"Ok then, I choose this one next. Spill it."
"Buu, the small, thin one, when I was buying time for Kakarot."
"And this one next to it?" Ryoko's fingers intermingling with his trace across a small crescent shaped blemish on his hand. She grins at him as they walk hand in hand, arm in arm beside one another and she plays this game to pass the time on their walk. Her feline eyes gleam with fluorescence as she waits for him to enlighten her, learning about Vegeta and worming secrets out of him is a past time for her she feels will never get old. The Saiyan takes a while longer on his answer than the last one, his memory is not perfect and trying to recall how each of his menagerie of scars came to be does sometimes take a few seconds.
"... That one is actually when Trunks was teething." He nods in remembrance. Now he knows why he couldn't pinpoint the battle he received it in, for there was no battle. He was training for the androids but Bulma had insisted he spent time to bond with his baby son, only through some brilliance from Bulma did she stop her husband's foul mood and anger at being injured from lashing out at the infant. As he recalls it was not until after both Goku and Cell had died that she trusted him to be alone with his son unsupervised. Ryoko snorts out a laugh at the mighty prince nearly getting his finger bitten off by his own kid, she found an unexpected gem amongst the scrapes and scratches.
"Ha, I'm not gonna ask how the hell he managed that but sure. Ooh, here, on your neck." Ryoko blows a gust of air from her mouth to softly tickle the scar in mention and giggles again to herself. She is enjoying this walk more than she thought she would and being able to spend all this time just chatting to Vegeta makes her all the happier. They have been walking now for nearly quarter of an hour and for two of them she has been playing this game of scars. It gives her an excuse for her hands to wander and touch yet with him being all suited up she has little skin to work with than she would prefer.
"Training."
"The big one I remember across your lovely pecs." Seizing this opportunity, Ryoko reaches across with her far hand, resting it on his chest as she now stands directly in front of him. Vegeta comes to a dead stop. She looks expectantly down at him as her nailed fingers drum on his shirt.
" Punishment from Frieza. Are you quite done yet?" Reliving his past failures with each recollection is not his idea of fun. Ryoko still stands there in front of him, she is in no mind to move out of his way currently. Vegeta can see she is trying to goad him into picking her up like she wants, instead he phases his body and then Ryoko phases hers so she is still an obstruction. Grinning at his foiled plan, her fingers trace their way up to his neck before he takes her hand and removes it from his person.
"I don't know, are you trying to hide something from me? Some scar here more embarrassing than your son biting you with his gums, any that would interest me?"
"No, there are scars more embarrassing and shameful for me but you will find no interest in them. How about your own scar then?" Vegeta pivots about their linked arm so they both stand facing the wrong way. Ryoko's free hand now starts moving gradually towards her shoulder. Her open back dress does reveal the large diagonal scar running down from her shoulder and were it not for her shock of cyan hair it would be clearly visible. His words make her feel self conscious for a second in spite of remembering how he said that Saiyans respect scars, she does not like its look. Thinking on it, he got Washu to remove the branding she put on Ayeka so she could have the scar removed but if Vegeta respects it then it is probably in her favour to keep it and she can't see it anyway. She flicks her head to look at him.
" It's how they got me in prison is what it is. Juraians only have the bravery to attack your back, and … well besides from all the other wounds and regular beatings, malnourishment meant my healing factor could only manage a half-arsed job with it. Or were you referring to the scar you made on my heart, my Vegey?"
"Does it give you some sick pleasure making me cringe at that awful cheese you spout?"
Ryoko cackles to herself as Vegeta groans at her lovey-dovey question and begins back on his way towards their unknown destination with her in tow. She asks how close they are and he replies they will be there in a couple of minutes. After a few steps they both hear a group of men raucously exiting a pub across the street from them. Neither of them pay any attention to them until the intoxicated drinkers start calling out to Ryoko, not much of it is complementary. Her form fitting dress and beauty has obviously caught their attention but the way they call out to her like some bar wench causes her to bristle, she is with Vegeta and does not want her mood or date spoiled. One lad who has had far more than he can handle and can barely stand without support shouts about how much she charges. Ryoko snaps.
