Three days.
That's how long it took Vegeta to finally get dragged to the Quarters by Raditz and Nappa.
And there he was, sitting with them in this secluded place of the ship, surrounded by low-class soldiers and whores with miserable lives, all in desperate need of company. The place reeked of sex, low-quality alcohol and overworked bodies. It was dark, the dim orange-tinted lights not allowing them to clearly distinguish the dull faces of those who frequented this part of the ship. There was a lot of noise, music and shouts of drunken soldiers filling the place, as well as a few muffled moans coming from the occupied rooms behind the stage, on which a female and a male with yellow spotted skin were dancing completely naked, and jaded to be.
Vegeta hated this place. He had followed Nappa and Raditz here, but he had insisted on sitting at the back of the room in order to avoid mingling with this fauna whom he despised so much. They quietly drank their brew, a kind of fermented green mash with a harsh taste, which had absolutely nothing to do with the complex and delicious aromas of the beer they had tasted on Earth.
It had only been two minutes since they arrived, but a few women had already started to swirl around them. Raditz observed them with interest, while Vegeta had his eyes on the table to avoid having contact with their insistent gazes. Nappa already had a female sitting on his lap, named Rhissia. He was a regular, and he seemed to like this one in particular.
"Prince Vegeta" said the woman in a honeyed tone, caressing Nappa's bald head with her long fingers. "We don't see you around very often. It's an honour to have you here tonight."
Vegeta didn't answer. He had nothing to say to this depraved female.
"You should avoid talking to him." Nappa said to her. "He's not in a very good mood. He doesn't like coming to the Quarters."
"Why did you come, then?" she asked.
Nappa and Raditz exchanged a look.
"He has needs, just like everyone else." the long-haired Saiyan quickly explained.
He made a gesture with his hand to tell a woman with long, blond hair who was hovering around their table to approach. The latter jumped at the opportunity and started to dance suggestively right in front of Raditz. Vegeta looked at her for a second. He saw her move, caressing the almost translucent blue skin of her buttocks, and he couldn't help but manifest his disgust.
"All the females I see are hideous." he complained, wrinkling his nose.
"Prince, if you are not interested in the women here, I should remind you that you can take a look at the ones in the exclusive aisle, the one for high ranked soldiers." said Rhissia, not at all offended by his comment. "There are even two new recruits who, in my opinion, may attract you. They are really pretty and physically look a lot like you, Saiyans."
Vegeta sat up straighter in his chair. He looked away from his subordinates to avoid spilling the beans, even though he knew they weren't that stupid. Of course, they suspected the reason for his visit to the Quarters, and just like him, they had not failed to note Rhissia's mention of the new recruits.
Because if Vegeta, who almost always refused to follow them here, had finally agreed to set his noble feet in this much despised place this evening, it was because he had a particular reason to do so.
It was her. The Human woman.
Ever since their paths had crossed, down on Earth, she had taken up a disproportionate place in his admirably disciplined mind.
This encounter, as brief as it was, was enough to disrupt his carefully calculated balance.
Her blue hair. Her lively eyes. Her endless legs in these tiny shorts. Her scarlet, curvy and full lips. Her voluptuous curves that he had been able to feel against him for a moment, when she accidently lied on his lap after the explosion.
It had been three days now that he found himself thinking about that strange but fascinating smell he had smell on the back of her neck when she approached to speak in his ear. Three days of being distracted during his training, Nappa even managing to deliver a blow to his jaw, while he imagined the feeling of the smooth white skin of her shoulder under his fingers when he had held her back. She had even managed to disrupt his sleep, his usual nightmares replaced by rather singular dreams, where he saw himself submerged by a turquoise wave while he was sequestered in his bed by delicate hands. He would then wake up, drenched in sweat and aroused, confused to realize how much control this miserable Human had over his thoughts, even when he slept.
And, on the third night, rather than jumping under the cold water of his shower, just like he had done the two previous times, he questioned the reason of all this, and had come to an obvious conclusion; he had neglected his hormones for way too long. Between planning the mission on Earth and his relentless training, he had come to forget to satisfy his needs of flesh. And now, this attractive female had awakened the beast which had been fasting for several months.
That's all it was.
So, in the middle of the night, he rushed to the room of his vassals, who regularly insisted on dragging him to the Quarters, and accepted the invitation that they had reiterated earlier in the evening. Both of them then dragged him there with excessive enthusiasm, Raditz unnecessarily reminding him that there was a high chance of seeing new recruits given the number of hostages captured three days earlier. Once there, Vegeta quickly scanned the place with his eyes. Among the crowd of females with misshapen heads, asymmetrical bodies or skin covered with scales and sharp thorns that wandered around them, none caught his attention, and he was disappointed to see that no Human was moving through the usual fauna.
