"Come on, Prince" Kaede mocked playfully, as she dodged yet another of Vegeta's attacks. "You can do better than that." A smirk came accross the Prince's lips, as he watched her black hair blowing in the breeze, while she waited for him to strike again. His eyes narrowed, and his smirk grew into a smile before he said:

"Lets make this a bit more interesting, little girl. Lets see if you can manage to dogde my attacks while you fight back." Kaede's smile boardered on evil, as she lowered herself into a fighting pose.

"Bring it" She laughed. Vegeta came at her quickly, and directed a punch towards her face. She dodged it like it was nothing, and managed to kick him in the side of the head before he could try to hit her again. But he remained unfazed, and had his knee in her stomach faster than she could blink. Kaede doubled over, and he heard her groaning. But when he got close enough to deliver the final blow, she grabbed his hair in both of her fists, and slammed his face into her knee. The Prince blinked repeatedly, suprised by the feeling of warm blood dripping from his nose.

"Perhaps it's time we stopped for today, little girl. Things could get nasty if they go any farther. I don't want to see you get hurt." He mumbled as he walked away from her. Before he knew it, her face was inches from his own. He was looking directly into her beautiful onyx eyes, as she grinned at him.

"I'm not too much for the Saiyan Prince, am I?" she giggled, the resplendant smile on her face was the only thing keeping Vegeta from turning into a Super Saiyan, and ending this spar properly. He felt a longing inside of him, and couldn't decide wheather it was to fight, or if it was for her. He shook it off and told her:

"If you really think that, you're more of a fool than I thought imaginable." She giggled again, then appeared suddenly behind him, arms around his waist, chin on his shoulder.

"Oh, Vegeta," her voice was that a twelve-year-old who wanted to play. "Of course I know I'm no match for you." Her breath was hot on his neck, and though she may not have sounded any older than his daughter, he knew the thoughts he was having weren't perverted or wrong.

"You know" she began, her lips no more than an inch from his ear. "There's other things we can do to work off our energy" Her voice was erotic, and sent chills down his spine. He could feel her fingers touching his bare chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. He pulled himself from her grasp abruptly, and turned to face her. She was looking at him innocently, slowly batting her eyelashes.

"What?" she asked. He hung his head and cursed, running a hand through his hair. When he spoke again, his voice was low and sounded laboured.

"Kaede. I have a wife." He wouldn't meet her eyes. Kaede's once smiling mouth turned to a frown, and she looked down at her boots. This posture made her look so vulnerable, no longer the strong, authoritative Kaede that he knew. As he stared at her, he realized how little clothing she was wearing; her breasts were barely covered by a piece of red spandex, black short-shorts covered her lower half, and she wore white gloves, and white boots, much like his. The rest of her strong, but feminine body was uncovered. He couldn't help but think of what was beneath the small bits of material, and that thought led him to ones of her covered by his own naked body. As he imagined the things he could be doing to her, he grew hard, and a low growl escaped from him. One more look from her was all the persuasion he needed; the second her eyes landed on him, he was directly in front of her, removing her barely-there clothes. He scooped her off of her feet, and placed her gently on the grass of the clearing they were in. He lowered himself on top of her, and covered her lips with his, as she stripped him of his training clothes... which by this point was only pants anyways.

He gently pushed himself insider her, and the friction had them both groaning loudly. He rolled himself onto his back, never breaking their connection, so that she was on top of him. He placed one hand on her upper thigh, and made her move her hips, as he thrusted up into her. His other hand found her tail, and she moaned as he stroked it in rhythm with their movements. Vegeta growled in approval as her muscles contracted around him, and she hit her peak. Exhausted, Kaede dropped her hands on either side of the Prince's head, and attempted to hold herself up. But Vegeta wouldn't hear of this.

"Wrap... your... arms... around my... neck" He said, his words punctuated by his thrusts. The tired female did as she was told, and soon his arms were wrapped around her waist, moving her in time with himelf.

"Oh, fuck, Kaede" he started to moan, as his breathing and movements became uneven. He held her even more tightly, and cursed loudly as he finished inside of her. Then his whole body relaxed, and he breathed heavily, loving the feeling of Kaede's weight resting on top of him. He smirked to himself.

But before long, his smirk turned to a frown as he thought "What about Bulma?"