Before it was the drink making him unable to stand, now it is something else as Ryoko stands over his groaning and beaten body. She kicks him again for good measure before glaring across to his mates who are already starting to stumble and stagger away as best as they can. As they flee she kicks the downed man at the rest of the drunkards, causing two of them to heavily topple over. She teleports back onto the side of the road with Vegeta waiting. Checking her appearance and brushing her hair with her hands, she goes and links her arms again with her date, her smile on her face gone though. They walk on for a bit in silence. Vegeta is sure the next stage of their date will easily make her happy again and so does not hazard a conversation to try and cheer her up.
" Not gonna comment on that at all? No nice words to cheer me up? No declarations of your undying love for me?" Ryoko, on the other hand, wants him to talk to her. She appreciates the fact he let her go and beat up some punks and didn't try and step in the way and do it himself, she does however want some response from him about a group of men harassing her and calling her a whore. The wails of an ambulance sound behind them and Vegeta calmly shakes his head. He has nothing to say on the matter. They were drunk, they were weak and they are not worth his time, the situation was dealt with and that is that. Ryoko impatiently tugs at his arm. She will not let him keep his silence, she wants to hear his voice, she wants their date to get right back on track.
" Ask me a question. There must be something you wanna know about me, go ahead and ask me anything."
" Nothing comes to mind. I get the feeling though that you are the one who wants to ask a question." He feels more weight on his arm as Ryoko leans on him, obviously wanting for him to be curious and ask about her. There isn't any crucial information he feels he is lacking and the only gap in her life she hasn't talked about is what led her after the collapse of the Planet Trade Organisation to decide to track down Kakarot for his bounty. He senses that asking this question would lead to her teasing him about it being fate or destiny bringing them together and then he would have to debunk all of that due to the future version of his son. Ryoko always wants to know about him however, whether they are things he wants her to know or not or even subjects he wouldn't think anyone would care for.
"If there are things I want to know about you, will you tell me?"
"That greatly depends on the question you ask."
" Do you like being with me? I'm not fishing here for a 'do you like me' I'm just wondering if you enjoy my company, do you like spending time with me like this?" Ryoko drops the question she has been wondering on ever since they started their date. She is having fun but with Vegeta it is a hard thing to tell whether he is as well and she wants him to be having fun when with her, she wants him to prefer being with him than training. A date is not supposed to be a purely one sided thing, it occurs between two people, a couple.
"I don't tend to use the words enjoy or like for there is truly very little I do enjoy. Not to dance around the issue but there are definite occasions when the opposite is true, for the most part though there is no dislike to spending time at which I am not training with you, your company is favourable."
" Favourable to nothing, not favourable to the copycat, right? You really are careful with your words, and it won't be long till I win anyhow. Am I more favourable than training? Putting aside your obsession, is spending time with me more fun than training? I mean if you really do enjoy locking yourself up, exhausting and hurting yourself more than treating me to a date then, well..."
" I do not enjoy training." Vegeta states this fact. He is no masochist, training is his life and his work but not his hobby or pastime. He hates not training due to his need to surpass Goku and to gain more power, the training itself he derives no pleasure from. "Bar a good fight against those simulations, training is tedious, dull and hard graft, if training is fun then you are not training hard enough. The thrill is in the fight, not the preparation for it."
"So you like me more than training then. Good." Ryoko starts contently humming to herself having picked her mood back up now Vegeta has said in a roundabout way that he likes being with her. She prods at him about his training regime, his power growth from it and what it could do for her, he bluntly says she would not survive the way he trains. Quizzing him some more on the single activity that occupies close to all of his time, Ryoko notices that the dim lighting of the street lights has grown. A flood of comforting light streams out of the glass entrance of this building stood on its own in the middle of a paved courtyard. Their destination is a large and ostentatious hall with marble columns, gilded sculptures and even dark oak panelling mixed in with the framed glass work of its exterior. The roof is domed and the light spilling from the clear walls comes from an array of exotically jewelled chandeliers. Ryoko is really liking what she is seeing even as Vegeta fails to answer her question as to what this building is and what they are doing here.
