Chapter 11. Saiyajin pride
Vegeta opened the door to the little Captain's room and stepped in. She was lying naked on the sheets of the bed with her back facing the door. A freaking goddess.
The bandages were removed from her head but her hair was still drawn up in a messy knot so that the stitches were exposed. The small shaved patch on the back of her head was already stubbly, her hair would probably be back full length within a few days.
Vegeta reached out with his ki. Her power seemed restored. She was all well. That was good to see. He had been so worried about her that it prompted him to guard over her for the bigger part of the previous night. Only when the third-class had been up and about again after their own surgery did he leave. He had to of course. It was none of their business how worried he was. And they would warn him if something went wrong with the little Captain. There had been no need for him to stay longer even if he wanted to.
It didn't matter anymore at any rate. She was out of the hospital-ward and up to strength again. He needn't worry about her any longer.
The little Captain refused to acknowledge his presence in the room. She just remained with her back turned towards him. Vegeta made his way over to the bed wordlessly and his eyes found the burn-marks on her skin. He had not been presented with a chance to look at them yet. The burns were beginning to heal and it looked rather nice on her skin: the four imprints of his fingertips on the left side of her lower back and his thumbprint up front near her hipbone. He felt proud to see her bear his mark.
"How is your head?"
She finally turned to face him with that permanent frown, careless, deadly, beautiful. She sat up on the bed, her hard eyes finding his. "It smarts." She spoke gruffly.
Vegeta rubbed his chin thoughtfully. She was evidently still brassed off about becoming his concubine. What was he to do with her? Should he tell her how worried he had been about her when she was ill? Would that help? Would she even care? At least she was looking at him again. That was a start.
The little Captain scooted further onto the bed across him and drew her legs up, widening them to his view. She leaned back on her hands indifferently and spoke in her hoarse voice: "Spare me the idle talk. I know why you are here. Just shut up and fuck me already."
Vegeta stared down on her in disbelief. There wasn't as much as a hint of want in her entire being. Why was she doing this? "If this is an attempt to turn me off, you are doing an excellent job." Still, his eyes couldn't quite be averted from that incinerating patch of curls between her thighs, nor from sinking further to the soft pink folds of her sex below it. His throat was dry as a desert by the time his stare met hers again.
The little thing beheld him with a stone-cold glance. "What?" She taunted. "This is what you wanted, right?"
She had no idea what he wanted. This wasn't it obviously. If she hadn't been a bloody goddess he would have really been turned off right now. He wasn't. She was way too captivating for that. Curse her.
"I wanted you to stop banging your men, not turn you into a supine slit." Vegeta refuted put off.
An unpleasant grin touched her lovely face. "You expect me to be happy about my new position as your concubine? Do you even realise what you have done to me? I am lower than a third-class now. Less than that Earthling fuckhole of yours. I am to bow to this worthless weakling, this abomination. You made me a disgrace."
Vegeta eased up. So she didn't reject him after all. She rejected her presumed position. "That's what this is about? Vegetasei's hierarchy does not apply here. I told you before. You really think I would place you beneath the woman? She doesn't even know."
The little Captain was clearly put at ease by these words, proving him right. She wasn't sad about becoming his concubine. This was all about status. Even so she retorted viciously: "I am your dirty secret now? A fucking chamber whore? As your concubine I have rights to your bed and the acknowledgement of your main woman."
Vegeta let out a weary sigh. "Now you're just being obstinate."
She drew her nose up in the air and refused to look at him again. "Fine. I'm done talking. Are you going to fuck me or not?"
She seriously had to stop doing that. It was not appealing in any way. Alright, maybe in some way, but he didn't want to fuck her if she acted this apathic. He needed her to yearn for it. "You are not receptive." Vegeta retorted disdainfully.
"Is that a problem?" She snarled. "You don't want to fuck me?"
Vegeta restrained his rising anger. She just recovered from surgery. He couldn't kick her through the room now. He wanted to nevertheless. She was getting on his nerves. "As a matter of fact I don't. I abhor your disposition. As long as you are in this state I refuse to lay a finger on you."
