Akane jumped out of his way as the prince lunged for her and she couldn't figure out what had happened when she found herself flat on her face with a ton of bricks on her back. How the hell had he even gotten behind her again? But he wasn't behind her at all. Through the hair lying stuck across her face while she lay stuck to the tiles, she could see him crouch beside her and a disembodied, female voice explained her sudden drop by announcing tinnily that the gravity enhancement system was now activated.
Well, no shit. It was a gravity tank. No wonder he was so light on his feet. Moving around in this resistance alone would advance him and Akane had caught him spending his days in here doing heavy training. He flippantly flicked the hair out of her face and she had to roll her eyes up to be able to look at him. She had been here before as well. Many times. The blind panic that had overtaken her in these moments was so fresh in her recollection, the mere recall gave her the sweats. Her heartrate shot up, her breath came in puffs and her gut started doing that ghastly roiling thing that made her unable to tell if she was going to shit herself or honk her guts out or both. Him putting his hands on her in this immobilized state was too reminiscent of being helpless around men who, like him, were out to teach her lessons. And taught her they had. To recognize the danger, to be shit scared and to brace herself for the inevitable. She expected to find that smirk still on his face to drive home her predicament and it was there, but the prince, whatever else he was, proved himself not to possess the sadistic tendencies she feared him to have. He did not avail himself of her defenceless state, wasn't giving it any attention at all. His very brown eyes were on her face and remained there, the warmth in them not only from their colour. It were good eyes, steady, reassuring and beholding her as a person, not a means to an all too easily achieved end. Her panic waned at the realisation that he was not like her perished foes.
"Did you just steal your own last point?" Vegeta teased.
"Tee-fucking-hee." Akane managed with half her mouth stuck to the floor. "What am I carrying on my fucking back exactly?"
Vegeta craned his neck and looked over his shoulder at the console. "100 G." he turned back to her and gave her a searching look. "It is about ten times the gravity on Vegetasei. I am surprised you are still talking."
So was she. Akane felt like she was being turned inside out. She had been on planets with higher gravity than what she had been used to back home and she had been on many more that made her feel light as a fucking feather like the current one did. This resistance was insane. If she could manage to navigate it in the same way the prince did, it would bump her up to super in no time at all. It could be done, him sitting there on his haunches looking as happy as a boar rolling around in kack, proved that.
"I need this." she said, sounding like she had never needed anything less and exactly as constipated as she felt with her innards gravitating towards solid union with the floor.
He showed off his white teeth some more, but it was not to prod or challenge her. The most attractive laugh-wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes, made the smile a sincere conveyance of goodwill. "You need to build yourself up to this." he rose and went to the console.
The ton of bricks was reduced to something more bearable weighing her down and Akane pushed herself up on hands and knees, spitting blood on the floor from her teeth that had cut the inside of her cheek. "Give me a break." she snarled impatiently. "I can handle more than that."
"Don't get ahead of yourself. You liked a shot, remember?"
"I am insensitive to sweet-talk, swanker." Akane clambered to her feet and made her stilted, born-down way over to where he stood, resuming laboriously: "We both know you have been running fucking rings around me. There is no way I am getting a pin in here. I may as well gain something from this shitshow."
Vegeta turned to face her and, settled as her impossibly heavy physique became when she halted her step, she could not back up so easily, leaving them in very close proximity. He wasn't backing up either. "All this effort you waste on putting words in my mouth, it is better spent keeping that foul temper in check. Both are holding you back. I am not sweet-talking you. This is engaging. You make me pay attention. If you didn't lose your wind throwing around obscenities and getting riled up, I think you would be well able to get me on my toes."
"Did I ask you for pointers?" Akane snapped hotly. "All I want from you is this place to train in." she took a slow, heavy step back from him and the obnoxious grin that always came to her so readily, took a while in spreading across her face. Even the corners of her mouth were battling gravity. "I plan to gain me some pretty golden manes and once I do, I will curse my merry way all through wiping the floor with your lordly arse."
