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There could have been much better hiding places, if you were honest with yourself. The large and spacious cavern, mottled with skylights in the middle of the ceiling, was found in great hurry and did not inspire a sense of security. Although on Namek it was hardly inspired by anything at all. Especially by the sight of a man of alien origin who paced the cave floor tirelessly, striding up and down through the shadows and periodically stopping with an extremely focused face as if to listen to the surroundings closely.

How long has it been? Two hours? Three? You checked your watch and pursed your lips. One hour and twenty-three minutes of useless sitting on the Dragon Balls to make sure they didn’t all roll away while contemplating the sight of His Displeased Highness Prince Vegeta, who wouldn't even really talk to you. How slowly time dragged on...

Closing your eyes, you basked in the rays of light falling from the surface through the openings above you. The warmth of three suns, which made this planet a beautiful, flourishing blue meadow, gently caressed your face. You could probably relax and have some sleep like this to make the time pass faster…

If it hadn't been for this impatient, irritating stomping!

"...What is taking them so long…!?" Vegeta muttered, seemingly talking to his peevish self, but you jumped eagerly at the opportunity to draw him into conversation nonetheless.

“Are you in a hurry?” you asked, crossing your legs and placing an elbow on your knee to prop your chin on the palm. If the master of composure couldn't act calmly, why should you even try? 

“Tch! I think I have made myself clear - quit bothering me, woman!” he snapped intemperately. 

And what was so important going on in his head that he just couldn’t get his mind off, you wondered. Interesting… Not that you were truly expecting him to answer after all his irate, disdainful rebuffs, but this idle waiting was apparently starting to get on his nerves, too. 

“Of course, I am in a hurry, ” he finally grumbled an actual response. “There is only one Ball left to gather and I will finally get my immortality!"

You rolled your eyes, turning your head away with a dramatic arching motion before returning your gaze to his tensely frozen face. His eyebrow twitched as if it was about to drop down, and you decided to explain your reaction, opening the palm of your other hand in his direction,

“Just look at yourself. Where is the cold-blooded warrior invader from outer space whose mere shadow made the best fighters of the Earth train to their painful limits while internally trembling with foreboding for the whole year?” 

Vegeta halted his pace abruptly, digging his heels into the thin layer of stone dust. Oh, he knew perfectly well what a menace he was, but did anyone ever put it into words like this, waxing lyrical about his greatness? His eyes glinted at you from the shadows and didn't move away, staying riveted on your face. You internally squealed and dropped your hand across your thighs to gripple the fabric of your pants in an uncontainable fit of excitement. You finally managed to get his undivided attention!

With such shameless flattery…! 

Men…

And still, an invigorating thrill began to tingle every fibre of your body. Alien or not, Vegeta just showed you a potential vulnerability of such a sweet sort it felt totally worthy of exploiti… exploring! Mentally giggling, you teased, 

“Would you rather wish for less stress?” 

His teeth clacked, baring as he wrinkled his nose, and then you heard them grinding. Uh-oh, how very scary. Suddenly, a spilling wave of warmth swept through the sensitive place between your thighs where you had only felt the coolness of the Dragon Ball before. You felt like fidgeting a little but made an effort to restrain yourself. Though the prince seemed to swallow his ire, his eyes were flashing unkindly.

“I will not need to if you just keep your mouth shut!” he lashed out impetuously and turned, effectively putting an end to your exchange.

As if! You thought defiantly. He couldn’t make you give up so easily.

Casually dangling your leg, you brought your hand to your face, bending fingers towards the palm and pretending to be completely absorbed in examining your nails. Sheesh, you internally shuddered, you should have brought your manicure set... ugh! Whatever, you dismissed the thought. The point was to avoid showing him that you were taking your intentions towards him one iota seriously. But you simply couldn't miss this opportunity…! Attitude, hold your attitude, you kept tuning yourself. You can do it, just… 

…Just don't blush.

 Breathe. 

"I know how we can achieve both ,” you exhaled and paused meaningfully to mask the traitorous spasm of your throat. Another breath. "...And we won't even need Dragon Balls for that."

Slowly, with a face flat and unreadable, the Saiyan prince turned back to you and cocked his eyebrow.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe, you were mentally instructing yourself. The heavy pounding in your chest refused to cease, but at least the fresh air seemed to take away the heat from your cheeks. Sitting in the very center of the cavern under the shining rays that broke the comfortable and calming underground gloom, you were so fully out in the open. You couldn't allow your body to do the talking in your stead. 

Vegeta was not a friend.

His eyes narrowed at you and he winced, as if disgusted, when it finally hit him. 

“What are you babbling about? What made you think I might be the least bit interested in a human woman? This is ridi...” 

Unhurriedly, you straightened, directing the arm lying on your thigh up. Vegeta lost his speech when your forearm ‘accidentally’ bumped against your breasts and raised higher, making them bounce down. Smiling softly you kept moving it upward until your hand reached your neck. Then you languidly shoved your forefinger under the collar of the black armor shirt you… ‘borrowed’ from the Frieza Force’s stocks.

"These clothes are... mmmh… Sooo very tight...!" you drawled sensually, pulling at the edge and exposing more skin underneath. 

A crease formed on Vegeta’s brow as he stared at you in what looked like some sort of bafflement. But what you really liked about him among many other things was that he was not a fool. It was incredibly entertaining to play with him, challenging his Saiyan mind and observing his thought process afterward, because … Yes! You rejoiced when awareness flashed in his eyes and he lowered his confounded gaze to the titillating sight of the swelling bulge in his crotch. 

Even though he was still enveloped in the shadows, the uneven lighting of the cave was enough to let you notice the blood rushing to his dignified face. Your eyes widened and you could barely keep your mouth from gaping. It was excusable for you, but did the mighty, proud, and arrogant Prince of All Saiyans just blush? Taking the bull by the horns, you remarked to consolidate the effect, 

"I think your body is siding with me."

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The harsh stare of the prince pierced you, sending a swarm of sensual shivers to prowl your skin. You allowed yourself to relish in this thrilling sensation while he fumed silently with his features alternately stiffening and relaxing as he visibly struggled to get his reactions under control. It was still surprising to you how that distressing feeling of animalistic, primal fright the dangerous and canny prince caused increased the brewing arousal coursing through your body. So intriguing. You've noticed such an unusual risk response in yourself before, but you haven't had a chance to figure it out... yet.

No time like the present.

The very next moment you were pulled out of your thoughts by an outburst of princely temper.

"Utter nonsense!” Vegeta finally exploded with his cheeks still slightly glowing. “I am the only one my body obeys!” he retorted sharply and the line of his lips tightened as he took a big step towards you, raising his clenched fist… rather threateningly. “I am not a toy to serve your needs!”

You pretended that your jaw dropped and covered your mouth with your hand, emitting a very long, very shocked, and very feigned gasp.

“What have I just heard? The chaste prince is waiting for a big and pure love?”

It seemed that it was his turn to drop his jaw. Only… he didn't look like he was pretending. After a couple of moments of pretty dumbfounded blinking, Vegeta managed to choke out,

“How… What… Why do you keep making all these preposterous sounds!!”

Tilting your head a bit you produced a gentle lip trill, throwing him a glare full of reproach while carefully controlling your allegedly frustrated facial expression. You had rolled your eyes before already - it was better not to overdo it… the prince was unlikely to appreciate more of your theatrical artistry, and you were not yet ready for this game to end. 

“If you want to be treated seriously, you have to act accordingly!” you quipped, staring at the ceiling to avoid direct taunting, then fixed your inquisitive gaze on Vegeta, who was showing some clear signs of internal simmering as he digested your audacity. Just when the temperature of his anger seemed to reach a boiling point and he scowled, opening his spiteful mouth, you continued, “The only preposterous thing here is your denial of the obvious!” 

The prince snapped his jaws shut and froze. Before he had a chance to recover you nonchalantly pointed your finger under his belt line.

“What are you going to do about that anyway?”

It was fast, fleeting, but you caught it - the slightest flinch of his arms towards his crotch. You would've undoubtedly missed it if you didn't know what to look for… but you did , and it caused naughty bubbles to burst inside you, building more of your sexual foretaste. Slowly raising your eyes, you met Vegeta’s atypically abashed expression. There was something in his behavior that felt not… quite right, but you kept failing to get a hold of that elusive thought. His gaze fell on his feet as he unclenched his fists and deeply exhaled the air he appeared to have been holding.

“...it… will pass… by itself…” Vegeta muttered and turned his head to the side, strongly pressing his gloved hand across his mouth. The whiteness of the fabric emphasized the reddish hue of his face so beautifully that you couldn’t help but admire him, fascinated by the contrast in his attitude. Suddenly, you sensed that when you saw him blush like that, you forgot to control your own expression and a flush of blood warmed your cheeks. Oh, no! A whiff of panic spread over you. To retain control you needed cold math, not emotion. Measures had to be taken quickly!

Vegeta threw you a side glance and clenched his hand, bringing it down sharply. Staring at you in righteous outrage, he shouted, 

“...If you stop flashing your body like that!” 

“Like what?” you asked innocently, holding onto the edge of your tight shirt you were trying to fan yourself with… Although not particularly successful. “Phew, it's just so hot in here…”

Without as much as making a sound, Vegeta turned on his heels and reached the cave wall in a few large, angry steps. He practically bumped his back into the stony surface, crossing his arms and looking elsewhere with garish indifference. 

Wow! You internally applauded. His body language was so incredibly eloquent…! Even the indifference in the performance of the irascible warrior prince was somehow aggressive. But you knew who you were dealing with in advance, and his atypically acute, but non-violent responses to your approach spoke volumes. Instead of swearing and fighting, he chose to retreat and sulk. ‘Manners maketh man’ they say, huh? You mentally chuckled, feeling a sudden wave of tenderness flooding you and a warm smile blooming on your lips. His unfriendly behavior was simply not enough to get you discouraged. 

… And even more so given the fact that his thick and luscious head of black, upright hair couldn't hide the redness of his haughty, but very appetizing ear. 

You looked down, hiding a telltale rose mantling your cheeks while pretending to be entirely focused on the effectiveness of your attempts to remove the imaginable heat from your skin. Soon, you felt Vegeta’s attentive eyes crawling over your body. Remarkable… What was it that attracted him so strongly, you mused. He wouldn't just keep looking at something that undermined his sense of self-control, so it had to be something unavoidable that did the trick. Your gaze fell on the rapidly fluttering fabric of the shirt in your hand. 

Could he sense your scent from over there? 

But you haven't even used any perfume since the beginning of the expedition... And still, even known for his intolerance to any irritants, the prince did not attempt to put more distance. 

Could he… probably… be attracted by the natural aroma of your body? 

A rich, smoldering flush sneaked up on your ears, face, and neck, futilizing your endeavor to contain it. By squeezing your eyelids, you cut yourself from reality, trying to clear your head of lustful thoughts while taking several deep, but almost inaudible breaths. Phew… You shouldn't have forgotten that this man was a Saiyan. The heightened senses his race possessed made his increased response to your smell a decent probability, and you redoubled the efforts to produce more of it. Your ability to keep his interest was tickling and warming you from the inside, enhancing the power of your erotic urges.

And how were you supposed to hold them back, knowing that you were alone with him in this secluded shelter, and it could be a while before anyone showed up…? Then and there, you were so fully aware of your desires. You easily admitted to yourself that his resolve and determination to play hard to get were stirring your playfulness while making you want him a lot more. Speaking of which… 

You raised the edge of your shirt to wipe some imaginary sweat from your forehead. 

“Awfully hot,” you shot a glance at the stubborn prince from behind the cloth.

Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a short, peeved huff, but said nothing. So, he chose to simply ignore you? Child's play. You licked your lips in racy excitement and blurted, 

“Are all Saiyans such wallflowers or is it just their prince?” 

“Damn it!” he cursed gruffly, practically jumping from the wall like a scalded cat. The sound was still bouncing off the sides of the cave while he kept growling something unkind under his breath. 

You thanked all the Gods you didn't snort .

Sadly, Vegeta decided to turn his back on you completely. It was worth noting, you thought, salivating, that the prince was rather heavily packed with muscles - much more than it was customary among the more familiar to you earthly nobility, but it suited him very well, emphasizing the brutal beauty of his masculine appearance. And yet, though you truly appreciated the granted opportunity to drool over the sight of his broad shoulders, straight back, narrow waist, and small, tight glutes, it wasn’t what you were striving for at the moment.

“Oh, come on! I'll do anything, just don't ignore me! Please?” you whined in your most piteous and despairing tone. Vegeta threw you an incinerating stare over his shoulder. Overjoyed by this success you snatched at the chance with both hands, folding them to shake before your chest and diligently raising the inner corners of your eyebrows to create a pleading look. “Please, oh, pretty please, mighty and noble prince Vegeta, let me make you feel good? I'm so scared and worried sick, I want nothing more than to forget myself in your powerful arms…?”

Yes, you approved yourself inwardly, keep it that way. Easy, jokingly. Playing the fool. Like you're bored, and it's all just a silly game to you, a little bit of harmless fun. You couldn't let the prince know how eager you were… much less let him know how you really felt about him from the moment you first met. He should never have guessed…!

Good. 

The corners of your lips curled softly as you saw the blush of his cheeks and ears spreading wider. Triumph! There he stood before you - the outstanding warrior, a skilled hunter, a self-centered, proud, and arrogant villain, looking all cute while being embarrassed. Your initial sense of dread around him began to fade when you first noticed him stealing a furtive glance at your butt. Curious about his shown interest and the way it made you feel, you started teasing him here and there, carefully at first, but getting increasingly bolder. His reactions encouraged you at every step until you completely lost all fear, which gave way to the thrill and sexual interest.… It was his fault that now you could hardly sit still on your blood-engorged, sensitized pussy! And regarding the armor, which, at his insistence, everyone had to put on… You wondered if there was an ulterior motive. The comfortable, perfectly fitting suit hugged the curves of your body delightfully tightly, delicately rubbing against your skin with each movement… everywhere. 

Well, probably a bit too tightly, you thought with a small rolling motion of your shoulders. Strange. You definitely mentioned your exact size when he was picking up armor for everyone… Oh.

Oooh!

It cost you an incredible effort to hold back the smile stubbornly eager to spread on your face, and you lowered your head, pressing your chin to your chest hard until you got in control of your reactions again. 

Why was his presence giving you such a buzz?

You've been strongly emoting and aroused for hours on end since Vegeta joined your little group. Some relief was long… needed, and… and… and well-deserved! You quickly justified yourself, squirming on the Dragon Ball to apply at least a little pressure to your stiff, swollen outer lips to get the blood circulating. It was feeling so good… You closed your eyes and heaved a sigh, then smiled and looked at the prince. Having him in your vision field made it all feel even better. 

The reddening and fuming eye-candy of a man frowned as if falling into thought, but almost instantly tossed his head and wrinkled his nose, pulling a wry face. 

“Fear must have really stolen your mind. Such reckless sham and outright bluff…”

Groaning inwardly, you felt how the resonant sound of his disgruntled voice undermined all your efforts to relieve the gentle pulling ache between your legs and only added to your sexual excitement instead. Though this candy was covered in a thick layer of sour sugar, you had no doubt you would like the taste once you… licked it off. You waved at Vegeta with an open palm, as if inviting him to a free-flowing discussion. 

“Why would I even try to fool you? You look nothing like a dupe, and that would be extremely unwise of me,” you retorted gingerly, trying to push his thinking closer to another plausible, but less suspicious course. “I'm just a weak human woman, and you are the strongest warrior here. And also, our enemy, acting only for your personal gain. I want to earn your favor and find a way under your protection. Is it that hard to believe?”

He turned to you abruptly, staring suspiciously with a narrow squint. Two persons, one male, and one female, looked at each other as the silence and the tension stretched out between them. When the pressure of the charged atmosphere grew almost unbearable, you involuntarily ran your moist tongue along your suddenly parched lips.  

“Why should I believe you at all?” The prince asked as coolly as if he meant to freeze hell itself with his tone, but his eyes carried a very dangerous gleam. “Especially when you are acting like a… Like a…” an undiluted scorn came into his voice. “…Like a slut.” The word fell from his mouth somewhat awkwardly, and he frowned, waving his hand angrily as if dismissing doubts, then folded his arms even tighter. “I will not fall for this.” 

Almost lost in reverie, you rocked yourself back and forth on the cool roundness of the magical Ball. For some reason, you weren't offended at all. He used a word with sexual overtones to you, which proved his mind was moving in the right direction. You closed your eyes like a cat who just got at the cream jug, on the verge of purring.

These pauses, these subtle shifts in his usually unflappable expression, the excessive sharpness and irritability in his tone when he spoke to you - a being who posed him no threat - all of this betrayed his uneasiness. But despite pretending to want to end the conversation, he kept reacting to you… And even asked you a question, as if you were engaged in a proper two-way talk or… 

Or as if he was looking for an excuse to convince himself. 

Your eyes shot wide open. No. Not himself, you corrected your guess, skipping a breath at a revelation.  

His caution. 

Regardless of how harmless you seemed, he knew better than to underestimate Earthlings. Well, you could barely resist a little condescending grin, he had his reasons. Still, this caution couldn’t justify all the delays, as you didn't seem to move anywhere as though you had reached an impasse. Frowning slightly, you pursed your lips. Despite your ostentatious frivolity which was supposed to put him at ease, Vegeta was taking everything way too seriously. Or was it you who was going a little overboard with fooling around? Ugh, but of course, you mentally kicked yourself. Sure overdid it! Not good, but nothing you couldn’t salvage. You flung your head up, holding your chin pertly upwards, and spread your shoulders. 

“So that's what you think of me?” you asked, overplaying your resentfulness. “Just because I succumbed to an impulse under stress? I spoiled everything because I couldn't hold back my interest in you anymore?” You didn't mince words and spoke whatever came to your head — it was the easiest way to make yourself sound sincere and make up for your previous levity. “I've never met a man like you before.”

Vegeta looked at you intently as if perusing your countenance, and his intent gaze roughly dug into yours, making you feel seen… a little more than you felt safe and comfortable. But you didn’t mind and forcefully silenced all the alarm bells ringing in your head - it was full of the prince anyway, and at this particular moment, it was full of long-withheld passion for him, which was exactly what you wanted him to perceive. 

See me, smell me, try me, you spoke with your eyes only, brazenly returning his stare while feeling yourself a scrumptious little tidbit willing to get savored. His frown deepened, and you almost flinched when he took a sudden step in your direction. Then he took another one, making you squeal inside. And then, another, literally paralyzing you in place… He came out of the shadows, entering the light-flooded circle you temporarily inhabited, and was still getting closer at such a decisive pace it didn’t look like he was about to stop soon. With every next part of the distance he covered, your heart leaped wildly in your chest, and you feared it might explode before the prince reached his destination.

Wasn't this what you wanted!? You tried to reign yourself in while all your insides swirled hysterically. Wasn't this exactly what you were trying to achieve!? But only when he moved towards you and the fulfillment of your desire began to feel real you were reminded of how imposing, intimidating, and powerful the hot alien prince actually was. 

He stopped within touching distance of inappropriate closeness, his muscular form towering above you in a confident, open stance while the weight of his hypnotic scrutiny pressed you down. The rays of Namekian luminaries highlighted his figure so awe-inspiringly that you forgot how to breathe, rendered speechless, and just stared up at him with your eyes wide and mouth involuntarily parted. His expression was extremely concentrated and even severe, but the longer he looked at you, the more it lost its animosity, turning into something different, as if somehow, imperceptibly transfiguring. He took a big, cleansing breath and his posture loosened a little like his stress was ebbing. You slowly released a deep exhalation. He… relaxed?  In your presence? Your hands trembled with the urge to check and fix your hair, and you self-consciously bit your lip.

You really liked the way he made you feel.

“Curious,” the very tones of his deep, husky voice called for submission and obedience as Vegeta took another step, extending his hand to you. “A master of lies myself, I don't hear a trace of deceit in your words.” A few inches away he stilled, then huffed before invading your personal space. You felt the pressure of his gloved fingertips on the underside of your chin as he raised your face to lock eyes with him. This direct visual contact felt too intimate and caused your heart to start pounding so violently that you were quite sure he could hear it. But there was nothing playful in the black, arrogant, unfathomable eyes of the Saiyan prince.

“Tell me, woman,” he asked almost leisurely. “Are you a slut?” 

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Unable to take your eyes off his all-pervading gaze, you lightly bit your lower lip. Your naughty approach was supposed to make this a controlled game you could easily wriggle yourself out of if something went wrong. But the Saiyan prince demanded honesty , and at this particular moment, he made an impression of taking this even more seriously than you did. A delusive impression, no doubt, you thought, feeling the line of your mouth involuntarily tighten as a light sting of anxious tears assailed your eyes. It was not supposed to go this way, you thought, downcast. This game shouldn't have hurt you in any way. It just won't do.

You had to back off.

“N… No need to be so difficult. If you don't want it that much…” you choked out haltingly, moving away from his touch. 

Vegeta recaptured your chin much more firmly now, turning your face back at him. 

"Answer. The. Question," he ground out through clenched teeth, and the steel in his tone pierced you to the bone. He loomed over you and his bulky form eclipsed the light, immersing you in the umbra of his existence. 

After all these days you've spent thinking about him, Vegeta was… actually here. Here, with you. You thought you'd never see him again, but the wonderful intricacies of destiny and coincided entwinements of the past and present had brought you two together once more on this distant planet... of all the planets in infinite space.

It simply felt miraculous.

And though the belief in this miracle felt as small as grit, it was an indestructible grit around which a pearl often forms. 

A pearl of your burgeoning feelings for him. 

Vegeta pressed his fingers just a little harder in what felt like a gentle warning, then moved his thumb to trace the line of your lips and you had to suppress the urge to close your eyes and give in to the impulse of affection squeezing your heart. You could sense his warmth on your skin even through the fabric of the glove, and this fleeting caress was the coup de grace for your determination to play it safe, encouraging you to take a leap of faith. 

"I want... I want to be a slut..." Your voice faltered before you gulped, attempting to overcome your anxiety. "...for you." As the verbal skills failed you again, you whispered, "Only for you..."

The prince exhaled deeply, looking at you somewhat thirstily, staring as if he was avidly drinking every little emotion pouring from your flushed face, which seemed just as heated as his own.

"...Unbelievable." He uttered after a few moments of intense silence, speaking in a low, rumbling whisper. Then his voice gained strength and some clear, melodious depth that resonated painfully sweet with the core of your being. "You have no fucking shame. And you are not afraid of me. Who do you take me for? Do you even know who I am? I'm the pri... "

"For who you showed yourself to be," you answered nervously, failing to stop the words leaping from your throat, and hurried to explain your interruption of him under the pressure of his angered gaze.  "I prefer to make my own judgment. Life never stands still, after all. Everything… can change at any moment."

Vegeta kept his eyes on you, but despite being motionless, they stayed alive. That lively twinkle in his eyes seemed to be darting between the inner and the outer, looking for some conflict, contradiction, anything to accuse you of or to cling to with his quibbles. He no longer touched your lips, but his thumb caressed your chin instead, drawing loops and circles on your skin while he seemed oblivious to the actions of his willful hand, which continued to test your will.

"We can die at any moment."

"Yes. We can die at any moment,” you echoed him. “That's why I want to make as much as I can from every single one…" An admixture of regained determination amplified your voice. Trying to explain these things to him, you went over them in your own head again. "... Before there are no more of these moments left." 

His fingers twitched slightly on your chin and he clenched the fist of his other hand till you heard the joints cracking. 

"But you should be afraid. Do you truly think I will not take advantage of you? Why do you believe I will not make your last moments a living hell...?"

When you heard him utter those words, instantly making their way under your skin, a sudden chill washed over you, followed by a shiver that felt like the precursor to breaking down. How did everything turn around like this? You forced your panicked mind to keep thinking. A master of lies, he said…You quickly searched the face of the prince for any clues and instantly noticed a barely visible tic of muscles under his eye that, together with his breathless silence was giving out his attempt at deception. 

He was trying to frighten you away, you guessed, momentarily speechless. You, who had gone far and beyond, risking your life to reach this place and save your friends. You, who wouldn't mind making a deal with the vilest of demons to achieve this goal. You, who didn’t hesitate for a moment to join forces even with the likes of him for this.

A tight string snapped inside you. 

"Why are you suddenly so dense!?" You shouted and slapped his hand away, springing to your feet while breathing heavily. He blinked hard, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn't move an inch away, as if riveted to the floor. This only enraged you further. You pointed at him with a forefinger so close that you almost poked him in the nose, causing his eyes to cross astoundingly. "Why would you want to make our last moments a hell if I,” you poked yourself in the chest with a thumb hard, “can make them a heaven?”

Your outcry bounced resonantly around the cave as you lowered your head, shaking it and grunting, struggling to take your reactions under control. You clenched your fists and brought them down sharply, feeling your nails painfully digging into the soft heels of the palms. How dare he let you down like that when you made an effort to overcome yourself and open up to him? Unreleased tension broke your already damaged mental barriers, and when you opened your mouth, the words erupted from you unrestrained:

“I want you, you, ruthless warrior,” you spoke bluntly, raising your eyes at him, and feeling your face heating up again. But your anger helped you discard some shame and embarrassment… Just enough to let you push forward. There was no place for weakness now - it was all…or nothing . "You, a threat to this world. You, a powerful enemy. You, the proud, unfriendly prince,” you made a pause after every epithet, giving time for the named layers of his personality to fall off him, hoping to bare his true self and his deepest desires, before stating his name. “Vegeta.” 

He flinched with his whole body as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and it filled your heart with joy. Despite being so defensive, this man, who could snap your neck like a twig with a single movement, was listening to you, and feeling your words through and through. And because of this, you were not afraid. Because of this, you felt powerful yourself. 

Because of this, you felt that for you the most dreaded hour could be turned into a jubilant victory. 

You beamed him a genuine smile, feeling upbeat and unstoppable. 

“I want your cock in my mouth.” You pointed a finger at your mischievously curled lips, then pressed your hand to your chest. “See, I want to give you an advantage…” You held out your palm to him, looking into his eyes as if they were indeed the eyes of the demon king and you were ready to present him with your soul. “...Of me".

He stepped back in some sort of alarmed consternation, eyeing you warily as if you were a disturbingly tame and friendly, fearless wild animal suspected of rabies — too dangerous to touch and not even worth the risk of eating. 

"This is pure nonsense,” he spat out, taking back another step. “You are not in your right mind." 

As your heart gave a great thud against your ribs, you clutched your chest, once again reminded that you and him were strangers to each other. What could he possibly know about you? 

Nothing was the only answer you had, and you sharply waved your hand down, casting away the pain of this romantic rejection. 

You knew who you were.

You knew what you stood for. 

You lived your life aligned to your values. 

And the most important thing was that you believed in yourself. 

But still, a pang of pain and resentment embittered you.

Maybe he wasn't that smart after all. 

Ugh! You mentally slapped yourself, snap out of it, quickly! His behavior was driven by what he had to learn to survive, which apparently included excessive caution and trust issues. This was to be expected. 

You raised your chin pertly, spreading your shoulders in confidence. 

"I'm in my right mind more than ever. I know that every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end. But it's these moments between life and death that make me feel alive and throw away all the boundaries that usually fetter me." You looked at him, feigning a weary look. "I'm tired of trying to persuade you.” A sudden spark of impishness prompted you to continue. “If you have any pride, you can imagine how humiliating it feels." 

On that note you turned yourself away completely, feeling the corners of your lips trembling and starting to betray your naughty grin. But the following period of silence was so long that soon you ventured to steal a glance behind your back. 

The prince stood in tense posture, almost motionless, but he looked far from anywhere near calm. His eyes acquired the thousand-yard stare, his fists were clenching and unclenching repeatedly, and you could see a captivating play of light on his impressive, defined muscles that strained under the fabric of his dark blue suit, whetting your appetite for his body. Veins bulged on his forehead, and you heard the gnash of his bared teeth betraying his inability to reach a decision. Suddenly, Vegeta frowned the way only he in the whole world could frown and his eyes shot up, focusing on you.

Thunderstruck and internally trembling under an overpowering surge of lust, you saw something changed in the depth of these smoldering black mirrors, reflecting his soul. You felt his close presence, his readiness to advance prickling your skin with sparks of heat that began to ignite your body. A fiery rush crescendoed in your sensitive parts making your clit twitch so sweetly you almost reached culmination. 

The one who was looking at you was not a cruel alien warrior from outer space, nor was he a Saiyan prince. It was a Saiyan man.  

And he had made up his mind.

You started quivering with uncontainable rapture when it occurred to you that the impenetrable wall between you just collapsed, destroyed by two oncoming forces. If this man set his mind on something, he rushed forward with furious persistence, as if seeking to quell his seemingly endless rage by forgetting himself in battle like an aggressive beast that had broken loose. An aggressive beast that actually needed… affection.

Luckily, it seemed that you had finally managed to convince him! 

Woohoo! 

Feeling almost unable to stand still, you straightened, arching your back a bit to thrust out your chest and stick out your butt as if obedient to some primal instincts inside you, then tried to curb yourself somewhat, clutching the elbow of one of your trembling arms with the sweaty hand of another. It was getting wet between your legs and you pressed them against each other tightly, but the scent of your arousal seemed to be already in the air. You could smell it yourself.

And still, Vegeta didn't move. You noticed the lightest shade of confusion creeping into his stern, resolute countenance. He looked… uncertain like he wanted to do something and didn't know how to start. Suddenly, the whole picture came to you and you barely refrained from slapping a hand over your mouth. 

He must have never done it before.

Your face lit up with a most delicious sense of desirous anticipation, and before you could contain it, a wide, unauthorized smile stretched your lips. 

"STOP MAKING FUN OF ME." His voice, empowered by a booming echo, was pure, undiluted hostility, but his face was such a mixture of injured pride, humiliated dignity, and befuddled embarrassment you just couldn't hold it back anymore.

Your ringing, cheerful laughter generously filled the uncomfortable silence. 

Wiping tears from the corner of your eye a few moments later, you were surprised to find yourself still breathing and looked at the prince with pleasant astonishment. Vegeta stood, fuming, and his stare was flaying you savorly, but he didn't move a step from the spot he was apparently still rooted to. You turned to him, softening your smile to a slightly apologetic one, wanting to return those nice emotions he was evoking in you.

"It's not fun…” You pressed your fist to the corner of your lips, looking at him with eyes full of tenderness. “You made me feel very happy."

"I... What!?" Vegeta asked, sounding disoriented and discombobulated.

Where did all his eloquence suddenly go, you mentally teased. You thought his face just couldn't get any more confused, but now it looked like he was completely at sea, not knowing what his next step should be. And he was so incredibly cute like this.

