Allo!
I haven't sent the list my posted chapters...so I'll catch up. Here's Part 3.
Let me know what you think.
Gie
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Tail--Three
A Tail To Remember
By: Gie (phowah@cs.com)
An Alternate Ranma 1/2 and Dragonball Z Crossover
Saotome Ranma, Tendo Akane and their familiars are not Mine.
They are Hers, Takahashi Rumiko-sama.
Son Goku, Vejiita-oujisama and their familiars are not Mine, either.
They are His, Toriyama Akira-sama.
But hey, if they want to come over and visit, party, get wasted and
fall asleep on my couch, that ki-draining chain holding them down is
not Mine, either.
Really, it�s not.
Any new characters, though, are MINE, not Hers, or His.
Timeline: In Ranmaverse, this is a few years after Saffron and the wedding
disaster. They�ve graduated from high school. Convenient, ne? In DBZ,
thisis a
few months after the defeat of Garlic Jr. I will be using some Japanese
within...hopefully, I will remember to define it all at the end of the
story. I will be
creating my own timeline, so some things will differ in both worlds.
Especially DBZ.
That�s what �Alternate� means.
~Chikyuu, Several hundred feet above the ground~
Bulma gasped as her breath was taken away when she was
whisked away from the floating palace. She reacted only by instinct
as she wrapped her arms around Vejiita�s neck and molded her body
to his, getting as close as possible to him within his embrace. Vejiita
grunted and held her tighter, adjusting his grip for her body�s
movements.
Bulma caught her breath and looked around. They were flying
through a bank of puffy clouds. She looked into her ride�s face,
studying its features and characteristics. She brushed a lock of
hair out of her eyes and touched Vejiita�s cheek. He looked startled
at her touch and quickly recovered, forming his usual scowl of
displeasure.
�You know, you do look similar, Vejiita-san. I can see some of
the same facial characteristics.�
�You�re talking nonsense, Onna. I resemble the King, and
Seiika resembles his mate.�
�You mean your mother?�
�I meant what I said, baka. She resembles his mate. I had
no mother. That would imply I was born, and nurtured in such a
fashion.�
She looked surprised at his comment. �What do you mean you
weren�t born? Everyone is �born�, in one way or another.�
He scowled a bit but continued anyway. �Saiya-jiins do not
grow their spawn within a female�s womb. They have the capability
for it, yes, but in the higher-classes, the fetus is removed as soon as
possible and put into incubation tanks, where they will grow until
they are ready to handle the harsh environment that Vejiita-sei
offered. The females were warriors, as well, and you did not know
when a fight or battle would break out. It could cause harm to the
child, so they were removed. The tanks sped the process as well,
cutting the time in half of gestation. In the tanks, a gestation
period is only three months. Within the womb, the spawn is �born�
about six months after fertilization.� They broke through the cloud
bank and soared through the stars, Vejiita unconsciously slowing
down.
�So you and Seiika were placed in the incubation tanks?�
He nodded. �Hn.�
She looked into his face, and unconsciously curled closer to
him. �Do you ever miss Vejiita-sei, Vejiita? The people, and the
planet?�
He snorted. �Why would I have useless feelings about some
debris floating in space? Onna, you talk too much!�
�Vejiita...� He just ignored her and directed his attention
straight ahead.
�Okay, then.� Bulma knew she wouldn�t get an answer for her
question, but asked another instead. �On Chikyuu, multiple births
are fairly common. Are they on Vejiita-sei?�
He shook his head and glanced at her as they swooped around
in the sky. �Iie. Actually, they are very rare. The scientists were
surprised to find two fertilized fetuses with the King�s mate�s womb.
They heralded it as a sign of the Legendary Super-Saiya-jiin being
born.� He smirked a her. �And they were right. I will become the
Legendary Super Saiya-jiin, no matter what.�
She smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder.
�Sure, Vejiita-san, whatever you say.� She curled closer to him,
tucking her nose into the grooves of his well-defined neck. She
buried and wrapped a hand within his stiff, wiry, black hair. She
closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep, lulled into slumber by his
heartbeat and his warmth.
Vejiita looked down at the blue-haired female he carried in
his arms and scowled at her. But he couldn�t keep the scowl for long.
It melted into a tender gaze that drifted over her form, settling on
her facial features. He burned the delicate structure of her
peaceful face into his memory as she slept on, unaware of the rest
of the world around her. He unconsciously held her even closer than
before and kept going into the night.
They arrived back at Capsule Corp, and Vejiita touched down
on Bulma�s bedroom balcony. He pushed open the door with his hip,
careful not to disturb the delicate cargo he carried. He laid her
down on her bed as carefully as he could, but she wouldn�t let go of
his hair. He gently pried her fingers open and pulled her arm down.