"Then I'll just turn to my men." Was Akane's remark.
Vegeta gave her a smug smile. "They won't take you now that you bear my mark. I am all you have left, Captain."
The smirk creeping onto her lovely face was just as smug. "Then I'll go to Kakarot. He does not live by Saiyajin law as you so carefully pointed out."
Vegeta clenched his fists at his side and ground his teeth. That infuriating little cunt! Unable to stop himself he charged at her furiously and grabbed hold of her throat to yank her up to eye level. The soft mattress slumped beneath his boots. The little Captain's tiny feet didn't come close to touching the bed as she dangled in his grip. He was about to crash her into the wall when he remembered the stitches in the back of her head. Instead he squeezed her throat, making it perfectly clear that he could crush her windpipe without effort.
"I will kill you if you go to him." His voice was dead calm.
She answered his threatening stare with clouded eyes. Seriously? Now, when he was this close to actually killing her, she wanted him? He could smell her arousal. Blood, had he missed that scent. She craved him alright. Curse her! Her hands darted to grasp his hair hard and she struggled to bring her face closer to his with a longing moan. He didn't allow her, but kept staring into those desperate eyes. She was at the absolute vertex of her excitement. Was she insane?
"I think they might have destroyed some essential links in your brain during your surgery, tosspot." He said, half incredulous, half amused.
She gave a venomous snarl in reply, ever trying to get nearer to him.
Vegeta wasn't going to give in to her, even if he was about to literally burst out of his kecks and that was saying a lot considering it was spandex. For once in his life he actually cursed his Saiyajin instincts. And hers for that matter. He wouldn't. He was going to let her starve here in this room tonight. And the night after that and the one after that. Whatever it took to make her pay. She wanted to play games with him? He was better at that.
"You're going to beg now?" He taunted with a haughty smirk.
As he had foreseen her hands fell away from his hair instantly. "Never."
"Well fuck you then. You will be getting none of that until you learned how to beg for it." Vegeta let go of her abruptly and she hit the bed in a whimpering heap. He jumped off the bed with a sadistic little laugh.
"You can't leave me like this!" She called after him savagely.
"Watch me." Vegeta opened the bedroom door and said: "Come see me when you are ready to beg." before slamming the door shut behind him and leaving the little Captain behind unfulfilled.
From the hall he could hear her livid cry of frustration and he laughed feeling very satisfied with himself. He cupped his swollen cock with his hand and the smirk slipped from his face as he emitted his own growl of frustration. Okay, that was a bit of a problem. Where could he turn to in the mean time? Fucking the woman surely wasn't going to take care of this one. He was about to explode. He would kill her if he went down on her now. Did he care? Yes, he still needed her to take care of the brats and to fix his training-equipment. He didn't want to fuck her anyway. It was a dreary activity.
Vegeta froze in his tracks seriously considering to turn back and fuck the life out of his little concubine. There was certainly nothing dull about the little Captain. Before even being aware of the fact he found himself outside her room again, his hand still clutched to his throbbing pride.
He could hear her cachinnate maniacally through the wood of the door and he cracked up as well. This was simply too much.
"I knew you would come back!" She hollered through the door, her hoarse voice dripping with self-satisfaction. "Come in, lush."
Vegeta's head snapped up. Did she just call him lush? Had she finally given up on formality and yielded to a more familiar approach? That was a noteworthy development.
"I don't think I heard you beg for it properly yet." Vegeta called back.
A rough laugh. "You know that is not going to happen. Just open the bleeding door."
Vegeta threw another bitter glance on the unrelenting stonker in his cupped hand. He put his fist to the door above his head and rested his forehead against it as well with a suffering sigh. This was torture alright.
"Just do it, Akane." He demanded fiercely.
It was only after he heard her fall off the bed in shock that he realised he just called her by her name for the first time. Good Mother, they were growing familiar indeed.
"Curse my blood." He heard her swear as she scrambled up from the floor. He sensed her moving until she was standing right in front of him, that bloody door the only thing in between them. "Vegeta, open the door."