Like putty that you only needed to get in your hands.

"Let me show you exactly how you make me feel,” you suggested, putting your hands on your waist and sliding them down to your hips which you swayed to the side. “But I will have to touch you. A lot," you warned, lifting a finger while internally praying for him to agree. 

"U... understood…" he mumbled, averting his gaze and scratching his reddish cheek. 

Yes…! You squinted your face in delight, clenching your fist and thrusting your elbow downwards. It was going to be so much fun…!

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Glorying in your success and wallowing in the pulling heaviness of your breasts and pussy as your body started preparing for the release of the sexual tension that Vegeta had accumulated in you, you pressed your forefinger slantwise to your lips and fell to musing.

You won the initiative, but what were you going to do with it? Explain your intentions to him in detail? Boring, and you liked to go with the flow. Seduce him into throwing himself at you? So hot, but a little scary… Just throw yourself at him, ripping off his clothes, like you had really wanted to do all this time? Wouldn't that be too much? He was already quite wary of you… Did Saiyans even do foreplay at all? You sure hoped so, but… No, no, no, no wishful thinking! you restrained yourself, furrowing your brows in concentration.

How were you supposed to come up with an action plan for getting intimate with an alien man? They don't write about it in books!

It was… complicated.

But in such an exciting way that your breathing deepened as your heart sped up, forcing your blood to pump and carry the liquid fire of a hormonal surge through your veins. You liked that feeling that you could choose from an extensive menu of which you wanted to try everything. Listening to your body, you realized you no longer needed a warm-up yourself. The mere thought of jumping right onto his cock made your insides ache with a yearning to put that desire into action immediately. You shot Vegeta a famished glance. 

Your body shuddered at the sight of the prince, and your skin literally crawled and itched from your craving for him. You couldn't wait to converge your personal spaces, feel his strong body against yours, and find out if his touches could quell the lust-driven wildfire that was burning inside you.

Vegeta remained motionless and mute, his silence urging you to act faster until he lost interest or changed his mind. But foremost, you had to take care of something while you could still think clearly. You clenched your fist, nodding decisively to yourself, then took hold of the edges of your black shirt and with a slight but noticeable effort pulled the slinky thing over your head. You felt your freed breasts bounce provocatively and breathed a sigh of relief, enjoying the sense of liberation from the constricting fabric, which had grown almost unbearable against your heated skin.

The fresh air brushed your exposed upper body, sending a rush of lascivious bumps down your core and making your nipples instantly harden. 

“Oh…!” you heaved, fixing your mouth in an abashed line as if a little ashamed of yourself... As if you had forgotten that you were actually not alone. You cast a roguish side glance at the prince to get the proof that he enjoyed the view. 

It seemed like he did. His brows jumped high, his eyes grew saucers-wide and his jaw dropped so hard you suspected it could have fallen out of the joint.

"Wha-... What are you doing!?" he finally managed to ask stiffly. 

You chuckled and strolled carefreely to the cleft of the cave’s exit, feeling his eyes trained on your back. If it wasn’t Vegeta you were talking about, you could have said it felt like the man was shamelessly ogling you…but it was him. Tickled pink by such kind of attention from the reserved, cold warrior he was, you quickly crumpled up your shirt and threw it outside. Turning back to the prince, you noticed him frowning in an effort of understanding before cocking his uncomprehending eyebrow. You arched your own eyebrow in response, jokingly mimicking his expression, and explained in a voice full of lustful implication, 

“I don't want anyone to interrupt us.”

Seemingly at a loss for words, Vegeta clenched his fists until they cracked, pressing his arms to his sides with such force that his shoulders hiked up. You would never have thought that skin could reach such a deep tint of red as his face and ears were showing, but he looked so cute and vulnerable like this… Curious to explore his ability to color-shift further, you added, 

“I’d better give them a sign with my removed shirt than with my naked butt.” 

“Naked what!?” He blustered indignantly as the shade of his heavy blush deepened to beetroot. 

“And even more so yours,” you finished him off, pretending to be all thoughtful. 

His face turned even redder, and you wouldn't be surprised to see steam pouring out of his flaming ears to remove excessive heat. Vegeta shut his eyes tight, sucking air through gritted teeth as if refusing to subject himself to any more of such shamelessness. He slapped a hand over his flustered face heavily, growling, 

“The vulgarity…!”

Your face cracked into another smile while you watched Vegeta groan, dragging his palm down his glowing cheeks which you suddenly wanted to touch to know if they would burn your fingers. 

“This is so beyond ridiculous…” He muttered, but still set his eyes, black as night, back on you.  

His persistent, driven stare shook you, his hoarse, deep voice resonating and flowing through your body, mind, and soul, and suddenly, you felt it: your breaks crackled, failing under the uncontainable impulse to satisfy the pleasure that’s been brooding within you all this time. You didn't want to put any controls over yourself anymore, willing nothing but to revel in the freedom of your uninhibited desires on the verge of doom.

“Vegeeeta,” you called out to him in a sensually low voice full of unappeasable passion, looking at him all determined while internally being shy over how it sounded. What did this man do to you…? It was not the voice of a reasonable woman anymore. 

It was the voice of a female in heat calling a male for mating. 

The prince dropped his hand and raised his watchful eyes at you, suddenly breaking a sweat. Was it really you who made him feel this way? You mused pruriently. He swallowed hard, and seeing a protrusion in his neck move up and down, you wondered how his skin would smell and taste there. His uneasiness made you feel like you were the one hunting him down… Did he ever feel like a prey before? You strained your throat and belly, holding back laughter, and let only a small, supposedly endearing smile touch your lips. Somehow, it made Vegeta visibly tense and perspire even more. He swallowed again, even louder, and replied in a tone that was half question, half hesitant warning.

“W-... Woman…?”

“Yes,” you confirmed, full of yourself and your sense of superiority over his diffidence. “And I will show what being a woman truly means.”   

You took a bold step towards him, and his eyes widened again. Without hesitation, you took another one, and another even faster, then closed the distance to him in a few running leaps. His core and limbs moved as if to assume a fighting stance, but he froze halfway, and this moment's delay allowed you to jump on him, wrapping your legs around his waist and taking hold of his solid shoulders before running your hands up the tense line of thick neck muscles to cup his face with your palms.

Vegeta grabbed your thighs so promptly you had no doubt he did it out of pure reflex, but you enjoyed the sensation nonetheless. It was the last encouragement you needed to press your lips to his, finally crossing the line between your dreams and reality, between alienness and intimacy. Probably trying to recoil from the sudden closeness, he leaned back, taking a few uncertain steps backward until his shoulder blades bumped into the wall. You breathed a small moan, feeling your belly and breasts rubbing against the rough surface of his battle armor while your inner thighs squeezed his hips. The hard bulge embedded in the heated, longing flesh between your legs made you press yourself into him, bringing your forehead to his for support, and squirming to win more stimulation. Only two layers of stretchy thin fabric separated you from the immediate gratification of feeling his dick inside your aching pussy, and you felt yourself losing your head. The prince gasped, drawing your attention, his eyes darting frantically across your features as if desperately searching for anything to rely on.

Amused by his astounded gaze, you allowed yourself a moment to savor his expression, taking in his breath and panting against his lips. You've never seen him this close before and for the first time, you could admire his appearance without any distractions. You really liked what you saw — somehow, he looked even more handsome than you remembered. Devoid of outright malice and hostility, his face between your palms was indeed regal… a paragon of male beauty in your eyes. Daring, unpredictable, maddening, and mystifying, Vegeta didn't even have to do anything special to attract you - he was driving you crazy simply by the way he was. Being fully engaged in the moment of your quick rapprochement, you just couldn't wait to kiss his forehead, to nip at his sharp jawline, then draw your mouth lower and lower, over his chest, and abdomen, and, and, and… Overcome by desires, overwhelmed by choice, you breathed harder and harder, feeling about to explode from the overpressure of erogenic heat. 

When you felt his lips uncertainly prodding at your mouth you had to bite back a loud, sultry moan. You slid your hands around his neck, breaking the kiss to bury your burning face into the pit of his trapezius muscle full of his rich scent, and forced your hips to stop their movements, interrupting the rhythmic grinding that they have already evolved into. You planned on giving him a soft, romantic, deep first kiss but already teetering on the edge of blissful madness you had no idea how you would explain to a man without sexual experience that you came before you could even take his pants off. 

“Why… did you stop…?” he huffed lowly in your ear and pushed your crotch with his pelvis strongly and abruptly, throwing you higher up his core. The rough shove of his bulge made you prim up your mouth, fighting more lewd sounds striving to breach your lips. But when his hot fingers dug into your buttocks to take a firmer hold and settle you better on his hips while pressing you against him even harder, you gasped. 

“Ah...!” 

“Hmmm,” Vegeta responded with some kind of keen exploratory interest, and his breath brushed your neck before it suddenly stopped. Moving slowly and carefully, as if paying your reactions the same rapt attention with which he observed his enemies, he rocked his hips against yours once more. This movement seemed much more intentional now, and a sweet spasm contracted your pussy while the quite sizable culprit swelled into an unbending hardness that confidently snuggled itself into your overheated folds. You whimpered loudly and the prince immediately stilled. 

“Did it… hurt?” he asked tensely, pulling away just enough to let his black, intense eyes study your face, trying to gauge your expression.

Oh, no, no, no, flashed in your perturbed mind, the last thing you wanted was for him to be put off by your crazed sensitivity! It was all his fault, why couldn't he have agreed faster before your sexually charged interaction got you this aroused? You felt like if you tried to contain this tension and keep it inside, it would build up until you exploded. Still, deeply affected by his concern, you surfaced out of your lustful haze, recognizing an opportunity to set a very important boundary. It simply had to be done! Desperately holding back from openly stating your fearless, reckless desire to go as far as to hell and back with him, you had a very hard time organizing your thoughts to find the right words.

“I… I won't let a little pain stop me, but…it’s just that, umf… you’re so incredibly strong, uh… ” you looked him in the eyes to show you were indeed fine, struggling to formulate a coherent sentence. “I… I promise to tell you if something is too… too much for me, but… Aaah…!”

Melting in his arms, you felt like you were starting to flow down like a puddle, and he threw you up again, making you mewl from how randy you were. Vegeta clicked his tongue as if realizing his mistake and hurried to peer into your countenance again. Avoiding looking at this embodiment of carnal sin, you took a couple of deep breaths while scrolling through all sorts of puzzles in your head trying your best to hold back the wave of voluptuous release. As you felt it ebbing away just enough for the strength to return to your voice, you tried again,

 “Just let me figure it out,” you suggested insistently, bringing your face closer to let him see your entreating gaze. “Okay…? ”

 A heavy silence hung over the cave while you were waiting for his answer. Unable to maintain eye contact with his blazing stare anymore, you lowered your eyes to the sight of his beckoning, seemingly delicious lips that you hadn't tasted properly yet. Your breaths were intermingling into a delirating, intoxicating cocktail you just couldn't get enough of, and your own lips began to tingle with the need to complete the kiss. Languishing in the captivity of the remains of your self-preservation, you almost cried, feeling how your thirst for him was only amplified by this waiting, going deep beneath your skin and touching your heart directly. You were truly falling for him, too fast to be prepared, too deep to know if you could ever climb out of it…

Nothing in your life ever tortured you more than this. 

When he gave you a curt nod, you whined in relief and lost no time pressing your lips to his, usually looking so tough and angry, now feeling so soft and warm. Despite his consent to leave it to you, his fingers started groping your plushy ass, but as long as he cared to control his tremendous strength you didn't mind it, being too immersed in the interplay of your mouths. 

Mmm… This insufferable source of endless mockery and sharp quips was finally yours to enjoy, and you plunged your frolicsome tongue between his lips, intending to find out if it tasted as sour and bitter as it sounded. Stopped by the barrier of his clenched teeth, you pinched his lower lip with yours and pulled it impatiently, then licked a stripe along the stubbornly tightened line. And another one, and then once more, striving to lick your way in. He didn't seem to have any experience with kissing, standing at the doorstep of paradise without even knowing it, and you chuckled puckishly at the idea of pushing him through that door. 

“Wha…umph!” Vegeta made the mistake of letting his bias against any fun get the better of him, and that was all you needed. As soon as his mouth opened you dipped your tongue between his teeth, directing its tip to flick playfully against his palate, showing you meant him no harm, but were engaging him in a pleasant, erotic game. 

He huffed through his nose and amusingly squinted one eye at the sensation, but did nothing to stop you. You hummed your gratification and nudged his tongue as if daring him to fight. His brows raised, and the very next moment you were luxuriating in the embrace of his powerful arms — one around your waist and another one around your shoulders — while he was mounting his comeback by covering your mouth with his to suck on your lips and then intruding so greedily it left you no shade of doubt about if he even liked it at all.

Your first kiss with the prince… was everything you could wish for. 

And even more, you thought, feeling how hotly and dominantly his tongue pleasured you both, slowly seizing the initiative from you, while the already fairly engorged bulge in his pants steeled, strengthening its position and pulsating like it was about to burst soon. Without ceasing to kiss you for a moment, sinking deeper and deeper into your mouth, as if reveling in its pliability and checking how far he could go, he began rubbing between your legs, which were defenselessly spread wide to give you a firmer hold on his body.

He moved slowly, probingy, but increasingly bolder which made your pulse pounding, skipping beats and then pounding again. Vegeta was indeed quick to grasp things, just like he had mastered the ki-sensing ability in almost no time. His strength combined with his aptitude for learning were as impressive as they were frightening, yet you pushed away any thought of danger. The threat he could pose depended on where he directed his power, and at this particular moment, his giftedness driven by your desires introduced you to an immeasurable potential of deriving pleasure from him. The pleasure that both of you could indulge in… 

Failing to cope with your heavy breathing under the spasms of your ecstatic joy and anticipation you pulled away for a gulp of air, but his hand on your nape instantly stopped you, allowing him to recapture your lips. 

“Mmmf!” you emitted a muffled plea for breath. 

“Mgrrrh!” His displeased, protesting growl sounded like he intended to refuse you that, but a moment later he drew back just enough to let you inhale. You did exactly that and dropped your forehead onto his, suddenly feeling too weak to hold up your head. 

“Ah…ah…ah,” you panted, struggling to catch your breath and locking your eyes with him while your noses rubbed affectionately against each other. His gradually glazing and defocusing gaze fell on your lips, and you heard a rumbling, vibrating sound coming from the depths of his chest. 

He wanted more, you understood. It was so exciting… And still, it was a bit frightening, too. You decided to distract him a little. 

“When… ah… when I jumped on you…” you mumbled between the shallow inhales and the eyes of the prince instantly cleared as he listened to your voice closely. “Uhhh… you were supposed to fall, uh… on the ground, you know…?”  

He tensed his whole body, squeezing you even tighter with his bulging muscles until you involuntarily squeaked, then contemptuously wrinkled his nose and spoke, spitting out every word with a kind of disappointed disgust,

“And crack my head open? Was that your big plan?” 

You pouted at him to show how foolish and even offensive his assumption was, then grinned playfully. 

“Is there anything worth preserving anyway?” 

“Woman…” Vegeta started with a warning that sounded so sexually menacing that you groaned, suffering through another wave of arousal.

“You're only making it worse…!”

“Worse?” he asked, intoning this word in a way that betrayed his growing anxiety. “What exa…”

“Shush! Just use your clever head, would you? Why would I even try such a thing!? I know you're a tough guy, also if by some miracle you actually lost consciousness it would be quite inconvenient for my commitment to fuck you."

“Commi… Mmnfff!”

You stopped this nonsensical relapsing into additional questions by running your hands through his mane of black flame-shaped hair before grabbing his head and locking the rest of his speech in his mouth with a fervid kiss. Perhaps it was a game of your febrile imagination, but you thought you saw him smirk as he responded somewhat lazily, almost passively… No, it hit you like an electric shock, it was not your imagination. There was supremacy in his eyes, supremacy overlaid with an air of condescension that openly mocked you.

A chill ran through your body upon the realization that you had blurted out the superfluous. And of course, the moment Vegeta felt the advantage of owning something that you so sincerely aspired to, he didn't hesitate pressing it to seize the initiative from you and assert his dominance.  Although the teasing movements of his tongue, lips, and…ah, such a beautiful chin sent a surge of warmth to spread over you from head to toe and flow out as a pleasingly lubing thick fluid, you were overcome with doubts.

You should have known better than to entrust your weak human body to an inexperienced man with such an inhuman level of physical strength...

But a word spoken is past recalling, you reproached your loose tongue acutely, at the same time forcing your mind to seek a solution. Think! you ordered yourself, feeling your heartbeat quicken as an invigorating release of adrenaline rushed through your veins, increasing your mental concentration. What could you expect from him? What did you need to prepare for?

What could you even do now…?

The boiling blood beneath your skin brought courage and confidence into your thoughts. Vegeta could deem that he had got his bearings and had it all figured out, erroneously believing that his ascendancy was ensured by your amatory resolve, but you had knowledge on your side.

‘The more I know, the more I realize that I don't know anything, but others don't know even that’,  was it…? 

The Saiyan prince had yet to learn the full extent of his ignorance, you thought snidely. Preening yourself for your self-reliance, you returned his smirk. It seemed to bring an extra gleam to his dark eyes and you felt your own smug smile taking a predatory, hungry curl. Being too used to his exaggerated sense of superiority, unbreakable confidence in his mental acuity, devious shrewdness, and overall exceptional ability, nevertheless…

He had no idea what was coming for him. 

You released his neck, allowing your fingers to trace the fascinating lines of his clavicles, and momentarily pressed your hands to his chest to push yourself a little back, indicating that this part was over . Internally chuckling at the tension that returned to his vexed features and rigid muscles, you nimbly slid down his body until you were on your knees before his bulging crotch. By this time his cock was hard enough to be strongly defined under the blue stretchy fabric, and your mouth watered as you visually assessed the size.

Swallowing quickly, you noted that it would not be too easy for you to handle his arousal, but it was even more interesting this way. Your next inhale filled you with his smell that was much thicker here and simply too good to resist. Tempted by this inviting fragrance and appetizing sight before your eyes, you licked your lips and leaned forward to capture the side of his shaft in your mouth, greedily, but carefully grazing it with your teeth. 

The faintest sigh came from above, and you raised your eyes at him, grinning against his length. Your tongue wouldn't turn to call Vegeta innocent, but the look on his face was so uncomprehending, unknowing, even lost… And yet he was waiting for you to make him feel good, ready to accept everything you were about to give him… You closed your eyes, unable to bear the hotness evoked by watching him in this state, but your mind didn’t spare you. The mere thought of him moaning under your caresses was enough to bring you to the verge of moaning yourself.

You wanted to hear that. 

You needed to get him there.  

Him, you mentally emphasized, once again returning your thoughts to the vicissitudes of love as you had done before countless times already. Him, this alien invader, to whom you felt such an inexplicable attraction from the moment you first saw his face and heard his deep, arrogant voice carrying the notes of lordly disdain… 

“Have you been waiting for us…?” Vegeta asked mockingly back then, crossing his hands with a challenging grin and causing the whole world around you to cease existing. Even in that slightly baggy suit, even in the armor that hid half of his body, something about him still hooked you entirely and irrevocably. You knew your heart stopped for a few moments while your feelings and emotions began leaping and plunging inside you like wild, spirited horses.

Yes, I’ve been waiting for you, you answered him mentally. All my life. 

Unfortunately, Vegeta was deeply offended by the presence of a bystanding woman on the battlefield and insisted on casting you away. And suddenly everyone, even your friends just…  just ganged up with him on that! As if they didn't realize that if the battle was lost, nowhere would be safe! But only later that day did you realize that he most likely saved your life, because this fight was nothing like a tournament or a civilized, organized mutual combat. The sheer hell that the alien Saiyans unleashed on Earth had you frozen and trembling in your hiding place among the rocks of the Paprika Wasteland as you watched with bated breath from afar, nervously clutching your trusty sling bag containing a first aid kit.

It seemed that this nightmare would never end. The battlefield and the participants changed, but neither side could gain the upper hand. When the tide of battle turned against the prince, you felt like you were not the same woman anymore. Deeply affected by his shown strength and unyielding spirit, you waited with a thrill in your heart for the fight to finally end and allow you to take care of everyone… Including Vegeta. It was your only chance of getting to know him! But as ill luck would have it, his space pod failed to get crushed in combat and took him away from the planet to be forever lost to you in the vastness of the endless Universe…

Not like it could stop the images of him from haunting you.

Here and now, inhaling more of his smell, absorbing more of his warmth, and looking up at him with adoring sentimental eyes, you felt elated by the opportunity to finally end this desperate longing. 

You stuck out your tongue, tracing a line over the cloth of his suit from the base of his cock to the tip, then gave a firm, careful lick on the small spot beneath the glans. Curious to see if this would affect the tough Saiyan at all, you began massaging it with your lips.

A stifled groan and strained breathing were both your answer and your reward, making a wave of very unchaste, prurient shivers lavish you from head to toe. You didn't expect to get such sensual feedback from Vegeta so quickly, and it stirred your enthusiasm and curiosity to further explore his reactions. The warrior prince seemed to like your touches but he refused to expose this chink in his armor, fighting back the sounds of his pleasure. It was so like him… To be his own rival and his own worst enemy. 

Grabbing the tight elastic fabric with your lips, you took the small fold with your teeth and pulled it back slightly before letting go. The brisk little slap on his dick’s neck made Vegeta arch his back groaning and sucking in air through clenched teeth as if trying to cope with the sensations. You stared at him in disbelief. Could it be that your heated argument about your access to his body affected him as much as it did you…? You mellowed at the thought. This sensitivity made him so... adorable.

Yes, you pondered, diligently licking this spot as if apologizing for your carelessness and adding a little of your warm saliva to make the fabric of his suit soak slowly, Vegeta might have been a Saiyan prince and a warrior who knew no mercy, but he was also a man. By evoking this side of him with your caresses, you could spark an inner conflict, leading him to bend the bars of his tightly confined princely cage...

 And help him get himself out.

It was a goal worthy of putting all your libidinal energy into, and you enthusiastically grabbed his hips, tracing small licks around the vulnerable area that you had already treated so well and methodically checking what other interesting spots you could discover. Vaguely perceiving reality, not even feeling the irregularities of the surface of the stone floor on which your knees rested, you focused on performing a heartfelt, sensual dance of love with your inquisitive tongue. The fabric under your efforts increasingly moistened, and your mouth became more and more active as your appetite grew, affected by how well-endowed the Saiyan prince was. 

A low, hoarse voice sounded from above, pulling you out of your pleasure-seeking trance.

“Wait…” Vegeta heaved. “I will take it off…” 

Your heart skipped a beat, then rushed, beating twice as hard. After all the resistance he had put up, he was willing to move forward, and you couldn’t curb your deep need to openly show your feelings. Desperately holding back all the words that were too risky to utter, you resorted to the physical expression instead and succumbed to the irresistible urge to give him positive reinforcement and reap the benefits of this victory by enjoying his overly excited dick. Wrapping your lips back around your teeth, you greedily pounced your mouth on his hard flesh, compressing your jaws as you moved along its length in delight. You could scarcely believe this was actually happening.

Vegeta. Evil. Powerful. Arrogant. Insufferable…

Turning into a panting and grunting mass of rippling muscles, eager to meet the pleasure you delivered. 

It felt simply impossible to stop under the influence of all your self-indulgent impulses. You could keep going just like this, you decided. Yes, you definitely could… You weren't going to wait until he's done fumbling with his suit. If you made the fabric soak even more and then started rolling your tongue over it to make the texture brush his cock…

Feeling a pair of hands put over your ears and pressing lightly, you yelped from unexpectedness and then whined indignantly. 

He was going to move you away!

“Mmmnh!” you emitted a protesting groan planting an insistent, hungry bite on the fabric, covering his glans and clenching your jaws harder. Don't take it from me, you conveyed. I don't want us to part.

“Oh, damn it…!” Vegeta cursed, releasing your head. Instead, he grabbed the straps of his stretchy breastplate and pulled it over his head in a single sharp motion. You marveled in sinful awe as his muscled form, clad in the tight blue second skin of a suit, was exposed to your gaze. Every one of his titillating movements propelled a pulling longing under your belly to unimaginable heights. He slipped his finger under the collar and pulled it down, gradually revealing the magnificent sight of his bared torso with broad shoulders, pumped-up chest, mighty arms, and a narrow waist with ripped abdominal muscles. So many of what you wanted to kiss, lick, or bite… 

Yes, the decision was born inside you immediately and irrevocably. Yes, you will fuck him. You will fuck him and there was no other way around it, no better way to put it. After all this, he couldn’t just give you a taste and call it off.

Enjoying the sight of him, you gently flicked the tip of your tongue against the spot where the underside of his glans would be beneath the suit. You thought that if you had the Dragon Balls in your power at that very moment you would only wish for no one to come and interrupt this.

The edge of the fabric came into your vision field as he kept pulling it down and your eyes fell on the bared skin of his lower abs. Uncovered, the lines of his body looked even more seductive, and you literally shook with a rush of excited arousal. But the prince didn't stop there. He yanked his suit pants down his hips. When the gathered folds passed your face, you lost contact with his dick and a distressed whimper broke out of you. As if compensating for all your torment, something hard, hot, and heavy smacked your cheek making you freeze, utterly speechless. 

Your eyes, your nose, your sense of touch, and your pussy were all attacked simultaneously.

His masculine scent. The weight of his erected cock on your face. The searing want roaring into flames in the depth of your womanhood. You raised at him your rounded, stunned eyes.

“Hm?” Vegeta looked down at you. “Having… second thoughts?” he asked with some strange notes in his voice while his black eyes were pinning you to the ground. Your heart began beating like a bird in a trap, flapping with its wings. 

But the blackness in his gaze was no longer pitch dark… Faint twinkles of his subconscious expanded in a sudden burst akin to the burst of a primordial atom that set the Universe in motion. Only now they set in motion your heart, blazing for you alone and forming constellations that heralded the awakening of a beast as ancient as life itself.

Now that this beast had answered your call, Vegeta was not going to let you back down. Once you turn around and run, there will be no escape for you, you realized, reading his features. Only the strongest survives.

“You wanted to give me something,” he reminded, crossing his arms and contemplating the sight of his impressive cock over your face with a smirk. “I am… waiting”.

He smelled delicious, and you noticed a glistening drop pooling on his pinkish tip. It was the last eloquent drop that overflowed the cup of your patience by introducing you to the astounding revelation of truth.

You really managed to turn the male in Vegeta on.

It seemed like something had shorted out in your head.

Your mouth filled with saliva and you felt a tingling sensation in it that you thought could only be calmed by the hard but tender flesh of the cock... Just like the one lying across your face. Not letting your eyes off the prince you drew back, feeling the silky surface of his rocklike length brushing your cheek, then parted your soft lips, taking it in and making it brush your cheek from the inside, feeling a thick, salty drop of precum smearing in your mouth as the prince gasped and grunted. His dazed look and slacked mouth told you that it was his turn to get surprised, but this expression was quickly replaced by tension as he stooped his ever so proud posture a little toward you.

You found his responsiveness quite sweet. Maybe because you could finally savor the taste of him… Or maybe because his mouth stayed open as his breathing became deeper and noisier, caressing your ear better than any music while a visible flush spread over his face, neck, and upper chest. 

Slightly tilting your head to the side, you gently moved it back and forth, letting the glans rub against the soft inner side of your cheek in small circles to properly warm and moisten his cock. Vegeta raised his hands to the level of your head but dropped them down abruptly, banging his fists on the cave wall behind and making you internally chuckle. He could hide from his own desires to his stubborn heart's content, but his bodily reactions had already told you so much…

He liked it, and he really let you take the initiative. Just like you asked.

How… wonderful, you drawled in your head, feeling wetness flooding between your legs. Because you were not going to turn around or run away. And what's more, you were not going to back down. Wrapping your mouth around the glans of his cock, you placed it comfortably on your tongue and tightened the ring of your lips around the delicate wrinkly skin where the head joined the shaft. Mmm… When you enclosed around him properly, your brain caught some euphoric buzz wave and you wholeheartedly enjoyed the sensation of his heated flesh. It seemed moist enough, so you gave a probing, short lick to the underside of his cock, pressing the glans to your palate with your flat tongue and drawing another low grunt from Vegeta.

Uhhh, you mentally groaned, fidgeting a little to feel the tightness of the suit on your lovesick clit. Why did he have to sound so hot? 

Though you have never thought about whether you were a master of fellatio, no matter what goals you set in life, you always took them on with confidence, putting all your talent, creativity, and soul into it, being absolutely convinced that this would certainly provide you with a decent result. It has never failed you before, and it seemed, that… hmmm .

You grabbed at his hips firmly and began to lick him at a slow but steady pace, feeling a shudder run through his legs.

Yes. It was clear now that it hadn’t failed you this time either.

Being a curious bookworm, you had gained a wide knowledge of the world and the human body in particular. The ability to experience unearthly bliss has always instilled a special fascination in you. You loved the art of pleasure — it was your home field, while Vegeta was only a guest there. An honored guest, no doubt, with his body so similar to your kind. But for someone who was only about to take his first steps, the Saiyan prince behaved far too arrogantly…. 

You were going to show him who was truly stronger here.

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First of all, you were not going to finish it with him quickly, you thought, fondly pawing his thighs while slowly massaging the head of his cock with your tongue. You were going to show Vegeta everything you were capable of while getting all the possible pleasure from the situation in which your curiosity and craving for him had led you both. Shifting from one knee to another to get more comfortable and find a perfect angle for taking him deeper, you prepared for a long... A very long run, determined to enjoy yourself until you feel completely satisfied.

Secondly, you kept forming your mental grounds in your head as your hands slowly but surely crawled higher, although his dominant demeanor had an extremely arousing effect on you, this was your first - and most likely, only - time with him, and you were not ready to give Vegeta the reins. You needed to counter this attitude of his quickly! But being a prince, a warrior, and a natural leader, he considered only those worthy of respect who were his equals or even stronger than him. You, a human woman, couldn’t even dream of such power…

And yet you knew that the real power could be very different. The corners of your mouth lifted cheekily around the stiff flesh of his cock at the memory of one earthly woman who could cope with a pure-blooded Saiyan man without even breaking a sweat. 

You were sure you could do just as good. Or… or even better! you thought dreamily as your fingertips reached the lines of defined obliques that framed the clean-cut abs and tapered the waist of the Saiyan prince so breathtakingly… Mmm. With such an attractive, strong-willed, but short-tempered and impatient man as Vegeta, this game promised to be hot and incredibly exciting. 