A guard stands alert by the tall transparent doors. With a flash of his ID and verbally confirming his booking, Vegeta gains them entry. Ryoko cannot help but let slip a giddy giggle as she gazes about the grand foyer, her shoes sliding into red carpet and her laugh echoing off the polished stone walls. She is very impressed by this grand foyer, it is not the kind of place she could normally gain free entry to. Remarking as such to him and complimenting him on going all out on such a lavish building her smile falls slightly when he points off down a corridor and tells her she needs to go into the furthest room on the left. Her immediate question of why goes ignored as Vegeta unlinks his arm and starts heading towards a different corridor. She stubbornly follows him for a few steps before he stops and makes the excuse it will only be for a minute which she argues back as to why they need to split up in the first place. Her idea of a date involves no separation whatsoever, she has enough problems trying to spend time with him as it is and she does not need him going off on his own during their date. Vegeta tells her that after she is done in that room she can carry on through it into the next room where he will be waiting for her. In a sulk she agrees and starts briskly walking down the way he pointed to find out what is behind this door he wants her to go in.
Out of habit she phases her face through first before following through with the rest of her body. The first sight she is greeted to is herself, a large full body mirror reflecting her own image back to her. She grins in her vanity seeing how gorgeous she looks for Vegeta and then sees two desks either side of the mirror. One has sets of cosmetics and the other has a large card-board box set upon it and a smaller box next to it. These mysterious boxes intrigue her. Opening up the smallest one first she finds a pair of shoes. Thinking back to her earlier jest she sees that these do indeed have a heel to them of a few inches. Ryoko slips her own shoes off and puts on these new heeled shoes, their main body being straps which show off her feet. Heels aren't her main form of footwear so she takes a bit to walk about and make sure she won't have to use her flight if she stumbles because Vegeta will notice that. She looks back in the mirror and admires herself again in her new shoes, she has to say they match her outfit well, and looking at herself she sees some of her make-up could do with a little touch up. Grinning in satisfaction at her flawless appearance she finally turns towards the second mystery box and as she opens it and sees its contents her grin widens.
Vegeta has taken his tuxedo jacket off and stands with his arms crossed as Ryoko exits the side door of her changing room. She steps out into the very large and dark room, her steps slightly hurried to reach Vegeta. Her heels clack noisily against the wooden floor and her feline eyes scan about to see whether there are any lights that should be on in this room. A circle of white envelops them both as Ryoko reaches Vegeta, a spotlight shining down on them from the ceiling, and Ryoko smiles. She sees upon Vegeta's face, much like her own, a mask. A dark crimson demon mask is the one she chose from the assortment within the box provided, one with short nearly unnoticeable horns, a stern flat nose with a strong brow, a fanged open mouth and a very long chin. Her smile shines through the open mouth of the mask as her golden eyes gleam out. Vegeta has a simple and plain white mask covering the top half of his face. Though the whole point of a mask being to hide one's identity is completely nullified by it being just the two of them and their other noteworthy features, Ryoko can't help but feel really happy at this little piece of excitement thrown into the mix.
Without a word he holds out his left hand to her and symphonic music begins to play from the speakers around the large hall. Ryoko eagerly takes his hand with her own and steps closer to him, their height difference emphasised now by her proximity and her heeled shoes. She keeps her eyes fixed on his face. Vegeta brings his right arm around her waist which Ryoko slyly comments upon whilst doing the same with her own arm before he leads her into the dance. The Saiyan prince has a minimal amount of knowledge on how to dance thanks to his marriage yet it is painfully obvious that his skill at it is far superior to Ryoko's as she makes misstep after misstep. She curses as she nearly loses her balance on her heels after a turn but her smile stays firmly plastered on her face. This is a lot of fun for her. Though she might be making mistakes here and there she ignores them and just goes with the flow letting the music and her date lead her through it. Being this close to him she can see the slight discomfort on Vegeta's proud face at having to dance as she happily smiles at being in his arms and him doing this for her.
