The wrath that consumed him had Vegeta training all day and well into the night. Her delicate scent, which was an absurd contradiction to her foul temper, lingered inside the gravity tank and made his aggression all the more unmanageable. She had come in here to train the previous night, but only after he had left, and when he returned this morning with the intention of cornering her for another four-corner, she managed to slink away just as he exited the house. He had refrained from telling her to get her big arse back inside the tank so that he could hog her some more because why would he prove her right by acting like a dick-swinger? It turned out that he should have. The next thing he knew, she was in the back compound getting her sunrise stroke on with that lanker Ringo. Vegeta told her that it would not do, that he wasn't going to tag-team her and she had gone and made this into some massive, incestuous joint venture. It had taken everything in him to stay his feet when he sensed them together, to not get out of the tank and blast that whole compound to smithereens. That their encounter hadn't lasted for more than minutes did little to ease his rage. It still should have been him.
She had done it to piss him off. He was convinced of that. She was dicking him around again and his pride didn't allow him to answer the provocation. He had already given chase after she had been with the other arsehole, but that time he had been able to explain it away as happenstance in the course of their sparring together. He had no excuse for himself to go to her a second time, especially after the complacency he had shown in letting her get away, certain as he had been that she would be back. Instead of going after her to set her straight, he had channelled his fury into his training, only stopping long enough to wolf down supper and find out that the woman had come around to forgiving him his lack of restraint when he got unlucky inside the bathroom the other night. It didn't appease him. Nothing appeased him. The woman couldn't possibly still this hunger in him. He did not want her to still it for him. He wanted the fierce little captain, wanted that manipulative bitch to stop trifling with him and stray back his way.
His endless training as well did nothing to lessen his rage, no matter the many hours he had put in by now, and he finally abandoned it when the beginnings of another dawn were distinguishable through the high round windows of the gravity tank. He had hogged this place instead of hogging her, he realised, and had done it for too long by now to have any hope left that it would cure him. It had also stopped her from coming in and using the enhanced gravity towards gaining her golden mane. A small victory, but he took it with relish. And no, he had not been secretly hoping, all day and all night, that she would show up at some point for her training and give him another excuse to get up close and personal with her. He had though, and he utterly despised himself for it. Just like he despised her. For cheating him out of what he wanted – needed –, for letting him get in the way of her advancement, for being unpredictable and doing the exact opposite of what he expected. He had not considered she would forgo her training, not for something so trivial as playing hard to get and toying with him. Or maybe she wasn't. Maybe those mixed signals he was receiving, weren't all that mixed. Could it be that this was all in his head and she really wasn't interested? That it was just that? Service? Him requiring it and her acquiescing simply because she saw it as her duty? No. No, she had seduced him. Both times. True, he had wanted to be seduced and it took her virtually nothing to draw him out, but she had seduced him. And she had enjoyed it. There was no question about that. They were equally invested in this.
Vegeta stepped out of the tank and looked up to the night sky giving way to the pink of sunrise that bled into it from behind the horizon. He sought out the moon, hoping for clues there, but found its ghostly face in the equidistance of wax, meaning that he couldn't blame his hyped-up state on the influence of a full moon. Well, he was struck with something, and it wasn't anything good. He glared at the squat, domed building huddled in the last vestiges of nightly shadow at the very back of the CC grounds. He didn't even want to give thought to what venereal madness she was struck with, having three consecutive cocks in three days. She wasn't having any now which was some small comfort. He could sense all three Saiyajins inside the back compound. She had failed to make ki suppression work for her and those arseholes had mastered the ability only well enough to mask their energy while they were awake and consciously keeping it down, a thing neither had managed when they got distracted laying it on their sexually overdriven captain. Both men were detectible at the moment and both were stationary so they must be sleeping. On their own. They were keeping to their fucking stables.
He wondered whether that savage little creature was asleep as well. She had shown herself a night crawler and he didn't think she slept a whole lot more than he did. Vegeta was apt to get up with the sun, or had been before this unrelenting sexual frustration started depriving him of his sleep. Could she be watching him while he stood there spying out his redemption? Her window looked out on the grounds and there was a suspicious tilt to one of the slats on the closed blinds. It was below eye-level for everyone else, but a little thing like her could lurk there and peer right through. He dismissed the juvenile idea of flipping her the wank-off and could imagine her standing there with her hands on her curvy hips letting rip that hoarse, vivacious laughter in reaction. He was sure that she would get a kick out of the gesture. A peng bitch with an attitude, a mouth like a razor, tits that possessed the kind of jaunty perk that made them well able to hold their own and had the exact size to fit his palms, an arse as big and round as the glory of a fat moon rising that he couldn't hope to fit in his hands, a nook so wet and sweet, it left him thirsting just thinking back on, and a sense of humour to top it all off… What the hell had he gotten himself into? And more importantly, how the hell was he getting himself back out?
