(Beerus's Temple - Outer Fields)
"Yikes." Goku said, his body visibly tensing as soon as Vegeta concluded his story. "I mean, I know how much you value your privacy but was it really necessary to get violent with that Bulat guy?"
"Of course it was." The prince quickly replied, his tone not even attempting to hide his annoyance. "The fool didn't bother to knock and as you should know, I have a low tolerance for that kind of stupidity."
"Well I guess that makes sense, but isn't that a little… I dunno, extreme?"
"I don't know Kakarot, would you just let some random fool barge into your room while you and your woman are engaged in those activities?" In response, the more air-headed warrior lightly grasped his chin and cocked one brow upward.
"Well I guess not but why would I care? I mean it's not like it's super imp-and I can see your eye's twitching now so something tells me I should stop." Goku said right as he began to instinctively draw his torso back, ready for what he was sure was going to be an inevitable beatdown.
"S-Smart choice Kakarot." Vegeta replied through grit teeth, his body shaking the whole way through. After letting out a sigh of relief that things didn't turn ugly, the Saiyan quickly straightened himself out and changed the subject, his desire to very much not incur his short-tempered friend's wrath being very clear.
"So you mind telling me what happened the next morning?"
"Sure thing." Vegeta replied, his tone still showcasing a tinge of annoyance. "Luckily for me, Sheele was good enough to keep quiet about the whole thing so that the working relationship wouldn't be strained so overall it was a pretty normal day…" Right then and there, the prince couldn't help but smirk. "With two exceptions."
"Is that the kind of smirk that indicates I should be worried or happy?" Ignoring the idiot, the prince simply continued on.
"Both were absolutely lovely. The second wasn't much since all that happened was that my blow just so happened to knock the big one's memory of the night a bit out of whack meaning that when he woke up, he couldn't report it to anyone but as for the first?" Immediately the prince's smirk shifted into being that of a full-blown grin. "Oh the first was the absolute best. It happened right when the sun came up for that girl decided to give me and my 'little friend' a special wake-up call."
"A wake-up call, like what did she turn on the alarm clock just for you?" Right away, the prince shot him a look that was both confused and frustrated which in turn confused the Saiyan. "What?" No response came with the only movement that occurred being, from what Goku could tell, his arms moving into their usual crossed position.
"I mean is that not what a wake-up call is?" Still no response came from the prince. For the next few seconds, Goku lightly grasped his chin right as his oft under-utilized mind started browsing through the possible alternative meanings that the term "wake-up call" could have and he even had the bright idea of vocalizing them.
Of course, it was a bright idea for him but as for the prince? It was anything but that.
"Did she call your phone?" Right away, the prince's eye twitched, signaling to Goku that was the wrong answer and if he had any sense, it would've signaled to him that he should've stopped right there but of course, this was Goku and while he was absolutely a brilliant fighter, he was at best an average thinker.
"Oh! Did she serve you breakfast while in bed?" A few more twitches came and soon after, Vegeta could feel a vein in his forehead starting to pulse ever so slightly as it almost always did when talking with a clown like Goku who speaking of which, was pondering for a few more moments when suddenly a "bright" idea lit up above him.
"Oh I get it!" Right away, Vegeta gave a "Humph." in reply, the thought that this ridiculousness had finally ended now entering his mind and bringing him at least some form of relief.
"She not only was sweet enough to turn on the alarm but she also took a picture of her boobies for you to show Trunks!" If light-bulbs really did appear above the heads of others right when a supposed good idea came to mind like they did in cartoons, there was no doubt in Vegeta's head that he would've already taken it and smashed it over his partner's head for saying something that ridiculously stupid. Blissfully unaware of the prince's quickly furrowing brow, Goku continued on.
"Ah ha, so that's what you mean by 'little friend'! Though to be honest, I never took Trunks for being that kind of guy." Once more, the prince's forehead vein began to pulse with it this time doing so far more profusely. "I mean, wasn't he with Mine?" Right away the prince couldn't help but let out a low and quick growl, prompting the Saiyan to start sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh, ah heh, heh, sorry about that, I meant… I meant… Oh darn it, I can't remember. Hey Vegeta, what was the name of the girl that dated Trun-" Not being able to take it anymore, Vegeta's head seemed to grow bigger right as he snapped angrily.
"SHE GAVE ME A HANDJOB YOU THIRD RATE DOLT!" Taken aback by his reaction, the Saiyan with a yelp immediately fell backward, his head hitting the ground with a light but noticeable "THUD!". "AND WHY I WOULD I EVER DO THAT TO TRUNKS?! THAT IS ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING, WHAT DID YOU ONCE DO THAT WITH YOUR OWN SON?!" Quickly once the Saiyan picked himself back up, his gaze met his friend's.
"No way! Chi-Chi was mad enough when I brought home that weird Bob and Margaret book from Roshi's house for Goten, she'd absolutely kill me if I did something like that! I was just confused, that's all!" Goku yelled out with nervous laughter, all the while his hands fearfully shook from side-to-side. Following soon after this, Vegeta scowled for a few more moments at Kakarot, all the while he continued to let out a few breaths until he finally cooled down enough which he showcased with how he slowly sat back down which prompted Goku to immediately move back to his spot.
"Sorry about that," Goku said nervously with a small laugh. "I don't exactly know all that much about these special terms."
"Clearly." Vegeta muttered in response.
"But with that out of the way, how about we pick up where we left off and you tell me who you slept with next?" The prince remained silent, his position having already shifted to where he was turning away from the man, prompting a usual whine.
"I promise I won't say anything stupid or interrupt or do anything like that. Trust me I can be a very good and quiet listener." A few seconds later but not without a sigh of frustration, the prince turned to face the man again.
"Fine." He let out. "This next one I slept with was someone who was as dangerous as she was beautiful. Following my night with Sheele, I slept with Esdeath, a general of the Empire and th-"
"Whoa, hold on!" Goku interjected. "You actually slept with a member of the Empire?!"
"She was not JUST a member of the Empire." Vegeta replied with annoyance. "She was also supposedly one of their top warriors and the leader of a special division that was formed specifically for fighting Night Raid called the Jaegers." Right away, the low-class Saiyan's jaw dropped.
"G-Get out! You can't be serious!"
"Oh but I am." Vegeta responded with a smirk of amusement. "After all I wouldn't be telling you any of this if I was lying. Oh and one detail I have to mention is that this one just so happened to fall in love with me."
"What! Okay NOW you are kidding me right?"
"I NEVER kid Kakarot."
"Is that so?" A few seconds later, the Saiyan began to lean in closer, his lips having now curled into a smirk with his eyes being full of interest. "Well in that case, you just HAVE to tell me everything."
"And that I will gladly do." Vegeta began, his smirk having become a full blown grin. "And trust me you're going to love this one. So it all started when I entered this tournament…"
(NOTE: This takes place a few weeks after Vegeta slept with Sheele.)
(Imperial Capital Outskirts)
Following his insanely brutal battle with that giant dog creature and the lovely time with Sheele that night had ended with, the prince and Najenda had both decided to hold a very quick meeting that resulted in two very crucial decisions with the first being that officially, the Saiyan Prince was finally going to have underlings to rule over for he was officially made the temporary second-in-command for Night Raid until further notice and the second was that for the next few days until their next mission starting as soon as that talk finished, they would all start training with Vegeta as to prevent any further issues and it was upon hearing this mentioned that a certain pink-haired sniper couldn't help but lower her head while a certain brown-haired boy couldn't help but flinch and turn to face the two with eyes wide open as if he had just heard them say something as insane like "We're going to turn ourselves in to the Empire." but the same most definitely couldn't be said for the rest who were all VERY enthused about the possibility of doing whatever it took to get stronger regardless of how much of a challenge it was.
And judging from the stony countenance that Vegeta possessed that day, they certainly were about to be put through one amazing challenge.
And so for the next few days, whenever they weren't coming up with battle strategies, on a small mission or in the case of the boss, busy with some late-night or afternoon "stress relief", every member of Night Raid was put through what could only be described as a boot camp from hell what with all the screaming that was done, the blood, sweat and tears that were spilled and how at the end of every session their bones and muscles were just begging for the torment to be over. It was extreme, it was vicious and on more than a few occasions people like Tatsumi came up and told him that it was a bit excessive which in the back of his mind, Vegeta already knew. But with every time it was said to him, the prince would simply flash him a look that said with no words at all "Quit your whining." and that was all that was needed for them to silence themselves which they'd comply with very quickly although they didn't exactly have a clue on how this kind of extremely long-lasting and grueling training was supposed to help with anything other than leaving them worn-out and with loads of bruises.
And then something truly special had occurred. In another life, Night Raid would catch what would be the truly terrifying news that the Three Beasts, a trio of some of the most cold and ruthless enforcers to ever walk the face of the planet and serve in General Esdeath's army, had officially returned to the Capital and with that they'd make their entrance with the news that they had murdered Honest's political rival as well as his daughter with the scene descriptions being far too horrific for most human ears though unfortunately, there would be absolutely nothing they could do about it due to the very obvious indications that this was supposed simply draw them out so that they'd be easy pickings for Esdeath and her goons. However in this life, this was where things took a much different approach. At first, it started as normally as it would in that other life with the Three Beasts stopping the carriage and very easily tearing through the soldiers, leaving Prime Minister Chouri to watch as the massive brutish Daidara had his daughter down on her knees, grasping at her wounded side with her gaze being directed towards the younger blonde Nyau who little did she know in one life would be the face of her killer.
"Well you're a feisty one aren't ya?" The young one began as he crouched down, his unnerving smile never ceasing even as he drew what was one massive butcher knife. "But considering the things I'm about to do to you, you're gonna wish you've been killed alr-" It came in a flash, one moment the boy had his knife drawn, ready to do lord knows what to the young Spear's body and the next, the girl watched as one MASSIVE lance type weapon ripped through the air and before she knew it the boy was gone with the attack exerting so much force that she felt a mildly harsh wind blow through her blonde locks soon after the weapon passed. Right then and there, time stopped with the older man immediately ceasing his murderous actions to look back at the scene behind him and it was here that despite his experience, the man couldn't help but gasp at the sight of Nyau slumped over on his side with a truly massive, impressive and yet oddly familiar metal blade embedded deep into his skull which was just oozing with pools upon pools of a dark crimson fluid. Right away, the man could feel his defense mechanisms tensing, going into a state of vigilant readiness, his natural aggression already ramping up to the next level in preparation for what was to come next. Quickly his gaze snapped towards his brutish comrade who had already made his way out further onto the stone pathway with weapon hanging down by his side, ready to smash whoever or whatever it was that interrupted their "fun".
"Come on you cowards!" Daidara boomed, his grip only tightening around his weapon. "I know you're out there!" No response came with the only noise they could hear being mild breeze that had brushed along the cool outskirts from the very moment they got there which did not help the old man's quickly intensifying state. With all his experience, he was prepared for anything whether it be a simple Danger Beast or considering the reason they were called in, Night Raid so it wasn't necessarily a matter of fear even if Nyau's death did unnerve him. Hell, the very possibility that this might be a trick, some kind of poorly conceived prank had crossed his mind. It was always possible that someone had just gotten lucky with a toss that was intended to either scare them or serve as a mild threat and they just so happened to be a perfect shot and kill one of their comrades.
Of course the idea was ridiculous but when you live in a world where your commander has the ability to manipulate ice, one's sense of what was reality and what wasn't is never exactly the most normal.
Calmly, Daidara edged closer towards the direction the weapon's handle was pointing towards, his grip never loosening even for a moment even as his muscles tensed and twitched with anxiety which would go on for at least a few more seconds when finally, the three struck with the huge brute not even getting a chance to react when the flash of blue charged towards him, his instincts having just barely kicked in when he felt something rock hard and fleshy tear through his stomach which quickly became increasingly warm which there was no doubt in his mind was due to the blood that was quickly pooling out. His expression full of shock, the man's head shakily looked down towards his attacker with his vision being very quickly over taken by one massive head of spiky pitch black hair which was just a few inches shy of being considered ridiculous and from what he could tell, he was wearing a dark blue skintight suit with from what he could tell, white gloves and boots.
Though very quickly, it was found that was all he was going to be picking out for a few seconds later, the man could feel something beginning to burn inside him, like someone had stuck a branding iron inside his chest which lasted for only a few seconds for before he knew it, one small but nevertheless POWERFUL blue energy beam fired forth from his neck, the heat of which was so great that it immediately incinerated his large cranium, much to the shock of the older man whose jaw had fallen slack.
"What the…" Asked the man quietly with his next few words being expressed through thought. "That's… impossible! How can a man with that much power ex-" Before his thoughts could be finished, the man was almost immediately caught off-guard by one hand lunging forward with a pair of meaty fingers snapping themselves tight around the older man's throat which came with such tremendous speed and strength that he felt as the cartilage popped. It happened so fast that, despite the strength and weight discrepancy for he very quickly found that the hands were not exactly as meaty and that they belonged to a teenage boy, the older man was caught off-guard but only for what would've been the briefest of moments.
If it weren't for that previous fact in regards to who it was that had attacked him.
"What in the…" The man thought as his hands desperately clawed at the young one's sleeves, trying desperately to look for a weak point for his weapon to bring a swift end. "A-A teenage boy? There's… there's no way this is happening. I-I'm General Liver, one of the Empire's top warriors, a personal servant to G-G-General Esdeath, how am I being bested by a lone boy?" Still not willing to let up, the general continued to struggle against the boy's grip, his eyes gazing into his as he did so which were very obviously darkened with rage with it only becoming more prominent as his grip began to tighten even more with his nails now digging into his flesh. Eventually, things got even worse for before he knew it, his face had started to turn a very dark shade of purple and his eyes were starting to bulge outwards all the while the edges of his vision began to cloud but just when he thought it would finally be over, that's when a voice rang out, one that was booming and familiar.
"That's enough Tatsumi, I'll take it from here." A few seconds later, Liver felt as the tight grasp around his throat finally loosened which allowed him to let out a series of ragged breaths and coughs all the while Tatsumi moved from his position to help another older bald man up to his feet which was being watched patiently by the man in spiky hair with a stony, unflinching expression which one could easily confuse for disappointment though deep down, he was most pleased by this turn of events. Eventually however, his attention would soon be taken by the blonde girl behind him who was still on her knees, grasping her injured side with a pained expression and judging from the eyes, she looked like she was both fearful as well as on the verge of tears. With a sigh, the prince calmly glanced around, his eyes searching for a piece of fabric to wrap the wound with, all the while the now armored Bulat faced his former commander with a glare though one obviously would not be able to tell due to his mask but as for his voice and actions?
Just the way he snarled his words and hoisted the man up by his collar was more than enough for one to see the seething rage he felt inside.
"You murdering, double-crossing bastard." Bulat began, his voice low and vicious.
"I-It"s good to see you too Bulat." Liver managed to choke out. "I have to say, it brings me such good memories to see you wearing that arm-"
"Save it!" The big man replied right as he delivered a vicious punch to Liver's abdomen, knocking the wind out of the general's sails. "As far as I'm concerned from this point forward, you have no right to call me by my name." A few seconds later and right as Liver let out a sigh, Tatsumi couldn't help but stare in awe at the scene in front of him, even though his attention should've been completely devoted to the old man he was currently propping up.
"Is… is this the same guy bro was talking about in the story from his past?" The young one thought, his mouth agape at the confrontation. As for the other man however who was busy using the few bits of cloth that weren't stained with blood to cover up the young girl's wound, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"I don't know what he's doing but he needs to hurry up and finish him." The Saiyan Prince thought to himself right as he finished tying the last knot. "This is a battlefield, not a simple business meeting."
"I should've known this would be the reaction," Liver said. "after all it has been a long time and considering your differences with the Empire? This was not going to end with a simple toast to our reunion."
"Heh, you know there's a part of me that still wishes that was the case." Bulat replied, his voice showing traces of disgust. "But had I known this was the kind of animal you'd become? Even if that reunion came under the happier circumstances I still think I'd kill you."
"Likewise but still it's such a shame. You were one of my absolute best, one of the Empire's most finely crafted warriors. If only you had joined me and Master Esdeath. Th-"
"Wait a second, Esdeath?!" Bulat shouted, his muscles visibly tensing. "That one's your master?!"
"Why yes." Liver replied with a nod. "You haven't heard? Well I don't blame you, it's such a long sto-" Having quickly realized how personal this was getting, the big man wasted no time and so while he was in mid-sentence, he took his chance and jammed his knee right into the man's stomach, the force being so great he could feel some of his ribs give way with a light "CRACK!" which was soon followed up by him spitting red out onto his knee, thus staining the white pants, a sight that caused Vegeta to let out a sigh.
