Chapter 3. Awakening
It had been two days since the Saiyajins took up lodgings at the Capsule Corp. It turned out they had been on a space mission to find Vegeta, back before the destuction of Vegetasei, when their ship was overtaken and commandeered by King Cold. Cold slaughtered most of the Marauder's company and kept the few that survived the attack alive to put to work in the World Trade Organisation. Akane, Turles and Ringo were the last ones left. From wat Vegeta had been told, Cold kept them in line with some kind of chip that controlled their power. They were held in hypersleep and only roused when Cold needed them to purge some planet for the intergalactic market.
It was the same kind of labour Vegeta, Nappa and Raditz had done for Frieza, the difference being that they had been dispatched by his father to serve in the WTO rather than being forced into service and having their power bound to keep them in line. Saying Vegeta had been part of the WTO out of free will was a gross overstatement though. It had simply been his father's wish that he put in two years of service under Frieza and Vegeta, being a good son, had obeyed the King without question. But he had never returned after those two years and he had never enjoyed his service. He didn't enjoy being reminded of his life as a soldier in the WTO either. His memories of that time weren't happy ones. He was glad it was all well in the past.
The three Saiyajins seemed just as glad to be free from Cold and it looked like they were already adjusting to the slow pace of life on Earth.
Kakarot and his spawn had been over both days so that all the Saiyajins and demi-Saiyajins, except for the idiot's firstborn, could train together. Kakarot was an insufferable moron, but Vegeta had to agree with him that it was fun to spar with the other Saiyajins. They had some nice techniques he planned to copy. He smirked in satisfaction to himself remembering their faces when he, Kakarot and their sons had all phased into super-Saiyajin-one form. The three newcomers hadn't seen that coming and were blown away by the awesome display of power. And, as it was with Saiyajin warriors, had now made it their life goal to achieve transcendense as well.
Vegeta was wolfing down his breakfast with Trunks sitting across from him downing his own food in like fashion when the woman came into the kitchen. Bra was on her hip again, ever sucking her little thumb. She was cooing at him, but Bulma removed her from view in an almost thoughless manner.
"You shouldn't allow her to do that. She'll get crooked teeth." Vegeta mentioned casually.
"Then we'll get her braces." Bulma retorted put off.
Vegeta snorted. "Yes, let's allow something to go to shit first so that we can fix it afterwards. What's wrong with teaching her some discipline? You Earthlings do everything backwards."
"What do you even care, Vegeta?" Bulma asked. "You never so much as look at her."
Vegeta bit back a remark. It wasn't really possible to look at his daughter when Bra was always removed from his view. He didn't even know why he still bothered engaging in conversation with the woman. It always ended up in a shouting match. And he did care about his daughter, even if the woman didn't believe him capable of it.
"Your monkey friends are intimidating my employees again." Bulma sniped. "Go tell them to knock it off."
Vegeta remained in his seat unmoved.
"Now!" she shouted. She ruffled her son's hair and continued in her sweetest voice: "Want to come grocery shopping with us, baby?"
"Mom." Trunks complained, jerking away from her awkwardly. "I'm not a baby anymore. Goten-kun is coming over today to spar with the Saiyajins again."
"Is that really how you want to spend your whole summer holiday?" Bulma asked distastefully. Then she gave Vegeta an annoyed look. "See what's happening? All he can talk about is those horrible Saiyajins. They're a bad influence. You should get them to move on."
"The boy is a warrior. Let him fight." Vegeta simply said, thoroughly engrossed in his breakfast again.
The woman threw him one last condescending look, kissed her son goodbye and left.
"Are you training with us again today, father?" Trunks asked, his mouth stuffed with food.
"I might." Vegeta rose. "Finish your breakfast."
"I'm going to kick that Ringo's behind again today." Trunks grinned confidently.
Vegeta smirked contentedly as he left the kitchen. His son was finally starting to act like a true Saiyajin. It was about time too. The pathetic Earthling traits in his heir had predominated him long enough.
He made his way out of the house and to the back compound where the three Saiyajins resided. The woman's employees mostly used it as storage space and it wasn't a very hospitable place to put up in, but the Saiyajins hadn't complained. Being soldiers they didn't need all that much to be comfortable. Vegeta had thrown in a couple of capsule-futons nonetheless. Saiyajins shouldn't be made to sleep on the floor.
