Vegeta kept his eye on Kakara and the boy over the next couple of weeks. They were growing in power with each training session. The prince had to admit that he was impressed. He kept going over and over how he would seduce her in his head, but as soon as he got close enough to try anything, he froze up. The prince wondered if his body was trying to tell him that she was under him, but that couldn't be the case. He had seen stranger mating combinations from Nappa. There wasn't anything that dolt wouldn't stick his dick in.
"Vegeta?" Gokin asked, noticing that he wasn't paying attention.
The prince shook his head. "What?" He was going to get her in bed tonight. He was sure of it.
"I wanted to see if you would spar with me for a bit?" Gokin asked. "Is something wrong?" The prince had been spacing out quite a bit lately.
"No." His stomach growled and he cursed it. The prince didn't have time for it to be getting in the way.
Gokin giggled. "I think that means it's lunch time." She was going to go and scoop up Gohan, but her son was too busy. Raditz was sparring with him a little and it looked like they were enjoying themselves. The bald man was off on a mission and she was grateful for that. She still didn't care for his stares.
The prince sighed, but grinned as he noticed that they would be alone. This was the perfect opportunity. "Why don't we go to the mess hall then?" She nodded at him, and they left. He would have to give Raditz an ounce of his praise for keeping Kakara's brat entertained.
"The food here is okay, but I miss the food back home," Gokin said, thinking of rice balls, noodles, and pizza.
"Planet Vegeta had decent food. I will say that this place is an improvement." The prince raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you didn't destroy Earth?"
"No, it was my home," Gokin snapped, crossing her arms and looking away from him.
Vegeta sighed. Of course, he had ruined it by making it awkward. "It's just confusing to me. We all had missions that we went through with, but yours just didn't happen. You can't fault me for being curious, Kakara." He hoped that he had salvaged the conversation.
"Who knows…" Gokin looked over at him, noticing that he was looking ahead of himself and not at her. "I wish I had the ingredients. I could make something close to what I had back home." She knew that Gohan was craving some miso soup.
"What kind of ingredients would you need?" the prince asked. He was tired of the same old slop from the mess hall. If Kakara wanted to cook, he wasn't going to stop her.
"There's no guarantee that you'll be able to find them out here," she argued.
"Just tell me what you need, Kakara," Vegeta pushed. Before she could argue, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a storage room. He knew this was for the mess hall, but here Kakara could pick out what she needed. "Pick out what you want."
Gokin's eyes grew wide as she found all of the things she needed to make some homemade ramen. "Do we have anything to cook with back in the room?" She had never noticed it before.
Vegeta grinned. "I'll have to take all of that crap off of the stove." There was no way that he was going to cook anything, and he didn't trust Nappa or Raditz to touch it. The prince watched her grab what she needed, then helped her back to their quarters.
They walked back in silence. The prince really didn't know what to say. He had never had a home-cooked meal in his life and was kind of intrigued. At the same time, Gokin felt nervous. Chico wasn't the biggest fan of her cooking and she didn't know how the prince would react to it.
When they got back, Raditz was in the common room with Gohan. They were playing some game with small stones. Gokin thought it looked like checkers, but she could have been wrong.
Gohan looked up at the food. "Are we having soup tonight?!"
"No, ramen," Gokin answered, but her son didn't look disappointed.
Raditz stared at Vegeta in confusion, until the prince spoke. "Go clear off the stove. Kakara is making us dinner."
Raditz gave his sister a grin. This was a bold move by her that could really work in her favor. He stood up and moved over to the corner of the common room that had a small table near it. There was a bunch of old armor sitting in a pile. He began to remove it, only for Gohan to come up next to him and help. "Momma's food is yummy."
Gokin turned red. "It's not that good." She didn't want them to think she was the best cook ever. Chico made sure to tell her that she wasn't.
Vegeta sat down as they finished clearing up the mess. He watched Gohan walk back over with Raditz where they restarted their game. He decided that he would keep his eye on the boy as Kakara worked. The prince was quite surprised with how smart the brat was. Gohan was thinking over each of his movements, much like a general would. "I'll play the winner." He wanted to test the brat. The prince could already tell that Gohan was going to win.
Raditz's eyes grew as his nephew ended up collecting all of his stones on his next turn. "How did you?"
Vegeta chuckled. "You make your moves blindly. He had at least three moves figured out before you even moved your pieces."
Gohan looked up at the prince and nodded. "After you moved your first piece, I figured out what you were going to do, Uncle."
Raditz was flabbergasted as Vegeta moved to the floor. "You know that I won't be as easy as your Uncle," the prince said.
Gohan nodded as they set up the board. "Do you want to go first, Mr. Vegeta?"
The prince smirked, the brat was just as observant as his mother. "Why don't you go first, child."
Gohan stared down at the pieces, thinking of more than one move he could make and was thinking of what the prince could do with each move. It took him about 5 minutes before he moved his first piece.
Vegeta looked down at the board with a grin. He could see that the boy had deployed a defensive strategy by making two pieces set together, so that he couldn't collect them. The prince looked at his own pieces, thinking of them like they were soldiers. It took him about 10 minutes to pick his strategy. From there the game got more cut throat than it had before.
