Will of the Saiyans Chapter 4
This chapter has a very light amount of smut at the end so look out for that.
Enjoy!
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The warm spray of the shower pounded against her tense muscles and Papri sighed happily as they slowly unwound. The various bruises on her body were already healing, going from a deep yellowish-purple to just purple. They’d probably be completely healed by tomorrow afternoon.
She ran her hands through her sopping wet hair, trying her best to lather it thoroughly with soap to some success. Saiyans came out of the womb with a full head of hair that didn’t change or grow throughout their entire lives unless they cut it, which was unfortunate for someone like her.
Papri was unfortunate enough to have inherited her hair from her mother. By the time she was six months old, her hair had already reached her ankles, where it finally stopped growing much to her relief. It took her a while to grow into it to where it sat at its natural place on her lower back. A toddler with that much hair made for an odd look most of the time, and Papri distinctly remembered having struggles with walking in her younger years.
Nobody had ever teased her about her overly long mane when she was a child, but that might have been due to the fact that she hadn't been on the planet long enough for them to do so.
Well that, and the fact that few Saiyans even interacted with her family in the first place.
As Papri caught sight of her orange eyes in the reflection of the shower wall, she mused on the things that made her so different from most other Saiyans. Specifically recalling a story written down in the dataslate, the story of her ancestors.
As the story went, long ago, on a planet whose name had long since been lost to history, a group of ten or so low-class Saiyans found themselves stranded after the planet's natural storms damaged their Attack Balls. They had shrugged it off, content to continue their assigned mission, to clear the planet of any and all life to prepare it for sale. Only, there was one very important thing that prevented them from doing so.
The planet's inhabitants were powerful. Extremely so, with the strongest power level among them still being in the tens of thousands, much higher than even the most elite of Saiyans. And the ones who had been stranded were far from elite.
Now normally, this wouldn't be an issue. All the Saiyans would have had to do was find a full moon, transform into Oozaru, and crush any resistance as their power levels skyrocketed to the hundreds of thousands.
And then they realized there was another problem. The planet that they had landed on had no moon. They wouldn't be able to transform.
Now, while some of the Saiyans present had been prepared to simply continue their mission regardless of the impossibility of it, there just so happened to be a few members who had more than half a brain cell.
Maybe they weren't cut out for conquest, or maybe they simply realized the futility of their mission. Whatever the reason, these three Saiyans decided not to join their compatriots on their death march, and instead decided to simply surrender themselves to the natives.
And while the other Saiyans inevitably met their end at the hands of the planet's defenders, the three Saiyans who decided to surrender peacefully were granted amnesty, and were allowed to live among them under constant surveillance.
Yene, Pinach, and Ginger. These three would go on to live for a while on the planet so far away from home. Eventually, after several years of living amongst the aliens, the Saiyans began to notice the striking similarities in their culture.
While there was certainly a lot of information on the three Saiyans in the dataslate, there were only a few points that Papri had bothered reading, eager to learn about her clan’s origins. The most important being their interaction with the native species of the planet they had been forced to inhabit, and what had eventually come of it.
The aliens were a warrior species, one that relished battle just as much as saiyans did, with a culture built on the backs of well-fought battles and well-won wars. The strongest of them were raised to positions of power, but unlike the Saiyans, they did not look down upon those weaker than them, instead wishing to assist in raising their weaker fellows to their own heights.
They were more animalistic than the Saiyans too, tribal in a way though not technologically stunted. The records stated that they were more in touch with their inner beast, and while they weren't able to transform as their Saiyan counterparts were, their power levels reflected this aspect.
Of course, as was only natural when a Saiyan meets a humanoid species capable of wrestling them to the ground with little difficulty and enjoying it all the while, instincts took over and nature did what nature does best. Children were born in short order, and would continue to be born until the Saiyans were forced to leave the planet for reasons unmentioned in the records. They returned to Planet Vegeta, and brought their offspring with them.
Saiyan genes are dominant, the offspring of a Saiyan coupling with an alien species would always take on the traits of the Saiyan parent. And that was true in this case too. Mostly.
It seemed that while the children were indeed more Saiyan than not, they had taken on a number of the other species traits as well. For the better as they would soon find out.
The offspring of the joinings were born with orange eyes and a stronger connection to their Oozaru state, a byproduct of their alien parents' connection to their own inner beast. They were more emotional than other Saiyan's, they loved harder and hated the hardest, and their Oozaru state reflected this change, becoming even more powerful and wild as a result.