"Finally." He muttered under his breath all the while both he and Tatsumi watched as the man wasted no time and wordlessly followed up that strike with one vicious beatdown, one that as far as Liver could see was as vicious as it was expertly executed. Each blow seemed to draw upon years upon years of training for each was delivered with practiced skill and were designed to injure and hurt with expert precision for it seemed as though every punch or knee was drawing blood.
"Wow," Tatsumi thought. "same guy or not, bro's really letting him have it. Former ally or not, I guess whatever this guy did it had to have been serious." Once again, whereas the boy was left staring slack-jawed and with eyes widened along with both who he guessed was Chouri and the blonde girl, Vegeta's thoughts remained the same, the thoughts of when Gotenks kept fooling around in his fight with Buu ringing through his mind. Finally after a few more moments of watching what was admittedly an impressive but pointless display of brutality, the prince snapped.
"DAMN IT BULAT!" He yelled out with the sudden shift in both tone and volume causing the blonde girl to jump back with surprise. "QUIT STALLING AND KILL THIS BASTARD!" Immediately, the big man couldn't help but chuckle right as he finished landing another brutal punch to Liver's face.
"Oh trust me, I was just getting to that." And with that final word, Bulat took a few moments to stare into Liver's face, his eyes darting over all the various bruises, cuts and scrapes that he had inflicted which when viewed by someone who really didn't have any clue on what was going on, one would assume that they were a psychopath admiring their "handiwork". But for those who did know or at least, if they had a chance to look through the armored warrior's head, one would see a completely different reaction.
"Liver…" He mentally began right as various memories of the two being together flashed through his mind with events ranging from them simply fighting side-by-side to a simple nice chat over a delicious meal after a night's worth of missions and training. As this was going on, the man shifted his position to where his right arm was viciously gripping the older man by the throat with his position being so that he was held a good distance away from him all the while his free hand moved into a position to where his open palm was facing his chest with his gaze not leaving his for even a fraction of a second.
"Such a shame you never bothered to join me." Liver began, his voice clearly pained upon receiving the vicious beatdown. "It was always a bit of a hidden desire of mine to have another chance to fight by your side and to see to it that you were properly rewarded for your service." Despite how his palm was now ever so slightly shaking, Bulat took in a deep breath, his mind digging through each and every memory of his rigorous training piece by piece with one phrase sticking out above it all.
"The mission comes first." Then for an instant that seemed like it was going to extend into forever, nothing happened. No further beatings, no words, the only sound that filled the air was the notable faint breeze which took every opportunity to nip at any and all exposed flesh and in the case of the Saiyan Prince, his years worth of combat training in the physical, mental and energy side of things caused his ears to perk up at the sound of very faint footsteps which nearly prompted him to yell once more to the hardened assassin that he had to move quickly but then it was when he saw it. After a few more seconds of accumulating this newfound and extremely potent power that Vegeta introduced him to, a deep golden energy beam burst forth from Bulat's open palm and lanced outward to pierce his former commander's chest from front to back, the sight followed up by a gasp from Tatsumi, Chouri and the young girl and silence from Vegeta. As for the one at the receiving end of it all, one would expect a pained expression or in the case of how these two shared a lot of history together, a look that clearly showed the man was accepting the whole scene that was occurring without believing.
But in the case of Liver, there was nothing. As soon as the bright energy beam appeared, it had quickly dissipated into nothingness, the surprise it left in its wake being a single MASSIVE gaping hole in the Imperial's chest which further showcased the sheer destructive power of this new ability for there seemed to be absolutely no sign that his heart, lungs or ribs were left intact. With his glance only being centered on the now lifeless body of his former commander for just a fraction of a second longer, Bulat's grip finally loosened with the body falling limply to the ground below. Almost immediately but not before getting a non-verbal confirmation from Chouri that he was okay to walk, a deeply concerned Tatsumi rushed to the man's side right as his armor disappeared in a golden haze.
"Bro?" He called out right as his hand lightly shook his shoulder. "Bro, are you okay?" In most situations like this, one was safe to expect that the person who just committed such a difficult and horrific act would fall to their knees right as two steady streams of tears poured down their face, at long last showcasing that their composure had been completely shattered and that their core had been shaken.
And if Vegeta had received that thought what with him being someone who had spent the grand majority of his life killing and maiming before some of these people were even sperm cells, he would not be able to keep himself from just looking into Tatsumi's eyes and just laughing. After all, when you're dealing with trained assassins such as these who each have had their own dark secrets and are currently leading lives so dark and depraved that it became a requirement for one to keep their emotions in check, even something like this wasn't going to faze them and sure enough, a few seconds later, things quickly took a sharp and VERY unexpected turn when in just a few seconds, Bulat had gone from staring at the results of their grueling training to having Tatsumi in a headlock with his hand giving him a very rough and playful noogie.
"You silly boy of course I am!" Bulat said with a hearty laugh and grin. "What you think something like that would be enough to get me all teary eyed?!"
"Whoa now hold on!" The young boy called out, his attempts to free himself from the muscular man's grasp very quickly failing. For the next few seconds, it was only now that Vegeta couldn't help but allow himself the chance to develop a small smirk and take in a nice deep breath through his nose and as soon as he exhaled, he turned to face the young girl who still was very visibly frightened thus prompting the Saiyan to put on his best attempt at a tone of concern.
"Can you stand?" A few seconds later and with a groan as well as a nod that amounted to "I think I can.", the blonde began to work her way back up to her feet, her face only mildly wincing in response to her wounded side. It took a bit of work but eventually, the woman found herself once more on her two legs with her weapon still in hand. Very quickly before she could let out any reply, an older male voice called out.
"Spear!" Right away, the young blonde turned just in time to see the older man rushing towards her with arms outstretched, the sight of which caused her eyes to start dampening with tears.
"Father!" She shouted with a voice full of happiness right before the two entered a loving familial embrace, their eyes shutting as they both took the moment to revel in the fact that the two of them were still alive.
It was all very sweet and charming, Bulat and Tatsumi mused as they observed the very happy reunion, the kind of sight that only served to further remind them of just how imperative it was for the Revolutionary Army to bring down the Empire so that way, the whole Capital could be graced by hundreds of smiling and laughing faces somewhat similar to this one. As for the hardened Saiyan warrior however, he couldn't really bring himself to forget that they were currently in what was about to become hostile territory for if the distant footsteps were to be believed, they were soon to be visited by squads of roving Imperial soldiers who would be more than inclined to kill on sight. Of course for someone like Vegeta whose pool of power was so deep and vast that even before he obtained the legendary Super Saiyan transformation, he was already destroying planets with literally a single finger and so there was absolutely nothing that these soldiers could do.
But with that said, he was only a temporary member of Night Raid who were all quickly turning out to be extremely capable with the level of training they were engaging in with him and if there was one thing he absolutely loathed, especially from his days of being under the tyrannical Frieza's thumb, it was that feeling of being babysat with problems he very easily could solve himself being taken care of by people who saw him as little more than a child playing dress-up and when coupled with how they were assassins whose sole purpose is to get in and get out without a trace, the notion of staying to fight off a squad of soldiers was more than a little ridiculous.
"We'll have a party later," He finally told them in his usual brusque manner. "In fact, if you'd like I'll even bring the cake. Right now however we need to get a move on. I don't think the Empire would just attack their own like this without some sort of plan."
"Good idea." Bulat said with a nod right as he pulled his weapon free from Nyau's corpse with his boot being used as some form of extra leverage, the thought prompting Tatsumi to turn towards his friend with a confused expression.
"Wait what? Come on bro, we can take them! After all, you saw how we did with those powers, we were unstopp-"
"Only because we got the jump on them first." Bulat interjected right as he reactivated Incursio. "If we had fully mastered these abilities then maybe but keep in mind, just because we can put on a deadly light show and pull off some flashy tricks, caution still should be taken at any and all times. You never know when the odd Imperial Arms will catch you off-guard." The young boy opened his mouth to say something more when he then started mull over his mentor's words. Like it or not, he was right and as he had seen on more than enough occasions during his tenure with Night Raid, even with the startlingly impressive skills and powers each of the members had, there were still a few occasions where thanks to a slip-up or a sneak attack they never saw coming, they nearly paid the price. And so with that he simply lowered his head.
"You're right," He said, his voice lower and filled with disappointment in himself. "sorry about that." His peppy attitude quickly returning, the man with a hearty laugh gave his apprentice a healthy and happy slap on the back.
"No worries!" Bulat cheerily let out. "In fact, I understand why you'd suggest that in the first place. Vegeta's training is absolutely amazing! Never would I have thought prior to the training that the human body was capable of generating such amazing power even without the assistance of an Imperial Arms but now that I have gone through it, I feel like I could almost take on the world if I wanted t-"
"Quit your yapping and get a move on." Vegeta interjected. "In case it wasn't obvious earlier, we don't have all damn day to spend time gushing about my training."
"Right, sorry about that." Bulat said with a sheepish chuckle that sounded eerily similar to the kind a certain orange Gi wearing clown would let out before finally making his preparations to charge away from the area with Tatsumi and Vegeta soon doing the same and in the case of the latter, he couldn't help but roll his eyes in response to the big man. However, before they could take off, there was a very obvious elephant in the room that needed addressing which they both were drawn to with the sound of a sharp female pitch.
"Wait a second!" Right then and there, the trio stopped which left the prince feeling particularly frustrated.
"What?" He questioned brusquely, his arms fully crossing as he stared at the two. A few seconds later, the older man stepped forward, his body visibly shaking with either nervousness or gratitude though Vegeta really couldn't tell which one it was.
"First let me real quickly just give you thanks for your efforts in dealing with those hooligans." Chouri began. "It is most unfortunate that the circumstances of this conflict had to come down to this b-"
"You said you'd quickly give us thanks and yet you're still going?" The prince interrupted. "Old man, I am not in the mood to have my time wasted."
"Vegeta, that's Prime Minister Chouri." Bulat said bluntly, his tone now far more serious. "He's the head of the Empire, I think you should show him more res-" Immediately Vegeta's eyes widened.
"Hold on, is this man seriously the head of the Empire?" Immediately the big man nodded all the while Chouri couldn't help but take note of the prince's very harsh and angry tone.
"Yes, but please don't get the wrong idea. I am not the one behind the rampant corruption."
"Clearly seeing as how someone inside very clearly put a hit on you." Vegeta replied, prompting the man to shakily nod his head.
"Speaking of that and just the Empire in general, that was actually what I was wanting to ask you about." Chouri began. "Just who are you people?" Right away, the Saiyan Prince couldn't help but once more take note of the rapidly approaching footsteps with the sound becoming easier and easier to make out. With his nerves now being on-edge, the prince wasted no time and quickly grabbed the two tightly.
"We can talk about all this and more back at our base." Vegeta quickly said. "A location like this and at this time is just simply no place for this kind of talk."
"I for one am with him on this one Prime Minister." Bulat chimed in with a nod. Despite the many questions he had in his head, Chouri knew far better than to push on in a situation as tense as this one and instead kept his mouth shut and simply nodded. Then a few seconds later, the trio with the Prime Minister and his daughter both in tow took off away from the scene at speeds so great that not one Imperial was able to get a glimpse of the perpetrators with the only sight they were left with being the brutally mangled remains of the Three Beasts as well as several soldiers.
A few days later…
(Imperial Capital)
After the brutal "fight" or as Tatsumi would quickly refer to it in his own less than savory way, the fucking massacre, that had occurred with the Three Beasts, Najenda was more than a little surprised but still impressed and extremely happy nonetheless to both see the face of the Prime Minister and learn of the complete and utter annihilation of some of the Empire's best. Actually, to say that Najenda was merely happy was a bit of an understatement. She was absolutely brimming with excitement with the mission report bringing to her face what Lubbock could only describe as the largest smile that she had given in years. Granted it wasn't like an extreme goofy cartoonish grin with teeth showing but still, it was far more prominent than the standard light curving of lips he was used to and when coupled with how her voice was absolutely brimming with life during the period in which she gave her thanks and congratulations to the trio, it almost felt as if he was looking at a completely new woman.
But of course, eventually business had to take place and with her years of experience coming to mind very easily, it was no surprise to him when a few moments later, her tone shifted to the standard firm soldier-type voice that he was more than a little used to though in this case it was for a very good reason. Sitting the two of them down carefully with extra care being taken to accommodate Spear and her injury, the boss simply looked them in the eyes and explained everything that was going on to them and if one were to ask Lubbock or any other member for that matter who remained in that room, he meant EVERYTHING was explained. From the explanation in regards to Night Raid's formation to the Empire's quickly devolving state, some of this wasn't exactly the freshest of information to the both of them considering what they explained in regards to why they were taking that trip but needless to say, it still worked wonders as far as shaking the two to their core, especially in the case of Chouri whose expression could only be described as a mixture of sadness, shock, confusion and of course anger, that fourth one being especially shared by the Saiyan Prince as he hung back in the background, listening to it all with every word causing his brow to furrow and veins to pulse. Despite his standard lack of care for what others were dealing with, just hearing stories of this massive empire's rampant problem with corruption and how a ruler was nearly robbed of their rightful position by assassins who would no doubt attempt spin this in a different light as to keep the populace quiet rang far too many familiar bells and brought out more than a few memories of a certain white and purple alien laughing maniacally as he proceeded to break his body and spirit.
If this had occurred at another point in time, especially if it was back when he merely tolerated Earth and its people due to his desire to battle Goku, there was absolutely no doubt in the mind of the Saiyan Prince that he would've stormed the gates of the Imperial Capital with golden hair flowing through the wind and screams of fury echoing through the air all the while proceeding to unload waves upon waves of energy blasts into the dreaded kingdom all the while reveling in making the dictators who stood up on their high horse scream with agony. However, not only was it not that period of time, he also knew very well that he had to restrain himself from doing just that. After all, as much as he hated to admit it, he had grown a soft spot for the innocent humans of this mudball and considering how just about everyone, even the likes of himself, knew just how disastrous things could turn out if he let his rage get out of hand, he knew very well that his priorities were to stay put and continue training up these assassins so that way when the time was right, they'd be more than ready to raise the hell necessary to end the Empire once and for all.
And he especially realized this as the days went on by, during one night which just so happened to follow a "special" one-on-one session between the Saiyan Prince and the boss, the latter had told him that in a little while, she'd have to leave for what was going to hopefully be a fairly short meeting with the Revolutionary Army with the main draw of this being that the hope was to bring back some new members for Night Raid to bolster their numbers and increase their chances at bringing this war to a close. Of course, this filled the prince with a slight hint of confusion for he could've sworn that his training was doing more than enough and to that end Najenda very much agreed. However, she did make a very good point that since at the moment he was only a temporary member or at least, that was what he told her and therefore, it made a lot of sense that in case that it just so happens to leave them in the next few weeks or so that she'd bring in more helping hands who maybe, just maybe could be trained up by the other veterans if they were to get good enough, the thought of which the prince couldn't help but grin at.
And it was while she was on this subject that she revealed that after having some surprisingly short and yet nevertheless required discussions with Chouri, the Prime Minister has agreed to not only remain in their care until the time is right, he also agreed to the idea that his daughter, Spear, would officially join and fight alongside Night Raid for the time being and it was this news that Vegeta relayed to Lubbock who later would give this to the rest of the group as soon as Najenda left. Following this short announcement, of course everyone quickly congratulated Spear for being accepted into the group but right after that, they knew what was to follow with the obvious exception being of course their new member but unlike the last time where some members were more than a little worried about this and would soon find themselves aching in places that they didn't even know they had. This time even with how grueling it became and the pain they had to just walk off and deal with, everyone was more than determined to get as strong as they can, to break through all their limits and survive any fight and situation that would come their way.
Some of course, were motivated by other secondary reasons like Lubbock who made it no secret that he was working as hard as he was so that he can impress Najenda even more which due to their rather "intimate" interactions with one another, the prince couldn't help but smirk at but to him, it all did not matter, so long as he didn't hear any moaning and griping about how the training was so difficult or that they needed to take a break, they could be motivated by something as ridiculous as the desire to taste cheese again for all he cared and while on this subject during one of those days where he was locked in a vicious two-on-one session with Tatsumi and Spear, the prince couldn't help but vocally express how impressed he was with the young boy and how quickly he had gone from being a panting, somewhat pitiful mess to being far closer to a true warrior, a compliment that he couldn't help but stop to smile at. Of course, this was immediately met with a quick punch to the face followed up by some chastising due to how he left himself far too open but nevertheless, he still had to give him credit where credit was due.
