Title: Saiiyan Entries (Entry 2)
Author: Raine-sama
Rating: Lemon (R)
Short Summary: This is the second entry of the Saiiyan Entries. But this time, the story is from King Vegeta's POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ! Otherwise I'd be making cartoons, not writing fanfics!

Saiiyan Entries
Entry 2
Title: Beloved
Setting: The Royal Palace Of Vegetaseii

She was asleep. She was so beautiful when she sleeped. I reached out to push back some loose strands of her
silky, raven hair behind her ear. Many, including myself, thought it weird that her hair was silky instead of spiky
like that of a normal saiiyan. Of course, no one was stupid enough to mention this out loud. I actually found it as
an attractive trait in her, along with so many others. Heh. She was stirring, she slowly opened her dark purple eyes
and looked at me.

"Morning lover," she said with a smirk. I merely grunted, returning the smirk. She gave me a light peck on the
lips and sat up, stretching, the white, silk blankets that covered her, cascading down to her lap, revealing her
ample bust which was barely hidden under white lace lingerie. And she looked good in it. It would've been a crime
to hide such beauty under stuffy garments. She noticed I was staring at her and merely smirked before getting out
of bed, making sure to put a little sway in her hips since I was watching her so intently. Little minx.

"Pangea..Kronos..Ghosta..Octavia.." the messenger went on. It was just the usual list of recent planet purges.
Whenever the daily list of purges were done, I took the time to let my mind drift. The new queen was fertile and
the doctors expected her to have a healthy child as long as she was kept away from the training facilities. This was
difficult. Like all saiiyan women, Zafira hated to be kept cooped up in the palace when she could be fighting or
doing something productive. I suggested things like the Royal Court or dealing with the usual complaints from
important officials from one of the cities. She grumbled something about getting lazy and fat. Heh, of course with
our nightly 'excercises', I reminded her that she'd always remain in great shape.

I wonder what our son will look, seeing how he is rumored to have the legendary super saiiyan gene within
him. The doctors mentioned this earlier, saying the combination of my genes and Zafira's would create powerful
offspring. For their sakes and this planet's, they'd better be right. When he is born I will see to it that he gets the
best training possible. I smirked to myself, already dreaming about how great my unborn son would be. I am in the
royal bathing chamber, resting against the edge of the seemingly endless pool of clear liquid. Tiles the color of ice,
decorating the floor, ceiling and walls. I suddenly feel myself being pushed underwater. I rise up for air and hear
laughter.

Her laughter.

I turn to my right to see my beloved in the bathing pool with me, up to her chest in water and laughing at me. If
she only knew how soothing her laughter was to my ears. I must've been sneering at her because she started to
laugh harder.

"Oh, so you find that funny? I'll get you.." I said in a threatening, yet playful tone. She gasped and laughed
even more, trying to swim away from me. Heh, fat chance. I swam after her a few feet before finally diving
underwater and pulling her down by her thighs. She smirked at me, her raven hair floating all around her as if she
were some beautiful apparition from beyond. At that moment, I wanted her. I pulled her into my arms and kissed
her, even though we were already being deprived of air. After pulling away, we floated to the surface together, the
servants long gone, tending to other duties. Speaking of which, I had some of my own. In an instant, I had her
pinned to the edge of the pool. A smirk curled my lips. There was no escape for her now. She giggled, probably
reveling in the idea of what I had in store for her. Our lips touched, my hands gripped her waist, holding her in
between the edge and myself. I knew she could tell what effect she had on me because my hardened length poked
at her and my tail wrapped tightly around her waist. We continued to kiss, depriving each other of air until my
fingers snaked downward and then in between her legs. She gasped, breaking the kiss. As I continued to torture
her with my ministrations, she moaned and gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders as I ravaged her neck. I
could tell she was growing closer to her release.

I stopped.

She was panting now. I gave a slight chuckle, I told her I'd get her. I could see the need and want in her eyes,
but I wanted to hear her beg for it. She was already stripped of her clothing, so why not her pride? That is, if she
wanted me badly enough. Sure enough, she told me what I wanted to hear.
"Vegeta..please, keep going," I heard her manage through pants. I merely chuckled and shook my
head,"That's the worse begging I've ever heard. You can do better than that. And by the noise you make in bed, I
know you want this." She sneered at me, earning another chuckle. She was so cute when she was angry. I could
tell this was beginning to turn her off, so I rekindled the want in her by sliding my fingers within her again, earning
another moan. After a few seconds, I pulled out again, earning a whimper from her. I chuckled again.
"Please..my king...I need you, I want you.." she finally gave in. That was all I needed. Without warning, I
began kissing her again, a little more forcefully this time. With my knee, I parted her legs and was soon thrusting
in and out of her. Her moans were music to my ears. Her nails dug into my back, but I welcomed the pain. It turned
me on as I continued to thrust in and out of her, making to moan and soon scream out my name as we soon
climaxed. Her body went slack against mine and I had to hold onto the edge of the pool to maintain balance.
"Extortionist," she called me, her face buried in my neck as she fought to catch her breath. I could feel her
warm breath against my already burning hot skin. I couldn't help but laugh.

