice lowered, "I want nothing more for you to be happy. And if going on this mission is part of it, then who am I to say no?" The anger between them were slowly slipping away.

Chichi let out a sob, "I'm sorry too."

After wrapping his arms around his crying female, he stroked her hair and slid down her back before cupping the curve of her ass. "Still wanna throw me out?" He asked as he gave it a slight squeeze. He knew she was grinning against his shoulder even though she was still doing her little sniffles.

"Maybe."

"Oh, come on." He pulled back to grip her chin between his fingers to force her to look up at him. "What if I did this?" With a slight brush of his lips upon her mouth, he gave her a tiny taste of what was to come if she let him continue. "Now can I stay?"

"I'm still thinking about it." Even though she had that glazing look in her eyes, she was fighting him. More like teasing him.

"Want me on my knees? You know how good I am at that."

"Cocky are we?" Her brow raised and a intriguing smile raised in the corner of her mouth. The way she said "cocky" had him grinning ear to ear.

"You want me cocky? I can be that. Hell, I'll do whatever you want just to keep you here with me like this." Another dark scent rolled off of her skin, causing him to grit his teeth. Her smell had become stronger in the past few hours and it was causing a commotion below his waist line. He leaned in and inhaled deeply, hips uncontrollably thrusting forward, his nose flaring as he registered the scent.

Holy hell, his mate was in heat.

Kakarot jumped away, his back hitting the wall behind him. As much as he wanted to lay with her and service her needs, there was no way in hell he was about to...another brat?

"Kakarot? What's wrong?"

He barely heard her question, inaudible as her lips moved but nothing coming out. Why hadn't he recognized it before? The mood changes, the strong scent. It had to be. Just like when she first came into heat and they didn't realize it until after the fact Gohan was conceived. He knew now. But this time it was different. Stronger.

"I gotta get out of here." He mumbled, unsure if he said it out loud or to himself.

"Why?"

A low growl vibrated through his chest when she took a step closer. Her scent was beginning to weaken his will power. No wonder he was sporting a massive atten-hut below when he reached their living quarters. It made perfect sense.

"Don't take this the wrong way Chichi. Oh God, please don't get pissed. But you're in-"

Knock-knock. Someone was making horrible timing on the other side of their door.

"I'm in what?"

Knock-knock-knock.

Had to get the door. Had to get the...

"Kakarot!"

He was up and moving, his shaking fingers on the key pad before Chichi could stop him. The panel flew opened as his wide eyes caught a familiar pair staring back at him. "Here. Take this. I'm done brat sitting." His father raised Gohan in the air, dangling him out with an outstretched arm.

"Daddy!" His son happily greeted him and went into a state of giggles when Bardock tossed the small Saiyan in his arms.

As Kakarot lowered his brat to the floor so that he could greet his mother, Bardock took a step back, his brow frowning even more than usual. His father's nose flared as Chichi's scent went flying past him like an invisible wave of torture. A growl erupted from somewhere in the room until Kakarot realized it was him who was making that sound. And he was directing it towards the Saiyan male in the hallway. His own father for fucks sake.

"Come with me." His father lowly ordered for just his ears to hear. "Unless you're planning on making another one of them." If Kakarot wasn't of the verge from loosing his ever freaking mind, he would have grinned at that, but right now was not the time for ha-ha funnies with a mated male and his female in heat. "I highly recommend that you come with me. But loose the tent."

"Can't really move at the moment."

"Yeah. That's what happens when you're around a female in hea-"

"Don't say it. Don't say that word." Kakarot lowly groaned and placed his hands against the doorway. He was unsure if he did it to hold himself up, or to keep his father out, even though Bardock wouldn't do something so stupid as enter their living quarters at a time like this.

"It will only get worse if you stick around. And you know what will happen if you do."

"Oh damn. That hadn't crossed my fucking mind." Kakarot sarcastically spit out.

"Kakarot?" Chichi's voice caused a shiver to run down his spine.

Yup. Had to go.

"I'll be back later, Chichi." He forced out past gritting teeth. It took some concentration to get his legs to move, but with the help of his fathers tight grab to the scruff of his neck, they were bolting down the hall before Chichi could get out another word.

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*That's it for now dear readers. Please let me know what you think and if this is worth continuing! Thank you for reading and the massive support I have been given!