Chapter 7. The first signs of dominance
Vegeta landed on his back in the crater Akane had created with her Fatal Flare, the depression at least ten times bigger now that his attack had been released upon the site. His body was severely damaged but his spirits were high. He was very satisfied with his new attack. It had taken him years to perfect it, but the hard work finally paid off. The Death Impendent beam was the best he had developed yet.
Vegeta tried to reach out with his senses but couldn't, there wasn't an ounce of strength left in him to do so. Instead he lay there feeling marvellous, rough laughter ripping through his worn body. He didn't worry about the brats. If his calculations were correct he had still been at least two million points behind on Gotenks at the peak of his own power. It had tenfolded in that short moment though, so he wasn't complaining.
Soon the others came speeding over.
"I didn't know you were working on a new attack." Goku said as he kneeled at Vegeta's side and dropped a sensu bean in his waiting mouth.
Vegeta swallowed the bitter bean and was glad to feel some of his power returning. Still he had used up way too much of his strength to receive replenishment from one sensu.
"Blind me!" Turles yelled ecstatically. "That attack was monstrous! My Prince, that was absolutely sublime!"
Vegeta sat up and ignored his aching limbs. "What of the brats?"
"You knocked them straight out!" Goku sang happily. "Nothing a couple of sensu beans couldn't handle of course. They're fine, just a little sore."
Akane kneeled at Vegeta's other side marvelling at him. She put a hand to his chest. "They wouldn't come along to see if you were okay." She spoke in her innate hoarse voice. "Kept saying that you know. They sounded really scared."
Vegeta snickered. "Tell them I will let it slide this one time."
"Are you okay?" Akane then asked, her wondering eyes scanning his face deeply.
"I'm fine." Vegeta said and as if to prove this he picked himself up from the ground. He was feeling rather weak in the legs. "Give me another sensu bean, Kakarot."
"Sorry Vegeta, we're all out." Goku answered. "I'll transport you home. You should get into a recuperation-tank for a couple of hours."
"No need." Vegeta replied carelessly. "Just take me back."
"I'm coming too." Akane announced. "Kaito, Turles. Get back over to the princeling and his little friend. Have them teach you that fusion dance."
"Yes Captain." They saluted her and Vegeta before sauntering off across the crater.
Goku placed a hand on the shoulder of both Vegeta and Akane and instant transmitted them back to the Capsule Corp. They reappeared right on the doorstep of the CC compound.
"Need help?" Goku asked with a worried look on Vegeta.
"I'm fine." Vegeta repeated irritably. "Go back to the brats."
Goku shrugged. "Okay. Later! Bye Captain." He lifted a hand in greeting and vanished.
Akane cocked up a brow. "You shouldn't keep saying you are fine when you're obviously not. You put everything in that attack."
Vegeta opened his mouth to object when she roughly pulled his arm around her neck.
"Drop the bloody act." She broke him off with a snarl. "Prince." She continued only a tad less harsh. Her free arm slipped around his waist to support him and he allowed her to help him enter the house.
"I just need some rest." Vegeta retorted. "Captain."
A slight smile appeared on her battered face. "Fine. Where should I drop you?"
Vegeta motioned ahead. He would never admit it to her but he was glad for her support. He still felt unsteady on his legs and he was completely knackered. They headed for the living room where Akane sat him down on the couch not too gently.
"Should I get the main woman for you?" She demanded fiercely with her hands on her hips.
"Blood no." Vegeta sighed. He sank back and pulled his legs onto the couch so that he lay stretched out upon it. "I'm having enough of a headache as it is." He muttered as he closed his eyes and put a hand to his head.
Akane moved to sit with him and Vegeta opened his eyes to find her kneeling on the floor next to his head. Her hand extended to grip his upper arm with that innate roughness he felt so drawn to.
"You were bloody awesome. That attack? Sweet Mother of fuck, I have never seen anything like it before. It was simply perfect. Your power went off the chart."" Akane spoke with high esteem, hoarse and uncouth like they way she carried herself, those fierce scars in her face giving her that unpleasant expression.
Vegeta smirked lightly. "Indeed."
He examined her face in silence for a while. Her looks were still youthful, even more so than his own. It figured. She had been kept in hyper sleep for a good part of her life. Her striking eyes, a burning golden with tiny brown dots in them, glanced back at him calculating, narrowed and admitted, able to unnerve even him. Even in her battered state, even with those fierce scars, or perhaps because of those fierce scars, her beauty was stunning to him. He adored the contradiction of those battle scars marring a delicately shaped face with the high cheekbones and that lovely small mouth shaped like a rosebud. The way she kissed him with those lips was sensational. The mere thought of it made the heat inside him rise.
