Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.
A/N: Finally overcame this writing block. I'm terribly sorry for the absence – life, marriage and becoming a first-time mom happened. I'm back though. I refuse to let this story wither and die without a proper ending. This was supposed to be the last chapter but that is no longer the case. It may take another chapter or two to completely finish this fic. :)
Warnings: Lemon & language.
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Chapter 10 – Kiss & Make Up.
Aisha stared at Vegeta with eyes wide and mouth gaped. He simply stared back, unable to speak as he fought back tears of anger. Mental images of her laying with another man were tearing him apart inside but he refused to show it. He swallowed and cleared his throat, attempting to numb the burning lump that was forming. It only worked temporarily. Vegeta wished he could rip his heart out; death would be a welcomed state if it meant ceasing these damned feelings. He wanted to be furious at her, telling her how he never wanted to see her again and leaving her to cry in solitude. Instead, revived emotions rendered him angry and speechless. There was an awkward silence between them until Aisha spoke up.
"Nothing happened." she said, looking at her feet. She couldn't face him and relive that memory simultaneously. "I killed him before he could...go further."
Aisha felt a sudden heat in her face and knew she was blushing. Raj's scent faintly filled her nostrils triggering multiple rough phantom touches. Aisha closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to break free of the unwanted sexual haunting. Vegeta quickly noticed her flushed expression and clenched his jaw. They may not have had sex, but whatever Raj did to her before being blasted left a lasting effect.
That much was certainly clear.
"Oh, nothing happened? Then enlighten me, Aisha. What in the hell managed to elicit such a passionate response from you?" he spat. Aisha tried to answer but words wouldn't come out, making her face grow warmer.
"Tch, that's what I thought. Your face tells me more than words could even attempt to clarify."
"Vegeta...please. Don't crucify me for my body's reaction. I'm telling you the truth. All he did was touch me."
Vegeta couldn't ignore the nagging in his gut; it gave him the sense that maybe she wasn't fibbing. Or was this coming from his wounded heart wanting desperately to believe her? He paused, ceasing his thoughts and slowing his breathing, fixing his concentration on the overwhelming sensation. No, this feeling was definitely coming from his gut and it calmed him. Vegeta dropped his defenses slightly and took a deep breath, stiffening at the jolt of pain that shot from his ribs. He stared deep into Aisha's eyes, searching for further evidence of her sincerity. For a brief moment, Vegeta swore he saw a glimmer of assurance but it was quickly interrupted by his legs giving out.
His entire body ached from his earlier punishment. If Vegeta didn't surround himself with some synthetic Saiyan DNA soon, he'd be left vulnerable to sneak attacks from Pretty Boy and Bubblegum Guts. Aisha rushed to his side and was quite surprised when instead of pushing her away, he accepted her assistance. She provided her body as a crutch to help Vegeta regain his balance.
"Come on, you need a rejuvenation tank."
"No, you go ahead and have Malaka ready one for me. I can get there myself." Vegeta groaned.
"This is not the time for your pride, Vegeta! You need t-"
"It's not about that! There are guards everywhere on this base, Aisha. You can't risk being seen with me, especially by Zarbon or Dodoria."
Aisha sighed. "Let me worry about them. I can handle those two."
Vegeta furrowed his brow, anger and frustration beginning to rise at Aisha's stubbornness.
"And what about Frieza, huh? Can you handle him as well? You're strong, but you're still far from his level. Don't think for even a second that just because you have a title you're exempt from his wrath, Aisha. You still have pure Saiyan blood coursing through your body. The moment you give Frieza any reason to feel threatened, he will do to you what he did to your parents."
Aisha was left speechless by the intensity of Vegeta's words. Although she had never forgotten her ultimate goal of avenging her parents, she had to admit becoming too comfortable with her title as Super Elite. The power and respect that came with it went straight to her head. Aisha sighed and retracted her attitude. Vegeta saw her defeated expression and softened up a bit.
"Go. We'll finish this later."
Aisha didn't protest this time; she simply nodded her head and took off toward the Med Room.
ooo – – – ooo
Aisha sat against a wall and watched as translucent blue liquid slowly devoured Vegeta, spilling in from the floor of the glass tank that contained him. As it neared the top, Vegeta seemed to relax a bit. Aisha briefly remembered being surrounded by that same warmth as a child, and this caused her to wonder if his relaxed state was a result of it. Or perhaps he could feel the healing elements penetrating his now open pores. She recalled the tingly feeling quite well. It wasn't long before Aisha's mind began to drift elsewhere, making everything around her blur. Vegeta's earlier words resonated within her head and she slowly realized how much of a fool she had been. She brought her knees to her chest and buried her face into the folded arms that lay across them. Aisha released a sigh upon feeling both embarrassed and frustrated.
