Cela wasn't expecting it, but as her hand drifted down to her stomach and the already-fading scar that lay just below her belly button, she couldn't ignore the feeling.
It was something she hadn't expected to feel, now that she was free of that cursed seed:
Loss.
The Saiyan woman stopped dead in her tracks, staring down at the crisp, white walkway beneath her. Her hand clawed a bit as anger began to boil and bubble up in her blood, mixed with a cocktail of other feelings. Confusion, anxiety, disgust… sorrow.
No! What was she sad about?! It made no sense!
Her hand tightened into a fist as memories washed back over her. The Saibaman that had done all of this to her was likely still out there. The one that had implanted its seed in her, degraded her, defiled her, humiliated her! She could feel strength pulse through her just at the memories, though it was mixed with something more; desire.
For a moment, she couldn't help but linger on the feeling.
It had been some time since she'd been with a male; apparently too long. Though she hated to even remember it, getting mated with by that Saibaman had been… an experience.
Cela swallowed.
She couldn't deny that it had felt good. Great, even. It had fucked her so hard she'd past out afterwards, and she could swear her legs were still numb from it. Though that might just be a side-effect from the C-section.
Damn it!
Cela clenched her fist harder before storming down the walkway towards her house. This was ludicrous! Why was she thinking about him again now?! And why did she care that she was missing the seed?! It wasn't as if it were her own baby! It was foolish! Idiotic! That seed probably would've killed her if she'd allowed it to stay in her womb! Getting it removed was the only option.
Cela grit her teeth.
Still…
Her mind was polluted.
Thoughts of the Saibaman, his seed, his… cock.
She felt her legs weaken.
Thick and long and hard and fast and wet and-
Cela ran her fingers through her spiky, black hair before raking them down her nape. Her hair was longer and bushier on top, shaved on the sides and in back to give her a fiercely tomboyish look. It was a pretty common style among Saiyans, though Cela wore it well. It complimented her tan skin and sharp eyes.
Though as she remembered that loathsome, ugly little creature, she couldn't help but soften a little.
Which only infuriated her all the more.
Rootle held his hands behind his back, staring at the small, dark orb that floated in the enormous vat of green liquid. In truth, he was fairly sure he knew what it was - despite playing ignorant to its previous host - though he had never actually seen one in person before. Still, he'd read about them in the past, though her never seen one in person.
He knew where it came from, though.
All too well.
"Shall I assume that this is the specimen?" the voice was cold and feminine, echoing lightly through the lab before dissolving into the silent darkness.
Rootle turned, raising a bushy eyebrow at Nion, one of the royal scientists serving under their King. She entered the room wrapped in a white lab coat, her movements fluid and crisp. Her hair was a blunt and efficient bob with bangs; all uniform lengths and hard lines. It framed a pretty face, though one that didn't hide its weariness or cynicism.
"It is. Glad you could make it." Rootle nodded, turning back to the tankard.
"This had better be worth it." Nion crossed her arms as she approached, sharing in the doctor's attention of the seed. At one point, Nion had worked for Rootle. Then she had taken a promotion to become a royal scientist, monitoring the development of newborn children.
She seemed to be as much of an expert on this sort of thing as anyone.
"I'm sure it is." Rootle stroked his chin, "Tell me: how much do you know about Saibamen?"
"A plant-based lifeform that shares many physiological traits with animals. They mature remarkably fast and gain an aptitude for Ki faster than any Saiyan ever has. This makes them excellent as cannon fodder and for combat practice. Power Levels range from 800 for standard breed to-"
"And what do you know of their reproduction cycle?"
"They're grown from seeds." Nion huffed the slightest bit, likely annoyed at being cut off, "Everyone knows that."
"Indeed. Indeed. And Saibamen farmers harvest new seeds from their corpses. Normally Saibamen at the farms are kept in a comatose state while their seeds grow inside of them, and eventually they're harvested. It's a slow process."
"I didn't realize you were so knowledgeable in the ways of Saibamen farming."
"Hardly." Rootle waved the comment away, "But this is the interesting bit: did you know Saibamen produce two different types of seeds?"