He directed his feet away from carrying him to the back compound – at a run – and made for his own bed. The birdsong was deafening like it always was in the small hours before life in West City started up and it was in steep contrast to the silence he was met with when he entered the house. He did his usual quick round of the first floor and cracked open his daughter's bedroom door to find her safe and sound asleep inside her cot with her thumb in her mouth and one tiny foot poking out from the cheery pink blanket covering her balled-up frame. He went inside this just as pink and just as cheery room to tuck her back in, eased the vivid blue ringlets back from her forehead, cupped her warm, unimaginably soft cheek and melted, completely, at the big, contented sigh she let out as she burrowed herself more snuggly under the covers. None could surrender themselves to sleep so unreservedly as babes. He headed back out to look in on his son next. The boy was spread-eagled on his ever cluttered bed with a big book lying open and spine-up half across his chest. Apparently, Greek Mythology, whatever that may be, was what currently engaged his son's big brain.
Vegeta pulled the door back shut and sensed out the parents in their bed one floor up and the woman in hers behind the closed door to her bedroom where he halted only for a second. If he introduced her to the violence he had built up by now, it could very well end her for good. He moved on to the bathroom down the hall with a growl of deepest frustration and took a shower on automation, his mind in a different place. A back place to the one he was in. She was waiting for him there. With or without a mighty ache. That was it, what this was. A waiting game. A matching of wills. And whoever caved first, was a contemptible, pathetic, carnally driven looser. He would have had all the time in the world waiting for her to crack, practised as he had become in moderating his urges, but the repugnant smell of another man on her that had turned him off from eating her out because he would have been getting sloppy seconds, made him aware that there were other players hurrying to cut ahead of him. So now, he too was in a hurry.
He wanted to jump out of his skin at the realisation that no matter how much haste he made, he would be getting sloppy thirds at this point. He should have given her the reciprocal zune that first time, when she had still smelled of nothing but her hot, cracking self. Four days on and that needy bitch was carrying around the scent of three arseholes, himself being the biggest by far. For letting her walk. Again. And this day hadn't even started yet. Who knew what would happen during the course of it? There was a fiery whip at his heels again, but this time it was chasing him right into that burning building. As he stood in the shower looking down to where his cursed cock just wouldn't stay down and even his erection looked pissed off, he at last reconciled himself to his urges. Not those impelling him to take the other players out, - with their current number, they couldn't really afford to lose more Saiyajins – but those that gave him the means for a foray and the will to lay total waste to the territory he planned to occupy.
Vegeta turned off the shower and raised his ki to dry himself. His inability to moderate himself had him expelling the water from his skin like bullets that put a starry crack in the bathroom mirror and toppled over the vast collection of shampoo and soap bottles. Catching those just short of clattering to the floor, he plopped them back onto their shelves and went into the room that the woman had granted him upon taking him in all those years ago. He had declined to give up on the private space even after she invited him into her bed. It had been a major point of contention way back when, then became a convenience to her as she was a fussy sleeper and he tended to be in and out whenever it suited him. Even his choice of clothing was premeditated, although he was in fierce denial of this when he pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. A battle suit would be too much of a ball-ache to remove and he figured the one he was dropping in on, wasn't likely to give him much time to get naked. Or comfortable. Or anywhere near complacent again. Not unless he gave it some real elbow grease this time around. He was ready for that. More than. The sheer ferocious lust he needed to vent, made him wonder what he was even capable of should she dare refuse him a place between her thighs. He jerked on his boots and left this room everybody but he himself considered his. And he left it through the window. He wasn't even using doors anymore…
Vegeta came into the crisp break of day with feverishly hot skin and let out another frustrated growl for this infernal frenzy he had been infected with. It wasn't too late to turn back and retain his dignity. He observed with some rejection that he bore a despicable resemblance to a beast in heat, yet it did not stop him from making his way over to the back compound. This window was bolted shut so he entered via the door and made straight for the room she had picked for her quarters, asking himself furiously why, in the name of bleeding victory, he went out of his way to shut the door behind him without making a sound. He resumed his ridiculous sneaking anyway and stole over to the futon at the back of the cramped space. The object of his obsession had kicked her covers to the foot of the futon, leaving her naked and lying curled up with her back turned to him, the outrageous abundance of curves that made up her honey-skinned body nestled in snug and neat array. She looked small. And gorgeous. And completely out of place.