What was the worst thing that could happen anyway? He would lose control, spread you out on the cold floor and just fuck you roughly, pushing this delicious, thick cock deep between your shaking legs? 

The aggressively sweet spasm contracted your soaking, distressfully lonely pussy while the frisson of amative excitement tingled your skin, making you tighten your lips around the corona of his glans. Feeling the hardness of his roused flesh preventing you from closing your mouth completely, you squeezed his hips, grazing their impenetrable skin with your nails, and sucked him in a bit deeper. Your lips passed the fold at the base of his head, reaching the shaft. 

Vegeta gasped, but the very next moment his teeth clicked loudly as he clamped his jaws shut and closed his eyes, breathing through his nose heavily. Despite such valiant attempts to keep in the sounds that could betray his reaction, you’d heard more than enough, and a warmth spread over your skin, pleasant like a kiss from the sun.

This gruff warrior struggled to stay quiet under your affectionate touches. Apparently, the sight of your half-naked body and the end of his cock, plunged between your soft lips, was hindering him in some way, you thought, internally chuckling. But what an impressive show of restraint on his part! you admired, greedily rubbing your lips back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his glans with your tongue pressed to feel every tender line of his frenulum. The sensation and taste of his skin slowly drove you crazy, and your movements grew faster each time his flesh entered your mouth, while your thoughts continued to revolve around the desire to experience the fierce love of the prince of all Saiyans. Maybe the lustful prospect you envisioned was indeed worthy of driving him to the edge of his limits…

Oh, damn it! you mentally cursed, slowing down and returning to the more leisure pace of your caresses. You knew you simply couldn't afford to put yourself in such danger - for your own good and for the success of the whole mission. The relentless Dragon Ball hunt that Vegeta had started on Namek was enough of a threat in itself - you had no illusions about his intentions. There was no guarantee that once they were collected, he would allow you to make even one wish… Or would let any of the group live. The unstoppable, powerful prince had calculated everything and put you all at his mercy. Only now you wanted far more than just making this wish.

The Saiyan prince himself.

Frustrated by the inability to get what you desired immediately when you quite literally already had him in your hands, you shut your eyes to shield yourself from the sight of his tense, pleasure-suffering face that stirred your cravings too much. Still, it didn’t protect you from the sounds of his labored breathing that indulged your ears and your feminine pride, causing your passion for him to tug between your legs. But there was nothing you could do about it at the moment. 

Even on the verge of losing your self-control, which you were already fighting to keep, you understood you couldn’t just give yourself to the man of your dreams. Vegeta was right  - he was not a toy to play with. He was dangerous, while every member of your team was indispensable. There weren't so many of you to begin with, and you would never forgive yourself for jeopardizing the common cause. 

Earth had simply no chance to withstand all the looming threats without the Dragon Balls!

Looming threats just like the one you were currently facing... Or at least his cock, you chuckled softly, distracting Vegeta from your amusement by sliding your mouth off to flick the underside of his glans with the tip of your tongue.

The prince showed almost no reaction, just scrunched his nose a bit and exhaled briefly before taking a deep inhale. It was so cute that a puff of suppressed chortle escaped your mouth and brushed his skin. But he gave no signs of awareness like he hadn't heard or seen anything around him… Being entirely focused on his sensations, Vegeta didn’t seem to notice your own lustful turmoil. 

Good… Exhaling in relief, you traced the delicate edge of his head, spreading the gentle fluttering of your wet tongue to the rest of the defenseless pink fold. With a staggered breath, Vegeta jerked his head to his shoulder, squeezing his eyelids even harder. Mmm… He just couldn’t help himself, could he? you thought, hearing your own quickening heartbeat and feeling the sweetest twitch of your clit. A deadly menace, caught in the trap of his pleasure, desperate for release...

On the verge of slipping into the divine oblivion, the red brake light has lit up brightly in your head - you were too close to giving in to temptation! Trying to calm your ragged breathing, you realized you had barely avoided disaster, and this little misstep led you to the last, but most important and difficult precept, making a tiny wince to come over your face.

You had to control yourself. 

No more signs of your serious intentions, let alone accidentally slipping confessions!

Aaargh! A dissatisfied groan broke out of you but you managed to stifle it by wrapping your lips around the plump glans of the prince tightly. Feeling a wave of shudders roll through his powerful muscles as a vibration coursed through his sensitive flesh, you opened your mouth to ease the pressure and returned to careful, controlled licking.

Everything in the world needs balance, you reminded yourself, trusting your wisdom to cool off your mind. But with Vegeta, it was simply out of the question. You were drawn to him with irresistible force like a moth in the pitch darkness of an endless night, noticing the inviting light of an open fire. He, so enticing… but deadly hot. And you - an inconspicuous and fragile little creature allowed to reach his burning radiance due to your apparent harmlessness. 

But it didn't mean you would just let yourself burn, you asserted in your head. You will achieve balance and he won’t even know what hit him. 

After all, where had it been seen that a moth itself turned into an all-consuming fire?

It was up to you to balance his hostility with your affection. If you were going to restrain his malicious intentions, you shouldn't have lost your head over him. Intuition, temperance, and confidence together formed the key. If you have the purpose and belief in your own powers, true miracles can happen.

Your faith in yourself had to be so unshakeable that even the prince of all Saiyans would have to believe in it.

With a great determination to move from thoughts to deeds, you ringed your fingers around the neck of his dick, squeezing just slightly before running them down to the base and leaving there for a firmer hold. His length stopped swaying back and forth under the gentle nudges of your tongue and it allowed you to increase the pressure on his sensitive spot with every movement, easing the prince into the stronger sensations. Strictly maintaining your pace, you allowed yourself the salacious joy of licking the delicate surface, feeling how every pass of your tongue made it more moist and slick with your saliva. It was utterly amazing how rigid his shaft was while staying so silky to the touch and how soft and nice the cushiony texture of his heated and tender glans felt…

Humming in pleasure, you began to vigorously cover every patch of its skin with shorter, but stronger licks. It felt so nice and so tasty you just couldn't stop, running your tongue up and down, over and over, alternating licks with light kisses and occasional sucks on the end of the cock, reveling in the musky scent and swallowing hurriedly every now and again so as not to let yourself drown in your excitement. 

When you felt ready for more, you carefully swirled your tongue around the supple surface of his glans and savorly sucked it in. A strained grunt had fallen upon your ear, making them perk up. 

Your eyes widened at the realization of your blunder as you suddenly remembered to check on Vegeta. Looking up to read his face, you instantly noticed how absent his gaze was. His black, gleaming eyes smoldered silently over his deeply flushed cheeks and seemed abstracted and concentrated, but not altogether tranquil. Their look was passing you by, as if interested only in the sight of his cock in your pleasureful mouth. He was focusing on his sensations, probably trying to sort out his feelings, you guessed. His strict self-control must have made him quite introspective… 

You decided that the prince of all Saiyans may well cope on his own. After all, you had something better to do.

Internally resisting, unwilling to let go of him, you forced your lips to slide off his head slowly and began lapping all over his length. Adding more saliva and moving your hand up and down, you carefully smeared it, intending to leave no places untouched. To make him feel really good, you had to make his skin so moist that when your hand passed, it moved freely without pulling on sensitive skin… And while you were doing this, you could shamelessly employ your inquisitive tongue to explore every inch of the delectable treat entrusted to you, the rock hardness of which undoubtedly gave away the growing desires of the man you sought to satisfy.

He was so great on the battlefield. It was his element, and despite his excessive brutality, Vegeta truly shone in combat, riveting your breathless, wide-eyed attention to his every move. But here, with you, he found the courage to venture into territory new and uncharted... Sticking to your agreement, he left the action to you, exerting all the strength of his character to restrain himself.

Even though you deemed it impossible, somehow, he succeeded in impressing you even more.

You really wanted to impress the prince, too, to make his efforts worth it, and you felt gradually falling out of reality, completely focusing on petting and pampering his cock with alternating long and quick little licks. Ah, if only you were good enough to make it everlasting, you thought with your head in the clouds, listening to his labored breathing and watching his tense muscles quiver as you worked your hand and your mouth more and more eagerly while a heating flush flooded your body. 

But we take as much as we can, while we can, right?

The more you thought about the ways you could please him, the more needy you felt, the more cravings aroused in you like seeds sprouting quickly under the rainfall. If you just sucked him in whole, he would definitely be impressed, you mentally cooed. And yet, your raging desire to immediately do so and hear the surly, rough voice of the prince moan unrestrainedly under your caresses was somehow soothed, sedated by his acute, lively reactions, and you managed to hold yourself back. 

Even if just a little bit, even if he didn’t realize it himself, but Vegeta trusted you to make him feel good, drifted slowly through your beclouded mind. His sensual responsiveness made him so tempting to gratify but also obliged you to be careful not to overdo it with stimulation, so as not to end it too quickly or cause him discomfort. Even though you didn't know how much time you had, there was no need to risk, you told yourself with conviction and set a steady, measured pace that you could maintain for a long time without too much effort. Relying on your senses and instincts to guide your tongue into an exciting adventure of tracing every line of his cock, you became more and more familiar with every bump, every vein, and even with that tiny, slit-like opening on the tip…

Mmmmmm…

The novelty of feeling your hand and tongue on his heated flesh seemed to gradually pass, and the breathing of the prince became more even and calm. You closed your eyes relaxedly and an indulgent smile stretched your lips. It was a heavenly delight to lick Vegeta like that and feel his body attune to you in a forming intimate bond, but the main course was still ahead, and it made your heart beat faster in longing anticipation, which in itself was such an exquisite pleasure and sweetest of tortures…

You knew you didn't have eternity to enjoy it - and even if you did, it would be hardly enough. But every moment of postponing was a small challenge you posed yourself while building the same anticipation in Vegeta himself. It was exhilarating, entertaining, captivating to caress him purposefully slowly, but so ardently and lovingly, as if every movement of your tongue was a revelation and a confession of your once budding feelings that finally flourished, threatening to overgrow any sense of reason. Filling your mind with thoughts of what you would say to him if only you could express your feelings with words, you switched your consciousness to an amorous, emotional wave, perfect for warming up, and wrapped your lips around his glans.

Just when you seemed to tune in properly, you felt a fleeting presence above your head. Oh, your heart fluttered, he wanted to touch you. The sensation disappeared almost instantly and you huffed in disappointment, realizing how much you actually craved his deliberate touch. With an unforeseen strain, you forced your eyelids to open and pushed yourself back from his thighs, removing your hand and staring at Vegeta as if deeply offended. 

Why didn't he touch you?

The prince continued to stubbornly avoid eye contact, keeping his hands behind his back as if tied there, you noticed and tilted your head in contemplation. On the one hand, you were also concerned that he could lose control of himself… But on the other, you wanted it passionately, despite all your best judgments. You should have known better, but there was nothing you could do about the persistent, sensually teasing itch that crawled across your skin, intensifying on the tongue of your constantly watering mouth and in the hotly throbbing folds of your pussy.

At first, you were determined to make it mostly about his pleasure, but it turned out that you didn’t need much to start burning in the bonfire of lust together with him. Alone with Vegeta, your desires became more straightforward and clear, promising unparalleled gratification for such simple, small things…

Just touch him yourself, flashed in your head. Just let your body feel his warmth on the parts that should only know the touch of a lover.

Blood rushed to your face, warming your cheeks, but before you knew it you succumbed to the impulse, allowing yourself only as much as to close your eyes before leaning into his legs and pressing your bare breasts against his muscular thighs. Sticking out your tongue, you caught his cock in your opened mouth.

“Aaa-aaah,” you moaned to attract his attention to the sight. The seconds were ticking by, but nothing seemed to change. Did he even like it? you thought, blushing deeper and deeper, and half-raised your eyelids to peek at the prince of all Saiyans.

Eager to read his reaction you finally focused fully on him and all your thinking processes suddenly crashed. Only his presence lingered within the blissful emptiness of your mind while you were rendered motionless with your mouth still agape, forgetting what you were doing, too enthralled by what you saw.

Vegeta seemed totally absent, breathing deeply and resting the top of his head against the cave wall, making you feel like fire licking the legs of a man sentenced to be burned at the stake. Beads of sweat glistened on his powerful body as his chest heaved, making the play of light and shadow on his sculpted abs breathtakingly captivating. His muscular arms with prominent throbbing veins were pressed against the wall behind him so hard that it was hard to tell if the wall was supporting him or he was supporting it. His sharp chin was raised high, challenging your desire to seize his undivided attention, the bulge on his outstretched neck attracted your gaze, as if asking to be kissed, and the dip between his clavicles beckoned you to nuzzle in it and savor his scent, curled up on his chest, shielded from the world and its hardships by his strong embrace…

The simple, raw power of your arousal streamed through you as your heart pumped the blood through your veins in pounding surges that echoed in your ears. You leaned back slowly to add another detail to this magnificent picture… A detail that was undoubtedly worthy of being called the real pride of the Saiyan race. Even without the support of your hand, his cock stood straight, emanating almost palpable warmth. Massive, it towered before you with hot blood pulsing visibly under its gleaming, well-moistened skin, looking so deliciously tempting you unconsciously ran your tongue over your lips and bit the bottom one, swallowing.

Vegeta kept turning you on beyond what you thought possible even without doing anything at all, even acting withdrawn and distant. The frisson of nervous excitement surged through your body at the thought of what would happen if he actually interacted with you while you were fondling his cock. And yet you were quite surprised to discover that, despite all the pleasure of the process, you already missed his disgruntled tone spewing witty insults and angry demands… 

There was no getting away from it. You loved his body, you loved his attitude, you loved him and your heart swelled, palpitating with emotions. You needed more of his involvement, more contact, you needed to feel him through to enjoy the act of worshipping him fully, and a whirlwind of feelings induced by him stormed inside you, jumbling up your thoughts and threatening your self-control.

Could you just eat him whole and put an end to this torture? 

Resolutely getting a grip on his hips, you bowed your head forward to show him more of your love.

A moment before your lips reunited with his cock, a shadow fell over you. Startled, you drew back to look up again. Met by the half-crazed gaze of his damp, overly bright eyes, you froze, not daring to make a single move without understanding what was going on.

Vegeta stared down at you, and his ever-so-stern, but expressive face seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of yours. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth with a tense grunt, then jerked his head to the side, staying like this for another moment before breathing out sharply and returning his gaze, full of defiance, back to you.

"Woman," his hoarse voice broke the silence, making all your thin hair stand on end, atremble. “W-wait…” 

A quaver in the prince's usually harsh and confident tone made you blink in astonishment, waking you from what suddenly felt like a magical dream. Vegeta cleared his throat and clenched his jaws until they bulged. He tore his hands off the wall, and you saw them shaking. Clenching his fists so that his knuckles turned white, he put them back, and you noticed that the deep frown above his tightly shut eyes was also twitching with tension.

You felt sobering up fast.

The man in front of you looked highly strung, like he was under a ton of stress, which was logical to assume, given the situation outside. But here, in the small, secluded corner of this inhospitable planet, you wanted to help him unwind by sharing the pleasure with you. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted to express your feelings for him in a way that he would remember for the rest of his life.

What could go wrong?

Your attention returned to his throbbing flesh. Furrowing your brows, you quickly examined it, struggling to concentrate and clear your mind of the dense fog of lust. Although it did seem to help, you didn't see anything wrong and raised your questioning eyes at Vegeta. His face stayed impenetrable, granting no clues, but his lips were pressed together so tightly they had grown pale. You dropped your gaze again to inspect his beautiful cock more attentively from the base to the tip until your gradually defocusing gaze stopped at the pink, glistening, and appetizing glans. The clouds in your mind have thickened, your mouth parted, and your tongue slid out over your bottom lip.

“Ugh…!”

As you leaned forward, you heard a deep grunt. Your shoulders collided with something solid as if they bumped into a wall, and your tongue tasted only a very empty and very unsatisfying air. You glanced around briefly to find a pair of arms stretched on either side of your head. It took you a moment to realize that these were the arms of the prince. His upper body was bent forward, his face was lowered and hidden from you by a head of his spiky black hair, and all you could perceive was his heavy breathing bursting in and out of his mouth. You frowned.

Did he really just block you? 

You didn't like it. You didn't like it at all! What have you done to deserve this? Did you do something wrong? Could you have accidentally hurt him? A melee of worrying thoughts stirred in your mind, and then something clicked. How much time had passed? Judging by how hardened his cock was, how violently its veined shaft pulsated, and what a beautiful dark pink shade its head was, it had been quite… some time since you first touched it.

Could you’ve been... spacing out in the process?

Obviously, yes! Having received a satisfying answer to the question that tormented it, your mind prepared to fall back into the soft clouds of lustfulness. Damn, no! You mentally slapped yourself, scolding your lack of restraint. That was exactly what you shouldn't have allowed, no matter what!!

Get a grip, you animal! You ordered yourself with a kind of lifeless, empty resolve, already knowing it would crumble the moment you had him in your mouth again. Because when you only live once, what’s there to lose? You fought hard for this pleasure. You deserved it.

Unfortunately, you still needed to convince Vegeta to get those gloved obstacles out of your way. Obstacles that couldn't even properly take you by the shoulders and shake you to bring you to your senses! And then maybe throw you on the ground, and…

You closed your eyes taking a deep, long, cleansing breath, then exhaled in the same way. When your eyelids lifted, you saw wary but seemingly more collected Vegeta. Your looks met, both much more conscious than before, and in his dark eyes you read a wild appeal for mercy.

What a fascinating sight, you internally swooned.

"Hmmm?" was all you managed to emit, trying to pacify your overwhelming lust. Sadly, the only pacifier within your reach could cause the opposite effect… Inevitably, your gaze dropped and locked back on his cock, which radiated an attractive, irresistible heat.

You rolled your bare shoulders slightly against the palms of the prince and pouted to show how graceless and unnecessary his inhibitory gesture was. Hearing him exhale sharply, you forced yourself to tear your eyes off his manhood and lifted them to his face, noticing how his cheeks turned deep crimson.

"Woman, I… This…” His voice trailed off and for a few heartbeats Vegeta was completely still. “...This is new for me," he finally choked out in the tough, clipped tones.

What!? Your jaw fell while your astonishment unfurled in rousing tongues of fire flaring up in your loins. Why did he have to say it out loud!? Couldn't he just pretend to be very experienced and let you keep channeling your inner thirsty female? 

Suddenly, the gaze of the prince burned you with carnal hunger, striking a sharp contrast with his restrained behavior which prompted you to look deeper. Thinking of it, his semi-threatening voice sounded like it cautioned you, but your fogged brain refused to recognize the subtle signs in his message, interpreting them in your most desirable way. 

When you realized this, everything started to come together. Something was happening inside him which he fought to control. Something caused by your actions... And something that posed a real danger to you. Yeah, you swallowed thickly.

A danger of being roughly fucked.

You groaned in exasperation, suffering through another bout of withheld arousal. The shade of concern put a crease between Vegeta’s eyebrows as his practiced, watchful eyes roved all over your face as if to take in every little detail to not miss something that could help him steady himself under your brisk advance. 

There was something so mute and forlorn in how he endured his hardship that compassion and sympathy enveloped you, cooling your ardor. A desire to help him rose within you instead, but you stopped yourself with a fierce determination - had the prince succeeded, his next move would have undoubtedly been to seize power, and it cost you a tremendous effort to hold your expression impassive. 

Relax your muscles... Don't frown too much, don’t overplay it... Strain your lips only a little to keep them from stretching, you had to mentally pronounce commands to your body so that it obeyed, although this could hardly help you contain your delight, so bright that it must have illuminated you from the inside. The seriousness with which Vegeta treated the situation was both frightening and endearing, and you really, really liked seeing him like this. It was just that… The thought made your heart pound hard against your ribs.

…This cruel man and his attack of honesty left you no choice but to take it slow. 

His vigilance, bordering on caring, had replaced your bold desires with more affectionate and romantic ones. Pressing your shoulders against his palms so hard that it almost hurt, you reached for the tip of his cock to prod it playfully with your nose and started rubbing your cheek on the deliciously tender, silky soft surface of his hardness. Vegeta closed his eyes, breathing heavily, but he didn't push you away, and you rejoiced at this small victory.

"You want me... to go easy on you?" you teased, secretly hoping that his pride and arrogance would make him oppose the very idea. His cock was so close… You licked your lips and swallowed, then inhaled full lungs of his rich, virile scent before darting the tip of your tongue to set it running side to side across the underside of his head. A tensed gasp escaped the lips of the prince as his flesh throbbed with evident interest. His eyes snapped open, your gazes crossed, and even though your mouth was busy, you knew that your own eyes were laughing. Yes, you thought, just like this... 

Straight to the point. 

Cut to the chase. 

Make him feel good.

“Think who you are talking to!” Vegeta bristled, holding his chin up high while eyeing you with supercilious annoyance, words tinged with a touch of his brewing anger. “It's generally better to think before you do anything you may regret - and you seem to have troubles with it!” His hands closed on your shoulders for just a moment before they opened again, but it was enough to betray a sudden shakiness in his fingers that brought a cheeky curl to your lips.

“Oooh?” you drawled, expressing some languorous doubt, and pushed yourself forward even harder. His palms gave way slightly for just one fleeting moment, but being so close, you didn't need more. With your wet lips still rounded from your exclamation, you dropped your head on his cock until you felt his glans pressed against your soft palate. The delicate surfaces touched perfectly in a sensual caress. 

“Mmmmmnh!” you moaned in approval.

The wave of pleasant sensations that met his hostility had him blindsided and Vegeta outright groaned, bending lower. His fingers spread wide as if he wanted to grab you, but they only grabbed empty air. A split second later he straightened and the back of his head hit the wall with a thud.

You triumphantly sealed his cock in your mouth with a light suction until you felt him fully engulfed. The insides of your cheeks and your tongue pressed on his shaft softly before you squeezed the base of his cock with your hand and slipped off his length with a soft, savory slurp. 

“Ungh…!” you heard a low grunt as his body arched. His hips rocked towards your lips and you gave his cock an encouraging stroke.

“If you want me to do it differently or change something, all you need to do is just tell me, sweet prince,” you cooed. “I'd be happy to please you more.”

“What nonsense…!” Vegeta snapped, turning his blazing stare at you, but the next pass of your hand went over the edge of his glans, which you tenderly squeezed with a seraphic smile, making him choke on air.

It’s just one of his ways of fighting for survival, you thought, running the tight ring of your fingers down his cock. The instant, glib denial of his feelings. Closely watching his reactions, you swirled your tongue around his head, then took it in your mouth until your lips closed under the crown, and began to suck on the plump flesh, carefully pacing yourself while giving small moans of relish. For several long seconds, there were no other sounds than your own sinful slurping, and you tightened the ring of your lips, pricking up your ears.

“Ha-...ha-ah,” a gaspy breath broke from Vegeta, and your mouth watered intensely as if his taste had just gotten much better. You gulped around his cock to remove excess saliva, then sucked him in deeper and gently bit the less sensitive shaft - just to let him know that his exposure did not go unnoticed, but was appreciated. For a single brief instant, the face of the prince lost its tightness only to regain it tenfold. 

“Tch! What the hell is even wrong with you…!” he snarled harshly, his sharp features twitching in the uphill battle for his composure.

Warming even more to his stoicism, you released his girth and kissed the tip of his cock, making a mental promise to be right back, then smiled at the prince, whetting his arousal with short, but vigorous pumps of your hand.

“I just love doing this with you, and it would be great if you could enjoy it, too…” you said coyly.

Vegeta stared at you unblinkingly, his eyes burning holes in your face, but you returned his gaze boldly, putting into it all the fiery passion of your indignation. 

So, he didn't believe you even after all the reasoning you used to convince him? you thought vexedly. I want to earn your favor and find a way under your protection, you recalled your own words, softening. You said that because you wanted to help him find a proper excuse to let his guard down, just a little bit - just enough to stop taking everything with outright animosity and recognize something else in your words than an attempt to deceive him. But even though it did the trick, the evil-intentioned prince, of course, would rather believe the worst than the better… 

And still, considering what was going on inside you, your face couldn't express anything but heavenly bliss. Without taking your eyes off his countenance which was all doubt and distrust, you gripped his cock harder and gave the underside a playful short lick before demonstratively slowly running your tongue over the tip and wagging your hips like an overly enthusiastic puppy. Awareness flashed in his darkening eyes as it clicked for him.

“You… You really want to do it,” Vegeta breathlessly shared the result of his laborious brainwork.

Captivated by his astonished voice you forgot even to roll your eyes. The presented opportunity to build more trust was too precious, and you decided to preventively undermine his further suspicions by ridiculing his incredulity.

“That's what I said! Have you been listening at all?” You batted your eyelashes innocently as your hand rested on the edge of his glans. Before he could bark his way through his predicament, you tightened your fingers and gave his entire length a good, intense stroke. When your eager ears were rewarded by the sound of him biting back a whimpering grunt, you pretended to be deeply concerned. “Seems like it has a drastic effect on your ability to assess the situation…” Another bout of mischief prompted you to tease the prince even more. “Maybe better to stop before it's too late?” 

After the joke fell flat, there was an awkward pause filled only with your accelerating breathing. Too risky, you nervously bit your lip. It was too risky! The thought of hearing as much as one word of approval from him was so tempting, but what would you do if he really decided to end this…? The air got stuck in your throat, and you involuntarily held your breath, anxiously awaiting his answer and desperately wishing you hadn't opened your mouth at all.

"I told you to stop making fun of me," Vegeta finally broke the silence, speaking in a tone of authority. But your ears were not grated by his usual asperity and your heart squeezed sweetly as you exhaled in relief. The prince smirked, making it clear that your reaction had not escaped his attention. "Your compliance is welcomed, but if you think I myself will not find the best place to put my dick in…”

Please, do, you implored mentally as a shudder of excitement ran through your body, intensifying a gentle tingling in the sensitive parts of your breasts and the sweet pulsation in your heated folds. If only you could say it out loud… But even unspoken, your urge was spurred by his determination to keep going, reassuring and inspiring like an implicit admission of how much he welcomed your efforts. You purred contentedly against the delicate skin of his frenulum and noticed how his eyelids fluttered in response. 

Sensitive… This tough, uncompromising Saiyan warrior was so sensitive to your touch that your mouth watered more with anticipation to see what else the pleasure could do to him. Yet, the little imp inside you seemed to derive too much joy from dancing on the edge.

“Why would I doubt you?” you asked as your hand slid from his shaft to feel the weight of his tight balls in your palm. Locked and loaded, you noted thirstily, your gaze flicking to take in the sight before you forced it back up to Vegeta. “Have you ever made any empty statements…?”

His eyes narrowed viciously and an angry gnar swept over the cave. It took you a second to realize that the sound was coming from the prince. From a dull snarl, it swelled into a deep, threatening growl, then sank back into a throbbing rumble. The inhumanness of this sound starkly reminded you that you were not dealing with a mere human man. Oh, oh, oh, oops…! You promptly stuck out your tongue and pressed its underside to his frenulum. Quickly moving it across the sensitive tissue, you squeezed his sack and pulled it just slightly. 

"Sh... shit..." Vegeta uttered in actual words and much more clearly. 

You could barely keep from a gleeful smile. It seemed that as long as his desiring cock was treated well in your hands, he wouldn’t do anything to you while you could do whatever you liked to him, and your heart gave a heavy thump against your ribs. What an incredible power you possessed! It should be used wisely, you tried to cool yourself down, but instead, you were immediately seized by the desire to try this power… And play with it.

"I happen to know the perfect place to put it,” a foxy grin curled your lips. “Let me help you find it…" You suggested in a low, singsong tone, drooling with anticipation. It was simply stronger than you. After all, what if he gets cold outside your hot mouth?

You were not going to let that happen.

Feeling unable to wait for his answer you wrapped your lips around the end of his head and sucked it in slightly, your tongue playing with a tiny, adorably tender opening at the tip. There was more of his taste, and you licked it all off, smacking your lips on his sensitive flesh. Careful to keep your teeth away, you tried blowing him and were immediately drawn into the pleasant rhythm of penetrating your mouth with his silky, warm cock. 

Damn, damn, damn, bounced in your head as you took him in deeper and your movements became bolder, greedier, almost frenzied. Your mouth kept watering over and over and the need to swallow was the only impediment to your sexual onrush. Lewd sucking sounds and vibrations you produced as you slurped the excessive liquid made his cock throb while the molten lava flowed through your loins, quickly bringing you to the verge of moaning…

You needed more. More.

Eyes closed, you tried to fight your unchaste impulses but felt like this battle was lost before it even started. Having just enjoyed the thrill of confirming your success in pleasuring him, you immediately wanted to take it higher - to hear a real recognition of your merits from him, expressed in his own words, spoken by his own voice…

It will end badly, you attempted to bring yourself to your senses. It will end badly for everyone.

Don’t.

Popping your mouth off his cock you smacked your lips, then inquired cautiously, 

“So… How do you find it?” 

Adrenaline surged through you, sending chills through your suddenly sweaty body. It couldn't be too hard to just report on your condition, right? He, as a soldier, should be used to that, you tried to reassure yourself, hoping for your reason to overpower your growing anxiety. After all, it's in his own best interest…

Vegeta furrowed his sharply defined black eyebrows, making a visible effort to focus his wandering gaze, then frowned even more when the meaning of your question reached him.

“...Acceptable,” he replied shortly, looking down at his cock rather than at you.

You blinked dumbfoundedly, startled by such an answer. Not knowing what answer you expected from him in the first place, still, you felt that this was not that. In confused disappointment, you huffed at his cock as if it was somehow its fault and the stiff flesh swayed in front of you slightly as his abs strained from the sensation.

“For someone calling himself the master of lies your body is surprisingly honest,” you remarked, amazed at your own intrepidity. “Are you really such a good liar? ”

His eyes finally zeroed in on your face.

“ How dare you…!” the Saiyan prince snarled, wrathful sparks in his tone ready to fly.

“…Because you certainly taste like one,” you quipped in a penetrating undertone and ran your slick forefinger up over the top of his glans, then down over the underside. Grinning at his momentarily glazed gaze, you clarified, “I feel your pleasure on my tongue.”

“How about not asking dumb questions then?” Vegeta shot you an annoyed look before directing his eyes to your naughty index and middle fingers, which playfully clawed the upper side of his shaft’s base.

Damn it! You wanted to pout but snorted instead. Score one for the prince! But once you started moving along the chosen path, it was not easy to knock you off it. Since he practically admitted that your caresses were too much for him, you’d better change tack, you thought devilishly, sending your fingers to dance around his head. You’ve already grown quite fond of the gentle sensations on your fingertips and indulged yourself shamelessly, imitating the loving licks of your tongue and soft pinches of your lips with your frivolous touches. 