She soon had to go to the infirmary so the doctors could to a check-up on our child. I watched her intently as
she put on her black unmentionables and soon her short silk robe that showed off so much of her silky legs and
thighs. I growled, feeling the need to take her again. She merely smirked at me, telling me that it would have to
wait. The woman was a witty one, my wife. But I liked that about her. I paid attention to the dip in her robe that
showed off her ample cleavage. She had tied it personally to show that, to turn me on, knowing that I wouldn't get
the chance to rip those garments off of her and make love to her again and again. She blew me a kiss and walked
out, leaving me to plan out all the things I'd do to her later on at night.
Even though I wasn't out in that hallway, I knew those guards were staring at her, some even gawking at her
as she walked down the halls, her bare feet slapping the smooth, cool tiles of the royal hallways. I could tell. I
could sense an increase in their heartbeats, some even began sweating when she passed by. Of course, they knew
the rules, to keep their eyes straight ahead and off my queen's body. There were times I wanted one of those
guards to defy me and stare shamelessly at my mate so that I could beat him within an inch of his life. Some would
call me a sadist, but not to my face.

Fists clashed. Blood was shed. Drops of hot, sweltering sweat hit the concrete as fighters trained vigorously
against each other out in the training fields. I watched my elite train and battle against each other from the
balcony. It filled me with pride to watch them growing stronger through every battle and every hour of training
they put in a day. The planet purges were merely money for technology to increase our strength. Over time, our
people will be stronger than ever, unbeatable. NO ONE would stand in their way, hell, not even Frieza himself. And
we will take our rightful place as the most powerful race in the universe.

The day soon ended and night soon came. I was certain my queen was tired of being cooped up in the palace
all day long and I had the perfect way to 'loosen her up' so to speak. So, with a smirk, I entered our bedroom. She
was already dressed in her small, crimson nightgown that I had personally handpicked for her. I'd soon get her out
of it. In a second she was in my arms, my lips ravaging hers with no remorse. As we kissed, I lead her to the bed
and she fell on her back, I was on top of her seconds after, kissing her again as my hands struggled to get that
damned night gown off of her. It was soon on the floor along with her unmentionables and my hands were
roaming her body, earning moans when I touched her in certain places. I slowly descended and took one of her
large jewels in my mouth, sucking, licking and caressing it, earning moans from my mate. I soon tended to the
other until both were hard from my touch. I could see she wanted more. So I gave it to her. I descended lower and
spread her legs. Her moans were very pleasing to the ears, so I went further, licking her and probing her with my
tongue and fingers, earning more gasps and moans from her. Her legs tightened arond my head as she took
fistfuls of hair and clutched onto it for dear life as I went on. Just before she could reach her climax, I rose up and
entered her. In and out, in and out. Moaning and screaming. We soon climaxed and slept in each others' arms.

If I stated previously that she was beautiful, she was a sight to see when her belly soon grew swollen, holding
our child within. Even though that sexy figure of hers was soon hidden under her belly and loose royal gowns,
she was still beautiful. Of course, being pregnant slowed her down, so I didn't have to worry about her trying to
sneak off to a fight or anything else that would endanger her or our child's lives. At night, while she would sleep, I
would gently stroke her belly, listening to the life within, my heart swelling with pride. Unfortunately, he would
never how much faith I have in him.

The day our son was born, I was away. But as soon as I returned, I was informed of his birth. A healthy baby
boy and the spitting image of myself. I could only smile as he drank greedily from his mother's breast, unaware of
the future laid out for him.

It was night time, my queen dressed in one of her new long gowns. I preferred the skimpier ones, but she
insisted, being a mother and all. I figured I might as well comply, she still looked sexy in them and they would end
up on the floor after I was done with her anyway. She had gotten back that sexy figure of hers after the child was
born and I was ready to show her how much I missed hearing her scream for me. I pulled her into my arms, kissing
her neck, whispering things to turn her on. She smirked and kissed me. I returned it and was soon on top of her,
slowly pulling down the straps of her gown.

A baby's cry.

Ugh. Did I forget to mention that my son can be very..selfish. Completely forgetting me, Zafira slid out from
under me and walked over to the next room. The baby's cries ceasing as soon as she entered the room. She soon
returned, our son in her arms, smiling and cooing excitedly because he would be getting fed. I grumbled at the
child, stealing the object of my affection with his infernal wailing. And surprisingly, the brat smiled at me before
being fed. I worried. If he were this stingy as a newborn, imagine him as a teenager. Oh no, we weren't gonna have
that. I contemplated with her the next day on sending the brat off in a capsule but she quickly refused, snapping at
me furiously. Who would've known she'd grow so attached to him? Not that that night mattered, after the boy was
old enough to feed himself, I soon got my hands on my mate again.
After another wonderful night of lovemaking, I held my mate tightly in arms. To a point where she was trying
to pull out of my grip, which I wouldn't allow. She knew how possesive I was of her and that it would always
remain that way for as long as I live. I wish I could tell her how deeply I felt for her.

That I want her so badly.
That I need her so much.
That her smile enough gets me through the day.
That I love her.
My Beloved.

THE END