His eyes found the tear like mark beneath her left eye. His father's sigil. This little thing had been one of his concubines. His favourite she said. Vegeta could relate to that well. She certainly was a favourable little creature. He wondered if his father had been just as fascinated by her then as he was now. He gathered the King simply must have been.
Vegeta took in her unruly mass of jaw long dark hair of which he had discovered that though appearing stiff and untamed, it was soft like silk. He found those hard eyes once more. Fascinating indeed.
"You amazed me as well today." He eventually broke the silence. "The way you routed Kakarot. You have made allurement into an art."
"I merely avail myself of men's inability to exercise self-control." Akane replied with a haughty frown.
"You are a dangerous little thing." Vegeta touched the clean pink scar that ran across her temple, followed the length of it with his fingertips. He wondered where and how she received it. He moved on to the one at her little mouth, brushed his thumb down it until he reached those lips that seemed to ever pout in peevishness. "I am unable to fathom your intentions and I must say that I am not at all pleased with it." He took her busted chin in his hand hard and held her binding as he searched that gorgeous face.
She answered his probing stare unyielding. He couldn't read her. She gave him nothing. His grip on her face tightened more when she tried to look away. She scowled, but he refused to release her. "Why did you let me win? You could have easily vanquished me with one of the techniques you used on Kakarot. Are you playing games with me?"
Now it was her turn to rake his face with her hard eyes."Games?" She repeated. Her expression softened just a bit when she resumed: "Quite the opposite actually. I need your craving for me to be sincere, not conjured by my techniques. That would not satisfy me. Games I play with Kakarot. I don't care where his lust comes from, as long as it is there."
Vegeta didn't know what to think of her answer. Hearing her voice the need she had for him was pleasing but overshadowed by the fact that she just admitted she wanted the idiot lusting after her. It infuriated him. "Do you really need another pleasure slave?" He asked brusquely, unable to help himself from squeezing that busted jaw captured between his fingers, hurting her though she refused to give any indication of this. "You have two already."
Her smile was provocative. "I like to vary my intake. It is my right as a Captain to have pets. Kaito and Turles tend to bore me sometimes."
"You have me now. That should suffice." Vegeta spoke dead calm.
Akane laughed her rough laugh. "You are blinding, I agree. And you give me much pleasure." She trailed her fingers lightly down the wrist of the hand that was still holding her face. "I have absolutely no power over you however. The third-class I can master. He is my inferior."
Vegeta stared at that marred face captured between his fingers. She had no idea how much power she truly had over him. He shook his head lightly. "Kakarot does not follow Saiyajin law. He will not accept you as his superior. He lives by Earth's rules. Furthermore he has a mate and this society is a monogamous one."
"I see." She thought about this for a moment. "Notwithstanding he probably hasn't mated her in full. That would be a very un-Earthly act. Too much blood and everything. There is nothing keeping me from doing exactly what I want. Does she even bear his mark?"
"He might have marked her instinctively." Vegeta snorted. "I wouldn't know. I obviously don't care what the idiot does and I certainly have no urge to be looking for marks on his woman."
Akane threw him a roguish smile. "Have you ever fucked him?"
Vegeta looked at her disgusted. "Royalty does not engage in such barbarous acts. I am the Prince not some savage from the tribes. I do not fuck men."
She shrugged. "I know. I just thought you might have been tempted, seeing as how you were presumably the only Saiyajins left. I can imagine how deadening it must be to bang weaklings such as these Earthlings. With Kakarot at least you could have gone all out."
"Well I was not tempted." Vegeta growled. "I am repulsed that you would even suggest such a thing. You have been hanging around those low born bastards too long, Captain."
Akane chuckled. "Very true. I apologize. Forgive me, Prince."
"You have no manners." Vegeta snarled. "I ought to castigate you."
"I am sure you will." Akane simply stated the fact. "Later."
Vegeta grinned internally. The little Captain was beginning to learn her place well.
"That blasted Kakarot really got me good back there. My ruddy insides are crushed." Akane broke the silence after a moment. She rubbed her stomach with a fierce snarl. "I will make him pay for that."
