A Loose Affair
Part Two
In all honesty, he never thought he'd see her again. After their two weeks affair had ended, he said goodbye and wasn't planning to return, yet the moment he got a chance to visit this planet, he finds himself at her place, lips hot on hers, fists clenched tight on her nightdress, ready to rip it apart as he mindlessly pushes her body with his own.
She falls on the bed with him on top. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you again," she pants when he pulls apart, delicate yet strong fingers fumbling with his armor.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you again either." Or that you'd let me, he thinks but doesn't voice. He concludes their short conversation when he moves his head to the crook of her neck, licking and sucking the skin there, deriving needy moans from her lips, his hands moving to aggressively knead her full breasts, he pinches a stiff nipple and she gasps.
He feels her pulse accelerating, her hands tugging on the hem of his armor and he's in a rush, he gets up and pulls the armor over his head and she reaches up to assist in taking off his spandex shirt. "Why do you have to wear such tight clothes?"
Kakarot throws her a wink. "They look good on me." And stops to catch his breath as Chichi skims the tips of her fingers across the hard muscles, dips her head to run her tongue along his ripped stomach, her sultry eyes gazing up at him, her tongue drags lower until she's pulling his pants down and his cock sprints free. He runs his fingers through her hair as her pink muscle circles around his head forcing a groan from his lips when she starts to suck and get as much of inside as she can. "Yeah" he breathes, "Get all of it inside that mouth of yours…"
Mouth, he briefly contemplates; honestly, this kind of foreplay isn't common among Saiyans, or any other race he had fornicated with, but he's glad Chichi had decided to show him what he's been missing out on.
Kakarot closes his eyes and throws his head back, her ministrations felt wonderful but he has to stop it before he completely loses himself.
He's pulling her up for a kiss, messy and urgent with hands in her hair, bringing her back on the bed. He brings a finger to her slit. Satisfied by how wet it is, and doesn't waste any more time, he pushes in and it goes in smoothly enough.
Few thrusts and she's writhing beneath him, few more and he's following suit…
Chichi lay on her massive bed watching him as he gets back into his armor. "You're leaving already?"
"Yeah," he says, wearing his spandex top, "I'm not supposed to be here."
She raises a brow. "Then why are you here?"
"Earth was on my way," he turns to smirk at her, "and I couldn't pass up on a good cunt."
Her cheeks gain a pink tint, and it's always amusing to see her embarrassed by his choices of words, even after everything they did. "That's a nice look on you, show me more of it next time."
"Hoh, confident, are we? What makes you think there's going to be a 'next time'?"
He returns only to plant a quick peck on her lips and smile slyly at her. "Judging by the way you screamed my name, I think my chances are pretty good."
She blushes again and he wears his scouter and heads for the open window where he first came in.
"Kakarot," chichi calls behind him, the corner of her lips curving softly, "don't be a stranger, okay?"
He smirks and takes flight.
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The first person to greet him as he arrives back on the base on one of Frieza's planets was his brother, Raditz.
"You're a day late, Kakarot," his brother informs, sitting in front of him in the mess hall as he eats.
"I am aware."
Raditz takes a piece of meat from his tray. "Well, you were supposed to be here yesterday, where did you go and not answer the telecoms?"
He snatches it back before his brother gets to eat it and throws it in his mouth. "Earth."
"Earth?" Raditz quirks an eyebrow. "That's quite the detour."
"It's not a problem, is it?" he's certain it isn't a problem, they were scheduled to go on an unofficial mission yesterday, he goes on some of those with Raditz for the extra commissions (to be more precise it's Raditz that drags him along), They can afford to be a day or two late.
"It isn't. But what you got on earth?" his brother persists, leaning in closer, looking suspiciously at him. He probably thinks it's for an interesting reason, a one he might want to benefit from too.
"Pussy," was Kakarot's curt response.
His disappointment is immediate, he rubs the bridge of his nose and leans back in his seat. "Must be some puss…"
"You have no idea…" His scouter beeps and he presses the button on the side, a message shows up, the content makes him silent, stunned and disbelieving all at once. He looks at his brother who eyes him curiously.
"What?"
"I just got summoned by the prince."
Raditz is instantly on his toes. "Like the prince of all Saiyans?!"
"Like prince Vegeta himself."
"No fucking way! Gimme that!" Raditz snatches his scouter to check for himself and once he reads the message he falls back into the chair, mouth agape. "There must be a mistake."
"There's no mistake!" Annoyed, Kakarot takes his scouter back and places it on his ear, takes one last bite of his food, grabs his gloves, and heads out, he says on his way out, "Sorry, Rad, looks like I'm gonna have to take a raincheck on that mission of yours."
But before he takes even one step outside of the mess-hall, he feels himself put in a chokehold, his brother whispering in his ear, "well, you're in luck, the planet we're supposed to purge is just on the way to planet Vegeta."