And thus, the Yajuu clan of Planet Vegeta was born. A clan of warriors whose name would be known, and feared, throughout the entire galaxy. For a time at least…
By the time Papri's great grandparents had been born, it had long since become common knowledge on Planet Vegeta that only members of the Yajuu Clan should go on missions with their fellows. Especially when a full moon was involved, even the weakest transformed Yajuu was more than capable of obliterating planets by their lonesome.
The few who ignored such a warning. Well, they wouldn't have the chance to ignore it again.
Unfortunately, some people felt they were important enough to be exempt from this rule and eventually, after an incident involving one of her ancestors and a member of the royal family, Papri’s clan was confined to Planet Vegeta, not allowed to leave unless specifically ordered to by the king himself.
This led to their numbers dwindling, as most other saiyans didn't wish to provoke the king's ire by mingling with the Yajuu. Births within the clan dwindled year after year until eventually, it was just Papri, her mother, and her father left.
All of the clan’s records were written on the dataslate in Papri's pod, ensuring that none of their history was lost. But it was still very unfortunate that such a powerful clan had been reduced to just her, as her parents were not warriors, instead taking up administrative positions with the meat preppers’ guild.
She distantly recalled another member of her clan, Paragas, but he had been exiled from the clan long before she was born when it was revealed he did not possess the same connection to his Oozaru that they did. Last she had heard, he and his son had gone missing in one of the more loosely populated sectors of space. And because nothing of importance was lost with them, no rescue team was sent to retrieve them. They were likely long dead by now.
It was unfortunate, but that was just the way things worked on Vegeta. If you didn't have worth, you were less than dirt.
‘At least the Yajuu were different. According to the dataslate at least…’ Papri thought to herself as she turned off the shower. She stepped out, grabbing a towel from the small rack and moving to dry herself off, ‘I've got big shoes to fill once I finally get back home. It will take a lot of work to restore us to our former numbers…’
Papri wanted nothing more than to make her ancestors proud. To make her clan’s name known throughout the galaxy once more. But she couldn't do that under Orishi's boot. That's why it was vital that she steal command of the ship away from him as soon as she could.
Unfortunately, at the moment the difference between their power was too large, if she challenged him as she was, she'd be dead in an instant.
The thought of their differences in power made Papri scowl as she wrung out her hair. It pissed her off to no end to know that there was such a massive gap between them. Even with the intensity of her workouts, she had barely gained any significant increase in power, the boost she received. After getting out of the pod being one of the largest to date.
The lack of nutrients she was receiving from the rations served in the canteen was limiting her growth. Saiyans needed a massive amount of nutrients to gain any significant increase in power. Even with their natural battle prowess and battle instincts, there was little they would gain if they weren't eating enough. And Papri certainly wasn't eating enough, she had long since grown used to the sound of her own stomach growling as she laid down for the night
Unfortunately, until she beat Orishi and took command of the ship, there was nothing she could do about the lackluster meals she had been receiving. She would have to look elsewhere for power.
That train of thought brought her mind back to what had happened while she was sparring with Sadri. She had gone back and looked at the footage of the training room during their spar, and was astonished by what she witnessed.
She saw the fight they had, exchanging blows that were too fast for the camera to pick up. Saw Sadri’s attack began to overwhelm her. And most importantly, she saw what happened afterwards.
Papri had watched as her body was overcome with animalistic rage, her aura spiking a deep red as she fed previously unavailable ki into her attack. When Sadri dodged her ki beam, Papri winced at her feral charge that ended face first in the reinforced wall, and then sighed in mild relief as whatever was affecting her ceased, sending her sprawling to the floor, in control once more.
Deciding to further study the footage to find out exactly what had happened to her, Papri had become extremely interested, especially when she studied her initial burst of energy.
Papri's ki was already red, another small quirk from her heritage, but this was different. Where her aura was usually a bright, cherry red, this aura was deeper, more akin to blood than anything else and as Papri inspected the footage closer, she was pretty sure she could see the beginnings of ki sparks forming around her body.
That was odd for multiple reasons. Ki sparks normally meant one of two things: An extremely high power level, or out of control ki.
Papri was strong, she knew that. But she also knew that she was an ant compared to the higher-ups in Cooler’s army, his Armored Squadron had power levels in the hundreds of thousands, a feat she couldn't replicate unless she in the presence of a full moon and, to her knowledge at least, they didn't produce ki sparks when powered up. That sort of stuff was reserved for Cooler himself.
