Oopps : I forgot the disclaimer. they aren't mine, folks !
Warning: there is some citrus here !
Two hours later, I had finished my task and prepared myself mentally for the meeting with the prince. I called the best Italian restaurant in town and ordered enough food to feed a high-school class, hoping it was enough for Vegeta. I put on some jeans and a blue tube ( I couldn't make it too obvious now, could I ? ) and went into the balcony, staring at the GR and waiting for Him to get out.
When he did get out, he looked quite tired and satisfied at the same time. That was good, I thought, as a rushed down the stairs. If he is a little tires my chances of having bruises or something like that were scarcer. And the good mood, so unfamiliar in relation to him, would help too.
My rush towards the kitchen was stopped however, by the ring of the doorbell. Perfect timing, food was here ! I asked the delivery boys to help me put the food in the kitchen and one of them said something about how cool it was to throw a party . " A very private party", I thought to myself, my nervousness returning with the site of the object of my desires. He stood at the table, sweaty and shirtless with murder written all over his face. Hm, what's new ?
The boys fled the kitchen so fast, that I had no time to give them tips. I set the table and smiled a little. I was nervous, even somebody without any sense of observation could tell. I had learned from Goku that Saiyans had far more developed senses, especially the smell ( then I understood how Son-Kun could smell food from miles !), so I was sure that Vegeta too knew the way I was feeling.
Still he kept on eating without paying me any attention. I guessed he assumed that my special condition were related to what I've come to call "the kitchen incident" . In fact, it was the first time I was so close to him since then. All my staring had taken place from a safe distance, preferably with other people around.
"Hm", I coughed trying to catch his attention, "Vegeta?"
He gave me a cold look.
" I was wondering . about that thing in my kitchen ."
He raised a brow, quizzically.
"Please, don't do that again ! We like to consider ourselves civilised people around here. Y'know, we left the forests a long, long time ago ."
This time I got an answer, although not the one I wanted. ( an apology would have been good -yeah, keep on dreaming girl ! )
" Are you implying I am not civilised ?" he retorted in a husky voice that sent shivers up my spine.
'Great, he's mad.just what I've wanted! "
"Nnooo..I'm sure you're very civilised for you society " ( a bunch of bloody apes that live to kill ! and have a head only to prevent rain from entering their necks )
He hmmed and returned to eating.
"You see today is a holiday on Earth !"
"Servant woman !" he barked, "how is that my concern ? I could care less. Although." he smirked darkly "you should celebrate your time lefty, because soon all this pathetic planet will be just a bad memory."
I decided to ignore the last sentence.
"Well, you see my parents are on a second honeymoon, and that only leave the two of us to spend Challenge Day."
He didn't say a thing but I could tell I got his attention.
"You see, tradition demands that you challenge somebody on this day. and if you are not up to the chilling, then you must obey the other person for a month. And, since you're the only person that I could challenge ."
"What makes you think I want to play your little game ? What challenge could you possible offer me?"
" Some of them are pretty though. You see, there are one hundred possible challenges and they are all written on pieces of paper and put into a hat. Then you must pick one and do what it says." I explained my made-up holiday ( all right reserved to Bulma@comp. )
He made a gesture that signified "you are insignificant but because I am bored I will indulge in your pathetic tradition" and I happily presented him the hat.
He eyed it suspiciously and extracted a piece of paper. His lips curled into a smirk as he said:
"You are indeed as ugly and as unattractive as they get. You have no muscles and no tail. Still a challenge is a challenge. After all, I could close my eyes while I fuck you !"
That being said, he lift up from the chair, and walked towards me. I remember backing up and regretting the day I had seem Trunks' picture and cursing the moment I had come up with that stupid plan. He just looked so dangerous as he came slowly towards me. I think the sadistic bastard was enjoying himself, watching me going into panic. I summoned up all my courage and looked him in the eye. Those black eyes, which seemed to burn holes into me.they seemed so depthless and uncaring. He looked like a big cat about to catch a tiny, helpless mouse.
"Wh..hat does it say ? " I manage to say, trying to stop my shaking and still backing up.
"Have sex with the nearest person !" he recited, still advancing towards me, never tearing the gaze upon me.
"Uuuhhh, really ? " I asked trying my best to appear surprised, although I had spent some serious time writing this sentence down on one hundred pieces of paper.
My kitchen was the size of Goku's house and still I found myself thinking hysterically that I needed a bigger one, as my back came in contact with the wall. Shit, I had nowhere to go.at that point the only thing in my mind was to get out of there and quickly. I was scared stiff and had one major wish: to vanish. I could care less about my unconceived baby or my virginity. Right there, I was quite determined never to be a mom and to give up any hope of orgasm.
"Look" I improvised " we don't have to do that. Really, it' ok . nobody will ever know". Kami, I almost told him that he should try another challenge, but I remembered that all of them had the same things on.
"Hm , really . I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I don't back down ! You've started this, and now I will finish." He said in a deadly tone, that, I assumed, he used whenever he was closed to whipping a planet.