He delivers a few elbows towards his brother's mid-section which much to his chagrin only result in the tightening of his chokehold, making it almost hard to breathe. "Can't be late for our prince," he struggles out.
"Sorry, lil bro, but I don't give a fuck, I'm not about to lose this mission just because you decided to fuck some chick on earth."
Raditz was right, if he hadn't decided to go to Chichi when he did they'd already be on their way to the designated planet, and knowing his brother, he won't let him go even if it meant putting him in a bad place with the prince. He taps his brother's arm and he lets go. Kakarot breathes. "Fine but we gotta make it quick."
"As quick as your last fuck."
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True to their word, they purge the planet in less than a day as the planet was relatively small and the inhabitants were so weak, he feels sorry for going on a rampage to kill them as fast as he did, yet he still arrived at the nick of time.
The hallway he stood at the wall of, bustled with passersby, all of which eyed him disdainfully, probably wondering why a Saiyan like him was amongst them first-class, but there was too much jittery excitement in him to ignore their vexing looks and also because he was honestly used to it anyway.
He was still in a state of disbelief, the prince of all Saiyans had summoned him for whatever reason. A mere third-class Saiyan like him, the prince, he'd never thought he'd get the chance, at least not with his father's reputation…
A beep on his scouter telling him to get in, he does. Inside the large white chamber the prince in a red cape had his back to him, trying to map something on the charts, his presence heavy and confining. Next to him stood a hulking Saiyan he recognized as Nappa, Raditz' companion of the sort, as the former considers himself a class above the rest (Which wasn't entirely untrue as he was a second class Saiyan back then but due to his battle prowess and his new position as the princes' guard he was upgraded to first) but he was loud and obnoxious and Kakarot never liked him. Unfortunately, unlike the prince, Nappa was facing him and looked like he's also wondering why someone like him is here.
He clears his throat. "You've summoned me, my prince," he says too tensely and then tries to correct, "Your highness?"
Nappa snickers.
Prince Vegeta finally turns.
Kakarot had actually never seen the prince up close, always from afar, but now that he can make out his sharp features, the striking resemblance to his father, the king, was true to the rumors much like he does to his own, except the prince was a lot shorter.
And yet, the prince held himself high, his eyebrows lowered, his nose flared, and royal condescendence oozing of his every pore, Kakarot is fighting every fiber of his being to withhold himself from tapping the button on his scouter.
"Hey," Nappa calls, "haven't I seen you before?"
What an idiot.
"Oh, yeah, you're Raditz's kid brother." He smirks at him then turns to face the prince. "Hey, Prince, what do you want from a guy like him? He's a lowlife third-class and he's that lunatic, Bardock's son!"
Kakarot was a little surprised by the carefree behavior of Nappa towards the prince, and by the way the prince looked like he wanted to smash his head into a wall, he didn't seem to like it either.
"You can leave us, Nappa," the prince barks. The burly Saiyan tries to protest but is immediately silenced. "Now."
It was Kakarot's turn to smirk at the glaring Saiyan on his way out.
As soon as Nappa leaves, he kneels on one knee and places his hand on his heart, looking down. "It's an honor to be in your presence, sir… sire!"
The prince grimaces, and he's wondering if he's overdoing it. It's not his fault, he's never been in the presence of the royal family.
"Rise, Saiyan."
He's quick to stand on his feet, his body at full attention.
Prince Vegeta folds his arms around his torso. "Well, Kakarot, is it?"
"Yes, sire."
"I'm going to be brief. I'm assigning you to join me on a mission," the prince informs in a no-nonsense tone which results in the rapid blinking of his eyes. Did he hear him right? "Me?"
"Yes." The prince raises an annoyed brow.
"But surely you'd want someone of the higher class with you…?" he treads, wanting to ascertain.
"Do you want me to do that?" Vegeta challenges. And Kakarot hastily shakes his head, his body prickles with well-concealed excitement. Why was he so surprised? he's finally getting the recognition he so fairly deserves, the prince must've heard of his good purging record, that's why he wants him by his side, this is a leap by all counts, he's moving up in the ranks.
"No, of course not. where to, my prince?"
"Earth."
As quick as it came, his flush of elation drain out of him; Kakarot finds himself one step closer to the prince. "Earth?! We're going to purge earth?!" what was the prince thinking? No way they can pull a purge on that planet; earth has formidable warriors, warriors that had proved their supremacy to both the Saiyans and the PTO. Rumor has it that their genetically engineered soldiers are stronger than the monster, Frieza himself. Has prince Vegeta gone mad?"
"Learn your place, third class." Vegeta's eyes narrow making Kakarot gulp down a load of nervousness and step back, then as if to reassure him the prince says, "It's not a purging mission."
"oh... May I ask what kind of mission, my prince?"
"You may not," he replies in a gruff, sharp manner, "in fact you will not interfere with anything I do, you will answer once called and stand guard until I say otherwise."