Flirting with his cock you knew you flirted with danger - with a ruinous doom in a hot, sensitive wrapper. The doom that nevertheless looked melting and vulnerable in your hands, you mused, feeling the heavy beating of your heart reverberate in the most remote corners of your body. Starved for emotional fondling and tactile caresses to such an extent that it scared even himself, provoking sharp defensive reactions, Vegeta literally begged to be well taken care of.

Good that you were here to help him.

Having dallied with your fingers in such a disorderly way to your complete satisfaction, you followed the urge to tease him more purposefully and wrapped your hand around the beginning of his imposing girth. Smiling warmly, you watched with exaggerated attention how your thumb moved back and forth over the taut strip of skin under the head of his cock, making sure to keep the touches light while bestowing him with a more intense stroke every few passes.

Vegeta huffed and puffed, grunted and mumbled something very unintelligible and very discontent under his strained breath, but didn’t say another word to you. Even when the moisture under your fingers began to dry out and you leaned to his crotch, he did nothing -  just tensed all over like fine steel with the veins bulging all over his body. You ran your wet tongue around his head slowly so that you could properly moisten him, and paused, letting your hot breath brush his skin, then repeated to feel the delicate surface better. Smiling happily at your work, you leaned back and returned to your entertaining finger play, causing the stifled groan of frustration to escape the prince's lips.

Hehe, you internally sneered, wistfully gazing at his cock like at the most desired forbidden fruit while plotting your lustful urges further. His unwillingness to acknowledge his pleasure was playing into your hands - while he was putting all his energy into fighting himself, you could revel in the feeling of power over an evil, ruthless, but incredibly sexy warrior with complete impunity.

And yet, he was so lusciously tasty, you admitted with desperation, feeling hot shivers run down your spine, fighting the chills. Spreading over your skin, they enkindled your body and exacerbated the sensations in your drastically disregarded pussy, making you squirm in place. His dark personality made Vegeta so sinfully spicy you could do very little to fight the carnal desires he invoked, but going through and thinking over all the scraps you've managed to learn about the prince of all Saiyans, you suspected that there could be more to him than this darkness, and you couldn't wait to test that guess by immersing yourself in his world to find some light in it. And if there was none…

…Then to bring it with you. 

But he still had to give you the answer you craved. Unlike Vegeta, you knew perfectly well what you wanted. Too bad that in order to get this, you had to act so carefully. It was excruciatingly painful to resist your desires, especially since you knew - you were sure you knew - that they would benefit you both.

Actually, some people say the only way to rid yourself of temptation is to yield to it, suddenly surfaced in your mind to your immeasurable relief. You definitely needed to check if it was true.…

And make him fall prey to your seduction. 

With your lips puckered against the tip of his cock, you took hold of the base of his cock and searched the gaze of the Saiyan prince. Looking him deep in the eyes, you slowly lowered your mouth on him, allowing his hardness to break the seal of your lips so that the tight pressure rolled down his impressive length. In a single intense throb, it gained respectful vigor, followed by slow, subsiding pulsation and you felt a tickling of the blood inflowing through the veins of his cock under your lips. 

"Unhh...!" His gloved hands grabbed your head unexpectedly roughly, making a jolt of excitement run through your body, but Vegeta eased the hold before you could even gasp. "Do this again." 

You trembled with a surge of adrenaline as a great wave of exhilaration washed over you, almost taking you under. 

I don't know if I would be able to stop if you told me to, flashed through your head as you held back violently, struggling to win at least a modicum of control over your feelings while waiting for his cock to calm down on your tongue. You could not just obey - you had something to fight for. The next moment, you pulled back, letting his hard flesh slip out of your mouth.

"When you ask for something..."  you began suggestively.

"Get your mouth to work…!" Vegeta barked harshly, staying still except for breathing heavily on the verge of panting. 

You shuddered all over and almost lost it. He badly wanted you to keep going. Your pussy clenched so tightly and sweetly it felt like a tiny orgasm, and you let out a ragged breath. The way this man made you feel... 

Sinking your head deep into your shoulders, you feigned a beaten puppy look. The inner corners of your eyebrows rose woefully and your work-worn, swollen lips trembled as you looked up at the angered prince, uttering a thousand pleas with your eyes only.

For a moment, Vegeta ceased breathing. Then you felt his fingertips brush your cheek, and with an uncertain movement that felt like his fingers lost their way on your face, a loose strand of hair was tucked behind your ear.

"I... ugh..." He tried to say something, but faltered before the words left his mouth. Curious to hear what he had in mind, you encouraged him, slowly moving your tongue over the underside of his glans, drawing little eights and butterflies with the narrowed, firm tip.

The prince closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, burying his fingers in the hair behind your ears, making your heart leap in your chest. He liked that. His hands met the skin of your head in an honest, unreserved touch. You shifted your legs just slightly to relieve at least a bit of growing tension between your thighs, and winced, suddenly aware of how uncomfortable your knees were on the hard, rocky floor of the cave. Not that such trifles could stop you. 

It was nothing. 

It was fine.

You focused completely on what you were doing to make all the distractions fade away. The cock you worked on was hot, slick, hard, and needy… At that moment, nothing in the world felt more important, and you wholeheartedly lavished him in your kittenish caresses while to you every pass of your tongue felt like a sign of devotion.

Without warning, Vegeta rocked his hips forward, as if intending to push into your mouth, and you withdrew instantly, taking an outraged look just in time for it to clash with his riled gaze. Before he could snap at you, you cooed softly,

“I just need to know that you truly want this to happen.” 

Explaining, you let your lips stretch into a sincere smile but made an effort to keep it subdued. If you had managed to understand anything about Vegeta, it was that his life among ruthless, sadistic creatures that made up Frieza Force taught him to beware of any strong signs of emotion. The guileful prince was no angel himself… Of course, if you are very cunning, you will have a guarded heart and thoughts of suspicion regarding all matters and all people, you ruminated. Even aliens seemed to be no exception to this rule.

Gently and gradually, without provoking strong defensive reactions, you should have made it clear to him that you were not like those with whom he was used to dealing.… That he didn't have to intimidate or force you.

All he needed was to tell you.

Vegeta kept holding your head in a vice grip, and yet it felt cradled in his hands. It was truly remarkable how, with such power, he could operate so carefully… Your human fragility for him was probably comparable to the fragility of a soap bubble, and yet this bubble did not burst at the touch of his fingers. His flinty, steel-eyed stare, which could make some of the bravest fighters you knew turn into trembling little girls, was fixed on your face as if understanding what you were thinking about at that moment was of the utmost importance.

It seemed that by putting so much effort into unraveling the mystery of each of the smiles that you gave him, and not finding any foul intentions behind them, he was gradually letting go of his wary, aggressive attitude.

“I told you clearly what to do, did I? Do not make me repeat myself,” he grumbled, stressing out words. But compared to his usual manner of speech, they sounded so steady it put you at ease. There was no hidden threat. No hostile warning behind them. 

He simply expressed what was on his mind.

“You didn't tell me, you… yelled, ” you sobbed, convulsively catching your breath. Shimmering with the whole spectrum of emotions, like an iridescent spray of water droplets in the sun, you didn't need much to switch to the pertinent tune. You really tried your best. You've already done so much for him without asking anything in return, and he...! Having yourself thoroughly pitied, you blinked rapidly as the stinging tears assailed your eyes.

Dirty trick, you thought with a pang of conscience. But all's fair in love and war.

“I... always speak like this,” Vegeta frowned, but for once the lines of his face looked more puzzled than angry.

"Yes,” You swallowed your self-made tears. “I've noticed…" Inhaling deeply, you resolutely pursed your lips, knitted your eyebrows, and inhaled deeply, as if you were gathering your courage. Vegeta seemed to catch the full weight and importance of the words ripening in your chest and waited in breathless silence. Allowing the pause to drag on just a moment longer than necessary, you blurted out, “You're talking to me like I'm your enemy!”

Deep down, you knew it was justified. Unfortunately, you had already seen his… colleagues on the shop floor. 'With friends like that, you don't need enemies', they say. You desperately hoped you wouldn't get to see them and relive that mortal terror ever again. Most likely, you wouldn’t, you thought with coward’s relief, since Vegeta had already taken care of most of them…

Remembering his feats of arms, you couldn’t help but feel the frisson tingle all over your body. His combat skills were impressive, but his heart contained so much hatred towards his fellow comrades… If the prince lived his life surrounded by detractors, taking everyone as an enemy did make sense.

But then and there it was just the two of you. It didn't matter what had happened on Earth - what really mattered was what was happening at this moment. 

At this moment, you knew you were not the same as before, and surmised that Vegeta was not exactly the same Saiyan that came to ravage your planet. 

At this moment, he sought immortality, which meant that his goal had changed, making it evident that he was capable of changing and evolving… just like you. Just like any human being was.

At this moment, your feelings for him were abloom.

He couldn’t not see it, you smirked against his cock with some amused contempt. Enemy, huh!

“Are you… not?” Vegeta asked, his tone revealing a barely perceptible touch of uncertainty.

The what!? Your breath caught in your throat and you looked at him with eyes wide from agitated confusion. A multitude of thoughts revolved rapidly in your mind, endeavoring to find some solution until it finally struck you. But precisely! Not understanding what you were doing, he couldn’t interpret it correctly and realize what it all meant - your feelings hadn't reached him yet! How was he supposed to know that since you were intimate with him, you didn't consider him an enemy anymore?

Stupid!

But if you didn't consider yourself his enemy - then why did you keep fighting him? You bit your lip, aware of the answer, and so upset with yourself. He dragged you into this power struggle by provoking your persistence with his defiant behavior, and you… you just fell for that. Like a fool.

For him, it was all new and unexplored. He wasn't supposed to lead you. 

You were supposed to lead him.

Aaagrh, damn it! you mentally cursed. You would have slapped your forehead if Vegeta hadn't been holding it in his hands together with the rest of your head.

In that instant, you wanted to hug him so much. To kiss every feature of his stubborn, proud face - ever so stern, but not that cold anymore. Your whole being was straining at the leash with your heart clawing out of your chest to openly explain your true feelings, to dispel all his doubts.

But would he even understand it?

No, you objected to yourself, with someone as distrustful and guarded as Vegeta, the words wouldn’t help you. You needed something much better, so you put your palms on his thighs, kneading the tense muscles and drawing circles on his skin with your thumbs.

It was only then that you realized his body was not resisting you. Awed by this discovery, you pressed your fingers harder into his legs, and your heart began to pound faster from the feeling of his yielding flesh. If he had infused himself with even a bit of his ki, that seemed as natural to the fighters as breathing, you would never be able to graze him, or squeeze… But he hadn’t, and your eyes stung from real, emotional tears.

“I would never want to do anything harmful or unpleasant to you… Vegeta,” you heaved, careful not to breathe out your soul along with his name. “That’s why I need to hear your true desire.” You leaned your forehead against his thigh and looked at him humbly with one pleading eye, inhaling his scent and whispering against his skin, “Not the one of your body, but the one of your own.”

Somewhat awkward, as if unintended, his hand moved swiftly to shield his flushed face. But this time he didn’t break your mutual gaze, peering at you through his gloved fingers like a trapped animal from a cage.

You could tell it was hard for him to accept. His breath puffed out noisily, his eyes became more and more hunted as you continued to stand on your knees, looking up at him, expressing your admiration and respect with every ounce of your being. I would never want to go against you, your heartstrings strummed while your body sang along merrily. Not because I fear you - but because I love you.

“Please,” you wheedled soundlessly before licking your lips moist and pressing them to the tip of his cock. Sucking it in with your tightened lips you tasted more of his oozing precum and hummed in delight, feeling yourself heard and encouraged. Sliding your lips to the neck of his cock, you darted your tongue to apply a wet, warm touch on his frenulum, staying at it a little longer than necessary to simply stimulate, then drew there a little heart.

Trust me.

The strong throb of his flesh got your attention and made your mouth water, beckoning you to satisfy your lickerish hunger. You caught his head with your lips, enveloping it in tight warmth before slipping off with a loud smacker that echoed lewdly through the cavern.

“Mmm,” you moaned praisefully. Closing your eyes, you took him back into your raring mouth, and your fingers brushed their way up his leg to encircle the base of his cock while your tongue played wildly on all the sensitive spots you discovered so far.

I love you… With your caresses, you wanted to convey the words you had forbidden yourself to say. But it was still not enough, and you shifted your legs, daring to get even closer to the Saiyan prince until his white boots were tucked between your knees.

I love you. You started stimulating the length of his shaft with your hand while sucking the nice, domed top of his glans, his impending release an engorged, pulsing steeliness under your fingers. Pressing your tongue to the underside, you did your utmost to ensure he fully felt the intensity of your passion and the power of your desire to bring him bliss.

I love you!

“Uhhh… uhhh… uhhh…” Vegeta breathed loudly, his strained panting sounding like sweet music to your ears. “Damn it!” he suddenly swore, and the world around you moved.

Without a sign, without a warning, your head was grabbed by the corners of your jaw and pulled away from his cock faster than you could blink. One moment you did have him in your mouth, and the next one you did not. 

It took you a moment to realize what had happened before your swollen lips curved disappointedly. You were so… Meaning, he, he was so close. Fatigue in your muscles made you sigh in disgruntlement. The hot moment of pursuing your goal had passed, leaving you with tiredness but without the desired result, and you weren’t sure you could continue in the same spirit any longer.

He stole your victory, flashed in your head and you swallowed hard through your tightened throat as you felt the wave of resentment rise within you. Vegeta clicked his tongue and pulled your face up to him, exposing you to a consuming firestorm raging behind his eyes.

“Tch! Woman, you are not stupid, are you?” he lashed through his furious breathing.

Frowning uncomprehendingly, you tried to shake your head, but being restrained by the strength of his hands, you by all means just couldn't. Overcoming the animal fear of his anger - splashing so close and directed straightly at you - you carefully placed your palms on his gloves. Vegeta jerked his hands away instantly, freeing you from his rough grip.

“You're the only one who hasn't stopped watching me since I cornered your pathetic earthling team!” he shouted, violently clenching his frightening fists. “Around you, I always have to keep my eyes open and ears alert, and that tongue of yours…!” He snapped his jaws shut, biting off the rest of his speech with his cheeks dusted pink. “Ugh, why don’t you understand simple things then?”

Although his reaction hurt your feelings, you did your best to conceal it. From the way his pulse quickened, from how his muscles bulged, rolling under his taut, sweaty skin, one could tell that his struggle was real. The prince stopped you not to make things more difficult for you, you realized - at that very moment, he seemed to be voicing his thoughts, seeking your help, which he could not ask for directly. So you set everything destructive aside and carefully pieced back your mind and composure to be the person he could rely on in his time of need.

Finding an approach to this alien invader from a warrior race seemed unrealistic, impossible to you once. Not like it could stop you from trying, and now every tiny chink, every little crack in his armor revealed something new, some parts of him that seemed to be still alive under his tough, deadly shell. Connecting to these parts you felt the real bond starting to form between you and the prince. Your heart fell out of rhythm, both thrilled and afraid to believe it.

With Vegeta, miracles seemed to await you at every corner, both wondrous and throwing off balance. But one thing you knew for sure.

You were not going to let him down.

“It would be much easier if we could read minds, wouldn't it?” you asked him in a hushed voice - soft as not to provoke his defensiveness, yet firm enough to prove your tenacity. “But I can't… Can you?”

The prince took the hint and his nostrils flared wrathfully. For several long minutes, he seemed to be embroiled in the fiercest internal conflict, and you stayed silent and motionless, not daring to take a spare breath. You provided him with all the weapons you could, but some battles are meant to be won alone. 

It was the only way for him to truly accept the victory.

“I was used enough by Frieza and his henchmen!” Vegeta finally exploded, but you could tell this explosion was controlled. “I let them boss me, mock me, demean me,” the words shot out of him like rapid ki blasts, painful and bitter. “...Humiliate me”. His teeth gritted. “I have no one to be mad at but myself,  but I will never let anyone else do that again!”

While not quite understanding what this has to do with you, you could sense his distress. Your features instinctively took on a compassionate demeanor, and you extended your hand to him in a gesture of comfort.

For a brief second, his lips drew back in a silent snarl, and his canines gleamed threateningly in the dim, wavering light pouring through the skylight holes in the cave’s ceiling. Your arm fell and you froze, trembling with the sensation that you had unexpectedly found yourself amidst a dense minefield.

“Vegeta…” you felt him tensing even more at the sound of your voice, and bit your lip. Luckily, your courage and sense of purpose had not left you. “Do you feel humiliated… with me?” you asked, your heart skipping beat after beat as you looked into his aggressive dark eyes, like the ones of a cornered animal.

Your question seemed to take him aback.

“...No,” he drawled, deep in thought. “No!” the prince repeated with confidence. “Pfft, that would be something utterly ridiculous,”  he snorted - probably just out of habit because his face bore no trace of fun.

You refused to respond to his goading, keeping your attentive, inquisitive gaze on him. Your eyes fastened on his, and Vegeta sighed heavily, then dragged his hand down his face with an exasperated groan.

“Uh, ummm… Agrh, shit…!” Vegeta muttered under his breath as if he had forgotten how to speak, and every word was coming to him with incredible difficulty. “It’s actually rather... the opposite,” he finally choked out. His breaths shallowed into short, rapid gasps and he closed his eyes to take a deep calming breath. “But it’s… It’s not… It doesn’t feel… Ugh!” The prince grunted and fell silent as if suddenly feeling the weight of the fetters binding him.

It doesn’t feel right, he wanted to say, stopping himself a moment before the word left his mouth, but it was too late. The realization hit you both simultaneously, yet unlike you, whose heart sank, Vegeta looked shocked. And, just one heartbeat later - furious.

The powerful prevail over the powerless. The strong abuse the weak. Ugly laws of a society based on the rule of force pressed heavily upon him. When you managed to show him your growing power over his body, which he simply couldn't deny, melting in your warm mouth, his subconscious began to perceive you as a threat. 

The air burst out of you soundlessly, leaving you on your knees wide-eyed and stunned. Utterly ridiculous indeed.

But was it even his fault? you kept thinking. He just didn't know any better. The only way for him to derive pleasure from the strength of others was in combat. As for the rest, he didn’t expect any good.

Unwilling to break the thin thread of connection between you and the prince, you didn’t take your eyes off him, peering into his countenance and hoping desperately that sympathy and pity wouldn’t seep out of you too much to make offense. But judging by how his features sharpened, darkening, your ability to hide your emotions has failed you. His lips tightened and he grimaced.

“Get that look off your face, woman,” Vegeta snapped somewhat innocuously, dropping his hands. “Don't think you understand anything about me.”

You lifted your plaintive eyes at him and put your hands on the insteps of his boots, your upper arms pressing your breasts together to form an eye-catching cleavage. 

“But I want to.”

In response, the Saiyan prince raised his proud chin high, looking down his nose at you critically. His arrogant eyes scintillated with cosmic clues you wish you could read through all the nebulae clouding his mind, yet you held his gaze boldly. He introduced you to the piece of his darkness, and, committed as ever, you decided to meet it with light. Smiling, you let the curve of your lips hint at playful, but kind mischief - a banner of your excited determination and unwavering spirit, which he should have already been well familiar with. 

Gradually, his countenance cleared.

“I am used to keeping everything under control,” Vegeta growled through his teeth, an effort to hold his voice down evident in every sound he released. “It's the only way to survive - the only way to win! One mistake, one tiny slip, and it will be all over - I’ve seen it too many times. That's what my life is.”

You slowly tilted your head, frowning.

“Do you think that immortality will help you break this vicious circle?” you asked quietly. He blinked hard, his eyes opening wide with a gust of puzzled surprise.

“W… what!?” 

You shut your eyes and turned away, slightly shaking your head in dissent. 

“And you seem to truly believe that…”

His teeth clacked.

“What are you…” he began, but his anger seemed to be on a short leash this time - he must have really valued your insights while also keeping in mind not to scare you… You shuddered with barely contained glee - he could learn and change indeed, and he was doing it right in front of your eyes! A rare and valuable quality for a man...

You didn't have the patience to let him finish.

“Nothing! It’s nothing, nothing, nothing, it’s not important right now!!” you blustered, tugging at the edge of his battlesuit around his knees, then took a deep breath and softened your voice to make up for your emotional outburst. “What’s important is that you don’t have to worry about all this with me. Just let go!” You released the tight fabric and it hit his legs with a provocative slap.

“You know nothing!” Vegeta retorted. “How should I do this and keep things under control? Every time I tried to let go and just be, I was severely punished!!” He pinched and rubbed the bridge of his nose, then ran his hand through his hair, explaining much calmer, “I learned this lesson the hard way, and I will never allow myself to repeat my mistakes. What you're doing… ”

“I get it,” you deadpanned, straightening your back and folding your naughty hands in your lap like an exemplary lady. The lack of a shirt must have spoiled that impression, but Vegeta didn't even seem to be paying attention, his thoughts revolving around something else entirely as his breath burst out of his throat and he swallowed,

“You… do?”

You looked at him with a focused face. Neither encouraging smiles nor tension-relieving jokes would have had the same effect on him as realizing that he was being listened to, taken seriously, and understood.

“It pushes you to go against your survival instincts, violating your hard-earned life principles,” you stated your guess. “I wouldn't be able to relax like that either.”

He exhaled sharply as if a heavy weight dropped off his shoulders.

“But that doesn't mean I'll back down,” you raised your finger, your lips quirking in a predatory smile as if on their own. Recognizing a shade of some appreciative excitement that brightened his features, you chuckled and grinned even wider. “So, what should we do?”

That seemed to catch him off guard.

“We?” he frowned before one of his brows jumped questioningly, making you giggle.

“We,” you nodded earnestly then.

Vegeta was silent for a moment, as though at a loss for words. His hand rose slowly, and a whitish spot froze at the edge of your vision while you couldn't take your eyes off each other. His fist clenched and unclenched with a soft creak of extraterrestrial material, sounding somewhat unsurely. A heartbeat later, he exhaled sharply and quickly pulled off his gloves, dropping them to the stone floor somewhere and leaving his princely hands bare. His rough warrior fingers traced your jawline as he reached for your hair and stopped there, idly twirling stray locks as if lost in thought.

Suddenly, he cupped your cheeks with both hands, bringing your face closer to his to look you straight in the eyes, a daring smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as his thumb brushed your lips.

“Let me figure it out.”

Your eyes rounded, your breath hitched, and your palms turned sweaty as you felt both over the moon and scared stiff... But you couldn't deny it made sense. He wanted to regain some control - to be in power, to feel his own strength in the field he had never conquered before. Seeing him genuinely unable to give in to pleasure, you realized there was more to it. ‘Strongest’ was not just a matter of superiority for his ego - it was his zone of comfort. Something he needed to find to feel safe before he could relax. 

Any human being also strives for comfort and safety, you ruminated. You could understand that, and you felt that you understood the alien prince better and better with every moment you spent in front of him on your knees.

…You could probably let him.

A wave of intense heat rushed over your skin to your face, this time not subsiding, but continuing to warm and tingle your body while your heart fluttered in your chest with anticipation of indulging in the forbidden pleasure of surrendering to a powerful enemy after a long, exhausting battle. A very hot, handsome, gifted, and capable enemy, you thought, throwing a lovesick, tender look at his tempting cock, but an enemy nonetheless. You didn't feel completely safe with him yourself. 

“But you…” you hesitantly tried to voice your objection, uncertain of the assurances Vegeta could provide.

“I will be careful,”  was his immediate rejoinder. “You've shown me enough.”

That’s not it! you internally yelped, chewing on your lips, worrying much more about losing your head. Just as you were about to keep on protesting, his fingers ran through your hair, much like what you showed him before, and rested on your head, applying light pressure and massaging your skin. Taken by surprise you failed to hold back a purr, and your eyelids fell close as you enjoyed his caress, giving small moans of pleasure.

“See?” The hips of the prince bucked forward, pressing the tip of his cock to your lips. “Now open your mouth.”

You dawdled with your heart ready to jump out of your chest while the tip of his head poked into your tightened lips softly as if asking for permission to gently ruin your throat. You loved his smell, you loved his taste, the sensation of having him on your tongue was exquisite, and his persistence... A shaking, sweet groan of relief escaped your conceding lips as they parted.

The grip of his fingers on your head gained strength. Losing no time, Vegeta pushed himself in, and before you could come to your senses, half of his manhood was going in and out, rubbing on your accepting tongue.

“Oh, yes, yes, damn it…” he grunted, and shoved his cock deeper, almost touching the back of your throat, but quickly withdrew, sucking air through clenched teeth as if he had to force himself to stay only as deep as you took him before. “Hold it like that, unhhh…”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the prince, wallowing in the state of some enchanted arousal. Overwhelmed by visual, auditory, and sensory stimulation, you entered the relaxed state of giving only known when someone else takes from you. 

You didn’t have to act. You didn’t have to think.

All you had to do was hold your mouth tight and enjoy.

When he put one of his hands on the back of your head and the other one trailed from your cleavage to settle under your chin, you mewled around his length. If you let him in deep enough, he would be able to feel himself moving in there. You wouldn't mind seeing if he'd like it… Vegeta reacted to you immediately by speeding up his movements, his hands now feeling like they were pulling you on his cock. 

“Nnngh! Mmmngh!” you complained just for show, shooting him a glare while slowly succumbing to the force of his intentions and barely restraining yourself from openly moaning, which undoubtedly would destroy the image of a fragile earthly woman afraid of being harmed by his immeasurably greater power.

“Uhhh… uhhh… Don't give me that look,” Vegeta gritted between greedy breaths, his hips rocking towards you, his hands not faltering for a second while confidently guiding your head on his heated flesh in pursuit of release. “You wanted it, did you?”

You lowered your eyelids, acknowledging his rightness and at the same time as if attempting to shield yourself from the shameful truth, then pursed your lips around his thrusting shaft. Such a demonstration of submissiveness could not go unnoticed. A low, drawn-out moan broke from the prince’s lips and his cock throbbed, getting impossibly hard while his breathing and movements became ragged and sloppy.

He was close.... too close to finishing. Too close to ending your moment of intimacy and coming out of this awkward situation victorious. But what you got didn’t feel nearly enough anymore - you'd managed to get a glimpse of his real self through the growing holes in his armor, and a feeble, daring hope for something entirely new and amazing filled you with irrepressible emotional excitement.

He had a lot to offer, but you still needed more. Him whole. It would be either a brimful victory or worthless faint-heartedness.

You had to do something.

Gently placing your left hand on his pubis, you encircled the base of his cock with your fingers. Vegeta showed no signs of objection - on the contrary, the additional stimulation seemed to increase his ardor - and you started squeezing him slowly. Harder, harder, was beating in your head as his heavy cock kept penetrating your mouth. But will your strength be enough?

Tenderized by arousal coursing actively in his blood, his pulsing veins gave under your touch just in time. Despite his vigorous thrusts, the tension in his cock stopped building. You waited a few moments and decided to take extreme measures - pursing your lips around him tightly, you loosened your fingers every time he pushed into your mouth, then relaxed your lips, squeezing your fingers hard when he left to prevent the blood from returning into his stiff, overly engorged flesh.

If he gets the slightest suspicion of what I am doing, I'm so done for, you thought, watching him with doe eyes while moaning softly with each inward thrust, and diligently slurping with each outward one. But for all his cleverness, Vegeta lacked the experience and knowledge of his own body to understand what you did… Under your actions the blood slowly drained from his cock, easing his sexual tension enough to deny him release. He made a few thrusts, grunting in strain to push himself over the edge, but it didn't happen. His eyebrows only twitched slightly before some uncomprehending frustration flashed across his face and his movements slowed down, taking a rhythmic, but no less pleasurable tempo.

You managed to achieve what you wanted - the prince's breathing gradually evened out, and the softer rocking of his hips allowed you to feel and enjoy his unsatisfied, insistently throbbing flesh much better. The pleasure gradually replaced the guilt for your little trick... After all, you didn't hurt him - just delayed his culmination a bit, winning yourself a chance to have much more fun in return. Besides, you thought rapaciously, he'll experience more and his pleasure will be much stronger too.  

If he would deserve it.

You felt powerful again and, galvanized, lurched forward to finally feel his plump head pass the base of your tongue and press against the back of your throat. Vegeta gave a startled gasp and jerked his hips back sharply, but hit the wall. At the same moment you threw yourself forward and your mouth was on him again. Your hands gripped his thighs when his length breached your throat, making you choke. 

“Bloody hell, warn me before, haah… Aaah…!” 

The reflexive tightening of your pharynx pulled an abruptly stifled moan from him and you repeated it again and again as he started to thrust. Scarcely able to think straight, absorbed by the needy movements of his hips, you worked your mouth around him in your chase for more signs of his pleasure.

Your chase…?

The violent beating of your heart rendered your perceptions so doubtful that even when his sleek cock penetrated your ravenous mouth and you were momentarily satisfied feeling him coming so close to invading your throat while listening to the lustful rhythm of his noisy breathing, you couldn't trust yourself to answer one simple question. 

Who was fucking who here?

At first glance, everything seemed so obvious - you were taking from him what your heart had craved and yearned over for so long without the least hope of possession. Every twitch of his cock, every little hoarse moan that came out of his mouth, every drop of his precum  - they were all yours, just for you while he resignedly accepted what you were willingly giving him. But at the same time, knowing how strong and short-tempered he was, you knew that if he didn't like what you were doing, he wouldn't tolerate it for a second.

Vegeta was obviously having pleasure, and the deeper you found him in your mouth, testing the limits of acceptable, the more you felt like he was using you. There was an obvious, natural dominance in his posture, in his grip, as well as in the glances he occasionally cast at you.

Not like you expected anything less from the prince of all Saiyans. 

But no matter how much you liked him, having this scoundrel thinking that since you were giving, he was in charge here, tickled you the wrong way. He still hasn't told you what you had asked for. With a dissatisfied, muffled growl, you drew your head away, slipping out of his grasp and releasing his flesh, but all your thoughts were forestalled as you took in the sight. Your mouth fell slack as you stared at his cock, moon-eyed and speechless.

His whole length was so hot that steam billowed from it in the cool air of the cave and the emanating warmth touched your face, caressing your flaming cheeks. Or was it your own heat that responded so readily to the need of the man standing in front of you? You slowly ran your tongue over the cooling underside of the glans. He would feel so much better back in your mouth…

But you were in no hurry to warm him up again.

“Had enough?” you asked slyly.

“Not even close,” the prince growled impatiently in response. “Get back here.”

His fingers twitched as if he intended to grab you again, and you leaned back further, tilting your head to narrow-eye him with unveiled disapproval.

