Chapter 51. That was no Lady
Vegeta crossed the deserted halls of the Palace in the still period before dawn, the hour that belonged to neither the day that had passed nor the one that was to come. The Palace was silent but for his footsteps. Sleep was what most did in this hour. Most. Not Kaito on guard at the Solar, not the dry nurse watching over Aina, not Vegeta. He had slumbered until his daughter threw a fit to wake him some time earlier. Her teething wasn't so bad anymore. She had slipped back to dreams shortly after he helped her through her pain by letting her munch on his hand. It was good that she hadn't been hungry as well because Akane did not return from her Bower. He had not found her sleeping by his side when he woke up. For the first time since he decided that he wanted to wake up to the beautiful sight of her every day, to the sound of some hoarse and unpleasant remark, he had not found her by his side.
Akane had required time away from her responsibilities as much as he did. Now that she had taken it, she needed something else and that was him to drag her out of her mind, out of denial and back to reality where her concerns lay. He had learned, through shame and detriment, the way his little mate worked. She was running from him and that meant something was bothering her. The harder Akane ran from him, the closer she needed him to be. The downside to independence, to having been forced to take on the world alone. He knew it because he had been like that once.
Vegeta had never accepted help from anyone but had been given it anyway. And he had needed it. Another thing he had learned through shame and detriment. Through the mercy of Kakarot. That bleeding Kakarot. The truth was that Vegeta would not have been here right now if it hadn't been for that gormless bastard who spared him on their first encounter on Earth. The one who had given him his first sensu bean on Namek, replenished him after he had been trashed by Recoome despite the fact that their plans on that planet contradicted, the fact that Vegeta would have ended Kakarot's sorry existence without hesitation had he achieved immortality then.
He was not so cold blooded anymore, not the merciless executioner Frieza had changed him in to. His freedom from the tyrant had given him the chance to shake that side off, bring himself back to what he had been before the WTO worked him like a slave. It had taken him years, many years on Earth to do that. It was there that he came to understand that no one could go it alone, although he had accepted none of them to go it with him. Not Kakarot, not any one of his bloody friends, not the woman. The only ones he allowed in had been his children. He had been alone really. Alone until that little Captain stormed into his life. He had chosen her as his companion, the one to have his back. And she had chosen him to have hers, even if she hadn't accepted it yet.
Vegeta slipped into the Bower of his very soon to be Queen. A few more hours and he would officially make her the most influential woman on Vegetasei. Her private quarters were nice. They were smaller than his own yet very luxurious, the theme and colours in the adornments a sweltering umber streaked with silver. So she did take some pleasure in worldly possessions and comfort. When the Bower was his mother's, the furnishing had been different, light and breezy. Akane had built herself a comfortable little nest to retreat in, one designed to her wishes. She had taste. The air of sensuality in these rooms bore her signature. Her Bower was as intoxicating to the senses as she was.
The evidence of her overindulgence was scattered on the table in the small humid front room. Plates and salvers with leftovers, turned over cups, a positively alarming amount of empty pitchers, heaps of ashes from pipes. A piss up indeed. The fire in the hearth was reduced to glowing cinders that gave off a soft reddish light, the only source in the room as the candles on the table had long since burned out.
His addiction lay royally draped over a majestic lounge chair, spread eagled on her back and head lolled over the seat. The place under her eye where her mark used to be was now occupied by a single red streak that would become pink like the scar on her temple once it was healed. The latest addition suited her fierce disposition as much. His eyes roved her and he found her tight green shirt had crept up to reveal the vertical ellipse that was her navel. The erotic sight of it impelled him to kneel at her side and trace his finger along the gentle hollow. She stirred with a growl and he pulled her closer by her waist to kiss her before she could open her eyes. The taste of wine and pipe smoke was clear on her lips. He had no idea she smoked. He felt some decline for this. Notwithstanding it wasn't too unbecoming to her. The smell and taste of her was all wild and exciting. It was all he needed to have his cock rear up in his kecks.
He broke the lazy kiss to speak softly. "You have some disgusting habits."
"Sod off." His little mate grated in her hoarse voice and she arched away from him with a grunt. She whinged then and her fierce little hands went for her head while she squeezed her eyes shut. Apparently the wine wasn't so good to her anymore.
Vegeta slipped his hand under her shirt to rub the hot skin of her stomach. "You never told me you smoke."
"I do not smoke." Akane snarled in a very smoky voice that proved her guilt. "Only when I am on the piss. Go complain to your father about it. He taught me both."
