Vegeta leaned back on his bunk and glanced over to the woman who was pulling her clothing over her brilliantly naked form. She gazed over her shoulder and her cloudy blue eyes dove into his, searching their dark depths. He thought he saw a flash a pain dust across her misty orbs before it disappeared and she grinned at him. She shrugged on her shirt, finally turning to face him.
"Well Vegeta," she walked, her hips swaying over to where he was laying and rested her hands on the bed. "That was fun." Soft lips closed over his just as they had a few hours ago before pulling away all-too-soon. "I may have to come back again."
He grunted and returned her smirk. "If you don't I'll find you."
A deep, sultry laugh escaped her throat, causing a chill of renewed desire to run up his spine. "I hope so." Behind her passionate gaze he saw a glimmer of hope, telling him that she was sincere in her desire. It unnerved him slightly to think that this woman would truly want to spend another night with the ruthless murderer who had played such a key role in destroying everything she had ever known.
She released his gaze and floated gracefully out of his room, her intoxicating body moving with all the grace that her proud heritage afforded her. He sighed and allowed his eyes to close.
"That's what I would expect from the Sai-gin prince."
As her voice deepened with desire he felt his body responding, vehemently demanding that he provide it release. He leaned toward her and his lips crashed in on hers, delivering a bruising kiss that elicited a moan from deep in her throat. Despite the punishing nature of his kiss, she leaned into him, matching his ruthlessness.
She pulled back slightly, licking her lips. "Are we staying here?" she whispered, her soft breath sending a shiver rolling across his skin.
"No." He grunted before diving back into the intoxicating kiss that had been broken only moments before.
She leaned into him, and another low moan escaped her preoccupied lips. He could feel her soft, enticing curves even through his armor and his fingers itched to remove the obtrusive clothing. Vegeta broke the kiss reluctantly and gazed into her misty blue orbs momentarily before leading her out of the training hall and down the empty, stoic halls of the compound.
Vegeta led her through a small metal door into his chambers. He could feel her tiny body quivering with anticipation and smell her arousal thickening in the air around him. He clamped down on his strengthening desire. He was the prince of all Saiyans and he would be damned if he would surrender to his hard, primal desire before he was ready. Yes, the Saiyan Prince was the image of control.
He heard the metal door shut softly behind him and her silken hands ran up his back, slipping off his armor plate before settling on his strong, well muscled shoulders. He could feel her soft little body flatten itself against his back, he breasts melting into his hardened muscle. She traced her fingers along the back of his neck, eliciting a moan from deep in his chest. All of his thoughts of control melted away as her fingers expertly tantalized his body, running down his back once more before winding around his waist, grazing his pant line
He groaned again, this time coming loud and demanding, rumbling hungrily from his body. "Damn-it woman," he snarled, his words dripping with pent-up need. "You will regret toying with me."
She let out a low, sultry laugh before dipping her hands lower on his loins, teasing him. "I will huh?" she taunted.
She had to have known the consequences of her brazen actions, because when he grabbed her arms and threw her violently on his small bed she only smirked up at him. Her blue orbs glinted with a fire that seemed to reflect a flame deep in her soul. He could get lost in those mysterious eyes, cloudy with desire.
He peeled himself away from her gaze before snarling at her again, out of irritation, partly for his own weakness. "Don't make me hurt you girl." He warned, attempting to remove the deep need from his voice.
She laughed again, indicating that he had failed in his effort which only further infuriated the proud Saiyan. "Don't worry," she arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, "I'm not fragile."
He returned her smirk. If she was enough of a fool to ask for abuse, then abuse is what he would give her. He nipped roughly at her shoulder, causing her skin to ripple with pain. Though, her face told a different story than her flesh, as her eyes rolled back and she let out a little mew of pleasure. The little sound, that resembled a plea for more severed Vegeta's last threat of control. He ravished her mouth with his own and impatiently yanked off the little black top that thinly covered her; the last thin barrier between him and her luxurious body.
His clothing quickly followed hers and he paused for a moment to take in the tiny body before him. Had he not have experienced her strength for himself he would have never believed that this tiny, frail little woman could take the beating that he had issued to it that day. Aside from a few small bruises that dotted her shoulders and torso, she seemed completely unscathed by their skirmish earlier.