“You're abusing my trust.”

Vegeta scoffed nastily.

“Your trust? Are you insane to trust an enemy?”

“Such things require trust,” you retorted and suddenly stumbled, realizing that you were talking to his cock instead of his face, and huffed, raising your gaze. As you stared into the attentive black eyes of the alien prince, in which you could no longer imagine the same contemptuous hostility with which they once looked, another idea overpowered your instinct to argue.

“Do you insist that we remain…” you asked breathlessly, astonished at your own audacity. “...enemies…?” you finished, forcing yourself to hold his heavy look and find out the truth, whatever it would be.

How else will you know if there's hope…?

The malignant confluence of his pride and ego came ablaze, reflecting in the fierce glare of his eyes, and your stomach twisted. For one long moment, you felt like your covers were burned to the ashes and he saw your true self, having discerned this fragile, gentle girl within you, who simply desired to be loved...

But you knew that instead of making that girl weak and vulnerable in her striving, this desire turned her into an indomitable force, providing the unbendable spine of determination.

Because you have to fight for the good things in life.

“I know what to do,” you pointed at his cock with your hungry eyes, unable to resist a small swallow as your mouth began to water again. “And I’ll happily take it from here. All you have to do is to ask.”

His razor-sharp stare pierced through all your facades, absorbing your countenance for him to digest. Hyper-focused on reading you, he didn’t let the smallest detail escape, exploring you while you were exploring him.

He saw through your ploy, no doubt. The offers were paired - refusing one thing made senseless rejecting the other. But even cornered like this Vegeta didn't feel threatened, because both options were good and the choice was all his. Your life was in his hands - what else could he be wary of, other than breaking the fetters he has grown too used to and learning something new about himself? 

Oh, the temptation.

His features twitched, changing, morphing, transfiguring, not stopping long enough to form any particular expression, but slowly becoming more and more alive, revealing his true visage. Watching him intently, you mentally begged him to think faster, and Vegeta looked as disturbed about what he read in your face as he was attracted to it.

“How… amusing," he finally drawled in a flat, level voice. "I know that you’re playing me, and yet..." 

You raised your eyebrows at him and the world around you seemed to stop turning as you waited with bated breath, full of desperate hope and excited anticipation. The prince chuckled and his usual scowl suddenly softened into an adorable, crooked grin. 

"I will to play along".

Your heart leaped, taking wing.

"Please," his deep, resonant voice demanded. The stunning sound made you suck the air with amazement, sending shivers running all over you from your ears, set aflame by this confirmation of his neediness, down to your toes which curled in your boots from aroused delight. Your heart pounded on the verge of exploding while your clit was bursting, pulsing so strong and so sweet you felt like one proper touch could have you undone.

You wanted this so much.

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“At once, my prince,” you smiled at him, full of unbounded rapture and hungry gaiety. 

He did this, you mentally rejoiced. He actually did this! The transformation of his surly face, as if forever bearing the imprint of irritation and rage, into an expression of profound interest and urging anticipation affected you far more than you could have foreseen. Having something the Saiyan prince desired so much turned the awkward water treading around the sexy source of a deadly threat into a completely different dance.

Now you knew that if you were careful, genuine, and persistent, you could get whatever you wanted - even from him. It spurred your courage and your… appetite.

Slowly bringing your lips closer to his cock, you let your breath touch it, and saw your growing hunger reflecting in his dark, bewitchingly shimmering eyes.

The request you squeezed out of him - in fact, the recognition that you were more than just enemies from this point - was still hanging in the air, charging the atmosphere with feelings yet unknown, but exciting. You could tell that the cruel warrior prince was unlikely to expect grace from his enemy, and you couldn’t help but wonder… 

How will he treat you if you no longer fall under that name?

Who were you to each other now?  

You weren’t sure you knew it yourself. By calling him ‘your prince,’ you mixed all the cards, and judging by his desirous, but confused look, it wasn't easy for him to rearrange the gears in his head.

What could this mean coming from an Earthling? How far were you gonna take it? How much could he get from you? You felt like you could see the thoughts flashing in his eyes like a slideshow, and the frisson of danger bracingly tingled your skin, especially so between your legs, which you had to shift to find a better position for your poor knees.

Unconcerned with the minutiae, you were focused on things much more important. Will you manage to get everything you want from him before he decides it's his turn to claim his share of fun? His powerful body, every cell of which exuded intent, didn't leave you many options to surmise whether he would. He got a taste, and he will get the full meal, you more intuited than guessed. Later… or sooner.

A piercing thrill caused a violent clench to your pussy, tearing a moan from deep within you. Before the prince could take advantage of your parted lips, you stuck out your tongue and gave his glans a wide, wet, sensual lick, inhaling hungrily. Mmmhm, this tangy smell, his spicy flavor… You were far too aroused to control your body’s reactions, but you couldn’t let Vegeta take it as a chance to have his way with you.

…At least, not yet, you allowed yourself a little indulgence, smiling at him playfully as you repeated the lick.

His gears needed some good greasing before they started turning again, a roguish thought crossed your mind, and you swallowed so as not to choke on your eagerness. The longer you can keep his interest, the more you'll get for yourself, you formed your plan in your head, barely refraining from purring. By showing him everything you were capable of, you could make him embrace your power over him and let him experience something only you could deliver. No one in the whole Universe would do it the same way... 

Yes, you mentally asserted. Only you. 

Only for him. 

“Aaah-…” feeling fully prepared, you opened your lips. “...hum!” your hot mouth fell on his cock, completely engulfing his shaft. You slipped off slowly, then sucked him back in your mouth, this time just halfway, but faster and making the tender tip of his head bump into your folded tongue before proceeding further. It created soft resistance that his manhood could conquer every time your head lowered on him, as if bowing down to his Highness.

You could hear Vegeta grunt tensely, could hear the low groans born in his chest to burst out of him under the strength of the sensations, could feel his cock twitching from the base in your grasp to the very tip in your mouth, but your game was too good to get distracted. You closed your eyes, focusing on your movements while inventing more ways in which you wished to please him…

Once in a while, you felt your drool escape the corners of your mouth, trickling down his length. Then you would pop off his glans with the lewdest of sounds to lick him clean all around, not wasting a chance to use the tip of your tongue to tease the edge of his crown and his sensitive frenulum, making the prince suck in air through his teeth.

Oh, what was his masculine, pleasure-filled voice doing to you? It was amazing to feel the jolts of warmth hit the depth of your loins when your caresses made Vegeta sound especially loud, as if poised on the brink of a massive eruption, leading you to a question you never happened to ask yourself before.

Was it possible to come solely from aural stimulation?  

You seemed to be slowly discovering the answer, feeling the little firecrackers of pleasure explode inside you with increased intensity every time his voice reached your ears. The same deep, rich timbre you knew, but filled with keen pleasure, sounding needy, almost plaintive… The agreement you reached seemed to change the game rules for him, too, and now the prince fought not against his sensations but against mental blocks that obstructed him from achieving release, which you still controlled tightly with your confident fingers, unbothered by qualms of conscience.

After all, it was his fault, too, that he was so delicious, revolved in your hazy mind. If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be down on your knees, losing your head who knows where in the inconceivable vastness of the cosmos…

Soon, your neck and your jaws started to ache from strain and fatigue, jeopardizing your plans. The proud curve of his sizeable cock had grown so hard and unbendable that it was indeed a challenge to keep the set pace. Less is more, you decided promptly, and before Vegeta noticed your struggle, you changed tack. 

Instead of trying to take him as far as your quick tempo allowed while keeping your lips as tight as you could, you started skipping deep thrusts, limiting yourself to sucking only the glans to let you both catch your breath before plunging almost his whole shaft in your mouth, every time unexpectedly, without any system or count. When you felt it was time.

The sound of his stertorous breathing fell pleasantly on your ears. His body couldn’t prepare for the sudden burst of sensations since even you couldn’t tell when the next one would come. The mighty, proud prince was defenseless and so, so vulnerable to your touches… Enthused, you pushed him inside a little too hard, and the tip of his glans touched the back of your throat.

“UNGH!” A strong, stifled groan echoed through the cavern, bouncing off the stone walls.

Stealing a glance at the prince, you saw his whole face animated and twitching with his eyes shut and his lips writhing back, baring his clenched teeth.

Hot. Interesting. Arousing. You repeated the deep thrust once more without skipping. 

“FFFUCK…!”  Vegeta swore hoarsely, his veins pulsing, his gasps ragged and shallow, his body glistening with perspiration and rippling with strain. “You said you know what to do, and now my brain is about to melt! Shhhit…” He propped his brow with the heel of his palm, his face a sweetest fusion of pain and pure bliss.

It was simply too perfect. Impossible. Irresistible. 

Stopping was never an option, but going like this, even your grip wouldn’t be able to hold his thick, throbbing desire much longer. Quickly assessing your power, you felt it only increasing as Vegeta turned more responsive, feeding your lustful eagerness. You could still do much more to make this time unforgettable, so you switched to comfortable, steady half-thrusts, your focus shifting to the unengaged part of his crotch. 

You’d already learned that he liked your touch there, and the forefinger of your idle hand boldly traced the cute little seam of his sack before you laid your palm on his tense and tight balls. Playing with your fingers, you lovingly caressed them, rubbing, squeezing, and pulling - gently at first, but gradually getting carried away as all your desires mixed together into a heady love potion in your bobbing head.

You were doing so well, you thought pridefully, slightly tightening the ring of your lips to feel the tender edge of his head give in to the pressure on every pass. He must have been in seventh heaven.

Next thing you knew, Vegeta hunched forward with a throaty half moan, half whimper - you wouldn’t believe he could make such a sound if you didn’t hear it yourself - and his cock twitched so violently that you froze with your heart skipping along in your chest when you thought you had failed…

But you didn’t get to taste defeat - the shot was powerful, but came out utterly blank. Still holding his glans in your mouth, you licked his frenulum carefully to see if it got oversensitive like it should after release. The prince didn’t show any reaction, chuffing in a fierce fight for every strained breath. You raised your uncertain eyes to meet his vacant, fixed look. Vegeta was clearly somewhere else at the mo…

“For fuck’s sake, keep going!!!” he suddenly barked, fixing his dark eyes on you and making you jump on the spot, slurping off his cock in startled panic before his ruffled appearance made your playfulness take the reins. 

“I thought you said that your brain…” you started, encoding sportive curiosity with a tiny tilt of your head and the tip of your forefinger pressed against your quivering lips.

“To hell with it, damn it!” the prince lashed, his impatient frustration a balm to your lovesick heart. “Just put it back in your mouth…!” The blood rushed into his cock and the force of this flow defied the inhibiting power of your weak human fingers. “Now!”

Your eyebrows jumped up. All was definitely not lost yet. You pointed your finger at him. 

“And when you ask for…”

“Don’t test your luck, woman,” Vegeta cut you off in an icy, threatening tone that didn’t suggest any rejoinders. He squared his shoulders abruptly and pushed himself off the wall to loom over your shrunken form with a wide-open, consuming gaze directed straight at you. 

D-...Did you go a bit far...? raced through your mind as you swallowed nervously. You couldn't move, you couldn’t breathe, and though you didn’t feel yourself being properly scared, you could only sit stiff, shaking in place like a late autumn leaf. Running or resisting would have been completely pointless, but…

But who would even want to run away from a depraved, wet dream becoming reality?

You realized that even despite your petrified state, your hand was still gripping the base of his shaft, and suddenly, you had to stifle a chuckle. The subconscious part of your mind was clinging to his cock no less fiercely than conscious… Your fingers twitched, and a shade of amusement flittered over your features, instantly relieving your tension and breaking the freezing spell.

He couldn't reason you out. He couldn't scare you away.

How could he not appreciate such committed zeal? you asked yourself mentally with a challenging smile on your face.

The next moment, Vegeta closed his eyes tightly under a deep frown and grunted, throwing himself back into the wall so hard the stone cracked behind his back from the force of the impact. His eyes snapped open, zeroing in on you.

“Don't delude yourself into thinking that my patience will last,” he warned you, his mouth set hard, his glare burning into you as if to cauterize whatever caused your misbehaviour. “For your own good.”

You huffed and pouted, your body still slightly trembling from the sharp adrenaline surge. The lesson of politeness didn't seem to settle, but with him looking at you like a raging bull on the red rag, you didn’t have much of a choice other than to show at least some reluctance, demonstratingly slowly opening your mouth to…

Suddenly, another appealing idea struck you, and you stopped, clamping your jaws so abruptly your teeth clacked - earlier, than his cock could get there. Vegeta growled in utmost annoyance, his look growing feverish as his arms jerked, his fists clenched, and his eye began twitching. Still, the sheer excitement spreading over your brightened face seemed to buy you more time, and a broad, joyful grin stretched your lips.

“We don’t want any harm to come to you, do we?” you crooned. “Consider it a training so that your body could get prepared…”

“Nonsense!” Vegeta exploded, slashing the air with his hand. “Don’t feed me that bu-… Uh!” You wasted no time sucking him in and he gurgled on words, but recovered quite quickly. “That’s just another one of your… Dddamn…!” Starting with only the tip, you set a hurried pace, every time taking him in a bit deeper, making every thrust an instantly fulfilling promise of more. “Just one of your… Urgh! What do you even know about… Unhhh! Traini… Ghaaah! Fuck!!” You could swear that for one brief instance, when his breathing hitched, his knees buckled.

It was too much fun. You knew from the start that the cunning prince couldn't be fooled easily - you felt how he watched you, seeing through each of your little, innocent tricks. And still, trying to figure you out and get as much as he could from your encounter, he let you play your games under his strict control… Or so you lured him into thinking. 

Now that he realized you were winning this game, he found out he just couldn't get himself out. The mighty prince of all Saiyans… Preyed, cornered, and trapped.

Yours to enjoy.

“Umf!” you hummed around his length, pressing your jaws tightly together with your cheeks hollowed while squeezing his sack just enough to feel out the pretty, oblong swelling of his testicles. Holding them carefully in your palm, you probingly touched his perineum, drawing little circles on the taut, delicate skin. This little stunt went unpunished, encouraging you to push your finger harder and harder, until the spot was reached. His length began throbbing, and his breathing broke into a mess of erratic gasps.

“Woman!!” Vegeta blared, panting. “Uh, uh… How the hell do you do this!? This is insane! You are insane!” He dropped his head back, gritting his teeth until he had to unclench them to let the air into his heaving chest. “Don’t you dare to fucking stop now!!”

You rolled your eyes, glowering at his chiseled, turned-up jawline over your stuffed cheeks, and slipped your mouth off his cock to plant a surprise, loud smooch on the underside of his glans, making him shudder and tuck his chin down.

Hmpf, look at him like that, you thought peevedly. Ordering you around as if he knows better! You sank your head to the base of his girth and raised it leisurely, quickly see-sawing your tongue across his length from when your fingers squeezed him to the very tip, which you softly munched with your lips. 

It was your pleasure, your heart, and your creativity that you put into this act, and you caught the fire with the idea of proving to the mighty Saiyan that you could make him see stars in a way that didn't imply using exceptional speed or great strength. 

The slightest graze of your teeth on such a sensitive spot made Vegeta shudder much stronger and stare down at you severely as if about to erupt with displeasure about your disobedience. Beaming blissfully, you returned his look in silence. Absolute - but so telling.

 It lasted only for a second or two until you noticed him swallowing thickly without emitting a sound besides the huffy noise of his breathing. Instead of giving voice to his anger, he pressed his lips tightly together and shoved his hands behind his back with one hand cuffing the wrist of the other.

What did he see in your face? you wondered amusedly. Was it this easy to read you, or was his trust in your skill already that high? Your athirst gaze fell on his cock. Once again pleased by the beauty of this wonder of nature as if designed to be savorly sucked, you swirled your tongue around the dusky rose glans before going on with your plan and trailing wet kisses down his length to his balls, deeply inhaling his scent. 

Delicious. Perfect. Breathtaking. Every inch of him.

You licked one side of his scrotum, then slowly took it in your mouth, ball by ball. Under strength of his arousal they were pressed so tightly to the base of his cock it took some gentle lip work to draw them down into sack. Carefully working your tongue, you settled them comfortably inside and sucked on the whole thing just slightly. Mmm… The taste of the prince's skin there carried an intense, potent flavor that made your mouth water again, and you had to slurp and gulp more than once before you got used to it enough to stop drowning.

Vegeta gave an intrigued hum, watching you from above with lively curiosity, a familiar smirk of superiority already back on his lips. Blasted Saiyan, you thought with playful irritance. He should have watched his face better! So shamelessly enjoying your hard work… A rush of lust ran over you, swiftly converting into a gush of sleek fluid between your legs. Umf! you stifled a moan with his balls. It was impossible to relax with him for a second! 

The prince took the undue pressure with dignity, allowing himself only a tiny wince of his eye. You momentarily lowered your eyelids to show him your awareness and eased the hold of your mouth, slowly loosening the ring of your fingers on his pulsing base. They long needed a break, and a good opportunity had just presented itself…

You sent your fingers flitting lightly over his cock, purposely making the contact easy and slack, barely giving any pressure with the light, teasing strokes while your mouth pretended to devour his testes and your naughty finger kept pressing the bundle of nerves behind his sack. Сoordination and pacing pulled your focus away from the swelling itch in your loins to give your all to the prince, who grunted and groaned, his arms wrestling each other, his muscles bulging and twitching as if he was putting every ounce of his power and militant spirit into mastering the training you offered.

He took it seriously, you realized with a throb of your heart. Why, why did he have to take everything so seriously? How were you supposed to stay tough on him?

All his harsh orders returned to your mind, cooling you off a notch. The fact that your caresses evoked an emotional response from him was so palpably true, yet the ambiguity and sharpness in his wording didn't sit well with you...

It was high time to assess how much he liked it, you thought predatorily and flicked your tongue, stimulating his scrotum while your fingers kept softly pumping his cock, sure to brush your thumb over his frenulum on every pass. Seeing his eyes glazed and half-lidded, you confirmed that he didn’t need the most intense stimulation to get high from your touches... Gentle caresses worked just as well, conveying your warm feelings for him, and your fingers, moving lighter than the wings of the butterfly on his stiff shaft, together with your fondling of his ripened balls and perineal area, seemed to carry his mind to the world beyond clouds.

He deserved it, you thought affectionately. Up to this point, he had fought harder than anyone. And still, you wanted to hear his assessment, so you slowly released his sack, your lips pinching it slightly on parting.

“How does it feel?” you asked in a flowing silk voice before sucking his balls back in your mouth to play with them while your fingers gently squeezed the edge of his glans, your eyes glued to his face.

“Ugrh…!” Vegeta grunted, apparently having already learned what would happen if he didn't respond or spoke harshly. The bridled pique in this sound told you he didn't want that unfortunate course of events, and you internally chuckled. The pleasure had become your trusty weapon, which you were not shy of using, while the strength of his undermined hostility diminished from one touch to the next. 

After all, he willed to play along, didn’t he…? you recalled, your eyebrows raising expectantly.

The Saiyan prince bared his teeth but for an instant, then shook his head, his face clearing.

“It… It feels like…Uhh… Like you’re working on everything… at once…” he wrenched out of himself, making your heart quake with a mix of disbelief and joy. He really tried to tell you - he was really trying to describe how he felt! It was simply too cute to hear… But still, it wasn’t quite it, and you stopped.

“What the hell, woman, keep go...” Vegeta snarled, no longer holding his ire, yet apparently too drunk on sensations to stay intimidating and sharp.

“But is it good?” you asked, innocently batting your eyelashes.

His brows quivered, as if he was about to scowl, and you quickly put his whole length into your mouth to pull it out slowly with a good airtight suck. The back of his head hit the rock in grave silence, and you bit your lip to contain your bursting laughter. Luckily for you, his eyelids were squeezed too hard to notice your amusement, or… or he simply chose to ignore it. Instantly emboldened, you released his cock with a pointedly obscene popping sound.

“It has to be at least good to keep me going, and actually, it must be even better,” you turned up your nose. “Tell me this, or tell me what to improve. I can’t wait to taste more of your…” You couldn’t help it as your tongue ran over your bottom lip. “...pleasure.”

His eyes snapped wide, his ears flaring up as a fresh flush spread down his body.

“It…It can't be that you're talking about… what I'm thinking,” the prince choked out.

“And what are you thinking about?” you asked with dove's eyes and a gentle smile. Your hand began to tortuously lightly pump his stiff length while your thumb teased the underside of his cock’s neck with feather-like touches.

Vegeta opened his mouth a few times, but every time closed it back, looking increasingly more petulant than rageful, obviously struggling to voice his thoughts. 

Your patience was also far from saintly, even more so with how worked up you were. You bit your lip and let it slowly slip out from under the graze of your teeth, as if fighting your impure desires, which nevertheless appeared much stronger, then rounded your mouth. A drop of sweat rolled down the prince’s forehead, and you almost smiled before giving the corner of your lips a few little taps.

“I want you to come here.” 

You could have sworn that two thin jets of piping hot steam whished out from his flaming ears.

“Woman…! This…! This is…!!” 

“…Indecent?” The archly smirk playing on your lips made him curse.

“Oh, damn it! Yes, yes it is, but now I fucking want it, too!” Vegeta grumbled exigently, his voice rough, his look tough, his whole appearance screaming that he was anything but conceding, yet you could tell that he himself knew the truth, and the fiery spark in his gaze betrayed his awareness of your understanding. “You are so going to pay for this!” he seethed. “Give me your dirty little mouth… this instant!”

“No way it’s that good…!” Your overawed voice was unshakable. 

His eyes roasted you alive, but his mouth sounded much more reasonable.

“This… This is good enough. I almost… Tch, ugh!  Just keep going, I…” he averted his darting gaze, as if too ashamed to look you in the eye, his cheeks ruby red. 

How could such prudishness and dominant pride coexist in one body? you mused, admiring the view. What a miracle of creation.  

“I think I'm almost there,” Vegeta finally muttered under his breath, and his cock began pulsing more demandingly, but at the same time quite steadily, as if making a false promise to behave.

Not before I let you, sweet prince, you mentally cooed. Your heart danced in your chest, eager to reward him forthwith, but you were resolute in your striving. This Saiyan brute was making great progress, and the rush of inspiration from such fabulous success gave you the most delightful idea of how else you could… help him.

One more thing that fascinated you about Vegeta was how openly he always expressed his negative feelings, not letting them poison him from the inside. He didn’t care what others thought of him - if he was angry or even in the slightest discomfort, everyone immediately knew about it… Not because he couldn’t endure the hardships, you ruminated, recalling his exceptional stoicism, but probably because he saw no reason to.  

Unless the issue is worded aloud, no one will take action to address it, right? you asked yourself rhetorically. His certain… expressiveness aside, this part you could understand. But what you refused to condone was that if he was pleased, he didn’t let anyone know, which only left his animosity for the people around to perceive, eventually leading to more fear and repulsion.

This was what you could influence to attain balance with him, you concluded. You had to show him what a pleasure it is to make someone feel good and get a clear, undisguised confirmation of it.

Too focused on the prince and your endlessly entertaining coup, you underestimated how much heat had built up in your body. The nagging ache of want, coiling in your core, the tingling waves of arousal coursing through your pussy, your soaked undies and thick, sticky wetness between your folds were bothering you for quite some time at that point. Once again, drawing confidence from how well your mind and body worked together, guiding you from goal to goal, from impulse to impulse, from desire to desire, you felt a new plan forming in your head…

Much more daring than ever before.

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You leaned forward, smacking your puffy lips, and earned yourself a sharp, feral-sounding growl from Vegeta. With a reassuring smile, you slid your rested fingers down to squeeze his cock with renewed strength, then kissed the tip, attracting his attention to your caressing touch while surreptitiously gliding your other hand down your belly. Maintaining eye contact, as if daring him to avert his glazed gaze, you slowly sucked in his whole glans and passed the tender ridge, moving further and further until the skin under your lips felt thicker, with full veins pulsing strongly beneath. Smiling your eyes at the prince, you bit his rigid shaft. Lightly.

His eyes widened, and his hips jerked towards you as he growled again, the sound coming out of him hoarse and ragged, as if involuntary. 

Good, you mentally praised yourself. He seemed to like it rougher. 

You smoothed the bite with your tongue and started sucking him off fervently, messily, with selfless abandon. Then, once you were ready, you sank your teeth deeper into his flesh to distract him from your hand, which slipped under the waistband of your pants to steal a long-yearned touch to your clit.

It was so wet in there.

“MMMNF!” you moaned around the hot, thick cock in your mouth, shaken by an electrifying current of pleasure that pierced your lovebud and jolted up your spine, making you shudder and squeeze your legs tightly together. “H-hnnn…” a plaintive whimper fell from your lips, which you fought to keep tight.

Strong… Too strong, you shook, astonished, struggling to draw in more air through your nose. These sensations were too much! You've become far too sensitive. 

When you heard Vegeta also stifling a groan, you hoped he wouldn't notice your slip. But with all the practice you've already given him, he seemed to cope with the onslaughts of sensations much better, and before you came round, his gaze cleared, darting down.

In just a fraction of a second, his eyes narrowed. Unmistakably discerning your naughty move, the prince sent your attempts to be secretive down the drain. 

Your blood ran cold and hot, and instantly cold again before your body gave up, breaking a sweat.

Damn it!

You pulled back and off his cock, gasping, wheezing, your heartbeat skyrocketing. You clearly needed to catch a breath. Or two. Or three. But it just didn’t seem to work under the intense look of his perceptive black eyes. How much did he see? you couldn’t help but brainstorm nervously, seeing the strange shadows dance in their depths. What did he think!?

Vegeta didn’t give you much time for cogitation. His gaze, heavy, charged, and deliberate, traveled between your legs to where the clinging fabric shamelessly revealed the outlines of your hand. A flash of awareness in his eyes sparked your excitement and caused another bolt of sweet tension in your loins to go off, making your clit pulse violently under your fingers, begging earnestly for more of your touch. 

There is something about being caught, darted through the raunchy jumble in your head, prompting a corruptive thought - did you really have to keep fighting? Could you just surrender, scream about how badly you want him, and extinguish the flames of sweet torture by giving yourself up to fate under his powerful body…?

A heavy upsurge of heat ripped another whiny exhale from your mouth, and you panicked. It must have been more than enough for the vigilant prince to get an idea of how hot you were burning inside.

Feeling exposed, you swiftly expelled your perilous thoughts and tried to come up with a distraction, but it was too late. His eyes seared you with a fresh gleam of devilish fire, making you pull your hand from your pants, as if caught in the act… Which was basically true, but still made everything worse.

Good grief, could you be any more stupid!? you swore inwardly, calling yourself all the names under the sun. To make it work, you had to catch Vegeta off guard, not giving him a chance to interfere with your plans… You should have been more creative, more patient, but instead, you did exactly the opposite. Having managed to keep his interest alive for so long, you couldn't let him think this was your moment of weakness! You had to…! You had…!

Ugh!!!

To your utmost frustration, your head was overclouded by lustful fog - thick and impenetrable. Your blood quickly drained from your brain to where your body needed it most, and the mental strain only made you more dizzy the more you kept pushing. 

No, not like that, you mentally chided your agitated mindset. It doesn’t work like this! Up to this point, it was the strength of your desires that empowered you to compete with the prince of all Saiyans. Think about what you want! Keep it up! 

Turning your head from side to side quickly, eyes darting, heart thrashing, you searched the stone floor around. Where… Where could they go?! you thought anxiously, your palms getting clammy from nerves. Ah, here…! you rejoiced. The sight of the white, slightly tattered fabric made you exhale in relief before a voluptuous grin stretched your lips. 

With one hand coquettishly over your breasts, you reached out with the other to take one of the prince's gloves, and cast a cautious glance in his direction.

Surprisingly, Vegeta did not object to such an audacious expropriation of his property. Watching your maneuvers closely, he kept his thoughts to himself, and only his eyebrows betrayed his true feelings, raising slowly as he waited to see the next of your contrivances.

Curious, huh? Unbeknownst to yourself, a conceited little smile sneaked onto your face, making his heavy eyebrows jump even higher, bringing out the genuine astoundment of a usually unflappable alien warrior. 

Okay, this is fun, bubbled up in your mind, and you tittered before some inner barrier has broken down inside you, and you giggled openly, no longer caring to hide your amusement. The Saiyan prince was so enticing. Nothing felt more exciting than pushing the boundaries of what was allowed, taking cautious steps to expand them, and exploring how far he would let you go… Your emotions reflected instantly in the tiny smize of his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitched upward, stealing your breath.

A smile, you realized, amazed. His smile. Small, but genuine. Shining only for you.

Speechless, you froze, not taking your eyes off this miracle - like a celestial phenomenon that can be observed only once in a few ages.

It becomes him so perfectly.

Your feelings were so deeply stirred that tears came to your eyes. Not only did the prince not take advantage of your obvious weakness, but his reaction… Subtle, yet honest and warm, it encouraged you to continue much more than you could have imagined, confirming that his perception of you was indeed changing in response to your endeavors to reach him.

You've never been so moved by a smile in your life. 

“Vegeta…” fell from your lips. How did he manage to play your soul’s strings like that?

Prolonging the pleasure, you felt harmonizing with the prince more and more with every minute of your intimate contact, and you could tell that it was not you alone - Vegeta also seemed to be starting to comprehend your behavior better. Now, you thought, he could understand it. Now, he knew it wasn’t meant to take from him or cause him harm. The contrast was stark and made your heart flutter merrily. His developed tolerance towards you was opening up so many unseen yet horizons… 

Feeling the return of your cheerful confidence, you pressed your precious trophy glove to your chest and gave his glans a good suck to show that his generosity wasn’t taken for granted. Mmm. His skin there was so unbelievably delicate, soft, and smooth… Something you could not stop enjoying. Stilling for a moment, you gave another one, quick and spontaneous, born of your brimming affection. A token of thanks. Vegeta grunted softly, and you saw his chest puff. Aww… 

Every little thing matters, doesn't it? you thought with tenderness. Craving for an attitude towards himself that would be worthy of his pride, he couldn’t help but jump hungrily at every display of admiration you showed… And you weren't very good at holding back, you self-confessed resignedly. But maybe it was for the best.

Maybe it was something from which you could benefit both.

Finally finding a good excu… Ehm, a good reason to let your emotions go free, you showered kisses on every part of him you could reach. His cock, his abs, the skin of his hips… The more you gave yourself to this seemingly simple act, the more you felt Vegeta unstiffen, wind down, and breathe better. Constant sensual reminders of how sincerely you wanted to make him feel good tamped down his hostile caution over and over again as its manifestations proved to be more impeding than useful.

You could hardly believe that it worked… But it did.