"Yes… sire."
"We leave in three hours, prepare whatever you need."
"Yes, sire," by the time he says this, Vegeta had already returned to his fiddling with the charts, Kakarot thinks that he's probably done with him so he sets to leave, stopping by the door at the sound of the prince's voice—
"And Kakarot, this mission is of utmost confidentiality, tell anyone and you'll wish you hadn't," he turns, his eyes presenting raw malice, "am I making myself clear?"
A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, he nods. "Noted..."
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The mission Kakarot had thought to be grand turned out exactly the opposite, in fact, there wasn't much for him to do other than stand around while the prince finishes his secret meetings with the blue-haired earthling woman. Bulma Pants was her name? he wasn't sure, but he got the inclination that she was someone of high stature from what it seems.
But at least he had figured out why he was picked (and it wasn't because of his outstanding purging record). No. Kakarot was the least likely to suspicion, the least likely to be a spy for the PTO. He was just that, the least likely to be anything significant. Once he had figured that out, it aggravated and upset him beyond belief, he deserves more credit than what he gets just because he's Bardock's son. hell, he was smart enough to realize that the prince was scheming something with that woman, something that's serious enough to change history, yet he was treated as a fool of a Saiyan that would never amount to anything.
He exhales a gash of negative emotions, even though he has been treated like shit his entire life, even though Saiyans aren't remotely emotional and it shouldn't affect him this much, he can't seem to be able to stop this matter from eating him alive so much so that it made him sneak out to seek Chichi's place an hour before midnight as the prince slept.
The lights were low, He watches the empress adorned in a white long silky nightgown with slits on the sides through the glass as she stood in front of her vanity, carelessly massaging her arms with some sort of substance. He grins once she places her foot on the chair and starts applying the same substance to those delicious thighs, and opens the balcony door as silently as possible, and as fast as he could, he stands behind her, she smelled of roses and comfort and he didn't think twice before wrapping his arms around her smaller frame once she stood.
Chichi gasps, he promptly places a hand on her mouth, to silence a predicted scream but what he hadn't predicted was the foot in his face.
He grunts, staggers back and his prey is released, his nose aching.
"Kakarot?!"
He holds his nose, he'd received worse before but damn does it still hurts.
Chichi approaches him. "What're you doing here?" she says and guides him to sit on one of the two chairs beside a small, round table and bends before him, her face on a level with his.
"I came to see you, what else?" he replies nursing his nose.
She gives him a look, Kakarot ponders on what it implies as she takes his hand away from his nose. "Let me see…" She lifts his head up, and to the sides probably to check the damage she'd inflicted and then soon after leaves him to head back to her vanity, opening a drawer.
"How come you're still awake? Don't you people sleep, like at ten?"
"Well, I was about to sleep," She comes back, some sort of small cylindrical pad in her hands. "I didn't expect a late-night visitor…" she glares and places the pad to his bleeding nose. Kakarot smiles, his melancholy disappears, and his worries forgotten.
"That was some good kick, though."
A confident smirk is played upon her lips. "I'm a martial artist, Y'know —" His jaw drops. "What? Did you think you Saiyans are the only ones who can fight?"
"I had no idea…" Why that knowledge did suddenly make him giddy and excited? He drops the pad and abruptly takes hold of her arms, she is rightfully taken by surprise, and by no chance does it deter him. "You have to show me!"
"Huh?"
"You have to show me!"
"It's the middle of the night!"
"So what?!"
She brushes his hands off and rises up, looking at him incredulously. "what do you mean 'so what'? I was about to sleep and it's been a long day."
Chichi moves to her bed and he follows. "It won't take long… just a little spar."
"Aren't you here for something else?" she turns at that last word with a suggestive smirk.
"Well, yeah. But we can do that later."
She frowns, her lips pucker. "I'm not wearing spar-appropriate clothing. And there's not enough room."
"There's plenty of room, and what you're wearing works," he persists, his hands are once again on her shoulders, an excited smile is decorating his features. "C'mon, Chichi… just a tiny little spar? I wanna see how good you are."
He can see her irises role inside their sockets, then she proceeds with a defeated huff. "Okay, sure, fine, but no more than 10 minutes."
"Alright!"
He and Chichi move some of the furniture to the side to make space and take their stance. She attacks first, her fingers pointed and she was surprisingly fast; fast enough for him to counter a close call. her face wears the resemblance of a smirk, and he starts to think that maybe the ruler of this land is enjoying this as much as he is.
Her fighting style was peculiar, it focused majorly on speed and agility, and hardly lacking in strength despite her not utilizing any Ki, if Chichi had fought a human, she would no doubt overwhelm them. she was admirably keeping up with him.
When he threw a punch, she ducked all the way down, sweeping a slender leg to make him trip. Kakarot jumps, and she was quick to direct an uppercut to his chin when he touches the floor again adorning a semi victorious smile and he's not about to give her that satisfaction as he disappears and reappears behind her nudging her forward.
