Chapter 19. Rejection

Vegeta kept messing up his kata. He couldn't keep focus. That bleeding idiot! Where did he get the fucking nerve? A grim smile touched his lips. He should have beaten Kakarot into a bloody pulp when he came here schooling him on honesty and what not, but Vegeta couldn't help feel that the idiot was at least partially right. It was none of his fucking business nonetheless and Vegeta hoped that Kakarot would have difficulty seeing with that eye for a long time.

He didn't need to be enlightened. Of course he couldn't stay at the CC, especially now that he had put his son in Akane. For one, the woman wouldn't have it and besides that, his savage little concubine probably wouldn't accept it either. It was just asking for trouble. Even if his relations with the woman had never grown out to real commitment, she was probably going to feel betrayed by him. She had grown used to him seeking out no one but her and she had mistaken it for loyalty. To him it had simply been too much of a bother to find yet another woman that couldn't match his urges. He had important goals to attain on this planet so he hadn't wasted time on it. And she had sufficed. At least until the fierce little Captain had awakened him.

He hadn't done anything wrong either, not from his viewpoint in any case. He was Saiyajin. These things were just different for him. In the fashion of their people he had every right to fuck Akane, get her fat with child and do whatever else he wanted with her. And he could think of several things he wanted to do with her. Things he could never do to the woman, didn't want to do to her either. If he was going to be loyal, it would be to the warrior goddess, not to the lesser being he had settled for in lieu of someone more compatible. Even if he had fathered two children on her.

He still should have had this conversation with the woman days ago. He had planned to go to her this morning, but she was already out with their daughter when he went looking for her. And also, in all honesty, he had been putting it off. There had been opportunities enough to tell the woman. Getting all this out in the open meant she would kick him out and make him leave his children behind. He wasn't looking forward to that. It would work out with Trunks, but Bra would really be out of his reach once he left the CC. The woman kept her from him enough as it was. If he hadn't the chance to seek out his daughter in the house while the woman was otherwise occupied, he very possibly wouldn't get to see her at all once he left.

And where could they go when they left this place? He had nothing to offer his little concubine. It was dishonouring that a Prince had so little to call his own. Akane had been so very furious when he refused to take her to his bed last night. He understood that she had rights to that since he put his son in her. He didn't have a bed to take her to. Nothing up in that house belonged to him. She kept forgetting that they weren't on Vegetasei.

Vegeta was drawn out of his kata again when he sensed his little concubine's fluctuating ki out in the CC grounds. She had finally woken up. Rousing this morning with her drooling down his neck had probably been one of the best things that had happened to him in a long time. He had decided then and there that he would never have it another way again. Waking up to that fierce face and strong, soft body was something he wanted to do every day.

Vegeta scanned his little concubine thoroughly with his senses. Her fever was higher than it had been when he left her this morning and it troubled him, even if she said that it was quite normal. That he had given her such a thorough beating beforehand hadn't really helped matters either. There was only so much a person could take. Even Saiyajins had their limits and she was well on her way to reaching hers it seemed.

Kakarot's suppressed ki was out there as well, drawing nearer to Akane's.

"…okay? You look awful!" Vegeta heard the idiot's happy voice outside exclaim.

"Stop trying to appeal to my ego, Kakarot." was Akane's snarled answer.

Vegeta snickered. Even in this state her witticisms came to her readily. Her vigour was a notable trait. His attention was diverted away from their conversation to the small ki she carried with her. He instantly grew completely absorbed in reading it. He was perplexed to sense that it had grown that bit stronger yet again. He knew it, he already said it: their offspring would be legendary. Not even a day old and already having a battle power to match that scarfaced weakling the woman fucked. What was his name again? Right, Yamcha. Vegeta growled a laugh. That was just priceless.

He was dragged back into the conversation outside when he heard the idiot asking: "…don't you love him? You're having his baby."

"Love?" her rough laugh ringed in Vegeta's ears. "Love is for the weak. I am a warrior. The only thing that matters to me is gaining strength. What good will love do you in battle?"