"I am not complaining." Vegeta assured her with a snicker. "Were you too sloshed to make your way back to me?"
"If I had been I would still be drunk right now."
"You're not?" Vegeta teased.
The hands fell away from her head and she loured at him. "You are harassing me."
"I am." Vegeta admitted. "Did you have fun, little one?"
She made a rough noise in her throat that could mean anything. Satisfaction or displeasure, she gave no indication either way. She had fun. The way he found her passed out on the lounge chair just now was proof enough.
"Who is watching Aina?" Akane demanded gruffly.
"The nurse. Kaito is on guard." Vegeta held up the scouter he had placed on the ground at his side.
"Sad bastard." His little mate grouched. "If my head feels this bad, his should be falling of his bleeding neck. He drank more than I did."
"He didn't look all that happy." Vegeta said and this had her smile at last. "That my lady likes."
"Don't call me that!" She snapped with sudden aggression again. "And if you and those other little lords think for a second that I am going to act like one, you can all just go fuck yourselves."
"Careful, little one." Vegeta warned her. He was about done with that little lord thing of hers. He pushed her back down by the shoulder when she made to shoot up on the lounge chair. "Is that what concerns you, having to act like a lady?"
No answer. Her hard eyes turned to the ceiling where she shut him out both in the physical and mental sense. He couldn't get into her mind if she didn't want him to. She had become far too skilled in repelling him.
"I thought we were passed this." Vegeta said with a sigh. "Don't shut me out. Tell me what is bothering you."
Nothing. Nothing but her baring her teeth viciously at the ceiling.
Vegeta pulled her face towards him. "Akane, I mean it. I have no mind to play this game with you again. You have to let me in."
"I am not a lady." She hissed up at him.
"You already made that clear. It is hardly a revelation. You remind me of it every day with your repugnant behaviour." Vegeta nudged her teasingly. "You are forgiven. I learned to live with you in spite of it. You can become my Queen without becoming a lady. I don't like ladies. I like mean little warriors like yourself."
Akane slapped away the hand that returned to rub her stomach. "That is a problem."
Vegeta seized that small violent hand so that it wouldn't end up thumping him in his face. He could never be too sure with his little mate. Not with those hard eyes narrowed like they were now. She was poised to strike. "Is it?"
"Don't." She snarled when he bit one of the fingers he had captured. "I will bring shame to your title."
Vegeta lowered their hands, taken aback by what she just said. "Shame? This is not like you, little one. You love yourself more than I do."
"That's right. Make fun of me." Akane complained. "What if the Lords will not respect you because of me? With my repugnant behaviour? Those overblown bastards take offense from everything. I trust you can win them over, Vegeta, even if you refuse to comply to the rules of court. You are made to be King, but I am…"
"You are made to be my Queen." Vegeta finished for her. He grinned. "I like you just the way you are. Every filthy inch of you. And I love every disagreeable word that comes out of your foul little mouth. You are second to no one. They should be honoured to have you as their Queen. You will remind them of what is in their blood. That Saiyajins should live by the ways of a warrior, not those of idle fat lords. They bring shame to my title. They bring shame to our whole race. Not you. You pay your blood homage. You are achieved as a warrior and you have proven to be a good leader. It has to be you. There is no one more fit to be Queen."
He rubbed the skin of her stomach again and she surrendered to it this time around, her eyes returning to the ceiling. She was not reassured by his words.
"What then, Akane? Not become my Queen? You accepted me as your mate. You knew this would be your place one day."
She faced him and spat: "Of course I knew." Then the scowl left her and she sighed. "I just worry. I want this to go smoothly for you. You might not realise this, but your time away from here has changed you. You are not like them. Not one bit. You will change the rules of this game and the Lords will not appreciate you for it. I would hate myself if I did anything to make your reign harder on you."
"You sound like my father." Vegeta said displeased. "I do not play games, Akane. The leaders either follow me or they don't. This planet is in shambles. I have more important things to occupy me than seeking ways to keep the Lords content. If they have a problem with that, or with you, I will replace every last one of them for men that do wish to serve me. They might think I need them to support my reign, they need me to support theirs more. I have overthrown my own father. Do you really think I give a shit about the title of some lesser lord?"
"Those smarmy gits are in for an unpleasant surprise with you." Akane decided, more at ease now. Her hand slipped to his on her stomach and she threw him a tempting smile. "It makes me hot when you talk so regal."
