Flame in the Darkness
an interested prince
By Saiyan Wench
Author's note: This chapter is probably the most graphic. I didn't rate it R because I didn't go into as much detail as I could have in certain parts. If anyone finds this too intense for a PG13 rating please review saying so and I'll change it to R. Thanx
Mayta squirmed in vain as her attacked tightened his grip around her tiny frame. She pushed her ki to a new level, with still no avail. She growled in frustration.
Vegeta leaned in closer to the young girl and inhaled deeply into her hair. Her scent must have been pleasing because his next action was to coil his tail around her waist. A smirk grew on his lips as he closed his eyes and lowered his head to her shoulder.
"You intrigue me, little one." He whispered into her ears. His warm breath tickled her neck. She thrashed violently, her ki soared to a level she had not experienced before yet the prince held her, still.
"YOU FUCKIN BASTARD OF A-"
His hushed, taunting, voice cut her off. "What?….Prince?" He leaned in closer to her ear and nipped it. The pain made Mayta struggle a bit more. "Your prince." He added.
Mayta's eyes darted back to his direction. "That may be, but I have no interest in you." She growled.
The prince's tail tightened and began creeping lower. Coiling and slithering like a snake, to her lower half. "I find you VERY interesting…" His tail began to invade her more as he began to nibble on the base of her neck. The intrusion sent shivers down the girl's spine and forced her tail hairs to stand on end.
That was the final straw, Mayta suddenly jammed her elbow into the male Saiyan's stomach. Vegeta was greatly caught off guard and loosened his grip. That split second was all Mayta needed to free herself. She blurred free and stood before him in a full defensive stance. Ki whirled around her as her hair moved with it's flow. "Out of honor for the Vegetan Empire, I am giving you this last chance to leave!" Mayta growled fiercely. Her teeth bore and her eyes slitted as she spoke. Her first reaction would have been to maim him so badly he would never touch her again, but she would have been forever dishonored. C'mon and attack you stupid PRICK! Mayta's mind cursed. She hated waiting for his reaction.
Prince Vegeta was bent over and kneeling on the ground before her. He slowly stood back up trying to hide the pain he was experiencing. NO one has EVER defied me in such a way!!!! That little BITCH! He thought. His smirk became ever more present on his face as his mind whispered. Interesting….
Mayta, seeing him rise, forced her ki level even higher. "YOU HERE ME?!?!?" She screamed at him.
Vegeta stood tall and ignored her as he began slowly walking toward her.
Mayta sent a ki blast directly at his head, which he deflected easily. It was absorbed by the walls of the room. (Saiyan chambers are built to absorb power instead of deflect them) Mayta sent another, which he caught and threw back at her. She deflected it and it too was absorbed.
Vegeta stopped. He suddenly began laughing; his laugh soon grew to a roar.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT?!!!!" Mayta screamed.
"Don't you realize what an honor it is to be chosen by me?" The prince replied darkly.
"…" Mayta gritted her teeth.
"I have women battling over me!!! And here I am, in your chamber."
"Why aren't you in one of their's!?!" She spat back.
Vegeta chuckled then blurred in front of her. He was inches from her face. Mayta barely blinked. She only deepened her expression as her fist flung at his face. The prince caught it with a smirk, but was hit by her other fist. He grabbed her other arm with an irritated growl and pinned the two wrists tightly together. He violently pulled her to him. His tail coiled high around her left thigh as he did so. With her left leg restrained, kicking him with the other proved futile as she found she couldn't raise her right one high enough to do inflict the damage she intended. She wriggled in his grasps once again. His prince smiled and replied "I desire a peach that has not been tasted." His tail tightened and coiled higher up her leg. Mayta had to think as to what he was implying.
"You're SICK!" She spat as she wriggled. She jammed her right leg into his, but found no reaction.
Then prince chuckled. "Silly little brat!" He forced her closer. "You do realize that if you please me, I may keep you on as a full time concubine."
"Grrrr…"
"It is a great honor you know…" Vegeta said with a smirk. "You may even bare me my heir if you prove sufficient."
Mayta unleashed the all of her energy, "NEVER!" She freed an arm and delivered a blow to Vegeta's jaw. Doing so only enraged him; he threw the girl to her nest and ripped off his armor. Mayta tried getting back up but he was soon on top off her. He tore off her armor and suit. She thrashed and kicked at him as he did so. He restrained her arms and kissed her neck, licking and nibbling wherever it suited him. With his tail and legs he forced her open and had her.
Mayta lay beneath the sleeping prince, still, about an hour later. He had gone out cold for at least 20 minutes after he had finished. She learned about half-way through that her resistances only fueled him. Too late now… She cursed. The pain of torn flesh ached from inside her, yet it was nothing compared to sickening brand he had left on her. The sleeping Saiyan began to snore. Mayta's irritation had reached its peak so she threw him off her and walks to her bathroom. Vegeta fell to the ground with a –THUMP-. The noise was satisfying to Mayta but she turned back anyway to see if he awoke. The prince only muttered something about his " damn broken spar room" and drifted back to his snoring. Mayta threw a pillow at him and continued to the washroom. In the mirror was a reflection of a loser. On her neck she bore the sign a domination; a Saiyan bite mark. I used to be a warrior…Warriors are not dominated. She thought bitterly. She fixed her hair so it covered the wound slightly, but the prince had placed it well, it could still be seen if she turned her head. Mayta glared at her reflection. Then turned her glare to the snoring asshole in her nest. She could probably kill him now…she could probably still leave…would he hunt her? Would he forget about her? Warriors don't flee…. The youth looked on at her prince as she wondered what to do next.