Oh, my Harem darlings... This could take ages to explain fully. The short version of it is that in an alternate universe, where the Freeza Treaty never existed, a teenaged Vejiita-ouji is deemed of age to start amassing his own harem. First a mysterious amnesiac, then a blue-haired diplomatic gift from Freeza...... it grew until the group of alien females was more diverse than could have ever been imagined, with even Saiyajin members. Problem was that in truth, each girl could easily hold off a Saiyajin warrior, and those that didn't at first were taught by the others. But of course, we all shared one trait- devotion to our young charge.

But devotion does NOT mean mindless obedience...

Hark! Inspiration! ^_^ ::giggle::

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Isa finished the last of her katas, smiling faintly when she felt her muscles sliding smoothly as they should after a good warmup. In the late afternoon, her hair glistened and her body was outlined in the light of the setting sun- a fact not lost on the young male in the shade of the trees lining the courtyard. She began to practice her defensive exercises, flipping back and forth, often spinning in midair and using her ki to propel herself in new directions. The corner of his mouth quirked- < .baka alien. > He had to be careful. If he handled this wrong she could get away. She landed, her back to him and posture straight, standing still for a moment. He took the opportunity and quickly shot behind her, one hand at her throat and one circling her waist. The hunt was on.

"You should be more alert," he said softly in her ear, aware of the tension in her body "I could have killed you then. All that practicing is useless if you don't bother to use the skills it develops." He released her and she jumped a few feet away, spinning as she did so to face him. Her mouth curved softly, mirthlessly.

"Why didn't you, then? I'm obviously not up to standard today." He leveled a steady gaze at her- tense, poised, attentive. Perfect. She shifted almost imperceptibly, her seemingly casual stance becoming subtly more wary as he said nothing. He "hmph"-ed softly, tilting his head to look back at her. She was too tall, but that hardly mattered. She suddenly bowed deeply, surprising him. He liked that- respectful *and* unexpected, which was, he mused, his favorite trait of hers.

"What do you want, Princeling?" she queried, looking up at him. "I'm a bit occupied right now, as you may have noticed."

 He scowled at that a bit. <And impudent.> "Watch yourself, woman," he growled. "Be thankful that I allowed you to finish your exercising before I let you know I was here." She stayed in her graceful pose, refusing to move a muscle until he answered her question, he realized. <Just perfect.> "I want a challenge. No-one's around to oblige me but you right now." He took a casual step forward, folding his arms as he did so to mask the movement somewhat.

She finally straightened. Too bad, he'd liked her below eye level. "Ah," she almost purred. "A challenge? But why would the little Saiyajin no Ouji want a mere alien when he has a whole squad of Elite *Saiyajin* warriors to play with?" She crossed her own arms across her ribcage, an unconscious mimicry of his own stance.

"I have need of your more specialized talents." <You'll pay for that "little" remark, later, I promise you.> He suddenly blurred and materialized in front of her. She was ready for it and two hands shot out, grabbing the hair on both sides of his head.

"Like what, my diminutive owner? My speed, perhaps?" She grinned, feline teeth bared down at him.

He smiled back up at her. <She has absolutely no idea.> "No. Your speed I can match now." She merely transformed her smile into something more enigmatic, and he knew she was completely unprepared for his newest attack. He reached up and wound his hands in her own sidelocks, slowly unfurling his tail from his waist. Carefully, so as not to draw her attention to it, he began to curl it around behind her as he spoke. "I need a *challenge* today."

"You think I can't challenge you?" she purred again. Her own tail suddenly whipped around his. Not enough to hurt, but firmly enough that he did *not* want to move it. "Never, never try to sneak something past me, little one. I'll catch you every time. Now, are you going to spar or just try to bore me to death?"

<Overconfident female. Never does get it, does she?>  "But I don't want to spar."

*That* got her. She blinked, once, and he silently congratulated himself on getting a reaction out of her. "If not spar, then. what?"

He moved a little closer to her, eyes locked to her own ridiculously pale ones. "Instruction. Yours, this time."

She threw her head back and laughed, irritatingly but releasing his tail as she did so. He suppressed his rising annoyance and used the opportunity to move a fraction closer. This hunt was going to be just *fine*.