" Who woulda thought that the dreaded Saiyan prince was such a good dancer?" Joking about what his surprise turned out to be, Ryoko teases him for this choice of activity which clashes so hard with the murderous fighter he identifies as. Her feet catch against Vegeta's when he goes to make a corner and she carries on.
" Compared to fighting these movements are nothing, you're picking it up yourself it is that simple. My wife always did have two left feet though." Vegeta tries to make the excuse for himself that as someone who lives to master his body and power this is something well within his skill level but it rings out hollow. He cares not for whether such things as dancing are classed as feminine or not yet he is still a reluctant dancer. The remark about his late wife causes Ryoko to cock her head to the side in thought. She did tell him not to think of any woman except for her but then again him saying that means his wife was never privy to private dance sessions due to her lack of skill. Pondering whether to reprimand him for bringing up Bulma or thank him for organising this because of her rule of not doing something he has done with his wife, Ryoko decides to do a little of both as she begins catching on to Vegeta's movements and mirroring them.
Vegeta was correct in stating she is picking it up, her mistakes dwindle to very minor ones far spread out as the first song fades out on a long chorus of violas. Brass blares out as a second more upbeat classical piece begins to play and with this faster tempo and the music's energy Ryoko has a mischievous thought. Staging a sudden coup d'etat she begins to lead this dance as best as she can. Filled with confidence at her still forming skills she feels she has enough of a hang on it to take the superior position and control the fun for herself. Vegeta goes along with it for a few steps until she tries to make a turn and he simply refuses. With his multi-form's strength it is no hassle for him to make her go where he does and thus the battle for who will lead the dance begins. She persistently attempts to wrestle control from him and eventually gets the result she wants. Vegeta smirks. Bringing out his competitive nature with her playful battling she has garnered something very important for herself, the man she loves, for all his tough words, is actively enjoying his date with her. Carefree laughter sounds from her as she keeps up the fun atmosphere between them. Her struggles are mostly in vain because of her opponent being Vegeta yet she cares little about it. The song ends and a new one with a slow beat takes its place. Their fighting for dominance coming to an end with it.
" I've never been slow dancing with a man before. I like it, a lot. You're gonna be hard pressed to top this on our next date after you get back." Gay laughter erupts from her again as she spins about with her silky black dress and her cyan hair billowing out around her. Never does the feel of Vegeta's hands or warmth leave her. This constant physical contact with Vegeta makes her completely oblivious to the fact that the rest of the room is in darkness, right now she cares for nothing but the two of them.
After ample persuasion, Ryoko gets to pull off something she never knew she wanted to do. As the third song comes to a climatic close she fully bends over backwards kicking a leg high into the air above the head of Vegeta easily supporting her. With Vegeta's face above her own like this she reaches across and snaps the lower half of her own mask off before raising her head and knocking the remainder of her mask against his. Now there is no obstruction. She knows she is playing with fire but he was the one who chose this very close and intimate activity when he has little time till his mating season begins. They both rise together and as a piece with some Latin flavour to it comes on Ryoko starts talking to Vegeta about what it is like to live on Earth. With their phenomenal level of physical power and strength neither of them get fatigued as the minutes quickly while away and they continue to dance together. For a while they ebb into silence as Ryoko just enjoys the moment. Every now and again though Vegeta's hand retracts from her waist and quickly scratches at the seat of his trousers. She notices this and would comment on it if she hadn't already figured out what his actions. At her behest he lifts her up and spins her about as she splays her arms and legs back.