Nion's expression didn't change, which was pretty typical for her. It rarely ever shifted more than a few degrees away from its icey mask of calm.
"No." she stated in an unreadably neutral way.
"They grow what can be called 'cluster seeds', which is where the bulk of Saibamen come from." Rootle explained, "These seeds are relatively easy for them to produce. The process is accelerated if they are under duress, otherwise it can take some time. However," the doctor held up a finger, "there is a second kind. What could be called… a 'super seed'. One large seed - more potent than a cluster seed - that the Saibaman will only 'plant' under special circumstances."
"Tell me, doctor, is there a point to any of this?" Nion raised a dark, sculpted eyebrow, "I can assume that this-" she nodded towards the tank, "-is one of those 'super seeds'. Is it truly anything to be-"
Nion stopped mid-sentence as Rootle reached over to the keypad next to the tank and typed in a quick command. On an attached monitor appeared chunky green letters and numbers: a Power Level readout.
Nion's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, though Rootle could see the surprise on her face clear as day.
Surprise and fear.
"And it's still only a seed." he said, a gravity behind his words that hadn't been there before, "Think of how powerful it could be when it actually sprouts."
Nion swallowed.
"You actually wish to let this thing reach adulthood?" she smirked, though the emotion behind it was impossible to read, "Fascinating."
"A normal Saibaman's Power Level can easily rival that of lower class Saiyans." Rootle pointed out, "Just think how powerful this advanced Saibaman could become!"
"Watch yourself." a cold edge appeared in Nion's cool voice, "Are you implying that a mere Saibaman could ever rival a highborn Saiyan warrior?"
"Don't pretend to be offended by such a notion." Rootle countered, "We're both low-class scum in their eyes. But this creature could be a boon to our species. A stronger sparring partner, a stronger warrior, stronger-"
"Stronger cannon fodder?" Nion posited, "It's an interesting idea, old man. But we don't have enough data on it." her eyes narrowed, "Where did you say it came from?"
"A sort of 'super'-"
"And where did that 'super seed' come from? Why am I only just now hearing about them?"
"If I had to guess, few Saibamen get strong enough to produce them." Rootle stroked his chin, "This one must've gotten lucky. Luck and the right mix of brain chemicals led to it planting its seed in…" he trailed off, "the soil."
"And how did it come into your possession?"
Rootle felt a bead of sweat from at his temple.
He knew what it was, where it came from, and how it got there. Explaining that all to Nion felt like a bad idea, however. A Saiyan woman getting impregnated by a Saibaman, and the seed having a Power Level that already eclipsed most low-class warriors?
It was sure to make some heads spin.
"The person training with the Saibaman found it. They were heavily injured, which is what brought them here." Rootle explained, trying to sound neutral, "I assume it laid the seed after defeating them."
"So the Saibaman is still alive?" Nion queried.
"I've got no idea." Rootle shrugged, "Perhaps it died after producing its seed."
"Hmm…" Nion hummed, discontent, "A Saiyan warrior losing to a single Saibaman. And yet…" she trailed off, "Nevermind."
For a moment, Rootle was worried Nion had her suspicions about his story. It was a bit strange, though the truth was far stranger. Still, this discovery was a little too fascinating for him to ignore. Nobody quite knew where the super seeds came from, or why they were so rare, but Rootle had a theory now. It was born from an incredibly rare desire for a Saibaman to 'mate'.
To impregnate a woman; that was what the seeds were for. And the womb was meant to serve as a seedbed.
It was fascinating.
Rootle couldn't keep the grin from his lips as he checked the seed's Power Level again. He stepped aside to let Nion have a view, her eyes widening noticeably this time.
In just the short time they'd been talking, it had increased 50 points.
Rootle had to assume that Saiyan women made for particularly fertile 'soil'.
The Saibamen struck fast and struck hard.
They had the numbers advantage and were stronger than any of their prey were expecting, giving them an overwhelming edge that had yet to fail them. Their first victim fell to three of them, beaten and blasted into unconsciousness before she could even try to fight back.
From there, it was a simple matter of hiding her.
