Acquaintances, Perhaps? [Closed, Denim]

Denim rolled around in Polara's bed while sleeping a sense of eternal bliss as she lay on her left side and right side to find that whichever side she lay on she actually felt comfortable for once. The sheets were soft as downy feathers and smelled like a delicious mint flavor. It made her want to sleep there forever, however, after thirty minutes of rest she realized something. She was sucking off her benefactor far too much. Denim was an adult and knew she was going to have to repay Polara somehow yet as weak as she was her potentially joining the empire the Arcosian belonged to wasn't going to be enough. Denim knew if she really wanted to repay her she had to become her strongest, most trusted bodyguard ever.

So she arose from the bed and stepped out of the room to find Polara leaning against the wall as if she was sleepin. She tip toed over to her and quietly stated while standing before her, "Polara, if you're not resting while standing there against that wall, would you mind helping me with something? I couldn't help you in the battle before at all and it was only due to your overwhelming strength either of us weren't hurt more, so please, if you can teach me something beyond the direct contact ki augmentation and ki attacks I know. I would like to learn how to shoot some real energy beams beyond the extremely basic ones I know most people, including myself can use."

Maybe this way she could how to fire off really deadly attacks whether they come from her hands, eyes, mouth, etc. She had heard of multiple ways of using energy beams or waves in combat. Sadly, she had never had any real access to them like other people had. It bothered her greatly because of this due to the fact her training wasn't as good as it could be for someone at her level.

Denim's eyes continued staring at Polara looking for an answer, especially when she clearly was staring down at her stomach. The pregnant form of a woman always had people curious about it from time to time. She sighed and uttered, "How do you know I need to ea-" she started to say. She really wanted to get ready for her training right away yet a loud, "Gurgle!" interrupted her. She then felt an extremely hard kick nudge her rib cage area. It was at this point the child's power level spiked to an incredible 200 PL as it forced its presence to be known.

Denim figured that because of this spike or maybe before it somehow Polara had sensed her urge to consume food. She followed the alien lizard to the other side of the hall and stated, "If I really am hungry like you say, please make me three ham sandwiches, a bowl of soup large enough to feed four, and a chocolate sundae. Oh, and some chicken wings too." The words that came out of her mouth caused her to blush because while she secretly did eat this much food on a regular basis she tried to keep her food consumption levels down among guests or in public to an extent.

This truly made her realize the child within her was alien for she assumed that those extra calories she was asking for weren't for her. Well, she already knew, but for Polara it might reveal more of the child's potential species that of a Saiyan or part of one, for usually humans never ate anywhere near that much in a single meal. If she was willing to cook that much Denim was more then willing to eat it all. If not Denim was sure to give out a hundred complaints about it.

Denim was quite surprised by the sudden treatment she was receiving the moment she entered the dining room/kitchen area. Her eyes widened at all the food at the table, especially with how fast her friend Polara was moving to make it. She could barely follow her and her tail with the dizzying speeds it was going at to add things such as sauce and other items together in the blink of an eye. She sat down at the fully prepped table though and licked her lips.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat all this food with me?" she asked as she looked back at the untiring Polara, her voice vibrating with the chair's rhythm as she spoke. Although Polara said she didn't want to eat and did not require food Denim thought she might ask since she had seen Polara "sleeping" before. Then again, she might have not been since Denim knew little about her friend's bodily needs. Hers though were now rocketing off the charts though as her mouth began to drool.

She turned back to the food and without a second thought began to scarf down food at high speed almost like a Saiyan would. She started with the sandwiches since they were easiest, then drowned herself in the soup before gulping down the ice cream sundae. The freezing temperatures of this immediately forced her to stop for about three minutes as she allowed her body to warm up and she sat there contently kicking her legs under the table like a little girl.

"This has been great so far..." Denim announced with a big grin, "I can't wait to finish off the chicken wings."