Vegeta contained his anger. He was done with the whole Kakarot subject. His face was unimpaired. "You're planning to fuck him then?"
Akane seemed thrown off balance, seemingly wanting to ask what bloody business this was of him, but she regained herself with remarkable swiftness and purred: "I rather fuck you."
Vegeta was pleased to hear that. There was no strength in him to keep up with her demanding pace now though. He wasn't able to grant her request. It was a pity really but she just had to wait. He would be going down on her with all he had again soon enough. Finally he let go of her face and put his hand over his eyes instead. He let out a weary sigh. "As much as I would love to oblige, I honestly do not have the energy to quench your fire right now."
She pulled his hand from his face and leaned in, her pale golden eyes full of lust. "Then allow me to quench yours."
A shiver ran through him as her gloved hand crept down his stomach. His body, no matter how worn out, reacted to her touch instantly. His cock already expanded to the hilt when her hand reached it.
"This seems to be working just fine." Akane teased as she rubbed him firmly through his spandex kecks. She moved onto the couch with him and pressed her lovely little body against him. A sigh fell from him when her hand crept into his kecks and stroked the length of his cock. Slowly, teasingly. "It might need a more thorough inspection though." She continued playfully. "Let me have a closer look."
Vegeta's hand shot out to seize her by her jaw again when she tried to move down on him. He glared up at her forbidding. "I am not your bloody pet."
She just smiled that sneering smile, unmoved by his harshness. Then she edged in forcefully to kiss his lips. He lacked the physical strength to keep her from doing so. She moved back up to give him another one of her devilish smirks. "You are my Prince." She took his wrist and pulled his hand away from her face decisively.
Vegeta's mental resistance gave way as well at the hungry look in her eyes and he allowed her to ease up his shirt to reveal his abdomen. She dipped her head, her tongue darting out to lick his skin. Then she sank her teeth down his flesh with just enough restraint to not break through his skin, giving his lust another boost. Her hot mouth left a wet trace as she slid down, her tongue, teeth and lips roving his skin tantalizing. He vaguely realised that they were still in the living room where someone could very easily walk in on them. He couldn't give a fuck, he was about to explode with desire. His cock, agonisingly hard, remained bereft of her essential attention as the little red thing tormented him fervently.
Just as Vegeta felt he could take no more she tugged his kecks down to release him and took his cock in her hot mouth. A sharp gasp was ripped from his throat. He brushed her wild hair aside to behold the fascinating view of the hungry little Captain working him skilfully, her tongue teasing the tip of him in a lazy rotating motion. She licked down the length of his shaft and back up before drawing him into her mouth again. He shut his eyes, succumbing to the building sensation within him. She drove him fucking mad.
Unstoppable grunts fell from his parted lips and he gripped her hair as the motion of her mouth quickened. She sucked him off so good that it made him feel helpless beneath her and she put tireless effort into pleasing him, evidently enjoying every second of it. He simply loved how greedy she was. His muscles tensed as he neared his peak and he curved up flexed into extremity as she yanked him over the edge. He tossed his head back with a deep grunt when she let him come hard in her mouth, moving it over his cock a few times more with a throaty sound of satisfaction and sucking the seed from him as if she would starve without it. Then she let him go. She sat up and swallowed his seed, smirking down on him triumphantly.
Vegeta grinned lightly in turn, too drained to do more. She moved over him and kissed him passionately, her small rough hands holding his face. He reached out to pull her down on top of him, the deplorable state of his trashed body all but forgotten in his lust for this fierce little thing.
The little Captain broke away from him. "Rest up." She whispered against his lips. Then she straightened out his kecks for him and climbed off of him, remaining in front of the couch to stretch her supple body dynamically. "I'll send down one of the servants for your tending."
Vegeta ignored her words. There was only one thing on his mind right now. "Where are you going?" He demanded.
She smirked down on him widely. "You have awoken my appetite. I must see to my own needs now."
It was as he expected. She was going to see Kakarot. He forced himself up on his elbow with a fierce growl. "I forbid it."
"You forbid me to eat chicken?" She asked with a frown. "I think you might have a concussion there. Best to get some sleep, Prince." She spun on her heel and started out of the living room.
"That is really cute, minx. I mean it. I do not permit it." Vegeta spoke after her sharply.
She glanced back at him over her shoulder. "As you wish, Prince. I will be awaiting my castigation." Then she strolled out.
Vegeta closed his eyes with a snicker. "Bloody tease."