And as for the young girl, he was more than a little impressed upon talking with her before their first training session where she revealed that during her time in the Empire, she practiced a martial art called the Imperial Fist and while he was as usual, very skeptical considering that his own fighting prowess was leagues above these people, he had to admit during her demonstration and especially during the purely martial arts driven sparring match that it was more than a little refreshing to see someone with some proper discipline and skills. Of course to be fair that wasn't to say Night Raid didn't have any but seeing as how the grand majority of them specialized in the usage of weapons and brute strength with the only ones who seemed to have some idea on martial arts being Akame and Leone, to have another one like them except this time they were well-versed and quite knowledgeable in this combat style was absolutely fantastic.
As the days went on by with the various members of Night Raid showing off more and more of their impressive feats, it didn't exactly take long for the group to receive the word that following the death of all its members and therefore the disbanding of the Three Beasts, Esdeath and Honest had taken matters into their own hands and formed a new fighting force to replace them. Of course to just about the entirety of the group, this wasn't exactly the most unexpected of actions for a group like this to take. Massive empires like the one Honest headed bore more than a passing resemblance to hydras, you cut off one head, be prepared for two more to sprout forth in its place and if they were to go on with that chain of thought with the replacement which was a seven-member group called the Jaegers, the amount of heads that were sprouting forth had more than doubled.
Not that it mattered much of course for the Saiyan Prince who needed only to look back at the fruits of his labor, his own strength and the fact that Najenda was soon going to return home with some more fresh faces for him to see just how utterly screwed the Empire was and was more than excited at the prospect of being able to do battle with all of its members very soon with him taking a special degree of pride in the fact that he had this chance all to himself with there being absolutely no chance for a certain goofy rival to show up and ruin everything.
But of course, he had to keep some degree of restraint. After all, actions like that took careful planning and time and seeing as how he was the second-in-command, it was high time that he started making those plans. And so during one of the very, VERY few days that the Saiyan Prince allowed his students to take a break with training, he and Lubbock gathered up Tatsumi as per the latter's suggestion before then proceeding to make their way into the Capital where Lubbock, due to this being one of the few occasions where he could actually show off some, showcased to the pair with Leone Leone by his side the library in which he worked as both a cover and as a means to earn money for their supplies. Of course to a Saiyan like Vegeta, this meant nothing especially when considering that much like a lot of the interiors of the various buildings that filled the Imperial Capital, there really wasn't much to write home about unless you counted some mildly polished brown walls and a pair of dusty bookcases as being points of interest.
Unbeknownst to him though, the green-haired man was more than prepared for his reaction or lack thereof and so as soon as he hurried them inside and locked the door, the boy showed off to him a deep hidden passage way which led to what was a small but mildly impressive war room. As for the Saiyan Prince's reaction? He was still less than enthused. After all, he was a man that for most of his life had to stare at the technological marvel that was Frieza's warship which despite his hatred for that monster, he couldn't help but admit that if there was one thing he wished he could've salvaged from the whole scenario, it was that thing.
However right before Lubbock could give the Saiyan Prince a piece of his mind on how a small, mildly cramped room should somehow be appreciated despite the fact the man had lived on a spaceship for most of his life, it was here where the blonde rushed them along and kept their focus on the topic at hand and it was with their renewed focus that Leone and Lubbock very quickly filled Vegeta and Tatsumi in on just a little bit more of Esdeath's background so that he wasn't left in the dark and needless to say, the former couldn't help but find the very idea of someone like her to be as enticing and intriguing as it was rage-inducing for with his experiences with vicious dictators like Frieza and how that one shriveled imp Babidi treated him in his belief that he could control him, the idea of this ruthless sadist who was able to get by for the longest time just by being vicious and cold to those under her was not only something he was used to, he was absolutely sick to death of it and at first, he was more than a little certain that this meeting was going to be a slog.
It was then that out of nowhere in a moment that would've led to a certain rival of his lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning, Lubba just had to let slip that the Empire was going to be holding a fighting tournament with the top prize being for those who won being from what he heard over two million in Imperial credits with the reveal of that detail causing Tatsumi to not be able to help himself but light up with a big stupid grin once he realized that would be MORE than enough to sustain his village, an opportunity that he felt made this whole scenario more than worth it to partake in and when coupled with the fact that his skills had improved TENFOLD thanks to the likes of Vegeta and his admittedly soul-crushing training, the prize might as well be gift-wrapped and sent to him and to top it all off, it would serve as more than adequate stress relief after hearing about and seeing the sheer level of hell the Empire put everyone through.
However, just before he could say anything, he then couldn't help but take note of the interested face of who was both his master and temporary commander which right then and there, caused a light to switch on in his head. Of course the only real caveat to this plan is that his master was… well, Vegeta.
"Hey um… Vegeta?" Tatsumi asked with there being no attempt to hide how nervous he was. Calmly, the prince turned towards him with one eyebrow cocked.
"Yes boy?" He said brusquely which would've left the boy as nothing more than a stammering and mumbling mess had it been him from a few days ago but as far as this time was concerned, he quickly took in a deep breath and finally asked him.
"I was thinking, since you're interested in this fighting tournament and how clearly compared to all of us you're the best fighter we know that may-"
"That maybe I could join?" Vegeta interjected, catching Tatsumi off-guard.
"Well yes but t-"
"Good to see your eyes work though the detail should've been obvious from the very moment the thread man brought the subject up." Taking note of the rather bizarre nickname, the green-haired assassin couldn't help but feel his face scrunching with confusion which came right as Leone couldn't help but let out a light giggle.
"I'm sorry, wh-" Before he could finish that sentence, Tatsumi quickly pressed on, not wanting the topic to be potentially lost in another discussion.
"That wasn't all. I was thinking that maybe once you win that prize money, you could hand it over to me?" Silence quickly filled the room with the Saiyan Prince cocking one brow upward out of intrigue for the reason behind a request like this which immediately upon noticing the boy continued on. "I was just thinking looking at you, you already look like a man who is more than equipped for this and well, my village is cripplingly poor and they really could use the extra he-"
"Done." Vegeta quickly interjected, his tone still as harsh as ever which sufficed to say had made trying to figure out if he had an emotional range that went beyond "bored" and "pissed off" quite a chore and with how frequently it happened, there was even some talk between Lubbock and Leone that maybe they could make that into a game and in the case of Tatsumi, it never ceased in leaving him woefully confused.
"Um, is that a yes or a n-"
"It's done." Vegeta once more interjected. "I have no use for the money anyway." Right as the last word left his lips, the boy couldn't help but feel his eyes widening with disbelief.
"Y-Y-You really mean i-"
"Of course I do, what do you think I'm a liar?" Right then and there, the tone changed.
"Oh no, no, no." Tatsumi quickly replied right as a large bead of sweat dropped down the side of his face. "I was just surprised." With a response that was as Vegeta as you could get, the Saiyan Prince let out a "Humph." as he shifted his gaze to Lubbock who he couldn't help but notice had a face full of concern.
"What is it thread man? Don't think I can take a few fools on?" Ignoring the still rather odd nickname considering how he has been with them for several days now, Lubbock simply pressed on with his question.
"Oh no, I have more than enough scars as proof that I know you can. It's just that…"
"It's just what?" Vegeta asked with a cocked eyebrow, only to take note of the lack of response a few seconds later. "Come on, spit it out."
"It's just, are you REALLY sure you want to do this?" Lubbock asked with a sigh. "I mean I saw how you were during Najenda's talk with the prime minister, this kind of act may ar-"
"Arouse what my anger?" The green-haired assassin gave off a nod, prompting the Saiyan Prince to stare at him completely dumbfounded. "Y-You honestly can't be serious, that's part of the reason why I'm joining in the first place!"
"I-I beg your pardon?"
"Take it from someone like me who has been to more tournaments than you've successfully mated, there are usually three reasons for someone to join events like these. It's to either to test their skills against some of the strongest opponents that the world has to offer, earn the large cash prize by winning it all which will in turn gain them glory and fame and for people like me?" Right then and there, the Saiyan Prince's lips curled into a large smirk right as his left hand balled up into a fist. "It's the perfect outlet for some stress relief." All the while paying no mind to the snort that the tall blonde let out following his comment from earlier, Lubba held one hand to his chin for a few seconds before giving a small nod.
"That makes a lot of sense." He began. "OK then, I was just wanting to m-hold on a moment, what was that crack about me and ma-"
"Never mind that." Tatsumi interjected. "What's important now that this part is settled is that we need to know when the tournament is."
"I find it kind of hard to just ignore something like th-" Seeing as how the man's sheepish comments clearly weren't getting them anywhere, Leone quickly chimed in as a means of moving the meeting along.
"It's happening tomorrow." Right then and there, the Saiyan Prince's smirk had shifted right into a full blown grin.
"This isn't even going to be a contest." Vegeta said in a tone that would've just reeked of unnecessary cockiness it weren't for the fact that everyone in the room knew just how true this was going to be. Finally after taking a few moments to shake himself free of the confusion over the unnecessary and downright hurtful cracks made about him, the green-haired warrior let out the exact few words everyone wanted to hear.
"Alright then, it's all said and done." And it was with those few words that soon after everyone immediately was making their way out, all with faces full of excitement on what was about to transpire and this especially went for the young brown-haired warrior who had to use every ounce of his strength just to keep from letting out one excited squee for at long last, after spending what felt like an eternity struggling to make it to where the Empire was as well as days upon days of grueling assassin work, training and in the case of his two best friends, emotional strain.
He FINALLY was about to see his main goal achieved.
One day later…
(Imperial Capital - Tournament Arena)
Despite the length of time between this and the last day being very, VERY negligible. To a hardened, battle-crazy warrior like the Saiyan Prince who chomped at the bit at every prospect of there being a satisfying challenge, it almost torturous and since he had officially decided the day prior that would when everyone could take a break from training, he couldn't even pass the time by getting in some sparring matches. But luckily for him, there was one method that was still available and as much as he absolutely loathed to admit it considering who taught him about this, he just had to swallow his pride and do it.
Image training was by far one of the greatest ideas that Kakarot ever could've given him.
But even with the inherent amusement that the Saiyan Prince had when it came to partaking in this kind of training and the jolt of life that would shoot up his spine whenever the occasional Danger Beast would wander into the fray and thus would give him something he could physically hit, the warrior quickly found that there was absolutely nothing he could find that would make the wait feel like any less of a slog than it currently was aside from the arduous and not to mention pointless prospect of maybe flying over to Capsule Corp. to see if that blue-haired woman just so happened to have a spare time machine lying around to just skip the wait entirely.
And so no one was really all that surprised that the prince chose to sleep not inside the base but rather outside and in his combat gear. Hell he didn't even take the time to lay down so much as he just sat against a tree with arms crossed and right there he just shut his eyes, his dreams most likely being about how this whole competition was beneath him and that everyone was very easily going to be crushed and as for when the day of the tournament finally arrived? It felt as if no one had a chance to even take a breath when the Saiyan immediately rushed inside and shook Tatsumi, Lubbock and Leone awake and specifically in that order before then immediately proceeding to rush out towards the Capital, his only words to them being that it was unwise to keep him waiting.
With that in their minds along with their experiences with just how powerful the Saiyan Prince was, the main trio wasted no time with their only stops being to make a quick breakfast before then rushing out the door, ready to see the prince in action, the excitement that graced their faces being almost infectious with Tatsumi's in particular being the most palpable with the massive toothy grin that graced his face the whole way through. The excitement even carried over to when they just made it to their seats and sat down.
"Come on Vegeta! You can do it!" Tatsumi mentally shouted, his body on the verge of shaking in its seat. However, for every positive, there must be a negative. For every yin there must be a yang and in this case, that one came in what was thankfully not a violent form but in this case, there was no excitement being felt in the tower up above. With one leg crossed over other, a tall, beautiful woman with light blue hair, dressed in a general uniform that was standard for most Imperial troops, gazed out at the scene below her with a face that showed nothing more than pure boredom.
"Well, let's just hope the disappointment isn't too extreme." She said to herself in a voice that almost sounded sultry as she looked out at the very plain pool of brown they called a battlefield which was absolutely surrounded by fans of all shapes, sizes, ages, races and genders all howling and squirming in anticipation for the fights up ahead, a sight that naturally one would think would bring this particular general at least some enjoyment considering some of her… interests although if anyone were to ever bring this up to her, she'd quickly respond with something very simple.
Once you've seen the kind of things she has seen? Simple controlled tournaments were never going to bring any sort of normal satisfaction. But that wasn't to say there was a lack of trying for with every occasion they've held this tournament, it was never the case that she actually liked being left staring with boredom down at the scene below her and at some points even she had to admit on very few occasions that some of the fighters were mildly impressive but still, it was as controlled and basic as you could get in terms of organizing a place where one could entertain the thought of watching a fight without the threat of being arrested but everything felt so… sanitized and overdone and the feeling only continued once she saw the announcer, that being the young blue-haired Wave, take the stage.
"LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND OTHERS! WELCOME TO THIS YEAR'S SEMI-ANNUAL MARTIAL ARTS TOURNAMENT!" The boy shouted, his attempts at being an excited large ham causing the crowd to immediately erupt in excitement, their screams increasing to such a great volume that the Saiyan Prince was surprised that his old rival/frienemy didn't show up right at this second.
Though really, it was very tricky to even focus on that topic all the while spending his time plugging his ears in the rest area, trying his damnedest to block out all the noise.
"Does every single one of these damn things have to hire someone so grating for their announcer?" Vegeta thought to himself, his expression filled with irritation. "It's a fight, not one of those stupid game shows."
"As you all know, we here in the Capital only delay these things so that we may give you the best of experiences while also settling upon the greatest of prizes and oh boy for this one, we certainly got one hell of a reward for as you've seen in the ads! Our contestants will be competing for and say it with me now!" Right as Wave finished that sentence, it was without missing a single beat that the crowd silenced themselves, preparing to shout out the words which they did so with perfect synchronization.
"TWO! MILLION! CREDITS!" With every word, the crowd would raise their volume and once they finished, they let out several screams that were so loud, so incredibly deafening that the Saiyan Prince felt as his forehead vein started to pulse which normally was the signal that he was both angry and that this was to be the beginning of one annoying and painful migraine.
"Of course you do know how we do things here, normally in most tournaments you'd have a set list of fighters and we'd just keep going and going but with us?! We like to do things a bit differently!" Immediately, Vegeta's ears perked up. "At random, we pick who we think would provide the best show for you all to make sure that money you spent coming in was money well spent and with that said! Who thinks we should now introduce our fighters?!" Instinctively, the warrior once more plugged his ears right before the cheers started and as for the prince's comrades, they were all sitting in silence and with baited breath, hoping to see the Saiyan Prince take the stage as soon as possible.
"That's what I like to hear! So for our first challenger, they hail from the temples high above and yes we mean those same temples where the highly distinguished and regarded martial art of the Imperial Fist is taught to hundreds of students every year!" Immediately right as he finished, the prince's ears perked up to the sound of immense footsteps in the distance. "In fact, this one has the prestigious honor of being a level nine master in his classes! Everyone please put your hands together for KALBI THE BUTCHER!"
"Wait, we're doing titles?" Vegeta thought right as the crowds once more erupted with applause. "How much more ridiculous is this going to g-" Right away, the prince's thoughts halted once he caught the first glimpse of this Kalbi taking his first steps onto the battlefield. The man appeared to be both extremely large and very well-built which was more than a little impressive considering he looked to be middle-aged. As for his battle outfit, well if the Saiyan Prince had thought his tolerance for ridiculousness had increased following his encounter with the Ginyu Force, he had another thing coming. Starting from the lower body and working his way up, he wore a pair of penny loafers, a type of shoe that Vegeta wasn't exactly familiar with but that was mostly because as soon as he saw them, he instantly could tell how unsuited they were for the rage of war and combat situations like this one. It would get slightly more sensible with the pair of cargo shorts which had wrapped around them a red sash which made sense for the whole point of martial arts was to make sure your body was as uninhibited as humanly possible and the sash was just a small piece of flare.
And then he looked at the upper body though his attention was not at all centered on the black jacket and wristbands though in the case of the former, he couldn't help but note that with how the thing just barely covered his chest which left his well-sculpted and toned abs out in the open for everyone to see, he looked less like a fighter and more like one of those male strippers from that one movie Bulma dragged him to see but aside from that, only one thing had his attention. That being the man's head.