Should he? The way she uttered his name with her typical harsh intonation made him itch. He longed to see her, see his name fall from those pouting lips.
"You know I cannot do that." He spoke in a subdued voice.
The silence on the other side proclaimed that she knew and that she understood. She comprehended him so well.
"So what? Who would know anyway?" She asked in a hushed voice. "It is just you and me, right?"
"You would know. I would know." Vegeta felt a grin coming to his face. "And I could be asking you the same things. If one of us is to act, it should be you. I am still your Prince."
Silence.
"We're just going to arse about here all night then?" She finally asked, the amusement clearly audible in her hoarse voice.
"That might very well be the case." Vegeta replied suppressing a snicker.
He could hear her brushing against the door with… Well her shoulders, or her stomach, or even her arse. He didn't know. That would be nice though, having her push that fine bum against the door.
"So, what are you doing?" Akane asked.
Vegeta found his hand still clutching his hard cock. He laughed softly. "I'm holding my cock."
He heard her snicker on the other side. "That must be quite a sight to behold. The Prince of Saiyajins standing with his cock in his hand."
"I know. It is priceless. Open the door so you can see." Vegeta jested.
She gave a rough laugh. Then sighed her disappointment. "I cannot."
Vegeta knew she couldn't. They were very much alike. Her pride didn't allow her to bend. She would break before she bent, just like him. She should have been a damn third-class, that bloody door would have been long opened by now. Third-class had no pride. Well they didn't have much to be proud of anyhow so she probably wouldn't have appealed to him this tremendously if she had been of lower class. He could simply order her to open the door. She would have to obey, but that was the whole point. He didn't want to use his authority. He needed her to come to him out of free will. Only then had he truly won this battle. She knew that, the little shrew.
There was a miserable sigh on the other side. Well at least he wasn't the only one suffering.
"We could just blow the damn door out of the way." Akane suggested.
"You do that." Vegeta urged her.
She laughed. "No, lush. We do it together. No one wins."
"And then? We are dead-locked." Vegeta pointed out. "You need to step down and open that door."
That horrible little laugh again. "You step down."
Vegeta growled in frustration. "For the love of battle, Akane. I am already standing here with my cock in my hand talking to a door. How much more humiliation do you need? Just open the bloody thing."
When did it come to this? Why did she have to be so damn proud as well? Curse that competitiveness. It was always about the victory, be it on a physical or mental level. It didn't matter, there was one coming out on top in every battle. And it obviously had to be him.
"Little one."
Another rough laugh. Vegeta smirked.
"What?" She asked.
Vegeta pushed his burning body against the door. A rumble whirred down his throat. Cursed blood, he wanted it so fucking bad. "Open up."
More rustling. She was riding up against that door as well. So little keeping them apart. He was seriously capable of ramming his cock through that blasted door right now. That would count as yielding though.
Vegeta pricked up his ears when he heard something down the hall. It was probably one of the third-class idiots. They surely couldn't find him scratching at the little Captain's door like some damn hound in heat.
"Your lackeys are on the prowl. Open up now or wither away. I don't care anymore. This is foolish." Vegeta lied stone cold. Okay, it was a bit foolish but he did care, she just needed to open the bloody door.
"Who says I'll wither away?" Akane retorted with a nasty chuckle. "My men don't have to see your mark."
Vegeta just laughed. "They already know. They told me. Besides that, you just spent ten minutes talking to me through a closed door. I honestly believe your pride will not allow you such treachery."
He edged away from the door and let his hand fall away from his unrelenting arousal. A cold shower might just do the trick.
"Vegeta?" She called after him softly. There was a hint of hesitation in her voice.
Did she have to say his name like that? With that raspy ring to her voice. Vegeta gritted his teeth. So what if that was her natural voice? He didn't care. She was out to torture him, he was sure of it… Was he loosing it again? Why did he keep having these disturbing monologues in his head? He started to seriously question his sanity. Was this of her doing too? Was she mind-fucking him?
"What?" He snapped.
Open the door, little one.
"Goodnight." She wished him quietly.
The Mother's sagging tits!
Vegeta let out a suffering sigh. "Goodnight."