She squirmed in disapproval at his slow scan of her newly naked form and glared up at him. "Are you just going to look?" Her deep accent caused the hairs on the nape of his neck to prickle, as if a cold wind had just washed over him.
He grunted to her before covering her body with his own and diving into another deep kiss. "Shut the fuck up woman," he breathed into her lips.
A searing pain lashed through his mind as her teeth bit harshly at his lower lip, drawing blood. "Damn you woman! I should kill you for that!" He yanked his head up violently and glared at the little woman beneath him.
All of his ire drained away as he stared at the sight in front of him. She licked her lips where his blood had pooled, staining her mouth scarlet, and closed her eyes, intoxicated by the copper taste that lingered on her tongue. Her pale little body writhed at the sudden loss of his heat and her eyes fluttered open, silently begging him to come back.
"Is that all you have prince?"
He moaned deep in his throat before diving back into her, allowing his mind and body to become lost in her soft, yet ruthless touch. For a while it seemed as if they had created a separate reality.
Vegeta opened his eyes and glanced over to the now empty spot beside him. He always had to come back to life, though. Even if he had found solace in the fiery little Zentu princess, his hell was now waiting for him to slip his armor back on and join the inferno in which he existed.
The boy had such a short attention span. Vegeta sighed into the hot water of the shower as it pelted his face mercilessly. Trunks had trained for under an hour with his father before running out of the room to find his more doting grandparents. Though, Vegeta had to admit that he had been done with his training also. It did him no good to press his body to his physical limits if he was distracted by thoughts of the woman who haunted his dreams. It had been such a long time ago that they had found one another, both tormented, baneful souls, using each other to help pick up the broken pieces of their glass-menagerie hearts. And even after over twenty years she still couldn't leave him in peace.
The hot water poured over his body, soothing his tired muscles. Water could do wonders for a person's body, it could turn to ice and numb the pain inflicted by a wound, or could do as it was doing now and relax away a body's aches. Now, if only it could find a way to heal his soul. Whether that was through icing him over so that he could be numb, or allowing the memories to drift away with the wind, he didn't care.
His thoughts faded away as a light ki entered the room. It was Bulma, padding on bare feet into the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom they shared. He heard the muffled sound of clothes dropping to the tile floor before the shower door slid open and she slipped in with him.
He smiled to himself before turning toward the blue haired woman who had joined him. "I thought you said you wouldn't be waiting for me."
She grinned at his memory of her threat earlier that morning. "I wasn't. I just wanted to take a break and thought a shower sounded nice. You just happened to be in here too."
"Hmph." Vegeta snorted and turned from her, going back to his shower. "Well then, if that's why you're here then don't let me stop you."
"Vegeta…" the grin that had only moments before graced her face faded away at his cold response. There had been something bothering him lately and she needed to know what it was, had to know before it drove her crazy.
Her tiny arms slid around his waist and she laid her head on his back, hoping to soothe his irritation. "Vegeta, what's wrong? You've been acting cold lately."
His whole body stiffened under her touch, his already rock-hard muscles tightening and going rigid. At his reaction she inwardly grimaced, wishing that she could reach out and snatch the question back as it hung in the air between them.
"Nothing is wrong with me woman. Stop your nonsense."
Bulma could feel the anger welling up in the pit of her stomach at his indifference. What irritated her most of all though, was the fact that he still wouldn't face her. He kept his back turned showing little to no interest in her presence.
She tried to hold back the venomous words that had gathered on her tongue, but they spilled out with sharp indignance. "Bull shit Vegeta! I've never seen you lie so poorly before, and if you think I'm enough of an idiot to buy your cheap talk then you're the one who's a fool! Not me!"
He didn't move, didn't even acknowledge that she was speaking to him. Her voice rose to an angry shriek, made all the more potent by the hard tile walls. "Damn it Vegeta! Look at me!"
"Get out." His voice was flat and void of any kind of emotion and she'd be damned if it didn't sting her heart worse than if he had slapped her.
"Wha-" she choked, the tears forming at the edges of her eyes, squelching her burning rage.
"I said get out." He snarled, his anger now plain for her to hear.
"Vegeta…I'm sorry…I just…" Her tears began their steady stream down her cheeks, mixing with the steaming water from the shower.