The Saibamen found a cave nearby; one where they could get some privacy. It was nestled in the nearby mountains at the outskirts of the city; a perfect hiding spot for them and what would follow. It was dark, but the Saibamen's eyes were adapted to such things, allowing them to see quite well. They dragged the unconscious woman into the shadows, letting her wake up to a world of violence and pleasure.
The leader grinned as he watched his underlings have their way with her unconscious form, their hips rolling against hers, their cocks smacking into her depths over and over and over again, each one desperate to pump her full of seed. Already he could feel their power growing; their potential increasing. They would be almost as strong as him soon.
The leader rasped out a chuckle.
This would be interesting.
Pounding.
Pounding and wet and angry and deep and itchy and full and hot and good!
Pata boiled in the hot, sticky, dreamy waters of sleep as she felt her body heat up and her mind threaten to dissolve entirely. She knew something was wrong, but in her sleeping state she couldn't think hard enough about it to do anything. So instead, she just lay there and let herself enjoy the thrashing until the moment unconsciousness started to melt away from her.
Her eyes flickered open.
It was dark and the floor was hard and-
"AHN!" she gasped, her back arching as the world was thrust into sharp focus and painful, wet acuity. Her mind reeled as she instantly realized what was happening:
She was getting fucked.
Rage shot through her and she tried to move her arms, but they didn't budge. Some steel-hard grip around her wrists kept them locked in place, Pata writhing against it as she tried to break free. She struggled in vain as more hands went to secure her, grabbing her and pushing her down. Inhuman hands. They were clawed, with three digits each, the sudden feeling causing her brain to snap back to earlier that day.
Saibamen?!
Her eyes widened.
She thought it had just been a dream, but no! Saibamen had-!
Her brain went fuzzy, her expression twisting with aimless bliss as the cock inside of her started to hammer against a perfectly lovely little corner of her pussy; one her husband hadn't ever hit. The scrubbing cock scratched the itch perfectly as she became aware of the growling, rasping laughter of Saibamen around her. Humiliation burned in her senses as she realized a fucking Saibaman was getting her off, but there was nothing she could do! She wasn't a warrior! She was just a-!
The head of the creature's strangely shaped cock stabbed against her so hard she shuddered. An orgasm - small, but bigger than she'd gotten in months - wreaked havoc on her body and gave her something to chew on as she felt the creature shudder inside her. For a moment, it froze, then went back to thrusting while she was still cumming. The combination sent trembles down her legs as she was pried open and raped, small, hard hips smacking against hers and spilling her juice across the floor.
Pata writhed and whimpered, back arching, toes curling, thighs quivering as the creature's head sought out her cervix. It finally found it and started pounding mindlessly against it as she heard it ragged breathing become labored and hideous. Finally, it smacked its strangely prolapsed-feeling head against the entrance to her most sacred area, actually managing to insert it slightly into her womb.
Pata's mouth pried open as her world became nothing but crushing, insane bliss. She spasmed on the ground as Saibamen cackled above her, delighting in her obvious torment.
Then, to her horror, she felt the cock in her begin to swell. A thick, heavy, delicious knot appeared at the base and began traveling up the shaft, prying her already weeping pussy open even more until the thick bulge reached the head. The Saibaman fucking her threw his hips with what little energy he had left, before finally letting out a hideous growl of exhausted effort. His head opened, prying open the entrance to Pata's womb, as a big, fat seed was deposited inside of her. The Saiyan woman tried to thrash, but was too weak. Her muscles were spent, her body was useless, her mind was reeling and weeping and twisting with a thousand different, boiling emotions. The Saibaman churned her up with a few last, manic thrusts before sliding out of her, Pata heaving a gasp of exhaustion as her torment ended for a moment and her abuser fell to the ground, unconscious.
Her sweaty chest heaved, her hard nipples straining against the fabric of her top, her body feeling both terribly full and wonderfully empty somehow.
What had just happened?!
What was inside of her?!
What were these Saibamen-?!
Pata's eyes widened as another one of the wretched creature's moved between her legs and pried her tremulous thighs apart. A hot, steaming cock landed on her slit; one hard enough to punch a hole through steel.
She barely had time to whimper before it entered her.