Chapter 12. In the ruts

Vegeta was somewhat surprised by the condition in which he found the Saiyajins in their kitchen that day. The two pricks were backed up against the wall looking alarmed with the little Captain standing across them, a threatening finger shoved in their faces. Her ki was raised to the hilt.

"Two days." Akane sissed maliciously. "Keep the fuck away from me. If I return before that you knock me out and drag me back into the woods. Is that understood you damn bleeders?"

"Yes Captain." The two males replied quickly.

Akane jerked around and bestowed the full force of her furious stare upon Vegeta. There was something extremely fell about her posture, even for her standards. She was literally ablaze. And here he was hoping she was going to give in today. Well, he could just forget about that, couldn't he?

"I'll be gone for a couple of days." She practically spat at him. Then she pushed passed him roughly and stormed out.

The two men slipped away from the wall with deep sighs of relief. Vegeta had absolutely no clue what just happened. "What the hell is all this about?" He demanded.

"My apologies, Prince." Kaito spoke with a respectful inclination of the head. "We gave our word to the Captain… We are not allowed to tell."

Vegeta stared them down with such a compelling look that the males shifted uncomfortably. It didn't take long for them to crack under his gaze.

"The Captain is going in heat, my Prince." Turles broke the silence.

Vegeta suppressed a laugh. That explained her extreme temper alright. "And why is that a reason to go away?"

"Well she doesn't trust herself with us." Kaito frowned. "Or us with her. She will be all over the place in a couple of hours."

"We didn't want her to go of course. It isn't safe out there. She is willing to bonk just about anything when she gets in her estrus state." Turles continued.

"Of course she is. Fools. She needs to be relieved." Vegeta snapped.

"Yeah well, we tried that last time." Turles scratched his head. "It kind of didn't work out the way it's supposed to. The Captain was very, how do I put this delicately, persuasive?"

"She was totally out of control." Kaito said plainly. "Turles couldn't hold himself down so I had to keep him away from her, myself away from her and her away from us. It was a disaster. She ended up nearly killing us both."

Vegeta let out a bark of mocking laughter. "Pathetic weaklings. It does not matter. It is none of your concern anymore. You two keep well away from her. I will deal with my concubine." He didn't wait for them to salute but marched out and searched with his ki to locate the ruttish little Captain.

Vegeta found her in the mountains somewhere East. She was sitting with her legs sprawled on the grass beneath a large tree near a murmuring creek, her back supported by the broad tree trunk. There seemed to be little wrong with her. Other than the feverish look in her golden eyes she came across as quite normal. She was definitely not in heat yet.

Vegeta had seen Saiyajin females in heat. It used to scare the shite out of him when he was a young boy. These women that suddenly exploded screaming and writhing on the floor like they were in extreme pain. He didn't understand what was wrong with them. He always found they appeared to have turned Great Ape without the transformation, as if the enormous monster was trapped inside their small bodies fighting to break free.

As he grew older he understood what was happening to them. It was then that he came to understand too why all men seemed to keep themselves within a two mile radius from these writhing hellcats. They lured you into going down on them inexorably. Their scent alone was enough to drive a man to madness.

Soon as he had come of age he was disciplined to resist females in heat. He was the successor to the throne and he couldn't just go around fucking every ruttish woman he happened across, thus conceiving numerous base born children.

All illegitimate offspring will show up some day to take your throne or kill your heir. That was what his father always used to say.

So there he was. No more than fourteen years of age, in a constant state of arousal and trapped inside a room with a woman in heat. How was a boy, horny as a toad and ever burdened by a huge hard on to resist that? Well he couldn't of course. Not in the beginning at least. He had fucked the living daylight out of both the women and himself within those first months of training. He even sprouted his seed in quite a few of them, but all the whelps were simply burned out of the females' bellies.

The punishments he received for failing were severe enough for him to eventually exercise control over his urges though. It didn't matter how attractive a woman was, in the end he was able to turn all of them down without the slightest difficulty. He could have a woman in heat sitting on his cock and he wouldn't yield.

This was different however. The little Captain was able to arouse him to the point of plain frenzy just by being around him. Hell, she had the power to drive him into senseless need without being around at all. He hadn't seen her again after their little bedroom-door-encounter so he had been in a near constant state of arousal for the last days. He didn't know why he was even here. It was utterly foolish. When she went into her estrus state she would be simply impossible to turn down. She already was. Then he would lose this battle and the Prince of Saiyajins did not fancy loosing a duel of any kind.

