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::Chapter 14::

The Morning After

Kale's Farewell
Kale slowly opened his eyes, staring up at the still darkened sky with only
a faint purple hint off in the eastern horizon, from where he lay on his back.
The sun was coming up. He found himself turning his head slightly, to gaze at
the pretty face tucked against his shoulder. Marron slept, deep and peacefully,
worn ragged by his heightened sex drive due to the Blue Moon. He smiled, his
fingers gently sifting through that ultra-fine gold hair tousled now around her
bare shoulders in a wanton display.
Then he froze, expression hardening. No strings. He had made her a promise
last night, that he would not build any sort of lasting attachment that might
otherwise interrupt her way of life. He kept his promises. So with a dark scowl
Kale forced his tail to release it's near-death-grip around her slender waist
and then rolled away from her and to his feet. The Saiyan recovered his clothes
and hurriedly dressed, turning back to watch as his pretty little lover grumbled
slightly in her sleep due to the sudden lack of warmth. He watched as she
heaved a forlorn sort of sigh and then curled more in upon herself to try and
recover her dreams.
Kale then managed to rouse Marron long enough to help her dress in her
discarded nightgown, but as soon as he took her up into his arms to fly her
back home she snuggled her face deep into the crook of his neck and promptly
fell back asleep. Kale flew as fast as he dared, unwilling to disturb her
exhausted slumber . . . not wanting to have to face her pale blue eyes. He
approached the tiny island where she dwelled in, in no time at all, sensing
that the three other persons within were still deeply asleep. Good, that made
things more simple.
Kale dropped down out of the sky, then approached the side of the house
where he'd seen her depart the night prior and used his tail to open the
window. He drifted inside and found a room that was undoubtedly Marron's, for
he could smell her own scent here. Kale slowly approached the bed and very gently
deposited her down into it. He had to reach up and dislodge her arms from
around his neck, and watched with a pained expression as the pretty human girl
sighed and rolled over, burying her face into her pillow. Kale swallowed, then
reached down and carefully tugged the blankets up and over her for warmth. It
then took every ounce of willpower he possessed, and the sounds of wakefulness
outside of the room, to force Kale to leave again.
As Kale blasted off into the bright morning air he silently vowed that he
WASN'T bonding with the human girl, expression fierce. He couldn't. He refused.