" I can't believe you're actually managing to wow me with this mess of cliché right here. A meal and dancing, what's next, a movie?"
"Does the cliché matter if you are enjoying it? For tonight there isn't anything after this, I have spoiled you enough." Vegeta plans on ending things here within half an hour if all of his estimates are correct. He fails to see a film entertaining Ryoko anyhow and for him the thought of sitting down for well over an hour staring at a screen sounds dull.
"I beg to differ, hun. You are barely spoiling me enough, you better keep these dates up or I might start acting more disruptive and you wouldn't want that would you?" To prove her point she turns the tables and easily lifts Vegeta up and spins him about, cackling at his unimpressed face. As soon as his feet touch the floor he warns her not to do that again. She absently nods before spontaneously changing the direction of the dance. Before they get embroiled in another heated war for which way they are dancing, she poses a simple query to Vegeta to rekindle their conversation. "So, Vegey, just to clarify, there ain't no special reason every damn thing here is dark or at night is there?"
" I am not trying to bait out your fear. You chose the time for this date, this city's time zone makes it night and dim lighting normally helps towards a more romantic ambience." His reasoning behind it being night is poor due to him being the one who chose the location yet she ignores that for focusing too much on it would make her seem more fearful about it than she is. She takes a moment though to relish him mentioning the romantic ambience. That really tickles her.
"I feel like getting you to repeat yourself when you start talking about romance. Big bad Saiyan hides all this up his sleeves and it makes a girl wonder what else he's hiding. I mean masquerade of all things, we aren't just dancing but we've got silly masks on, is this your doing or some weird Earth custom you've adopted?" Letting her excitement build with the crescendoing strings Ryoko goes to knock their masks together again but Vegeta moves his head to the side so it is just a glancing blow. She playfully pouts and sticks her tongue out at him.
" It is merely a bit more spice I thought you would enjoy."
" And I do, there is more you can do though to make me enjoy this, my Vegey." Her hand on the back of his shirt drops low and as her fingers start flexing to scratch the itch that has been bothering him Vegeta calmly moves her hand back into place. Her face feigns innocence as he sternly looks at her. Her other hand squeezes his hand.
Following a quiet interlude in between pieces, Ryoko tries to tactfully approach the subject she wants by broaching Yamcha and Washu's proposal and Vegeta's opinion about it. The Saiyan has no interest in their love life and answers such. He sees it as beneficial though as he predicts that the presence of Yamcha and the security of a relationship will help to control the mad scientist and curb her disobedient tendencies. Ryoko can agree with that but at heart she doesn't like the subtext of her own behaviour and free will being tamed by a man.
Thinking back to that proposal she remembers Ayeka telling her something that she never got an answer to. Ryoko asks Vegeta if Washu did try to kill him when Yamcha wasn't there. He nods and briefly describes to her the situation he dealt with but for discretion's sake he omits most of what he discussed with Washu and what occurred immediately after he exited her laboratory. Ryoko inches closer to him and says that she will be very sad when he is gone, trying to get across her yearning for something before he ups and goes for a few days. All Vegeta does is remind her that either he leaves the planet or his wife will be getting many visitors in Other-world. Tired of this same old cycle they seem to be going through she states to him that she is not scared of him, he tells her she needs to learn to be. The mood sours and they both go quiet for the remainder of the song. Ryoko's eyes stay off Vegeta to try and get him to act and get her attention but when she glances back her smile reappears as she is met by a most welcome surprise.
"That might be eye level for you but my eyes are up here. How about we put your studying to a little test? Colour, size, material, go." Vegeta's eyes have slipped down her body and to her ample cleavage being proudly shown off by her plunging V neck. Caught in the act, she mercilessly teases him about what he was so fixedly staring at. Her hopes for tonight have just raised an awful amount as her wide toothy grin splits her cheeks. The build up he told her about is here, he is seeing her as a woman and she will take this for everything it is worth. At her words Vegeta abruptly snaps his head to the side with a small blush on his face due to his wandering eyes. She giggles at this uncharacteristic show of embarrassment from him and asks her question again to him. Ryoko will not let him play it off as nothing nor let him pretend he wasn't just ogling her for the first time, he scratches his tail stump again and lets out an exasperated sigh at it all.
