Cela sat bolt upright, her eyes widening as the ghosts of memories haunted her. She could remember the Saibamen - the SaibaMAN - clear as day, and yet looking around she couldn't see any sign of him.
He was gone.
The Saiyan rose to her feet unsteadily, the world still spinning and… strange. Wrong.
Part of her was convinced it was just a dream - some horrible figment of her imagination - but she had no idea how that could be the case. It had all felt so real! The fight with the Saibamen, the pain, the bloodlust, the violence, and… what came after. Cela shuddered shamefully, letting a hand dip down between her legs to-
She froze.
Her slit was exposed and just touching it she could feel how sensitive it was. It was raw and tender, just the slightest caress making her entire body ache and hum. Her legs were sore, her hips hurt, her… everything hurt. But whether it was from the battle or sex, she wasn't sure. Her eyes scanned the battlefield for any trace of the seeds that had been shot into her, but she found none. Maybe the Saibaman that had taken advantage of her had actually taken them with him.
Cela knew little of the life-cycle of Saibamen - she didn't really care that much - though this seemed to answer… a few questions. While raising a million more.
The Saiyan was about to take a step forward when she felt a sudden pulse of pain shoot through her, originating from her stomach. Her hand went there, flattening against her abs, finding… a bulge.
Her eyes widened as she looked down, her stomach more distended than it should have been.
It wasn't as if she was nine-months pregnant, but…
But she was starting to show.
Which confirmed in her mind all her worst fears.
The Saibaman stared down at his claws, feeling a strange power flow through him. Though he was only a few hours old - if that - he could still appreciate that what he was feeling was… unique. It went somehow against his natural instincts as a lab-grown Saibaman; instincts that had been bred into him without his knowledge. Normally, his compulsions were just to fight to the death and - if necessary - explode to kill his enemies.
He was a simple creature.
But since encountering the tall woman - the Saiyan - he had developed new compulsions. Defeating the enemy - killing them - was secondary to spreading his seed. Germinating. Pollinating. Cultivating. That was what he needed to do; and what he had done. The seed he'd sewn in the Saiyan woman would - if able - grow into something more. Something far stronger than him or any like him. Far stronger than the other seeds he'd sewn.
He dropped them into the ground in front of him, stomping them into the fertile, red-brown soil. They would grow strong here; strong enough to serve as an asset to him. Unlike others of his kind, their goal would not be to fight mindlessly, but to spread.
They would grow. Their numbers would expand.
They would proliferate. Multiply.
Prosper.
The Saibaman craned his head back, letting spit gather in his mouth. It was similar in composition to the clear fluid that the seeds had washed out with; packed with all the nutrients they'd need to grow quickly. The Saibaman let liquid gather in his mouth before snapping his head forward, shooting it into the ground where he'd planted the seeds. An array of liquid-y bullets fired out, each one finding their mark. In an instant, the ground began to boil and rumble, before little green arms and fat green heads began to emerge. One by one, his new Saibamen - his own spawn - arose from the Saiyan soil, grinning intently.
The Prime Saibaman watched as his children pulled themselves forward, sloughing off dirt and weeds until they were all hunched and huddled before him.
"Guhguhgyuh!" the leader rasped, excitedly.
The other Saibamen looked at him, recognizing his authority. It was not often that a Saibaman knew their progenitor. Normally, they acknowledged whoever or whatever planted their seeds as being their leader, and almost never before had this been another Saibaman. But this time would be different.
The Saibaman leader had an aura around him; power. Defeating the Saiyan woman - soaking in her juices, bending her to his will (if momentarily) - had granted him strength to easily outmatch his spawn. They recognized this - they recognized his authority - and acknowledged him.
"Guh! Guh!" one of the Saibamen chattered back haltingly.
"Gyuhgyuh!"
"Gyahgyoohyaah!"
The Saibamen - all five of them - one by one deferred to him with their croaking, rasping barks.
"Gyahyah ghah! Guh!" the leader pointed beyond, the others' heads turning.
They were in a forest underneath a red sky. Around them grew twisted and strange trees, some with orange leaves, some with green. The branches forked and curled wickedly, granting the entire landscape an overtly violent and sinister aura. But it didn't bother the Saibamen. They had been grown in the planet's blood-rich soil, which had granted them enough rich nutrients to fill their bodies with power. The planet was theirs.
Beyond the foliage of the many trees lay huge spires of metal and glass; a new forest.
One that they had yet to conquer.
Dr. Rootle shifted aside the X-ray screen, his eyes wide.
"And how did you say you got-?"
"It doesn't matter!" Cela snapped, "Just get it out of me!"
The doctor scratched the back of his head, "Well… I suppose I can, but it would help if I knew exactly what it was."
Cela groaned. She'd be damned if she admitted to getting knocked up by a fucking Saibaman. She was glad that the doctor had - at the very least - not recognized the thing in her as a seed, though that also made it slightly more alarming. The fact he didn't even know what it was was a bit… worrying.
It probably shouldn't have surprised Cela that there wasn't much of a medical history of this sort of thing happening, though she had been hoping it would be otherwise to some degree. She grit her teeth, debating whether it was worth sharing it with the doctor or not. Obviously she could frame the story however she wanted - she definitely didn't need to go into detail about how… intense any of it had felt - but it was humiliating no matter what.
The young warrior finally opened her mouth to speak, just in time to get interrupted.
"The surgery to remove such a thing wouldn't be terribly dangerous." Rootle mused, stroking his bony chin, "I've had some women walk out a few minutes after regaining consciousness. Though not all are strong enough to treat it as an out-patient-"
"Good." Cela snapped, leaping at the offer, "Just get it out of me and burn it for all I care."
Rootle watched her levelly, and she couldn't help but feel a chill run up her spine. The doctor was far from threatening-looking, with his bushy, unkempt goatee and thick eyebrows. He was a noncombatant; one of the rare Saiyans with a draw towards medicine rather than battle. He was necessary, though hardly dangerous.
Still, in that moment he was exactly what Cela needed.
"You're sure you don't know how this-" he tapped the x-ray, " - thing came to be inside of you?"
Cela grit her teeth, but relented a little, "Of course I know, but you don't need to." she dictated to him stonily, keeping her guard up, "Just get it out of me. Got it?"
Rootle sighed out his nose, causing his whiskers to sway a bit. For a moment, his eyes turned to the ceiling above. The lab they were in - like most Saiyan labs - was shadowy and overtly sinister. The lights were dark, the metal floor a cold blue-black, the walls lined with all sorts of bizarre pieces of medical equipment. Cela could turn her head a few degrees and see all manner of bizarrities floating in green liquid; most of them merely silhouettes. To Saiyans, doctors were rare. They typically had to be more than just doctors.
Especially since Saiyans rarely ever bothered to seek medical help.
When your race got stronger from getting hurt you learned to only go to the hospital when it was an absolute emergency.
Like this.
Rootle turned his flat, unreadable gaze back to her, "Fine. We can remove this thing for you," he said, "and you should be able to walk out of here within the day. It's a rather simple procedure, all things considered."
Cela breathed a little sigh of relief.
Then her face hardened.
"Good."