Hi guys!

After a few weeks break (and even months oops!), here I am again with this fic. As you can imagine, I finally gave birth - a rather catastrophic event in fact, the baby almost passed away! The long convalescence as well as the new routine meant that I didn't have much time to devote to writing in the last two months.

But I'm back in shape (and baby too, phew!) with this new chapter, which I hope you will like :)

As for the next chapters, I can't promise anything about the regularity of publications, since the nights are sometimes short and the days are often busy. But I still see myself getting back to a more normal writing pace. Also, as I've been waiting since the beginning of this fic to write the next few chapters... I can't wait to get started :3

Enjoy xx

Chapter 20 – Vegeta

The woman's turquoise eyes were fixed on him. Her lips stretched into a smile against his chest, she gave him a falsely innocent look.

Vegeta gritted his teeth.

He was screwed.

He had been wrong.

Wrong to think that coming to find this Human would help him regain control.

Wrong to believe that controlling her would allow him to regain his lucidity.

With a single flutter of her eyelashes, she had made him fall straight into the trap. Like a junkie eagerly hoping to get what he wanted, he couldn't fend off temptation as he should.

Her soft hair in his hand. Her white skin under his lips, so fragile under his teeth. Her racing heart when he kissed her. The firm, luscious flesh of her thighs. Her round ass which had overflowed on either side of his fingers when he had squeezed it in his palms. Her little plaintive sighs when he started touching her in that precise spot. And the warmth of her pussy as she began to convulse with pleasure around him, her body becoming nothing more than a quivering, quivering piece of flesh, thanks to him.

Just for him.

All that. It made him lose his mind, literally. And it had done nothing to satisfy his desires, and even less to help him move on.

All of this, on the contrary, had only fueled this unhealthy obsession he had been desperately trying to tame since their meeting on Earth.

Never had he been so wrong believing he could emerge from this duel unscathed.

With her, Bulma, the battle was lost in advance. From the beginning.

And what a defeat!

A defeat, Vegeta thought bitterly as he watched her place her lips on his scarred skin, which would be very difficult to accept once it would all be over.

"Fuck" said the woman between two kisses. "All these muscles… it's driving me crazy."

She opened her mouth. Closed her eyes with delight. Shyly bit into his pectoral.

Vegeta tensed and growled at the contact of her teeth on his skin.

Both were perfectly aware that it was not a painful complaint.

So she did it again, just a little lower this time, breathing deeply to try to contain the urge to bite harder. Apparently, and fortunately for the Saiyan, the delirium he suffered from was mutual.

They were screwed. Both of them.

With Bulma falling for him, her blue eyes and pink lips full of promise, he was forced to face the truth. This Human, weak, harmless, had stolen from him what he cherished most.

To him. Prince Vegeta. The most powerful Saiyan to ever exist.

Him. The Cold Empire's most dedicated and rigorous warrior.

He was at the mercy of this woman. At the mercy of this creamy skin, these cerulean eyes, this luscious mouth, this voluptuous body, this intoxicating smell, this delicious taste...

It was she who, despite his pathetic attempts to regain control over his carnal desires, dictated the rules. She who, with a few eyelashes flutters and little jerky sighs, controlled the slightest of his actions. Because he, incapable of living up to what he was, obeyed each of her requests in the hope of extracting what he was dreaming of; seeing her collapse with pleasure, thanks to him and only him.

She was winning.

Because damn. Her mouth tracing a path down his chest. Her tongue, perverse, escaping from time to time to follow the contour of his abs. Her delicate palms sliding over his stomach, lower and lower, finally touching the elastic of his training shorts...

It was too good to consider putting an end to it.

No matter how much it costed to his pride.

Vegeta, at first tense to the extreme upon seeing her return the favor, relaxed a little. Bulma caught the change easily, and expertly slid her hand over the bulge of his hardened cock under the elastic fabric of his shorts. The Saiyan lowered his head to look down at her while she looked up at him, a small smile on her lips.

"You're tense" she whispered, squeezing his dick a little between her fingers. "You should relax, soldier."

Vegeta, electrified by the contact of Bulma's hand, still tried to remain true to himself.

"Don't tell me what to do" he growled.

He looked at her. The cerulean shine of Bulma's hair caught his attention. He couldn't help but dig his fingers into it to appreciate its softness. He caressed them for a second, before grabbing on them firmly. She laughed at this attempt of domination, the sound of it a music to his ears.

"Don't worry. You don't have to do anything. I'll take care of everything" she replied before placing a light kiss under his navel, just above the short he was wearing.