Chichi yelps and teeters, she turns to glare viciously at him and follows with quick stabs of her fingers forcing him backward. His back hits a wall and just barely dodges her last hit. Chichi retracts her hand, debris falling from the hole she created. "Woah, that's dangerous." He says as he flees her second hit.
She stands with a hand on her hip, her face flushed, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm. "Thanks to you, the wall is ruined."
"Oh, it's my fault now?"
Her reply came in the form of a high kick, but he was done with this fight, his passion for fighting was overcome by an entirely different passion. He grabs her ankle, Chichi only briefly looks shocked before she twists her torso and her other leg came crashing into his defense. That was a mistake, of course, as with both her legs in the air, she had no choice but to fall face first. He gives her enough time to turn on her back before he was on her, pinning both of her hands above her head. Chichi writhes in his grasp. "I think we totally passed our ten minutes."
"Oh? And what do you intend to do now?"
He brings his face closer to hers, a wide grin splitting his lips, what else is there to be done when she's in this compromising position. "It's time to make you scream."
Her flush intensifies.
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He was able to see her one last time before his departure from earth. The prince while infinitely aloof about this mission, disregarded his timely disappearance, asking him about it only once:
"Where were you the night prior?" he questioned while they dined at their place of lodging.
He swallows a half-chewed lump of meat. "I… I know someone here, I went to visit them. I apologize for leaving without informing you first, prince Vegeta!" The royal's hot stare makes him nervous, he was aware of the cruel, haughty nature of the royals, he'd rather not experience it firsthand, however.
Vegeta finishes his meal, wipes his lips, and throws the cloth on the table. "I assume you haven't forgotten my warning, have you Kakarot?"
"Of course I haven't," he's quick to reply.
"Good, because I'm sure you're aware that I'm very much capable of carrying it out." he stands up and is about to leave.
"You can trust me, lord Vegeta, I won't betray you… ever." Kakarot was clueless as to why he said what he said and so resolutely, but his words were very much honest.
The surprise on the prince's face was quickly overshadowed by a smirk before he leaves him to finish his meal.
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The rock in his hand gave an interesting red glint, despite the relatively dim lightening of this entertainment ward.
It's a souvenir from his last purging mission; according to a PTO analyzer, this was a priceless gem on some planets, however, it has no worth for the Cold Empire, kind of makes sense if you're selling entire planets full of these rocks, which is why they don't care much if he took something for himself, not that he was planning to keep it. he thought of one person he wants to give this to.
He tucks the stone in his pocket and wonders if Chichi would like something like this.
"She's pretty appealing, don't you think?" A bulky arm wrap around his shoulder as he sat on a stool beside the bar, Raditz grins at him, and casts a flirty wink at the purple-skinned, orange-haired chick sitting not too far from them, Kakarot casts a brief glance in her direction. After every mission, his brother insists that they come here to 'unwind', which more often than not meant, he wanted to get laid.
"Oh look, she got a friend," Raditz says, referring to the girl he's currently interested in as he braces himself against the bar. He doesn't bother to look this time, he really doesn't care.
"Great, double the fun for you." Kakarot takes a chug from his drink, wincing at the acidic taste burning his throat.
"I meant for you, dumbass!"
"Oh?" he actually turns at this, the newcomer was a gray-colored, blue-haired female with a horn right in the middle of her forehead, not bad if you ignored the three tits. She whispers something to her friend and they smile flirtatiously at them. "She's kinda cute… But, I'm not interested." He shrugs.
Raditz' reply accompanies a sneer, "You're not interested?! Since when a Saiyan refuses a willing fuck?"
Kakarot laughs, Raditz had not told any lies, the vast majority of Saiyans fancied one-nighters (and fancied them a lot) over any substantial relationships, the latter being heredity outside of the royal family, however, he, unlike his older brother whose rut desires knows neither race nor gender, and can fuck anything that breathes and moves (the last quality being not always a necessity) would like to think he had a finer taste. "I guess I'm not in the mood…"
"Not in the mood? The fuck does that even mean?" The inquiry came with disbelief followed by scrunched brows, suspicion dancing in his brother's obsidian eyes. "Say, you're not still seeing that woman from earth, are you?"
Kakarot tenses. How does Raditz even remember Chichi? "I don't know what you're talking about," he says, then turns
"You've been going to earth an awful lot lately, little brother."
Alright, now he's alarmed and threatened, those trips to earth were supposed to be top secret. His eyes narrow, his lips upturn, he questions sharply, "How the fuck did you know that?"
"I checked your pod log, you imbecile!"
The answer does nothing to curb his anger, it was just like Raditz to take liberties like that, and right now it's rubbing under his skin. "huh, you really have been helping yourself out, shoving your nose where it don't belong."
Raditz rolls his eyes and completely ignores his reaction. "You haven't answered me, Kakarot."
