Hi!

Here is the next chapter, which I hope will give you a good idea of the type of relationship I would like to develop between our lovers. I'll be honest with you, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, simply because the tension between the two characters is incredible! I just hope that it will come through in my writing.

I can't wait to continue the next chapters, which I promise to be quite exciting :3 Until then, don't hesitate to share your opinions with me, it's always greatly appreciated.

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Chapter 5 - Vegeta

Noise, Humans and no food. This is what he got, letting himself being dragged into this depraved place by these two imbeciles. That, and a female with fascinating eyes, who was definitely trying to steal his precious focus. And damn, it sure worked.

Why had he accepted this mission already? Ah yes! He had come here to fulfill his needs as a warrior. Instead, he was sitting there, hearing his seedy acolytes complaining to an even more seedy Human about the menu. For fuck sake. He certainly did not come here to find himself stuck between them and the very incarnation of his carnal desires.

"How come you don't serve food?" shouted Raditz at his right. "You give me a menu as long as my arm, and you say I can't have anything to eat?!"

To his left, the woman giggled, her crystalline eyes still on him.

He was torn between giving Raditz a good smack on the back of his head and grabbing this woman by the throat to keep her from blowing on him that breath full of lust.

"You guys are really not accustomed to our planet", she said, raising an eyebrow.

She broke eye contact and raised her hand to address the waiter.

"Elias!" she said in her pretty voice. "I'll take care of it. Bring them each a pint of your best Irish Stout, plus a gin-tonic for me. And please bring us a menu from the restaurant. Tell the chef that I'm the one asking, and that I'll pay extra to have the food served here. I take care of the bill."

The waiter nodded, gave her a wink, and immediately complied, relieved that he no longer had to respond to the two huge, impatient Saiyans. In less than a minute, there were three glasses filled with an amber liquid topped with a velvety foam in front of them, as well as another menu, much thicker than the first one. Vegeta watched carefully as the woman tasted her own drink, clear this one, without touching his. He heard Raditz and Nappa loudly approving what they had been served. She smiled at them as she raised her glass.

"You seem to be the type of person with a good appetite, I advise you to try the hearty beef casserole" she told them. "As for you" she added, turning to Vegeta, "you probably don't eat as much as those two, so I suggest you try the Ramen Phô dish, it's the chef's specialty."

Vegeta gritted his teeth. As if the extent of his appetite was modulated by his size. This woman really didn't know what she was talking about. The quality of what she had between her ears was definitely less sensational than her beauty. Judgment was easy to make. Just from the size of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, he knew she probably didn't have much else to offer anyway.

She took a second sip of her drink.

"Don't you want to taste?" she asked, setting down her glass and pointing to his, still on the counter.

He remained silent. His eyes, hitherto drowned in blue, darted for a moment towards the tongue which had just licked the scarlet lips on which a drop of her beverage had been lost. She saw it, and gave him a small smile.

She knew.

She knew that the moment they saw each other in the street, an indomitable fire had kindled within him. She knew that something, an attraction, an unusual, overwhelming desire, had taken hold of him the moment he first laid eyes on her blue, magnificent oceans.

Just as he knew that the same fire burned within her, the reciprocity of her feelings fueling his own flame.

She hadn't come to meet three strangers in armor for nothing. She hadn't sat down on the bench next to his for no reason.

She wanted something, and Vegeta knew very well what it was, because the same desire was pounding in his head.

But Vegeta was an exceptional warrior. Applied, assiduous, and proud of it, he never let himself be carried away by the desire of the flesh.

Well… almost never.

Perfectly aware of what was happening, telling himself that he wouldn't risk getting burned playing this little game, he smirked, and without taking his eyes off her, he took his own drink and brought it to his lips.

The liquid was cold, a little unctuous. Bitter, but also sweet. And the taste of alcohol blended perfectly with that of a grain that had probably been roasted.

It was delicious.

Just like the Human who sat next to him and enjoyed watching him taste a beer for the first time in his life.

"SO?" she asked.

Pride did not allow him to admit that she had offered him the best drink he had ever tasted. He lifted his chin to glare at her, but for a second time that evening, she seemed unimpressed by his attempt at dominance. She just stared at his face, searching for an answer, a verdict. But there was something else behind those two sapphires. An inquisition, a silent request, an unwavering curiosity, and Vegeta had the feeling that this woman might have more to offer than a plunging neckline after all.

Well, that remained to be confirmed.