Her tongue got involved, too. She hooked her fingers on the elastic band of his shorts and began to pull down by a few centimeters. She eagerly licked the newly exposed skin, the tip of her tongue grazing the base of his cock, and Vegeta raised his head to the ceiling, letting out a long sigh. He closed his eyes, his mouth slightly parted, a smug look on his face. He tightened his grip on her hair to show his impatience. She moaned, the vibration of her voice traveling through his lower abdomen.

Vegeta thought he was going to have to calm down a little, if he didn't want to finish before she even took him in her mouth. Sex, for him, had always been very incidental. A quick, detached act, with no particular interest other than relieving oneself. When he had an intercourse with a female, he had the habit of not letting it drag on. Normally, he would have let go quickly. Or he would have gotten straight to the point, removing his shorts himself just to fuck her mouth hard and fast, and get it over with as quickly as possible.

But Bulma was taking her time. And Vegeta, for the first time in his life, enjoyed it. A lot. And wanted it to last as long as possible.

"Kayt… sisher Bulma" he blurted out in the accent of his native tongue.

Although he was sure she didn't understand what he had just said, she seemed encouraged to continue. She pulled his shorts a little lower and slowly, very slowly, she started removing it, making sure every inch of skin was caressed with her mouth. Her lips were so soft, and her breath so hot, that the mere idea of feeling her sucking him whole made him tremble.

The wait was delicious, but endless.

The anticipation was exhilarating, but unbearable.

Vegeta was tempted to accelerate things a little. But on the other hand, it was so fucking good to feel her touch him this way. Never had Vegeta wanted lips wrapping around his dick and suck him dry so much.

Excited, almost feverish, he held his breath when she pulled harder on his shorts.

And finally, finally, Bulma was about to release his erection… when Vegeta stopped her abruptly.

"Stop" he said implacably.

Bulma froze. She looked up at him uncertainly, looking at him from beneath endless azure eyelashes. This vision he had of her, as she was just about to put her lips on him, made the whole thing even less bearable.

But she had to get up. And quick.

"Stand up" he ordered. "NOW."

"What… do you want me to stop?"

No, for fuck sake, of course not! He would have been crazy if he really wanted her to stop at such a critical moment. But Vegeta, despite himself and seeing that Bulma was not complying, was resigned to grab her arm and force her to get up. She staggered on her weak legs. He held her to keep her from falling, tempted to remind her how pathetic she looked in the process. Standing in front of him, her blue eyes locked into his, he could read the confusion he had just created by abruptly ending this moment of intimacy they both desired so much.

Then, as he already expected (thanks to his particularly sensitive hearing), the curtain was suddenly pulled back. And there appeared Idris, standing a few meters from them. Behind her, an armored soldier followed, a weapon in his hand. This one clearly hadn't come here for medical treatment.

Vegeta, already dealing with a bad mood and incredibly tight shorts, released Bulma's arm and quickly moved away from her. Being seen in the company of a woman could not only harm his authority, but also the image of indestructibility he wanted to maintain. And even if it was not prohibited for soldiers to be around females, the Human could be seriously sanctioned for having deviated from the tasks she was assigned to.

Strangely, the idea of her being punished for kneeling in front of him didn't please him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked the two intruders dryly.

Understanding dawned on Bulma's face as they approached. Instinctively, she backed away from the soldier. This one was staring at her, his weapon raised in her direction. Thus threatened, the young woman pitifully stood behind Vegeta, seeking protection.

The prince suppressed a smile. What an idiot. Thinking she would be safe in his presence and use him as a shield was completely absurd.

Idris gave Vegeta a brief bow before announcing their intentions.

"Sorry to interrupt. Frieza asked for this Human to be taken away" she said, pointing at the woman.

The soldier approached Bulma. Vegeta, who still hadn't flinched, found himself stuck between him and his target.

"Take me? Where? And why?" the young woman squealed behind his back. "What did I do?"

"No idea" replied the soldier, licking his nose with his forked tongue. "But you must have done something wrong, because Frieza isn't very happy."

He smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth perfectly matching his reptilian features. Vegeta grimaced. He really didn't want to be so close to such a disgusting creature. Especially right now, with his dick still tight in his shorts.

"Eh? But I did absolutely nothing wrong!" the woman grumbled, slightly panicked. "And you can't take me! I haven't finished my work."

She pointed to the bandages on Vegeta's chest and gave him a knowing look. Once again, Vegeta held back his smile. Did this woman really hope he would help her escape her fate?

"I have to finish changing his…"

"It won't be necessary" interrupted the prince.