"Damn it woman!" He finally turned to face her, his pitch colored eyes sparking with pent up anger, and if she wasn't mistaken there was something that resembled pain in their dark depths. "You come in here seeking me, you shed your damn clothes and then you choose to chide me?"
He didn't see the tears themselves, but her bloodshot eyes told him that she was crying, the tears lost in the steady spray of water. At this realization he ceased his ruthless verbal assault. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was to see her cry. He flung the shower door open, shattering the glass and charged out of the bathroom, grabbing his training shorts along the way. Bulma was left to stare at the mess he had left behind. Alone and crying she leaned down to begin picking up the pieces of splintered glass that at that moment surely resembled her now broken and bleeding heart.
"Vegeta!" The sickeningly nasal voice invaded his ears and shrieked through his mind, forcing his eyes to open.
The door to his chamber flew open to reveal Zarbon's tall, blue form in the narrow entrance. It was hardly large enough to contain his figure and he crouched to keep from hitting his head.
"What do you want?" Vegeta grumbled and sat upright in his bed, shooting a venomous look at the blue man.
Zarbon looked Vegeta up and down with puzzled eyes. The Saiyan's usually kinetic form was still, and his typically fiery gaze seemed somehow sated. He knitted his eyebrows together in a scowl before speaking. "Lord Freiza requested an audience with you immediately."
Vegeta returned Zarbon's deep scowl. "Fine."
Zarbon simply nodded and exited the room, not wanting to spend any more time with the filthy Saiyan than he had to.
Vegeta sighed and pulled himself to his feet, deftly sliding on his armor. He always had mixed emotions about meeting with the tyrant who kept him hostage. Many times he would be called in and abused because of infractions that he could not name. However, other times it would mean a mission and a brief reprieve from the stifling sterility of planet Freiza.
He sauntered down the hall, willing his confidence to the surface. Whatever Freiza had in store for him, he could take it. He knocked lightly on the door of Freiza's quarters. "Lord Freiza, may I enter."
"Ah…Vegeta," The lizard's shrill voice seemed to seep through the walls and snake up Vegeta's neck, making his hair stand on end. "I've been expecting you. Enter."
He took his order quickly, not wanting to make the volatile dictator wait and stepped into the room, immediately bowing in front of Freiza, his eyes fixed on the floor. "You called my lord?" he tried to keep from grimacing at the terrible taste his words left in his mouth.
"Yes I did Vegeta. I have a planet that needs cleansing, and it's calling your name." Freiza turned away from him and gazed through his window and into the galaxies. Vegeta was sure he was contemplating which ones would destroy first.
"Yes my lord. I'll inform Nappa directly." He rose to leave, but Freiza turned to him and stopped him.
"No you won't." His face turned cold and he glared menacingly at the Saiyan.
"Then I will prepare a pod for myself." He understood when Freiza wanted him to go alone. It was a game he liked to play with the prince; see how long he would take on his own and then punish him, whether the job was done quickly or not.
"No you won't."
At this Vegeta's eyes widened in shock. "If you'll excuse me Lord Freiza, what do you want me to do?"
Freiza smirked, loving that the Saiyan prince had no idea what he was thinking. He relished in the confused look on his face for a moment before continuing. "Take the girl. If two little monkeys can't get the job done right, maybe the one monkey and snow white can get it done faster."
Vegeta's brows furrowed together in an indignant response to the nickname that the tyrant so commonly to describe his proud heritage.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Vegeta?" The smirk quickly disappeared from Freiza's face as his irritation built.
Recognizing his anger Vegeta quickly bowed once more. "As you wish Lord Freiza." He made his way out of the room before snarling angrily and setting out to find Zeniotstanya.
Author's Babble: Hello to all of my wonderful readers out there! Thank you so much for reading (and hopefully reviewing! HINT HINT!) You guys are all really awesome for sticking with this story through its slowness. I really hope it's worth the wait. I am a college student and find it hard to find time to write. (though I would much rather write then do homework). I just really hope that my finesse in my stories are not suffering because of it. I am trying very hard to keep everyone true to their character, as I know I personally would not read a fic if the characters (especially Vegeta) was out of character. Well I do not own DBZ cause if I did Vegeta would've gotten MUCH stronger than Goku and owned his ass (or at least saved the world once in the series.) Well I do believe that's all.
-Dillio-