"He's going to be okay, y'know." said a familiar voice. Aisha looked up and saw Malaka standing in front of her with a warm smile. She'd been so out of it earlier that she hadn't seen nor heard him walk over to her.
"Vegeta is the strongest warrior I've come to know in all my time working here, and that's saying a lot since I've been here a number of years." he said with a light chuckle. Aisha rested her chin on top of her hands, taking her eyes away from Malaka's and fixing them into a brief stare; it was at nothing in particular mind you, just a simple reaction to a few passing thoughts. Aisha blinked herself back to the present and shifted her gaze over to Vegeta. Malaka looked over as well.
"He's as strong as he is stubborn. Refuses to let anyone or anything stop him from getting what he wants, which resulted in numerous visits here. Even life-threatening injuries wouldn't stop this guy. Not for long anyway."
Aisha smiled knowing that everything Malaka said was true. The moment was short-lived however when she picked up on something else.
"Malaka, you said numerous visits. Were these visits as a child?"
"No, he rarely needed a tank as a child. Kept a bodyguard to make sure he never got himself into too much trouble. As I understand it, King Vegeta appointed a bodyguard immediately following the Prince's birth. Perhaps about a year or so ago he was killed in battle, leaving Vegeta to truly fend for himself. That's when I began to see him a bit more frequently."
Aisha couldn't believe what she was hearing. If this was indeed true, then it meant that Vegeta had actually returned multiple times prior to their initial reunion!
But...how did she not know? Surely they would've run into each other at some point. Aisha pinched the bridge of her nose in an attempt to stop her impending headache.
"You should go rest, Aisha." said Malaka in a concerned tone. "Tell you what, bring me your scouter. That way the higher-ups won't disturb you. Don't worry – I'll just inform them that I'm making some repairs." he winked. Aisha nodded with a smile and carefully went back to her room to fetch the scouter. Upon returning to Malaka, she was informed that should Vegeta be ready before she woke up, he would be told of her whereabouts. Aisha thanked Malaka and retreated to bed.
Even though she'd just had a three hour ride in stasis, it really didn't replenish her energy. It's only purpose was to place warriors into coma-like states while traveling to distant planets in order to reduce anxiety and irritability; it also halted their bodily functions, ensuring faster land times by eliminating bathroom stops. As she sprawled out on top of the uncomfortable mattress, Aisha wondered for a second if she'd abused the stasis mechanism. She quickly dismissed this idea with a roll of her eyes. One deep breath later, she was fast asleep.
About an hour passed before Vegeta was fully healed. As promised, Malaka told him that Aisha went to her room to rest.
"I'm unsure of how long she planned on sleeping. She didn't say." he said while resetting the tank. He looked up at Vegeta. "Are you going to see her?"
"I don't know." Vegeta replied, tugging on his gloves. As he grabbed his body armor he noticed Aisha's scouter lying on a table. Perhaps she left it behind accidentally. He then took a second, more focused look and noticed that the lens had been screwed off along with the back panel. "Malaka, what's wrong with that scouter?"
Malaka grinned. "Oh, nothing much. Just needed some...repairs."
Vegeta was clearly puzzled and his face showed every bit of it. Malaka couldn't help but chuckle to himself seeing the Prince's confused expression. It wasn't often to see such a thing. Once Malaka finished wiping down the tank's inside seat he walked over to Vegeta and the scouter.
"Before Aisha took her rest, I told her to leave her scouter with me." he explained in a low voice. "That way she wouldn't have to worry about being disturbed or tracked. I'll need to give it back very soon, lest they get suspicious. But I figured this would be a reasonable amount of time."
Vegeta nodded and gave mental kudos to Malaka.
"Don't worry about dropping it off to her. I'm still tinkering with it." he stated in his normal speaking voice. "By the time she leaves for another mission, it'll be ready."
Malaka shooed Vegeta away, nodding his head sideways in the direction of the scouter. Vegeta smirked, realizing that this had been planned to include him in reaping the benefit of undisturbed time. He quickly exited the Med Room and headed toward the stairs that reached the upper level.
Malaka was left grinning as the heavy doors closed automatically.