Did she mean that? But that blinding smile she had given him, the one that made him realise that he never wanted to leave her side again. And those touches, the way she had caressed his face last night and went out of her way to exchange scents with him. Wasn't all that prove that she at least felt something resembling the feelings he was developing for her? Even if she told him she hated him right after that? He was made for her. She said it herself.

"I have no use for love." Akane's rough voice echoed from outside.

Vegeta wished that this didn't affect him in the way it did, made him feel so exposed and ready to come apart. He couldn't quite shake it off. He had never felt anything even close to what he felt for his little concubine. This was probably the closest thing to love he would ever come and to hear her say that she had no use for it...

Vegeta was about to storm out of the gravity-tank when the conversation outside took a turn he didn't fancy at all.

"... going to instant transmit me to that gorgeous hotel or what?" his little concubine asked.

What the fuck was going on out there? What fucking hotel?

"Sure, let's go."

Vegeta sensed them disappear and it took him all his might to remain where he was. He was the Prince of Saiyajins. He would not follow after them like some love-sick dog and make a fool of himself. Not yet, anyway! She wouldn't do it. He knew her too well by now. Even if her feelings for him weren't as strong as his, being his concubine didn't allow her to have it away with that fuck-nut.

He sensed them pop up somewhere in Satan City. The idiot's firstborn was there and that retard Mister Satan. Vegeta's hand fell away from the panel next to the gravity tank's door. So that was the hotel. They were just going to scarf out at that all you can eat buffet in the retard's hotel. Vegeta let out a strangled laugh. Bleeding hell, he really needed to get a grip.

He rubbed his face and took in his previous pose to continue his kata. Even so his ki subconsciously lingered watchfully at a certain spot in Satan-city and he didn't let go again until his little concubine was transmitted safely back to the CC and Kakarot disappeared to somewhere else. He shoved all his surroundings out forcefully and applied himself to his training. Now where was he with this fucking kata?

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Akane stood outside of the back compound feeling a bit better. Pigging out at that gorgeous hotel did her good. She was satiated now and very sleepy. The fever had dropped to a point where she could see straight again and the simple act of walking didn't consume all of her energy. Even her smarting shoulder felt a bit better.

Hanging out with Kakarot had been fun as well. He was so disarmingly guileless and full of childly spirit. He was also an idiot like the Prince so often pointed out, and that somehow also enhanced his boyish charm. Akane saw some of Turles' traits in Kakarot, although her Airman First Class was a lot more feral and hardened. They did share their good looks with that winning smile and also that foolish sense of humor. Turles wasn't half as light-hearted as Kakarot was though. That figured considering the things he had been through. His heart was as heavy as hers while Kakarot's was light and filled with love. Akane liked to believe that maybe Turles would manage to be that way again some day. Unburdened and carefree. The Sweet Mother knew he deserved it.

They didn't talk about it, but Akane knew her men were also haunted by the memories of their enslavement. It was something in their eyes she couldn't put her finger to. It was just there. She also knew that the Prince was marred by his past. It was in his eyes too. He spent a good part of his life serving under Frieza and Akane could imagine it wouldn't have been that different from their time with Cold. For all she knew it could have been much worse. From the one time she had met Frieza it became clear that the sadism of Cold certainly hadn't skipped a generation.

Such suffering their kind had been put through. Where was the justice? There was none. They were alone, battling their demons on their own without hopes or purpose or even a place to call home. Earth was a foreign planet inhabited by a weak race. It was nothing like home. And this fucking compound? Akane wouldn't want to be caught dead in it.

Wonderful, more morbid thoughts.

She spotted the main woman coming up the walkway to the house. That puny Earthling wandering around all alone? Without a soul around to disturb them? How very unfortunate for her that opportunism happened to be one of Akane's many traits. Their confrontation had been coming a while now. Yes, this was sure to help lift her spirits. A malicious grin touched her face. It was time for some fun.