Vegeta laughed, the sound low, pleasant and full of tune. He undid the gap she put so much energy into creating between them by stepping back into her space. "You can have it." he jerked her towards the console and had to prop her up with his shoulder to prevent the gravity from dragging her down to the floor. It only served to illustrate the point he wanted to make. He indicated the display where the number thirty flashed up at them lazily. "30 G is about as much as you can handle right now, which is impressive enough for a first-timer. Try not to go overboard. I can't be arsed with watching over you while you are in here, nor with having to scrape your squashed remains from the floor when you overreckon yourself again."
Akane would have loved to pull away from him, his words riling her more despite that off-the-cuff compliment thrown in, but her body was very comfortable using his for a stanchion, his hardness accommodating her curves and keeping her on her feet. He gave her a quick run-through of the operations for the protective shield and the gravity enhancement system, then disengaged it. She wasn't complaining. With only one point left, she planned to go out with a bang. The moment she regained full mobility, she used her hip to shove him sideways and darted – yup, she was owning up to that – to get out of his trajectory. Strings of red energy came into being crackling in the hands she raised above her head and she announced the incoming blast with a snarled: "Red Whorl." as she thrust out her palms to let it rip.
The prince took to the air which forced her to change the course of her beam at the last moment and gave him time to ready his counter. His hand came up, palm facing her and energy accumulating in it so fast that it sucked the very oxygen out of the gravity tank. It was like staring death in the face.
"Galick Gun." he said with exceeding calm, as if he could be arsed with naming the near cataclysmic ki-blast he launched as little as he could with watching over her while she trained in here. And why the fuck would he waste his time on that. He had excelled to the point where she could not even make him break a sweat. She had tried and failed magnificently.
Akane was shoved back as their beams connected halfway with a surging collision. She reinforced her stance and tried to gain a foothold on the smooth tiles while she strained to drive more energy into her attack. His violet beam ate its way through hers, its colour changing into a foreboding, seething indigo as it gobbled up her red energy and used it to its own enhancement. Forget bruised and aching, he was going to make her leave this place with her skin blistering and her eyebrows singed off. Never mind her mane as well, the one she had and the golden one she planned to gain. Protective shield notwithstanding, this place that offered her the means to ascend, was going up in smoke in the following second.
"It is going to blow!" she forced out through gritted teeth.
"Let it." Vegeta simply said.
He wasn't joking. Akane felt him give a final push and she quickly drew her energy back in to throw up a wall around herself that she hoped was powerful enough to soften the blow and leave her with some hair left. There was a blinding flash of light and with an enormous bang, his beam exploded right under her nose. Even if she recognized that he had drawn back in his own energy at the very last second to spare her from real harm, she was flung back like a rag, got the air knocked out of her when her shoulders impacted the wall, was hit a second time when something as solid collided with her front and found herself trapped in her last, vertical pin. Somehow the gravity tank was still standing around them. That was good. Akane would be in here cranking it up as often as she was allowed the run of the place and as long as it was going to take her to obtain the kind of power that had enabled the prince to vanquish her so utterly.
Vegeta smirked as her eyes met his. "Three." he mocked and then his combat posture gave way to his strong frame melting neatly with her trounced, beaten one. "Now I want to fuck you."
The words hadn't left his mouth or they were on each other, hands groping and mouths consuming the rejoicing sounds neither could hold back on. It had been a while in coming and it pleased Akane to discover that his appetite for her was as great as hers for him. She closed her eyes and puddled against the wall, struck silly by the immediacy of their mingling passion. Now that he had at last stopped playing it down, it wasn't time for her to start and her grudge for being bested so easily, quickly turned to eagerness for the deep kiss he engaged her in. It was commanding and overpowering like him, yet it was also soft and distinctly sensual. This greedy taker was the kind that knew to pace himself. She didn't need to find her feet or her breath. Let him steal the little she had left. Let him have his win and let him have her.