Go get her, Prince Vegeta.
ooo – – – ooo
Aisha stretched and yawned loudly upon her awakening. She still felt a tad bit tired, but she assumed it was to be expected after waking up from sleep that her body so desperately needed. She honestly hadn't realized how deprived she was of adequate rest. She exhaled and rolled over on her stomach lazily, running a hand through her thick hair. Her face went serious when she remembered the weird dream she had. It wasn't from first person view like most of her dreams had been; she watched everything happen from a different set of eyes.
If I recall, I was kneeling next to Vegeta, she thought. I was shaking him but he wouldn't respond to me. And...I was crying. Frieza said something but I didn't hear it, and now that I really think about it I didn't hear anything I said either. I yelled something and Frieza simply shrugged his shoulders, telling me something in response. Aisha rubbed her temples as she tried to remember more. The only remaining detail her brain could expel involved her yelling hysterically followed by a blinding flash of golden light.
Golden light, she thought. What was that? And who did it come from?
Her thoughts were interrupted by knocking on her door. She sat up and wondered if it were Zarbon or Dodoria, silently debating whether or not she should answer. Aisha decided to lay back down and wait; if it were truly one of them, they wouldn't be patient for much longer. Every room had an override system that was activated by a code. If Zarbon and Dodoria wanted you badly enough, they'd simply just snatch you.
Another knock...
Aisha narrowed her eyes because by this point they would've barged in. It baffled her.
Another knock...
"Aisha! If you're awake, open the door!"
Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she ran to the door, placing her hand over the sensor to slide it open. Vegeta had started losing his own patience and his irritation was etched all over his face. He crossed his arms when he saw Aisha.
"Come with me."
"Where?"
"To my room. It's not that far." Aisha looked at Vegeta with one eyebrow raised causing his left eye to twitch.
"If you think we're going to have this conversation in your room, you're sadly mistaken. If they come looking for you, their first stop is here. Now come on!"
"Okay, okay."
Vegeta slowly exhaled, allowing his earlier frustration to leave along with his breath. He uncrossed his arms and turned slightly left.
"This way."
Aisha placed her hand over the touch-sensitive panel to shut her bedroom door. It sealed with a soft thud and she began to follow Vegeta. He led her down the dim hallway for about twenty paces then made a right turn. There was a lone staircase she'd never seen before. Then again, she'd never been to this area of the base.
Vegeta quickly ascended the worn and dusty stairs with Aisha in tow. A few sprinkles of the allergy-flaring powder found her nostrils, tickling her tiny nose hairs. She managed to stifle her eventual sneeze though it resulted in a short burning sensation in her chest.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Aisha's eyes went wide. The halls in this portion of the base were in terrible condition. The lights mounted on the ceiling were half lit; some were flickering and emitting an audible buzz. As they walked further, rooms started coming into view. They had clearly been abandoned for a long time; debris covered sections of the floor, the door panels were mangled, and there were multiple piles of beige paint chips scattered around.
This can't be where he sleeps, Aisha thought.
She began drifting so deep into her own mind that she walked right into Vegeta's back. She took a few steps back and watched him place a hand over the door sensor. Surprisingly, it slid open allowing a small wisp of cold air to fly past their faces. It felt refreshing.
Vegeta turned to face Aisha, motioning for her to enter.
"In."
Aisha cautiously entered the black room, blinking rapidly in an attempt to get her eyes to adjust. She brought a hand up to her face to rub the residual stars away, pausing when her ears picked up soft footsteps behind her. Vegeta pushed a code into the inner door panel causing a hiss to escape the hinge. A green light flashed twice, prompting squeaky gears to pull the bedroom door until it sealed with a thud.
Silence filled the room as both Saiyans wrestled their inner demons, fishing through waves of intense emotions searching for words to say. The stillness was both deafening and agonizing. Aisha clenched her fists as she struggled to soothe her upset stomach and racing heart with a series of deep breaths.
Why was she so afraid? She had nothing to worry about – Vegeta would never intentionally harm her.
Shutting her eyes to concentrate on ceasing her hands' involuntary trembling, she took a few more deep breaths.
"Aisha..."
She clenched her eyelids as tight as they'd go, getting so lost in her fear that she failed to notice the trail of blood her fingernails had accidentally opened. It wasn't overlooked by Vegeta however as his keen nose picked up the faint scent. He sensed her panic and it almost derailed his own train of thought.
"Calm down."
"I'm trying to."
"What has you frightened?"
"...you."
Vegeta's eyes widened in both shock and horror. What had he done to scare her to such a degree?