Raditz just sat there in shock at how slow the game was going, but was thrown off guard when he discovered that after an hour neither side had lost a piece. "It seems the brat has the mind of a commander," Vegeta said.
Gohan beamed at the prince and Raditz grinned. It seemed that his sister wasn't the only one winning over the prince.
The boy stopped when he was doing and looked over as some bowls clacked. "Mom, is it done?"
Gokin was red. "Yes, I just finished."
The prince smelled the air. His eyes grew wide from how fragrant the common room was. It was such a pleasing smell, too, which made his stomach growl louder. He eyed the large pot on the stove. She had to have made enough for a large army.
Gokin tensed up as Vegeta walked up and grabbed his bowl. She watched as he looked down at it, then took his first bite of it.
The prince had gathered a little bit of everything when he tried it and was pleasantly surprised. He swore that he had never had this much flavor in his food before. He started eating it like he hadn't eaten for days. He only growled when his bowl was empty. "More."
Gokin turned red. "You like it?"
The prince turned his gaze on her. "I refuse to use the mess hall while you are here. If you can cook this well, there really isn't a point in eating that crud."
She beamed at him, then got him another bowl. "Gohan, do you want one?" Her son ran over and took one as she giggled at the prince. Raditz took one as well, and she was surprised that he liked it as well. It was strange, Chico used to say her cooking was bad.
Gohan looked up at his mother after he finished his bowl. "Can we have Miso soup tomorrow?"
"If Vegeta can get me in the store room…" Gokin started.
"We'll go after we finish training," the prince answered, finishing his fifth bowl. He really couldn't get enough of what he was eating.
Raditz looked at his sister. This was the oldest trick in the book. Getting a man through his stomach was probably one of the best ways to get a saiyan man.
Gokin had sat down next to Vegeta has she ate her own food. There would be no leftovers, she already knew that. "I'm just glad you liked it, my husband hated my cooking."
"Daddy didn't hate it," Gohan said, getting everyone's attention. "He just wanted to you to make more and eat less."
Vegeta stared at Kakara, noticing that she was put off by the idea of eating less. He chuckled. "You really are a saiyan with that appetite."
"It's not my fault that I need so much," she answered. Gokin knew that everyone thought of her as strange for being a woman and eating as much as she did.
"I didn't mean that as a complaint," Vegeta said, causing her to look at him. Their eyes locked and the prince swore that his heart stopped. "We…our kind need the extra energy…"
She nodded at him, but didn't take her eyes off of his. It was like she was locked there in place. "For training?"
The prince's mind was thinking of a lot of things that he could be putting that energy to use for, things that involved Kakara in multiple positions. "You could say that." His voice had dropped to a whisper.
Raditz looked over at his nephew with a grin, then noticed that the boy was asleep. Quietly, he moved the boy out of the room, taking him to bed. He didn't want to interrupt the moment his sister was having with the prince.
Gokin felt herself turn red as Vegeta began to lean down. She started to lean up. "Are their different ways to train?" she whispered.
"Lots." They were so close Vegeta knew that there was barely an inch between them.
"Will you…Vegeta…show me?" Gokin could feel her body shaking. An interesting smell had entered her nose, pulling her in.
"Ye…" He was going to respond as the door to the common room opened. The two of them jumped away from each other like a couple of teenagers. "Nappa! What are you doing back so early?!" he snapped at the elite.
Nappa only grinned. He had come back in time then. "I finished up early, My Prince." He could smell musk on the air. The prince would have taken the third class if he didn't return when he did. "But I didn't return empty handed."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. There was nothing that he could want from Nappa right now. His body was geared up and ready to go. His looked over to find that Kakara had run off. He growled. "This better be good."
Nappa moved out of the way, revealing another female saiyan. "Meet Turly."
Vegeta stared up at the woman, noting that she looked similar to Kakara, only her hair was longer and her skin was a darker shade. But even as he stared up at her, it didn't feel right. "So, you found yourself a mate then?"
"She's a first-class," Nappa said as she grinned.
Vegeta pondered that, but that was about it. "Then I was right." He stood up, deciding that he needed to take care of a problem in his pants.
"But, My Prince," Turly started, only to be cut off by the door. "I was sure that he would want me."
Nappa growled. "We have a third-class running around."
Turly smirked darkly. "So someone has forgotten her place?" She wasn't going to let this girl get in her way. She would win the prince as a mate. No third-class trash was going to beat her. Until then though, she needed a place to sleep. "You're an elite, right?"
Nappa nodded. "That's right." He knew that she was set on Vegeta after he had told her everything, but was still hopeful for some sex of his own.
She grinned. "How about you take me for a spin tonight? You can have the leftovers after I mate with the prince."
Nappa grabbed her arm and pulled her into his room. With an offer like that, there was no way he was going to say no. Not in a million years.
Gokin looked over at her sleeping son. She felt the need to touch herself, but she couldn't do it in front of Gohan. She sighed. It would just have to wait until her morning shower.
She thought of Vegeta once more before falling asleep, wondering what Nappa had brought back with him.
To Be Continued…