"Any fool could tell you the colour is black like your outfit. If you want an answer to size though you are going to have to get rid of that padding first." Trying for whatever retaliation he can get at this point, Vegeta growls out in response to Ryoko's teasing. Her laughter pauses momentarily at the secrets of her bra being outed. His cold, black pupils are locked with her own narrowing eyes, however his breathing is starting to become irregular. She can feel his hand clamming up against her own and seizing his weakness she leans her head in close to his.
"Is someone starting to slip? Getting in the mood are we?"
Cooing at him and whispering in his ear as she senses tempests of ki surging wildly about within the man she is holding, she lets out a giggle and intently stares at him with desire she hopes soon will be reciprocated. The music is all but ignored now. The time for dancing has ended, the main course is over and Ryoko is waiting for the dessert she has requested. He mutely breathes out one last warning from between gritted teeth to her and she fully ignores it. Her hand on his waist slips down again and one of her fingers gets to touch the remains of his tail before Vegeta acts to remove her hand. His resistance against her seduction is weakening, she feels she might burst from all this anticipation and tension. Vegeta has an ace up his sleeves he could play at this moment to stop her in her tracks, his rational mind might be sliding away from him but he still knows saying his dead wife's name will bring Ryoko to a grinding halt, his plan does not require this so he stays silent.
The top half of Ryoko's crimson demon mask drops to the floor. One hand delicately reaches out and takes Vegeta's off and discards it also. The internal struggle within his head is clear for her to see. His primal side, the bestial side which he has been forever mocked for is rearing its head, and she is its willing target. She watches the many conflicting reactions play across his face as she puts both her arms around his neck. Next she slips off her heeled shoes so the angle between their faces is lessened as is the distance. Vegeta takes a step back and she takes a step forward with him and then another as she presses her nose against him.
"You've been playing hard to get for so, so long now, you can't hold out forever against your nature. How long is your stupid resolve going to last before I win? We both want this … make sure this is a date I won't ever forget. Love me, Vegeta."
For a brief second an unfocused haze drifts over his eyes. He shakes his head to rid himself of the fog descending over his mind yet Ryoko's nose stays against his. She has watched his eyes go blue many times, his eyes go blue and gain a black pupil when he transforms to his highest level, she has even seen recordings of his eyes completely turning vivid red when an Oozaru and so she waits for the sign of this mental switch. His hand is scratching at his tail as she presses herself against him and watches as more cloudiness drifts over his black pupils. A red akin to heavy bloodshot begins to fill around his clouded pupils as Ryoko softly susurrates his name and licks her lips. Behind clenched teeth his tongue mirrors her motions. Still aware of himself, Vegeta finds even this prologue to his mating season a very testing time. Second thoughts drift about like ships in the mist before his mind slams into the iceberg that is his wife's memory. Breaking out of Ryoko's embrace he jumps back and tries to focus on the ground and slow his breathing down. For a brief instant he terrified himself, his brain threw up a massive warning and told him he could not go through with these reckless actions and that he could not do this. A sharp surge of hatred at him telling himself that there is something he cannot do gains him precious time with his unclouded mind. He did not expect it to be so difficult to push through his own mental defences. He cannot let himself slip into being a mindless lust driven beast. He has to do this, he has to give her the taste she has asked for and if he stops now it'll all be for naught, he has planned this.