"Aisha, you do know I wouldn't... hurt you."
She remained silent for a moment, allowing Vegeta's statement to sink into the innermost portion of her psyche. Yes, she knew. She had childhood memories of him protecting her, sacrificing his body to be Frieza's punching bag out of loyalty. There was no doubt anywhere that Vegeta cared for her. So why was she so afraid?
Then it hit her like a bolt of lightening. And when it struck, she couldn't stop the onslaught of tears. Attempting to speak at this point increased her chances of hyperventilating but she needed to get it out. Her voice barely reached above a whisper on her first try.
"Speak up." Vegeta said gruffly.
"I'm.. I'm afraid of you leaving me again."
The anguish in Aisha's voice was enough to make Vegeta turn completely around, facing her back in the darkness. He swore he felt a quick stinging sensation in his chest, wondering if it was guilt trying to break free. He spewed venom at her earlier and it looked like those words had spread into a deadly pool of depression and anxiety. He exhaled slowly, choosing his next words carefully.
"Aisha, I'm not leaving you. I've waited too long to see you again. Why would I purposely mess this up?"
He walked over to her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her body from behind. Resting his chin on her head, he inhaled the sweet aroma of her wild Saiyan mane. Her entire being had the same intoxicating smell he remembered from their childhood. It soothed him.
Aisha felt Vegeta's warmth and gave her body permission to melt into his. Tension faded quickly as she relaxed, absorbing Vegeta's essence and welcoming the tingle that rushed through her nervous system.
She missed his touch – she missed him.
"I was so lost without you, Vegeta."
He tightened his grip on her, confirming that he understood as he had gone through his own personal hell without her. He lost count of how many nights his skin longed for her touch. Try as he might, even after having multiple different species of women during his pillage missions, he couldn't replicate the feeling of satisfaction and contentment Aisha had given him. Not even close.
"I don't want to lose you." Aisha whispered as she turned to face him. The thought alone caused her eyes to water though no tears fell. Vegeta always felt uncomfortable around her when she cried, as being a brutal soldier of noble Saiyan blood left no need to learn tenderness and compassion.
"As long as Frieza lives, I cannot make any promises. But I will try my damnedest to make sure that doesn't happen again."
Vegeta removed the glove from his right hand and caressed Aisha's cheek, attempting to recreate the same serene moment when he calmed her as a boy. Aisha placed her hand over his, pressing it onto her face a little harder. She nuzzled his touch and sighed; it felt rough and callused, evidence of his numerous missions and training sessions.
Vegeta gazed upon her face, being filled with a desire to have her as he had longed to for so long. Gripping Aisha's chin, he tilted her head up to meet his eyes and hungrily mashed his lips onto hers, anxious to indulge in their taste. His tongue rolled and teased, inviting Aisha to play along. Though caught by complete surprise, she obliged and wrestled with the wet intruder that slid between her teeth. She wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck, prompting his arms to grab her waist and pull her closer sealing their embrace. Passion oozed from their pores as they both allowed themselves to release all inhibitions and give in to carnal pleasure. Vegeta's tail hairs became erratic, scattering in different directions as it swayed to and fro. Aisha's tail also became reckless, a sign that her lust was growing fast.
Suddenly, she pulled herself away and took in a few deep breaths before explaining her actions to a visibly confused Vegeta.
"Wait, I need to say this. I'm.. I'm sorry for what happened with Raj. It honestly wasn't supposed to happen that way. Things got out of control and I demonstrated poor restraint."
"Well, I appreciate the apology. I guess I can't blame you though."
"Still, I should-"
"Enough. It's done and there's nothing we can do to change it. Besides, I actually ended up learning something about you."
Aisha raised a puzzled eyebrow, wondering what kind of info he could possibly gain from such an embarrassing moment. Out of nowhere, Vegeta flashed an evil yet seductive smirk while sliding his fingers through Aisha's hair. He grabbed a tight fistful and yanked her head back, exposing her neck and collarbone. In a low, raspy voice he spoke into her ear.
"You like your men... rough."
Aisha's face went red as she felt Vegeta's tongue trace an 'x' on her neck. It was warm and moist, but quickly chilled by the air in the room as it began to evaporate.
What is he do-
"MMPH!" Aisha moaned, her fingers involuntarily digging into Vegeta's shoulders, clenching from a jolt of sharp pain. She didn't need to open her eyes to know that blood was drawn; it hit her nose like a fist. Vegeta chuckled as he pulled away from the wound, slowly bringing his lips back to her ear.