Seeing her actually occupy the meagre lodgings she had been granted in this inhospitable, discarded-crap-ridden, dilapidated building, it struck him how wrong this whole situation was and how sadly ignorant he had been of the mechanisms that brought it about. He could have insisted on better accommodations for this unwanted following that was his by right. He should have. That he had resigned himself to his position as the court jester here, did not mean he should convict his kinsmen to be treated with the same disregard. The woman had them stowed away with all the other stuff she had no use for. From her end she was putting up three additional brutes to the one she had long ago allowed into her bed and she had made it very clear that she did not want them here. That was her right, this was her home and Vegeta being a guest here himself, had no say in how she ran it, but honestly, he shouldn't allow such poor treatment. He didn't care what the woman's views on him were, these were no alien degenerates in need of her sadly lacking hospitality. The fierce little captain and her men were soldiers sent out to find him and bring him back home safely and they had lost everything to that task. They were here for him and they were staying in these dishonouring conditions out of fealty to a prince who too had disregarded them. Vegeta was certain that Captain Akane of the Marauder S4 would be anywhere but here, had it not been for his own lodgings around here. She saw it as her duty to stick around just as much as he saw it as his to not kick her and her men out.
His gaze passed over the stacks of boxes at the foot of the futon. Capsules, an invention made by the woman's father that she had further developed and was gaining traction across the globe. The mother of his babes was steering this muck-hole out of their dark ages onto the path of technological sophistication. Who knew what she was setting in motion. An age from now this planet could be counting itself amongst the advanced ones. There must be a capsule house somewhere in those boxes, a real place to stay for her and her men, and he wondered why no one had thought of those before, not even the woman who didn't want them putting up here. Because those sold for a boatload of zeni and she wasn't wasting money on his monkey friends. Even his idiot adversary had recognized that. If there was a capsule house in this discarded bunch, there would be something wrong with the design that made it unfit for the market, but as long as it had walls and a roof, it was still a house and more than the captain and her men had now. He would send them off with that and enough supplies to keep them comfortable until they had figured out how they wanted to fashion their new lives on Earth without the duty he was going to relieve them from. The capsules weren't his to give, but he would sell that to the woman as a means – and a bargain – to get rid of her unwanted lodgers. Getting them out would solve this situation for everyone. It would also put his new obsession out of his reach with two very keen arseholes for company and the instincts that had brought him here, were wholly against raising her from squalor. But, inescapable as the baser side of him felt at the moment, he could not keep her shacked up in storage like this to serve his own needs. Such would make him no better than the tyrant she and her men had escaped. She deserved real freedom, a chance to shape her own future in the same way he had done when he deserted Frieza. The captain's fealty to him was without purpose and he should tell her that.
Vegeta let his gaze sweep her again. Even if she really did look small enough to fit inside his pocket, she may well be the biggest obstacle he had ever tried to overcome. She could have her freedom, but not before he made the point he had come here to make. These trysts, if she wanted to continue them, were meant for him and her, not him, her and her underlings. Should she refuse, it would serve him just as much to no longer have her in his periphery. Then at least he would not have to be around for it when others took what he wanted only if he could have it to himself. He was somewhat relieved that she did not stir, was as yet unaware of his presence. He wasn't quite ready to face her and admit his defeat, much less set her free from the duty that bound her to him. It was another ploy though, he quickly understood. She wasn't oblivious of him being there at all. Her body was a bit too motionless and tense for this to be true slumber. She had stuck out her round arse just a bit too conveniently for him as well. More proof that she had drawn him out on purpose. She simply lay waiting to collect what her manipulations had gained her and he reckoned that she had known what he was struck with well ahead of him standing here realising that there were no lunar influences or infernal infections to blame for the state he was in. It was her. She had him by the balls. He was just proper cunt struck.
The devious creature refused to acknowledge his presence or stir from her not-slumber, seemingly hell bent on letting this play out her way. It was hell to endure, and Vegeta should know, he had been sent there twice. He was unwilling to buckle and show himself reigned by his cock like she believed him to be, no matter his cock agreeing with her presumptions so insistently that he was pitching a tent. This was turning into quite the satiric scene. What was he even doing? He had already lost by coming here. Standing over her waving around a stiff one without using it only made him look stupid on top of spineless. She may have schemed to bring him here, he doubted she understood what it was that she had brought down on herself. She would learn soon enough.
His clothing proved the right choice because he was rid of them within a heartbeat and slipping naked against her back on the futon in another, his cock seeking out the crease at the tops of her lush thighs on its own volition and coming to lie smack against her nook. The close contact was enough to draw her slick from her. She was good to go. Her drive really was a tremendous thing. Still, it did not warrant going on a berserk cock collection and Vegeta lost his appreciation for the endless opportunities her insatiability offered the second he gained it. He had come here accepting that he would have to suffer her victory, that she would refuse his advances and mock him for giving chase again, but she uncurled and very slowly stretched out her heavenly curves against him, her upper body twisted so that her shoulders were on the futon and her arse stayed backed-up into his loins. She let her arms drop to the pillow above her head, fully copping to the wet want between her legs and surrendering herself to the remedy he had for that.
"There you are, Prince." Akane said breathily, her seduction overt to the point of satire as well. It would have been a turn-off if she hadn't been using it to that effect. There was that sense of humour. She was having fun, with him or at his expense. He wasn't in the mood for it either way. Her hard gaze lifted to his. There was more hell in those amber eyes, and all for him to pay.