'Great, just what I needed right now to remember his "career". '
I bolted towards the door on the wall to my right, and I felt relief when I touched the knob on the door. ' I did it, I escaped' was my happy thought, relief pouring through my body. ' I am too ugly, he gave up.' I sighted, finally remembering that the door was opening the opposite way. I must have been quite a site, as I was trying fanatically to open the door.
Then, all became a whoosh as I was flung through the air and my back made a very hard connection with the wall. The air was pushed out of my lungs by the force of the impact. Vegeta titled his head and looked at me detachedly, as if I were some strange thing he met for the first time.
I had somehow remembered that I had hands and that I had attached to them the best weapon of a woman : fingernails. So, I started pushing him away and clawing him. He never broke his gaze on me as he lifted him hands and put them on my sides. That somehow made me feel more cornered, so my futile attempts amplified.
"Let me go !" I screamed, "Let me go, you big, ugly monkey !" In fact, he was only a few inches taller than me, but right then he seemed to be a giant.
His body was so close to mine that I could practicably feel his body heat. It made my toes curl. I opened my mouth to utter a dead-awakening scream, but I never got the chance, as he leaned closer and kisses me, his tongue pushing forcefully into my mouth. I made a sobbing sound as he deepened the kiss, and I felt his hands on my tights. He took some steps back, pulling me with him.
Then, one hand grabbed the belt on my jeans and pulled my pelvis hard into his, letting me know that he was ready to get to business. Meanwhile his other hand had captured my wrists and held them behind my back. I squirmed as he drove his hand into my jeans, reaching under my panties. His fingers slid between my folds and started rubbing gently, waking up a strange heat in my loins. His mouth finally left mine, and he started licking the sensitive spot below my ear. I found myself moaning and enjoying myself.
Still, I somehow managed to moan out a "Vegeta, please stop !"
If anything, his efforts increased. The hand that held my wrists captive let go and buried itself in my hair, pulling it back. I had to arch my back to stop the pain. I was ready to ask him to stop, when his mouth reached my breast and started sucking on it through the top. I felt one of his fingers slip into me and I tried to tell him to stop, but then I realised I didn't want him too. Then, my coherent thinking stop and I cried out as the waves of orgasm swept me over. My legs gave out and I found out that the only thing supporting me was Vegeta's arm. He lifted the unashamed finger to his lips and licked it thoughtfully.
"Now" he said in a harsh tone "let's get down to serious business", just before claiming my lips with his.
The world around me started trembling and crushing down.
Warning: there is some citrus here !
Two hours later, I had finished my task and prepared myself mentally for the meeting with the prince. I called the best Italian restaurant in town and ordered enough food to feed a high-school class, hoping it was enough for Vegeta. I put on some jeans and a blue tube ( I couldn't make it too obvious now, could I ? ) and went into the balcony, staring at the GR and waiting for Him to get out.
When he did get out, he looked quite tired and satisfied at the same time. That was good, I thought, as a rushed down the stairs. If he is a little tires my chances of having bruises or something like that were scarcer. And the good mood, so unfamiliar in relation to him, would help too.
My rush towards the kitchen was stopped however, by the ring of the doorbell. Perfect timing, food was here ! I asked the delivery boys to help me put the food in the kitchen and one of them said something about how cool it was to throw a party . " A very private party", I thought to myself, my nervousness returning with the site of the object of my desires. He stood at the table, sweaty and shirtless with murder written all over his face. Hm, what's new ?
The boys fled the kitchen so fast, that I had no time to give them tips. I set the table and smiled a little. I was nervous, even somebody without any sense of observation could tell. I had learned from Goku that Saiyans had far more developed senses, especially the smell ( then I understood how Son-Kun could smell food from miles !), so I was sure that Vegeta too knew the way I was feeling.
Still he kept on eating without paying me any attention. I guessed he assumed that my special condition were related to what I've come to call "the kitchen incident" . In fact, it was the first time I was so close to him since then. All my staring had taken place from a safe distance, preferably with other people around.
"Hm", I coughed trying to catch his attention, "Vegeta?"
He gave me a cold look.
" I was wondering . about that thing in my kitchen ."
He raised a brow, quizzically.
"Please, don't do that again ! We like to consider ourselves civilised people around here. Y'know, we left the forests a long, long time ago ."
This time I got an answer, although not the one I wanted. ( an apology would have been good -yeah, keep on dreaming girl ! )
" Are you implying I am not civilised ?" he retorted in a husky voice that sent shivers up my spine.
'Great, he's mad.just what I've wanted! "
"Nnooo..I'm sure you're very civilised for you society " ( a bunch of bloody apes that live to kill ! and have a head only to prevent rain from entering their necks )
He hmmed and returned to eating.
"You see today is a holiday on Earth !"
"Servant woman !" he barked, "how is that my concern ? I could care less. Although." he smirked darkly "you should celebrate your time lefty, because soon all this pathetic planet will be just a bad memory."
