Aeralea is of undetermined species.
Ruattis is Saiyajin.
You'd better know what Isako is by now. I am NOT explaining that again.

The Harem has been sent to Chikyuu as per the orders of Vejiita-ouji, who insisted that he go and see this odd planet first.

Yamucha stared. <Wow. And here I was thinking I'd exhausted all the possibilities...> He looked speculatively at the group of alien women. <So many choices...> He squared his shoulders, then walked confidently up behind the one with the braid and nonchalantly hooked an arm over her shoulders. "So- Isa, right? You guys are from outer space, huh?"

Isa looked at him evenly, one eyebrow arched. "Last time I checked, yes."

Aeralea, watching, hid a smile behind her hand. "Look out, ningen. You have no idea what you're dealing with," she murmured under her breath wryly.

Yamucha flashed her his most brilliant grin, either undaunted by or unaware of the danger signals flashing in front of him. "Sugoi! So what do you alien warrior women do in your spare time?" Isa's tail was beginning to twitch a little.

Aeralea nudged Ruattis. "Check this out." Ruattis turned and gazed at the blithely clueless Terran, whose hand was now casually resting on Isa's back.

Isa was hardly unaware of it. <He's actually touching me? Learn now, human. I am Vejiita-Ouji's property, if anyone's.> She switched into the charming mode she usually reserved only for diplomacy, smiling into his eyes and relaxing her posture deceptively. "Spare time?" she asked sweetly, eyes wide and chewing on her lower lip as if deep in thought. "Well, let me think. When we're not being used as sparring partners cum punching bags for the Saiyajin, we're usually healing from our last session. Or we could be performing for the court like trained animals." The male blinked at her blankly. <Baka...> She turned in his already half embrace- <got to give him credit for being good at that>- and patted him on the chest flirtatiously. "We spend a lot of time as sex slaves for the royal family, too. Or the Elite, for that matter, or really any grubby common soldier who manages to impress the king. Free time isn't something we have a lot of." She smiled coldly, showing her fangs a little, and walked away.

Yamucha's mouth gaped open. <She's a WHAT? No way.> He laughed nervously, and hopped to catch up. "Aw, you're just teasing me." He swung his hand behind her, swatting her just below that weird tail.

And found himself on the ground, gasping for air under the weight of the booted foot on his chest and feeling as if his arm had just been wrenched out of its socket. He looked up into cold, slitted eyes.

"I don't tease unless I'm working. Elite level you may be," she drawled evenly. "Match for me you're not." She looked up at the little female by the ship, who was turning an interesting shade of fuschia in her rage as she stared his prone form. "Yours? Hmmmm. You seem to have a penchant for blue hair, don't you? I'll just leave you to her, then." She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, tossing him towards the female effortlessly. "Catch!" she called as he soared through the space. Turning away, she muttered just loud enough for the others to hear, "Nice hair, though, don't you think?"

Ruattis snorted derisively as the old one with the dark eyepieces fell over behind her making incoherent noises of shock. "Show off."
 

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