The prince took on a battle stance across from her, side-faced, one foot in front, knees slightly bent and gloved hands in loose fists at his sides. His powerful frame was on full display in his blue battle suit, his every muscle precisely outlined by the tight, reinforced fabric. The gear was imperial inspired rather than made. It did not bear the black WTO frost bloom with its sharp points that was inlaid in her own similar looking armour. Akane should get rid of the sadistic cunt's crest as well. It was not hers. Not then and not now. Hers had been the poppy and the smashed shield once, a lifetime away. His had been the suns and flame, but he did not bear those on his armour either. The prince bore no decorations at all. And dared she admit that he did not need it? That sovereign arrogance he exuded, proclaimed him to reign supreme. He wasn't very tall, nothing like the big men that served under her, but he needed her commander's bulk or lieutenant's height even less to make him stand out. His lean body was chiselled perfection, made to be swift and nimble and elegant in his movement, and he was taller by far than she was. Like his father before him, this long-lost prince was handsomer than most. His looks had been what made her recognize him on the spot despite his incongruently advanced age. He was a seed from her king's loins, the first and foremost and the one destined to rule them. Very well put together, Prince Vegeta was, very attractive and virile. Very deadly as well. He was still bridling that knot of thunder, the sexual tension coming from him permeating their enclosure a cloud of hot, sticky swelter. The battle stance was therefore the last thing Akane had expected to be met with.
"You want an actual roll around." she let slip, her mouth betraying her thoughts again.
Vegeta just looked at her with that maddening stoicism. The total and utter lack of affect was only adding to his attractiveness. "That is what I said."
It was not what he was infecting this fucking place with. "So, how are we doing this?" she demanded aggravatedly. "Three pins a win?"
"A grapple is rather up close. I am more for mixed combat." the grin that came to his face was a wicked thing. "You are the very last person I had expected to ask for ground rules. Or stick to them."
"Yeah, well, I need some fucking lines if I want to cross them." she threw back, the inuendo riling her. He was the one instigating this rampant fuck-fest in the making. Not her. She wouldn't even be here if he hadn't ordered her to. Yeah, she was kidding herself. "Fine whatever. It is not like I am particularly partial to you putting your diseased hands on me."
His grin widened to show off every single one of those perfect teeth standing sentry in his mouth like big white watchtowers. It made him even more unreasonably handsome. "Don't tell me you got the stuffing knocked out of you already. We will do the grapple. I am curious to see how long it takes me to get you flat on your back."
Akane ground her teeth at the unwanted, unmanageable surge of lusting fire his words put in her groin. "Ugh, the suggestive metaphors." she made an effort to drawl. "If you want to fuck me, you should just say that."
Another big fucking smile. The prince may be a dick-swinging, overweening arsehole, he was a disarmingly charming one as well. He had inherited that from his father and passed it on to his son. The princeling had used that exact same smile on her repeatedly to disarm her.
"Your mummery is exhausting to be around, you know that?" Akane snarled, fighting hard not to smile with him.
"I would not pretend to possess your extraordinary and questionable talent for double-tongued speech." Vegeta said. "I say exactly what I mean. Get stuck in. I am done talking."
"Three pins a win." Akane hissed just so that she could have the last word.
How long it took him to get her flat on her back was round about one cursed second and she hadn't even seen him coming before she was slammed to the floor. Rage took her over while she struggled to get out of the pin and she only dug herself in deeper until her limbs were in an unforgiving knot with his. A blink, it was all she needed, one tiny lapse she could exploit. He gave her zilch to work with, she wasn't able to move more than her toes. It was his win, and well-earned, yet he did not take it. He just kept her wrestled to the floor, his body heavy and hard on hers and her extremities all screaming ache in his hold. Their gazes met, stuck and Akane lost her focus and then herself in his eyes. She had been here before, the last time he had captured her. Like in all Saiyajins, his eyes bore a shade of brown, but they were not tinged with green like Ringo's eyes and only the outer rims were as dark as Turles'. Within the prince's eyes were warm, radiant, light, brownest of brown and swallowing her whole. She was fearing – wishing – that him not releasing her meant he was coming back on his bullshit.
He dashed her hope when he said in his low, rumbling voice: "It is funny how you lose command of that big mouth whenever I require you to speak. If you can't admit your defeat, nod your head instead. Or see if you can move the littlest of your little fingers."
That cocky, overconfident, dick-swinging fucker was just waiting for her to tap out. "Did they take your eyes together with your tail? While you got busy humping my fucking leg, I already tapped out with that." She hadn't. She couldn't have. Her tail was trapped around her waist, under his clasping arm holding her in a lover's tight embrace.
Vegeta let out a soft, mocking laugh and squeezed her even closer. "You are a very sore loser."
"Just take the fucking point." Akane snapped and she barely swallowed the startled yelp that wanted to leave her when he jerked her from the floor with him. She planted her feet hard, determined not to be tossed around again, her frustration only amplified by what he said next.
"That is one down." Vegeta counted out as he stepped back astride into his spot.
Akane shot forward with a snarl, ducked down and went straight for his legs. Looping her arms around calves that were all steel, she gave a mighty heave to try and topple him over. She managed to move him not a cunt hair. It was like pushing a mountain. Was he in super? Digging her shoulders in harder, she expelled through gritted teeth: "You want to level it the fuck out? I like a shot."
"Any lower and I am hitting negative numbers." she heard him say smugly above her. "Step your game up. I already have a frail wench to bore the balls off me."