He wasn't shouting, snapping, or ordering you around anymore, nor did he try to stop you. Instead, his receding tension was giving way to something more pleasant, which he learnt to embrace. To enjoy. Maybe… even develop a taste for.

 But was it even wise? twitched in your befuddled head. Was it wishful thinking? Did your mind create something that was not even there…?

Your throat seized up, and your chest ached as the icy hand gripped your heart. You didn't want to think about it, you realized in a moment. You didn’t want to think about it at all.

Later, you pleaded inwardly. Not now. 

Just not now... 

Struggling with your abrupt fit of anxiety, with the fear of being completely wrong in your judgments, with the horror of making a dreadful mistake and letting everyone down, condemning all of them to death, you turned to the nearest living creature - you leaned into Vegeta. Instinctively seeking solace, you pressed your face against the top of his thigh and rubbed your cheek against his taut skin, looking fawningly into the prince’s eyes, as if seeking protection from your disturbing thoughts. 

Not because it was right… But because you needed it.

Taking in more of his smell - strong, deliciously heady, salty-sweet, and immensely alluring - you couldn’t resist breathing deeper, and soon were enveloped by a firm sense of safety. 

Unreasonably. Incomprehensibly.

Why? He himself was a source of threat.

You closed your eyes. Without your volition, your body began to relax, your muscles becoming soft and sluggish, your eyelids growing heavy, unwilling to open. The stress that hadn't let go of you from the moment your spaceship landed and you discovered that the planet was full of murderous enemies and challenges far beyond your human capabilities, was gradually dissolving. 

Chemistry, you assumed in a few good inhales. Pheromones of an aroused Saiyan man. His kind must be capable of it… But, your restless mind did not give rest, but what was his body trying to tell you? And why, you took another deep breath, feeling a pleasant stretching of your expanding lungs. Why did it feel so good…?

Then your heart dropped.

Did he do it on purpose? This guess made you inwardly shrank. Was it a ploy devised by Vegeta in retaliation for your antics? 

…It could be.

The blood drained from your face, and your hands turned cold.

But if so, could you still handle it? you racked your brains, fending off panic. What if it was too late and you were already entangled in his snare? Your heart sank lower and lower, to the very pit of your stomach.

Suddenly, a comforting weight pressed on your head from above. Surprise snapped your eyes wide open, and you raised your face at Vegeta, who held his heavy hand on your hair, looking down at you with such an expression that it made your skin tingle all over your body. His softened features spoke warmth, his look was calm and steady, with no intention of invading your mind to find out what was going on inside, but full of favor instead... A gentle breeze of hope teased your rattled heart.

A game of imagination, a tiny voice whispered in your head. Lustful hallucinations.

Your fingers twitched and clutched the glove's dense material.

No, you tossed your head up decisively, straightening. No, you didn't imagine it! He, so powerful and hard-headed, truly came to like your caresses. Although not aimed directly at the goal, they still served his pleasure, building more anticipation, allowing the prince to savor the sight of you and enjoy your presence, at the same time conveying the sincerity of your desire to be there and touch him.

It took you a moment to realize that you couldn’t meet his gaze. Charged with carnal sensuality, it wandered over your naked form... So honestly open and possessively bold - you could feel it roaming your skin, claiming part after part, but made no effort to hide from his eyes. The intensity of these sensations reminded you that visual stimulation was just as important as physical, so you leaned slightly to the side, the movement playful and seductive, giving Vegeta a better view of your curves. 

His cheeks glowed the most charming shade of pink as he realized that he’d been caught staring. The next instant, his snoot was so high that his head bumped into the wall, and he hissed, throwing you a withering glance which you returned, unsure of what was worse - to avert your face or keep looking at him helplessly, hardly able to conceal the quiver of your treacherous lips.

The proud Saiyan prince stared you down for a while, his eyes growing harder, his mouth twisting unkindly. Wondering if he'd snap at you, you were almost waiting for this reaction, ready to face the expected… And yet, the flicker of denial was gone as fast as it came. Vegeta breathed out slowly, as if to control the sound as it was released.

You two had already come so far that there was no point in putting up obstacles, was there? you mused, watching him. Was this stoic facade worth the loss of pleasure that was already at the tip of his fingers? 

The prince seemed to have found the answer for this, continuing to devour the eye feast you offered with undisguised greed. Your face, your neck, your shoulders, your breasts…You bent forward more, flaunting your behind, and instantly noticed his gaze sliding down your back.

He did savor the sight indeed. 

When your eyes met again, you recognized more in them than just plain lust - a glimmer of quiet joy that illuminates the eyes of those whose desires are being acknowledged and fulfilled.

He likes the attention to himself, just like most humans do, you understood with a thrill, discovering another thread of connection with the belligerent alien. Your diligence and effort in showing your feelings began to bear fruit. Vegeta no longer raised his voice at you, trusting your advertence and forethought to deliver him what he wanted… and even what he couldn’t yet imagine to want.

You still got this, you realized, trying to hold back your bursting-out jubilation. He still didn't intend to cause you harm. But all these smells, feels, looks, and emotions...

The tension has reached the flashpoint, and you were not made of stone. 

Losing no more time, you shoved your hand into his glove, feeling the smooth fabric of the lining gently enfolding your skin. Synthetic or not, the outer material carried a light odor of genuine leather that pleasantly ennobled the masculine scent of the prince. 

As if mesmerized, you slowly bent and unbent your fingers to adjust the fit, barely noticing Vegeta's puzzled frown. The thickness of the material concealed the fact that the hand beneath it belonged to a woman… The thought captivated you, and your breath caught in your throat as your skin absorbed the lingering warmth.

His glove. His warmth.

You outright whined under the powerful surge of arousal and butted your forehead into his thigh, breathing heavily on the verge of puling. You needed it. Urgently. It seemed like a little more, and you'd just explode like an overinflated, overheated balloon. 

The emotional blowout helped you to relieve the tension a bit, and you returned your face to Vegeta. The sight of him made all your insides clench once more, sweetly. Demandingly. 

Actually, such games are supposed to be played in solitude, you bit your bottom lip, clinging to the remnants of decency, suddenly shy of your boldness. Were you really going to do this? Right in front of him?

But every second of intimacy you shared with the prince dissolved any doubts that you might have had. Gripping his leg and slowly rubbing your chest on his hard muscles, you could practically feel a fire of mingled love and passion dilating your pupils, raising a scorching blush on your face as your decision matured.

Oh, yes, you so were.

For some reason, your affectionate move puzzled the prince even more, blowing away his perpetual arrogance and causing you another fit of endearment. As much as it confused him, he allowed you your games, taking small steps towards strengthening your bond - steps that seemed like giant leaps for someone as reserved as him, and he took them, still unaware of your true intentions.

 What was it, if not a sign of trust?

Why did you even try to hide your feelings from him? you mentally asked yourself, surprised by your unusual short-sightedness. Did you really think you could control something like that…? This plan was doomed from the start. And besides, you steered yourself in the right direction. Weren't you going to provide him with all the proof he could need? 

He didn't look like he was going to obstruct you any longer.

A wild mess of anxiety and exhilaration, drunk with love and success, you couldn’t wait to plunge into the action - to assure him that he wasn’t wrong about you, to show him how worthy you were of his trust. But before you could move on with your plan, you noticed Vegeta knitting his eyebrows, motionless as he stood, his eyes fixed upon the ground. His mouth was shut as if he was biting down on his lips, his fists quivered, repeatedly tightening - it looked like he was greatly discomfited, but was firmly determined to keep everything to himself. 

No, you protested internally. No-no-no, not like that! 

Even if he let you proceed, no matter how much you wanted to go on, it was important to solve the problems rather than suppress them. Aware that the prideful prince would vehemently deny any suggestion of vulnerability if it were to be voiced, you pressed your lips to the base of his cock for a long, sweet moment before inhaling deeply and looking him in the face.

Come on, your eyes encouraged him softly. What is it? Tell me. 

Your flat tongue started moving up his shaft, but you withdrew it right before his sweet spot was reached, then repeated the teasing lick. I'm not going any further until we figure this out.

You weren't wrong about him, either - Vegeta was not a fool. His perceptiveness and quick-thinking allowed you to speak to him without selecting your words and minding your tone, in a language he was most likely to understand… You licked him in the same manner once more - slowly and carefully, enjoying yourself.

And he understood. His nose wrinkled and his lips twitched for but a moment of tense silence before he raised his face, taking a deep, full-lung breath. Then his shoulders fell, and he exhaled sharply, like a man whose mind was made up ultimately. 

“I don’t understand it, woman,” he heaved hoarsely. “I… I'm not denying that it feels damn good for me, but what’s in it for you? Why do you want it that much…?” 

For a moment, you stilled, eyes wide open. He was probably the only man in the entire Universe who would ask such a question at a moment like this…  But you felt the weight of these words. The world as he saw it was fierce and brutal - it was a world without warmth, a world in which caresses, affection, and the bright sweetnesses of the spirit simply did not exist.

And yet… ‘Feels damn good for me’, echoed in your mind, quickening your blood. He kept admitting his feelings, and even said it aloud. Your eyelids drooped halfway, and you gazed at the prince dreamily, your chin resting against his skin, your shoulders inclining forward as if seeking more contact. This time, it didn’t sound like he refused to believe you or looked for a way to expose your deception… 

It sounded like he was looking for the truth and sought your help in his search.

You had to take several deep, measured breaths, calming the storm of feelings inside you before it was safe enough to open your mouth without blurting out something careless.

“No words can describe what I feel for you,” you replied with all honesty, scarcely able to move your heavy, work-worn lips. “If you want to know, please… Just keep looking at me.”

And you knew he would. Judging by the intense attention on his focused face, there was no way in the world he would have missed this, even if a decisive battle had been fought right in this cavern.

The warrior prince knew the passion for fighting, he knew the obsession with battles… But were there other passions in this world worth indulging in? 

Perhaps in you, he saw the key to this question. Perhaps, in you, Vegeta saw the key to his life - not the life of a tool and a weapon in the army of thugs, but his own life, which could have a place for pleasures like the ones you were giving… What was his rebellion against Frieza if not an attempt to break the cage he long overstayed? Why would he take such a risk to trust you, if not to explore the other side of existence…?

Luckily for both of you, you thought with a tinge of eager readiness, he came to the right woman.

With that, you gripped his cock and quickly sucked the silky-hard flesh into your mouth, drawing a breathtaking, deep groan from Vegeta - an invite, a sensual greeting. Your hand clad in his glove returned to the sensitive softness between your thighs, pressing, kneading, pushing the excessive tension away from your heated folds before you ventured to prod your clit again. Your toes curled, and you whimpered stiffly at the strength of the fantastic sensations permeating you upon contact, even through the layers of clothes.

You’ve waited too long for this.

The thin material of your snug-fitting pants hardly weakened the pressure of your fingers, yet it did not allow moisture, and you could only guess what a slippery mess your underwear really was. A wave of anticipation rushed through your core, tying itself into a slowly twisting knot of sweet tension, throbbing for stimulation. The fingers of your other hand ringed the base of the prince’s shaft securely so that the fun didn’t stop ahead of time, and your mouth already knew the proper approach. Relying on your muscle memory to move your lips steadily back and forth along his length, you’ve enthusiastically immersed yourself in exploring the sensitivity of your womanhood. 

Keeping your tongue strained to provide better friction to his cock, you brushed your fingers over your clit. Oh, goodness, shot through your mind at the leg-cramping intensity of the sensations. But it would’ve been far beyond your human powers to stop. You finally won a chance to take good care of yourself, and were determined to enjoy the fruits of your labor to the fullest extent… Not to mention that the idea of returning to a dangerous and difficult mission while carrying all this sexual tension between you and Vegeta seemed completely unviable.

At that moment, the thought of being parted from his body, of being unable to feel him, was unbearable.

You won't get your mind back until you finish what you started, you realized, feeling no less trapped in pleasure than Vegeta himself. You should have taken every measure to come to your senses as quickly as possible…

It was a challenging task when you had to keep the aroused man in front of you entertained, and yet you wouldn't have traded that pleasure for anything in the world. Listening closely to the thrum of your heartbeat and the lewd sounds of sucking - slurpy squelching sounds combined with your own rhythmic moans - you teased your lovebud lustily, caressing the delicate folds. Rubbing them gently, you drew light, narrowing circles, as if sneaking up to lay a proper touch in the middle, and nevertheless gasped and gulped around the thick cock every time your fingers got too careless and greedy.

Whatever your game caused him, Vegeta endured, but his soft grunts and groans every time your mouth tightened on him didn't make it any easier, causing you violent spikes of arousal. It felt better and better with each pass of your fingers, with each panting breath, with each time his cock stroked your sensitive tongue. 

Was it good for him? Did he like it? You stole a look at his face, looking for an answer, and your eyes locked. The prince held your gaze until his cock throbbed heavily between your cheeks and his blood started pulsing intensely against the ring of your fingers, trying to break through the restraint.

“Dammit… Dammit!” Vegeta growled through clenched teeth. “Don't you have any shame to look at me like that!?”

What shame? You asked mentally, a little confused. Your feelings for him were sincere and pure...  A pure and consonant blend of love and lust. Were you supposed to be ashamed of them...? 

You closed your eyes and savorly sucked him in, fully focusing on your sensations. Stilling for a moment to enjoy the delicious presence of his velvety flesh inside your mouth, you opened your eyes and took in his indignant, disheveled look. He was so beautiful like that… Full of raw energy, which he didn’t know where to put, and emotions he didn’t know how to handle. You could admire him forever.

Shame, you internally chuckled. What nonsense… Oh, you did have an answer for him.

Smiling around his shaft, you teased the underside of his glans with your tongue before shoving him deep enough for the tip of his cock to reach your tender uvula, then swallowed to relieve the slight tickle the contact caused. Mmm…

“Tch, but of course…!” Vegeta scowled as if about to berate you, and you swallowed again, harder. “U-uhhh…”

Even if he tried to say something else, you weren't listening anymore. Your privates pulsed harder and harder with the heavenliest of needs. The touches of your fingers, both soothing and rousing, made all your blood rush downward, leaving you lightheaded. The unsparing pressure of inflowing arousal enhanced your sensations, pushing you closer and closer to peak…

Under the obscene, overpowering impulse, you thrust your hand further into your pants and scissored your folds apart, putting your middle finger in between them to knead your poor aching nub. With your lips parting for breath, unable to hold your trembling body straight for, you dropped your head forward, plunging almost the entire shaft into your mouth, which Vegeta greeted with a shaky groan and his bare hands gripping your head.

You moaned most lewdly, feeling him throbbing so close to your throat while his strong fingers pressed the skin of your head with startling confidence. The tips of his fingers seemed to warm up, vibrating slightly and causing you a completely other level of bliss. 

It was only at this moment that you realized how tense and tired your neck and shoulders were - only when Vegeta made all the discomfort disappear in the amazing sensations his hands bestowed on your scalp. There wasn't much you could do except to retain the prince’s interest by rolling your tongue in playful attempts to push his cock deeper as if intending to swallow him whole… His careful, tingling touches took you to the seventh heaven before you remembered to take another breath. Either your head got overheated from too much thinking, or…Or he knew exactly what he was doing.

And he was good at it. 

Yes, you betrayed this weakness to him yourself, you thought, melting with pleasure. But since it's already happened, you could as well enjoy it. Circling your dripping entrance for more slick fluid, you dipped your fingers into your hole - just barely, to coat the thick gloved fingertips with your abundant lube so it would glide smoothly over your most delicate skin. 

Overcome by ecstatic verve, you wrapped your teeth with your lips, then slowly raised off his shaft, swirling your tongue around the crown. Your lips left the tip for one brief instant before you leaned forward, making his flesh slowly squeeze through your tightened, moist lips. 

Despite the apparent unhurriedness of the caress, the prince's breathing quickened as did his pulse, which you gauged through the heavy throbs of his flesh. It was amazing to feel him reacting so strongly. Recalling all the tricks you found most pleasing to him to unleash the pure lustful chaos on his ability to think and to calculate, you trusted your instincts to carry you while you were about to attend to your own pressing needs.

Licking, sucking, slurping, biting…  Moving in perfect harmony with your inner rhythm, you kept Vegeta busy while playing with your clit in all your favorite ways. Knowing that you could be interrupted at any moment, you still wanted to enjoy the exquisite agony a little longer, to capture in your memory these incredible thrills of intimacy with an alien warrior who looked like anything but a bloodthirsty thug under your caresses. Your fingers intuitively found the right pace and pressure to keep you at the blissful, cusping edge. 

Just a bit more... Just a little bit longer...

 The brushing of your fingers against your folds and the movements of your wrist under your elastic waistband slowly released the light but eloquent aroma of your arousal, sweetening the air. Mixing with the manly scent of the prince, they turned into the most aphrodisiacal fragrance you just couldn’t get enough of. 

He'd already shown a strong response to your smell, you thought with delight. And if your combined scent affected you so much… What was it doing to him? 

There was something primal about it… Something primitive, something uncivil. Yet at the same time, there was also something so genuine and so real - a feeling that resonated with the natural order, with the way things were meant to be, with the way all things function.

Resisting the call that drew you to the prince of all Saiyans was impossible, like resisting the world itself.

Whatever the outcome may be, you will not have any regrets, you acknowledged, feeling how the sense of rightness in what was happening strengthened your resolve and heightened your sensual excitement. Yes. You will go as far with him as fate would only allow you.

And for now, it allowed.

“Hmphhhh! Mmmnhhh! Ummmhhh!” you moaned every time Vegeta entered your mouth. Good, you thought. It was too good. The increasing sounds of your passion made you feel like a real seductress - lovely… and skillful. Hearing the increasing volume of his grunts breaking into delicious soft groans, you knew that he must’ve felt good, too. Very good. Mind-blowingly good.

How did you even manage that, you succumbed to wonderment for a moment, not forgetting to work your mouth while studiously playing your naughty fingers. How could someone so weak affect a mighty warrior prince that much?

Was it your voice? you tried to guess, peering into his pleasure-lost countenance. Was it your face? Was it your mouth, your touches, the smell of you…? 

What did you need to focus on to keep him in your lustful web? What was most important?

All together, resounded inside you without the slightest shadow of doubt, as if ancient instincts guided your thoughts. Everything was important to give Vegeta no chance to avoid the pleasant stimulation of all his Saiyan senses.

Teetering on the edge of paradise, you felt a vigorous strain steeling his cock, and squeezed his base harder. It was still not his time. You still wanted more. To make the game last, you shouldn’t have lingered on one technique for too long - you had to confuse his feelings with a variety of different approaches. 

So you slowly withdrew from his cock with a deep suction, exhaled onto its tip, and stumbled upon the prince’s watchful gaze. He stared at you absorbedly, making your clit, your whole body wanting to explode from the flittering touches of your fingers. 

It could still be bettered.

Words. Words were needed.

“Vegeeetaaaah,” you called out to him, tastefully rolling every sound on your tongue yet trying not to breathe out your soul along with his name. The firm ring of your fingers moved up and down, pumping the base of his girth while your slick fingertips kept dancing between your sensually tingling lower lips.

The prince exhaled deeply, as if blowing all the air from his lungs.

“W... what now, woman?” he heaved tensely, his voice sounding somewhat wary. 

Expecting another ploy, you chuckled to yourself. Well, he wasn't so wrong…

“Say something nice to me, please? My prince?” you asked with feeling, deep and heartfelt. Your body needed it. Your heart desired it. 

Don't let me down, you asked voicelessly, without tearing your gaze off him. Your eyebrows furrowed suppliantly above your hopeful eyes, and all your body language conveyed plea and longing. Don't let me down, and I won't let you down either. 

A sweetening promise.

Vegeta stifled another groan and fell mute, face all scrunched, mouth crooked defiantly. You've slowed down your hand’s movements and leaned to his cock with your mouth hungrily opened. You could have sworn his breath caught in his throat when his glans disappeared between your lips, and your hot breath ghosted his cooling skin. 

Did he really think that you would give up on your desire?

Tightening your fingers on every upstroke to help contain his excitement, you gave a wide lick to the underside of his cock, gauging his reaction, but this time it didn’t seem to do as much as before.

Ugh, no wonder, you thought with vexation. You've been playing with him for so long... Maybe even… too long…? 

No, what nonsense, succumbing to the pleasure of self-indulgent cruelty, you instantly threw your doubts to the wind. It was necessary if you wanted to impress the man whose protection you sought. At first, the idea of asking Vegeta to protect you seemed like a contrived excuse, a desperate attempt to convince him to lower his guard, but now...

But now it no longer seemed impossible - this thought rallied you greatly. Under the onslaught of all the emotions, sensations, and hormones, even the Saiyan prince didn’t seem immune to your charms. Your heart went into a pounding rush, overwhelming and energizing you in a way comprehensible only to those who lost all hope and then suddenly found it again. 

Never give up, your motto flashed through your head. Believe in yourself. Keep fighting where you can and do your best.

This way you win.

 Knowing how to build on even the smallest successes, you managed to consolidate them, and now, inspired by hope and intoxicated with love and passion for the prince, you were ready to fight with triple strength. 

Apparently, it was time to move on to serious games, you decided based on his dulled sensitivity, and repeated the lick, longer, slower, pressing your tongue strongly enough to make him really feel it even through the overstimulation.

Vegeta growled low in his throat, and it was more than enough for you to know that you still had him. Running your tongue over his flesh, you couldn’t resist swirling it over his head to feel the taut fullness of it, to smear your drool over his length to help your hand keep running smoothly. But your lips didn’t lock, and you could only guess how much he felt losing due to his stubbornness.

At that moment, you were already about to forget yourself in pleasure, and even his reluctance began to feel stimulating. 

If he glares at you a little more like this, holding his proud chin so high, flowed viscously through your head, with his eyes glinting threateningly over these furiously reddened cheeks, clamping his handsome manly mouth like that, and his powerful chest heaving angrily, you… You won’t be able to help it, you will just…

Vegeta hissed, sucking in a breath, and it snatched you out of your syrupy musings, a little fright clearing your head enough to focus on him.

“D-damn it…” he swore almost plaintively, breaking a sweat. “W-woman, you know no measure, clearly…” 

You jerked your head back, raising your eyebrows so high it could be called provocative. What was he even talking about…? Not that you lacked understanding, but he could have provided a clearer explanation...

A shadow fell across his countenance, and a stern, fanatical light lit up his eyes. Vegeta clacked his teeth, and his face changed, making an involuntary chill run down your spine. His broad, beautiful forehead that added to his handsome profile, bulged with bundles of veins, his tight mouth downturned, all his features twitching from tension under the pressure of his brewing anger - the view quite intimidating if not terrifying. 

His appearance turned more alien than human once he was driven into such a state, you noted with trepidation. But before you could do something about it, his nostrils flared wrathfully, and he lashed,

“I told you I hate to be played! I hate to be ordered around!!” 

His tone dripped with annoyancу - the prince even craned his head in your direction to fume closer to your ears, but his words rumbled tamely, like a faraway thunderstorm. 

You had really deserved some credit from him, you thought in awed amazement. He cared to keep his voice low.

Internally seething with joy that could have matched his rage, you nodded to the prince as a sign that you were listening closely while your hand never ceased pumping his heavy cock. Increasing the amplitude and speed of your movements, you made sure your wet fingers reached the edge of his pretty, sensitive head. A slight choke broke his speech suddenly as if a lump rose in his throat, before Vegeta managed to force out more,

“I’m… Uh, I’m the fucking… uh… the fucking prince of all… uh… of… all… Uhhh…”

His heavy breathing interrupted him almost every other word. He was so overstressed... With all your heart, with every cell of your body, and with every grain of your consciousness, you felt how necessary, how important it was to make this stress go off of him… Off him, and straight into your…

“Umf!” your lips closed on his glans. With your cheeks sucked in, you slowly took him into your mouth. You were so, so close to taking him deeper… Your imagination was running wild, effectively exploiting weaknesses in your cognition to make you finally break under the heat of your sexual appetite, but you knew you needed to make this last little push. 

For you. For him. Sealing the lock of your lips, you drew back as steadily, feeling how tightly your cheeks were adjacent to the length of his shaft. When you reached the tip, his cock twitched strongly.

Vegeta stifled a groan and fell silent, face all scrunched, mouth crooked defiantly. He huffed and grunted, you saw the rolling strain in his muscles as his fingers clawed the rock behind him, while your lips slid over his cock. Leaving your hand to grip his base, you repeated the sucking once more - quickly, vigorously, and as hard as you could.

“Ohhh-f-FFFUUUCK!” Vegeta groaned, the sound breaking out of him together with the remnants of resistance, which gave his chesty voice an unheard yet openness and depth. With your lips puckered at his tip, you immediately sucked him back in and stilled like this, listening to his labored breathing, which was sweeter for you to hear than a chime perfectly in tune.

Oh, you wished you could do it again… Instead, you had to abruptly remove your fingers from your clit and your thoughts from Vegeta. Focusing your mind on the difficulties and dangers you had gone through, you hoped to ease the intensity of sensations to last longer, but the prince sneaked back into your head through the memory of the terrible fear you all experienced when this malicious bane fell from the sky right onto your heads… 

Did he have to be so dangerous, so fearsome, and so inescapable…? Your clit twitched, and you barely avoided release. Oh, how ready you were to beg for mercy back then! you recalled, trying to control your breathing. Obeying the simplest impulses, you would’ve done it without hesitation, just like… 

Just like you did now - on your knees, and mouthful.

Goodness, it doesn’t help! you howled mentally. The pleasure in your pussy kept pulsing so hard you knew that one more such groan from him and you would be done surely and completely, without ever getting what you had asked for…

Though unaware of your difficulties, Vegeta was far from calm either.

“...Uh ...Uhhh, why the hell does it have to be so good…?” he muttered under his breath. “Tch, bloody nonsense…! Woman… uh… uh… uh…”

“Hmmm?” You drawled, sending the gentle vibration of the sound through his flesh. His gaze burned you. 

“More,” the prince pushed in a tone firm and demanding, that should have made it clear to you there was no chance of him giving in. And ‘if you don't obey, you'll regret it’ - unspoken.

“Hmmm,” you hummed again, as if full of unresolved, serious doubt, pouting around his cock - to let him know that you expected him to do much better.

“Gods damn it! Shit…” he clenched his fists and closed his eyes, turning his face to the cave ceiling as if addressing the heavens themselves while your lips and your tongue massaged his flesh, keeping him aware of the situation. “I hate picking words either…”

You huffed. There were undoubtedly many things he hated, but probably only one that he'd already developed such a strong liking for. You couldn't lose.

With your eyes closed in fear of mistaking, you pulled away from his cock. Palming his shaft from one side, you trailed loving kisses down the other before leaning your cheek against his hip to share a short moment of respite.

On some instinctive level, you felt that you couldn't push harder… That if you overdo it even a little, he would immediately clamp down, finding a simpler solution to his inner conflict - the one to your and everyone else’s misfortune.

Luckily, Vegeta made decisions faster and faster each time, as if all the previous encouragements were pushing him to get another one, and then more, and more - the prince seemed determined not to lose his catch like a hunter on a killing spree.

He sighed in, then out. His jaw relaxed. His fists unclenched. He raised his hands and looked at his palms keenly. 

You could have been alarmed by his posture, which appeared to be a position for focusing energy you’ve seen so many times before, but a moment later, you realized that it was the opposite. The prince was so used to maintaining combat readiness that an effort was required for him to relax and let go of the power that was concentrating in his hands to repel any attack, day and night, anytime. Always.

You suspected, but didn’t truly realize how hard it was for the warrior prince not to hurt you while coping with all the sensations you had brought on him… Yet he persisted, and you felt your trust in him growing.

Before you blinked, his hands were on your shoulders, holding firmly. You instinctively shrank, but his grasp was so gentle that you leaned back and straightened, full of mixed feelings about his behavior.

It was unusual! Strange, and thus - dangerous! your inner voice screamed, but looking into his countenance, you suppressed all the alarms. It was mysterious and full of wonders. 

Vegeta looked at you as if he was really seeing.

Staring back at him with your moon-eyed expression, you saw his lips parting, and his rich voice caressed your ears, 

“I admit that… You do have some spirit.”

At that, your jaw dropped. He could have called you pretty. He could have praised that scent of yours. He could have said that you have a pleasant mouth, after all. He could have complimented literally any part of your body that he had previously examined with such avidity, but he chose the quality of your character.

He chose what was inside.

A shudder seized you with alarming force. You wanted this man. Badly. Cravingly. Deeply. 

Your careening thoughts made it impossible to focus, leaving you very little grasp of what was going on or what you planned to do… The whole world seemed to blur around you, and you couldn't perceive anything but his face, which was brimming with feelings that he seemed finally ready to vent.

 You hurried to snap your mouth shut, but when his hands slid up your neck, cupped your face, and his rough thumb brushed your cheek, you realized that your effort was in vain. You couldn't contain your astonishment.

Wh-…Where did this brute keep something like this? you mentally stammered as the heat of his hands seeped deeper and deeper, unstoppable and unabated. Your skin felt electrified where it connected with his, and another shudder ran through you, much stronger than before, forcing your breathing to break into a gallop. Meanwhile, lost in thought, as if oblivious to everything around him, Vegeta continued,

“I… like that you don't hesitate to get what you want. Even from me.” 

With each word he uttered, with each moment you kept listening to him in stunned silence, his voice gained more and more confidence and haste, as if he hurried to express what was on his mind before it faded,

“I was refused fighting for myself for what feels like forever,” Vegeta spoke hotly. “And I hardly ever thought of it… It took me getting to the death door on Earth to realise what I've been deprived of.” 

For a brief instant, you believed he might have been upset, but his eyes were ablaze with a fierce, combative intensity, and you refrained from interrupting. 

“Then and there, I fought like never before, I felt like nothing could break me, because for the first time in countless years, it was my personal battle.”

The prince took a deep breath and exhaled, his mouth smirking as though he was reliving a pleasant memory. Then he looked potently at you, pulling your face so close that your knees almost lifted off the ground.

 “Can you understand…?”

Your hands closed around his hot wrists, and this time he didn't pay any attention, set on getting his answer. And though you sincerely wished to give it to him, emotions were suffocating you, not allowing you as much as a word out, tightening your throat, making you choke on your tongue and thin air. 

You should tell him, you thought despairfully. By all means, you should tell him!

Swallowing hard, you felt your emotional seizure not letting go, and looked at the prince helplessly. All you could hope for was that he would see the answer in your face, hear it in your heartbeat and your strenuous breathing, and that your fervency would say everything for you. 

