The Dungeon

Chapter 6 – Saki Kisses

Vegeta eased his way further into the lounge carefully watching the Game Mistress. She hadn't moved from the couch and didn't appear nervous by his advancement closer to her person.

Vegeta stood at the coffee table where Demonade's feet still sat propped up. "Are you lost, little one?" Vegeta asked with a smirk.

Demonade began lightly tapping her stiletto leather boots to each other while she contemplated her answer. After a moment she uncrossed her legs, allowing the tip of her boot to caress the inside of Vegeta's thigh ever so slightly as she put her feet on the floor and stood. "I'm not lost." She said with her head slightly tilted downward, accentuating her big eyes. Vegeta fought to swallow past the lump that was forming in his throat.

Demonade turned and walked to the table. A large bottle and two small cups stood as well as a stack of papers. "I brought you the copy of the tournament rules." She picked up the papers and turned around to face Vegeta. She smiled coyly at him as she handed him the papers. She turned back to the table and picked up the bottle and again turned to face him. "I noticed you barely had a cup of wine at supper so I brought you some Saki." Demonade watched him carefully, studying his expression.

She noticed I didn't drink and brought the rules to me personally, Vegeta thought. Perhaps I have won her favor already? I thought she blushed when we first met. Vegeta barely looked down at the papers before tossing them on the table carelessly, "Perhaps I don't feel like reading right now?" he said watching her face carefully for clues to her intentions.

Demonade's breathing paused for a fraction of a second. Is he coming on to me or just playing back? He was so hard to read. She decided to test the waters and gently ran the wax covered bottle top over her lower lip, "Perhaps a drink then?"

Vegeta really liked this game and Demonade. It had been far too long since he had been with a woman and he usually was the dominant in the bedroom, but if letting her take control would lead her to his bed then he would let her. He stepped closer to her, enough so that he could smell an unpleasant chemical odor in her hair and the faintest hint of strawberry underneath. He refrained from wrinkling his nose at the smell. Most woman across the galaxies used different styling chemicals in their hair. Most people can't smell it like he can. He leaned in closer and reached around her grabbing the small cups. He smirked when he noticed she closed her eyes and held her breath.

He straightens himself and showed her the cups he now held, arching one eye brow up. "Two cups?" he questioned.

She quickly released the breath she held and opened her eyes. He was smirking at her. Oh, he is definitely flirting back. She smiled back at him, "It is rude in some cultures to drink alone or offer a drink without sharing. I wouldn't want you to think I am poisoning you or something." She giggled nervously; it was hard to breathe with him so close. He remained close for a moment before stepping back and sitting on the couch.

"So serve the Saki, Woman!" Vegeta said boisterously as he unclipped his scouter from his side, setting it to DO NOT DISTURB.

Demonade smile broadened as she uncorked the bottle and poured some into the small cup and handed it to Vegeta. She paused, waiting for him to taste it, wondering if he would like Saki.

He brought the cup to his nose and inhaled the aroma. This was stronger than the wine that was served at supper. "You first!" he teased with a chuckle. She turned back to the table and poured the other cup but only a quarter of what she had poured for him. She turned and pouted at him, "Don't you trust me?"

In her little pout he caught a glimpse of her cleavage and he was fighting the urge to throw her on the couch and have his way with her, releasing weeks of pent up frustration. Demonade seemed to sense his internal struggle and decided to push her luck and sat next to him. He growled and pulled her closer with a smirk, "I trust no one."

She smirked back at him and downed the cup in a shot. Vegeta seemed pleased and drank his as well. "Do you like it?" Demonade asked.

Vegeta nodded, "It is acceptable."

She grinned, "Another?"

"Sure, why not?" Vegeta humored her. She got up and poured another set, again being sure to give herself less than him. Silently she handed the cup back. He drank it without hesitation this time.

"I assume you know the princess personally?" Vegeta asked.

Demonade paused. This was a surprising turn of events. Here she was sure he was trying to take her in the other room and he asks about the princess. "I do" she simply replied, refilling his cup.

"What is she like?" He asked, downing another cup. Why am I even bothering asking her this, Vegeta thought. Way to chase the woman out, ask her about another woman. Vegeta groaned at his embarrassment. But he wanted to know something about the woman who he was fighting for.

