The raving captain was cut off mid-rant when Vegeta stepped into view, her insults left hanging like a big, fat flip-off in the deafening silence that accompanied his arrival. He walked into the lab, his calm appearance in stark contrast to the seething fury inside him. It had been a long time since being treated with dishonour gave rise to such rage and it was appeasing to discover that he could still feel that. His son wasn't the only one who had traits lying dormant in him. In adapting to his new life and role here on Earth, Vegeta too had quelled many of his more violent inclinations, more so than he realised until this very moment where true aggression mastered him. But, tolerant as he had grown, he had refused to become the docile hound his adversary Kakarot was and he despised that little bitch for her presumptions.
The men stumbled in their haste to jump away from the workbench and bend the knee to meet him with a fist on their chests. Their captain was in no hurry to get down on hers and kept her seat. She didn't bother giving him more than a half-arsed semblance of a salute either, her small fist crossing her chest plates in a throwaway gesture. She locked eyes with him while gnawing on a chicken wing, then swallowed it bones and all and kept her face raised, challenge rife in her every scarred feature.
"Leave us." Vegeta ordered, not taking his eyes off her, his voice as calm as his exterior. The poise was definitely fronted now.
The men obeyed instantly and all the while they hurried to make scarce, their captain kept staring at Vegeta and eating her chicken. She started making lazy half-turns in her swivel chair, the gesture playful, maybe even seductive, yet also, taking into account how her eyes were spitting fire, threatening. When the entrance to the compound could be heard falling shut down the hall to signal her underlings' departure, she still had to avert her hard gaze. Vegeta decided that he wasn't going to wait for it. He could very well be waiting forever. He swiped the workbench aside to clear his path to her and grasped the armrests of her chair to make her stop doing her suggestive little twirling and trap her in her seat.
"I was eating that." Akane mentioned flatly after the chicken he slapped from her hand.
Vegeta had to keep his itching ones from fisting and reducing the armrests to dust or reduce her already disfigured, unsightly mug to a bloody pulp. He leaned in. "Is there something you want to say to me?"
She drew away meticulously and only far enough to make room between their faces for wiping the grease from her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. She let it drop into her lap with the other, enlaced her fingers and slumped in her chair as if making ready to leisure there. A smile touched her small mouth, the scar curving up from the corner distorting it into an absolutely repulsive sneer.
"Nah, I'm easy."
Vegeta jerked the swivel chair closer and got right in her face again. She held her ground this time, putting them nearly nose to nose. He had been after this kind of closeness not that long ago and her inveigling, powdery scent would have had him raring to kiss her if it wasn't for her tirade that made him far more inclined to strangle her right now. "Heed my words, Captain." he spat out her title with disdain. "And heed them well. I will have no more of your insolence. I am your prince and you will treat me with respect."
"Well, I would," and she added an emphatic, provoking: "Prince." Then she leered up at him. "Had your aggression towards me felt remotely personal, I would be heeding you very well. Your realm is in shambles. Instead of coming in here pulling ranks on me, you should go to your lesser bitch and teach her to heel first."
She slumped more, but it wasn't to repel him because she also, very deliberately, let her thighs inch apart and kept her face cocked to his. Vegeta couldn't tell if this was a real invite or merely a clever distraction, but by the time she had opened her legs as far as her seat allowed, it had turned his aggression into something far more instinctive and wholly unambiguous. He still wanted to take her down a notch, only now he was hellbent on doing it with his cock. The raw, unwieldy want he felt, was reanimating urges in him he sparse recognized as his own and his blood rushed to his centre with such immediacy that it struck him dumb. His steel gladly availed itself of the all but limitless stretch his battle suit provided and still it felt too tight. The sudden shift in his mood did not go by her and drew her eyes to his loins. Her glance was an unimpressed, cursory one that should have made his sack shrink, but got him hard as fuck and mad keen on sharing that with her. He deemed the sight enough of a declaration that this was very personal so he did not waste words on telling her that there was only one bitch he was interested in teaching to heel.