But, based on what Risshia had just told him, he might have a higher chance of finding what he seeked by visiting the exclusive aisle. She probably didn't realize how much this information had managed to capture his attention.
Without a word or even looking at the others, he rose to his feet, turned on his heel, and walked quickly towards a small blue door at the back of the room, trying to ignore the loud laughter of his vassals. The gate was guarded by two soldiers, who only let in those who had permission to do so. Vegeta had no need to announce himself. Seeing him approach, one of them prostrated before him and opened the door.
This was not the first time that Vegeta had set foot in this corridor reserved for Generals. But every time he did it, the first thing he did was to wrinkle his nose. The air, filled with a thick floral scent, made him nauseous. The dim lights prevented him from seeing the end of the corridor, which was less than ten meters long. With the sound of the music now muffled by the door, he could hear with even greater clarity the moaning escaping from the rooms behind the stage.
He didn't like this place, which forced him to deprive from his keen senses, and forcefully reminded him that he was sometimes becoming a slave to his hormones.
Vegeta walked the first few meters of the corridor at a slow pace. On each side, there were five cabins, all inhabited by women and men waiting to be met. He observed the first occupants with a distracted eye. One was way too tall. The other had too many teeth and the next one had none at all. The fourth was too hairy for his liking.
The prince had always been hard to please when it came to the opposite sex. But, strangely, this evening in particular, the women he was seeing never had what it took. Tonight, he seemed to be looking for something specific. Something that none of them, as numerous and diverse as they were, could offer him.
"Prince Vegeta." said a muffled voice coming from the fourth cabin to his left.
He looked up to see who had just called out to him. It was a female with very pale green skin and short white hair that he had seen before on the ship. She beckoned him closer with a suggestive gesture of her finger.
"I'm happy to see you here this evening." she cooed, gracefully swinging her long translucent tunic, which easily revealed her body. "You look truly majestic in your armor. Can I offer you something tonight?"
Vegeta stood in front of the cabin. She took a step in his direction, and stopped just behind the curtain of electricity which separated them and which prevented her from approaching the reluctant soldiers. He looked at her body under the fabric. She was rather pretty, even if she had these holes on her neck that strangely looked like gills. Under other circumstances, he might have accepted to spend the night with her.
But not tonight. Tonight, once again, she was not what he was looking for.
"I'm looking for a Human." he declared dryly.
He saw disappointment flash through her red eyes, then she looked up just over his shoulder, toward the far right booth.
"There are two new Human recruits." she said. "A man and a woman. They arrived yesterday. But I must warn you, prince, the woman does not adjust well to her new condition. I don't think she can offer you a better experience than me."
But Vegeta was no longer listening to her, leaving her behind the electric curtain to take a look at the occupant of the cabin she had designated. There, he found a young woman sitting on the floor, her back facing him. She was very far from the barrier, and he could not see her very well. She wore only very light, Earth fashioned underwear. He observed with interest the smooth skin of her back, a little lighter than his own. She had a nice butt, her black lace panties very flattering on her bottom, and didn't have a tail.
She was undoubtedly Human.
Vegeta approached the electrified barrier.
"Woman." he said in a loud voice that made her jump. "Get up and look at me."
She quickly turned her head in his direction. He then saw her face, her pale cheeks, her bloodshot eyes and her eyelids swollen from crying. Seeing him, she hurriedly got to her feet and tried to cover her body with her hands as best she could.
She was really pretty. The prettiest woman he'd seen in the Quarters since... always.
But…
Her boobs were small. Her butt wasn't as round as he'd hoped. Her mouth was thin. And above all, her eyes and hair were not blue.
She was Human, but not the one he was looking for.
Vegeta observed the terrified woman standing in front of him for a few seconds. Upon discovering her, he could feel an unpleasant disappointment rising in his chest. He was tempted to go away and return to his room. Immediately, he felt frustrated and wanted to repress this feeling, because it confirmed to him what he had a hard time to accept; if he had come here, if he had decided to set foot in this despicable place this evening, it was to find her, the woman with blue hair. And the Saiyan prince, who could easily accept to respond to his hormones from time to time, hated the idea that a single woman could control the slightest of his desires.