Now of course, it should be noted that with his prior dealings working for the Frieza Force, the Saiyan Prince had traveled basically from one end of the galaxy to another and therefore had encountered several strange aliens of many different shapes and sizes with voices that ranged from the standard foreign sounding language to what he swore could only amount to plain gibberish so sufficed to say someone like Kalbi shouldn't have exactly been that surprising.
And yet somehow, despite all this being kept in mind. He just couldn't help but be taken aback by how instead of seeing what should've been a man's head or at least some type of helmet on a man with this kind of build. Instead in its place was a brown bull's head. Not a mask of a bull's head mind you though once the prince got to thinking about that, he couldn't decide which was more ridiculous. Oh no, as in he had an ACTUAL bull's head like the kind you'd see on an actual farm or in a rodeo, right down to the large silver hoop ring running in between his nostrils and the small but fairly sharp horns that sat on top of his head. It was single-handedly, without a shadow of a doubt the MOST ridiculous thing that Vegeta had ever seen at any tournament and when considering that this was the same guy who partook in a tournament with Goku's eldest son who had decided to enter as a brightly colored superhero-type figure, complete with all the ridiculous dances and posing that made the Ginyu Force look sensible? That was saying a HELL of a lot.
And then there was the name. Now it did take a bit considering that it had not only been so long since he has had it but really to him, it didn't quite matter what it was called for food was just food but on one of the very, VERY few occasions that his wife had managed to drag him and the rest of the family out of the house and to a restaurant for a family meal, he recalled that what he had was something called Galbi which from what he could gather just by looking at the menu, was a grilled Korean beef dish and when considering that this guy was named Kalbi and he had a bull's head…
Not able to even muster up the strength for a simple "Oh god.", the Saiyan Prince just couldn't help but lower and shake his head in disappointment, much in the same manner that he would when the buffoonish Goku would make a pun as painful as this and little did he know, this sentiment was being shared by the woman watching over the arena high above who in response once she immediately saw the appearance and realized the possible reason for the name, she couldn't help but let out a sigh right as she facepalmed.
"Oh this is going to be painful." She said to herself, right as the announcer once more sounded off.
"And who is brave enough to take on this frightening foe?! Who will be the next victim to enter this arena?! Well much to our surprise, we have a newcomer! They…" Immediately, the swordsman's eyes widened, the thoughts on what to say not coming to him. Confused for only a few seconds, something clicked within the boy's head.
"Crap!" He mentally sounded off. "The man didn't give any sort of backstory. Come on Wave, think! You don't want to leave this people hanging." Immediately after finishing that thought, his gaze snapped towards the man in blue who despite being visibly shrouded in darkness, just by the faint outline of his position, he could tell that he was not a man to mess around with. "And I especially don't want to make that guy angry." Finally a few seconds later with all his might, the boy continued on.
"Their backstory remains shrouded in mystery. Illusive like an assassin who stalks their prey in the night with goals unknown and motives unclear but if he is entering this tournament? One thing is for certain, he is not here to make friends nor is he here to play nice!" It was at this point that Vegeta had finally become fed up, the reminders of what it exactly was that he hated in regards to coming to massive tournaments like this despite the fact that it was one of the best places to engage in combat pulling the floor out from under his feet so fast that if it wasn't for the fact that he could fly, he'd easily find himself smashing face first into what laid down below. To him, a fight was just that, a fight. All this shouting in regards to titles, crazy backstories and manufactured hype and revenge plots was nothing more than cheap theatrics made for idiots who somehow found someone getting punched in the face as being a boring event or in the case of this where it was him, the Saiyan Prince, taking on an ACTUAL minotaur, it made even less sense for situations like this were the kind you'd often expect to see crafted by the likes of children.
And so before the announcer could even finish his big speech, he simply took a quick breath, moved into position and with careful precision and amazing speed, he went from standing completely still near one of the entry ways to the arena to suddenly appearing right beside the announcer in a move that caused even the aforementioned minotaur to jump.
"HE IS THE LEGENDAR-HOLY CRAP!" As soon as Wave's eyes made contact with the Saiyan Prince, standing right before him with arms crossed, his stony countenance betraying no hint of expression, he found that all the air had immediately left his lungs which he presumed was the cause for both the widening of his eyes and his loss of balance for he very quickly found himself landing right smack on his butt. As for the onlookers with the exception of the main trio, everyone let out a loud gasp as soon as the man graced their vision, their expressions showing the expected traces of shock and awe for no one was exactly that privy to the idea of someone being that fast.
And that even went for the older woman who was watching the show whose position had shifted to where know she was sitting up straight, her expression showing those same hints of shock at the sight of the man below which would very quickly be followed up by light hue of pink swarming her cheeks as soon as the man spoke.
"Spare me the ridiculous theatrics." Vegeta said brusquely before shifting his gaze towards the minotaur. "Hey you bovine bastard, are you sure you think this is the kind of fight for you?" The crowd let out yet another gasp right as he threw out the insult.
"E-Excuse me?" Kalbi asked with a hint of surprise and yet it was lacking any amusement.
"You heard my question." Vegeta replied, his tone unflinching. Then a few seconds later, his lips curled into a smirk. "And if you don't mind me adding my opinion, let me just say that when your kind ends up the grand majority of the time on the plates roasted and seasoned for all these Earthlings to tear into with glee, someone like you don't exactly give me confidence in your abilities as a fighter." The two opponents soon found themselves facing each other in tense silence with Kalbi's gaze having now locked with Vegeta's own, his expression now twisted into a vicious glare.
"You sure like to talk big for being such a pipsqueak." The monstrous figure began with a snort. "But unfortunately for you, those words? They don't mean nothing."
"That really so?" Vegeta questioned, completely unfazed by the man's attempt at intimidation. "Because judging from how dangerously close that voice is to being a snarl, something tells me they did do something." With another snort, the minotaur's glare somehow managed to become even more intense. "Oh what's the matter? Can't handle the fact that instead of viewing you as a fighter, all I think when I see you is dinner?" A few seconds later, the blue-haired man couldn't help but look on at the scene of the bovine-esque behemoth leaning in closer with a glare that burned hotter than the sun with a mixture of shock and fear. Granted if he were to make some form of judgment based on his posture and his expression which seemed to be eternally angry, he really should've expected this bout of what was undeniably unprofessional trash-talk to occur a few moments sooner but if he had to at least provide some defense for himself, really if one were left in the position he was in where they saw the challenger just go from standing a little ways away to being so close you could smell their breath in the span of one second, they'd start forgetting stuff as well for they'd to be busy having to swallow their fear to even focus on things like that.
Speaking of focusing, the general felt for the very first time in a long while a wave of shock overwhelm her as she stared on at the interactions below, her interest having been fully caught thanks to the prince's amazing showcase of speed. Of course, it wasn't the commentary that got to her. After all, trash-talking and jeers seemed to be a very big staple with most who arrived at these tournaments and for the most part as she'd quickly discover, the more the person engaged in it, the less skilled they seemed to be on the battlefield so one would logically think that her curiosity would be peppered with at the very least the slightest hint of doubt and they'd be right.
If it wasn't for what happened a few seconds after.
"You're making a big mistake pissing me off." He began. "And trust me, you wouldn't like it when I-GURK!" Having let his instincts take complete control long before the beast did and especially long before the fight could officially begin, the Saiyan Prince without warning and with a flash of bright, pulsing white energy, launched one lightning fast fist straight into his opponent's chest, his smirk not at all fading even after the crunch of bone rang in his ears. The crowd right then and there let out a gasp but whether it was out of shock, horror or both, it didn't matter for the warrior who instead kept his attention on Kalbi who went from trying his best to act tough and let out the usual bouts of bravado to having the air completely taken out of his sails with just a single punch.
"It was just like what I said the day before." Vegeta thought right as he gave a quick shove to the brute with his strength very easily causing him to unconsciously fall flat on his back. "It's not even a contest."
Right away, the general found herself filled to the brim with astonishment at what she just saw, her hands now pressed against her chest in an attempt to still her quickening heart-rate. She had seen quick battles before, even some that ended in a span of five to six moves but to see a man who looked to be half the bovine butcher's size letting out a series of confident taunts all the while actually being able to back them up by actually knocking out the man in a SINGLE blow all without dropping that cold, uncaring feeling, it was just unreal.
Speaking of that uncaring attitude, the Saiyan Prince took a few moments to look around at the silent audience around him, his gaze only settling on the mixture of frightened and upset faces for what was little more than a few seconds each with the only time that period even exceeded that being when his eyes locked with the main trio up above who as expected were left staring in silence at the display before them and more specifically in the case of a certain young brown-haired boy, their face seemed to be filled with disbelief that this was even real.
A sight that caused Vegeta's expression to shift from being its usual stony frown to his cocky smirk just as he turned his back to the three, his gaze very quickly settling on the clearly befuddled announcer who just so happened to be staring in the same direction with him freezing as soon as the warrior's eyes locked with his. Right then and there, the young man couldn't help but felt a sudden coldness pass through him, like the man's gaze had somehow managed to snake its way into his soul and a few seconds later when the man's eyebrow shot up, he soon found himself overtaken by a moment of imbalance so sudden that he almost fell over which would later be followed up by that of confusion.
Confusion that was immediately stopped when a few seconds later, he motioned to the downed opponent and only then did he realize what he meant.
"Oh right um…" Hastily, the blue-haired man took in a series of quick breaths in his best efforts to regain his composure which mercifully, despite a slight hint of shakiness did so with relative ease. "The winner of this battle and possibly this entire tournament considering the s-sh-sheer power that was o-on display is, and let's put our hands together for this one, VEGETA!" While the silence continued to persist, that only lasted for what felt like a span of a few seconds for as soon as the first person did it, everyone else started erupting once more in uproarious applause over this surprising win and it was only then when looking around at the crowd letting out this kind of racket that the prince… just let out a "Humph." before proceeding to cross his arms with him even keeping that position as the trio started letting out their yells of excitement.
"That was awesome!" Lubbock shouted. "I mean of course it's a little scary knowing that apparently during training he was holding back that kind of power b-"
"Oh would you quit trying to bog it down with the details!" Leone replied, her hands quickly grabbing hold of Lubbock. "What matters is the man won! He actually won!" Unbeknownst to the blonde in her moment of excitement, the green-haired assassin found himself being very thoroughly shaken by the warrior and due to the manner in which the two of them were positioned, she was unknowingly giving him a face full of a pillow-like but still fairly fleshy surface, one that caused him to immediately cease his questioning right as a goofy grin appeared on his face.
"Sure thing," He said, his voice sounding far more pleasant. "whatever you say." As for the brown-haired boy, he couldn't help but continue staring in shocked silence.
"I can't believe it." He thought to himself. "A-Am I seeing things?" Immediately the boy proceeded to rub his eyes with his sleeves for a few seconds, his expression very quickly changing as soon as he looked up again, taken aback by the scene before him. From the very moment he set out on his quest, his whole goal had been to gather the money to pay his starving village, to ensure that no one would ever have to go hungry or suffer ever again and of course when he first got there, he nearly had his money stolen by Leone and later on, he'd soon find that his friends…
Right there, Tatsumi felt his vision clouding right as a familiar fluid threatened to bubble up and down his cheeks though while part of the motivation for that was the pain he still carried deep within his heart for that dreadful day as well as the fact that those two weren't able to be around long enough to see this moment come to fruition. He also couldn't help but shed them due to the happiness he felt over how at long last, after several days of tiring work within Night Raid which of course wasn't finished for obvious reasons, he could rest easy knowing that one of his goals was achieved.
The tears trickled down his face for the fact that no longer would his village have to suffer.
His attention not being directed towards the excitement, the man couldn't help but feel an odd presence in the area. Something cold, dark and somewhat mysterious which seemed to be radiating… up above him. Immediately his gaze snapped upwards and with a look full of surprise, his eyes locked onto a blue-haired general who had visibly tensed as soon as the two locked eyes and while at first, nothing really seemed to click, it was when Vegeta took note of the woman's almost porcelain skin color, her icy blue hair and that uniform that he couldn't help but come to the realization of who it was that he was looking at.
And unbeknownst to him, the woman also just so happened to come to a realization of her own.
"He's the one." Esdeath thought to herself as she stared down at the warrior who continued to stand there with arms crossed. "Of course this one is… so far from what I wanted and I certainly didn't expect to find him so soon but…" A few seconds later, right as she stood up from her chair, she couldn't help but press her hand to her chest, her lips curling into a small smile right when she noticed her heart fluttering with life.
"Just the way he so expertly dispatched that man, his looks, his moves, it's all so… intoxicating." After taking a brief moment to steady herself, the general began to make her way down the steps with the full intent of congratulating the Saiyan personally.
"I just, I have to see him, my knight in shining armor." As she continued to make her way down the stairs, the Saiyan watched her carefully, his countenance back to being stony and unfeeling.
"It's definitely her alright." He thought. "She matches the description given down to the last letter." Right then and there, the Saiyan Prince couldn't help but notice the smile she wore, one that for someone who was described as being so cold and ruthless seemed extremely unfitting and also… eerily familiar. Immediately the warrior took in a small calming breath.
"In due time she'll get her due. Right now, I just have to keep cool, take the money to the brat and leave." It was right as that thought finished that at long last the two came face-to-face with the crowd all around them very quickly entering a period of stunned but nevertheless respectful silence for they knew that one minor slip-up, a single act of disrespect would be more than enough for them to lose their heads.
"I have to say, I never exactly expected to meet someone who could fight like that." Esdeath began, breaking the period of awkward silence and it was with that the prince didn't exactly take long to start acting like his usual self.
"You mean you've never seen such a display of actual skill?" He said right as he let out a sigh. "That's the fault of fools like that cow, they think that fights like this are a mere matter of intimidation and strength which leads to underestimation of the opponent which in turn leads to sloppy, pitiful fighting, it's a miracle how people are even able to sit and watch such terrible excuses for martial artists."
"Heh, that's funny." She replied with a chuckle. "I was thinking the same thing."
"You watch a lot of these?" Vegeta questioned, his head cocked to the side out of curiosity.
"Well seeing as how I put them on, I have to." The general replied with a nod. "And trust me when I say the previous year's combatants weren't exactly much better."
"Oh? Well in that case I guess the fact this ended after only one match could be considered a mercy killing." Right away the general couldn't help but let out a small giggle in response to the warrior's comment right as the many, MANY memories of watching botched special moves and pitiful slap-fests rushed through her head.
"That indeed is most accurate Vegeta…"
"I don't have a last name." The prince said quickly. "Vegeta was the only name I was given." Despite how odd that sounded, the continuous fluttering of her heart served as more than an adequate distraction from this as well as the perfect reminder that there was far more to this and so with that she gave a nod.
"Well then Vegeta, congratulations on your win." Real quickly, before Vegeta could let out his typical scoff, she added something with a small smirk. "Oh and congratulations on having a name that isn't just some sort of terrible pun."
Even with his usual disdain for bad jokes and lacking reasons for praise, the Saiyan Prince had to admit that was a good one and instead let his lips curl into a smirk. The two talked for a little while longer and with every word that was said, a certain brown-haired boy couldn't help but feel himself being driven mad at the sight before him.
"Just what the hell does he think he's doing?" Tatsumi thought. "She's right there, do something!" A few more moments would pass when eventually, the general decided that now was the time to make her move and began to take a few steps forward and it was right as her hand began to reach into her left breast and it was then that the prince couldn't help but comment on something that was both big and obvious.
"Well, she certainly isn't… lacking in those areas." He thought, only to have his mind spark with another, slightly pervy and still fairly surprising idea. "Wait a second, why is she even reaching inside that part in the first place? Is sh-is she going to actually try and flash me?" As quickly as those thoughts came to mind, they were then shot down once she pulled her hand free where Vegeta saw not a bare breast much to his simultaneous relief and disappoint but instead he saw something small, black and ring-like.
"What is she exactly intending on doi-" Right there was when the flash of his meeting with Lubbock and the others came to mind which at one point had dived into a bit of the Imperial's… interests such as how she'd make those beneath her lick her boots and it was right then and there that the Saiyan Prince realized what it was that she intended on doing and therefore, he quickly held his hand out.
"No." Immediately, the gal stopped in her tracks.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, no." The prince said, his tone as brusque as ever. "As a Saiyan elite and the prince of my race, I am a slave to no one you got that?"
"Are you serious?!" Tatsumi mentally shouted. "Come on, with what you can do I wouldn't be surprised if you can bench-press a planet, just unload an energy blast into her face and then let's get out of here!" As for the scene that was going on down below, Esdeath couldn't help but find herself in a very odd predicament. Had this been someone else who was less skilled like maybe if in another life it was just a mere boy, very easily would she have been able to turn the odds in her favor with a swift karate chop to the neck which would then leave that person blacked out and more than ready for her to drag back to her room and she totally would've done it to Vegeta.