"even if I have been seeing her, I don't see why it should concern you."
"Oh it concerns me, alright, this family doesn't need another fuck up."
There you go… now he's seeing where his brother is going. "I don't want you turning out like our dear old man."
Kakarot clicks his tongue, in a way, he kind of sees where Raditz is coming from; their father was once an acclaimed warrior, slowly building a name for himself and climbing the Saiyan social ladders, however, he decided to mate his mother and bound himself to her for all eternity, his mother a weak, meat selling Saiyan and if that wasn't bad, he started saying he can see the future and how his son will become a super Saiyan and beat Frieza, no one took him seriously after that, but the full brunt of that had fallen onto them.
No one took them seriously due to that.
Still, justified or not, it annoys him to no end. Raditz wasn't worried about him, he was worried about himself and what would happen to him if he did turn out like their dad. "Relax! You're overreacting. Nobody's turning out like our old man."
"then prove it!" he points his thump to the girl behind them and gives him a challenging smirk.
Kakarot turns, taking another glance at her, she wasn't that bad, in fact, she gets a few points in the looks department, definitely better than some of the girls he fucked in the past when his urgent needs struck, but the reluctance to pull through is there, and he's entirely oblivious to where it's stemming from.
but he knows how to pick his battles, he's going to have to make a move or he'll never hear the end of it from Raditz. He takes his entire drink in one chug and slams the cup back on the counter, his face marred with displeasure as he gets up from his seat. "Fine! since you insist."
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He managed to get her into one of the chambers in the back with little effort and hardly any waste of time. Raditz, his extra loud brother, was being extra rowdy in the chamber next to them and probably on purpose. His jaw clenches, his eyes shooting intense glares at the wall, wishing he could throw a beam and stab his brother with it.
instead, he rakes his fingers through his head, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, willing himself to concentrate on the hands roaming his body, the tongue on his neck.
"so, uh, what's your name?"
The woman looks up and says, "attnatwatgulorintat" . His scouter beeps and translates her speech to the same thing she said.
"Attna-what? That's too fucking long."
Why the fuck did he even ask for her name, it's not like he really cares.
Throwing that thought behind him, Kakarot attempts to quicken the pace, he pushes her to sit on the edge of the bed and motions for her to take her bodysuit off, as his own come off as well. Then he realizes that his semi-flaccid cock needs more encouragement than her glaring three globes, and gets the crazy idea to ask her to put it in her mouth. Yeah, that oughta do it, he always liked it when Chichi did that to him, it should work; he wanted to finish fast.
Confused and probably weirded out, she gives him a hesitant smile but opens her mouth nonetheless. She says something in her language that his scouter translates into something like 'if that's what you like', he wasn't sure, he was too preoccupied staring at the triangular, razor-sharp teeth protruding from her jaw with perturbation, and suddenly his oral idea doesn't seem so good.
He places his hand on her shoulders and pushes her back on the bed and attacks her breasts; those three tits instead of being exotically erotic, he found them off-putting; they were hard, not soft and nice like Chichi's and the skin felt elastic and strange under his hands. they were also confusing, he wasn't sure which to give his attention to so he tries to suck on the middle and grope the ones on the sides only to find out that her skin also didn't taste like Chichi's… and to top it all off, she was making that weird sound from the back of her throat…
Fuck! This isn't working.
This isn't working at all!
Why the fuck is this even happening to him? It's been a while since he got to fuck someone, it shouldn't be this much of a struggle.
He gets off her and releases an aggravated breath. Maybe he had too much to drink… yeah, that must be it…
Harshly, Kakarot flips her on her stomach, lifts her bottom up, and reaches a hand between his thighs for a few jerks managing somehow to semi-re-awaken his cock, she was wet enough to push into her and start rough, fast-paced thrusts just to keep the progress going.
This fuck lasted forever or at least felt like that. at one point the woman started making those screeching noises that he had to silence with a hand to sustain his erection, at another, he closed his eyes and imagined this was Chichi he was roughly pounding into from behind, but he does it, finally managing to bring himself to a feeble climax.
as soon as he pulled out, he cleaned himself with a cloth and got back into his armor. He leaves his bed partner whose ass was still in the air, face still in the pillows and get out of the champer. Gods, he felt terrible, as terrible as this entire fuck, he couldn't wait to get back to Chichi and erase this entire experience!
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He came to her this time with hasty ferociousness, bruising her with kisses and pinning her to the wall with her legs forced to wrap around his waist, following a zealous need to be inside her. however, Chichi wasn't haven't it this way, she punched him in the chest and demanded he follows her lead, saying something along the lines of being the other half of this affair and she will not settle for the quick 'screwing' without the decency of letting her finish first, whatever that meant.
But you always finish…? he manages to think.
"Take it slow," she says, eyes fierce, poking a finger into his armor, "I want to enjoy you being here, not hate it."
He foolishly abides.