The bruises reminding her of her defeat were forgotten and replaced by a whole different ache. She was yearning for him with every smarting inch of her body. His deft hands were seeking her out like hungry entities that affected her even through her armour, the mere suggestion of him touching her breasts enough to make her nipples twinge. He slipped his arms around her and grabbed her rear with a pinch that made her squeal pathetically, but she was coming to the notion that she did not mind him asserting himself as the masculine counterpart that would be invading her. He was making her feel slight and sexy and desirable, almost treasured, and just so fucking good about herself because none of it was meant to put her down. The only thing his forceful, near obsessive touches conveyed was how he appreciated these effeminate traits in her. He dragged her onto her toes, flush into his loins where the figurative hard-on he had taken out on her was at last substituted for an actual one that he started dicking her with. She angled her sex to the slow side to side and he gave her enough friction to leave her drooling and wagging her tail like a happy little bitch.
Had Akane been in the lead here, she would already be fucking him, but she wasn't and the prince was taking his time preluding what she came to want so much, she couldn't recall a single thing that she had previously misliked him for. He kissed her deeper and plucked at her gear, his conduct as self-assured as the hands that were slowly baring her until she stood reeling on her lousy legs with her armour gone, her top hiked up with one tit peeping out, her kecks dropped to her boots and him all over her. He broke away, the look in his burnished brown eyes nothing less than starving as he let his gaze roam everything he had laid bare. She was gasping from his lust bearing down on her. The little half-smirk that had infuriated her before, just made him look shit-hot now that it touched his face at his gaze dropping to her mound. He reached out to fondle the streak of cropped fur there. Not satisfied, he stripped off a glove and tossed it aside, his naked fingertips returning to her fuzz for a more thorough feel.
"There is your golden mane." Vegeta laughed deep in his throat, his eyes finding hers again. "I expected it to match your tail."
Akane wanted to tell him that it matched her undercoat pretty spot on, but he stole her wits by letting his fingers creep down further. She shuddered as he teased open her furrows to give her little button a flick. His gaze landed on her face again and he tracked every shift in her expression while he shuffled her to twitching, then dipped a single finger inside her. He leaned in closer, positively feeding off the moans he drew from her when he added a second digit and sleeked them in and out to coax the tiniest wet sounds from her sex. It was mere cursory, to test the waters so to speak and check if she was ready for the long dick she had meanwhile hastily dug up from his kecks. He retrieved his soaked fingers, brought them to his mouth, changed his mind and stuffed them into hers. Hard. Too hard for it to serve as more of his sexy play. She sensed that knot of thunder in him come into violent bloom again. He gave her a rough shove that made her already sore shoulders smart when they hit the wall.
"I can't stand your smell."
Akane wanted away, but with him in her path like a second wall of shredded muscle that sandwiched her, there was nowhere for her to go. "My... smell?" she echoed poorly articulated with his fingers still in her mouth, unable to decide whether she should feel affronted or afraid. And he had been ready to suck her juice from his fingers too. Was the scent of her excitement truly so off-putting? She had never heard complaints before.
"You smell." he repeated, but much quieter now. His fingers were replaced for his brushing lips and he murmured: "It will not do."
Akane struggled to wriggle out from between him and the wall, choosing affronted over afraid. She couldn't get him to budge. "Smell how?" she snarled. "Are you saying I stink?"
He slipped his forefinger back into her mouth, seemingly preoccupied with sending it along the edges of her bottom teeth while he elaborated: "It is a smell. Not all smells stink. It is unpleasant. A sewer stinks. You smell." He laughed softly as he took his finger back before she had a chance to bite it off and held it in front of her eyes in a mock warning gesture. "Didn't I warn you about that mouth?"
"Unpleasant how?" Akane demanded now thoroughly beleaguered.
Instead of answering, he budged her up by the tail end and forced her thighs to open on the hips he pressed in with to breach her, deep and deliberate and with a kiss to muffle her whimper when her interior overstretched to accommodate him. Her ankles were left trapped in the suit still hanging off them and he had no trouble working his way around that as he gave her a single, lingering stroke that made her feel every inch of his long dick. It got her sweet on him again in spite of herself, in spite of feeling humiliated and at his mercy.