If it wasn't for the fact that he was so skilled and so powerful that he was easily able to close the distance and defeat someone as physically capable as Kalbi with just a single punch and with her memories of her training now fully in mind, she knew that even if something like this was as insanely unrealistic, when applying some of the knowledge she knew, she came to the quick conclusion that if a Saiyan elite, which she for the record had NO clue about, like him could pull something that crazy off then one could only imagine how startlingly fast and on top of everything he was as far as his instincts were concerned.
However, despite this display of defiance which would normally leave her feeling more than a little peeved, the general instead looked at the prince with her smile now fully restored with an expression and voice full of respect.
"My apologies." She said. "In that case, maybe it'd be more efficient if I ask you?" The prince's brow cocked upward.
"Ask me what exactly?" In the crowd, the green-haired assassin couldn't help but notice his friend beginning to shake, the veins in his hand pulsing profusely as he continued to squeeze the armrests of his seat. For the sake of not arousing his anger, immediately the man shifted his gaze back towards the scene before, all the while his mind went wild.
"Come on Vegeta, you got her right where you'd want someone like her to be. Just blast that hole in her, take the prize money and then let's bounce." Lubbock thought, his expression showing hints of confusion.
"I was just thinking to myself…" A few seconds later the prince was caught off-guard by the general already closing the distance between them with her hands now pressed against his chest.
"What the hell?!" Right away he was silenced by just looking into the woman's face who much to his surprise, had a look in her eyes that reminded him of… that standard look his wife would give him whenever she felt that it was time for the two of them to be "alone" which he had to admit, did catch his interest in some respect. "Maybe we can go somewhere that is a little more… private?" Right as her now extremely seductive voice ceased, the prince couldn't help but feel his eyes widening ever so slightly in response right as two thoughts came to his head. One that he expressed mentally which was a simple "Just what is with me and broads with blue hair?" whereas the second and final one was what he expressed vocally albeit in a low hushed voice.
"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" The general gave her response in the form of a nod which cause the Saiyan's eyes to widen even more and his mind to start going wild and as far as that last action was concerned, something similar but still fairly different was going with the minds of the crowd up above. As for Vegeta, the offer was rather… interesting. Of course, considering that this was the enemy they were talking about, he very much was tempted to say no for hell, even with all the abuse he was put through at the hands of Frieza, even that pint-sized despot made it a special note to advise the Saiyans that the very notion of fraternizing with the enemy, especially through a bout of intimacy was and always will be a forbidden action that was punishable by death.
Of course, if he really wanted to he could've very easily just charged up a ki blast and with just one finger he could blast a hole through her heart and therefore put this whole mess behind him which he was more than a little certain was probably what his allies were thinking as they watched this chat from high above to which if he could at that time, he'd absolutely roll his eyes at the thought. Just like what he said to Esdeath a few moments before, he was no lapdog and in the case of Night Raid, it wasn't like he was just some mindless brute who people could just point towards an area to destroy before then running away to avoid the carnage like a certain one-eyed Saiyan thought he could do with his obscenely powerful son which funnily enough, was an idea that even failed for him.
And so with those two thoughts having now dissipated into the ether, one more took its place and it was one that not only sounded far more interesting but as far as Vegeta was concerned, it was much, MUCH preferred and if anyone were to ask him about his thought process right at this moment, he'd very quickly say that it wasn't just the idea of sex with this woman that got him going but rather, it was the realization of what could follow after that was done. Considering that as of right now, they were not the least bit aware of who the Jaegers had and how as far as they knew, with the exception of that one orange-haired girl, who Vegeta was already absolutely certain was not going to be in any position to really try and fight him if they ended up meeting again, there was not a SINGLE person in the Empire who knew what he looked like, his affiliation with Night Raid or even his name, he could very easily walk around the base undetected and if he could walk around undetected, it wasn't so far-fetched to believe that he very easily would be able to use this time to engage in a little espionage and since as far as he was aware, no one had an Imperial Arms so stupidly overpowered that even Super Saiyan would be little more than mere child's play? He could without a single hint of hassle escape the area, report everything he knew back to Night Raid and then before they knew it, they had a fighting advantage and with how strong they had all gotten and how quickly they were growing, the Empire would not stand a single chance.
With all that said and done, the Saiyan Prince finally looked into the general's eyes, his decision having finally been made.
"I'm in." He said quietly. Right away the general felt as her cheeks reddened.
"Smart choice." She replied, basically cooing the two words before then proceeding to make her way towards the exit, her smile showing that she was more than ready for this to happen with Vegeta following close behind and although he had a few moments earlier flashed a nod and a very light smirk to the three, the only reaction the trio had was to stare blankly at what was transpiring before them, their jaws threatening to fall slack.
"Wha-What in the actual hell just happened?!" Lubbock wondered out loud.
Few hours later…
(Imperial Capital - Esdeath's Quarters)
Despite the fact that his days as a slave to an empire of any type had LONG since passed him by, there was an odd sense of warm familiarity that the Saiyan Prince felt as Esdeath introduced him to the Jaegers who at the very least, if the mission he was invited to look over was of any indication, looked like a competent fighting force. Of course, there were some members that he wasn't exactly willing to get all warm and close with for not only was the extremely irritating announcer from earlier there with the thought only being mildly mitigated once he saw how he was at least a competent swordsman. The fact that the orange-haired girl from earlier, the exact same soldier who he stopped from killing Sheele, happened to be involved in the group with from the looks of things even more crazy enhancements to her cybernetics was a completely different story or at least, it would've been if it weren't for the fact that she very clearly tried to avoid eye contact at just about every occasion.
Aside from those few points of interest however and the mission he watched which gave him quite a bit to report on once he takes his inevitable leave, there really was not at all much to write home about. Really, most of what the day amounted to was just a house tour which needless to say was about as exciting as that one time he was roped by Bulma into watching one of those house flipping shows in that there was no excitement to be had. Really the only other detail he guessed he could note was how throughout the entire tour, the general had stayed by his side at all times and would every now and again flash him a lovey-dovey smile that made him feel like rolling his eyes but really, there was nothing else.
And so with all that said and done and after what felt like almost an eternity of boredom, the prince found himself standing right beside the edge of the bed, stripped bare from the waist up and with his arms crossed like they almost always were with his attention being directed towards the distractingly bright block which was of a faint yellow color which very easily allowed for someone like Vegeta to spot the very obvious silhouette of the Imperial general and considering it was from that direction he was hearing the sound of warm running water splattering on a hard surface, it really wasn't that difficult for him to put the pieces together though the worst part was upon putting those pieces together, his attention was immediately taken by the increasingly growing tent in his pants.
"Damn these hormones." He mentally grumbled as he continued to stand and wait for the woman to finish. "I didn't expect that it'd get so hot and heavy so quickly." As for the thoughts of the person that the silhouette belonged to, Esdeath found herself feeling a little impatient and odd herself. Considering that for the majority of her life that she had been all alone, not only were showers considered a past-time that she'd usually revel in for her soldiers more often than not weren't exactly the best to interact with but considering that she never really was one to take part in the acts that some of Honest's more… special warriors would engage in, she never exactly expected that once she stepped into this shower, all of a sudden her heart would soon start beating like crazy.
"But," She thought to herself. "I guess this is what happens when someone takes your heart." With that, the woman couldn't help but look down at her body, a part she never quite paid much attention to for the past couple of years seeing as how she never exactly had much of a desire to sleep with any man but of course, seeing as how those circumstances had most obviously changed, she felt it wouldn't exactly hurt to give herself a quick glance over and needless to say, once she started doing that? It didn't take too long for her to understand now why most guys were chomping at the bit to get with someone like her. From the way her pale skin shined with what was just a perfect complexion, to her nice voluptuous frame that would make most supermodels want to give up on their job to the nice hint of muscle she had from the many days that were spent either training or dueling with Night Raid, she had the kind of body that most people would and even have died to get a peek of.
"I think Vegeta is going to be very pleased." She thought to herself right as she ran both her hands across her front, making sure to take in every curve and every detail as she dragged them across her body with her only mildly tensing once she brushed past some of her more sensitive zones which would soon change into moans that were fairly faint but not quite quiet enough to where the Saiyan Prince was unable to hear it and once he did, he just couldn't help but stare with curiosity before then shifting to his usual stony expression a few seconds later.
"This is taking way too damn long." He thought to himself. "Come on think man, think! There's gotta be somet-" Immediately Vegeta swallowed, his cheeks reddening just mere moments afterward once he heard the water stop and it was then and only then that a few seconds later, his eyes caught a glimpse of something that he could just imagine had been the talk of MANY Imperial soldiers.
"Sorry for the wait." The Imperial said seductively, her lips having already curled into a small smile as she looked at the prince whose face was very quickly turning out to have far more in common with a beet though if one were to see just what exactly the woman was dressed in, one really wouldn't be able to blame him. What graced his visage and caused it to redden like it did was how the woman, presumably in an attempt to appear more sexy to him, was covered in nothing but a white button up shirt that wasn't even competently done up with four very simple buttons of twelve being all that held her absolutely GARGANTUAN breasts back which he especially couldn't help but look at with how they had a mild sheen to them, clearly a result of the shower. Calmly, he held his gaze at that area for a few more moments which when considering how he wasn't even making a single attempt to hide it, the woman couldn't help but let out a light chuckle before then a few moments later finally getting a moment to examine the man's upper body and before she knew it, she found her face reddening as well.
"Oh my lord, he's even better than the fantasy." She thought to herself as her eyes looked over the muscular marvel that was her one and only who very much in the same way that her body could put the ones of various supermodels to shame, the Saiyan Prince had one that if it was even so much as glanced upon for a fraction of a second by even some of the world's most recognizable and iconic bodybuilders, they'd immediately throw down the weights and quit. From his impressive six-pack that looked like it was chiseled from stone to his pecs, just the mere act of ogling the prince had left the woman hungry and yearning to see more which the prince very quickly noticed which resulted in him developing a small smirk right before shot the girl a look, one that came with a simple command, a signal that instincts had finally taken their toll and one that caused the woman to feel a small dampness in her lower regions.
"Come here." A full second hadn't even passed when the ice queen finally decided to take the prince up on her demand which she did by very quickly pushing the man down onto his back which was immediately followed by her pouncing onto her lover and pressing her lips against his which he accepted without any sort of resistance and most importantly, unlike most times the man had kissed where it started off slow and passionate but would soon become fast and feral, this one immediately started off with the two almost looking as if they were trying to gnaw each other's faces off with their tongues locked in a battle of epic proportions with each one ready to conquer the inside of whatever mouth it was that they were attempting to invade. As this was going on, the Imperial soon found herself trying to wrap her arms around the man in an attempt to hold him close in a loving embrace but the prince?
The Saiyan Prince had other plans for almost immediately, he lowered his hands to her nether regions, wasting no time as he took a huge handful of each cheek and it was right then and there that finally he got the confirmation of how aside from his own currently covered groin which currently was being rubbed by something fleshy and wet, that aforementioned fleshy part had absolutely no coverage.
"Oh you naughty, naughty girl." The Saiyan thought to himself right as his hand delivered a fast and hearty slap to the general's firm rump, causing her to jump with surprise right as the flesh jiggled and bobbed which was almost immediately followed up by the prince deciding to take this to the next level when he once again, took a huge handful of each cheek before proceeding to expertly knead her flesh, which succeeded in both making her even more wet and sending waves upon waves of pleasure up her spine.
Things would continue like this for at least a minute or two when finally, the two pulled away and it was right here where the Saiyan Prince caught the perfect glimpse of the neatly trimmed patch of blue hair that rested just above her crotch which was just positively oozing all over his covered crotch as she continued to straddle him.
"Hungry?" Vegeta huskily asked, his lips now curled into a seductive smirk which Esdeath couldn't help but respond to with smile of her own all the while her digits tore away at the last few buttons.
"I'm starving." She said breathily right as she tossed the shirt to the side with her face being very quickly overtaken by a blush once she noticed the Saiyan ogling the two massive orbs. Then only mere seconds after this had taken place, the Saiyan Prince quickly sat upwards and before Esdeath knew it, she found herself letting out a series of light ragged moans as the prince roughly kissed and nibbled at the nape of her neck all the while his hands began to caress and rub her curves which resulted in more ragged groans of pleasure and during the periods where she wasn't, what graced her lips instead was a warm seductive smile.
A little while later, just as the woman was getting comfortable with the rhythm and rate things were going at with how she started to massage his rock hard muscles, the prince couldn't help but stop his near constant assault on her neck for only the briefest of moments to give off a mischievous grin right as a particularly dirty came to mind. Immediately, with skills as sharp as ever and his mind drawing upon the many, MANY experiences he has had over the years, the prince directed his hand towards one of the general's exposed breasts and began to palm at the now hardened nipple which would soon turn into a series of rough and hungry squeezes right as the man returned to the senseless and aggressive but nevertheless intoxicating assault on her neck. Right away when the surge of pleasure shot straight up her back, causing her to shudder ever so slightly, Esdeath grit her teeth and began to moan silently to herself. The man worked her with such grace, such experience that it was almost too much for her to bear. The way his thumb skated around her perky nipple, sometimes performing an intentional grazing against the sensitive spot every once in awhile, how his lips and tongue just worked at her neck which she was most certain was going to leave a mark and the way his other hand took in every curve. It was almost unreal how anyone could be this good, like this should've been nothing more than an intense dream that in just a few seconds she'd snap awake from.
But seeing as how it had already been a few minutes, there was no need to worry about that possibility. This wasn't a dream, a hallucination or anything like that, what was happening was very, VERY real and with that came a single thought. A thought that she thought she'd have put into action a few moments later.
Only to then find that the prince had completely changed her plans a few moments later once he started kissing down south, away from the general's neck which now had a very notable spot of discoloration with his lips then settling on and locking around her right breast causing her to let out a low hungry growl.
"Ngh! Oh my go-oh!" Was all she could get out once the Saiyan Prince started his assault, the pleasure soon becoming so great that it prompted her to lift her head up and shut her eyes right as she let out what could best be described as a pleasure-fueled howl which only motivated the man to push onward with his skillful teasing with his free hand to raising to her left breast with his fingers now expertly pinching, rubbing and pulling at her now erect nipple, causing to let out even more moans.
"Oh yes, oh yes Vegeta… keep going, kee-AAGH!" Right at that moment, it felt almost as if her brain briefly short-circuited right as she let out the high-pitched shout, the feeling only being further compounded by the fact she soon found her eyes rolling into the back of her head which only encouraged the prince to tease her more. Minutes went on by though as far as Esdeath was concerned, they were lasting for a few agonizing hours and during one of those periods, she shuddered right as she felt the prince pull off a sly trick for after a little while of sucking on one of her nipples while his hand worked at the other, he soon decided to get just a little bit kinky for he soon decided lightly nibble her nipple with his teeth… but only for a few seconds before immediately going back to what he was doing earlier which prompted the woman to let out a low internal growl. The way the Saiyan teased her, the skillful ways in which he just snaked his way into her defenses, it was all driving her insane for at a certain point, she wanted to cease this and dig right into the main course and judging from how the man's little "friend" twitched and poked at her lower regions which were very quickly coating his pants with her essence, this was without a shadow of the doubt the growing desire the man held in the back of his mind.
Though once her eyes darted to that part of him, she very quickly got an idea.
After a few more minutes of suckling and kissing her impressive rack, the Saiyan Prince soon found his full-scale assault forcibly halted by the general who had once more pressed her lips against his with the weight of her body almost immediately pushing him down onto the bed as what little remained of his defense faded away with her hands not being able to help but lightly massage the hardened muscles and joints as she did so. However, while that kiss would continue on for at least a few more seconds, it wouldn't exactly turn into a full-on make out for before he knew it, those lips began to snake away from his and would travel down his body with her hips only sliding back ever so slightly. In a manner that was slow enough to be pleasurably agonizing but not too wasteful in terms of time, the general traveled down his collar bone and down his chest, with her stopping only to lower herself down onto the floor where she was on her knees, gazing at the very noticeable and incredibly damp tent in the prince's skintight suit pants which upon closer inspection, she could see through the fabric the fine traces and outlines of his properly thick and hungry member which she could tell just from the twitches was just craving for the chance to be unleashed.