He took a step aside, clearing the way for the soldier to pass and depriving Bulma of the protection she had come to seek. Seeing him do so, dismay appeared on the young woman's face.

"Asshole!" she spat through her teeth. "After everything I've done for you! You're letting him take me away without saying anything! Is this how you thank me?"

"Human!" said the soldier. "You must be crazy to talk to the General like that. You're literally playing with death, you know."

With a quick move, he placed his sticky fingers around the woman's neck. She soon began to gesticulate in all directions in the hope of freeing herself. The prince observed the scene without moving and through the useless fight she was waging against the reptile holding her captive, their eyes met.

Her blue eyes projected pure hate. Vegeta, used to this kind of look, did not hide his amusement.

"I already thanked you earlier" he said, watching her being dragged towards the exit, smirking.

Bulma immediately understood what he had just been referring to and let out a cry of rage which was muffled by the soldier. Deprived of her voice, she brandished her fist in the air to express her anger and sent it flying in his direction. Vegeta avoided it with ease, grabbed her wrist and held her still. The reptile-headed soldier froze, taken aback by the Human's indomitable enthusiasm, but also fearful to see how the ruthless Saiyan prince would react to such effrontery.

Vegeta, on the other hand, was no longer surprised by this woman's insolence. True to herself, Bulma had just tried to punch him in the face. Making such a gesture was punishable by death, of course, and others before her had met this fate for much less. But with Bulma, it was… different. This aggression, rather than irritating him, provoked an astonishing feeling of satisfaction. Because this pathetic attempt, coming from a Human with such laughable strength and directed against an opponent as powerful as him, felt like a proof of temerity rarely encountered, as well as an honorable strength of character.

Impassive, her skin soft under his rough fingers, he simply held her blue and resolute gaze. He lost himself there for a short moment, appreciating in spite of himself this audacity he could read, thinking briefly of what those lips were about to do to him a few seconds ago, before finally releasing it with a slow, almost reluctant gesture.

The soldier blinked a few times, unsure of whether the prince's passivity was real or not. He took a step back, and Vegeta broke eye contact, a little uncomfortable that someone had witnessed his clemency.

"Frieza shouldn't have to wait" he declared in a tone he hoped sounded detached.

Since the Emperor was not known for his patience, Vegeta felt that it was a valid excuse for his lack of reaction. He also knew that keeping Frieza waiting risked putting the woman in a bad position, and the idea of her being the target of the Emperor's dissatisfaction made him strangely uncomfortable.

The soldier made a brief bow and left, taking Bulma with him. Without any surprise, she began to wriggle in all directions again, but she was easily taken towards the exit. Her muffled cries of protest gradually dissipated, before finally fading once the two had left the medical unit.

Vegeta was tempted to follow them. He would have liked to deliver the woman himself to Frieza to know the reason for this capture. Had she been caught red-handed bringing him food? If that were the case, he too would probably be punished for not having respected the Emperor's orders. But as he had not been invited, he suspected the misdeed was of a completely different origin, which piqued his curiosity. He also wondered about her fate. Physical torture? A famine, like Frieza had administered to him? Or would she be reassigned to less… lenient tasks than those of a caregiver?

The prince frowned as he imagined Bulma operating in the engine room, where living conditions were known to be atrocious. Only the least useful or recalcitrant slaves were sent there. The woman was weak, vulnerable. She probably wouldn't survive for long.

And… there was always this other option, the worst one in his opinion, that she be sent to the Quarters. With a physique like hers, she fitted the job and would be very popular among the soldiers.

Thinking of it, Vegeta suppressed a grimace.

"Do you need help to finish the job?"

The Saiyan, lost in his thoughts, was harshly brought back to reality. Idris, who remained at his side, observed him with a funny look. He turned his head towards her, finally losing interest in where the woman had disappeared a few seconds ago.

"I don't need anyone's help" he spat through his teeth, unsure of what kind of "job" she was referring to; his wounds, or the prominent bulge peeking from under his shorts.

He straightened up, glaring at Idris. The latter smiled at him.

"No one… except this Human, perhaps?" she asked innocently.

Fucking witch. Vegeta growled, tempted to blast her face with a Ki wave for suggesting such weakness. But knowing the friendly ties the shrew had with Frieza, he refrained from any action or comment that could harm him.

He let out a loud "Hmph!" before heading towards the exit, doing his best to get rid this unpleasant feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach since Bulma left.

Because after all, this old harpy really didn't know what she was talking about.

After all, none of that mattered. Because he really didn't care of what would happen to this Human.