I decided to ignore the last sentence.
"Well, you see my parents are on a second honeymoon, and that only leave the two of us to spend Challenge Day."
He didn't say a thing but I could tell I got his attention.
"You see, tradition demands that you challenge somebody on this day. and if you are not up to the chilling, then you must obey the other person for a month. And, since you're the only person that I could challenge ."
"What makes you think I want to play your little game ? What challenge could you possible offer me?"
" Some of them are pretty though. You see, there are one hundred possible challenges and they are all written on pieces of paper and put into a hat. Then you must pick one and do what it says." I explained my made-up holiday ( all right reserved to Bulma@comp. )
He made a gesture that signified "you are insignificant but because I am bored I will indulge in your pathetic tradition" and I happily presented him the hat.
He eyed it suspiciously and extracted a piece of paper. His lips curled into a smirk as he said:
"You are indeed as ugly and as unattractive as they get. You have no muscles and no tail. Still a challenge is a challenge. After all, I could close my eyes while I fuck you !"
That being said, he lift up from the chair, and walked towards me. I remember backing up and regretting the day I had seem Trunks' picture and cursing the moment I had come up with that stupid plan. He just looked so dangerous as he came slowly towards me. I think the sadistic bastard was enjoying himself, watching me going into panic. I summoned up all my courage and looked him in the eye. Those black eyes, which seemed to burn holes into me.they seemed so depthless and uncaring. He looked like a big cat about to catch a tiny, helpless mouse.
"Wh..hat does it say ? " I manage to say, trying to stop my shaking and still backing up.
"Have sex with the nearest person !" he recited, still advancing towards me, never tearing the gaze upon me.
"Uuuhhh, really ? " I asked trying my best to appear surprised, although I had spent some serious time writing this sentence down on one hundred pieces of paper.
My kitchen was the size of Goku's house and still I found myself thinking hysterically that I needed a bigger one, as my back came in contact with the wall. Shit, I had nowhere to go.at that point the only thing in my mind was to get out of there and quickly. I was scared stiff and had one major wish: to vanish. I could care less about my unconceived baby or my virginity. Right there, I was quite determined never to be a mom and to give up any hope of orgasm.
"Look" I improvised " we don't have to do that. Really, it' ok . nobody will ever know". Kami, I almost told him that he should try another challenge, but I remembered that all of them had the same things on.
"Hm , really . I am the Prince of all Saiyans! I don't back down ! You've started this, and now I will finish." He said in a deadly tone, that, I assumed, he used whenever he was closed to whipping a planet.
'Great, just what I needed right now to remember his "career". '
I bolted towards the door on the wall to my right, and I felt relief when I touched the knob on the door. ' I did it, I escaped' was my happy thought, relief pouring through my body. ' I am too ugly, he gave up.' I sighted, finally remembering that the door was opening the opposite way. I must have been quite a site, as I was trying fanatically to open the door.
Then, all became a whoosh as I was flung through the air and my back made a very hard connection with the wall. The air was pushed out of my lungs by the force of the impact. Vegeta titled his head and looked at me detachedly, as if I were some strange thing he met for the first time.
I had somehow remembered that I had hands and that I had attached to them the best weapon of a woman : fingernails. So, I started pushing him away and clawing him. He never broke his gaze on me as he lifted him hands and put them on my sides. That somehow made me feel more cornered, so my futile attempts amplified.
"Let me go !" I screamed, "Let me go, you big, ugly monkey !" In fact, he was only a few inches taller than me, but right then he seemed to be a giant.
His body was so close to mine that I could practicably feel his body heat. It made my toes curl. I opened my mouth to utter a dead-awakening scream, but I never got the chance, as he leaned closer and kisses me, his tongue pushing forcefully into my mouth. I made a sobbing sound as he deepened the kiss, and I felt his hands on my tights. He took some steps back, pulling me with him.
Then, one hand grabbed the belt on my jeans and pulled my pelvis hard into his, letting me know that he was ready to get to business. Meanwhile his other hand had captured my wrists and held them behind my back. I squirmed as he drove his hand into my jeans, reaching under my panties. His fingers slid between my folds and started rubbing gently, waking up a strange heat in my loins. His mouth finally left mine, and he started licking the sensitive spot below my ear. I found myself moaning and enjoying myself.
Still, I somehow managed to moan out a "Vegeta, please stop !"
If anything, his efforts increased. The hand that held my wrists captive let go and buried itself in my hair, pulling it back. I had to arch my back to stop the pain. I was ready to ask him to stop, when his mouth reached my breast and started sucking on it through the top. I felt one of his fingers slip into me and I tried to tell him to stop, but then I realised I didn't want him too. Then, my coherent thinking stop and I cried out as the waves of orgasm swept me over. My legs gave out and I found out that the only thing supporting me was Vegeta's arm. He lifted the unashamed finger to his lips and licked it thoughtfully.
"Now" he said in a harsh tone "let's get down to serious business", just before claiming my lips with his.
The world around me started trembling and crushing down.