~~*~~

Bulma released a long and heavy yawn as she turned over onto her back,
rubbing at her face to try and remove the last vestiges of sleep and dreams
from her foggy mind. She sighed after that, blinking her eyes open, taking
notice of the still throbbing ache between her legs. She smirked, then groaned
softly to herself and shook her head. It couldn't have been more than an hour
ago since the last time Vegeta had mounted her. He'd been insatiable, just as
Kale had warned, and only waited about an hour and a half in between, if that,
before going at it again after every round. How many times had it been? Six?
Seven? She couldn't really remember. It'd all blurred together into one crazy,
steamy night.
With a sigh Bulma turned on her side and gazed at the sleeping visage of her
now exhausted Prince. He lay on his belly, like usual, his arms tucked and
crossed beneath the pillow with his face turned to the side. She always loved
watching him sleep. When Vegeta slept, the walls of his iron-clad defenses
dropped down, revealing a softer and more gentle, peaceful look that hinted to
the man he might have become if not raised for most of his life by the space
tyrant, Frieza. That unwavering scowl that always darkened his hawk-like
features gentled considerably (didn't go away completely, but it gentled at
least). It was times like these when the resemblance to his children came out
in full force and Bulma always found herself marveling at it.
Her marveling was cut short however by a round of furious knocking on the
door. She jerked with a faint screech of fright, and Vegeta was sitting up and
wide awake in the blink of an eye. Bulma blinked, then groaned as she realized
what was going on. Vegeta had encapsulated the house in the middle of no-where
. . . which was illegal.
With a loud whine Bulma turned to get her clothes . . . then remembered that
Vegeta had tore them to shreds last night. With a dark glower in the direction of
her still confused mate, Bulma grabbed his black tank-top instead and threw it
over her head. The material hung loose around her body, the armholes nearly
opening up to her waist on each side, one of the straps slipping down her arm
and refusing to stay on her shoulder, and the hem barely grazing the middle of
her thighs.
Ignoring her somewhat skimpy dress, Bulma hurried through the bedroom, into
the living room and then threw open the door. Just as she expected, she was
confronted with one of Satan City's ESTEEMED police officers. The man,
somewhere in his mid-thirties, cast her a long look and then cleared his
throat.
"Uh . . . ma'am? Are you aware that it's illegal to encapsulate a house
on city property without the proper permits?" Bulma gave the man a wide,
albeit nervous, smile and forced a chuckle.
"Yes! Yes I am, but you see the funniest thing happened. You see
th-that's my car over there, that red one?" She pointed to her car a few
feet away, allowing the officer to turn and see it before she continued.
"Well I had this tiny little accident with the keys and I couldn't get it
to start! It was already really late and I didn't want to wait outside all
night, so I brought out the house just for tonight so I'd have someplace safe
to sleep!"
The officer sighed.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but the law's the law. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
write you a ticket."
"Write me a ticket!?" Bulma screeched. "B-but . . . can't we
work something out?" she pleaded. A ticket was the LAST thing she needed
on her record. She had a reputation to maintain as the president of Capsule
Corporation after all. Bulma tensed, however, as the officer's look went all at
once from guarded to notably leering.
"I dunno," he murmured, licking his lips. "Maybe." Bulma
made a loud, objectionable noise, eyes wide and disgusted.
"That's not what I meant, you pervert!" she snapped. The officer
didn't get the chance to reply. One minute he was taking a step toward her and
then in the very next the door was shoved wide open with a loud bang and there
was a very angry, very threatening Vegeta dressed in his jeans blocking his
path. The officer released a startled yelp, falling back a little. Vegeta
merely crouched down slightly, his lips curling in a snarl with the bare and
enormous muscles in his chest and arms bunching with threatening intent, his
tail thrashing wildly in his wake.
"What in the HELL is that?!" the officer demanded, eyes wide.
Bulma scowled, hands propping onto her hips.
"My," she started to say Mate, then decided to use terminology the
pea-brain would understand, "husband," she finished, glaring.
"He doesn't really take to over-zealous lechers pawing at his wife,
either."
"Husband?" the officer squeaked, then jerked when Vegeta gave him
a loud growl. "He sounds more like your guard dog!"
"I could rip your puny little throat out easily enough!" Vegeta
snapped in answer, then reined in his temper finally and straightened with a
huff. "But I think I will leave that to your superiors. I doubt the Satan
City Police Department would take kindly to you harassing the President and
Owner of Capsule Corporation."
The man's face paled further.
"C-C-Capsule . . . YOU'RE Bulma Briefs?!" Bulma rolled her eyes,
then nodded. The man nearly fell over himself stuttering his apologies, then
after hastily informing her that there would be no further actions taken
against her the man stumbled away into his police car and took off.
Bulma watched with a faintly frowning expression as Vegeta then set about
capsulating the house, then the car, tucking the tiny white things into the
pocket of his half-jacket, which he'd also recovered. Then he lifted her up off
the ground and into his arms without a word. Bulma just scowled.
"You know that I am going to have a hell of a time living this down
don't you? This will be all OVER the tabloids." Vegeta merely snorted.
"As if anyone would believe him."
And then he took off into the morning air, his mate firmly in his grasp,
turning his direction to their home.

~~*~~

Goten sighed in utter contentment . . . then jerked when a flash of sunlight
struck his eyes. He wrenched awake, his eyes widening at the predicament he
found himself in. He was buck naked in the bushes with Bra Briefs, inside one
of the busiest parks in Satan City. Even as he thought of this he heard sounds
of people near by. Heart in his throat, Goten quickly jostled his new mate
awake and then helped her hurriedly dress. He himself tugged his boxers back
on, then grabbed Bra up and shot off away from the park at blinding speeds, to
hopefully be overlooked by the masses.
He breathed a faint sigh of relief when he managed that small miracle, but
the feeling of salvation didn't last when he felt Vegeta's ki coming in fast
toward Capsule Corporation.
"Oh Dende please!" he cried. Bra, who knew his thoughts, bit her
lip and prayed herself as Goten flew like mad trying to beat the Saiyan Prince,
to hopefully get HER up into her room and remove himself before Vegeta sent
them both on a one way trip to HFIL.
Unfortunately things don't always work out as planned. Goten had only
touched down outside of the compound and set Bra on her feet when Trunks and
Pan suddenly burst out.
"There you are!" he cried, face stricken. "Where in Dende's
name have you been, Bra, we've been looking all over for you!" Goten
looked like he was going to be sick, and Bra just stood silently with her face
matching the color of her boots. It took a moment, and Pan's own startled gasp,
for the half-breed Prince to get it. "OH MY GOD!" he cried out, mouth
dropping open. "GOTEN! YOU DIDN'T!"
"Didn't what?"
They all whirled to where Vegeta had landed silently near-by, calmly
depositing Bulma down to the ground, who was dressed in his shirt. The sheer
hell-fire in the man's black eyes told well enough that he already new EXACTLY
what. Goten tried for a trembling chuckle.
"VEGETA! Hi! H-how are you?" The Prince began prowling in his
direction and Goten blanched. "V-Vegeta I can explain! I-It's not . . .
w-well, okay it is what it looks like, b-but . . . " Goten finally
cringed. "Please don't kill me!"
Vegeta merely continued stalking up to his prey, then reared back and socked
Goten a good one, right in the mouth. The teen went flying back into the side
of the building with a yelp, and then slid down onto his hands and knees.
"DADDY STOP!" Bra screamed, inserting herself in between her
father and her mate. She kneeled down to Goten, hands cradling the groaning
teen's face and shooting her father a withering glare.
Vegeta merely glared down at Goten, fists clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
Finally he growled, "You break her heart, Brat, and I'll break your
neck," before spinning on his heel and stalking away. Bulma followed him.
Trunks and Pan lingered for a moment, the former staring down at his baby
sister fussing over his best friend.
"Are you okay?" she whimpered as Goten finally sat up, cradling
one side of his jaw. "Is anything broken?"
"Only my pride," came his answer, and Bra giggled. She bent and
kissed him then, which Goten whole-heartedly returned, unaware of their audience.
Trunks made a face.
"Oh that's just too weird." Pan just shook her head, rolling her
eyes heavenward.
"Yeah, like we're normal or something."