He lifted her up to get at the covers and brought them over her,
tucking her in for the night.
He hesitated, and sitting on the bed next to her, he bent
over and brushed his lips over her exposed neck, flicking his tongue
across the vein that pulsed there. He pulled back and stared into
her face, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her cheek. �What
are you doing to me, Onna?� he whispered out loud. �Why does my
stomach churn at the sight of you? Why do my fingers tremble
when I sense you are near? What are these sensations that block
my brain from rational thought when you speak to me?�
Bulma opened her eyes and asked him, �What are you doing to
me, Otoko? Why do my toes tingle when you speak to me? Why
does my spirit ache when you are not near? Why does my blood boil
when you look my way?� She reached up and touched his cheek,
caressing it softly. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
She brought up her other hand and drew his face down to
hers for a kiss. She pressed her lips upon his and poured through
that one gentle touch, all of her pent-up emotions that she was
afraid to show, for fear that she be shunned and rejected.
Vejiita didn�t know what to make of the motion, but knew
enough to know how to adapt to return the kiss, albeit a little
clumsily. He sensed that this was a big step for her, and responded
accordingly. He poured into his first kiss all of his locked-away
emotions for her; the fear of ridicule and rejection, and the shame
for not knowing how to express them correctly in the first place.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer,
deepening the kiss with her actions.
His eyes flew open when he felt her mouth open and her
tongue slide across his lips. Her tongue parted his slack lips and
slipped inside, caressing and exploring the unknown depths. He
started to pull away, but Bulma�s grip held him fast. She sped up her
ministrations of the dark Prince, and he finally gave in to her
temptations, plunging into her mouth with his own appendage, gently
battling with her corresponding muscle.
His hands began to roam on their own, touching, teasing and
exploring her hair, neck, and shoulders. He finally broke free of her
grip and released her mouth. He pulled away a bit to look into her
face, flushed with nervousness and arousal. He knew his was in the
same state.
He panted above her, trying to regain the breath that he had
lost. Bulma gave him a soft smile and smoothed back his hair, only
for it to bounce right back into place. She giggled at the springy
locks, and brushed her hands across his forehead, tracing the
permanent scowl lines that were etched in his soft skin. He made
the crevices into trenches and she let out another giggle. Her hand
and fingers ventured lower and combed through his bristly
eyebrows; he closed his eyes as she slowly brought her lips up to
brush the nobby ridge where they met.
He made a deep growling noise; almost purring, within the
back recesses of his throat as he buried his face in the curves of
her neck. He brought his teeth into play and gave her light,
feathery nips along her neck and collarbone, followed by his tongue
lightly retracing their path. Bulma moaned in response, and buried
her hands in his thick mane of hair, encouraging him to continue with
what he was doing.
Switching sides, he dragged his sharp canines across her
neck, feeling the veins pulsing with her lifeblood under his wandering
tongue. He moved lower, to her shoulders, nipping a path all the way
down. He teased the moistened skin with his fingers, barely
brushing the tips across her skin. Bulma gasped at the sensations
and called out his name. She writhed under him, trying to control
the sweeping emotions that flew across her synapses. He drew
back, gazing into her face, studying her, searching for a sign. He
just wasn�t sure what sign he was looking for.
Bulma opened her eyes when she felt Vejiita stop teasing her
neck. She looked into the searching face of the male above her,
midnight-hued eyes boring into her own twilight-hued ones. She
threw him a grin and tilted her head slightly to one side, returning
his stare with an equal amount of force.
Vejiita took that as the sign he was looking for. He broke the
gaze of her and honored her with a gentle smile. He lowered himself
again and giving the base of her neck a light lick and a small kiss, he
bared his teeth and bit down, breaking the skin with his sharp
canines, creating a thin river of blood. He quickly lapped it up with
his tongue and slowly sucked on the wound, drawing out the excess
blood.
Bulma was not expecting him to bite her and she cried out in
shock and pain. The sensations quickly changed for the better as
she purred under his careful attention to the site of the wound,
tingles shooting out from her neck, bouncing all over her body with
each sweep of his tongue.
Vejiita sat up and pulled Bulma into his lap; straddling her
across his legs so she sat face-to-face with him. He turned his head
away from her and exposed his neck. �Mark me, Bulma, as I have
Marked you.�
She stared at his face, his eyes closed in anticipation. She
touched his muscled neck, cords of steel jumping out from tension.
�I won�t be able to break the skin; my teeth aren�t as sharp as
yours.�
�You will, Onna-chan. Just do it.� With an expression of
doubt, she leaned forward and brushed her lips across his skin. He
shuddered at the tingly sensation she created, but remained as still
as possible. She kissed his neck, jawline, and shoulders, running her
tongue along the same path. Vejiita growled deep in his throat, and
gained a response of a purr. He urged her to continue by turning his
head even more, straining the veins and arteries near the surface.