Truth be told: he couldn't really care right now. He was way too curious for that. He simply had to see this.

"Looks like you'll be getting what you want after all, doesn't it?" Akane growled up at him. "Just know that my begging will stem from my rotten instincts, not my heart's desires."

"I did not come here to gloat." Vegeta replied earnestly. "Having you lusting for me in your estrus state will mean nothing to me. Our battle will still be on when this passes."

"Then why are you here?" She demanded ferociously. "I do not wish to bear a whelp. Not even for you."

Vegeta examined the little Captain. Her cheeks were flushed and her golden eyes had a liquid stare. She was panting slightly, her chest rising and falling and every so often she gritted her teeth with a nearly inaudible rumble. She was tremendously appealing to him now alright. He should be getting the fuck away while he still had the strength to leave.

"You cannot stay here, little one. I will not have it." Vegeta replied poised.

"I won't be locked up!" Akane shouted up at him aggressively. She let out a miserable little whimper and leaned back, closing her eyes. "Blood." She cursed under her breath. "It is cruel. Here at least I can ride up against a tree or something."

Vegeta inhibited the desire that coursed through him. "I won't lock you up."

"Your father locked me up." She spoke more to herself. "In my first years at the harem. Said I was too young to be carrying his child. Wouldn't have it corrupt my undeveloped body." She stopped talking and irrepressibly dug her hands into the grassy soil at her sides.

Her hazed eyes found him. They lingered on his face, luring. Vegeta could only stare back. Why was he still here?

"I hated that cell." She continued bitterly. Her stare grew unseeing. "I went bloody mad in there. The King allowed no one to come near me. He trusted nobody with me, not even himself. Couldn't hold himself down he said. He would not have me relieved. I was confined like a fucking animal! And hell did that man have me in heat often. I was on the damn verge every other moon for Victory's sake. You strong men. I hate you. It's all your fault. You are just too damn capable. My treacherous body will stop at nothing to get gravidated with your offspring. Bleeding instincts. A forthnight I've been here. I will never see the end of it now. All those years with my men and I haven't been in heat for more than three times. A couple of days with you and I'm already doomed. Curse my blood! You are just like your father. He had the women crawling up the damn ceilings in desperation."

Akane let out a shrill laugh. Her eyes found him once more and she looked at him strange, as if noticing his presence for the first time. "You have to forgive me. This…" She produced another tormented whimper and clutched at her stomach as if trying to tear out her own insides. She was really having a hard time. "This heat… It makes me say things I really shouldn't." She took in his face. "I truly missed your company, Vegeta. Come please, sit with me a while. I am not in heat yet."

She did it again. Said his name. Would he ever get used to that or would it continue to affect him like this? Make him itch like this… Damned blood. He was starting to believe he was going in the ruts himself. Maybe he was. That would be kind of a relief. Then he could blame all this sick attraction on that. Yes, he might just be going in the ruts.

Akane patted on the ground next to her as in to repeat her request wordlessly and Vegeta assented. He honestly couldn't have objected if he wanted to. He sat down on the ground next to her in silence. She faced him with a smile. The fog was cleared from her eyes and she seemed lucid for now.

"Why did we engage ourselves in this senseless power struggle?"

Vegeta touched her flushed cheek lightly. "You started it, Akane."

"I know. Fucking pride." The little Captain sighed. "To hell with it. I yield. Who would know, right? As long as you will not use it against me I am willing to let you win."

"That is good to hear." Vegeta drew closer to kiss her, but forced himself to pull away with a grunt of displeasure. "Blood. You are making this very hard for me. I wish you would have given in before you went into the beginnings of your ruts. Now I have to wait until it passes."

She snickered. "That shall be my victory then. We are even. Tell me, do these Earthlings go in heat?"

Vegeta shook his head lightly. "No. They have their fertile periods but it doesn't seem to affect them in the slightest."

Akane snorted disdainfully. She brushed a strand of dark hair out her face and relaxed back against the tree trunk, staring thoughtfully into the distance for a while.

Vegeta followed her gaze still battling his urges. He felt her hand on his arm and looked at her. The little Captain smiled at him with difficulty. Her eyes were beginning to obtain the haze again. She trembled and grunted weakly.

"I am glad we are on good terms again." She rose unsteadily. "But I must leave now. I will be overcome with the bloody ruts soon."

Vegeta rose with her and dictated in a calm voice: "You stay."