Perfectly aware that it was he who bent, he looked away and gently placed his glass on the counter.

"What do you want?" he asked bluntly, looking down at his gloved hands.

She answered his question with another.

"What are you doing here?"

Vegeta smirked.

"Isn't it obvious?" he said, pointing to his glass and the tons of plates full of chicken wings that had just been placed in front of the two other Saiyans. "We came to enjoy everything this planet has to offer to visitors like us."

"Bullshit" she said.

She pointed at Raditz and Nappa who had started devouring the meat like only a Saiyan could do.

"Maybe those two are enjoying these things. But you," she added, pointing roughly at him, "you don't have the face of a guy enjoying himself, if you really want to know."

Vegeta's smile widened.

"Isn't that a way to call yourself boring, since you're the one keeping me company?" he asked wickedly.

She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms under her chest. She looked pissed, which suited her pretty well.

"I came here to chat with you, but you didn't even bother to greet me properly. I bought you a drink that you clearly enjoyed, but you don't even bother thanking me. I even made sure your friends had their bellies full and suggested my favorite dish to you, but that too, you seem to despise! If there's anyone boring here, it's definitely not me!"

Vegeta turned to face her, stung in his pride a little.

"Human, your definition of pleasure is apparently not the same as mine." he said, smirking. "So, if that doesn't suit you, you can leave. I could be spared of an unpleasant company."

"Excuse me?!" she cried. "How is MY company unpleasant?! I'm not…"

She suddenly fell silent, swallowing the rest of her sentence realizing she was proving his point. She frowned, looking like she was questioning whether to stay or go. After a moment, she seemed to come to her senses and shook her head vigorously.

"You didn't answer my question anyway."

Apparently, she had decided not to go away, because she continued, more gently, but firmly at the same time.

"What are you doing here?" she repeated, patting the end of his armor's shoulder pad. "All these soldiers swarming tonight, in the streets, in the shops, in this nightclub. Why are you guys invading us? All this." she said, gesturing at the soldiers packed in front of the scene, "Is certainly not to establish business relationships. And don't tell me that Frieza put a gun in their hands to keep the Humans safe. This is bullshit and we both know it."

She had pronounced the name of the emperor as one would have named a particularly repulsive creature. She could have spat at his feet saying it, he wouldn't have been surprised.

"You must have some idea why your little soldier's ass is sitting on that chair. Tell me why the lizard sent you here!" she ordered.

Vegeta tightened. The vulgarity and audacity of her words made him blow air through his nostrils. He wasn't used to being addressed like that. Usually, he was the one giving the orders. Either this woman was a complete idiot, either her innocence made her a little too reckless. In any case, she really didn't know who she was dealing with, and he immediately wanted to put this insolent girl back in her place. Just to show her that the prince of Saiyans was not one to be ordered and that the weak invariably ended up begging him.

But… a part of him also liked this little thing that came to life in front of him. Somehow, he was surprised at the vivacity of this tiny Human and he was happy that she had decided to stay, to distract him.

He took a long sip of his beer while inwardly deliberating on how best this situation could be handled.

"You want to know what amuses me?" he finally asked the woman, who raised an eyebrow when she saw him, once again, dodging her question.

Slowly, he lifted "his little ass" off his bench to get to his feet. The woman's eyes widened as he approached, and he felt her tense as he grabbed her bench and swung it around toward him. He placed his arms on either side of her frail body, each of his hands resting on the counter behind her.

Fuck. If only the music hadn't been so loud in his ears. He would die just to hear her heartbeat and see if he could make its pace quicken.

"What amuses me is watching you, Humans," he growled. "And see how weak, and innocent, and pathetic you are. Then bring all this information back to Frieza, to let him know how easy it would be to crush you all."

He placed his index under the woman's chin to force her to raise her head towards him. His eyes, which had been riveted in hers, briefly traveled the curves of her mouth, and he saw that her scarlet lips were subtly parted.

His stomach growled.

Saliva flooded his mouth.

This hunger really had nothing to do with the food piling up on the counter behind them.

"You, in particular," he said, diving back into her oceans.

He trapped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. His original intention had been to add depth to the hidden threat he had just made. But, unwittingly, the gesture turned into something much more like lust. Slowly, as if drawn by a magnetic force, he brought his face close to hers and it was only when he felt the warmth emanating from her rosy cheeks that he stilled.

She had been taken aback at first when he had touched her with his immaculate glove and had obeyed without resistance the movement he had imposed her. Then, seeing that the mere sight of her mouth had made him lose his focus, she replied with a mischievous look.