She gave him another one of those sneers and when she spoke, her hoarse voice dropped to a breathy lure. "That pinger is turning this into quite a stand-off."
"Clever." Vegeta allowed, his own voice thick and barely above a breath. He placed his hand against the slender neck he had felt like wringing seconds earlier, let his fingers creep around and up into her hair to tug her head back further. "Not so soft now, am I? You should know, that I have decided on you as my next designated cumslot does not mean I will make allowances for your impertinence like I do with the poxy wench."
Feeding her back the vile insults she had busied about him to let her know that he had overheard every single one, seemed to move her as little as his pinger and she proved it by drawling: "Forgive me. When I addressed your arrangement, I should have explicated that I am not fucking the foreign fauna on this kack-stain either, seeing as it has immersed itself balls deep in the native culture. Now would you kindly get your dick out of my face? I am what hunts her and I think you understand the distinction or you would be doing a lot more than showing off right now."
Vegeta was happy to oblige by grasping her hair tighter and yanking her to her feet by a nice fistful. Instead of keeping it in her face, he grabbed the base of her tail with his free hand and pulled her flush into his loins to give her a foretaste of what she obviously viewed as an idle threat, but was serious as a heart attack and all hers to receive. Balls deep and, if necessary, unwilling. The sexual tension she had instigated, made him quite sure that it wouldn't take much persuading on his part to get her into a more willing mood.
"It must be too dark to see how you are overestimating yourself when you get to be that far up your own arse." he said. "You are barely a step up from my current situation, darter. Snaggletooth may have the biggest bite in the toothless pack, all is game to me."
Akane let out a rough, vivacious laugh that gave his already unmanageably stiff one near painful potency. "Well put. You haven't lost your vernacular. The dental work is impressive too. Attractive. I like clean teeth and you are not neglecting those big, ivory sentries in your mouth. Here is another gem of wisdom for you: vigilance comes after battle."
It was laughable that this savage little thing thought she stood an actual chance here. Or perhaps it was endearing. Yeah, it was. Her mettle was adorable and far more than Vegeta was going to give her credit for. She started fighting, or more floundering to break his grip on her tail and hair and he chose to let go of the latter as she seemed quite ready to part with her pretty tresses if it got her away from him. Opening her thighs must have been meant as a distraction after all. Well, they were already in the thick of it now so, in keeping with Saiyajin expressions, in hopes of victory…
She gave a startled snarl when he shoved her back into the wall behind her. Just as she hit it, he kicked the swivel chair out of his way, upending that growing wall of box-fridges, and closed the distance between them again. He trapped her against the wall, his thigh stuck firmly in the space between her legs and driving her to the very tips of her toes.
"What now, fireball?" Vegeta taunted.
She shifted her weight very carefully and for the first time since her revival from a decade and a half of hyper-sleep, she refused to look at him, her head dropped low to not show what was surely all over her face and her body could no longer hide. She was thawing against him and he felt a frisson run through her at the nook she was forced to plant square on his thigh if she wanted to gain her footing. When he snatched her by the chops and pulled her face up to his, her lips drew back on a row of neat pearly whites. She had some impressive dental work herself. The slight back-slant of her upper teeth made her mouth a very sexy one, even if it was particularly small and she was using it to give him that fatally venomous snarl right now. There was nothing little about the rants it issued neither. Like he expected, her hellish eyes were pooling with lust, the fiery amber morphed into liquid gold.
"Why don't you just show me what now, piss artist?" Akane spat up at him, apparently impatient both with and for him. She slipped her hand to his cock and gave him a handy up and down through his gear, resuming on a softer, much more seducing note: "From what I have seen so far, this long digger is about as useful on you as a nice pair of bouncy tits on a weary old bitch."
Vegeta pulled her face up further, her head now in her neck and him looming over her getting a kick out of all this height he had on her. It was a nice variation on the face to face he had gotten used to with the woman. Just like it was nice that he could toss this one around without having to worry that he was going to break her. Really, very nice. The little jog he gave her face was making her smile. It was hampered by his clutching hand, but he could feel her cheeks move under his fingertips. He smiled too, though only to himself. This showed promise that well exceeded his expectations. Her small hand was still rubbing him, the up and down of her fingers along his shaft slow and deliberate, like she was inspecting what she had to work with.