No, the sparks weren't due to her power level she was sure. That meant that whatever powerup she had achieved during her spar with Sadri was imperfect, weakened due to the lack of control over her ki.
Which meant that there was a large possibility that she hadn't even seen the tip of the iceberg regarding this strange power up. If she could learn to control it, she would have an incredible tool at her disposal.
‘Now if only I could figure out exactly what it is.’ Papri thought to herself as she finished drying. She had never heard of something like that happening in her dataslate. The only power up inherent to the Saiyan race was their Oozaru transformation, and Papri was pretty sure she'd have known if she transformed into a giant ape as she would have come out of her beastly state to the burning fires of hell. Saiyan lungs didn't like the vacuum of space. Not one bit.
There was of course, the legend of the Legendary Super Saiyan that all of them had been raised on, but Papri found the idea of a legendary Saiyan who stood above all being in the universe dubious at best considering a good portion of their population couldn't even blow up a planet on their own. Apart from herself, the King, and a few stand out members, most saiyans struggled to raise their power levels above five thousand. Not exactly legendary, not by a long shot.
Papri distantly recalled hearing that the Prince had become somewhat of a prodigy before she had left, but considering she hadn't been home since she was three, Papri couldn't give any credence to the claims.
Still, if this mysterious transformation didn't come from her saiyan heritage, it must have come from the other side of her ancestry. Unfortunately, she had yet to hear of anything like this happening in the bits she had read on the dataslate.
She'd have to more thoroughly research her clan’s history. Maybe she'd find something explaining what had happened to her in the records of the individual saiyans within the clan itself. There was still so much to comb over that there must be something there.
Papri finished drying off and began to make her way out of her shower into the room proper, not bothering to dress herself. She would begin her research in the morning, for now, she had more urgent matters to attend to.
As she reached the cusp of the doorway, a voice called out to her, “You kept me waiting you know.”
Papri looked into her room and spied the speaker. And what a sight she was, smooth purple skin tastefully accentuated by dark blue silk running in ribbons along her body. The lingerie was more akin to strips of silk than a bedroom accessory, but Rima wore it with the same confidence she did everything else.
She was also giving Papri a faux angry look, naked legs and arms crossed in an annoyed expression. Which was fair, Papri had taken a rather long shower all things considered. She blamed her hair, it took forever to wash.
The saiyan grinned as she walked into the room, giving the lounging woman a mock bow in apology, “I'm so very sorry my lady. Could you please find it in your heart to forgive a cretin like me?”
Rima hummed lightly, putting on a haughty expression as she played along “I suppose I could be… persuaded, to forgive you. Provided you perform the proper supplication of course.”
Papri looked up to find Rima’s smoky gaze burning into her nude body. She smirked, “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”
Rima didn't say a word, instead opting to uncross her legs, the sound of soft flesh sliding against silk music to Papri's sensitive ears. Rima placed both of her legs on the mattress, spreading them lightly and revealing her moist core for Papri's viewing pleasure.
“A few ideas come to mind, “ Rima continued with their little charade, “But I suppose you can start by putting that talented mouth to work. I do so love seeing those lovely eyes of yours staring up at me from between my legs…”
Papri licked her lips, said eyes staring straight into Rima's own as her body heated with her rising lust, “It would be my pleasure.”
Papri walked over to the bed and climbed in, raising herself over her purple-skinned friend. Rima’s eyes shined with restrained want as Papri smirked above her, before leaning down to press her lips to the other woman's neck.
Rima rolled her head back, giving the Saiyan unfettered access to her skin. The Saiyan placed a kiss there, sucking lightly on the sensitive nerves underneath. Given that Rima’s body was mostly synthetic and thus, didn't have blood, Papri couldn't leave any hickeys on her skin. That was fine though, she could leave her mark in other ways…
Papri’s instincts normally gave her a proclivity for biting while having sex, and Rima groaned as she felt the Saiyan's sharp canines lightly sink into her soft skin. Rima’s biology ensured that it didn’t hurt, and was instead mildly pleasurable to the visurii.
Papri continued making her way down her friend’s body, kissing and nipping at soft skin as she made her way lower and lower, before she finally arrived at her destination.
Rima moaned, hand fisting in the Saiyan's still damp hair as she reached her core. Papri immediately went to work, lips and tongue blurring into motion as she pleasured her friend.
“Ah! Papri…Eat me…” Rima moaned out softly. Papri took this as a signal to up the intensity of her ministrations, and she began moving her tongue in earnest, doing whatever she could to bring the Visurii to her peak.