"What exactly amuses you, huh? To see how weak and pathetic I am, or just looking at me?"

"First choice, without hesitation," he replied, showing his teeth.

She held his gaze unblinkingly, and he knew she doubted his answer. With good reason, since he himself was not sure of it.

The woman pulled away from him a little. He freed her from his grip.

"Well" she finally said, "Your intentions are clear, soldier. So, next time you see Frieza and tell him how easy it would be to eliminate and subjugate Humans, will you deliver a message for me?"

He lifted his chin, inviting her to continue.

"Tell him to go eat a dick," she exclaimed fiercely, pushing him away.

The force she used was so tiny that Vegeta didn't even flinch a bit. She didn't seem to mind, as she settled herself more comfortably on her bench and rested her elbows confidently on the counter behind her. He felt one of her shoulders brush his forearm over the fabric of his suit. He took pleasure in soaking up this image, that of a woman with absolutely zero combat potential, who had just proudly asked him to say to Frieza to eat a dick.

He smirked as he imagined delivering this message to the most feared emperor in the universe.

"It will be my pleasure", he growled.

They stared at each other for a moment. Even though he had just openly insulted her people and threatened her, she didn't seem scared, or even angry. On the contrary, she seemed to like interacting with him, enjoying this confrontation tinged with barely camouflaged flirt. Without a doubt, she shared this excitement that invaded him, too.

It was then that Vegeta imagined, for a second, what it would be like to fuck her. Right there, on the counter. Her ripped shorts and huge breasts spilling out of her undersized yellow shirt as he made her scream to the rhythm of his thrusts. A thought he restrained right away, because he already could feel his lower abdomen warming up.

Shit. What was happening to him? There had to be something in the air that made him so unfocused; music? dim lights? people dancing, touching, kissing everywhere around them? Or was it the full moon? It had been a long time since he had been on a planet with one so close. It was probably the influence of the Blutz waves on his Saiyan genes playing tricks on his instincts.

"You know, you're kinda cute when you blush," she admitted, winking at him.

Vegeta was taken by surprise. Cute. He wasn't convinced that the term she had just used to describe him stuck with him.

"Wha…? I'm not kinda cu…"

"I would invite you to my house so we could get to know each other better" she continued, taking a sip from her glass. "But I wonder if you will be able to behave."

The vulgarity of her vocabulary left him even more speechless. Damn, he hated to admit it, but she wasn't entirely wrong to doubt either.

"How dare you insinuate that I wouldn't be able to behave myself? You have no idea who I am and what I'm capable of."

"Oh! Well, don't be shy, and show it to me, soldier."

He felt the blush rise to his cheeks again, which made her smile even more. Determined to prove her wrong, he moved closer to her.

"Do you know what I think?" he asked dangerously. "I believe that you do projection, and that it is you who would not be able to behave."

She laughed, and it was with perverted eyes that she scanned the muscles of his chest and abdomen. She, unlike him, had absolutely no remorse displaying her desires.

"You're probably right," she conceded, and he felt a new wave of heat spread to his crotch.

She gave him a knowing smile and put her drink on the counter.

"I really want to go dancing. Want to come with me?"

"I do not dance" he growled darkly. "Well, at least, not the way you Humans do."

Anyone knowledgeable enough knew that such a retort from a Saiyan could be considered kind of a menace. But apparently, she wasn't. She feigned a pout, disappointed to see him turn down her invitation, then suddenly rose to her feet. Their bodies had come dangerously close, but he made it a point to stay still.

Slowly, she tilted her face forward. She took her time to bring her mouth close to his ear, and drowned in desire, he let her. He felt her warm breath brush his neck as she spoke.

"I would very like to know how you dance, Saiyan."

She put a hand on Vegeta's armor, who held his breath as he realized what she had been referring to. He was sure she wasn't talking about literal dancing nor his fighting abilities, like he just did.

She pulled back a little to bore her blue eyes into his. Vegeta dived into it without hesitation and gave her one of his famous grins.

This was an invitation that was hard to refuse.

Unfortunately, time on Earth passed particularly quickly. The orders he expected from the Imperial ship would come soon and he had to complete this mission if he wanted to get what he wanted.

So, scanning the eyes of this magnificent Human with words filled with innuendo, the suggestion Raditz had made earlier crossed his mind. And for once, he would seriously consider bringing a female back to his ship's Quarters.