~~*~~

One month later, Kale sighed from where he sat, away from the others,
perched high on the roof of one of Capsule Corporation's dome-like buildings.
He watched, smirking slightly, at the activity that took place below him.
Vegeta's mate was hosting a huge gathering of all their friends, and it was
just that. There had to be hundreds of people below him, some he recognized,
some he did not.
Kale watched Goten lead his mate toward one of the tables, the naughty
little Princess doing her utmost to tease the poor fellow to the limits of his
endurance. She was stopped by the appearance of her brother and HIS mate, who
teased the latter and won a painful smack from both the females. Kale winced,
then grinned. His gaze sifted farther through the crowd, picking out the other
couples and remaining on them for a moment before moving on again. Eventually
his stare came to rest on the one person he'd been avoiding all day, and had
been since that night nearly a month ago.
Marron stood near the refreshment tables, her blond hair pulled back into
those nondescript pigtails, dressed prim and proper in a demure pink dress. She
was once again the careful, tight-laced girl, showing no outward signs that
their night together had meant anything more than the one night stand he'd set
out to make it. Too bad HE couldn't convince himself to feel the same.
Kale sighed, leaning back and casting his pensive gaze up to the blue sky
above him.
Over the past month or so he had begun to feel a restless energy to try and
counteract the sharp heart-ache in his chest. He needed to roam, he needed to
be free, to forget this place called Earth and it's strange, confusing ways. He
found he could not be content here, living with the humans in a docile sort of
lifestyle for the rest of his existence . . . tormented with the sight of the
one thing he could never really own.
Kale was a Saiyan, a warrior, it was in his blood to travel and fight. He
couldn't hide from his destiny. He HAD cherished the months that he had spent
here on Earth, with his Prince and the others. Kale had learned so many things
in his stay, but he felt that it was time he moved on. It was time to leave.
He suddenly got back up and made his way into the room where he'd stayed. He
carefully undressed out of the human's clothes, folding the garments neatly on
the bed, and then reached into the back of his closet and pulled out his armor.
He quickly redressed in his battle suit, then paused long enough to scribble
down a quick note of good-by before he took off toward the back yard, where
Bulma had set up his now fully-functional space pod to show off to her friends.
Kale sat down into the foam seat and began pressing toggles and buttons,
firing up the engines and closing the hatch, stoutly ignoring the way his
already pierced heart seemed to shrivel farther into the recesses of his chest.
The hundred or so guests gasped, some crying out and screaming in fear, as a
loud explosion erupted just beyond their line of vision. Everyone watched,
stunned, as a round white space pod suddenly lifted from the ground and raised
high in the air. And then, with a brilliant flash, it shot up into the sky and
disappeared.
Vegeta scowled.
"Kale!"
He rushed around the side of the building where the pod had been, Bulma on
his heels with the rest of the Z gang not far behind. He had to stall near the
imprints of where the ship had lain, where a rock was holding down a piece of
paper. Vegeta knelt and ripped it up, then began reading the words of his now
dead race.
~~
I would thank each and every one of you for accepting me into your lives for
the short time I remained, putting up with my sometimes disruptive actions and
behavior. But I like to think that we all turned out better for it in the end.
My Prince, I would beg forgiveness for leaving without a proper salutation, but
I felt it better this way. Good byes are always too sad, I never did like them.
I feel my Saiyan blood stirring, Vegeta. There is a vast, great universe beyond
that needs exploring, and I plan to explore it! (No purging, I promise).
Perhaps we shall see each other again someday into the far distant future.
Until that time, my friends. Good bye, and thank you.
~~
No one ever noticed the girl who stood slightly apart from the rest, pale
blue eyes cast up to the sky above her with tears streaming steadily down the
sides of her face. Marron closed her eyes with a silent sob.
"Kale . . . ."
The End . . . .For Now.
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