He's really not that much taller than me...though I can feel his immense strength through the arms wrapped tightly around me, clinging to me…holding me safe. My Ouji...you don't have to say it, you don't have to say anything. I already know. And even…even if you didn't...I could hardly blame you, ne? I mean, I'm just a child after all.

But to have you...any part of you, is such an honor...no, it transcends honor, reaches far beyond privilege. You've lowered yourself to take me. And for that I am beyond grateful. Anything I have, anything of me is yours...but you already knew that, didn't you.

Don't worry about Tousan, he understands. He is Saiyjin, after all, despite what you may have thought initially. I thought at first, perhaps it was him you wanted; could you taste my surprise when your gloved fingers traced the curve of my cheek? It flamed the scarlet of shocked pleasure, my prince had deigned to touch me…and to have you choose me...to make me yours...I would do anything for you, you know that, don't you.

You awakened me, awoke that which is Saiyjin in me, and I inhale your spicy scent and think it alone could sustain me...but it is when you touch me, possessively, in the way no one else will ever be able to touch me, that is when I am happiest. Your touch catches my breath in my throat, causes blood to rush to places in my body I was nearly unaware of until you awoke me...until you took me as yours...unworthy son of a third class warrior that I am…oh, my prince...

Your arms are tight around me, and I respond, cinching my grasp around your corded neck, burying my face in your royal flame, Kami, you are so hot...heated, I mean, your body temperature...never mind. Gomen, my ouji, I...I know I talk too much. But moments like this, with you holding me, keeping me...I feel so safe, as though nothing and no one can breach the circle of your arms around me, as though something of your aura holds me to you...and I could not run even if I should want to. I...I never want to. But then...you already knew that.

My prince, my love...I feel possessive of you somehow, even though it really is the other way around. I own nothing. You...you are not mine...but I am unequivocally yours. I wince slightly as you shift, gomen, Vegeta-sama...it's just I'm still sore...I'm not complaining, really...I would never complain...but you knew that.

My throat is a bit raw, no, not from that, honestly, Ouji-sama, it wasn't too much, I can take it...I'm a Saiyjin, and your chosen. I can take it. A shy smile creeps across my traitorously warm face as I recall just what my throat IS sore from, and I mouth your name into your hair. You made me scream...Kami...I never knew...but you did.

I wish I could tell you...how I feel...how I really feel, what you make me feel...sometimes it just doesn't seem enough to know you already KNOW what I feel...I suppose it is my human side, my mother coming out in me, the need to talk, to communicate. Maybe I should give in and take up a frying pan. Heh...it's a funny image...me, in an apron and wielding a cast iron skillet…I'm not my mother though, and every day you have me, a little more of her influence over how I've grown vanishes without a trace. Somehow, I sometimes think, no, I pray, that within your influence my human half will cease to be...and perhaps one day I will be wholly Saiyjin, and perhaps worthy of the honor you have bestowed upon me…I...I want to be worthy of you, Vegeta-sama...and you know that.

I don't want you to say anything not in your nature to say...I'm not like Bulma. I don't need for you to say it; I can say it for both of us. I…I don't even need it reciprocated. It is enough to belong to you, with you...but I can't help loving you, my prince. But you knew that.

Again? I…I do want to...please…let me please you...let me show you what I've learned from you...I am yours, and it is your place to have me whenever you choose...I know this...and your smirk tells me you know it too. I cannot refuse you...and I don't want to.

I always feel like you're splitting me in two at first, but how is it the pain is such exquisite agony I find myself begging for it again and again? Please, please, ouji-sama...make me yours again...Kami…I see red...I smell scarlet...gomen nasai...I always feel I should apologize to you for bleeding...but you never seem to mind, not really. But it gets all over you...staining your royal self, dripping from your formerly erect cock…see, I can say it...cock…but I can take care of that...Vegeta-sama...the taste...copper of me, and salty sweet of you...maybe it's an acquired taste...but I love it. And I'm all right...but you knew that. And it's a good thing, because you always want me again after I clean you...but I knew that.

Oh yes, I am yours. I will always be yours. I'm not sure what I was before you, Vegeta-sama...but you've made me so much more than I thought I could be, so much more than Goku's boy, or Chichi's little scholar...under you, I am a warrior, and a Saiyjin, and...and your mate. The wonder of that wakes me in the middle of the night...Kami...you chose me. And to have you wordlessly pull me to you...back to where I belong...at your side...at your bidding...I love it. I love you. But you knew that. You always knew that.

I don't need to hear it from you. It is not as though I am worthy of your love anyway. It is enough I belong to you. Ai shiteru, Ouji-sama...but you know that.

I know I keep saying it, but it is the only way I know to qualify, to quantify what I feel for you. What rises inside me when you look at me, when you nod approvingly, when you fuck me...see, Vegeta-sama? I can say it...I bet you didn't know that. Oh...you did.

His arms draw me tighter, and I have to struggle a bit to breathe, but I don't mind. If it is my breath he wishes, then my breath he must have. Is it enough I would die for you? Iie...Vegeta-sama...I would kill for you. But...you knew that.

Outside the grasp of my Ouji, what is there? Without you, Vegeta-sama, I think the world would cease to exist...at least my world would...I can't live without you...I don't want to live without you...gomen, Vegeta-sama…but promise you'll never leave me? Please? I just...just couldn't bear it...gomen...I know I'm weak.

But…you won't leave. You're a prince, and you always keep your word, and you made me yours. If that isn't love...well, who cares? Kaasan said you don't love me; you just wanted to take me from her, to corrupt me. I laughed at her, did you know that? I laughed and told her I didn't care if you never loved me...I was YOURS. I think she kinda always had a thing for you, Vegeta-sama...did you know she's a princess? I suppose she thought she deserved a prince...she should be happy I at least married into my station…gomen, Vegeta-sama...I can't seem to stop giggling.

Well, that stopped my giggles, I suppose a royal tongue down your throat would stop the most stubborn giggle-fit...oh your taste...Kami...divine ambrosia...I swear it. Kiss me forever? Kami, it makes my entire body tingle...but you knew that.

Hold me, my Ouji. Tighter, tighter, until all I can feel are your arms clenched tight around my middle, until the evidence of your embrace is apparent to all. You'll never say it. And I don't need you to...Arigato, my prince, for making me yours. Forever.

I...I…love you, Vegeta. I am yours. And I know that. And it is enough.