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Selfless Scarifice	By : OddPairingFan Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1000 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Vegeta punched combos at the holograms in the training room as he waited for the other two saiyans. Nappa was getting out of the tank that morning and he already gave orders for him to meet in the training room without his morning meal. Raditz may have beaten the crap out of him, but that didn't mean he was safe from Vegeta's wrath.

"Raditz should have been here by now." Vegeta grumbled looking at the time. Pressing the comm link on his scouter, he called to the elite warrior. "Raditz, I repeat where the hell are you?" The sliding door opened and Nappa walked in, his tail bristled in tension as he looked around and saw he was alone with the prince.

"P-prince Vegeta-" Something was off about her voice; it sounded weak and out of breath. He glared over at Nappa, who raised his hands in a submissive form that said "I didn't do it".

"Raditz, what is wrong?"

"So... so hot...ah..." Vegeta felt his face get flush at the moaning sound that came out over his earpiece. "So....tired...help." Without so much as a word to Nappa he sprinted towards the room he had left his comrade.

"Where are you? Your room?" He yelled as he dodged through passerby's.

"Yes! Ah! My stomach is burning!" She cried, making Vegeta forget running and flat out start flying the rest of the way. Not even three doors down he was halted by the overpowering scent that hit his nose full force. It seemed some other soldiers of different races had also picked up on the smell, but they seemed wary of it and avoided the room it was coming out of. Vegeta however felt drawn to the scent; his mouth filling with saliva as his hunger grew. A mix of metallic and fruity aroma seemed like an invisible thick fog, seeping through the doorway and the prince felt himself sweating and his pants becoming incredibly tight. He seemed like a zombie walking through the open door, his inner Oozaru grunting and growling to be released.

Raditz laid there in her armor, curled in on herself with her tail swishing wildly, acting as a fan and whiffing the scent right at Vegeta. Someone had had enough sense to call the medic when they saw the collapsed saiyan and she was now surrounded by doctors trying to learn what was wrong and have her explain her symptoms. Vegeta's oozaru roared in anger seeing so many males around his female, but thankfully Vegeta had enough control to not snap their necks but rather snarled down at them demanding answers.

"What the hell is wrong now?!" Vegeta growled, eyeing the sniveling cowards.

"W-we don't know sir!" the head doctor was there, trying to scan Raditz with a device but couldn't get her to uncoil her body from itself. "We need to bring her to the lab but we can't touch her without her flailing."

"Leave it to me! Get back!" he snapped and no one questioned as they scurried back. Vegeta knelt down and when his eyes met the ill Raditz, his oozaru purred. Her eyes were glazed over with her thick lashes fluttering every so often. Her lips were parted and her tongue darted out to lick her drying lips as she panted. Neither knew that their oozaru souls were communicating through their eyes, hers calling out to his. When he went to move toward her she didn't struggle and she willingly wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up and carried her out of the room. The doctors scurried after them, bickering among themselves.

"Well?" Vegeta's foot tapped as he waited for the results, which had taken over two hours to get.

"It seems her estrogen and progesterone levels are through the charts far more than it should. It seems her ovaries and her brain is sending double the message for her body."

"In common doctor!" Vegeta snarled.

"She is ovulating and the side effects are a lot stronger than they are supposed to. I believe the scientists who did the surgery increased her hormone levels." The doctor took a few steps back when he watched Vegeta's face contort with rage.

"So you are saying she is in heat? An extra strong heat?" His voice was a bit too calm for the expression on his face, but the doctor nodded. 'Shit. If it was bad with Nappa back then..."

"Nappa! I want you to go on a private mission. I don't care what just leave the base for a few days." Vegeta ordered over his scouter.

"What? Why?"

"Because Raditz is in heat and I doubt you want a repeat of what happened last time you tried to mess with him."

"You mean her." Nappa seemed a bit too calm for the situation, and the grammar correction was a big annoyance for the prince.

"No. HIM. Raditz inside is still the same as before."

"You and I both know that isn't the issue here Vegeta." It had been a long time since Nappa spoke authoritatively at Vegeta and it didn't go unnoticed, "Besides I know when I am beat. Just take it easy with her okay? As weird as it sounds I watched you both grow up and I don't like to see either of you hurt."

"What is that supposed to mean? Nappa? Nappa?!" But the communication was cut off and a confirmation was on his scouter that his underling was set to go off planet for a quick clean up rebellion job. 'That idiot! It's not like I'm sticking around either.' Vegeta stormed back to his room and quickly got on his computer to look for any interesting missions. However every time he tried to click on one it would suddenly become unavailable after a few failed attempts to load. This did not help his mood and when he found himself forced out of the system he punched a hole in the screen in frustration. "What the fuck!"

That was when it hit him again; the erotic scent. He was just about to storm out and go work off some steam but it seemed like a barrier at his door. He froze as the scent oozed its way into the room and filled his senses with hunger. The door opened without him willing it to and he saw her there. Raditz was in basic shorts and the medical tank top she had had on in the tank; which she was still soaking wet from. Vegeta gulped heavy when he looked over her subconsciously burning the image into his head. Her long legs glowed in the light, the lines where her hips and inner thighs met were emphasized by the clinging wet fabric of her booty shorts. 'Oh Vegetasei' he thought when he saw that it also sported her a camel toe. Her well toned stomach glistened with rolling droplets of the healing fluids which leaked off of the soaked tank top which did nothing to hide the curve of her breast nor the peaks of her hardened nipples. His eyes seemed focused there before he realized they were getting closer and Raditz had walked through the door.

"R-raditz. H-how did you-"

"I always have known your private room code in case you need me. It's always 737; when it all came crashing down." Her voice seemed to be just a constant moan. Vegeta didn't know what to say, especially when his eyes met hers and the inner battle of will vs. nature started up in him again.

"I don't- I think you-"

"But it's I who need you." Raditz came up to the point that her heavy chest was right in his face thanks to their height difference. His eyes focused on a single drop of liquid that traveled down her neck and into her cleavage and his inner beast called out to lick it. "Please Vegeta." He didn't move, not even when she wrapped her arms around his head and brought it into her chest, letting him hear her wild heartbeat.

"Mate me."
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