Chapter 6. Claims
The wroth that consumed him had Vegeta training all day and well into the night. Her delicate scent which was an absurd contradiction to her foul temper, lingered inside the gravity tank and it made his fury all the more unmanagable. He had told her that it would not do, that he didn't share and still she had sough out that arsehole Ringo to bring her off in stead of coming to him for it. It had taken everything in him to stay where he was when he sensed them together, to not go to that back compound and kill them both. That their encounter hadn't lasted for more than ten minutes did little to calm Vegeta, it still should have been him. It also convinced him that she was just doing it to piss him off. To oppose him and provoke him again.
His pride didn't allow him to pursue her. He had already given chase after she had been with that other arsehole. That time Vegeta had explained it away as happenstance in the course of their sparring together. He had no excuse for himself to go to her a second time so instead he chaneled his fury into his training, only stopping long enough to wolf down some food and find that the woman had come around to forgiving him his lack of restraint the other night. It didn't appease him. Nothing appeased him. The woman couldn't still this hunger in him. He didn't want her to still it for him. He wanted that savage little Captain. He wanted her to come to him.
His endless kata as well did nothing to lessen the wroth in him, no matter the many hours he had put in by now. He abandoned it when the beginnings of dawn were distinguishable through the high round windows of the gravity tank, making his way into the silent house where everybody was still sleeping. He halted at the woman's closed bedroom door only for a second. If he introduced her to the violence he had built up by now, it might very well end her for good. He moved on to the bathroom down the hall with a frustrated growl.
As he stood in the shower and looked down to where his cursed cock just wouldn't stay down, he at last reconciled himself to his urges. Even his choice of clothing was premeditated, although he was in fierce denial of this when he pulled on a pair of gi's and a t-shirt. A battle suit would be too much of a ball-ache to remove. He jerked on his boots and left the bedroom that the woman had granted him upon taking him in all those years ago. And he left it through the window. He wasn't even using doors anymore…
Vegeta came into the crisp twilight with singed skin and growled again at the infernal frenzy the little Captain had infected him with. He could still turn back and retain his dignity. He observed with some rejection that he bore a loathsome resemblance to a dog in heat, yet it did not stop him from making his way over to the back compound. He entered and made straight for the office space where he sensed her, asking himself furiously why in the name of bleeding Victory he went out of his way to shut the door to her room behind him without making a sound, yet resumed his ridiculous sneaking anyway and stole over to the futon at the back of the small space.
The little Captain lay naked on her side with her back turned to him, the outrageous abundance of curves that made up her tanned body rising and falling to his view. He was somewhat relieved that she did not stir, was as yet unaware of his presence. He wasn't quite ready to face her and admit his defeat. It was another ploy though, he quickly understood, the little Captain wasn't oblivious of his being there at all. She was a bit too motionless and tensed for it to be true slumber. She had stuck out her round arse just a bit too conveniently for him as well. He could slide himself right up there. More proof that she had drawn him out on purpose. She was ready to go and waiting to collect what she had gained from her manipulations.
Vegeta was willing to play along for now. He wanted it too much. He reckoned she knew that too, but he doubted she realised what it was that she had just brought down on herself. She would find out soon enough.
His clothing proved the right choice because he was rid of them within a heartbeat and slipping against her back on the futon in another. He had come here accepting that he would have to suffer her victory, that she would rub his face in the ground over having him give chase again, but all she did was turn her head to meet him with that fierce exterior, her hard yellowish eyes locking with his. She said nothing. He leaned over her and answered her stare, saying nothing either as he moved his hand up her smooth thigh and to her arse so that he could push her cheeks apart and hold her steady. He aimed his cock at her sex and the drawn out moan she let out while she received him inch by inch was the first thing in this whole bleeding day that did appease him. Some, in any case.
He could smell that thirdclass on her only faintly, she had showered afterwards and smelled of soap and her own absurdly delicate scent. That small tinge of another man on her was still more than enough to reignite his wroth. The little Captain did not object when he rolled them over so that he could dominate her in the same fashion as he had done with the woman that night. The sounds that got lost in the pillow where he had stuffed down her face were those of relish rather than pain and the fiercer he rammed his hips against her arse, the more enthusiastic they became. They should not be stilled. He wanted to hear how eager she was for him so he pulled her head back by her wild hair to set them free. Her ragged puling was very rewarding and more so at the realisation that the two arseholes she commanded would also be able to hear how she enjoyed being fucked by him.
The little Captain was not wounded by his savage assault like the woman had been, there was no smell of blood. She was secreting like mad though, she was dripping with pleasure. She tried to catch his gaze again, her hard eyes now golden and desirous, and she was bending over backwards to manage locking stares again. He repaid her efforts by slipping his hand under her chin and kissing her hungrily, all the while ramping up his ravishment until the tears were running down her face. He licked them away like he had inside the gravity tank, yet he didn't even consider backing down this time around.
Vegeta yanked her arse up and kneeled behind her, his cock never leaving her as he made her come on all fours, forcing her legs wide with his knees to give him the best possible angle for setting loose his fury. He was momentarily dissuaded by her blown up tail snaking into his line of sight. It was throbbing enticingly and crept against his cheek, the fluffy fur tickling his skin as it traced languorously across his face and down his neck. Frustrated that this made him want to abandon his cause, he slapped the tail away with an aggressive growl. It shot right back up in his face. Vegeta grabbed it and trapped it under his hand as he dug his fingers into her waist. He put all his weight on her to submit her fully and forced her waist down, almost snapping her back and making her arse stick up just right.