His eyes dart up as he feels a weight on his shoulder. It is Ryoko's foot. She will not let him escape from her, she has worked far too hard for this moment and her heart will not take kindly to more rejection. Like a siren she calls his name and beckons to him with her finger. Her bare leg escaped from the slit in her dress rests next to his face. By any right Vegeta should have left this planet by now, he has sensed the disappearance of Goku and Gohan and after a short conversation with his son his main self has also vacated this planet. Ryoko has also sensed this and yet a multi-form of Vegeta stands before her still, she takes that to mean only one thing. Strength enters her leg as she tries to force him closer to her. Vegeta has to get the message through to her. He grabs her leg by the ankle. She strains against his grip still trying to get him to surrender to her charms and give her what she has longed for. He removes her leg from her shoulder. Her thin eyebrows raise expectantly though as he fails to let go of her. She wiggles her toes and very slowly enunciates his name. The game is set, the bloodshot re-enters Vegeta's eyes.
Getting pulled into a fairly painful standing vertical split, Ryoko goes to voice her major discomfort when she is silenced by the lips of Vegeta firmly locking around hers. She makes a surprised and muffled sound as her brain slowly catches up and realises that it is finally happening. With unleashed passion she joins in the kiss with the man she loves. He eventually releases her leg held above his head and it lowers down to the side and a much more comfortable position as she wraps it around Vegeta's waist. Her arms are quick to embrace him as she fully yields herself over to this most welcome contact. Vegeta's hands grip onto her shoulders with such force it is as if he is forcing her down to his height, some of the limiters for his strength are starting to strain. Since she is only on one leg the power in his firm hold is causing her knee to buckle yet she doesn't care as they kiss and hold each other for if her leg does go that merely means to her that they will be on the floor with him on-top of her.
Her single leg does not fail her though for Vegeta's rough hands travel up to her cheeks and as one of his fingers brushes past her ear she opens her mouth and the Saiyan invades it. A very pleased sound comes from her throat as she starts French kissing Vegeta and they both explore each other's mouths. Warmth enters her face and cheeks as she presses as tight as she can to Vegeta, squeezing her arms and leg, trying to meld them both into one as the dancers now both act on lust. Eventually she pulls back to draw a great panting breath but Vegeta's hands quickly go from her cheeks to the back of her head, his fingers weaving into her hair, and he prevents her retreat. She tries again and he pushes for more. Turning her head to the side gives her the time she need to catch her breath back whilst he busies himself with her neck. It feels good.
"Say that you love me, Vegey." Wishing that in his current state he will say the words she dreams of hearing every night, she nuzzles her face deep into his neck and breathes in his scent. There is no reply. No reaction at all. Licking his earlobe, she whispers her want straight into his ear. For a second her heart raises above the heavens as he pauses yet all he does is withdraw from her neck and scratch at his amputated tail, his fingers ripping the fabric.
Face to face she sees the dull and hungry look possessing him. The patchy red colouration in his unfocused eyes and underneath it all she can see how wild and irregular the ki of this multi-form is. She says his name as a test and he nods at it, he is not deaf to the world. Ryoko smiles seeing it is still him inside. With a blank and ravenous gaze sweeping over her body, she enjoys this feeling of being wanted. His shirt comes off in one straight pull with several loose buttons now rattling across the floor. Her time spent admiring his chest is cut short as he enters into a passionate kiss with her again. However, it at all begins to take a sour turn when he displaces one of her dress' straps.
Ryoko tries to say that she doesn't want to rush it but is given little opportunity to speak. Her actions were eager and desperate but she wants a slower pace now so she can truly savour what is happening. She lifts the strap back in place and lowers and turns her head so he cannot reach her lips. A sharp laugh erupts from Vegeta and a bright purple aura shines around him. He holds her chin up with his thumb.
"Look Vegey, just slow down a bit. I know you can hear me so stop rushing this, more foreplay first." Ryoko gets her chance to talk. Vegeta removes her dress strap from her shoulder again whilst keeping his eyes locked on her face. "Very funny, now if you'd-"
Her sentence is cut off as he shoves her back, she hovers and somersaults to land. Vegeta isn't too bothered about what she is saying but he would prefer it if she would either stop talking and co-operate or challenge him like a Saiyan. Ryoko stares at him and the dark smirk on his face. For defence she raises her power level and a small fiery red aura burns around her. Vegeta cocks his head to the side examining her power output before stepping towards her. She says his name sternly, she calls it again, but he fails to answer as he gradually makes his way towards his prey. Ryoko teleports back a few metres to buy herself some time.