"Oh, and in what do you propose to 'instruct' me? Arrogance? Egotism? Hairstyling?" She was still laughing she spoke, no longer paying any attention to his actions. He stayed cautious- enticing as her unpredictability was, it was also a dangerous weapon that she didn't even realize she possessed. Her laughter subsided into sporadic giggles, and she gazed once more into his angular young face, searching for a clue as to where this strange exchange was going. <Now.>

He wound his hands into her hair again, at the same time winding his tail around hers at the base. In the split second window in which she adjusted to this new sensation, he used his ki to float quickly upwards until he was level with her face. He waited a bare instant, knowing that it was risky but wanting her to *see* him before her, and then covered her mouth with his. Underneath him, he felt her lips stiffen in shock and then tense as she opened her mouth to shout at him. Not about to let her have the upper hand, he slid his tongue into her mouth, rather effectively stifling her yell of outrage. <I have to remember that for future reference.>

She stilled, lips softening, uncertain of the meaning of this behavior and still wary. She let him explore her mouth, and when he realized that the thought of biting him hadn't occurred he began to slide his tail along hers, rythmically stroking along its length and twining them together so she wouldn't be able to move away. He pulled his head back, relinquishing her lips regretfully but enjoying the look in her wide, tilted eyes almost as much.

"You're a member of my personal entourage. As such, you are expected to be trained in all the duties I may require of you." She gave him a blank look, still not grasping the full import of his words. He smirked. This was going to be *so* enjoyable. "Your instruction has been neglected thus far. I plan to correct that today." He brushed his thumb over her lower lip slowly, relishing the dawning comprehension in her expression and almost surrendering to the sudden urge to taste her again. He pulled her closer to him by her hair and her tail. "For instance, just now. Giving no response when issued a command by the Heir is unacceptable. I should kill you, but I'm being generous in light of your. inexperience. Now, do it right."

He waited. She stared. "Nani? What command?" Covering her confusion by feigning anger, she snapped, "I was given no command!" She tried to pull away, but the combination of the pull on her hair and the pressure on her tail kept her from moving more than an inch and a half. Her eyes narrowed. She clearly did *not* like being restrained.

"You *were*, baka. When your owner expresses intent, you are required as his property to acquiesce to that intent. I expressed my intention to instruct you, and you failed to respond promptly as is your duty. Unacceptable."

She lowered her head and glared at him, a growl rumbling in her chest and throat and vibrating through to his skin. Her slit pupils were dilated, he noticed smugly. She was not as unaffected by this as she was pretending to be, and they both knew it. She bared her teeth at him again in that parody of a smile as he slid one gloved hand around to the back of her neck, reminding her how vulnerable her position was. Keeping his touch light enough to be a caress, he traced the bones of her spine, feeling muscles honed in combat tense under his own body. <Perfect. I may actually owe Freeza for this one.> He slid his hand around to her chin, forcing her to look at him full in the face, and traced the high line of her cheekbone, trailing his finger down along her jawbone. He examined her ear, then experimentally leaned down and ran his tongue up its edge. Under his hands, he felt a shiver she was unable to suppress and smiled. She was *his* now.

He felt lips on his throat as she finally acknowledged her position of servitude and complied with his wishes. As a good slave should, after all. As was only proper. He smirked, tilting his head back and closing his eyes in satisfaction.

A stabbing pain in his head and his lower back brought his attention snapping back to the real world. One of her hands was locked into his hair at the crown of his skull and was *pulling*, and the other- his eyes blazed in fury. The other was clamped around the base of his tail, the pressure sending fiery slivers of pain up his spinal column. She was using her CLAWS, lightly pricking through his fur just past the threshold of pain, but not so far that he was incapacitated. Just as he had a moment before, she used his weak points to force him down into his knees in front of her, bending her torso over him and tilting his head back to look into eyes that matched his glare for glare. She gazed at him coldly for a moment, then released him and stepped back. He immediately charged her, the two of them exchanging a flurry of attacks and counterattacks across the courtyard. "Now, V-kun," she trilled at him as she dodged a dozen or so kicks to the head, "you're not playing the right game!" Her fist lashed out, catching him lightly on the side of the head and sending him spinning. He flipped and landed, spinning to find her-

-standing calmly, a sweet smile transforming her face into something even more beautiful than her rages.

She appeared in front of him, her scent tearing through his senses. She reached a hand up and cupped his chin. "I didn't say 'no,' did I, little one? You need to be more patient." Her tail brushed the backs of his legs, causing his own tail to lift and fluff in response. "And as your trainer, I ought to attend to that." She leaned down and softly took his mouth in her own, sucking lightly on his lower lip and then nipping it gently with her tiny canines. He started to lift his hands to her back, only to find them bound to his sides. He looked down, shocked, to see her tail wrapped around his chest and pinning his arms tight. Her low, purring chuckle tickled his mouth. "Patience, I said." She slid her hand up his spine.

In the low afternoon light, the guards the Prince had set to guard the door of the enclosed courtyard heard a husky female voice drift out faintly on the heavy summer air. "All good things to those who wait, Saiyaling."

And then a very satisfied laugh.
 

My kami, you're a weirdo. Take me OUT of here!
E-mail me. I'm really not all that nuts...
 

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