"Mmm, your arousal smells delicious. I wonder... can I make it stronger?"
Still gripping Aisha's hair, Vegeta swept a leg behind hers causing her to purposely lose balance and fall backward. In a flash too fast to be seen with untrained eyes, he spun her around and grabbed the back of her armor. Aisha blinked in pure confusion then felt a strong tug, resulting in the armor being ripped over her head. Vegeta tossed it to his left into a corner while simultaneously placing his right arm around her neck and pinning her back against his body. He chuckled again and sniffed the air.
"Only a slight rise. Hmm, let's see what this does."
Aisha struggled against Vegeta's surprising strength, attempting to remove his arm from her throat. She briefly paused when her breast was fondled with an immense pressure. Face growing hot, Aisha began to squirm in Vegeta's vice grip. A meek moan escaped her lips as her nipples were pulled and pinched.
Mmm... his touch is driving me insane! I need more, she thought.
Spreading her legs apart she bit her lip, mentally bracing herself for the explosion she knew would follow. But Vegeta was no fool – he instantly figured out that she was giving in.
Unacceptable, he thought. You're going to earn this, Aisha. And you're going to beg.
He removed his hand from Aisha's chest and smirked when he heard the disappointed groan. Her arousal dipped a little bit, but it didn't concern him. Vegeta was fully confident in his abilities; he'd get her to overflow with it. It'd just take a lot of teasing.
He placed his hand on Aisha's stomach and slowly inched it downward. Just as expected her scent increased; she wanted his touch badly. Vegeta's tail wriggled in excitement. He released his arm and wrestled Aisha onto her knees, head flat on the floor with his hand holding it down to ensure she couldn't move it, and tail raised in the air. He placed his groin on her backside, wanting her to cringe in desire. It worked, but it also brought an unforeseen consequence. Paired with arousal was another aroma – one just as strong and intoxicating.
It swirled inside Vegeta's nostrils causing his own arousal to rise. Aisha was becoming drenched and the sweet essence of her juices threatened to taunt him into submission. He eased his pressure on Aisha, placing a bit of space between them until he could regain control of his body.
Fuck, he angrily thought. Her smell is almost overpowering.
He had to keep going though. This was a moment he had desired for so long and he refused to let this deter him from experiencing it. Against his better judgment he slid a finger along her heat, feeling definite moisture through her thin bodysuit. This caused Aisha to wiggle as a delightful shock shot across her nether regions. A squeal slipped past her lips at the same time, mumbling something about her legs. Vegeta looked and saw two small trails of liquid trickle down her thigh; Aisha was literally dripping in anticipation.
That did it.
Vegeta growled in a lust-filled haze and flipped Aisha onto her back. He ripped open her bodysuit just as Raj had done, deeply inhaling the potent smell of arousal and excitement radiating from between her legs. It sent ripples throughout his entire body that caused goosebumps to appear. He tore an opening to release his growing constriction then leaned over Aisha.
She met his eyes with yearning and desire, placing a finger between her teeth in a seductive manner. Vegeta smiled and lowered himself just centimeters away from her entrance, wanting to see the torture on her face. Aisha frowned, knowing this was a game.
"Looks like I succeeded – your arousal is much higher now, just about at its peak. In fact it appears as though you want to feel me."
Aisha nodded furiously; Vegeta laughed.
"Beg."
There's his game, she thought.
"Please?" she asked, coyly.
"Tch, you can do better than that." Vegeta prodded her as motivation obtaining a moan in response.
"Mmm, pleeeaasseeee?" Aisha caressed Vegeta's jaw and traced a finger along his chest.
Vegeta smiled pleasingly, prodding a bit further. She was so warm. He leaned in close to her face, enabling Aisha to wrap her arms around his neck in a sensual embrace.
"Good, but I'm not convinced you really want it yet." Vegeta smirked. Aisha pulled Vegeta's ear close to her mouth and spoke low.
"I've wanted this longer than you can begin to imagine. So many fantasies, mentally watching you thrust my body into an explosion of pleasure. My fingers have known me many a night, drowning in place of you. I'm certain you feel my heat. Fuck me, please."
There it was. He just needed one more ego stroke.
"Please what?"
"Prince Vegeta."
He growled. "Good girl."
Aisha arched her back as Vegeta fulfilled her request, taking in the myriad of aromas emanating from her body. He had a lot of making up to do and he planned on doing just that.
ooo – End – ooo