With her only stop being to give her lips a quick lick in anticipation for her prize, the general with eyes full of hunger and want quickly hooked her fingers into the fronts of his pants as well as his boxers and in one fell swoop once the prince lifted himself up, she quickly jerked them down his body with the man letting out a throaty groan once the beast sprung out of its prison with the pulsing tip catching Esdeath by surprise when it lightly smacked against her face which left what was admittedly going to soon be a wrecked face anyways now stained with pre-cum which was slowly dripping down her cheek though that was hardly an issue once she finally got a glimpse of the thing standing tall and proud at its full 7.3 with small veins pulsing and throbbing with need, the reddened tip gloriously flared out and desperate for attention and seemingly it had as a means of keeping with the theme of just ramming in the point that the man would make most bodybuilders cry and sulk away with how unworthy they were, there even appeared to be a slight bit of muscle across the shaft.
"Go on," The prince began, his voice low and husky. "it's all yours. Dig in." With just those few words, at long last the general just couldn't take it anymore and thus without any further notice, she hungrily plumbed the yearning cock into her mouth, inciting a low approving grunt from Vegeta. Almost immediately after she took the dive into the action, the general got into a very steady rhythm with her head bobbing up and down the pulsing length thus causing the Saiyan to let out more and more low moans.
"Yes, that's the st-oohhh…" As soon as he trailed off, Vegeta simply threw his hands behind his head, his eyes locking with Esdeath's with the latter being motivated by his look of approval to go down even further with her making her best effort to house as much of the man's impressive girth as her mouth allowed her to. Of course with how her main forte was combat and not exactly in the art of blowjobs though she did read up on more than enough in preparation for this moment, the general couldn't help but wince ever so slightly as she worked her way down which led to her letting out very brief gagging noises which sent shivers up the man's spine. She'd hold it there for at least a few more moments before finally bobbing back up and as she did so, the Saiyan couldn't help but grin at the sight of the spittle she left which was lewdly trailing from the edge of her lips but before he knew it, after a few more moments the woman dove back down onto the hard and needy shaft once more entering that steady pleasant rhythm which caused the prince to throw his head back and let out another groan.
"Oooh fuck…" He let out. For the next few minutes or so, the prince was in ecstasy. Although the general was an amateur with her having never felt even the slightest hint of sexual attraction towards anyone in her entire life, certainly didn't feel like it for with how she was doing it, the general was treating and massaging his unyielding erection like a professional. The way her tongue delicately swirled around his sensitive head and wolfed down as much of his shaft as she could, the way her tongue would slowly drag itself up the underside of his base, stopping only when it the glans to lap at its crevices, all of this led to the Saiyan letting out more and more low moans of pleasure and all the while his legs spread out with just a bit more enthusiasm.
A few more minutes had passed and needless to say, the woman had not lost any hint of skill or precision with the only difference being that the pace had been steadily increasing and before he knew it, what started off as simply her dragging her tongue across his length would soon turn into full-on slurping, like she was sucking on one of those frozen ice cream pops.
"Ngh… fuck" The Saiyan grunted right as his fingers weaved their way through the general's ice blue locks which a few seconds later was followed up by him throwing his head back and letting out another groan. A little while longer had passed with the general not once ceasing her efforts which would continue the same way they were before but only for a few more seconds for once the Saiyan had brought his hands back down to his side, that was when the woman decided to catch the man by surprise and without warning, she pulled away from the man's cock, the her lips making a loud "POP!" as she slipped the head free but before the prince could complain, she immediately gazed into his hungry eyes, her lips having curled into a seductive grin right as her hand moved up to his shaft which glistened and twitched with need.
"You like it? You like it when I suck your cock?" She said huskily, her mind obviously not able to come up with the most sexy of sentences what with how inexperienced she was but it didn't matter. Regardless of how bad it was and if it came from Bulma or if he really reached back into his past, one of the many, MANY alien mates he has had over the years, just hearing someone clearly so cock-drunk, to see their being so completely overtaken by lust, it almost always succeeded in making him let out a low guttural growl though in this case, the handjob did help, especially how her hand was expertly moving in a twisting motion around the shaft with the feeling of her palm and thumb caressing the various folds, crevices and hints of muscle being almost too much to bear.
"Ngh, you're perfect." He barely choked out. With her confidence now having received a huge boost, the general halted herself for a brief moment, her fingers very quickly but gently gripping the base but instead of pulling away and letting only her mouth do the work, the Saiyan Prince soon found himself flashed a seductive grin and before he knew it, the bluenette was pumping her hand in nice short strokes all the while taking in his shaft once more with him soon shuddering at the feeling of the gal sucking him harder, faster and most importantly, stronger than before with her tongue lapping sloppily at his engorged head with the amount of slurping in-between having greatly increased.
For almost two whole minutes, this action would continue with the only changes that would occur being a small increase in the speed and occasionally, the prince would lower one of his hands down to her hair and proceed to run his fingers through her locks which motivated her to keep the pressure on. His dick throbbed, his hands twitched in her hair as the vibrations of pleasure shivered up his spine, those feather-soft locks were slipping in-between his fingers. As far as the Saiyan Prince was concerned, if it was ever possible that he could just stay there and let just this specific action go on for an eternity, he would most definitely be tempted to do so.
But of course, then he'd miss out on a lot of the fun bits like this one where after letting out a series of muffled groans right as he both saw and felt his tip push against the inner walls of the general's cheek, he soon found that the woman had pulled herself free once more with that popping sound once again being heard as the tip came loose. However, as quickly as the disappointment filled his system, it soon left once he felt a particularly amazing, tingling sensation happening a little ways below his shaft which was twitching in wriggling in response to the cold nighttime air it was now exposed to but before he knew it, even that area once more was being satisfied, thus prompting the man to look down at his nether-regions which led to him almost immediately throwing his head back.
"OH FUCK YES!" The man howled, the bluenette stopping her action only for the briefest of moments to flash a quick grin before going right back to her current action which was lightly suckling on one of the Saiyan's long neglected balls while one of her hands went straight to work and stroked his needy twitching cock, her palms traveling and massaging every inch of the swollen shaft from his engorged glans all the way down to his base at a nice and easy pace. A little while longer had passed with Esdeath not at all ceasing her actions, her lips still continuously locked themselves around the prince's dangling pride and joy only to then release with a light "Pop." before then immediately proceeding to quickly circle her tongue around the orb at a fairly decent speed that gave her ample time to just drag that bit of flesh across the surface with every fold and curve she massaged sending more and more jolts of electrified pleasure up the man's spine. As the actions continued, the general couldn't help but feel not only a little naughtier but she found her gaze shifting away from the prince to look at her woefully neglected snatch which was absolutely dripping with need. At first, she simply tried to solve the problem by mashing her thighs together before proceeding to ever so subtly rub them against one another which much to her disappointment left her with what was nothing more than an unsatisfied itch that got worse and worse with every passing second.
Finally after a few more attempts, the ice queen decided to let out a mental "Fuck this." and altered her position so that her knees were ever so slightly spread apart and right then and there with her free hand and without ceasing her careful massaging of the prince's most sensitive areas for even one second, she plunged her hand down towards her aching pussy and began to rub, the unfamiliar but still incredibly enticing sensation of her fingers massaging both her wet folds and her red, squirming clit immediately sending jolts of pleasure up her spine.
This would continue on for a few more moments longer when Esdeath finally shifted positions again with the only part that didn't move being the hand that was currently pleasuring her hot and bothered cunt but as for the rest, she simply looked at the twitching, reddened length and immediately after giving it a good healthy dose of spit to lube it up, she gulped it down once more and in one fell swoop with her other hand only being lightly pressed against his lower abdomen with her thumb loosely looping around the base as she did so.
"Oooh god yes." Vegeta murmured shakily right as he raised one arm to wipe the sweat from his brow just before his moans started to get loud with the way in which the general's mouth was massaging his length quickly proving to be too good. A few more minutes had passed with the action still going strong, the pace being nice, steady and speedy and it was right there that the prince started to feel an all too familiar tingling sensation in his loins, one that was very faint but still most familiar. Realizing that he was soon going to finish, the prince without warning and just as Esdeath went in for another deepthroat took two fistfuls of her hair and began to viciously thrust upwards, catching the general off-guard with how the engorged pulsating tip of his cock was now pounding against the back of her throat.
However, despite the initial shock and the few gags she let out, the Imperial refused to let this be the moment she failed. Regardless of how unfamiliar she was with an experience and position like this, she calmly drew upon every ounce of her collective strength that had been earned from many, MANY years worth of training and simply took it and as soon as she did, right then and there was when a couple of new thoughts entered her mind.
"That's it Vegeta, thrust into my mouth. Make me your bitch! COME ON!" She mentally screamed as the Saiyan Prince continued to savagely thrust into her mouth for the next few minutes with his balls making loud wet slapping noises every time they met her chin. A few more minutes pass and with every passing second, the Saiyan could feel the intensity finally catching up to him. His muscles tensed and twitched, his grip on the gal's hair tightened almost to uncomfortable levels, the veins in his neck were bulging and although he couldn't see it, he assumed the same was able to be said about his member. Through all this combined with the increasing heat within his loins, the man knew he was close.
"Ah shit! Oh goddamn it YES!" Vegeta screamed. "It feels so good. It feels so fucking good!" Despite the fact that her mind was practically screaming for her to come up for oxygen, that she needed to seriously have a break as evidenced by her gagging, the general absolutely refused to back down. After all, she was one of the Empire's most treasured warriors, one who has survived many different battles and has claimed several victories. If the simple act of getting her face thoroughly fucked was seriously what was going to end up making her give up then she would be no commander. So instead, like the trooper she was, she kept down there, her only movement being for her eyes to look up towards the Saiyan who currently was letting out a series of hoarse breaths all the while a few beads of sweat poured down his face, signaling to her that he was almost finished.
"Yes! That's it!" She mentally screamed. "Give it to me, give it all to me! Coat every inch of my mouth with your love!" And it was with that finally after several long minutes of enduring the "torture", after what felt like an eternity of trying to hold it all back, the Saiyan Prince felt his balls spasm and shake, right as he let out a mighty pleasured roar which came at the very same time as what felt like an explosion.
"URRAAGGHH!" Without any warning, the ice queen felt as those meaty mitts wasted no time in shoving her all the way down to the base of the long shaft, causing her eyes to widen as the man's tip hit the back of her throat which in mere seconds then started firing off jets and jets of hot white cum. Mercifully, seeing as how she had the benefit of years and years of training, the general did not complain, she did not flash him any sort of glare and although she struggled for the briefest of periods considering the hot sticky substance seemed to just keep on coming with there being no break period, she took it all.
After a few more seconds of holding her head down, the prince finally shot what remained of his seed down her throat and quickly pulled away where much to the general's delight as she took a moment to savor the sweet and salty taste of her "late night snack", she saw the length still standing tall and proud, literally twitching and craving at the thought of finally getting into the main meat of things.
"Most impressive." The Imperial thought to herself as she stood up straight, taking only one second to flash the currently panting Saiyan warrior a pair of bedroom eyes, showing that she was not at all done which caused his sex drive to shoot all the way back up to their maximum level, almost in the same manner as what would happen to his strength levels after a long and difficult fight after eating one of those special green beans that a certain short baldy would keep around him at all times.
With that, the Saiyan Prince stood straight up and in the span of a few seconds, he quickly gripped the ice queen's arms and threw her down onto the bed, his sex-hungry black eyes looking into her desire-filled azure ones.
"From this point onward," The warrior husked. "I'm going to make you my bitch." Feeling as her heart skipped a beat and a cloud of lust overtook her senses, the general shamelessly parted her legs more, her thighs only just barely brushing against the man's hips with her expression serving as a silent beg for the prince to push onward and take her right there and most certainly he was going to get to that.
But like a predator playing with its prey with the former being a part that Vegeta had shown time and time again that he was born to play, the desire to see this ice queen, this supposed cold-hearted monster melt until she was only able to let out a series of whimpering pleas sounded like far too good of an idea for him to pass up. And besides, if one were to ask all the women that he has been with throughout the grand majority of his life, they'd give it to you straight. The moment you enter that bedroom with the warrior, silence doesn't cut it nor does he come to hear you whisper.
He comes to hear you scream.
"But first, I need you to tell me. What is it that you crave?" As that seductive low growl sent shivers down her spine, the general let out a quick gasp when she felt something wet and smooth slicked by her clit. Almost immediately she found herself only being able moan out a sigh. While she wasn't necessarily pushed to climax, just the smell of lust and want that filled the air and the way the man's hardened dick proceeded to slip in-between her folds when they were coupled with how just a few moments earlier she was vigorously trying to bring herself to that point, the pleasure was becoming so great that she was surprised that she didn't just let it all go right then and there with how breathless she was.
Though deep down, she knew why. She simply hadn't been sated yet. The make-out session, the blowjob, all those actions from a few moments before was nothing more than the appetizer that would become before the main course, the equivalent of going to a theater and catching a brief short before finally getting right into the main production and if there was one thing she knew about her far better than any of her comrades. She was one who would never truly be satisfied until she saw things through to the very end.
"Tell me." Vegeta growled insistently, his face being close enough that the general shivered once she felt his warm breath creep down her neck. However, silence still was what filled the room as her mind went completely blank with instead her focus being on just how much the tables had turned. For the longest time whenever she was in battle, the great Imperial general always would take the role of and forever would be known as the skilled predator on the field with how she carefully eyed her opponents, waiting for the golden opportunity to present itself so that with one swift and daring blow, she could bring an end to the conflict.
Oh how the tables had turned with this particular encounter. Despite being fairly different from most encounters she was used to, one still could technically call this a struggle of some kind, especially towards the beginning when the pair just allowed their tongues to enter what felt like a decently long wrestling match for dominance. However, "different" was the best word to describe this for unlike all those encounters where the woman was the hunter. Now with Vegeta looming over her with both hands pinning her wrists to the side, his warm hungry breaths being felt all throughout her body, it didn't take that much longer for her to realize that to him, she was the prey and much in the same vein as a ravenous, hungry wolf, the man had a look that wordlessly embodied just how much he wished to dig into his meal.
But of course, that was only if she could cooperate instead of quickly becoming the whimpering, groaning mess she was as the Saiyan continued to teasingly poke and prod at her oversensitive bud.
"I… want. I want your… Ngh, oh god!" In response, the prince couldn't help but give her a seductive playful smirk as he proceeded to pull his tip free from sopping wet entrance, his tip oozing as he did so with his face only making the slightest of winces. It was quite a dirty trick in a variety of ways and really, it wasn't exactly the most beneficial for the both of them for now the desire to just drive his cock all the way up to its hilt and pound the ever-loving hell out of her became even stronger with his impatience now showing even more so in his voice.
"What was that?" He growled. "Let's try this again, tell me what do you want?" With that last word, the general found her muscles tensing right as the prince's hard member once more halted just at the butt-end of its head where it met the shaft and quickly before she knew it, she could feel her supple walls clenching tight onto the man's steadfast tip which throbbed with excitement and impatience.
"Your… c-c-ooohh…" Admittedly there was a part of the prince that found this hilarious. The grand majority of the day prior was spent simply expressing just how deadly this ice queen really was with both Lubbock and Leone just going on and on about how cold and sadistic she could be and how much of a threat she was to the safety of not just the Revolutionary Army but just decency in general. And yet despite all that, not only had the woman very, VERY easily fallen head over heels for him with her seemingly being more than a little mindful of how he had the power to basically crush her like she was just an empty bottle of one of those sports drinks that he'd guzzle down after a good few hours or so of training in the gravity chamber but here she was underneath him, reduced to being nothing more than a whimpering mess just from him teasing the moment of truth she so desperately craved. Had this been him from a few moments earlier? Maybe he could've laughed.
But at this current moment, with his sex drive level being at maximum capacity and him now finally being in the driver's seat of this particular session following a truly intense and delightful blowjob, the Saiyan wasn't having it anymore. His pride and joy throbbed with desire, muscles twitched with anticipation. With a deep breath he was just about to scream.
When finally, Esdeath had done so for him.
"I want your cock." She blurted, her tone and reddened face showing that she was positively wracked with desire. At this sight, the Saiyan let his lips curl into a smirk but at no point did he plunge in further. After all, this was just a start and unfortunately, it was one that was at a volume slightly too low for his liking.
"Aw that's so sweet." The prince said, his tone managing to somehow sound simultaneously tender and mocking which at first the general didn't get when she then gasped at the feeling of something beginning to playfully pinch and pull at her right nipple. "But that's not what I'm looking for general. I'm done with the warm-up, through with the niceties. I don't want to hear you whimper." The general immediately threw her head up right as the man's skilled fingers began to trace small circles around the hardened nub, her teeth grit in an attempt to fight back the scream that was brewing inside her, an action which caused the Saiyan's next sentence to possess a tone that was mildly prideful.