Denim picked up her remaining food items and began biting into the chicken wings. The sauce covered her mouth and hands but she ignored it as she licked her lips and fingers while savoring the juice meat on the bones. It wouldn't take her more then five minutes to down all the wings Polara prepared before she leaned back in her chair and grabbed a wet towel left on the table's edge for her hands. She wiped them off along with her mouth.

"URP!" A loud belch echoed through the room as she curled into a ball to avoid Polara's possibly unsatisfactory gaze. Belching wasn't a lady-like thing to do, however, Denim couldn't help herself. A lot of gas had built up in her stomach and she could continue feeling it rise.

"URP!" another belch echoed through the hallway before she uttered, "Sorry, I'm eating embarrassingly like a Saiyan. Do you think my child could be one? I've never acted this way before; now that I think of it."

"Hearing that makes me happy..." Denim stated hiding her sadness beneath a smile. It was shocking that all this time not only was she carrying an alien baby but what she now called a "Tri-Brid" within herself. Her ears could hear Polara's twitching tail behind her and she stood up and said, "Would you stop that!?!" since the beginning of her meeting that tail had twitched and now she was thinking it did because Polara hid a ton of information, more then she was ever allowed to say to a lowly human like Denim.

Denim turned around and felt a small bit of rage boil in her heart. Her eyes glared at the Arcosian as she leaped over her seat and landed in a standing position in front of her massage chair. Denim, despite prior warnings let her power out in a quick burst in base form feeling a rising mix of power from her baby as it suddenly hit a maximum energy level of 400. Together they allowed their energy to reverberate around the room.

"I want more answers," Denim cried with tears flowing down her eyes, "Did Plaid come to me as some kind of joke? Because he sure acted like it when we met at first. And-and why me of all people, huh? HUH!?!"

Denim's power continued to push itself further and further as she attempted to go past her base power's limit and enter her higher power transformation at will. If Polara didn't stop her veins, which were slowly beginning to pop up all across her weary body, would appear and explode. The conclusion of them exploding was going to instantly trigger her death. To stop it though all Polara needed to do was either knock her out though or start explaining more and quickly. Denim, at the moment, couldn't handle the energy twice from Intense Struggle in one day.

Denim wanted to keep letting her power grow. If Polara wasn't going to give her more answers she'd beat them out of her, even though the Arcosian had been kind to her up to this point. Her body though couldn't handle it and so when Polara Thermia activated her power in return and started to strike pressure points between her joints and muscles she fell towards the floor almost instantly and started to go out like a light. A smile oddly appeared on her face as she found herself forcing Polara to do something so drastic, "If I can make her do this kind of thing, well, wow I'm in a good position with her." Denim thought as her mind slowly closed off to an unconscious state.

Denim's wracked body rested once again on the soft sheets Polara provided. The ointment seeped into her skin and eventually after an hour soothed the en-flared veins courning through her belly. She'd rest like that for two hours more unaware that while she slept her body was adding the two person meal she'd to her overall body's growth. This would help her gain close to five extra pounds she needed to top off he pregnancy at 155 pounds. After this, any weight gain she experienced was going to negligible.

The good thing though was the weight of her body was at a good count so after all the stress and this she was sure to recover. When she woke up after three hours of sleep she felt a bit groggy but sat up in the bed, remembering she'd been here before, she felt a tightening in her lower abdomen and clutched it realizing she had put herself through a lot of dangerous stuff by letting her power flow wild. Yet this was different than that.

"Contraction..." she uttered to herself. She was pretty sure it was one and not her child rolling around inside her. Luckily, it felt very small. "...I I'm not ready yet but I suppose I will be soon." She smiled to herself and kicked the sheets off before heading straight to the door. Her body felt much better after her near death experience. She stumbled through the hall way upon exiting through her doorway and looked around for Arcosian friend. She wanted to thank her and let her know she was hungry yet again. This time a snack was what she wanted as her stomach grumbled for food.

If she couldn't find her though it was probably just best to leave the ship and onto other things. She had plenty of stuff she needed to do. Her first was to go back and alter the ship entirely. Something just felt off about it now it was missing a well-made crib among other things. And she really wanted those things in her ship.