"That is really funny, arsehole!" Akane fumed.
Her boots were slipping on the floor tiles as she threw her whole body into bringing this beast down. She was struck with the infantile urge to bite his ankles and gnaw away at his tendons until he caved. Going for the back of his knees would be too predictable and his locked legs showed that he was ready for that. She could also give him a good old punch in the nuts to see if that bored them off him, but he would surely see that coming too. Men were very protective of their packages and she figured princes would be overly attached to the sack of unrealised heir-piss dangling between their legs. She clutched her arms tighter around his calves, threw her legs up, erected herself with her back against his front and hooked her feet behind his neck to trap it between her ankles, then pulled her hardest to make him stoop.
The forward momentum of his pitch was too fast to ascribe to her endeavours. They tumbled and went arse over tit so that she was in the same position, only horizontal with him bridging under her and her draped over his thrust-up pelvis like a fucking victory banner. He must be very sure of himself to put his shoulder to the floor like that. All she had left to do was kick him flat. Their intimate tangle got only more suggestive when she sat up and the quick budge of his hips sent her along the downward angle of his chest to very nearly sit on his face. She couldn't be bothered with what it looked like, although dropping to her knees on the floor and clamping her thighs shut on his cheeks to smother him was giving her massive flutters. The only thing she lusted after now, was making him regret putting himself in this compromised position.
"Worse ways to go, huh, Prince?" Akane taunted, rubbing her thighs together on his cheekbones to illustrate that she could crush his skull if she chose to. The next time he dared compare her to that inferior cunt, she may well be tempted to.
She wheedled her arm in around his bent one keeping him from the floor and gave a hard yank to dislodge it. The moment that he started fighting back, was the same moment she realised that he had been doing none of that. He swung his leg up around her and sent her sideways, his face still stuck between the thighs she refused to unclamp. It ended them in a weird kind of reverse spoon that he resolved by jerking apart her thighs to free his head and forcing her on her stomach with him straddling her back, facing the other way and hands stuck in the hollows of her knees to keep her legs pressed to the floor. The head she lifted, was forced back down by his crossed feet bearing down on her neck like a wickedly effective yoke, showing her that he was just as able to crush her skull on the tiles, should he be tempted to. He wasn't. The pressure he applied was calculated and not meant to make her experience more than the utter humiliation of literally getting her face rubbed in the dirt. She used her tail, not to tap-out, but to give him a lashing slap across the doubtlessly smirking mouth.
Vegeta took it as a yield regardless and counted out a nonchalant: "Two." Then he got up and stepped away from her, leaving her to pick herself up from the floor this time.
Akane rounded on him fists clenched and her ire so pressing that it was making her pant.
"You have one hell of a choke-hold." Vegeta said, rubbing a gloved hand across his face and fingers testing the cheekbones she should have fractured with her thighs when she had the chance.
"Yeah, that isn't suggestive at all." Akane snarled. She was so done being made sport of by this swaggering dick.
"I wasn't referring to your nook. That is a right deathtrap." He gave her another one of those creeping looks. "But I am a quick learner. I will find my way around you soon enough."
"Oh, so you do want to fuck me?" she countered. "Don't sweat it. Nothing can kick off my mornings like a load of sadly premature cum lining my kecks."
He just gave her his big, white-toothed smile again. "One more pin left, Captain. What are you going to do about that?"
Akane showed him what by lunging for him with a wrathful cry, abandoning the grapple and giving him his preferred mixed combat. She abandoned what little restraint she had left on her temper as well. It was not something she could keep up, not like him riding his sexed-up thunder with that fucking nonchalance. Fuck rousing him, fuck him being the big-arse predator on the plain and fuck not poking any more sticks at him. He was going to find this prey not so easily pounced. Instead of taking him head on, she changed course at the last second, slipped around and aimed her elbow at his kidneys. Or tried to. He sidestepped her like a minor nuisance and turned up behind her without her ever catching him move. She jumped the kick at her ankles he countered with and whirled past him, her ki climbing fast to give herself more speed. It would never be enough to match him. She was a quick learner too and she knew that she would be like a flee in his fur for the remainder of this fight, however long or short he decided to let it be. But she would bleeding well be nagging and biting him all the way through.
As if to prove her thoughts right, the prince brought his power down insultingly low and still she could not gain the upper hand. He drove her on the defence immediately and effectively chased her up and down the room while she slipped in for a quick jab or kick and dashed away again before he could drop her. His nonchalance solidified in time with that bridled thunder in him waning as he steadily took it out on her. All the insults he had refused to answer, were repaid in tenfold with the blows he dealt her. Every single one stung and he was working his way up and down her body like he wanted her to leave this place with every inch of it bruised. He was teaching her a lesson and clearly getting a kick out of it. The one thing he seemed willing to spare, was her face and his soon became her sole objective. She was dying for a shot to wipe the lingering smirk from his disgustingly handsome mug. The curses she accompanied her slow and sure defeat with, morphed into such a mindless litany that her words streamed forth from her an unintelligible, unending slurry of pure poison.
Akane was resorting to ki-based attacks now and it felt like admitting her failure. The shelling of red ki-balls she lay at his feet did nothing to hamper his charge and she had to jump the obstacle at her back when he turned up right in her face again. She landed on the tweaker and shifter-infested pilar with the console that held the controls to this ship, but breaking that was the very last thing she was concerned with at the moment.
"Watch the…" Vegeta's words were cut off by a bleep the console made at her toeing something that she probably shouldn't be engaging and he finished dryly: "…controls."