There was nothing of the harrassment going on that the woman talked about when he found the Sayajins in one of the larger rooms of the compound they had dubbed the mess hall. The table at which they sat was laden with food. They were tearing through the CC's capsule-food supply at a staggering rate. If they stayed long enough, the CC might just run out of stock completely. This was yet another reason for the woman to want them out soon and she continuously badgered him about it, but Vegeta kept putting it off. It was convenient to have strong sparring-partners at hand and well, he was their Prince after all, he couldn't just throw them out on the streets. Even if he had spent most of his life away from Vegetasei, he felt it was his duty to take care of his people. The Saiyajins clearly expected it of him as well.
Vegeta halted just outside the room, his eyes drawn to the fierce little Captain seated at the table inside. And there was that too...
Notwithstanding her absolutely appalling foul mouth and matching temper, and the rather severe disfigurement of what he reckoned had been a pretty face once, those scars giving her that malicious expression, he found himself very much attracted to her. He had taken an interest from the second he laid eyes on her inside the wreckage of Cold's ship and even if he had yet to decide on how he was going to go about it, he intended to move in on her very soon. If not today.
"What I would like to know is what he is even doing on this kack stain for a planet." Akane snarled in reaction to something one of her subordinates had said. She continued swearing, but in vexed mutters and more to herself: "Living in some backwater galaxy at the arse-end of the universe. Makes no cunting sense to me at all."
A foul mouth indeed.
"Where else should he have gone?" Turles asked reasonably. "Vegetasei is gone."
"And his kin is here." Ringo pointed out.
"A bleeding disgrace, is what that is." Akane spat. "He ought to have that cunt hanged for the way she speaks to him. He has no honour."
"Captain," Turles gasped outraged. "You can't say that about our Prince. You..."
Akane cut across him, teeth bared viciously. "It's the truth. Living on this planet has made him soft. The King would curse his seed in the after life if he saw this. Now there was a true leader. I tell you, he would never have accepted some lesser bitch mouthing off to him like that." she relapsed to bitter muttering again, reining back in that hidious temper. "Calling me a fucking monkey. I should rip out her bleeding windpipe for that alone."
Vegeta had heard about enough. The nerve of that foul mouthed cunt. The woman's disrespect was an outrage to be sure, and it should piss her off, but calling his honour into question and branding him soft? He walked into the room, his calm appearance in stark contrast to the seething fury roiling inside him. It had been a long time since he felt such rage at being treated with dishonour.
Ringo and Turles instantly jumped away from the table to salute him with a fist on their chests. Akane didn't bother getting up. She met his gaze unflinching while gnawing on a chicken wing and swallowing it bones and all.
"Leave us." Vegeta ordered, his voice as calm as his exterior.
The two males obeyed instantly.
"Go train. I'll meet up with you later." Akane called after them, her fierce eyes never leaving Vegeta as she started in on another chicken wing.
He threw the table aside to clear himself a path to her and slapped the chicken from her hand before grasping the armrests of her chair to trap her in place.
Akane returned his furious stare unshaken, that clean pink scar cutting into her brow giving her that permanent, rather haughty looking frown. "I was eating that."
"You have something you want to say to me?" Vegeta hissed, leaning in threateningly.
Akane casually wiped the grease from her face with the back of her gloved hand and a smirk touched her small mouth, the scar at the corner distorting it into an absolutely repulsive sneer. "Nah, I'm easy."
Vegeta moved in even closer, his nose now nearly touching hers. "I will have no more of your insolence, you unsightly little slit. I am your Prince and you will treat me with respect."
"You are very aggressive towards me." Akane pointed out in an off-hand fashion. Then she leered at him. "Is this arse-ache because of me or do you hate what that Earthling cunt has turned you into... Prince."
Vegeta grabbed the rim of her chestplates and shook her roughly, growling: "You are pushing your luck."
The little Captain laughed roughly, seemingly very pleased with him now. The look in her fierce eyes changed to yielding and she let herself hang back in his grip, almost as if surrendering to him. A raw, unwieldy want surged up in him at this. It looked like he was moving in on her today.
Vegeta yanked her to her feet, earning a surprised gasp from her, and she gave a startled snarl when he threw her into the wall behind her, kicking the chair out of his way before closing the distance between them again. He spun her so that he was facing her back and rammed her into the wall with a hand clasped to her cheek, the wall and the side of her face both cracking from the force with which he shoved her against it. Not so soft now, was he? Her red tail had blown up behind her, aggravated to two times its normal width. Vegeta watched with fascination as it lashed back and forth before his eyes.
Vegeta left the tail for what it was, promising himself to come back to it later, and brought his lips near her ear, speaking softy: "That I make allowences for the woman's impertinence, does not mean I will accept the same from you."
