Chapter 4. Urges
Vegeta was plagued by recollections of what had happened that morning in the back compound. That savage little Captain submitting to him so willingly and being able to handle him so well, the way she had mewled when he grabbed her by the fluffed and throbbing red tail, the feeling of that powerful yet outrageously feminine body against him, the sounds of him smacking his hips against that round arse, her arousing rough voice cheering him on, her reaching her high so succesfully without him having to put endless effort into coaxing it out of her... She just wouldn't leave him alone.
He growled and rolled onto his stomach on the bed, digging his hands underneath the pillow where his head lay. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't entertain the thoughts about her any longer. He had been lying here staring up at the ceiling robbed of shut eye for over an hour now. It was obsessive and he needed to stop it.
And as if everything wasn't bad enough as it was, the woman wasn't available to help him relief some of this unrelenting lust. Bulma had another one of her brain waves and was still working on some new invention inside her lab. Vegeta didn't think it likely to happen across her in this bed tonight, not when she was in one of those inspirational frenzies of hers. Well, she wasn't able to give him what he needed anyway. The need that the little Captain had engendered in him, had no place in this bed.
No, his release was out there in that back compound being fucked by one of her subordinates. He just knew it was so, the surging ki's of her and that bleeder Turles were all the prove he needed. And he hated it, hated how it made him seethe. It should have been him.
Vegeta had somehow managed to doze off despite his plagued mind because he awoke from the figure sliding under the covers with him in the gloom. He opened his eyes to see the curtain of blue hair scatter onto the pillow next to his as the woman tossed it back with a slender hand. She nestled herself under the covers with a little sigh, pushed her body back against his side to make herself known and became still, waiting for him to make his move. It was the same ritual every time.
Vegeta slid against her back with his feverishly hot body, groggy from sleep and high on lewd visions of submitting the savage little Captain and her outrageous curves to him. The woman was naked in his arms but for a pair of scanties because she knew exactly why he was in her bed. He had never been there for anything else. She didn't complain. She needed it too badly herself. No matter how wary he still made her - still deeming him unpredictable and a possible threat even after all these years of sharing space with him - she had branded him good enough for this. And even if their attraction didn't go beyond the physical, they had found a good enough match in one another to have come to some form of agreement. They shared her bed, and sometimes the kitchen counter or the shower. And also a son and a daughter. But that was about it.
Perhaps in the beginning they had felt some fondness towards eachother. Vegeta had certainly been very attracted to her. She was very beautiful and had absolutely awesome brain power. It had all gone to shit soon enough as they couldn't seem to overcome the race barrier. The woman never stopped viewing him as the cold-blooded murderer from space and he, well he couldn't get himself to regard her as much more than prey really. She had given him strong offspring though, he appreciated her for that at least, and she had taken him in, given him a place away from his life in the WTO. He was grateful for that as well.
The woman was quickly molded into a moaning lump as his hands roved her tidy slim body, visiting all the hotspots he had discovered over the years only long enough to get her ready for him. He ripped off her panties even if he knew it would piss her off. His constant hard on was becoming painful and he needed to be rid of it now. She cried out when he thrust his cock inside her from behind. She was wet enough so that couldn't be the problem, but perhaps he was being a bit rough with her. He was usually very careful to restrain himself, yet he couldn't afford to be gentle with her right now. He just wanted to fuck.
He rolled her over with him, pushing her on her stomach and shoving her face in the pillow to still her screams of objection, submitting her to him as he ground his hips with a feral need for release. He should stop. This wasn't the one that he wanted to dominate. This one could not handle his domination. He registered the smell of blood and the jerking body beneath him, the sobs and screams still muffled by the pillow where he had stuffed down her face. He backed off with a frustrated snarl, although he hadn't even began doing to her what he wanted to do. Her body was just so hopelessly insufficient for the things he had in mind.
Bulma was in high dudgeon, her fright quickly abandoned for outrage. Vegeta couldn't really blame her. It was unacceptable that he had lost himself on her like that. Right now he couldn't give a toss though, he was too enraged himself. That the little Captain should spoil this for him, that was what was truly unacceptable. She had given rise to something in him he could no longer turn off. At least not by seeking succour in the woman's bed.
Bulma was still screaming at him, whatever pain he might have caused her long forgotten in her indignation. She would be fine. He wouldn't be sticking himself up there anytime soon again in any case, which gave her ample time to heal. Until he had back control over his urges, he wasn't going there again. He couldn't even find it in him to apologise because a big and rather savage part of him wasn't sorry at all. Yes, he was sorry, sadly sorry that he had been forced to stop what he was doing to her.
Somewhere in that back compound they were still having it away. Mocking him. Provoking him.
Vegeta leapt from the bed before he would take out his anger on the woman and left the room, left her to crawl back under the covers muttering imprecations under her breath. A kata might just rid him of this infernal fever. A very long and very hard kata. Long and hard in the way he wanted to get his leg over. That fitlhy little savage. This was all her bleeding fault.