Vegeta was rather hot himself. That wild taste of her kept haunting him. And she shouldn't worry. She was fit to be Queen. A wild Queen. With a wild body. His very own warrior goddess. He set his teeth in the lovely soft flesh of her stomach, gently for once, just aside her arousing little navel. Then he slipped his tongue in and had her shivering by doing so. He made her arch back and grab for her head a second time when his hand sneaked up her shirt to lightly trace his thumb along a puckered nipple.
"Not the nipples, Vegeta. I am sore." Yet while she pleaded with him, her lust flared at his touches.
Vegeta scooted onto the lounge chair beside her and eased up her shirt over those beautiful breasts. One of his more cherished fascinations. One he was forced to put on hold longer than he liked for the sake of his daughter.
"Please be gentle with me." Akane murmured her prayer from behind her elbows, her hands still tangled in her dark untamed hair.
"I will." Vegeta whispered.
He made her breathless with more light caresses, the tips of his fingers barely making contact with the breasts and small hard nipples that were so painfully sensitive to his touch. Her arms fell idle behind her head and she sighed her pleasure. She hadn't been treasured like this in a while, he hadn't the room for that this afternoon. He did now and he was going to take his time with her. He would come around to beating her within an inch of her life another time for calling him little lord… Again. He let it slide. His little mate was in need of a softer approach right now. And she had to be able to appear before the Counsel tomorrow. With the violence he was building up, she would be lucky if she was still able to breathe on her own after he was finished taking it out on her.
Vegeta left the sensitive breasts to trace his fingers down his little mate's shivering body. He peeled at the sash of her gi, what took him far too long in her opinion judging by the strain in her muscles. She turned to mush when it came loose at last and her legs parted so that he could slip his hand between her thighs. He eased her open with his fingers, finding her sex already dripping wet.
He leaned in to give her the smile that was meant for her alone. "You are on fire, little one."
A shaky sigh was all the reply she gave him. He slid a finger inside her to change this for her and the breath left her in a soft moan. He retrieved his hand then and brought his finger to his mouth to taste her, smirking at the thirst with which she witnessed this. The pale gold of her eyes shone up at him with pleasure and bound him as his hand returned to where she was so warm, soft and wet under his fingers. He eased a digit neatly up her wet folds to the tiny nub that made her breathe so fast and uncontrolled when he rubbed it.
Vegeta wasn't quite prepared for the rough way she grabbed him by the balls. A sharp breath was forced from him.
"I want your cock." She declared and there was no mistaking that she wanted it fast because she tore down his kecks to bare him without ceremony.
Vegeta pulled away the rapacious little hand that stroked his cock. "If you stick out your fine arse, I will give it to you."
She kicked off her boots and squeezed herself out of her trousers, rolled to her side and pushed her round bum back against him all in a matter of seconds. On fire didn't quite cover what had overtaken his little mate. She was in some serious need of mending.
"Let me see you." He demanded.
His little mate twisted her upper body back towards him, ever quick on the uptake in regards to his wants. Because he wanted to see this, wanted to see that face flood with pleasure when she received him. He grabbed her firm arse and drove his cock inside her achieved without guidance, wet and eager as she was. Every inch he gave her was plain in her flushed features, in her drawn out moans and in the way her tight sex sucked him in deeper. It pleased him that it was so nice for her, yet it pleased him more that it was so nice for him.
"Nothing little about that, is there?" He asked.
"Nothing at all." She panted.
Vegeta leaned in to lick her lips and she returned the favour, her famous grin appearing to tell him just how happy she was with him. He filled her up again, rocked her slowly and registered it all on her gorgeous face.
His little mate did a piss poor attempt at nonchalance when she pointed out, voice pitching: "I am not on my knees, little lord."
Vegeta denied her the satisfaction of getting under his skin again and rebounded: "You begged me to be gentle with you. Besides, it is unbefitting of a lady to be on all fours."
The conceited smirk left her and it served her right. That was the fourth time she insulted him this day. He catered to the wroth that ate away at him by shoving his cock up her body deep enough to make her cry out. She made to turn away, but he snatched her by the bunched up shirt to keep her where she was in his view. He dealt her more steady deep shoves until her small helpless cries were the only sounds he could hear. Nothing little about it at all. It satisfied him to see the suffering distort her marred features, to feel her work those marvellous hips and bent her supple body out of shape with such drive to receive all of him. She wanted it deep as she could get it in this position and he wasn't complaining. She just loved it so fucking much.
