01-04-2011, 08:43 AM
The crash of furniture filled the room as a veteran Saiyan soldier spilled through the front door whilst being supported by his wife. She lost control of him and he fell into a nearby kitchen table, splintering it on impact. Grasping her husband's forearm, Beatrix Zulenka lifted him to his feet and wrapped an arm around him as he fell into her grasp. A smile crept across her face as Vad Zulenka's newly attained Saiyan tail brushed her leg. The diffusion had restored his racial appendage.
As he struggled to stand she gripped his clothing tighter. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she fought to keep him upright. Trixie ran her fingers through her husband's silky hair and buried her face into his neck. Collecting herself she slowly made him walk to the bedroom to lay down. Sitting him on the floor next to the bed she pulled back the covers and began stripping his clothing.
Vad's veins were becoming black and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. Trixie's energy was not draining from his system as it should and it was killing him. Lifting her naked husband onto the bed she moved him under the covers to keep him warm. Once he was on his back she ripped open her blouse and began stripping herself of her own clothing. Taking a hair tie from her jeans, before removing them, she tied her hair into a pony tail. Dressed only in her underwear the demonic mistress retrieved a syringe from one of the many medical kits Toma had left them.
Moving quickly back to her husband she placed the hypodermic needle between her teeth and slipped under the covers with him. Straddling his waist she applied her body weight to keep him from moving; that was the plan at least. Pulling the blankets up she covered her legs and butt. Removing the syringe from her mouth she uncapped it and felt around her neck. Placing the needle downward she inserted it into her carotid artery and filled it with her blood.
Taking the syringe between her teeth again Trixie leaned in and pressed her forehead to Vad's, kissing him gently on the lips.
"Stay with me, baby."
Placing a hand firmly on the wound she had inflicted to her husband months back she plunged the needle into his heart and emptied the glass vial. Removing the device Trixie tossed it to the floor and vanished in a puff of pink mist. Vad suddenly shot upright gasping for air his tone returning to normal as his vitals did. As quickly as she had vanished Vad's wife Beatrix reappeared on top of him, kissing him uncontrollably.
***
As the morning sun crept in through the simulated winter sunrise, courtesy of the expensive loft Toma had gotten for his son, Trixie rolled out of bed and onto the floor with a thud. A moan escaped her lips as she placed a palm over her face inhaling deeply, taking in the aroma of fresh brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. Vad had already gotten up? Odd for him. Moving to the dresser she pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. Dressing lazily she exited the master bedroom and proceeded down the carpeted steps into the large living room.
Vad downed the coffee in his cup and closed the book titled "Ja City Spaceport."
"So. You're saying that a militia is being formed for an imminent threat to both Mercy and Namek?" He asked his father, already knowing the answer.
Toma nodded. "You're already signed up. You can thank me for that later, but down to the point. Ja City's spaceport is going to be a major supply route for the allied side defending Namek. You need to plan and head off the defense of it."
Vad yawned mightily as his wife walked into the kitchen. Kissing him on the cheek groggily she went to grab a cup of coffee; he firmly smacked her on the butt as she walked away.
Toma placed his cup down and headed for the door. "I've told you all I know. Just don't do anything stupid, Vad."
With that pleasant remark he was gone in a swirl of black flame; back to Hell probably.
Trixie sat down next to her husband at the bar situated behind the kitchen sink island. Placing her hot cup of caffeinated liquid on the counter top she leaned her head against her lovers shoulder. The mistress watched with sleepy eyes as her husband signed the paperwork that his father had brought from the militia office in Ja City. It had both their names on it and once again they had been signed up because of their expertise; It didn't bother her this time.
Placing the pen gently down on the counter Vad sighed deeply with a deep sense of calm.
"You were quite the hellcat last night, babe. Celebrating the New Year with Mom and Dad really got you going." She groaned in pain from her hangover as a response.
"I blame the open bar." He laughed, wrapping an arm around his wife holding her close.
Vad had returned from turning in his paper work to find his beautiful wife Beatrix surrounded by books on one of the luxuriously over stuffed leather couches. Upon closer inspection he noticed they were all her old military text books. On the glass coffee table was a satellite scan of the Space Port and littering the image were scribbles and notes written by his wife from the past two hours of his absence.
"So. What can you tell me about the spaceport? How hard is it going to be to defend?" The Saiyan asked sitting down across from her.
She raised her index finger in a silent form of communication that said she wanted him to hold on a second. Folding the corner of the page she was on and circling something Trixie closed the book and met her husband's gaze.
"It's going to be difficult."
Moving to sit up she leaned over the coffee table and took a pencil from its holder on the glass surface.
"The three main buildings are approximately 400 yards apart. The two hangar bays are next to each other and the launch and land platforms are over 900 yards from the rest being connected only by two high speed tram lines. It's going to be a nightmare trying to keep all of this area clear of whatever we'll be fending off." She explained.
Vad crossed his arms and began to listen intently to his logistical officers' report.
"Personally, using patrols to keep the lanes of traffic between each area secure is a waste of man power. It's such a large compound we need to keep a large garrison stationed at the two hangar bays and landing/launching area. We can convert the terminal into a citadel and make it a civilian refuge, hospital, and whatever else we need."
Taking another book from her pile she flipped through its pages and reached an image of soldiers storming an open airfield on an island in some tropical looking zone.
"This picture depicts a marine division having to move across an abandoned airfield to reach the mountains beyond it. The only problem is that they were in the open and the enemy had artillery set up in the hills above them. It was a fucking slaughter. Another reason why I would suggest against patrols. They would be in the open and exposed to shelling and automatic gun fire without any form of cover. "
Vad sighed deeply and sat back into the couch.