Just as you tried to hide your body language from him at first, now you were ready to rely on it completely to convey your true feelings, to which, as he showed, he was not so indifferent…

Vegeta wasn't the only one who was changing, you realized, and the worst thing was that you really liked the way it happened. That you loved to feel open, and that you loved to feel seen.

Keep looking at me, you called for him from the very core of your being.

As if in response to your inner plea, the prince froze, reading you, and this time, you were glad that he could. You were glad that you didn't have to choose the words, otherwise, you would have voiced exactly what he wasn't supposed to hear. But as long as your mouth remained shut, he wouldn't be able to understand the real depth of your feelings.

He wouldn't, you thought with only a touch of uncertainty. Would he?

Vegeta stopped pulling you up and straightened, like an art connoisseur wanting to appreciate a painting from afar. His mouth stretched into an unreadable grin, causing your heart a small stroke. 

“Something in looking at you makes me feel that even I, Vegeta, the prince of the fallen kingdom and a former slave, can get whatever I want in this life,” he continued solemnly. “That I have made the right choice breaking from Frieza's rule. That even someone like me can be… Can be…  Whatever,” he bit off the rest of the speech, but his face brightened handsomely. “It feels great.” The prince hesitated but for a moment. “You made me feel great.”

The heavy assault on your heart left you breathless. Your head started spinning, a buzzing rang in your ears, and you realized that you could really faint. You got what you wanted, but with it, you got so, so much more than you could have expected and could possibly handle. 

What will the others think when they find you sprawled in front of the prince with his pants down? flashed across your mind while you were about to sink to the floor, ready to fall any moment. And still, a chuckle rose within you. If only they wouldn't think anything untoward… 

Suddenly, an orotund male voice echoed through your ears.

“You did well to earn… this honor,” Vegeta uttered. His face took a ruddy hue, yet showing no intention to retreat. “Now I will let you have your reward, so…” He took a deep breath and held it before exhaling, then his voice took on its usual arrogant tone. “Do not disappoint me.”

His inner core and sense of self simply cannot be bent, you thought with deep admiration, and yet a little annoyed. No matter what you did and what developed between you, he would always be himself inside. Push, persuade, please, appease - he will spring back in the blink of an eye at the first opportunity. 

There was something about it, as riling as it was desirable, captivating, commanding respect, and that was what the Saiyan prince was all about. 

You weren't that strong, even if you knew how to create such an impression. Seeking the affection of others, deep down, you were coercible, flexible, soft, while the Saiyan prince, in nature, was hard and unyielding. Despite all your successes, you felt that your genuine intention to please unwittingly adapted you more and more to his desires and needs. 

Feeling weak and exhausted from the intense emotional strain, at this moment, you were on the verge of conceding his superiority.

And Vegeta wasn't going to give you a break, determined to press this advantage. His heavy stare penetrated your eyes in which your consciousness flickered weakly, then his aura burst out of his body, enveloping you both in a vibrant cocoon of his energy, invigorating and adrenalizing. Before you knew it, his strong hand slid to the back of your head, and the prince pressed your cheek against his cock so hard that your eye got squinted.

“Suck it,” he commanded.

For fuck’s sake.

Sitting there, lapped in the waves of his heat and sharing the warmth with his manhood, you savored the moment, finding him all the more miraculously attractive.

"Will you…?" Vegeta pressed on, not letting your thoughts stray.

Yes. Under his pressure, your world suddenly steadied.Yes, yes, yes, yes! You didn’t need more persuasion to refocus on his cock. His voice, his power, his demand… They were cutting your ways out, aiming you straight for the goal, leading you on a path that was easy for you to follow - and it was exactly what you wanted, what you needed. It was like an imperative order for you, which made all the mental and physical strivings of your being converge towards one point - fulfilling your mutual desires that were finally aligned like celestial bodies in a planetary parade.

You couldn’t dawdle, couldn’t postpone it anymore. It had to happen.

A tingling sensation in your mouth quickly spread down your throat, turning into a violent itch you desperately needed to scratch. And was there a better way to scratch it than choke yourself on his cock in a bold endeavor to fully fathom his manly strength?

 Don't you dare scare him, a tiny bell rang in your head, which no one was really going to listen to.

Overwhelmed by lust, in a single swift motion, you shoved him as deep as it would go. Your lips haven't reached the ring of your fingers that hugged his base, yet your whole core contracted hard in response to a rough poke at the back of your throat, forcing you to pull back, while your unruly arousal kept pushing you forward. You needed him deeper, much deeper, pounded in your head, and you kept throwing your head on his cock as if your life depended on it, ignoring any bout of cough or discomfort. 

For the first time, it occurred to you that a piece might be too much, that Vegeta wasn't as dangerous to you as you were yourself, but you were out of control. You knew that you felt good, you knew that he felt good, and it was driving you into a sexual frenzy.

Your fingertips prickled with anticipation, eager to transform all these feelings into pure pleasure, and your gloved fingers came alive between your legs. Everything you felt for Vegeta, everything you wanted but couldn’t say to him, had to go somewhere, and it settled inside your womanhood, bursting from the inside with the desire to come. 

Yes, flashed through your mind, you were really going to do this. Your face flushed hotly. Such things require trust - you said it yourself. But every leap of faith you took with him, as inexperienced and emotionally stunted as he was… he managed to catch you.

And let your gullibility turn against you a million times - still, you wanted to believe.

With a heart overflowing with feelings, you kept sucking him good and deep, pressing your tongue against his flesh but not withdrawing too far - the shaft skin was thicker, less sensitive, and the further you took him, the less you needed to worry about keeping your teeth away, which allowed you to focus on yourself more. And you did. As your fingers kept moving on your clit, you moaned and whimpered, enjoying the sound of your voice, modulated into something incredibly sexy by the heavy thickness of his cock.

What a perfect musical instrument for your symphony of passion, you thought as a quickening thrill of imminent release began to strain your body. 

Not only had your excitement not weakened, but it had intensified along with the acuteness of your sensations. Every tap of your aroused bud sent piercing currents through your body, spreading an almost painful tension and sweet warmth through your limbs. Every stroke was heaven and hell, but the power of desire was so surely overcoming your excessive sensitivity that you couldn’t stop.

The drop of smooth, clear, salty flavor in your mouth caught you unawares, but only crazed you more. His arousal was also growing, and his body was admitting it honestly, releasing more precum in its readiness to achieve the much-desired release. 

This appetizer seemed to cause you an even greater thirst. If it tastes so good, then the main course must be even more delicious, you thought avidly. You needed to taste that, too.

The inflows of hot blood started pulsing intensely between your legs, pumping right into your clit and promising you the most voluptuous release. You threw your head on his cock as if your life depended on it, barely noting how Vegeta pressed himself into the wall. His breathy, hitching moans echoed off the walls of the cavern, feeding your lust. He was so sensitive, so responsive… Were his heightened senses the cause of that? Were you truly the first one to introduce him to this pleasure? 

You whimpered at the thought and then moaned at the next one. 

What will Vegeta sound like when you make him come? 

The fleeting touches of your careful fingers suddenly felt not enough, and you pressed them harder, rubbing the underside of your clit with a forefinger while your thumb was running lightly over the tip whose sensitivity seemed to grow proportionally with your craving for release.

As your body started to lock, the control of it slipped out of your hands. Unconsciously, your fingers squeezed him harder and harder, your mouth tightened on him more and more under the pure force of your pleasure. Feeling your pussy clenching around frustrating nothing, you dipped your fingers in your hole just slightly, just enough to reach your sweetly aching insides... 

For one long moment, all your muscles were stiff, the severe tension - electric. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t see, you couldn't even breathe. Only your hips kept grinding as if on their own accord, eager for more friction, more penetration as your delicate folds glided along the deliciously textured, creased material of the glove. His glove. Whatever you would give in the world for it to really be his hand, for his fingers to make you feel so good, purposefully and surely seeking your intimate, delightful undoing… 

Your mouth clamped so tightly that you heard the prince’s throaty groan. It pushed your arousal to an unprecedented height, which felt like an absolute, mind-numbing limit.

In the next heartbeat, it was transcended.

Oh, yes…! 

The built tension inside you exploded, spasming your lower body as the pleasure surged between your legs, echoing in your core, thighs, and calves - and every other part of you, consuming you wholly. 

“Mnh, mnh, mmmnh!”  Your breath was coming out in hasty, moaning sobs as you leaned forward in striving to take in as much of his erect flesh as you could while seeking support for your quaking body. 

Your teeth scraped his girth, your mouth kept clenching around his hard flesh, the tips of your fingers rubbed your orgasming walls, making you wish you could reach deeper and stretch them, causing you images of Vegeta filling you full of his cock while fucking that tight hole into oblivion. 

And you would’ve let him. At that moment, you knew you would have allowed him absolutely everything.

Relishing through rapid waves of climax, you heard Vegeta growl tensely. The uncontrollable vibrations your mouth sent down his large cock were doing something to him, you realized when you felt his arms wrapped around your head and his breath on your hair.

Panting and grunting, the prince held you captive, preventing you from withdrawing even though you felt too weak to make a single move, much less get off his lovesome cock. The wild nature of him must have felt the moment of your blissful weakness and seized control, intending to turn things his way. Your eyes rolled up under his dominant force while you kept your lips firm around him, riding out the last fading surges of your pleasure, indulging in the feeling of giving in to his power.

And yet, he didn't move, you thought, once again amazed by his iron grip on himself. He didn't take advantage of the moment. Was it because he didn't want to break something he desired to keep…? 

Nonsense, not him, you gave yourself a mental slap, which made your heart ache within you. Don't let yourself be misled by pipe dreams.

But then and there, the pleasure was real. Listening to his wheezing breaths, you understood that Vegeta, just like you, could not afford to let go of control completely. Even though it was hard, he wasn’t going to give up the chance to steal more from tomorrow that may never come. 

Perhaps it was nothing more than another personal battle that he refused to lose this time.

But you didn't complain.

His hold of you resembled a tight hug so much that the tender urge to reciprocate rose within you, but your numb-tired hands refused to obey, and your fingers lifelessly slipped off his girthy base, freeing his manhood. The slightest moan and twitch of your head made him straighten up, allowing you to act at your will, and you slowly released his cock, panting over its smooth, delicate skin. You raised your face at Vegeta, who stared at you with wide eyes - a bit confused and unsettled, but alight with intrigue.

He couldn’t avoid sensing that something extraordinary had just happened to you. Not comprehending the situation, the prince seemed to be concerned that he had missed something important… 

You smiled at the thought, feeling all warm and fuzzy.

“Good…” you cooed breathlessly. “Feels so good. Wanna try?”

Try what, his lost, speechless gaze conveyed, and you chuckled softly, knowing that he would find out soon enough and anticipating it eagerly. You will show him.

Your eyelids fell closed, and you sucked him in - carefully, with your lips gliding tenderly over every patch of his skin, putting in all your appreciation and intention to gratify. You knew it would take much more to get him there, but still couldn’t do anything about the sluggishness and relaxation that enveloped your limp body, sending you swaying on the soft waves of bliss.

The release did its job, and it was divine - as if all the tension that had accumulated lately, all the fear and all the worries were leaving you. Gently caressing your spent pussy with one hand, you squeezed the prince’s thigh with another. It was all thanks to him. Without his touches, without his words, without the feelings he evoked, you wouldn't have risen so high... Even not fully understanding what he was doing, he still did great. 

Oh, how you wanted to make him feel good, too! Despite the calm after the storm that settled within you, your heart continued to beat in your chest enlivenly, all for him. You knew your pleasure wouldn’t be complete until you gave him everything you could, and you weren't ready to let him go.

He was yours, still yours. You growled muffledly and covered your teeth with your lips to massage his flesh with soft chewing motions. As long as he was interested in what you were doing, you had the luxury of thinking that way…

You just needed a minute, one minute, you thought, trying to catch your breath while refusing to let Vegeta out of your mouth. A minute, and you will commend him for all his patience and effort, for all the wonderful feelings he made you feel.

But in life, things don't always go as planned. You didn't expect the force of the sensations to leave you completely exhausted at the moment when you needed to act quickly.

His strong, healthy body reacted faster.

One occasional swallow to prevent saliva from running down your chin, and he hardened, swelling with need as his cock was filled with a strong, no longer restrained arousal.

“O-oh…” the prince breathed, pleasing your ears.

You didn't even try to recoil - wishing to repay him in kind, you made sedulous attempts to relax and adjust to his growing size. While the pleasure had control over your body, you hesitated to take his cock deeper, fearing suffocation, but that itch in your throat, the desire to do everything in your power to impress him even more, went nowhere, and now…

Suddenly, you realized that the surroundings had become terribly, bloodcurdlingly quiet. Focusing on his head, you made a few intense suctions before taking him deep again, swiftly and hungrily, now seeking to increase his arousal. You waited for more of his gasps, or hisses, grunts, anything, but the silence stayed dead, eerily ominous.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

You didn't like how it felt.

Full of foreboding, you opened your eyes and froze, appalled and bewildered, forgetting to breathe. Vegeta no longer looked like someone sensitive or vulnerable - his eyes lost their sheen, growing lusterless and hostile, locking on you as they would on his aim, making plans to tear it apart. His hair bristled wildly, his jaw was clenched formidably - all his body was taut as a string, battle ready. It was much harder to see an attractive, desirable man in him when his face was white and warped with fury… Even the air around him seemed to thicken, becoming dense, oppressive, and suffocating.

He was seething mad.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the dread filled your being. You would have fallen to your knees in surrender, had you not already been standing on them… Despite all your deep feelings for him, he terrified you like that.

What could have caused such a dramatic shift?

Your gaze fell on his leg, capturing the sight of your culpable fingers, which were treacherously quivering with fatigue. You immediately returned your eyes to the prince, but he noticed, and it gave you away, finally and completely. His face darkened, instilling bitter despair in you.

He knows. Vegeta had put two and two together and finally realized that it was you who had held him back. That it was you who had used your knowledge and skill to control him… Him, the prince, the warrior, and the scourge of the land, soon to be the supreme leader of the galaxy and beyond, as he planned to become.

To the look of provocation and defiance which you flung at him, he returned a leonine glare that went over you like a dash of cold water.

He was not pleased, to say the least... It was a huge underestimation.

The consequences of your own self-assurance and lack of self-control have finally caught up with you, you thought resignedly, accepting your fate. You were mentally prepared for this outcome from the very beginning, didn’t you? And now, a man was standing in front of you, a powerful alien man - unsatisfied, angry, and vengeful.

You knew your goose was cooked. 

Still high from your orgasm, you were so not ready for another altercation… And yet, you wanted to do everything in your power to rectify your mistake. Not only because you feared him, you realized in an instant. But because the established trust between you was too precious to squander.

You've always been quick to get attached. Always ready to fight for those who may need you, no matter the odds. 

But did the prince need you? At first, it sounded impossible, but his sharp reactions gave him away - he might have been angry, but he didn't kill you. He definitely still needed something.

A naughty bubble of your usual cheerfulness popped up within you, once again surprising yourself with the inextinguishability of your inner fire.

He said he liked your spirit, you remembered, hoping to reason yourself out of fright. Will he really kill you for showing him what he appreciated…? 

The taste of his erect flesh weighing on your tongue and the infatuating scent of his crotch, which began to affect you even more strongly under the fear of the end, led you to another inference.

He would be a real idiot to hurt a woman while she is squeezing his cock between her lips so lovingly…

Vegeta surveyed you oddly. Intently. Then his gaze slid lower. His eyes narrowed, and he displeasedly clicked his tongue, making you flinch. The feeling of guilt under the threat of death was simply too much to bear, and you hurriedly pulled your hand out of your pants.

In a flash, Vegeta seized it and sniffed.

“Ah!” you gasped, releasing the prince from your mouth. His grip on your wrist was hard. After a bit of thought, you decided that you could enhance the effect. “Ouch!”

It didn't impress him much.

“This smell... So that’s where it comes from…! It really is you! All this time…” Vegeta muttered ramblingly, unusually agitated, as if he had suddenly discovered all the answers to the mysteries of the Universe before his mouth curled into a vehement sneer. “Woman, did you want me all this time since I tracked down your lot...?”

The blood rushed to your face.

“It's not like this!” Embarrassment instantly supplanted the remnants of fear, and you rushed into denial before you could stop yourself. Flustered by the exposure of feelings you've been keeping inside for so long, you tried to pull your hand away, but the prince refused to release it, and you let out a pitiful squeak. "I…! But you…! But I..." Barely controlling the impulse to yell, you dropped your voice to a faint mumble. “I-I… I…”

The gift of speech seemed to leave you when you needed it most, but what could you even say for yourself? Yes, but, actually, I’ve been thinking about it even before…? Or, yes, I can hardly contain myself at the sight of you? Or, yes, the obscene dreams starring you have been haunting me since the day we first met…?

Too honest, and so shameful…! 

What if excessive sincerity would push him away? Wouldn’t it be better to just keep denying…? But you found yourself resisting the urge to lie to him. 

What did this connection you tried to build so hard develop into...? 

As you spiraled into embarrassment, Vegeta closed his eyes and sniffed your hand again - with a slow, strong inhale, holding it as if to savor, to enshrine this smell in his memory. Then his eyes opened slightly, glinting cunningly for only a short moment before he brought your fingers to his lips.

You yelped quietly, jerking your hand away - uselessly. The steely grip of his fingers didn't loosen one bit, but his eyes flew open, fixing on you. A whole storm of thoughts seemed to pass over his face, ending in a shiny new smirk, superior as ever.

“So there is a limit to your shamelessness after all.” 

And as he said this, his eyes sparkled with triumphant joy of gaining an edge and something else which made your heart flail about, entangled in the nets of your own craft. 

The hunter you preyed didn't know how to relinquish control. Among the notions he knew, there was no concept of surrender… To stop fighting for him would be tantamount to the greatest disgrace that can only be washed away with blood - even without going into the memories of his battle on Earth, you could tell it solely by the black flame in his eyes.

You bit your bottom lip. When the stakes are high and the parties are strong, it spurs vying excitement to which even the mighty prince wasn't immune. How could you blame yourself for being so engrossed in this game?

Each time you interacted with Vegeta, gleaning your observations and testing the guesses in practice, it felt like a little step forward, a little development, rewarding you with a cautious but clear sense of progress. And it worked. His emotions deepened, his feelings intensified, and hidden layers were revealed in every move the prince made and in every word that he uttered.

You would never have stopped on your own, you realized, feeling through this conclusion. You would’ve continued to reach for his flame, unable to fight the exhilarating pull and flying in circles indefinitely if he hadn't caught you. It was bound to happen.

Despite your determination, awareness, and all sensible reasons, your fingers started to tremble in his implacable hand. The prince kept looking down at you from his height, and there was a glint in his gaze that made you melt. Your stomach flip. Your pussy ache. That deprived you of will…

At first your advantage over him seemed undeniable, but now you felt Vegeta seeing right through you, making an impression of knowing all your moves in advance, even the ones you didn't know yourself yet. 

Did he already develop a plan of action for each? you asked mentally, looking the prince full in the face, agitated with fear as much as admiration. His eyelids flickered, and he narrowed them slightly - mockingly - making your heart sink with a flop. Someone like him could. 

The risk of playing into his hands or falling into his trap had your ability to make decisions totally paralyzed. Instead of sorting the situation, you felt yourself losing a grasp on what you were dealing with. You knew Vegeta was dangerous long before it all started, but it wasn't until this moment that you well and truly realized how much. 

Even without his superhuman strength, he learned and developed so fast that you were no longer sure you could handle him… The extent of your abilities was constrained solely by your imagination, rendering them virtually infinite, but even so, all the incredible sensations you gave to his cock were no longer brand new.

Will you be able to keep control? For how long...? you asked yourself under the overbearing stare of the Saiyan prince, which pressed you, causing panic and anxiety to ensue, pushing you to swerve out of your way. Did you have anything under control at all at that point…?

A twinge of sorrow joined the distressing mix of your emotions. You have to finish this game before he realizes how weak you really are for him… But you didn't want to finish anything, you though downheartedly, your woeful eyes darting between his face and your captive hand. At all.

Even having your lust relieved, you still needed him. Mind, body, and soul.

In the next second, the prince’s eyes sparkled wickedly, and his teeth closed on the tip of the glove, almost biting your fingers. You gave a startled jerk again, with the same success as before - or rather failure. Keeping you captured through the power of his stare as much as physical strength, he slowly pulled off his glove from your hand, and his lopsided grin never faded, as if he was openly enjoying your quandary.

Spitting the passion-stained garment aside, Vegeta pressed your bare fingers between his lips. A hot wave of shivers ran down your body when you felt your cold fingertips being grazed by his teeth before his mouth warmed them, and they were settled on his firm and wet tongue.

You exhaled in amazement, causing his eyebrow to twitch up, betraying curiosity about your reaction. The prince immediately hid it behind a mask of severity, and you thanked all the Gods that he couldn't see the literal thoughts in your head.

The tongue is also a muscle. If it’s as strong, endurant, and impressive as all the other muscles in his body, then… A liquid thrill rushed through your veins, and to your utter disbelief, you felt the insatiable snake of your lust raising its head with new interest.

Oh, how you wanted to punch yourself. Hard.

You just got the release! What more do you want? you groaned inwardly. Look at him, look at how maliciously his eyes are gleaming, how aggressively his cock is perked! 

You genuinely tried to reason yourself out of it, but blushed from head to butt instead, inwardly freaking out. 

He will devour you! He's going to feed on you, like you fed on him, and there's nothing you can do because you're completely at his mercy!

You're on the brink of disaster!!!

To the accompaniment of your frantic thoughts, the tongue of the culprit of your perturbed condition curled against your fingers. You hunched your head into your shoulders and closed your eyes due to the ticklish sensation. 

Vegeta licked your finger pads slowly, thoroughly, looking completely absorbed in the process. Soon, your fingers slipped out of his mouth, but instead of letting you go, he ran his tongue down your forefinger, leaving a cooling, moist trail… There was something so sensual in the way he did it - something that couldn’t be faked. Speechless, you watched as he licked your other fingers, one by one, and finally ran his tongue over your palm.

Usually, the prince kisses a lady's hand first, and he… You blushed deeper and deeper. It was as if he set out to leave no dry place on your hand. But the lady wasn't that ordinary either, deciding to skip a lot of formalities to get access to the sweet princely cock. A timid flame licked between your legs again, and the warming rush of hot blood coiled a new spring under your belly. 

A tiny gasp escaped you. Tighter and heavier than before, this tension promised pleasures beyond imaginable. You were still game.

A chuckle of dark satisfaction made you look up at the prince with round eyes. Could it be a deliberate act on his part? To bring you back to that lust-addled state? But he… How did he…?

Before you could express your astonishment, the prince put your palm on his girth, wrapped your fingers around the shaft with a confident grip, and squeezed tight. 

"Yes,” he husked in low tones. In response to your lost expression, Vegeta furrowed his brow and adopted an even more stern demeanor, but without any hint of menace that could scare you out of your mind in a fragile moment like this. “Yes, I want,” he reiterated, this time with greater emphasis. “Make me feel it." 

You blinked at the prince, still not finding your footing. What was going on this time…? 

Impatience flashed in his gaze. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, unreleased, and his features sharpened, but whatever it was, it was gone before you realized it was there.

"You asked me to look at you, did you?” Vegeta reminded domineeringly. “I have seen enough. Now I want to feel." 

Saying so, he stroked his cock with your hand. Again, and again. Pressure, pace, and precision... The pounding of your heart became deafening, reverberating in your ears in sync with his movements, and the sun-like heat of your face could probably support life on a small planet.

It was hard to underestimate what was happening. He was showing you how he liked it the most, choosing to enter a new level of trust instead of destroying what you two had achieved. It was the clearest sign of his approval, the most vivid evidence of your success in reaching him. It was the recognition of your ability to give pleasure, worthy of the prince of all Saiyans.

And he wanted more.

The violent stinging of tears in your eyes made you grit your teeth in an attempt to wrestle down your emotions. You swallowed a heavy lump in your throat. How could you keep convincing yourself not to take it seriously…? Even if this intimacy was just an unplanned encounter, even if it was just a one-time deal, you knew that the memory of it would stay with you forever. 

Find a foothold where you expect failure. Achieve success in an endeavor you gave your all to. Connect your heart and mind with the person you love. Feel valued, protected, preserved, and… desired.

You knew that these feelings you would carry in your heart for eternity, reaching for them in your hour of need to draw strength. 

Perhaps this moment will be the first you think of wanting to remember if you've ever felt happy.

The sight of the unearthly prince, the sensation of your hand sliding over his cock under his power, only intensified this feeling. Everything in Vegeta betrayed a man who was not used to delays when what he wanted was at arm's length... But he didn’t impose more on you and just waited, as if he understood that what you gave him willingly would be more than anything he could ever take from you by force.

Literally everything he did filled you with ineffable delight, even if it was to be fought for. With him, you felt enough freedom to breath and enough boundaries to hold you safely, enough of your own control and enough of his counteracting force so that this confrontation teased your playfulness and sexual excitement just right. 

Your moth's wings reached his fire, but did not burn, as if the flame itself, blazing alone in the impenetrable darkness, was pleased to watch a tiny living being who dared to defy its heat.

Everything was perfect. This was it.

A perfect balance.

All the emotions inside you have merged into the most beautiful feeling known on Earth, filling your heart to the absolute limit and more, until you felt yourself floating. Far from problems, far from worries - as if the whole world except for him had ceased to exist. 

He gave you this. Lacking the expertise in intimacy to masterfully deceive you, he had to approach the situation straightforwardly and act on a hunch. And you had to admit that you liked him much more that way... Without the disguise of falsehood and cunning, open and sincere, he took his rightful place in your heart, a hollow place that was carved in his image and likeness.

Simply. Naturally. Fitting perfectly, like a fine piece of a puzzle.

And you felt yourself whole.

“I will not disappoint you,” you whispered barely audibly, as if afraid that a louder sound would cause an avalanche of emotions to descend from the slopes of your sanity. 

The feelings were so strong, as if they were not designed to be sustained by a human being. Further indulging in them was risky, unwise, and fraught with danger... Attachment, which should develop in people gradually, flared up inside you from the joined heat of your common fire and left a burning brand on your heart. 

Feeling so good, so happy, so drunk on euphoria, you knew that your battle for playing it safe was long lost. But instead of defeat, a sense of inexhaustible power invigorated your blood - the power to reach for the stars.

And fall, scorched, a quiet voice in your head called in warning.

It’s better to experience it and burn to ashes than not to know such love at all, you suppressed it. It was time for this voice to shut up.

You were waited for.

The gaze of the Saiyan prince never left you as he kept pumping his cock with your hand. By giving you time to recover from your anxiety, he clearly wanted you to return to the point of acting on your own… And yet, when his other hand reached for your face, you realized that his patience was exhausted. 

Pausing only for a moment, his thumb carefully pressed on your chin and gently pulled your bitten lower lip out of your teeth. Vegeta traced your lips with his fingertip, lingering on the lower one once more before parting your tempting mouth. He took in the sight and released a gusty breath of want.

And though the strength of his will and desire kept his ferocity on a leash, your desire was not leashed by anything anymore.

Erotic excitement surged within you, and your fingers gained strength under his hand, signaling that you were more than ready to fulfill everything you had promised. Without saying a word, Vegeta took his hand away, but the wild gleam in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and the equally wild smile stretched your lips before your mouth closed around the thumb that was imprudently still glued to your lip. 

I love you. The excess of feeling was evident in your every touch, every look, every sigh. I love you so much. 

You had to give Vegeta his due - he carried himself like a warrior. Feeling you outlining the most important words on his rough skin, writing out your confessions with your expressive tongue, he remained still as a statue.

A statue with a clawing beast locked within.

Darkness fell on his face, and murky shadows danced behind his eyes in strange and intricate shapes. Now he knew exactly what he craved - having explored his sensations and feelings, he was freed from all doubts.

Here and now, all his desires and aspirations were about you - you could feel it on your skin as his charged stare dug into you, silently but insistently demanding his own. 

And you certainly could give him much more than even the Dragon Balls could!

The vigorous movements of your hand resolutely stopped on his glans, and Vegeta let go of your hand, breathing in shallow, quick gasps. Gracefully circling the end of his cock with outstretched fingers, you closed them on the aroused flesh in a narrow handful and squeezed gently. The answering throb spoke louder than any words about how pleased and excited the prince was to see you back in action.

Did he trule believe that you would just use him without reciprocating? A sudden suspicion crossed your mind. You...? It can't be...

You groaned inwardly, realizing that it was exactly what he would have thought, and your heart swelled. 

Silly.

All tuned in to take it to the other level, you slipped off his thumb with a parting soft lick, and when your hand moved down his cock, your mouth followed it, replacing the pressure of your fingers with the tender yet firm ring of your lips. Vegeta let out a shuddering groan, and his cock engorged in your mouth, but you kept moving forward until you felt the tip of his head at the very back of your throat.

Yes, right there, just right there, you thought, feeling how close he was to reaching the place where the most violent, hungry itch was still nagging your senses. Unable to resist the temptation, you shook your head slightly from side to side, tickling the roof of your mouth and the base of your tongue, teasing your appetite before the main treat. The sensations provoked you to gulp, and Vegeta gasped, then grunted, as if somewhat displeased.

Oh, did he think he’d keep playing the tough guy? Too bad, you mentally chuckled. You still had an ace up your sleeve.

Plucking up all your courage and sauciness, you looked up at the prince with determined, fond eyes, and licked the upside of his shaft without letting him an inch out of your mouth, and oh, for you it wasn’t enough. Your heart, body, and nails digging into his thighs were insistently begging for more.

Vegeta swallowed thickly, realizing what was about to happen. Already knowing that you won't back down like all the previous times and that any attempt to object would lead to more arguments, he was clearly frustrated by being caught between a rock and a hard place - the risk of losing his pride over pleasure and the risk of losing the privilege altogether. However, being a practical man, he reflected on it only as long as the built-up heat in his body allowed, and then nodded briefly.

It was so cute. But somehow, it still made you blush furiously, with your heart beating faster and the blood pumping through your sensitized pussy. 

One thing was to watch a man unconsciously succumb to pleasure, accepting what was given to him, and another to see how, despite being all worked up and aroused, he made a conscious, serious, and balanced decision to have his cock sucked…

Continuing to admire his dazed, disheveled appearance, you slowly leaned forward, focusing on loosening the muscles in your jaw and throat to allow the entirety of him into your mouth, fitmly intent on taking the maximum possible.

Using your lips and your tongue was more like fun and games, while this act felt like a genuine challenge. His girth, his length, and the unrelenting strength of his desire appealed to all your skills, instincts, and intuition to not cause yourself harm. 