Chichi has that control over him, making him do what she wanted without so much as him lifting a finger to protest; it's strange and unsettling and somehow he accepts it.
He can even say he likes it.
So he lets her slowly take his wear, slowly kiss his lips, slowly move her hands against his skin until his breath is hitched and his body feels like it's on fire.
He's not like that with other women, he's not sure why he's like that with her. Sex was a means to an end for Kakarot, he was not bad at it by all means, but it's an act of need, an urge to be sated, he didn't feel a need to stop and aim to please. However lately with Chichi, he finds himself wanting to.
With his cock impaled deep inside her and her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, their tongues swirl around each other, striving to taste, to devour. Chichi's hips are moving, gyrating against his in a sitting position. The motion is slow, firm, and maddening to him. He struggles to keep the pace, he wanted so badly to grab her waist and bounce her on him, but he resists, instead, keeping his hand on her rear, roughly messaging the cheeks, trying to urge her to go faster.
Chichi likes it this way sometimes, while they had their fair share of frenzied, lust-driven rumps, there're times where she just wanted to take it slow, enjoy it as long as she can, and despite it being torture, he can't complain at the end result.
She pulls back, her lips part for panting breaths and fleeting moans, her eyes are closed shut, she was nearing her end and he dives his head to grasp a nipple in his mouth while bringing a hand to her other breast, flicking a nipple and running his pad across the top, his other hand tightens around her waist.
God, those tits of hers were marvelous!
"Kakarot," his name spills in a desperate whine. She bites into her plump lip and it almost undoes him watching her through the haze of lust, his tongue batters her dusty bud and turns to roughly sucking on it, getting as much of the flesh inside his mouth as he can, his hand twisting and pinching the other. "Mmm, you taste so sweet, Chichi," he rasps.
Chichi's pace accelerates, she drives her hips against his in needy, vigorous thrusts, her moans turn into soft cries of pleasure, her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, her face flushed, skin glossy with sweat. He lifts his head to watch her reach the summit and then dramatically plunge into bliss.
The sight of her bathing in bliss was entrancing, he licks his lip.
Kakarot holds her still, basking in the feel of her walls clenching around him. she falls on him when her orgasm pass, her head buried in the crook of his neck, her limps boneless by her side. however, he doesn't give her enough time to catch a breath, Chichi is thoughtlessly thrown on her back, one leg hiked up as he pushes in again in one smooth, powerful thrust. He needed that release too and he needed it now.
Chichi gasps when he drives his hips into her, one hand clutching the bed sheets tightly, the other on the arm holding her knee up. "Ka-hah-" she gasps, "s-slow down!" she lifts a hand to push at his stomach as each wild thrust pushes her further up the bed.
But he was too far gone into this strapping rapture to comply. He was close, so fucking close.
He bends down and closes his lips once again on Chichi's teat, mindlessly sucking and biting as she yelps in return. His jerky, uncontrolled thrusts bring him closer and closer to that euphoria. Pleasure piling up in his center, and with one sane thought, he manages to grip the beddings below them instead of her.
It came to him like a powerful wave hitting the rocky shores. Electricity running through his muscle, pulling them taut, and forcing his eyes shut, he grunts loudly, giving a few more thrusts to ride the remaining wave of his orgasm before he entirely collapses on top of her. They stay like this for a few minutes as the both of them try to ease down their strained breathing with Chichi running her hand across his sweaty back.
It soon turns into patting. "Uh, Kakarot, I need to breath." She tries to push him but he rolls off her with a titter.
"Sorry," he says and relaxes beside her. Chichi was still catching her breath when he probes his body on his elbow, angling himself so he can face her. "Did you enjoy it like you wanted?"
She raises a brow. "Did you?"
Playfully he pinches a nipple and grins at her. "I loved it!"
"Stop that!" Chichi pushes his hand away, but she wasn't upset, at least the smile on her face didn't seem to insinuate that. "You seem especially fixated on these today…" she gestures towards her breast.
"Yeah, I was recently reminded of what a magnificent pair they are." He reaches for them again but she stops his hand before it does any mischief.
"What do you mean?"
Kakarot, after all those failed attempts, lays back down on the bed, resting his head on the palms of his hands. "Well, I fucked a three-tits female from planet Madea, and let me just tell you, more does not always mean better." He laughs, though when he doesn't hear any response from his bed partner, he turns and Chichi did not look the least bit pleased.
"You're sleeping with other people?" She asks, her eyes dangerously narrowed.
Kakarot stares at her, confused, that was not the reaction he expected from her, he wasn't even sure why she's upset. "Was I not supposed to?"
"Yes!" Immediately she gets up, wears her rope, and goes to sit on her vanity, grabs the brush, and starts brushing her hair, aggressively.
He blinks. "was there a rule that said I shouldn't?"
She stops what she's doing, turns, and stares at him for a moment, she looked a tiny bit deflated, but undeterred, however. "No… but that doesn't mean you should sleep around!"