"Or maybe," he suggested softly. "you should be looking at this from a different angle." her smile widened under his fingertips and his revealed itself in a goading grin. He jogged her again, then made her swallow her massive pride. "Heel. Bitch."
She did. Literally. The second he let go of her face, she was dropping to her knees in front of him. She could take a command, he had to give her that. And a hint, that too. She watched him watch her as she stripped his waistband down, his cock all but smacking her in the face when it jumped from his breeks.
She let her gaze up his shaft with a lilting: "Things are certainly starting to look up from here."
Vegeta slipped his hand to her chin, rubbed his thumb across her lips, then dipped it into her little mouth and regretted wearing his gloves at those pretty teeth biting down teasingly. "I am starting to wonder how useful this thing is on you. Thus far you have been all talk and no action."
He retrieved his thumb before she could really sink her teeth in and stood, waiting, while she sat at his feet, unmoved and unmoving. The suspense was killing him, their current positions sending his lust into high gear. She used the intolerable interlude to give him another one of those gelding looks and still he refused to abandon hope, though the head he was looking to get, seemed chancy even if he lucked out and she gave it to him. He suspected her quite capable of leaving some lasting impressions on him, and not the sexy kind.
"Let me guess," Akane said, her pleasantry affectatious. "You want me to see how far I can fit this into my mouth."
"Your insight is astounding." Vegeta commented and it was a wonder that he sounded so together while he was ready to jump out of his restless skin.
"Yeah, you are going to have to make me." she jeered up at him. "And have a care. My gag-reflex feels rather easily engaged at the moment. Knowing where you have been has me ready to blow chunks all over this place just sitting here staring you in the dick."
Vegeta wondered if this galling, disgusting creature was trying to put him off with the verbal filth or if she understood precisely how she was turning him on with it. The prospect of shoving her insults back down her gullet with the cock she didn't want to suck, made his insides catch fire. He yanked her head back, took himself in hand and rubbed his cock in her face to make her stoop lower than her obscenities, and she accompanied it with the perfect whimper of submissive misery. Her mouth that she had not stopped using since he got here, remained stubbornly shut now and he dragged his end across her lips until they parted just enough to let the tip of her tongue out.
Vegeta smirked his victory. "That's right. Run your big mouth on that for a while."
She opened wide and let him ease his cock inside her hot mouth, the sensation making his loins sizzle. Her broiling gaze did not leave him once while he moved her head back and forth by the hair slowly in time with the easy pendulum of his hips. Apart from some exciting rake, her teeth left no impressions. She was playing nice and gave him generously all the things that made a blowjob – which was pleasurable to get even when lousily executed – a blinding good one. Suction, and the ball-jarring audible kind; spit, ample of it; tongue, in lazy swirls and circles; and the softest, muffled moaning sounds. He slid in steadily deeper and gained a good, wet coating he may or may not be needing later. It all depended on whether she was getting as eager as her moans made her sound. She probably was. He stopped guiding her and she needed no encouragement to keep going. She released him from her sucking mouth with a loud pop that fed the raging passion in him only more and when she opened back up, he made her squeal and fight off a dry heave as he delved the back of her throat for a long sliver of stringy drool. Since it felt so good and she was holding onto her breakfast, he did it again, then withdrew his more than sufficiently lubed-up cock from her mouth. It was very gratifying to see her gulp for air and so was the surprised shriek that escaped her when he pulled her back to her feet and nailed her tits first to the wall. He got behind her, ready and raring to claim his spoils.
"Drop your breeks."
"Fuck you." Akane said as an afterthought to the request, more concerned with wiping away the drool that offering up her mouth had left on her face.
Vegeta reckoned that she was done taking orders then. Well, he was done too. She had been dicking him around and dangling her peng self in front of him long enough. He was having her. Now.