They bulged with each beat of his heart.
Concentrating on one spot at the base of his neck, right above the
shoulder blade, Bulma
sucked on the area, softening the skin and drawing the blood closer
to the surface. Without any early warning, she bared her teeth and
sank her own incisors deep into the fleshiness of his neck. She also
lapped up the blood that flowed from the flesh wound, noting at the
time it had a sweeter taste to it, rather than the metallic taste she
had noticed hers was tinged with, in the past. She kissed the mark
she created, noting and taking special care of several tiny puncture
wounds in a circle. The blood had stopped flowing and she finally
looked up into the face of Her Prince.
Vejiita did get caught by surprise when she finally made the
mark--he sucked in his breath and purred contentedly. He felt a
warm tingling sensation start at the sight of the bite and travel
throughout the rest of his body. He opened his eyes and turned into
His Princess�s sapphire ones staring into his own.
�You know what this means, Onna, right?� She hesitated,
then nodded her head in response, not breaking her gaze. �You are
mine, now. And I am yours. We have begun the Mating Ceremony.
Nothing can sever these ties. They are eternal.� She brought up
her hands and drew his face down for a kiss. He returned it
willingly, but soon broke the contact. He looked deep into her eyes
and gently enclosed her nose between his teeth, and waited for her
reaction, and response.
Soon, Vejiita felt, and with no hesitation on her part, felt
Bulma clasp his chin within her own set of small teeth. They stayed
that way for several moments, and Vejiita released the kiss. He
wrapped her in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder, sighing
quietly.
Bulma wrapped her arms around his chest and returned the
sigh. They sat there, quiet, basking in each other�s presence.
She was the first to break the silence. �So, where do we go
from here?�
�Does it matter?�
She pulled back so she could see his expressions. �Of course
it does, Vejiita.� He rolled his eyes. She thought for a moment.
�You said the marking was the beginning of the mating ceremony.
What�s the rest?�
He closed his eyes in concentration, remembering learned
lessons from the past. �The Bond, itself, is in it�s infancy. There
are three stages to the Ceremony. The Marking, the Bonding, and
the Union.� His cheeks tinted a slight pink.
Bulma looked at him confusedly. �And we just did the
Marking?� He opened his eyes and nodded. �What is involved with
the other two?�
He sighed, but continued, knowing she needed to know this.
�The Bonding is a ceremony that is performed, and the Union...is the
�physical completion� of the Ceremony.�
She scrunched her face in confusion. �Physical completion?�
Her eyes widened with recognition as she saw him blush deeper. �Oh!
Physical completion!� She smiled wide and wrapped her arms around
his neck and wiggled her body closer to his. �I just might be ready
for the next step, Vejiita-chan,� she purred at him.
He blushed even deeper and purred back at her, nuzzling her
jawline and ear. �I can tell you are, Onna, but I am not.� Her eyes
widened as a thought crossed her mind. He scowled as he read her
expression. �The ceremony that must be performed for the Bonding
to be complete needs to be prepared and readied. It can not just be
performed spontaneously. I must ready myself for it, and so must
you.�
Her expression softened and she leaned forward to nuzzle
his ear, and brush it with her lips. �Forget the ceremony--let�s
elope!�
His response to her offer was a throaty growl, and he pushed
her back and stood up, scooping her legs up in his arms. She
squealed and latched her arms around his neck. He walked around
the bed and laid her back down in her original position of the night.
He stood up, drinking in the complete sight of her. He bent down
and bit her nose again; she responded in kind and wrapped her arms
around his neck. He released her nose and unwrapped her arms. He
stood up and pulled the blankets over her, re-tucking her in for the
night.
She blinked in surprise. She definitely wasn�t expecting him
to do that. She silently cursed his heritage and pride. �Vejiita...�
He smirked at her. �Not tonight, Onna. I have to train that
brat at dawn, remember? Get some sleep.� He turned to leave and
retire in his room, but Bulma called out to him.
�Vejiita, matte.� He stopped and turned around, a small
frown flashing across his features.
�Nani?�
She patted the spot next to her in the king-size bed. �Stay
with me, tonight.� He hesitated, and shook his head. �Please?�
He watched her expression get doe-eyed, and felt his resolve
crumble. He gave her a giant scowl and turned to the attached
bathroom. �Fine, Onna. Let me shower, first.� He closed the door
and Bulma giggled as she tore off the blankets.
She went to a set of drawers and changed into a set of
flowered silk pajamas. She heard the water start to run and ran
into Vejiita�s room, retrieving a clean pair of boxers, his normal
sleeping attire. She slipped into the very steamy bathroom and
placed them on the vanity, along with a fresh, fluffy towel. She
giggled once more when she flushed the toilet on her way out,
making the water go extremely cold. Vejiita let out a string of
curses and peeked around the curtain to see Bulma closing the door.