"Why?" And he's staring at her again, Chichi puffs her cheeks and crinkles her lips, and it's amusingly cute. She 'humphs', but before she replies he's getting this wild idea in his head that he doesn't hesitate to voice, "You're jealous?"
"What?!" she jumps from her seat, face all red, pointing the edge of her brush towards him. "That's ridiculous! Why would I be jealous? Don't say nonsense like that!"
"Then why are you upset?"
"Because!" folding her arms around her torso, she sucks in her bottom lip and taps her foot on the ground. "Well…" she looks to the side, then on him, opens her mouth like she's about to say something only to close it again.
Kakarot cocks his head to the side, anticipating her response. "because what?"
"because... what if you get some alien disease from these women? You'll be giving it to me then! And I don't want that!" she concludes, looking slightly triumphant for some reason.
That kinda makes sense, now that he's thinking about it, still, she had nothing to worry about, the PTO is aware of those diseases and they give them shots to protect them from it, he doesn't tell her that though, somehow he wanted to think that it'll only make her more upset. "Huh, I guess you're right. I'm sorry, Chichi. It was only one time, and it won't happen again. and we do have protection from those things, so you're good."
"Good." She sits back down, takes the remote, and turns the TV on, not entirely pleased but not saying anything either.
Kakarot's mind was still on that subject, however. "So, does that mean you aren't seeing someone else too?"
She turns to look at him with a raised brow. "Of course, not!"
Phew, he felt relieved. Fucking weird…
"We wouldn't be having this arrangement if I could do this with someone else…"
That was hurtful in a way, but he laughs it off.
On the TV, his prince's blue-haired acquaintance appears and beside her stands a man with an x-shaped scar on his face. "who's that guy with miss Bulma?"
Again, she stops her brush and turns to look at him. "You know who Bulma Briefs is?"
"Isn't she the princess of earth?" why else would the prince be having all these meetings with her?
Chichi looked almost offended. "She's no princess, She's a scientist."
A scientist? Kakarot takes a moment to process this information. "A scientist of what?"
"Of many things… most technologies on earth are owned by her company. if you're familiar with Capsule technology, her father is the one who invented them."
Oh, he knows those… those small capsules, press a button on them and boom something else come out, the prince had something like that, a small training chamber-
"And that's her fiancé by the way." She points at the screen, her statement is followed by a snicker. "I don't think they'll ever get married, though."
Confused, the Saiyan crinkles his nose, he wanted to inquire more about Miss Bulma, but something else caught his attention. "What's this 'get married' thing?"
"Ah! you're an alien, so you probably have a different word for it. It's when you promise to love and cherish someone for the rest of your life, protect them, provide for them and make a family with them."
The many words in her answer that did not exist in Saiyan vocabulary, or culture… maybe the only example slightly similar to that description was his own family, he remembers a vague picture of his childhood, but it's a distant memory now…
"What's it called in your language?"
"What is?"
She arches a brow in a berating manner. "Marriage."
"Oh, we don't have that. I guess the closest thing to it is mating." Like his parents, they are permanently mated, but his parents are weird anyway, none of the other Saiyans would bound themselves to one partner for more than one night. "And it's usually a one-time thing," he finishes in a lower tone…
Chichi seems to be done with her brushing by the time she asks again, her interest peaking. "You mean you don't commit to anyone? Don't make families?"
"Ah no… ?" he scratches his cheek, "that's actually a bad thing in our society…"
"What about children?"
"Well, most women incubate their offspring and then they're put in shelters until they're old enough to take care of themselves."
She stares at him with stunned silence. "Wow, you don't even raise your own children? you Saiyans really are a bunch of savages."
"There are some who do that, Y'know, raise their own cubs, my parents did," he wanted to defend, raising one's offspring is rare but not unheard of, he follws up in a whisper, "they're usually pariahs, though…"
"I see…" Chichi gets back to the bed and he makes space so she can lie next to him, another question already forming on her lips as she lays her head on his chest. "So what do you do if you fall in love?"
"Love?"
"Yes, Love," She states calmly, but when he counters that with even more ignorance, Chichi looks up. "Let me guess, you don't have that either."
He only shakes his head and Chichi proceeds to explain. "Well, for humans, It's that feeling you have for someone, that longing to see them, to touch them, of wanting to be by their side for the rest of your life, when you're happy just by the thought of them…" she sighs. "But it's different from one person to another… it's hard to explain…"
He stares at the top of her head, his parents come up again, did they have that? This love thing? Is that why they stuck together despite how they're treated. Now that he's thinking about it, why did his father stay? By his own right, he was strong, if he hadn't mated his mother he'd still go on missions, he'd have managed to lift himself from the third class status, yet he disregarded whatever chance he got to stick to a mere fourth-class, meat-selling woman, who couldn't even defend herself against pubescent Saiyans.
