Vegeta found Lithia waiting for him in his chamber, sitting patiently on the bunk. Her Mozart was playing softly into the dimly lit cell, resonating off the metal walls.
"Why do you listen to that Earth junk," Vegeta sighed, as he threw himself moodily onto the mattress beside her.
"Mozart is considered an intergalactic, musical genius," she replied simply. Vegeta rolled his eyes. Having no female role model did take its toll on her sometimes. Saiyan women only liked saiyan music. At least, that was what Nappa always told him.
"You look exhausted, Vegeta," Lithia observed. "Has that tyrant been pushing you again?"
"You say that like I can't handle it," the prince said coldly. He didn't like it when she fussed- it was a dressed-up way of implying he couldn't take care of himself. Which he most definitely could.
"If you couldn't handle it, you'd be dead by now," she retorted, giving him a playful shove in the ribs. He caught her by her delicate wrist and pulled her on top of him, indulging himself in another succulent kiss. This time she yielded immediately. Her arms snaked around his back and her tail sought his, intertwining together, sending tremors of delight up his spine.
"You taste good, girl," he murmured, licking his lips exaggeratedly. He relished the sensation of her slender body on his, the way her breasts pressed so firmly against his torso. "And yes, I'm tired, you're right. Too tired to do what I want to do."
Again, he kissed her, slowly, flicking his tongue between her honey-sweet lips. Kissing was not going to satisfy him tonight. She was rousing something in him he hadn't felt for months.
"Oh? And what, precisely, do you want?" she asked teasingly, pulling away from his kiss.
Vegeta laughed darkly and rolled onto his side, taking his woman with him. For a moment, he said not a word, enjoying the look of anticipation on her face.
"Lie with me," he murmured finally. "No, I do not mean in that manner. That's not honouring my father's wishes. Just lie with me; rest with me. That is all I ask."
Lithia's face darkened noticeably. She lowered her eyes and looked to the corner of the room, biting her lip. Vegeta did not like this.
"What? Is there a problem with that too?" he asked, frowning. "Don't you trust me to keep my word?"
Of course I do," the girl replied. "It's just…if Freiza comes for me…if he finds me with you…"
"What's the lizard going to do about it?" The prince laughed, relishing the very thought. True, Freiza had a personal vendetta against the saiyan race- he did everything possible to make their lives miserable. Yet even he would not stoop so low.
"He will not bother with us," Vegeta told her calmly. "So, impudent girl, will you obey your prince?"
Lithia paused dramatically before responding with a simple nod. With that, Vegeta grinned and drew her close to him, breathing in the sweet scent that seemed to emanate from her flesh. To him, it smelt like the beginnings of a victory, more so than any blood-drenched battlefield. To conquer Lithia was to beat off the rivalry of any other male on the ship, not to mention giving Freiza the proverbial finger.
"I will have you soon, girl," he whispered into the silky skin on her throat, nipping it covetously with his sharp teeth. "I will make you mine."