"You know, the way you let me have you now already pushes the boundary of what is acceptable for a lady of your class. You should feel ashamed for wanting this so much." Vegeta smirked and yanked her closer by the shirt to breathe against that fascinatingly small mouth: "You are a filthy little savage."
"And you love me for it." Akane snarled back through gritted teeth. "Don't stop. Rip me to shreds with that large cock. Make me hurt. I like it. I will scream for you. The whole Palace will know of your disgusting preference for fucking savages. The shame is yours, King. You like this more than I do."
Vegeta was robbed of the chance to reply when she rammed that foul mouth onto his, the smoke and wine that lingered on her lips making her fierce kiss even wilder. He pushed her back down against the lounge chair and smothered her writhing body with his own, snatching her head back by the hair to give himself better access to that exciting taste. He filled her little mouth with his tongue and devoured her, coaxed her into matching him. She did not disappoint. She met every nibble, suck and bite he took out of her until he was thoroughly satiated.
The jerking of her hips was growing more urgent and she drew her leg up further to open herself up, clinging to herself in desperation and silently begging him to finish her quickly. She broke away from his kiss and swore a difficult: "Sweet Mother of fuck."
Vegeta smirked his approval and surrendered his seed to her gripping insides when she came undone with a choked cry beneath him. He was far from finished though. It was too soon. Way too soon for this to be over. Panting he pulled away and rid himself of his clothes with even more urgency than she had displayed earlier. His haste had her laughing winded and her arms snaked fondly around his neck when she received him between her thighs where he belonged.
She brought her little mouth to his ear and whispered, making him itch: "Easy, lush. Pace yourself. I am not going anywhere." She faced him again and lifted those liquid eyes to his. "Nothing can tear me away from you now. Not even your daughter. Let them deal with her. It will take her days to starve. A couple of hours without me will do no harm. She should learn that the world does not revolve about her. I have to take care of you too. You and your disgusting needs. And you have to take care of mine."
He would. Vegeta dragged her out of her bunched up Captain Action shirt and, swollen to the hilt once more, pinned her down with a single clean stroke that made her arch into him with longing.
"Little lord." She purred.
"You sure are in a rush to collect your beating." Vegeta snarled as his violence piqued again. "Stop getting on my nerves. I can't do it now, Akane. I need you to look your best when I make you my Queen. I need you to be able to walk and talk and both will be impossible for you when I finally do get to beat you up." He should beat her up right now, but he did want her in one piece when he made her his Queen. He had already smashed her temple on the window sill of the nursery and that wound wasn't fully healed yet.
Akane raked her fingers through his hair with another one of her wicked grins. "Do you promise?"
"I swear it on my life." Vegeta muttered ill appeased.
He recommenced his grinding and set out to build her up again, thrown between the need to take out his violence on her and his growing lust for how nice and wet and tight she was beneath him. She remained subdued this time, yet her blushing face conveyed her pleasure all the more as they moved together in slow sync. That her moans were so soft cleared the field for how she sopped for him and the sound made him forget how badly he wanted to bury his fist in her face. His little mate's ears were pricked up as well, intent on it as he was and it made her high like him.
"I am still on fire." Her rasping voice was filled with passion.
Vegeta gave her a faint half smile and said as hoarse: "No, little one, you have burst into flames."
He pushed himself up so that he could see her move that heavenly body for him, every curve of it, see her exploit those preposterous and able hips to catch his deliberate strokes, following and leading him both. Again she made him insane. Utterly, deniably insane. It was so good he could have wept. He slipped into her skin to feel what it was she felt and for her it was good enough to make her want to break out in song. He left her for his own aching skin again and smirked his victory of making her experience so much pleasure in return.
Her hands slipped to his waist, tracing fire on his skin as she stroked his sides and lower back with habitual firmness. She slipped them to his arse and pulled him closer while pressing her hips up with a pleased moan as it made him probe her just that bit deeper.
"You shouldn't grab me by the arse like that, Akane. It is not ladylike to do so." Vegeta said in playful reproach.
Akane only forced him down on her harder, a soft hoarse laugh rolling from her lips. "You are very vindictive. Because you are fucking me so good, I will forgive you for insulting me again."
Vegeta dipped down to kiss her and snaked his arm under her leg to drag her apart, his desire for her only growing by how she lithely eased it up to cling it about his neck. "I will fuck you better than this. You just keep working those hips for me and I will fuck you so good that all you have left is my name coming from your foul little mouth."
Vegeta stuck to his promise as a King ought to and he fucked his Queen like she deserved to be fucked. And all his filthy little savage had to say for herself was his name. Like she should.