Demonade smiled as she poured him another. "Well, we have the same build if that interests you." She wasn't sure what he wanted to know. Was the princess as attractive? She wished he would be more specific. "I'm not really sure what to tell you unless you ask more specific questions. She is nice. She spends a lot of time in the research department inventing things. I guess you could say Princess Bulma is a bit eccentric."

Vegeta drank his cup down. "I mean, I am here fighting to win her hand in marriage so my father can gain a treaty with her father. I am to marry and bed a woman I have yet to lay eyes on. Oh, not to mention produce an heir to maintain this farce. What if I can't stand the wench?" Vegeta was beginning to slur his words.

Demonade's eyes widened. "You really should have read all of the rules. Once you win the competition you can court the princess and if both of you agree you can marry after one year. There is no stipulation about bedding her or producing an heir. Someone has misinformed you!" Demonade laughed. Poor guy, she thought. No wonder he was so stressed out.

"What!?" Vegeta shouted. Demonade went to the stack of papers and pulled out a page and handed it to him. He glanced over it and let out a sigh of relief.

"She is pretty, you know." Demonade soothed.

"Hnn" Vegeta said, handing the page back to her.

She poured him another drink and as she was handing it to him he laced his hand around her waist and held her at the small of her back. He looked up at her with hunger in his eyes. She decided to take control of the situation back and straddled his lap and coyly held the cup in front of his face. He grabbed it from her and drank it, tossing the empty cup on the floor. He ran his had up her back and pulled her in and kissed her. She was shocked for a moment but did not resist. Instead she pressed her luck again and opened her mouth to his, moaning slightly. Vegeta's chest seemed to vibrate as he growled deep. Demonade squirmed slightly as she felt his arousal against her. She pulled away from him and stood, leaving him slightly dazed.

"We shouldn't." She said sheepishly picking his cup up from the floor.

"Why not?" He slurred.

"You have a princess." She said as she poured him another cup keeping her back to him. This time slipping a light powder into it.

"I am not bound to the princess, not yet anyways." He reasoned with her.

She turned and faced him. She hated to do this to him but it was necessary. She only hoped that he would not realize it or if he did he would not hold this betrayal against her. She liked him, a lot. She returned to his lap and smiled, placing the cup to his lips. He smiled and drank it. She leaned over and sat the cup on the table. She turned her attention back to him and enjoying the way he made her feel, however temporary it was going to be. She kissed his jaw and his neck lightly. She smiled to herself; her light touches were having the desired effect on the prince. Her pulse quickened with the excitement. She had never been this close any prince and this one was particularly handsome. He came with warnings of a quick and draconian temper, so she decided she would handle him herself.

The end came too soon and he seemed to realize something was wrong. All of a sudden he pushed her off of him and stood, slightly hunched over. His eyes were wide and he blinked trying to straighten his vision.

"What have you done?!" He demanded. He reached for her but she easily avoided his grasp in his state. He fell to his knees and grabbed the cup off the table. He looked into it and saw the residue. He angrily looked at her, "Why?!" He fell to his side. The last thing he saw were her blue eyes pleading with him. He knew by that look she did not want to do what was done but her hands were forced.

Demonade waited for him to lay still for a few minutes to be sure the drug took effect. She had heard of the Saiyains increased metabolism and had tested the drug on Goku to be sure to get the right dosing. She wanted him out, not dead. Once she was sure she could move without him being a threat she walked over to the table and got her bag that hung from the chair. She smiled at herself. She knew he would never see it once his eyes locked on her. She placed her silver bracer on her left arm and indicated to the guards that the deed was done. She grabbed two other golden bracers with blue stones and placed one on each of Vegeta's wrists. She stood and opened the balcony doors.

Piccolo entered from the balcony and looked down at the prince as he lay on the floor. He picked him up. He turned to Demonade, "Are you sure the ki blockers will work? He will have too great an advantage if they fail."

Demonade nodded, "I tested them on Goku, they'll hold."

Piccolo exited through the balcony and headed off to the secret island for the tournament. Demonade gathered her remaining personal objects and the Saki cup Vegeta had dropped. She wanted to leave no evidence of the drug behind. To anyone who entered they would see the empty Saki bottle and the empty cup, assuming the prince was passed out in his bed. She used the skeleton key in her pocket to lock his bedroom door from the outside. She smoothed her hair and turned off the lights in the lounge. She checked the mini-computer in her bracer to verify the "princesses in training" had accomplished their missions as well. She opened the door to Vegeta's chambers. She smiled and winked at Nappa as she sauntered out of sight down the hall.

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