Soon he was fucking her fast enough to make himself dizzy. She was wailing and raising her power to cope with his fury. He simply gave her more to deal with, everything around him becoming a frenzied blur. It made her come and he let her do it alone. He was far from finished laying claim to her. Her screaming became ecstatic when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her back, binding her tail with it for good measure and using all three as leverage while he worked through his wroth.
The little Captain yielded to him, evidently needing her submissive place as much as he needed to have mastery over her. He pulled her up against his chest so that he could sink his teeth down her shoulder just short of drawing blood, overstating his claim somewhat perhaps. She jolted and keened in her throat. He did it again down the side of her neck and she jolted some more. He roughly rubbed his face in her neck and against her cheek, leaving his scent on her for her and her subordinates to know that she was his now. Then he forced her back down to the bed, granting her the oppression she pined for. He resumed his sacking of the little Captain's magnificently strong and beautiful body, greedily taking everything he wanted from her. She gave it all up without reserve.
His wroth lessened at her willingness and he released her wrists and tail so that he could lean over to engage her in another kiss. Her fingers laced into his hair to keep him there as she kissed him back as lecherously, so positively spilling over with passion for him that it made him abandon his fury altogether. The brutal trashing of his hips became more controlled and unhurried and easier for her to fall into pace with. He gave a low growl of agreement in her hot little mouth at the way she matched him stroke for stroke, growing hypnotized by the inebriating flow of those curvy hips, rolling, grinding, simply made for it.
"You're so fucking awesome." Akane moaned in between the sloppy, wet kisses they were exchanging.
Vegeta nipped at her moist lips. "Keep that in mind the next time your disgusting urges play up. I already told you that I don't share. I want you for myself."
"You keep fucking me this good and I just might remember that." Akane taunted.
Vegeta wanted to both continue kissing her and punch her in the mouth, split by lust and resurfasing frustration at her defiance. She was going to make him work for his dominance and he hated and loved it in equal measure. He snatched her head back by her hair and she whimpered in pain and pleasure.
"I wasn't asking. You are mine." Vegeta forced another kiss on her mewling little mouth. "Never fear. I will fuck you better than this. I will fuck you so good you couldn't forget who you belong to even if you tried."
Akane moved very fast and sudden and dropped herself flat on the futon so that his cock left her. She wasn't fast enough by far. Just as she made to slither out from beneath him, Vegeta pinned her back down, using his body to trap her against the bed. He drove himself back inside her easily, aided by how eager and wet she was. He stuffed her face in the pillow again and this time her screams sounded much more like the objections the woman had made, letting him know that she wasn't going to go down without a fight. He peaked after only a few rough strokes and injected her with his juice, all the while haggling for control with her.
"Do you have something planned for your day, Captain?" Vegeta panted, leaning up on one hand so that he could watch his cock slip up and down in between those round arse cheeks slowly in the aftershocks of his orgasm. His erection still refused to fully leave him. "I have a feeling making you mine is going to take me a while."
He let go of her hair so that she was able to lift her face from the pillow and she snarled, foul tempered once more: "We're supposed to meet up with Kakarot and the brats in the morning."
Vegeta had forgotten about that. Kakarot had something big planned, something Vegeta probably didn't want to miss since it involved the idiot having gone up to Korin Tower for a bag of sensu beans. It wasn't time for that though. Vegeta had hours left to bring the little Captain to heel again.
"Then I'll just have to make due with the time we have left."
Akane was still trying to throw him off of her back with frustrated snarls. It was futile and at length she gave up winded, spitting: "I am not yours."
"No." Vegeta agreed, laughing softly. "But you will be."
She became more pliable when he shifted them so that they were lying sideways in the position where they had started and he tempted her into sharing more sloppy kisses with him. He recommenced the driving of his hips, grinding her slower now, distracted and placated by how sensually that foul little mouth was kissing him back.
"Am I winning you over yet?" Vegeta whispered.
A soft, hoarse laugh rolled from her lips and the sound made his lust surge again. "You are very persistent."
She opened herself up for him lithely, her lean, strong leg rising in the air to reveice him more thoroughly. His arm slipped around her thigh to hold her in place while he gave it to her.
"I am." Vegeta took in her blushing face and grinned down on her. "Winning you over, I mean."
Another hoarse laugh. "And arrogant too."
Vegeta didn't reply. His hands started roaming her gorgeous body to familiarize himself with the places where she was most responsive to his touches. There were the obvious ones like her nipples, tail and the pink silk between her thighs and he left those for what they were, far more interested in the ones that he had yet to discover. In a previous encounter he had already happened upon a spot in her neck just below her ear that made her shiver when he kissed her there and he quickly found that the back of her strong thigh and the hollow of her navel were also very sensitive to his caresses. He expected he needed to avail himself of all those tender spots in his conquest for the dominion of the little Captain.
His exhaustive scout had her squirming with delight under his hands, her wet kisses turning to pleas for release and Vegeta smirked in silent victory as he wrangled her into submission once more.