Akane winced. "She has no respect for you."
"Neither do you." Vegeta let out a soft mocking laugh. "But I will change that for you. I dare say you're catching on already."
As if to prove him wrong and show that her defiance had not left her intirely, Akane hissed: "You should be teaching her."
"Why should I waste my time teaching a lesser being tricks? It's trivial. I have better things to do. As for you, Captain," Vegeta spat out her title disdainfully, giving the cheek beneath his hand another shove. "You need to be taught your place. You are a Saiyajin, not some ignorant, inferior bitch. Those third-class pricks you command have more honour than you do."
The little Captain was evidently insulted by that and opened her mouth to reply. Her breath caught instead when Vegeta pushed his hips and the significant swell of his excitement tightly against her arse, letting her know exactly what his aim was here.
"I might have some use for you after all. I changed my mind. I do require your service." Vegeta breathed into her ear, enjoying the way it made her shiver.
"And you will find me well up to the task too." Akane rebounded, though her nonchalance was somewhat spoiled by the fact that her voice was trembling.
Vegeta laughed softly and used his free hand to push down the bottoms of her spandex just far enough to give himself access to her. "I am banking on that."
The little Captain pressed her gloved hands flat against the wall to brace herself for him, rising on her toes and pushing out her round arse ever so slightly in silent consent. It was no surprise that she wanted this. That look she had given him suggested it enough. She was in luck. He wanted it too.
Vegeta released his swollen cock from the straining fabric of his spandex and guided himself to her opening with a haste he rarely felt. He wanted it rather badly. He drove himself deep inside her, his lust surging at how tight she was. His entry needed some force. She had not been ready to receive him and she hissed in a sharp intake of breath when he filled her up. It took him only two drawn out strokes to get her wet and it pleased him that her body was so receptive to him. He backed out and cleaved her anew for the sake of feeling her sex draw him in more welcoming this time. It seemed she appreciated this as much because she pushed her arse out with an excited moan to facilitate him. She wanted it rather badly herself.
His hand left her cheek and slipped to her tail which was fluffed still, yet in lust rather than aggravation now. She gave a very arousing little mewl when he grabbed it at the base and drew her arse up a bit further for a better angle, her feet almost completely leaving the floor. The tight battle suit had left no question about her outrageous curves, but she was far more gorgeous than he had anticipated. He dug the fingers of his free hand into a very curvy hip and started thrusting into her at a steady pace, the feel of her making him breathless. Her hoarse moans fed his passion.
Vegeta gauged her and, estimating that she could handle it, unleashed himself to quite literally assault her, recompencing a lifetime of frustration with having to pace himself since any woman he had ever found interesting enough to pursue, had always been so ill equipped to dealing with the power he possessed. He had expected it would not be so with this one and he hadn't been wrong. He actually had to work to meet her own efforts as she was jerking those insane hips with determined force and he simply loved finding a challenge in her. His previous bedmates had always been at his mercy to begin with. Not the little Captain. She handled him pretty well. Good for her. Better for him.
It was as awesome as her moans made it sound when he continued sliding himself up her with hard, swift thrusts that soon had him panting and her whimpering and moving with him as fast in search of her own release. He could hear the sounds of his hips slamming against her arse, always a sign that he needed to back down, but she actually encouraged him to give her more. The way she intoned: "Yes, yes, yes." with that rough, raspy voice, in time with the smacking of their flesh, quickly drove him out of his mind.
Vegeta was taken off guard when her breath caught in her throat. Her body tensed up against him, a drawn out whimper falling from her and her internal muscles gripping him frantically in her unexpected orgasm. She quite relentlessly forced him over the edge with her, unprepared as he had been for her to get there so easily. And so hard as well. It was a pity really. He would have liked this to last longer. He rammed his cock into her a couple more times while her insides squeezed his seed from him, a hiss of relief falling from his parted lips.
The little Captain grew limp in his hold, panting and whimpering quite helplessly. The blown up tail that was still in his hand prevented her from slipping to the floor.
"Anything else to add, Captain?" Vegeta scoffed, though a bit winded.
"No, my Prince." Akane whispered, slumping washed out against the wall and looking pacified.
"Good." Vegeta held her steady for the short time he needed to regain himself, then withdrew from her, released her tail and watched her turn and slip back against the wall. She stared at him breathing raggedly, her fierce eyes now pools of liquid gold.
"Forgive me my impudence. I forgot myself."
Vegeta stepped out of her reach when she tried to touch his hand, staring her down with a disparaging smirk. Then he spun and sauntered out without another word.