"What would you suggest our first move be?" He asked.
Trixie closed the book she was holding and placed it on her lap.
"We build a wall."
As he struggled to stand she gripped his clothing tighter. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she fought to keep him upright. Trixie ran her fingers through her husband's silky hair and buried her face into his neck. Collecting herself she slowly made him walk to the bedroom to lay down. Sitting him on the floor next to the bed she pulled back the covers and began stripping his clothing.
Vad's veins were becoming black and his eyes were beginning to glaze over. Trixie's energy was not draining from his system as it should and it was killing him. Lifting her naked husband onto the bed she moved him under the covers to keep him warm. Once he was on his back she ripped open her blouse and began stripping herself of her own clothing. Taking a hair tie from her jeans, before removing them, she tied her hair into a pony tail. Dressed only in her underwear the demonic mistress retrieved a syringe from one of the many medical kits Toma had left them.
Moving quickly back to her husband she placed the hypodermic needle between her teeth and slipped under the covers with him. Straddling his waist she applied her body weight to keep him from moving; that was the plan at least. Pulling the blankets up she covered her legs and butt. Removing the syringe from her mouth she uncapped it and felt around her neck. Placing the needle downward she inserted it into her carotid artery and filled it with her blood.
Taking the syringe between her teeth again Trixie leaned in and pressed her forehead to Vad's, kissing him gently on the lips.
"Stay with me, baby."
Placing a hand firmly on the wound she had inflicted to her husband months back she plunged the needle into his heart and emptied the glass vial. Removing the device Trixie tossed it to the floor and vanished in a puff of pink mist. Vad suddenly shot upright gasping for air his tone returning to normal as his vitals did. As quickly as she had vanished Vad's wife Beatrix reappeared on top of him, kissing him uncontrollably.
***
As the morning sun crept in through the simulated winter sunrise, courtesy of the expensive loft Toma had gotten for his son, Trixie rolled out of bed and onto the floor with a thud. A moan escaped her lips as she placed a palm over her face inhaling deeply, taking in the aroma of fresh brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. Vad had already gotten up? Odd for him. Moving to the dresser she pulled out a pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt. Dressing lazily she exited the master bedroom and proceeded down the carpeted steps into the large living room.
Vad downed the coffee in his cup and closed the book titled "Ja City Spaceport."
"So. You're saying that a militia is being formed for an imminent threat to both Mercy and Namek?" He asked his father, already knowing the answer.
Toma nodded. "You're already signed up. You can thank me for that later, but down to the point. Ja City's spaceport is going to be a major supply route for the allied side defending Namek. You need to plan and head off the defense of it."
Vad yawned mightily as his wife walked into the kitchen. Kissing him on the cheek groggily she went to grab a cup of coffee; he firmly smacked her on the butt as she walked away.
Toma placed his cup down and headed for the door. "I've told you all I know. Just don't do anything stupid, Vad."
With that pleasant remark he was gone in a swirl of black flame; back to Hell probably.
Trixie sat down next to her husband at the bar situated behind the kitchen sink island. Placing her hot cup of caffeinated liquid on the counter top she leaned her head against her lovers shoulder. The mistress watched with sleepy eyes as her husband signed the paperwork that his father had brought from the militia office in Ja City. It had both their names on it and once again they had been signed up because of their expertise; It didn't bother her this time.
Placing the pen gently down on the counter Vad sighed deeply with a deep sense of calm.
"You were quite the hellcat last night, babe. Celebrating the New Year with Mom and Dad really got you going." She groaned in pain from her hangover as a response.
"I blame the open bar." He laughed, wrapping an arm around his wife holding her close.
***
Vad had returned from turning in his paper work to find his beautiful wife Beatrix surrounded by books on one of the luxuriously over stuffed leather couches. Upon closer inspection he noticed they were all her old military text books. On the glass coffee table was a satellite scan of the Space Port and littering the image were scribbles and notes written by his wife from the past two hours of his absence.
"So. What can you tell me about the spaceport? How hard is it going to be to defend?" The Saiyan asked sitting down across from her.
She raised her index finger in a silent form of communication that said she wanted him to hold on a second. Folding the corner of the page she was on and circling something Trixie closed the book and met her husband's gaze.
"It's going to be difficult."
Moving to sit up she leaned over the coffee table and took a pencil from its holder on the glass surface.
"The three main buildings are approximately 400 yards apart. The two hangar bays are next to each other and the launch and land platforms are over 900 yards from the rest being connected only by two high speed tram lines. It's going to be a nightmare trying to keep all of this area clear of whatever we'll be fending off." She explained.
Vad crossed his arms and began to listen intently to his logistical officers' report.
"Personally, using patrols to keep the lanes of traffic between each area secure is a waste of man power. It's such a large compound we need to keep a large garrison stationed at the two hangar bays and landing/launching area. We can convert the terminal into a citadel and make it a civilian refuge, hospital, and whatever else we need."
Taking another book from her pile she flipped through its pages and reached an image of soldiers storming an open airfield on an island in some tropical looking zone.
"This picture depicts a marine division having to move across an abandoned airfield to reach the mountains beyond it. The only problem is that they were in the open and the enemy had artillery set up in the hills above them. It was a fucking slaughter. Another reason why I would suggest against patrols. They would be in the open and exposed to shelling and automatic gun fire without any form of cover. "
Vad sighed deeply and sat back into the couch.
"What would you suggest our first move be?" He asked.
Trixie closed the book she was holding and placed it on her lap.
"We build a wall."
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