"Vegeta listen to me. I love you. Don't go ruining this for me now, please don't. Just let's have some fun first and- Hey!" A hand cops a feel of her backside and Ryoko snaps around quickly. She isn't the only one who can teleport. Vegeta is not keen on the idea of waiting. She leaps back, snarling at Vegeta for the aggressiveness of his pursuit. This isn't playing out how she wants and she will not tolerate someone who shoves her about and does whatever he wants with no concern for her. "Listen here bub, none of that till I say so. No."
As if a switch had been pulled at the sound of the word 'No', Vegeta staggers backwards a few steps and violently shakes his head. He collapses forward onto one knee. For a few seconds he stays as is, growling whilst he regulates and calms his breathing down. Ryoko is still wary and keeps her distance. Normally being the aggressor in such things she did not like the way he was acting, it killed the mood for her. She set out wanting him to go primal on her so that her rival would forfeit but when it came down to it she still wants Vegeta to love her and for it to be special. Ryoko seeks to make love with him and not some quick fumble which will leave her dissatisfied. Most of all though she will not let him mistreat her.
" Our date is over now, Ryoko. I told you that you would not want to be around me during this time. There was your taste." Vegeta stands, the whites in his eyes clear and his black pupils as sharp as ever as he looks across to the woman he was seconds ago helping himself to. He rubs at his temple and Ryoko drops her aura. She sighs loudly to herself and the sigh turns into a groan of disappointment, she is safe but her moment and chance have gone.
" Why couldn't it have been perfect? If only … Well, dammit, you weren't lying after all." Complaining to herself at the way things turned out, Ryoko starts walking towards her discarded shoes as Vegeta goes for his shirt. The taste she got has not left her wanting more, if this is just the start she does not want to know what he is like when his mating season is in full swing, she can guess there is a lot less kissing though.
" I was not. I have it under control for the moment, so let's keep this short." He puts on his shirt the best he can with most of its buttons now scattered to the far winds. The same mental control that destroyed Babidi's possession of him is working now to keep his biology at bay, the quicker things get wrapped up here and goodbyes said the better. He spies Ryoko touching her lips whilst she slips her heels back on, whilst not the perfect experience it definitely went beyond the first kiss she shared with him. She tries to put a smile on her face. His aggressiveness towards the end aside it was a very nice date.
"You're going now, for how long? I'll miss you."
"2, maybe 3 days. Do not do anything reckless whilst I am gone. Do not come looking for me." He cannot emphasise enough those statements to her. She is the one in the most danger, she can teleport and thus render him distancing himself obsolete. Hopefully though his actions then have dissuaded her enough that the risk of her practically committing suicide by trying to visit him is nil. Ryoko nods her head at him in compliance and walks towards him.
"I hear ya, and, Vegey, thanks for today. It was good, I had fun. … Also, I'm really glad you kept your promise. It really doesn't matter to you. Let's pick this up later, you're one hell of a kisser, my Vegey." Smiling warmly up at him, Ryoko holds her hand out to him for them to instant transmit back. It was a niggling concern at the back of her mind that his lust is brought on by a want to reproduce and her biological differences that he knows about might turn him off. Ryoko is happy that nothing like that happened and his actions fully coincide with his promises to her that he will not hold her infertility towards him against her. Vegeta blushes slightly at her complimenting his kissing as he takes her hand. He raises two fingers to his forehead whilst internally he deals with a stab of guilt about acting so intimate and passionate with someone who is not Bulma. Their date ends and instantly after dropping Ryoko off the multi-form of Vegeta goes to rejoin with his far off body.