He cursed again and continued with his shower.
When he finished and returned to Bulma�s bedroom, he was
greeted with the sight of her sitting up in bed, a soft light on the
night stand haloing her body. He cursed himself mentally for
resisting such a sight. She gave him a bright smile and watched him
climb into bed next to her. She turned off the light and began to
get comfortable for the night.
Vejiita watched her form as she turned the light off. He felt
her move close to him and he lifted his arm to let her curl up next to
him. He inhaled her scent; strawberries, definitely strawberries
and chocolate. Two of his favorite Chikyuu foods. He buried his
nose in her hair and breathed deeply. Vejiita then pulled her closer
to him and wrapped his arm securely around her tiny waist and his
tail around her leg.
Bulma snuggled close to his muscular body and felt contented
and safe. She reached for his free arm and wrapped it around her
neck, using his massive bicep for a convenient pillow. She breathed
in his scent; fresh-smelling from the shower with a hint of
male-musk and...strawberries? She realized that he must have used
her shampoo. She gave a sigh of contentment and closed her eyes.
She turned her head and caught the corner of his lips with
hers. �Good night, Vejiita-chan.�
�Hn.� He paused for a moment. ��Night, Onna-chan.� With
that, they settled in for the night.
**********
~The FarSide of Pluto~
The officers were assembled on the bridge of the Tokemonu,
watching the view screen display the Sol system in three dimensions.
One officer walked around the display, peering at the display.
�Enlarge Third from Center.�
The display filled with an image of a rotating Chikyuu. The
same officer spoke with disdain. �This is the only planet in this
system with inhabitants? How...puny. Look at all the water. There�s
more water on the planet than land. There can�t be all that many
people living on it.�
�Oh, but there are, Violet. They live in thickly concentrated
cities.�
�Marigold, are they technologically advanced?� Violet asked.
He shrugged. �They have a lot of room to go, but they are
getting there. Some areas are more advanced than others, as in the
large cities, but that is to be expected.� Marigold explained.
Another voice spoke up. �What about their protection?
Police force? Warriors?�
Marigold spoke again. �They have the customary police force,
Rose, but they are of no consequence. Pathetic nothings.�
�And?�
Marigold was hesitant. �They do have some warriors, called
�Z Senshi.� It�s rumored that they were the ones that took on
Friiezer on the now demolished Namek-sei and extinguished him.�
Rose interrupted. �Friiezer? I heard that he fell to
Saiya-jiins.�
Violet perked up. �Vejiita-sei was demolished as well, by
Friiezer. The race is dead.�
A fourth voice spoke, quietly. �Vejiita no Ouji was supposed
to have worked for Friiezer. Could he have been the one?�
�If it was, Daisy, then we might have a problem.� Violet
sighed, turning away from the display and faced the fifth unnamed
officer. �What if there are Saiya-jiins on this waterball, Iris?
What will we do then? The Drones are no match to their ki
abilities.�
Iris spoke from the shadows. �We will deal with the
Saiya-jiins and their Z senshi when we arrive, if they are there at
all. The scientists are working on breeding a new strain of Drones at
this very moment, that produce their own ki, instead of using the
laser guns we have in the past.�
The other four nodded and watched Chikyuu rotate silently.
Daisy spoke up. �What of the Queen on Chikyuu? Will we be
able to find a suitable Queen?�
Marigold flipped through the papers in front of him. �Chikyuu
does have its strong females. We should find a suitable host for the
Queen to use with no problems.� He looked up at Iris.
Iris nodded. �All right, then. Send the first set of scout
Drones, and we�ll see what happens. When would they arrive if
launched immediately?�
Violet hit a few keys on a console panel. �If we send Team
Alpha, they would arrive on Chikyuu within a week.�
Iris nodded again. �Good. Daisy, prepare your troops. You�ll
follow in their flight. Dismissed.� The four surrounding him nodded
and left the bridge to complete their assigned tasks. Iris continued
to watch Chikyuu rotate. �Saiya-jiins, or no, Chikyuu will become
part of the Hive. I will see to it personally, if I must.� He hit a
button and Chikyuu disappeared from the screen.
Yay! Another part for you, the loyal readers! I love Bulma &Vejiita
stories--next time,
Hidden Meanings within dreams, and still more info on the Hachi. BTW, Hachi
means 'Bee.' I realize I haven't defined my Japanese. Gomen! But, if you
really want to find out bas enough, go to:
http://linear.mv.com/cgi-bin/j-e/dict. It's a Japanese to English, and vice
versa Dictionary Server. I found it to be extremely helpful! Let me know
what you think of the chapter. Feedback warms the heart, and feeds the
soul! I can take nasty comments--I was an English Major ^_^;;