"I want to hear you beg." Just as that last word finished, the general felt as her last bit of rationale was just, for lack of a better term, kicked right to the curb with waves upon waves of hazy lust taking its place and before she knew it, every synapse of her brain was filled with desire, the desire for the prince to pound her balls deep, to make her squeal.
"I want you to fuck me like an animal!" She begged, her screams reverberating off the walls. "My snatch has been dripping with desire, pleading for a nice hard dick to fuck it silly! Please pound my hot cunt until I can't walk!" With a pleased grin, the Saiyan Prince finally gave the woman her reward and without any warning and without wasting even the slightest bit of time, it was with a mighty grunt he thrust his member fully into the general's body, bottoming out with the base of his cock grinding against her spread needy labia, causing her eyes to widen with shock. Then for the next few seconds, the man held it there, his ears reveling in the sound of the general's light coos and pleading whimpers. Then it was with another throaty grunt that the man bucked his hips, starting up a steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of Esdeath's well-lubricated and aching pussy.
The feeling was absolutely phenomenal. Although the foreplay took a little too long for her liking, it hardly mattered once she found herself impaled on the Saiyan's throbbing shaft, the lubrication from earlier making the initial entry all too easy and with the steady rhythm the man was keeping up, it didn't take long for her reactions to devolve into a steady stream of strangled curses, sharp gasps and throaty moans all the while electrifying waves of pleasure shot up her spinal cord. Of course, there was a little bit of pain involved which was to be expected considering this was her very first time.
Though really, it hardly mattered for as quickly as the pain came, it left just a few seconds into the session and as soon as the prince started doing exactly as she requested with his dick fucking her like the ravenous mammal he truly was, the kind that one would see on one of those nature shows and it was all so… intoxicating. The heat that radiated off their bodies, the natural lubrication that came from a mixture of sweat as well as the general's juices, the grunts and various curses the Saiyan let out as the hardened dick filled her core, slamming into her at impressive speeds and with such a force that she never even thought was possible to exert during something like this. It was all just so arousing and not to mention exciting.
"Ah! AH! AH! AH! OH GOD! OH FUCK YES!" Right away, the Saiyan Prince took a moment to throw his head back and shut his eyes as those screams sounded off, reveling in the symphony of pleasure and lust they played for a few moments before then using that as further motivation. As time passed them by, the prince was grunting with more and more effort with his thrusts seeming to increase with every passing second all the while waves upon waves of ecstasy shot through his body.
"Take it!" The prince growled. "Take it all you dirty little slut!"
The general shuddered as the dirty talk was let out. For most people, it took a good couple of lustful phrases and dirty whispers to get the motor completely running but in the case of the prince, he somehow managed to make her squirm with delight and make her self-control nearly give up with just those last three words and the predatory eyes they were coupled with and even if somehow, for whatever reason she wanted to attempt to regain that bit of control, there was the issue that came in the form of the Saiyan's vicious thrusts which were very rapidly increasing the pace with the bed dangerously rocking back and forth every time the man rammed into her with the wooden legs creaking and screeching as they tried their best to hold everything together.
"UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! OH! OH YES! VEGETA DON'T YOU STOP!" Seeing that there was no reason to do so and with how he was enjoying this far too much to even consider the possibility, the Saiyan Prince happily obliged. Several more minutes would pass as the two continued to play the universal song of sex with the general feeling positively on fire as her man roughly shoved itself in and out of her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, for every moment flesh slapped against flesh she let out a string of screams, curses and Vegeta's name and speaking of the prince, he was absolutely reveling in every bit of it. The sex was exactly how he liked it. It was raw, untamed and primal. The various soft whimpers, the sharp gasping breaths, the wet bodily slaps, as each sound filled the atmosphere and in turn fueled his movements, the Saiyan Prince couldn't decide what he liked more although one thing was most definitely certain.
This night was looking to be exactly the kind of wild, uncontrolled ride of lust and relief that he wanted.
A few more moments had passed and needless to say, it did not at all get any less crazy. Sweat pooled down the general's forehead and body, causing her skin to glisten brightly from the few thin beams of moonlight that shined through the window. Her pussy clenched the furiously pumping cock with eagerness with every thrust causing her to leak more and more girl-cum and flutter with spasms as her g-spot was continuously rammed by the prince's member. And speaking of the prince, although he had not lost any hint of intensity and at the rate he was going seemingly looked as though he could go all night, it was thanks to a few faint twitches from within his balls that he had to accept with a mental sigh that as the laws of the universe dictated, all good things must come to an end.
With each loud, rapid and powerful thrust, the Saiyan Prince could feel the struggle to hold himself back from cumming quickly becoming more and more difficult to manage though sufficed to say he did not go down without a fight and in one of the few occasions where his stubbornness and steadfast refusal to give up proved to actually be of use. The prince kept on going, his iron will not letting him stop for even one brief moment even as the desire for release was driving him battier than Bulma did when she'd stand outside the gravity room, angrily nagging him to come out and do something other than throw punches at drones.
"AH! AH! AH! AH! AGH! OH YES! YES! YES! YES! OH FUCK YES!" The general moaned with delight, her legs wrapping around the prince's waist in a vice grip all the while letting out more and more screams of pleasure, her desire clearly being for this moment to never cease. Then a few moments later, that was when she felt it.
"Oh fuck! Oh GOD! Vegeta, I thin-unng… I think I'm gonna… Unngg… Unh! Unh! UNNHH YESSSSS!" With that earth-rending scream of delight, Esdeath's orgasm hit her like thunder, her body shuddering and twitching with pleasure with her nails raked into the soft mattress as her juices spilled forth, completely coating the Saiyan's throbbing cock as well as some of the bed and it was right as that happened that the prince absolutely couldn't take it anymore. With the last bits of his self-control fading and with just a few more powerful pumps and with a deep growl, the Saiyan finally let go, the second generous gushes of his seed came bubbling and exploding forth from his cock and into the general's womb. With her feeling his grip tightening around her wrists, Esdeath gasped and screamed loudly as the prince continued to coat her insides in white. This lasted for at least a few more seconds and it when it finally did end, all she could hear coming from her lover's lips was a series of hoarse breaths and strained curses with her doing the same a few seconds later as the man began to unsheathe himself from her caverns.
The two of them felt breathless. The feeling of finally releasing all that pent up sexual frustration, the waves of pleasure that rippled through their bodies. All of it was absolutely incredible, so much so that although the general enjoyed taking those few moments to relax and catch her breath after having her body positively ravaged by her newfound love, the fact that it ended was the only disappointment she truly felt. But with that said, beggars couldn't exactly be choosers so after letting out her final few breaths, she bent upward to lock eyes with the prince.
"That was… truly amazing." The general began, her voice ragged and slightly shaky. "Thank…" Right before she could finish giving the Saiyan her most proper thanks, her eyes widened at what was truly such an unbelievable but still incredibly amazing sight which revolved around a certain fleshy appendage of the Saiyan which in just a few seconds was already standing tall and proud once more, twitching as the cool air nipped at its flesh.
"Wait a second, y-you're not done?" Esdeath asked with a voice full of shock.
"Of course not." The prince said with a nod. "There's no way I'm going to end this night with something that wouldn't even pass for a simple warm-up." It took only the next few seconds that followed that moment for Esdeath to feel her primal urges taking control once more, her predatory desire to have the prince's massive member plunge once more into her caverns quickly coming to the surface as the Saiyan gazed into her eyes with his lips curled into a seductive smirk which only further added to the alluring sex-crazed complexion he had going on.
Finally with a lick of her lips, the general flexed two fingers towards herself in a gesture that read as "Come over here.". Without so much as a second thought, the prince basically pounced the general like he was some kind of wild animal with it only taking a few seconds for him to shove his eager member through her dripping folds. At long last, this night of steamy, no holds barred night of enjoyable depravity could truly commence.
It was right then and there, that the fun could truly begin and before they knew it, the two were soon alternating through a variety of various positions with the symphony of sex and pleasure that occurred with the mixture of moans and the banging of the wooden support structures of the bed colliding against the wall acting as the orchestra.
First: The scene continued on exactly as normal with Esdeath screaming and chanting the prince's name all the while her legs were splayed out spread eagle style with her calves resting on the Saiyan's shoulders as he continued to thrusts in and out of her dripping and aching cunt.
Second: After taking a moment to switch positions, the Saiyan Prince was laying flat against the nice soft mattress, his lips curled into a smirk as his nails dug into the general's voluptuous ass cheeks with her screaming the whole way through as she proceeded to ride him, his thick length stretching her pussy lips the whole way through.
Third: The Saiyan was lying beside of bluenette with the both of them facing towards their left, the latter screaming the whole way through as her right leg was held up by the man who cut straight to the chase as he proceeded to rapidly pump in out of her hot caverns at a nice rapid pace, his balls making wet slapping noises against her ass as he did so. They stayed in this position for a good couple of minutes with the Saiyan Prince biting his bottom lip, trying his best to keep his groans under control as he rammed into the ice queen though it was here where upon noticing how the cheeks jiggled with every powerful thrust he made, he felt a particularly naughty idea come to mind which started with him letting go of her right leg, allowing it to rest on top of his tense upper body. Whatever confusion that the general might've felt a few seconds into this action quickly disappeared for she soon heard a loud "SMACK!", inciting a gasp from her as she felt a surprising and all too brief spike of pleasurable pain. Luckily for her, the prince wasn't exactly going to leave her hanging for Vegeta wasted no time in landing more and more strikes on her plump ass cheeks with each time he did so inciting more and more groans from the general.
Fourth: After spending a good couple of minutes in the previous position, the bluenette told the Saiyan to just lay back, relax and let her do all the work and before he knew it, the prince found himself throwing his head back against the pillows and letting out a hoarse "Oh fuck yes!" along with a slew of other moans and curses right as she took yet another plunge down onto his massive shaft, with her tongue massaging each and every crevice and vein like a pro.
Fifth: As much as she enjoyed blowing the Saiyan's dick for those next few moments, it didn't take too long for at least one problem to crop up and oddly enough, it just so happened to be the same issue that plagued the very start of this session when she gave the very first blowjob and for some reason, even though it didn't work the last time she tried it, she still attempted to stop the fuss that her dripping sex was making by mashing her thighs together but to no avail which was a sight that thanks to his new position, the Saiyan Prince couldn't help but notice but instead of getting annoyed, instead he felt as his head lit up with an idea.
"OH FUCK! OH YES THAT'S IT! LICK THA-NNF… LICK THAT FUCKING PUSSY!" Was what was heard exiting the usually clean mouth of the general a few moments after the idea came to the Saiyan's head and mere seconds before she hungrily bobbed her head back down the prince's pulsating member. The prince's idea was simple, effective and most importantly, made purely to get both of them off. In just a few seconds after uttering the idea to the ice queen who gave her a wicked seductive smirk before then going right back down his cock before then carefully maneuvering herself so that her leg swung over the warrior's head and ended up with her calves pressing nicely into the pillow underneath it which gave his face complete unrestricted access to her sopping wet pussy which he took advantage of with extreme ease and so before the general knew it, she found herself having to hold back a moan as the man dove into his meal, his tongue skillfully taking a nice hefty glob of her juice as he slowly and deliciously dragged it downward to coat her red pulsating bud and it was in this position that they'd stay for the next couple of minutes with each that passed them by driving them more and more crazy as they soon started to treat this as a competition and tried to see who could bring the other to orgasm faster.
And it was with this in mind that the general wasted no time in increasing the pace of her already startlingly good sucks and before the prince knew it, he found himself letting out a series of pleasure-fueled growls and curses as his lover continued to gobble him down like a sex crazed maniac. However, despite this, he soon found his lips curling into a grin, his Saiyan instincts very quickly taking over albeit in a much different manner and without wasting any time and with careful precision, his eyes locked onto the twitching, sensitive and inviting clit and before the general knew it, he dove down onto it, his lips immediately closing around the area before he then proceeded to loudly and skillfully slurp and suckle on it, prompting the general to let out more and more screams as her juices coated the warrior's face.
Time continued to pass on with the two still continuing to effectively kiss and suck on each other's weak spots and before they knew it, they could feel a familiar pressure building up inside them with their assaults not at all letting up with the queen still proceeding to continuously slurp and lick on the pulsing member in a manner that was so skillful that it resulted in the Saiyan curling his toes in his boots all the while he retaliated by eating her out in a manner that was so great and so effective that it could not be described with mere words and it would continue like this for at least a few more seconds when finally, the pressure that built up inside for lack of a better term, exploded throughout their bodies, leaving them with absolutely no time to warn each other for what was coming next with the both of them simply letting out their muffled sharp cries simultaneously right as vaginal muscles squeezed down on the Saiyan's tongue and a throbbing member once more pumped what felt like gallons upon gallons of seed into the general's hungry mouth.
Sixth: Following the long, somewhat tiring but still very lovely double orgasm, the commander simply rolled off to her right towards an empty space on the bed as soon as the cock popped loose from her oral cavity, the sight of which caused a sly smirk to appear on her face as soon as she noticed how despite the now sensitive tip being red and swollen, his cock was still standing tall and proud ready to continue on. With that in mind, it was after taking a few moments to catch her breath that the woman lowered and wrapped her hand around the thick and powerful looking shaft and proceeded to slowly drag it up and down with her squeezing only ever so lightly once she came upon some particularly sensitive areas. With his sex drive already back up to the max, the Saiyan Prince made it damn certain that he wasn't the only one receiving pleasure and with his left, he wasted no time in grabbing a nice hefty handful of one of the bluenette's nice and firm mammaries and proceeded to firmly grope and massage them, causing a blush to appear on her face along with a genuine smile.
Seventh: With their strength now fully restored with primal urges taking full control once more, the Saiyan sat at the edge of the bed with hands firmly grasping the general's perfectly shaped derriere and in an impressive showcase of strength was bouncing her up and down his shaft all on his own with her having to do little to no work, with her only real movement being to wrap her arms around the Saiyan's neck and pull herself close, their tongues immediately starting to dance and twirl around one another.
Eighth: Keeping with the unofficial theme of the last position with how the Saiyan Prince showed off his immense strength, the two were currently locked in yet another series of tongue-tied kisses and just like the last position, it was happening all the while the warrior used his strength to hold up the general as he proceeded to pump his cock in and out of her aching pussy with every thrust causing more and more of her juices to coat the throbbing appendage. As for what the major difference was, instead of Saiyan sitting at the edge of the bed with his strength being used for the incredibly easy task of bouncing her up and down his pole, this time was a scene that was far more feral for Esdeath found herself pinned against the wall with the warrior wasting no time in slamming his hips against hers causing her to scream out in pleasure as her nails dug into his rock hard back muscles with her quickly snaking her legs around his lower half mere moments later which was all in the effort of trying to keep herself steady, all the while the wall behind them creaked due to the sheer overwhelming force of their lovemaking.
"YES! YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! OH MY FUCKING GOD! YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME MY LOVE! FUCK ME WITH ALL YOUR MIGHT!" The general howled.
Ninth: At first in what appeared to be a case of the man taking a moment to rest, the Saiyan leaned back against the now slightly cracked and dented wall, the relaxed action prompting Esdeath to turn around, ready to put in some work that would hopefully please the prince which he did think about though if he really had to give his opinion, he felt that what he had in mind was much better. A few seconds later with both a sly smirk and without any warning, Vegeta immediately grabbed hold of both of the general's massive mounds, causing her to let out a gasp of surprise which was immediately followed up by a series of the standard moans, curses and grunts once she felt the man immediately follow that up by thrusting his cock up into her wet pussy all the while his hands proceeded to expertly massage and pinch at her tits.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! YES! YES! OH YES! RIGHT THERE!"
Tenth: After a good couple of minutes, the two shifted positions once more though in this case, instead of simply removing his cock and forcing himself to waste time by ordering the general to get into position, the Saiyan warrior had a much better idea which he put into action seconds later and before she knew it, the bluenette felt the man take one of his meaty mitts and with a light but still forceful shove once he moved her into position all the while his throbbing member was still lodged deep within her wet trenches, he pushed her head down onto soft mattress with the spot her nose landed in just so happening to be an area that was covered in her juices. Then, once he had her in the right position with her legs spread, it was both without wasting anymore time and with a quick smack that he once more entered his fast and furious rhythm with each and every thrust causing him to let out a series of grunts and groans. Right away, the general shoved her face into that damp area right as she let out a howl, the vibrations of ecstasy that shot up her spine quickly overpowering her senses.