Her efforts were soon rewarded as Rima’s thighs clenched around her head, the woman screaming out the saiyan’s name as she came on Papri's tongue. The saiyan continued her actions, happily gulping down Rima’s juices as the Visurii rolled her hips into Papri's face.
Rima came down from her orgasm slowly, and she reached down to lightly grab Papri by the chin, lifting the saiyan up and bringing her in for a kiss.
Papri moaned into the Visurii's mouth, deepening the kiss before using her superior strength to flip the other woman over on the bed, ready to continue their fun.
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What seemed like hours later, the two of them lay snuggled up to each other in the bed, desires sated and content to simply enjoy one another’s presence. It was a comfortable silence, Papri’’s head was laying on Rima’s breasts while the Visurii’s arm was wrapped around her, a cigarette in her other hand that she was puffing on occasionally.
Papri didn’t really like the older woman’s post-coital habit, but she neglected to say anything about it. Her mind wandered back to what had happened in the training room, and she figured now was as good a time as any to bring it up.
“I offered to mate with Sadri.” Papri said suddenly as they laid there basking in the afterglow of their tryst.
Rima just gave a slow hmm, “What brought it on?” She asked.
Papri snuggled further into the Visurii, “I don’t know. He was talking about how I was teasing him by letting him know we were gonna mate, and I suddenly realized that it wouldn’t exactly be the worst to have a go with him. I think it’s because of the fights we’ve been having. He’s been getting my blood pumping more and more recently. And that last spar we had…” she shivered in remembrance.
Rima hummed again, taking a small drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke up into the air. Papri’s nose scrunched at the smell of the burning tobacco leaves. She hated that stuff, it always made her sensitive nose itch.
Rima still hadn’t responded, and now Papri was getting slightly worried, “Are you mad?” The saiyan asked quietly.
Rima shook her head lightly, “Not at all. I know how this whole thing works, we care for each other immensely, but we aren’t mated or anything and I know how you saiyans are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Papri pouted.
Rima laughed softly, “I didn’t mean anything by it. I just know how hot blooded your race is, it just makes sense that your preferred way to blow off steam after a battle is with sex. Even more so with you, you incorrigible little munchkin.”
Papri’s eye twitched at the dig to her height. She wasn’t even short dammit, she was five foot nine! Rima was just stupidly tall! “I didn’t hear you complaining when you were forcing my head between your legs earlier...” The saiyan pouted, resting her head on Rima’s soft chest once more.
Rima just grinned as she took another drag on her cigarette, “Honestly I’m surprised it took you this long. Sadri’s been giving you looks for years now. I think he has a thing for your muscles, which I certainly understand. Honestly it’s surprising how dense you can be.”
Papri groaned, “So I don’t know how this whole attraction thing works, ok? I’ve been a slave since I was like four, sue me.”
Rima frowned at the sudden reminder of just how long Papri had been enslaved, suddenly becoming keenly aware of the young woman's ever present collar digging lightly into her skin. With how the Saiyan acted, it was often difficult to remember she didn’t know much outside of the life she now had. In fact, her Attack Pod and the dataslate she constantly studied were the only things she still had from her homeworld.
“Right…” Rima muttered. She shook her head free of the depressing thoughts, “Anyway, if something about Sadri gets you going, go for it. Just don’t do it in my bed, yeah?”
“Awwww, you don’t want to join?” Papri teased lightly.
Rima just raised an eyebrow, “Yeah I’ll have to pass on that one. As nice looking as Sadri is, he doesn’t really… do it for me if you get my drift.”
Papri grinned teasingly, raising herself up in the bed and placing a leg over the woman’s middle, straddling her as the blankets fell off of her naked shoulders. She leaned over and grabbed Rima’s hands, flicking the cigarette off to the side as she guided the wide-eyed woman’s palms to her shoulders.
“Do I do it for you then?” The Saiyan asked airily, spreading her legs slightly for Rima’s viewing pleasure. Her grin widened as the other woman’s gaze roved over her well toned muscles, slowly tracing a path to her sex. Her tail swished in the air behind her as she began to get worked up once more, something Rima clearly noticed as her gaze flicked to the furry appendage.
“Soooooo…” Papri trailed, bringing Rima’s attention back to her, “Wanna go again?”
She yelped as Rima practically tackled her into the bed, surprise muffled by the sudden addition of the Visurii’s lips on her own. She fell back into the bed, arms and legs coming up to lock around Rima’s back as they began to get lost in each other once more.
It would be a long time before got tired of each other once more.