What was it? What was it that kept his father by his mother's side?
She lifts her head again and cocks it to the side at his prolonged silence, and as he looks at her beautiful face he realizes that he's been thinking about her an awful lot lately. "You're quiet all of sudden…"
"I've been thinking."
"About what?"
Her. How beautiful she looks. How he wants to ravage her all over again.
He blurts out, "I guess you wouldn't want to try this marriage thing with me?"
She tenses, surprised.
honestly, he was too. Why did he ask that? That's dumb.
Her shoulders relax, whatever dawned on her became evident on her face. She smirks. "Marry a brute like you? No chance, mister," she jokes and returns to lay her head on his shoulder.
His chest felt heavy. Ah, why did that bother him so?
Her explanations of love are recalled and it was his turn to tense up.
Nah, it couldn't be…
He's gotta be overthinking.
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Prince Vegeta has gotten used to him to a certain degree, the many trips they took to earth had warmed the cold heart of the Saiyan prince, he relied on him for various jobs and even conversed with him on a couple of occasions, but that was the extent of it, the barrier of secrecy was still strong between them. Still, on their way to their home planet, Kakarot felt bold.
Vegeta stood in the control room, setting the charts when he asked. "When is our next visit to earth, sire?"
"What, Kakarot, are you enjoying these trips to earth?"
Well, yeah, but that's not why he asked. "It is an honor to be alongside you, my prince… My brother sometimes asks me to go with him on purgings and I need to make sure I'm all free for our next trip."
Vegeta turns, his face is harsher than before. "You haven't told this brother of yours anything about these trips, have you, Kakarot?"
"Absolutely not!" he refutes vehemently, sure Raditz did snoop around but he made sure he doesn't know anything. "I haven't told a soul, Sire."
"Good." Vegeta relaxes again and returns to his earlier task.
Reluctantly, Kakarot asks. "C-can I ask something, my prince?"
"Go ahead."
Alright! here it goes, he's going to ask the question that's either going to get him the truth or going to get him killed, odds are in favor of the latter but he's doing it. Gods! His heart is hammering like crazy. "Are we going to fight Freeza?"
Vegeta's eyes widen, his mouth falls open, he stares directly at Kakarot.
He swallows, resolve faltering, he readies himself for a harsh reaction, but it never comes, instead, the prince only stares at him with narrowed eyes for a good nerve-wracking while, and suddenly he breaks out laughing. "I suppose, you just proved your loyalty, Kakarot."
"huh?" he did?
His laughing recedes into a smirk. "No spy of Freeza would be foolish enough to ask me that."
Ah, it's a compliment with an insult wrapping, he's happy!
"Tell me, Kakarot, how do you feel about Freeza?"
"I hate that monster, sir."
"As do I." He stands at the ship controls, his eyes ahead, staring at something beyond the vast darkness of space. "You see, Freeza is afraid of us Saiyans, he's afraid of the legend, of all of us if united, so under the guise of his divine protection, he had stripped us of our free will, turned us into mindless fighting machines, and ripped us of our culture and ideals. We don't work for Freeza, Kakarot, we are his slaves!"
The last statement was voiced with venom, it made Kakarot wonder if Prince Vegeta is doing this to avenge his father. King Vegeta was announced to have died of illness but everyone knows that it was Freeza who killed him, for as soon as he was buried, Freeza declared himself the supreme ruler and the prince remained a prince.
"Long ago, your father came to the late king, he claimed to have had a prophecy, that Freeza would wipe us all someday, that if they fought Freeza they can defeat him, that the legend is alive. My father laughed at his face and demoted him into a fourth-class." By the end, Vegeta was facing him, staring directly into his eyes. "But I am not like that coward, Kakarot, I decided to invest in your father's prophecy. I will make it come true. and I, Vegeta will be the one to bring the legend back. But I need trustworthy men, so what do you say, Kakarot?"
Chills course through his skin, his chest swells with pride, and something indescribable, his entire life he had been ridiculed, his achievements belittled for being the son of a madman, yet here the prince is saying all that, putting his trust in him. Kakarot doesn't think twice before saying, "I am at your service, my lord! always!"
Vegeta smiles, an act so rare that he blinks just to make sure he's seeing it right. "Good. I will appoint you as my personal guard, from now on you'll be at my disposal at all times."
"Yes, sir!"
"Our next trip is going to be in 20 days from now, prepare yourself, Kakarot, it's going to be our last. After that, we'll start training…"
What the prince said after that fades into background noise, Kakarot's mind focuses on one thing.
their last trip to earth…
AN: So long time no see, huh? anyways... this concludes part two, and yes there's going to be a part three, the last part! I feel like the atmosphere in this part is different from the previous one but I actually like that so it's all good!
I would like some feedback regarding the pacing tbh, because now that i wrote 13,000+ words and there's more, I realize this could totally work as a multi-chapters story. What is your definition of short stories, me? idk I get carried away...