"OH MY FUCK! OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GODDAMN GOOD! OH YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!" Esdeath moaned, her teeth grit the whole way through as she tried and very quickly failed to hold back her naughty side. "DRILL ME! DRILL MY FUCKING PUSSY AND DON'T STOP-AAAGGH!"
Eleventh: The Saiyan Prince stood behind the general who currently had her face pressed against the floor with his knees bent ever so slightly and his legs spread out a good distance all the while using his incredible strength to keep her lower regions raised towards him all the while her legs remained locked around his waist as he continued to pound the ever-living hell out of her and although position-wise it was somewhat awkward, once those waves of pleasure started arcing up her back, the general once more found herself screaming and moaning for the Saiyan.
"Uh! Uh! UH! OH GOOD GOD! Right there! Right there baby! Don't you fucking stop!" Esdeath shrieked.
Twelfth: After spending at least a few more minutes in that position and once he set the general back down on the floor, the man set his hands behind his back and couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a low throaty growl for once more he found the full length of his penis completely and pleasantly surrounded by the warm soft confines of Esdeath's mouth and throat all the while his balls were being massaged and caressed by one of her free hands before then proceeding to bob her head up and down the meaty pole seconds later.
"Ngh, fuck." The man growled, his muscles twitching as her tongue began stroking the underside of his shaft with each fold and crevice not at all going untreated.
Thirteenth: Following the wonderful blowjob, it was right then and there that the general had started thinking back to the previous positions, mulling over each and every detail in an attempt to find some sort of running theme which really, in terms of hunts wasn't exactly that difficult to manage so instead of being this big epic quest like the several hunts of explorers of many types have conducted to find the holy grail, really this was just as easy as finding your bright silver house key on a shelf with even the slightest bit of color in it. It simply stuck out like a sore thumb though in this, case it was far more pleasant than how the image usually was.
"Ngh! Oh fuck yes! Massage that fucking cock!" Vegeta growled as he leaned back against the wall, all the while one of his free hands ran its fingers through his lover's ice blue locks as she continued to grind her massive breasts along his impressively long shaft with every time she went down causing the head of his shaft to peek out over the top of her breasts with it almost immediately disappearing into them every time she rose back up like it was playing some bizarre but incredibly pleasurable game of peekaboo. A little while later, it was with a naughty grin on her face that the general began to press in more on her breasts as she traveled up the length once more, therefore ensuring they applied far more pressure with her only letting them relax as she moved down again, her hands moving the orbs in slow circles with the final addition being that every time the tip stuck out the top, she did not hesitate for even one second to give it a quick but effective suckle, an action that never failed to send shudders of pleasure up the warrior's spine.
This action would continue for at least three minutes more with the prince the whole way through firmly pressing his arms against the wall all the while his eyes remained tightly shut and his teeth grit as he tried to fight back the urge to let loose. Finally after about a minute or so more though, it was no use and so with her only warning being a low growl, the general watched as once more a jet of warm white seed surged from the throbbing shaft, coating most of her face as well as the top of her chest with the substance.
Fourteenth: With the expected speedy recovery having been made, the Saiyan decided to return the favor and therefore had Esdeath in a very similar position to how she had him with the most obvious difference being, of course, the fact that the two had obviously changed positions with Vegeta now being the one on his knees at the edge of the bed (Though of course he was no submissive.) and the general being the one who was laying flat on her back with her legs slumped over the sides and spread out, leaving the warrior with a nice close and personal look at her oozing cootch, the first glance at which was all the Saiyan really needed as motivation before he then dove right into his meal.
"OH GODDAMN! OH YES! OH FUCK YES MY LOVE! LICK THAT FUCKING PUSSY YES!" Shouted the general right as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Down below, the Saiyan was absolutely dominating her pussy with his only guide being his internal instincts as well as her throaty moans and screams as he started to skillfully lick and slurp through the full length of the general's slit, stopping only every once in awhile to lightly nibble at her throbbing clit and tongue-fuck her dripping opening all the while his thumbs began to expertly massage her puffy outer lips and seeing as how she was already more than a little sensitive down there, it did not take that long at all for her to reach her climax and before he knew it the warrior found his face being completely drenched by the general's fluids which he just hungrily lapped up without a care.
Fifteenth: The two were back on the bed once more, ready for the grand finale with the general being down on all fours with her legs fully spread out to reveal her hot cunt which was still positively dripping with want with Vegeta being being on his knees in a position that bore a very, VERY close resemblance to the classic and extremely hot position of doggy style. After a few more seconds of stroking his massive member, the prince's lips curled into a grin right as he maneuvered his tip towards her entrance when much to his surprise, he was stopped by the general's hand quickly but gently grabbing his dick with the digits immediately sending a light shiver up his spine as they curved around the massive appendage. At first, the Saiyan Prince was ready to object. After all, he was in charge in this whole scenario which was the whole reason why he entered this position in the first place.
But before he could, he found his shocked and mildly annoyed expression soon shifting to that of a devious grin once she saw woman take his throbbing cock and lightly pressed the tip of it against a hole that was a little ways above her sopping vagina, one that he had more than a little bit of experience with, a detail which the general immediately picked up on for she very quickly flashed the man a smirk of her own.
"I was just thinking that I'd give you a little reward." She cooed. "After all, despite the fact that you're my first, I have a very good feeling that as soon as this night is over, I don't think any other man would be able to… satisfy me in the ways you have." Right then and there, the prince couldn't help but flash his traditional smug smirk.
"Oh really?" He said in a mock surprised tone before moving into something that was far more husky and seductive. "Well in that case, I guess I better not waste now should I?" With a light nod, the Imperial was about to reach behind herself to hold her ass cheeks apart when without warning, the Saiyan Prince simply did her job for her, his hands almost immediately spreading the two plump orbs apart, revealing a nice pinkish red pucker which lightly flexed and pulsed with desire.
"In fact." The Saiyan said sensually, the general almost immediately feeling the faintest hint of heat behind her. "I'll do you one better." Right as she looked back to investigate the source of the faint heat source which led her to a sight that caused her eyes to widen with shock. In just a few short seconds, a blindingly bright golden aura enveloped the Saiyan's body and before she knew it, just as quickly as it had appeared, it had disappeared, leaving her with a sight unlike anything she had ever seen before.
"Impressed?" Vegeta called out, his smirk growing even wider as he motioned towards his hair, which had gone from being a dark jet black to being a nice and bright golden hue not unlike the light that had enveloped him moments earlier and his eyes which had become what the general had to admit was a startlingly beautiful cyan color. "I have to hand it to you general, you certainly know how to take a good dicking and so much like how you've decided to reward me with access to your ass, I've decided that as a little treat for how well you've been able to take me that you'll get a taste of what I'm truly capable of."
In response to this sudden turn of events, the general gasped, overcome with both surprise at the transformation that stood before her and excitement at the prospect of this being a pleasant sneak peek at what her lover was truly capable of. Finally, after taking a few more seconds to ogle the Saiyan in his shimmering new state of power, the bluenette shifted her gaze away from him right as she gave her ass a brief shake, a small but effective physical showcase that she was ready. With his smirk still present and without wasting anymore time, the prince lightly pushed the wet tip of his throbbing cockhead up against her sphincter and before she even could say anything, it was with one fluid and extremely powerful thrust she felt his penis push into her, the force of which immediately caused the cheeks to reach and rest up against the base.
"Agh! Ah shit!" The general hissed, the feeling not at all being what she expected, the reaction causing the Saiyan's smirk to shift into a full blown grin.
"Oh this is going to be fun." A few seconds later, the Saiyan let out a low husky breath as he continued to get used to the brand new, far tighter sensation of the general's anal walls wrapping around his length when much to his surprise, he began to feel hints of movement which a few seconds later started sending jolts of pleasure up his spine, thus prompting him to look down and see still getting used to the position of being inside her, he was surprised to notice that the general was already trying to wriggle her hips up his length, the intent clearly being that she was more than ready for the session to begin.
Almost immediately after this with the help of the additional strength Super Saiyan lent him (Although he very, VERY easily could've done this in his base form.), Vegeta began pushing into the general at harder, faster and with far more strength, his regular fast and brutal pace being reached with such incredible ease. As for the general, the initial bout of pain subsided in a matter of seconds and before she knew it, she felt every synapse of her being erupting with pleasure as her backdoor as well as her entire world was being rocked with every mighty grunt and thrust resulting in her plump breasts bouncing and jiggling freely which only encouraged the prince to keep going and before she knew it, he was already using back to using that same level of power from before though this time with him being Super Saiyan, the feeling was much, MUCH more intense.
"Uh, uh, oh god! Oh god yes! Right there! That's the fucking spot!" Squealed the general, the reaction taking the warrior by just the slightest hint of surprise.
"Already she's going crazy?" The warrior thought, his mildly shocked expression changing back to his typical cocky grin moments later. "Heh, I knew she couldn't hold out forever." With his grin still very well intact, the Saiyan Prince right then started to pick up the pace and increase the force of his thrusts, the impact sending massive waves of pleasure through the general's body which in turn resulted in the volume of her moans increasing until they basically were just screams of delight.
"OH YES! OH FUCK YES VEGETA! POUND MY FUCKING ASS YOU SEXY BEAST YOU!" The Saiyan couldn't help but let a smile develop right as he heard his name being chanted in a manner that despite being as lewd as it was, was still incredibly fitting for someone of royal blood like him and for showing devotion like that, there was no question to be asked, Vegeta just knew she deserved a reward for this showcase of respect and with that in mind, he delivered a quick feral slap to the general's ass, causing her to shriek more with pleasure.
"Spank me again! Spank that fucking ass again!" Of course Vegeta was not at all going to refuse an idea like that but upon hearing those pleas, he couldn't help but feel a particularly naughty idea come to mind.
"You like it when I spank your ass?"
"Uh, uh, oh fuck yes!" She managed to let out in-between moans.
"You like it when I punish you?" The prince continued on, his voice becoming far more ragged with every thrust. "How I ravage your insides with every move?" As soon as he let out that final word, the prince delivered yet another hard smack, reveling in how her cheeks soon started to turn a shade of red.
"OH FUCK YES!" The general shouted. "I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL! I'M A NAUGHTY GENERAL WHO NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED!"
"I am enjoying this way too much." He thought to himself right as he let out a light chuckle, the hilarity of how he was managing to make someone who thrived off punishing and torturing others scream out about how she herself needs to be punished not being lost on him. Then a few seconds later he continued on.
"Indeed you have, and for all your life you've been with no one else correct? I am the only one so far who has given you the punishment you desire right?"
"Yes y-y-you are. Uh… You're the only one who has been… oh fuck… able to see me for th-"
"The kind of naughty little bitch you are?" With a low whimper, the general nodded, prompting the Saiyan's lips to curl into a massive grin not unlike the kind of psychopathic ones he gave back when was under Babidi's control and a few seconds later, he delivered yet another vicious yet pleasurable smack to her plump rump. "And since you've been with no one else, is it fair to say that you are MY naughty little bitch?" Right then and there was when the general finally lost it.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, fuck, fuck! FUCK! FUCK YES I AM!" She screamed with joy. "I'M YOUR OWN LITTLE COCKSLUT! A WHORE THAT LOVES TO GET FUCKED DEEP! A NAUGHTY, NASTY BITCH WHO LOVES TO BE SPANKED AND FUCKED UNTIL I'M WEAK IN THE KNEES! AND ALL THAT IS YO-OOOOHHHH FUCK YES! GIVE IT TO ME!" With each and every shout which the Saiyan Prince had no doubt was most likely succeeding in waking up the rest of the Jaegers, he couldn't help but feel his grin grow larger and larger, the incredible shrieks of pleasure that the general let out as a result of what little self-control she had being fucked away was music to his ears which motivated him to keep going harder and harder.
It would go like this for several more minutes, exactly how many were spent the prince didn't exactly know nor did he really care to learn for his attention was still taken by the still screeching and moaning general below him who he was finding very hard to believe was the very same person that Lubbock once told him was one of the most dangerous serial killers to ever live for in this case, she wasn't making any quick and skillful murder attempts nor was she even the slightest bit menacing.
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH SHIT! OH HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES! AAAGGH! THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" With that last one, the prince couldn't help but take note of just how ragged her breaths were becoming, how hoarse her voice was, how… tired she seemed to be.
"Grgh! Damn I feel it coming!" The warrior grunted, the familiar tightening sensation in his balls returning with full force. "I-I'm gonna…"
"Do it!" The general roared. "Pump your hot cum up my ass! Fill me with your cream! GIVE ME IT ALL!" When coupled with the wonderful spasms of pleasure, exactly how long this was going for and just how much want and desire reverberated through those tired hoarse words, the prince felt the last fleeting bits of his will fade into the ether, the tightening in his balls becoming far too difficult to bear. With that the warrior knew without question that the night was going to end.
"UUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" And so it was with that one final galaxy-shattering howl which came coupled with an equally as mighty thrust, the Saiyan's release finally came, the general feeling as several thick ropes of his warm baby batter filled every single bit of her anal caverns with his muscles spasming and twitching for the next several seconds with her ass cheeks firmly clenched around his length, holding him still with some degree of ease all the while her pussy exploded like a geyser with waves upon waves of girl-cum splattering onto the bed as well as the prince's thighs.
And from what the prince could tell as he proceeded to let out his final few breaths, his form very quickly reverting back to his base state, that earth-rending orgasm also just so happened to carry the commander's last bits of energy for in the very short span of two seconds, the warrior watched as the bluenette's arms buckled, causing her face to plop right into a bright white pillow, which as far as he could tell was quite possibly the only part of the bed that hadn't been stained by their predatory fucking, and before he could even ask, the low familiar sounds of peaceful snoring entered his ears, signaling that the woman was sound asleep. Once the initial surprise subsided, the prince's lips curled into a small smile right as he finally unsheathed his spent shaft from her ass and as soon as he did so, he watched as it admittedly plopped down on the bed.
"Almost makes me feel bad that Night Raid's going to get rid of this one." The warrior thought to himself as he continued to stare at the blacked out general. "That was one hell of a lay." After spending a few more seconds of staring at the passed out naked woman that again was called one of the most dangerous serial killers on the planet, the warrior soon found that a particular thought popped into his mind, one which came with the particularly arousing image of a faint silhouette of the voluptuous vixen washing herself, all in preparation for this very moment and right then was when he got an idea.
Seeing as how the Jaegers most likely were woken up by all the screaming and moaning, there really was no point in trying to sleep if it meant that just a few minutes later he was going to be rudely awakened by some random fool who was going to be asking over eight thousand questions about why their commander was left strung about the bed, naked and drenched in an odd viscous substance so instead, he thought he might as well get some degree of relief before the inevitable and with that he made his way into the bathroom, stopping only to snatch one fresh towel to hang up on the rack before then shutting the door, the sound of running water playing just mere seconds later.
Which oddly enough was followed up by at least one more noise. Unbeknownst to him, at volumes that were far too low for anyone to pick upon, there was a faint rustling before finally, a familiar albeit incredibly hoarse commanding female voice whispered to herself.
"How did I not think of the idea of him showering with me?"
Author's Addendum:
Fun fact, originally this chapter was supposed to be Toshimi and Misuzu AKA the two best friends who we see get utterly fucked up at the beginning of Highschool of the Dead as a small detour to pay tribute to HOTD's creator, Daisuke Sato who tragically passed away due to heart disease. Then things got busy for me and frankly 2017 later became incredibly tragic to the point where I didn't quite feel like working on anything and since it'd be weird to release a tribute chapter so long after the man had died? I decided to just move ahead with Esdeath whose chapter ended up as the longest one I ever wrote.
Basically, I knew this was the big one. Even if you had no clue what this show was? You likely had seen an image of Esdeath if you were around in the anime community, especially considering the anime made the decision to increase her bust size from the manga and really play into the fanservice. Not that anyone was complaining really. Plus, Esdeath was a solid villain who basically had a lemon set-up ready to go. Basically in the anime, she gets a crush on another character and ends up leading them back to the Capital to her room where she pretty much makes it clear that she was intending on having sex with the guy. Due to circumstances and because this is not a hentai, that doesn't happen but here? Oh it can happen and because she was basically the most popular character in terms of lewd fanart? I knew I could not skimp on anything and overall? It was fun to do.
There's not really not much to talk about otherwise except for how it was fun to show how different events would play out at this point with the guys utilizing Ki and I was able to make a good set-up for a chapter with the minor character Spear that sadly never came to fruition.