So, deciding to prove to himself that he still had control over himself, he raised his arm and pressed a small switch to his right. Immediately, the electrified barrier that separated him from the Human woman disappeared. She may not have been the one haunting his dreams of the previous nights, but he needed sex, she was pretty, and she would do the job.
Realizing that the electrical barrier protecting her was gone, the Human's eyes widened in terror. She took a step back when she saw him enter the cabin, and pressed her back against the door at the back. This door, they both knew it, would lead them to a private room where they could indulge in whatever he was there for. The Saiyan moved a little closer, inhaled the air around them, and wrinkled his nose at her fear. She placed her hand across her chest, as if to protect herself, and he saw that she was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
Looking into this woman's brown eyes, Vegeta let out a loud growl that made her jump. What he saw there deeply displeased him.
"Pathetic Human." he said. "You need to toughen up a little."
And without further ado, he grabbed her arm firmly, threw the door open and pushed her inside.
The room was spacious and quiet. The decoration was sober, the place having no furniture other than an enormous bed on which dozens of blankets and cushions were carefully placed. Vegeta quickly closed the door behind them and forced the woman to sit down. She was crying her eyes out, and she began to shake from head to toe when he approached the bed as well.
Frustrated, Vegeta groaned, leaned towards her and grabbed one of the blankets. He threw it at her roughly.
"Cover your body." he ordered.
She looked up at him in confusion, her body still wracked with sobs.
"You heard me. Cover your body." he reiterated.
He didn't have to repeat a third time.
Vegeta grabbed her chin so that she looked up at him.
"You wimp." he spat. "I must warn you, with this attitude, you will not survive long here. Because the next person who will visit you won't be as disgusted as me by your fear."
And, without another word, he released her and left the room as quickly as he had entered it.
He never had any interest in non-consenting females. And even though he didn't feel sorry for this Human, he knew exactly what it felt like to be torn away from everything you cherished. All he did was offering her an extra day to figure out how to survive her new lifestyle. After that, he absolutely didn't care what happened to her.
After he emerged in the unoccupied cabin, Vegeta walked down the narrow corridor in the opposite direction. But, before he even got to the blue door, it opened wide to let a new visitor in.
"Vegeta!"
The prince froze, then bared his teeth as he recognized Zarbon.
"What a surprise! I didn't expect to meet you here." said the latter, smiling.
"Training is a priority for me. I have very little time for this kind of activity, unlike others." he taunted, mirroring his smile.
Zarbon crossed his arms under his chest and narrowed his eyes. Both knew that he was a regular here, in the Quarters. Seeing him enter, every single occupants of the cabins fell silent. They knew the guy, and above all, they knew the relationship he had with the Saiyan prince. Their unhealthy rivalry was no longer a secret, and an unexpected meeting between these two was very likely to go wrong.
Aware of the tense atmosphere that had just settled in the corridor, Zarbon took a step in Vegeta's direction, an evil grin on his lips.
"It seems that I am not the only one who has an interest in Humans." he said in an accusatory tone. "Although, in your case, I think I have heard Frieza mention that this interest was a little excessive. Besides, speaking of Frieza. You know… he wasn't very happy when I told him that you had deserted during your mission's operations on Earth, a few nights ago."
Vegeta angrily blew air through his nose.
"The mission you sabotaged, you mean?" he retorted.
Zarbon burst out laughing. He took two more steps closer and stood straight in front of him to look him over.
"Come on, Vegeta." he cooed in an almost flirtatious tone. "We both know how much you love getting punished by Frieza. You shouldn't blame me for that."
The prince tried to remain impassive, even though he was boiling with the desire to give the foul creature who stood in front of him a good beating. But he couldn't initiate a duel. With such a powerful enemy and in such a confined area, it was impossible to fight without destroying the ship.
"Besides, now that we're here…" Zarbon continued with a pout. "Frieza made me promise to escort you to him when I'd see you again. I was planning to visit this Human who just joined the Quarters... it's a real shame."
He took a few more steps, taking care to circle around him to finally stand behind him. Vegeta felt a small push on his right shoulder, to let him know he should start moving towards the exit.
"It puts me in a very bad mood, you know." added Zarbon in a threatening tone. "Perhaps our Emperor will allow me to participate in your punishment..."
Vegeta didn't pay attention to his words. He began to walk towards the blue door without grumbling, relieved to finally be able to get out of this vile place. He headed towards Frieza's quarters, Zarbon following him behind, a half-smile stamped on his face.
As usual, he would accept his punishment with dignity, knowing that he could only emerge stronger from it afterwards. And the little torture session that awaited him was exactly what he needed to forget about his unsatisfied needs.