Vegeta scooped her legs up into the crook of his arms to send her in a smooth and easy slide up and down his length while muttering a distracted: "It reminds me that you have been with that arsehole."
Akane, relieved by the explanation she wasn't sure was even meant for her, relieved that his repulsion had nothing to do with her own scent, let out a laugh that soon changed into moans at the pleasurable stings he was dealing her womb, changing into sweet agony upon him finding his beat. She wrapped herself around him as well as it went with her ankles stuck together, grabbing fistfuls of his tall flame of black hair to make him angle his face for a hasty, sloppy kiss.
"Right," she said softly. "I forgot. You are a dick-swinger that likes hogging things." she kissed him again, her tongue diving into his mouth and pulling back before he could reciprocate. "But you can't hog what you disregard. You left me hanging with a mighty ache. It is not my fucking problem that you got screwed by your own timing. I needed this yesterday."
"Make it your fucking problem." he returned and he wasn't being cavalier anymore. The impatience in his voice corresponded soundly to what frustration there was in his pumping arms and the building upthrust of his hips. The mountain was crumbling at long last and showing her exactly what his aggression was about. "I am not tag-teaming you with your underling. It is an insult to my senses."
Akane would have had a lot to say about that, had he not been using his dick to erase the man that had been in her after and ahead of him. He drove her to her peak so ridiculously well that it was already overtaking her. The steadily intensifying sensation that she was going to piss herself became unbearable at his aimed, hard stabs feeding the hungry hillock inside her, making her whole interior seethe and roil and feel out of control. Her body was seized by a violent flexing of her muscles, her toes curling in her boots and her calves cramping so much that it hurt. Then he popped her and she came with half a fit and a miserable sob. Just as he groaned and lifted her to spring his dick from her deathtrap, the pressure in her groin gave way and a squirt of happy-piss hit him square in the balls. She had believed that there was no humbling him, but his reaction betrayed his surprise and with his lips parted like they were and that lust clouding over his eyes, his expression was almost comical.
Akane fought to stay upright when he set her down and got on his haunches in front of her for a closer inspection of something he clearly wasn't familiar with. He let his hands up the insides of her thighs and on to the creases of her groin, his thumbs, one gloved, one naked, traveling up her mound to make her stubble whisper.
"Go on." she pleaded raggedly. The high she was riding needed to get higher and he was fucking clueless. She couldn't suffer the delay of rubbing it in his face that he wasn't catching on, much less wait for him to make good on the promise that he would find his way around her. Whimpering her desperation, she reached down to slip two gloved fingers inside her and jiggle a second squirt out.
"Blind me." Vegeta whispered as he watched the cheery spray of droplets with an almost boyishly avid expression on his face. He batted her hand away to take his turn coaxing a few final drops from her.
Akane slapped his hand away in return. "What?" she took the effort to needle, even if she had no breath to spare on it and her voice was shaking as badly as her legs. "Your fuckhole never does that?"
He silenced her with a shush that sounded like the crack of a whip and grabbed her waist to yank her closer, his mouth hitting the drenched crease between the thighs she was squeezing together. She parted them again to let him at her and tilted her hips with a longing moan, but he gave a quick tap to the back of her knees to make them buckle and forced her to straddle his crouching frame with her ankles stuck in those fucking kecks she was still wearing. It wasn't hampering him from wrangling her to his convenience in his lap and sliding her neatly back onto his dick.
"Keep this for me." Vegeta said with a definite haste, inserting his amorous bargain in between the hungry, wet nips he traced up her neck and jaw on his way to seek out her mouth for a kiss. "I want you for myself." More kisses, forceful, deep, lusting, urgent ones that soundly matched the awesome crouch-grind he was giving her. "Captain."
Her prince didn't need to learn his way around anything. He was pissing it all on his own. By the time he bowled her over and crushed her against the floor with his heavy body still in full gear but for the part that was overruling her stroke for stroke, he had her smacked, mindless, flailing and begging for more beneath him.