But with Vegeta, for some reason, you didn't worry at all. His self-control, his impressive willpower, which made him so difficult to seduce, felt like a guarantee of your safety, time after time allowing you to lose your head from emotions and excitement, putting all your wild carnal desires into motion.

Another little push forward, and his head got past your uvula and through your throat. You almost whined with relief when his head reached your itch.

Finally! you triumphed mentally, relishing your sensations. Finally… It felt insanely good on so many levels, and you could have cried from the satisfying pleasure of finally having him there. 

But there was no time for trivia anymore.

Despite all your zeal, you had to keep your body relaxed - you couldn’t really let go, because any involuntary, uncontrollable tension in your body at the wrong moment would’ve constricted your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe, and seriously undermining your goal.

You were not having that. 

Intending to give yourself time to adjust to his size, you tried to stop… But feeling Vegeta swell inside so needily, you just couldn’t. Freezing for only a fraction of a second, you swallowed around him and relaxed your throat to let him pass deeper.  

Deeper… Deeper…!  You urged yourself forward. Puffing in small, rapid breaths, you moved further until unexpectedly your lips reached the base of his cock and your forehead pressed against his lower abs.

Blinking in astonishment, barely able to draw air around his flesh, you buried your nose into his pubis and wriggled your head, trying to take more of him, to have him even deeper… But there was no more to take. 

You did it. Your eyes flickered to his face, wishing to capture every tiniest shade of his feelings. 

“Mmmnh!” you hummed proudly around the prince’s length, calling out to him mentally. Look at me, I really did it!

And oh, what a marvellous sight he was, looking at you down his beautifully lit, heaving, muscular chest. Apparently, while you were so busy with each other, the celestial bodies moved across the sky, and now the scattered shafts of light falling from the ceiling softly illuminated the place where you had the prince against the wall…

It seemed like an eternity had passed since that moment - an eternity filled with passionate confrontation and varying successes of a sensual battle. But despite all the magnificence of his appearance in such lighting, you couldn't take your gaze off his face - off his countenance, which was a mixture of plain shock and fascination, and off his astounded black eyes.

What, were you doubting me? your own mischievous eyes teased. You thought I’d give up so easily? Thought I wouldn't make you feel even better?

There was a deliciously filthy glint in the glance Vegeta shot at your mouth. His cock gave a big throb, filling with even more blood that turned his hardness immalleable, simply too swollen to bend.

Uh-oh…

Gaining strength, the head of his manhood brushed the depth of your throat, and against your will, your wishes and determination, you gagged. Your pharynx contracted violently, your body acting on reflex to protect you from choking, but you refused to back off, working through your unbidden reaction.

It’s nothing, it’s normal. Relax, just relax, you persuaded yourself, your vision blurring from involuntary tears, your head a bit spinning. Just a moment, and you will accommodate him… Just a moment, and you will take a breath. 

It was worth your effort. 

Suddenly, the prince's face appeared before your unseeing watery gaze. For some reason, his expression wasn't the usual - cruel and raging - but handsome, open, alive, set on reading your soul… And judging by his actions, he never made a mistake in understanding your feelings. Sacrificial, sanctifying love has flooded your bursting heart.

He was worth your effort.

Every effort.

Leaning on his legs, you quickly found a position that aligned your throat with his cock at a perfect angle, making his presence inside much more bearable. Wiggling your head to give your throat extra stretch, you tensed your muscles to prevent another upcoming fit of spasms, but after a moment, it passed, and you felt much more comfortable, able to breathe some air into your lungs.

The next moment, you felt a strong grip on your hair and realized that Vegeta was about to forcefully pull you off. No matter how pleasant this tugging sensation was to your head, it made you immediately revolt. Grunting in protest around his flesh, you grabbed his hips and clenched the thick base of his cock with your teeth, breathing furiously, straining your pharynx as if to hold him in, going all out to demonstrate to the prince that you will not accept such an outcome.

“Gods damn it, woman, you really are crazy!” Vegeta half-snapped, half-groaned, his grip slowly relaxing. “And damn me for playing along, but it’s… it’s so…” 

His eyelids fell closed, his voice trailed off as he was lost in the sensations. When the prince's hand let go of your hair completely, you hummed in gratitude and opened your mouth wider, replacing your sharp teeth with soft and delicate lips, then tried to play with your throat, tightening and relaxing around him repeatedly, searching and finding your rhythm and control.

“Uhhh!” The sound came out of him so unexpectedly debauched that it caused a sweet twitch under your belly. “I should stop you… I should have long stopped you!” he shouted brokenly. “But it feels great, it feels so fucking great…! Everything you do is like corruptive poison... Too good, too intoxicating to be anything real. Then why…” His breathing deepened, his voice cracked. “Why can't I make myself stop you!?”

Your whole being rejoiced at this irate outcry. Because it’s not what you want, you answered him mentally, not stopping to stimulate him for a second. Because probably for the first time in your life, you feel the freedom to listen to yourself and follow your desires.

Oh, you remembered well what the Saiyan prince sought. Immortality, supremacy, and infinite war. But then and there, at this moment, he clearly craved something else…

And this pleasure was to surpass his enjoyment of endless bloodshed.

Two pairs of strong, confident fingers ran through your hair and brushed the edges of your ears before tracing down your chin, causing your eyes to close and you to purr, dissolving into pleasure. If only he knew how much those reciprocal touches meant…

“You sure are a brave creature,” Vegeta stretched out his words, suddenly stalling as if buying himself time before another challenging trial. His thumbs stroked your cheeks as he absorbed your face: tiny beads of tears glimmering on your eyelashes like precious gems in the rays of three suns, your eyes in which every expression of fear was every time unfailingly replaced by affection and passion, the lush blush of your own arousal, and your lips, gently embracing his manhood, so eager to please and to serve…

You knew how soft, pretty, and vulnerable you must have looked. You were such a good girl for him, how could he not admire it…? Preparing, you smacked your lips around him, then squeezed your eyes shut in effort, and swallowed the full length of his cock. The contraction of your throat stuffed by his girth gave you such a good stretch that you moaned, the sound stifled and choked, but most genuine. All signs of his life ceased for a moment before the turmoil of his breathing continued twice as strongly. 

Raising your eyes at him, you felt a sweet, tender warmth envelop your heart, and with an obvious struggle, you managed to smile. The features of this imposing, formidable, and powerful man have lost the remnants of their former irritation and anger - all that was left was his essence, no longer shackled by distrust and suspicion, entranced by your devotion, by how hard you tried. 

Your eyes must have reflected it all, yet this time, Vegeta didn't snap or shout. He smirked back, and his forefinger stroked the underside of your chin rather playfully, making your eyes round. Did he just give you a scratch? His grin widened.

“In your own way, you’re quite warlike and strong. I don't remember ever feeling this tempted…” 

A heavy expulsion of his breath blew over you gently, making you anticipate more of his speech, but he was lingering, as if on purpose, before he finally heaved,

“All I can think about is coming down your throat.”

Crimsoning to the roots of your hair, you gave him an enthusiastic hum of approval, but you could barely stand another moment of this lust-sparking, overcharged silence. Your ears simply blazed, especially in the places where he touched them, and his predatory stare cast you from heat to greater heat, keeping you on your toes, making it harder for you to stay still with each passing moment. It was time to take action.

Overcome by your feelings, you leaned a bit back, taking a big, hasty gulp of air before throwing your head on his cock again and throating him in one go, sliding your tongue against his shaft. The curve of his flesh made his glans hit your soft palate before slipping into the tight depth of your throat, but you couldn’t care less. 

You wouldn't let anything in the world deter you.

“Umf! Umf! Umf!” As your throat adjusted to the sensations, you started moving. The gag reflex came and receded, held back by your force of will as you experimented on the go, working your throat muscles, moving your jaws, playing the angle – everything you could think of to make yourself feel most comfortable.

Soon his plump head moved through your sensitive pharynx, brushing the depth of your throat just good, just right, every time making it feel even better, mounting the arousal lurking in your body as the warm tingling in your loins started calling for another release. 

But it was nothing compared to what was happening on the other end.

At every plunge into the slick, tight warmth of your throat, Vegeta grunted thickly, scraping away at the cave wall behind. Each bob of your head had his hips jerking forward a little, each squeeze of your throat had his legs trembling precariously, each shaking of your head with his cock gulped deep inside had him straining and groaning - your jaws struggled to stay compressed with how hard he swelled, getting so close to his release so fast, overexciting you with the idea of making him come at your will.

Only now have you grasped the true cause of his stubborn resistance. 

Yes, you already knew that the prince’s cock was sensitive, even more so considering that he had no experience in such sexual encounters. But the weight of your feelings, which brought your emotional connection to life, the inundation of all the visual, auditory, and tactile stimulation - all this was too much even for a tough man like him.

He wasn't pretending, you thought with your heart dancing in your chest with dangerous and somewhat guilty delight. He really felt something for you! And seeing him in such state, you realized that he had good causes to resist your attraction towards him.

Vegeta knew his body better than anyone, and he understood that once you touch him in that way, the sexual tension that accumulated between you would turn him into a much more tractable male - suffering from carnal needs and desperate for relief. 

He was indeed losing control of his body under the sensations you gave him, and fought against it with all the fortitude of a man resolute on preserving his dignity. Having broken free from the rigid framework of his former existence, he became completely confused in his conflicting desires… His decision to suppress his ki, his heightened senses that you exploited with no diminution of daring, hit him hard below the belt, and now, as a result, the fearsome alien writhed, squirmed, and shuddered, struggling and failing to restrain his giveaway signs of breaking. 

The warrior and the prince in him couldn't accept it - but the Saiyan man could. Thanks to this thin thread of trust you two have built, he overcame what was hindering him on his way to pleasure - and to you. Understanding that he was not irresistible to your charm made your affection for him bloom even stronger… In those fleeting moments that you never wanted to end, he showed you so much of himself that it made you love and desire him beyond all comprehension.

Him, and his deliciously throbbing cock on the verge of erupting.

Now it was up to you to make this pleasure worthy of all the loving blows to his pride. He deserved the ultimate reward. 

With a depraved slurping sound, you gathered and swallowed your excess saliva, then compressed your lips around his girth, full of resolve to finally get a taste of him and free the prince from his stress, just as you promised. Straining the root of your tongue so that it pressed his silky length more tightly, you sped up the lunges of your head, taking him good and deep, your movements steady and certain, your pace never faltering to not let his tension drop even one bit.

Only up, only straight for the goal. 

Vegeta began to openly moan, his manly voice loud and shattering, and this spurred you on. It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy at all, but you kept your focus away from all the discomfort and aching muscles, thinking only about the cock in your mouth and the impending victory.

Suddenly, you noticed that you had to tilt your head lower and lower, and glanced at the prince. His eyes were closed shut, his head pressed hard into the wall behind him, his fingers were digging into the stone for support, but it just crumbled under his mighty hands -  he was literally sliding down the wall as if he could no longer stand. With an animalistic, guttural growl, he strained his legs and threw his body up only to begin sliding down again - slowly, but surely. 

He could have dropped to the floor a long time ago, but he just enjoyed looming over you, didn't he? An amusing thought flicked in your head, quickly replaced by a deeper feeling. There was just no way in the world he would let himself collapse.

With another hoarse groan, he shoved himself up again, while his cock throbbed harder and harder in your mouth, raring to reach the finale.

A little more, you told yourself, adding your little moans and yearning whimpers to the sexual harmony of sounds. At that moment, it already felt almost impossible to keep your mouth tight on his enormously engorged length while hiding your teeth behind your chafed lips, but it was a clear sign that you were on the right track and doing everything great. Just a little more…

Hold!

In a few more movements of your mutual striving, the excitation of his cock reached its peak. With his legs quivering under your touch, Vegeta let out a deep, sweet, throaty moan that combined pain and rapture, then his cock gave a powerful twitch and spurted its first load into your throat. 

A quick thrill of victory shot through your heart, lasting for only an instant - the feeling of incoming abundant thick liquid made you reflexively tense, urging you to move back, but you didn't give in and spurt after spurt, your mouth and pharynx started filling with a strong, thick aroma that trickled down slowly, inviting you to enjoy it.

Mmm…  Spicy and pungent, a bit astringent and musky - his flavor spread even more inside as you swallowed. Savoring every bit of his strong, masculine taste, you continued to slide your mouth along his shaft, counting the throbs in your mind. Two, three… His seed smeared on your tongue, enhancing the sensations by teasing your taste buds as it kept emerging. Four… you started to slow down your movements, but the desire to savor your victory was simply stronger than you. Okay, five, you indulged yourself, thirstily sucking once more and lustfully planning to go for six.

You didn't let a single drop spill.

“Ughh..!” the prince huffed tensely and tossed his head, reaching his hand out to your head. You instantly stopped moving and looked at him, raising your palm to press it to his reassuringly. I know, I know, you conveyed. I’m almost done. His fingers gripped your hand, interlocking, and then he relaxed, throwing his head back again, panting deeply.

Breathing no less heavily, you unsealed your overexerted lips to release his attaboy of a cock carefully without any excessive stimulation. You put your hand on the base just above the balls, ringed it carefully with your fingers - the movement practiced maybe too well - and slowly drove them up his length, gently squeezing out every last drop of his seed. Extremely pleased, you licked your lips, about to treat yourself, but some pull made you dart your gaze to Vegeta. Your eyes stopped at his face for just one brief moment… But remained riveted to it, entrapped.

He was a mesmerizing sight. His muscular body was glazed with sweat, his face and hair dripped with perspiration, but nothing of his appearance was as captivating as the look of his midnight eyes. Vegeta stared down at you with such intent that it made you feel like a little bird in the face of a huge, gluttonous predator, with your heart aflutter.

What's going on, you thought, getting increasingly overwrought. You've done an excellent job, achieving everything you wanted, you outdid yourself fulfilling your promise, and the prince should’ve been grateful for being the one to receive this! So, where did this feeling come from…?

One thing was clear — this torture of bliss did not break his spirit. Instead of a relaxed, satisfied man letting go of the situation completely, going limp and yawning with the desire to rest, you received a Saiyan prince exuding the determination to heal his pride by taking his revenge for what you did to him and what you turned him into. 

Trembling with concupiscence and renewed sexual expectation, you fully felt that his unyieldingness, sporting blood and thrill of rebelling made Vegeta even more attractive to you, turning your perception of him into a source of endless pleasures - both physical… and emotional. 

You could squeal with delight if only you weren't so tired. He was so perfect.

Without tearing off a sight, you slowly stuck out your tongue to run the tip over a small, tender slit on the end of his glans, сollecting the remains of what you managed to get from him and demonstrating your resolve to take and thoroughly enjoy absolutely everything.

His penetrating eyes gained the depth of a bottomless pit, but the lambent flames were still there, burning brighter by the minute and luring you in. It was impossible to distinguish if the eyes of the Saiyan prince reflected your light or his own, but you knew one thing for sure - you liked doing this with him… And you wanted more, exhausted, tormented by longing and desire that had no outlet, but that filled you so well and energized you once you began to satisfy it.

You wanted to love him. Standing or running, merry or crying, screaming or silent, living or dying - you knew that whatever you'd be, whatever you'd do, this fire would stay with you forever, burning hot and breathing life into you. And by his blazing stare, you could tell that he had also set his heart on you.

He was not the same man he was when you just lowered yourself on your knees.

No, it just cannot be, you cut off this thought bitterly, hiding your eyes from him. There should be a reason he had never done it before. The war was his life, the battlefield was his home, and neither of them was a good place for love. 

But your heart simply refused to see reason.

You felt his eyes searching for your face and persistently averted yours, knowing what he would read in it. Take me right here and right now. Do whatever you want with me, I'm ready, I'm willing, I won’t resist, even if it would destroy me for good. This… was not the way to deal with the prince. He was a dangerous man. 

But so fucking hot, you thought, internally melting under the oppression of your unquenchable want.

That was how he caught you… Like the sudden rush of a threat out of nowhere. A rough grip of fingers clenched on your chin. You flinched as if busted, and squeaked in acute panic when your face was pulled to meet his. Vegeta plunged into your gaze to unravel the mystery of your eyes, and you felt yourself an open book before him. Defenseless… and vulnerable.

And so, so wet.

Chapter Text

For a few moments, the world was completely still. Vegeta stood motionless with that austere face of his that seemed turned to stone, and you stayed on your knees, scarcely breathing. Precious time ticked away slowly but inexorably, and yet you both didn't move, locked in each other's gaze. You weren't sure you could move even if you tried, and you didn't really want to as your agitated, racing heart preferred to keep waiting.

What is it, you asked yourself mentally, fighting the temptation to rub your cheek against the palm of the hand that held you in place under the dark, hawk-eyed scrutiny. What am I waiting for…? 

A sign, you felt the answer within. You needed a sign. A word. A gesture. A look…You needed something. Give it to me, your eyes begged and pleaded. I want to believe.

But if you felt like an open book, waiting, wanting to be read, in the book of the Saiyan prince all the lines were scattered and jumbled, as if they weren’t meant to be read at all.

It doesn’t matter, you thought as your heart filled with the uncontrollable force of devoted, romantic inspiration. I’ll stay like this forever - until I decipher your reticent language and your alien heart.

Vegeta frowned and tilted his head, viewing your countenance from a different perspective, as if another angle of illumination could shed more light on your thoughts. You raised your eyebrows slightly, but didn't dare to break the tense silence. The prince breathed deeply and then exhaled with a chuckle. The ghost of a soft smile flitted across his features before his face broke into a malicious grin, as if reflecting some wicked idea he had just conceived.

“Well, well, well…” He drawled thickly in a penetrant undertone. “How…. timely.”

Leaning closer to you, he allowed a shadow to darken his face as he spoke slowly, with a well-calibrated peremptory intonation. 

“Your games are over, human woman.” 

You pouted slightly. What did you expect, a ‘thank you’? From him? You suppressed a snort. Not gonna happen. And of course, you didn't do it for gratitude… Just the brief memory made your mouth water, and you had to swallow, shoving these enticing pictures aside... Then and there, you were much more interested in those commanding, strong intonations in his voice that caused a demanding pull between your legs.

Take me, take me, your body kept singing, loud and clear, shameless in its desires, and you couldn’t help but wonder - did he hear this song? Could he make out the words?

Your doubts were quickly dispelled. With his eyes fixed on yours, Vegeta pointedly nodded at something behind your back.

“I want to see your pretty butt thrust out over that Dragon Ball for me.” 

Your jaw dropped. The intensity of the embarrassment that warmed your face could only be matched by the depth of your astoundment. Pretty… butt? Did he actually just say that? You couldn’t believe your ears. Oh, you knew he had a thing for it, but since when did he become so bold with his words…?

Something had changed. Something was different. Vegeta was no longer resisting, nor was he defending himself. He was going on the offensive.

And what were you going to do about it!? your panicked mind swirled. The echo of his words slowly subsided, leaving you with no time to reflect since making him wait simply didn’t sound safe.

You knew it was stupid to run and useless to try to break free, especially when some secret, innermost part of you craved to show your true self and be seen. Accepted. Desired… And taken. Taken wholly, with all your emotions, your energy, and your restless mind. With everything you could give and with every ounce of your love… To the very end, without any exceptions.

 Looking at him, you felt your frantic pulse calming down. Hard, confident gaze, you admired, finding strength in his grit. Stern, handsome face, implacable in his desire to get what he wanted. And behind it all - fire… The unbridled fire of his warlike soul, of his Saiyan pride, of his unquenchable thirst for conquest, the fire that flared up stronger and stronger because of your hesitation. Because he realized that his command was not immediately followed by submission. Because you were still thinking when you had to execute. 

Because of the thought that you might reject his feelings, which he finally ventured to convey.

You didn’t need salvation, you realized, feeling your own fire responding, feeding on his flames. You just needed more of him. More! 

That was something that hadn't changed - your heart, your body, and mind continued reaching to him. Please, you asked mentally, knowing that the sincerity of your emotions would show on your face. Please, don't hurt me… I want to love you so much! 

Your heart swelled, beating, feeling, alive, engulfed by the flames of your own and by inordinate passion that you couldn’t contain. 

I don't need anything else - just let me love you my best…! 

The steely grip of hard fingers on your chin twitched and softened. Yet he didn't let you go, and suddenly you found yourself enjoying this moment. Its tension. Its heat. Your palpable sense of connection and exhilarating anticipation… 

But it was too early to rejoice at success. Vegeta maintained his electrified stare, revealing the most ruinous intentions regarding your humble person. 

You still didn't obey.

“Don't test me," he spat. “You've had enough fun. Know your measure… And do as I say.”

The prince kept his face harsh and tone scornful, but all you heard in it was his searing impatience… And you could guess what the reason was. His instincts, forgotten in endless battles, were awakened. His male hormones were raging after years of deep slumber. His body yearned for yours, knowing you could give him something he couldn't give himself on his own. 

You never felt so desired. Primming your lips, you ran your tongue between them. Oh, how you liked this feeling.

With an annoyed, stifled groan, Vegeta grabbed you by the shoulders, giving you a slight shake.

“Woman…” as an additional argument, his grip tightened.

“Ouch!” You flinched, wincing, like in pain. “It hurts!”

His control of his power was flawless, and yet you needed to regain your advantage… But you weren't the only one who understood this. The prince cocked a brow at you, expressing his doubt of your performance, but then frowned and straightened, letting you go. You exhaled in pretend relief, rubbing the places his fingers had touched.

Vegeta lowered his head, and his face fell, as if a little discouraged. But when his eyes narrowed, focused and unswerving, you knew he was brainstorming other ways to approach and hissed, grumbling unhappily,

“Hold your Saiyan power to yourself until you learn how to use it!!” 

You needed him to stay careful.

At that, a sudden breath of chuckle escaped the prince, making you stare at him, round-eyed. The corner of his lips quirked up, and his look gained a playful archness, but as soon as you blinked, it was gone, and his expression turned solemn, weighing down on you with the power of his standing demand. 

Suspicious! Alarm! Your gut instinct squealed. He was up to something!

Breathe in. Breathe out. Quietly, you drew yourself together. As the silence stretched, the very air around you seemed to get thicker, entering your lungs with increasing effort while you were at a loss as to how to act.

Where was your mind when you decided to mess with him? A pusillanimous thought touched your mind. For one fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to be overcome by trepidation and shivered from an already familiar mix of fear and thrill. Things escalated faster than you were ready… Not only did he want to take revenge on you -  he no longer wanted to be just your prey. A born hunter, a prince, and a warrior of the Universe, he intended to take his own, his rightful place at the top, and his gaze burned with the intensity of his unstoppable will… You couldn’t afford to lose the initiative - you had to maintain momentum.

Deep breath.

“Lie down on your back!!" You instructed, your stilting tone a bit wavering, but much resolute.

Vegeta huffed. His eyes glinted severely as he cast you a glare.

"You are bordering on punishable insolence, woman," he said menacingly, and the way he loomed over you caused you another sharp adrenaline surge. 

Mnhhh… How easy it was to get addicted to this rousing sensation, you thought, feeling your heart beating faster as your lips parted slightly for air. Even his threats were so sexy. The eyes of the prince sparkled with a devilish mischief as he took in your countenance, and his mind was made up quickly.

"I’ll let you get away with it, but only this once," he spoke slowly, his voice low and steady, yet thick with fierce carnal hunger that betrayed a pressing need. “Let’s try it your way.”

You released a puff of air, still not quite believing your luck. Holding the keys to his pleasure, you still had control and could make this ferocious, powerful alien reckon with you…! 

Sass is the key! Impudence wins! Hahahah, you laughed inwardly as a shiver of the exotic and forbidden prickled your skin, filling you with anticipation. But your mental laughter died down as you watched Vegeta step out of his suit. You swallowed, awed at the sight of his pure and natural, naked form.  

As if knowing - of course, knowing! - how greedily you were eyeing him, the Saiyan prince smirked and rolled his shoulders, making the impressionable female heart skip a beat. Then he kicked his clothes to the stony floor so that they spread out as some sort of… bedding? You frowned in puzzlement, curiously tipping your head. 

Looking excessively pleased, the prince lowered himself across the layer of clothing and shifted a bit, getting more comfortable. Having himself all settled, Vegeta propped his core on an elbow, casting you the expectant look of his smug dark eyes, which could no longer conceal the wild gleam of excitement.

“Show me what else you got, sweet mouth,” he called, making you gasp with sincere indignation. 

Who does he think he is? you simmered mentally, blushing deeper. Does he think that having such a delicious cock allows him just anything? He doesn’t even know how to fu…

You almost choked, not finishing this thought, when you took in the full sight of a man ready to give you free rein over his body. So gorgeous and so desirable, radiating attractive self-confidence and bursting with raw masculine energy…

Every muscle in your body spasmed with lustful foretaste. This aura of strength and superiority accentuated his brutal beauty better than any clothing or accessory possibly could - the prince was created by nature to be magnificent and deadly attractive. How could you resist him…? It was a full aesthetic knockout. He looked more arousing than the horniest dream you've ever had, promising the best sex of your life if only you dare… 

Despite the chill of the cave, you felt burning with heat.

Hot alien prince, allowing you to do whatever you want to him… Waiting for you to come for more skin-to-skin touch, eager for you to please him, to indulge in his body, every line, every marvellous part of which set your blood afire as your hormones run riot, causing your skin to tingle, your clit to twitch, and your insides to clench.

Who even cares if he knows how to fuck…? you thought, your mouth suddenly dry. You can just do everything yourse…

“Are you going for it, or not?” Vegeta inquired. His gaze lingered on your tempted, conflicted face, before he pressed his mouth into a disappointed, crooked line, turning away. “Well, I guess it was already more than could be expected from an earthling woman…”

You gasped, scandalized. He…! How could he…! Not after everything…!

The next second, you were on top of him, steaming with indignation. Your legs straddled his thighs, your hands pressed on his chest in an endeavor to pin him to the ground, your eyes threw daggers right into his insufferable, mocking face. 

An insensitive, ungrateful snob! you fumed mentally. You were so going to show him…! 

Wait, mocking…? Forgetting your anger, you peered into his countenance. 

Chuckling lowly, the prince fell back on the stone floor and crossed his arms behind his head, grinning ever so smugly. 

Your eyes widened. Studiously ignoring the striking beauty of his rolling muscles and the mischievous gleam of his eyes that devoured the sight of you so greedily, you struggled to comprehend what had just happened, even though it was as clear as day.

He baited you! Baited! Finally accepting the obvious, you suppressed the urge to join in his amusement, but a blushy little smile bloomed on your lips nonetheless. Unbelievable! you chuckled inwardly. It was his first fuck! 

Vegeta smirked at the sight of your smile, which did not escape his attention.

“Much better,” he approved, then covered your hands on his chest with his own, and squeezed lightly.

Unsure of why he would do that -  to encourage you or to keep you in place - you felt your face glowing hotter at the touch. Your hands were surprisingly comfortable in his strong grasp, and you gently raked your nails across his skin, which felt so smooth and taut over his powerful muscles. The sensation made you want to purr with pleasure…

The prince didn't waste any time either. His eyes wandered over your silhouette as he watched and assessed you - unceremoniously, brazenly, possessively… Suddenly, you realized that he was looking up at you, not pressing you down with his gaze, as before. Huh…

“This angle suits you well,” Vegeta breathed unexpectedly, seemingly struck by the very same thought.

You blinked hard, and for a split second, his eyes reflected your surprise, then a color came up in his cheeks. It wasn’t meant to be said out loud, you understood with a throb of your heart. These words were his sincere thoughts. A moment of tense silence, and the prince decided to break the awkwardness of the moment with his inherent arrogance,

“Although, after what you’ve done, it seems like any angle will look just as perfect.”

At first, you thought you misheard, but the realization slowly crept up your body together with the burning, deep flush of your skin. Suddenly, your hands felt unbearably hot in his grip. With a small, plaintive squeak, you abruptly pulled them away and hid your reddened face in your palms.

The prince didn't seem to mind. 

Of course, since he has something to look at! you internally squeaked. How well everything was going for him, wasn't it! Yes, you desired his attention, but who would have thought that someone like him could feel something like this? You weren't a strong opponent to fight, or a bunch of Dragon Balls to make an ultimate wish… You were just a woman. Maybe you just imagined it after all?

Spreading your fingers to take a glance down, you immediately closed them back with a soft little moan. There could be no doubt about his feelings, given that his manhood was already full of new vigor.

You… and perfect… for him…

“Wh-why… Why would you say that?” you choked out, not knowing where to put yourself. “When you barely talked to me, it was so much simpler!” Making every effort to navigate through the surge of novel emotions, you clenched your fists and slammed a punch into his chest, unable to ignore his increasingly self-satisfied grin. “I'm barely coping, and you want me to lose my mind completely!”

“Maybe yes… maybe no,” Vegeta scoffed and captured your hand. With a tiny frown of concern, he glanced at the bottom of your fist that met the steel of his muscle.

Looking… for a bruise? you guessed perplexedly. Perhaps that was the case, because not finding any damage, the prince huffed and shot you a glare. 

“You’re thinking too much, and not about what you should.”

Look how talkative! you grumbled mentally. What’s the matter with him! In your memory, he only talked so much to the people he… And at that, you turned cold with horror.

To the people he was going to kill.

You started shuddering in a thin, continuous quiver. From the very beginning, you tried to avoid thinking of his ability to take your life at any moment, at any whim of his dangerous nature. You trusted your lust to drive out everything else, and yet your thoughts kept returning to that perspective. This primal, primitive fear was stronger than any reason, it seemed simply stronger than you, and…

“I'm not going to kill you,” the prince interrupted your thoughts, as if reading your mind. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him round-eyed, much to his amusement. His gaze softened over a sly smile. “At least, not anymore. That would be such a waste, you’re quite... entertaining,” he grinned. 

You appreciated the humor, but the joke was too dark to your liking, and you tried to pull your hand away, unable to stop your stiffened body from shaking. Will be his own fault if you really faint from such dramatic mood swings, you thought sulkily. Did you ever think that you would start to miss his hostile restraint?

This time, he didn’t let go. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, but quickly subsided, contained securely within. One by one, Vegeta opened your cold, tightly clenched fingers and brushed his fingertips down your palm - the gesture simple, but unbelievably intimate. A gasp of surprise escaped you, and you realized that for these few fearful moments, you didn’t seem to be breathing. 

His touch brought you out of it.

Greedily inhaling the air, still dumbstruck, you stared at your hand, and then at the prince, who seemed increasingly content with the results of his actions. Whether you wanted it or not, he kept studying your behaviour… And didn't seem to miss even the smallest details. Before saying anything else, he pressed your palm to his cheek, then reached to your face to carefully cup it and bring it closer to his, stopping only when your foreheads touched, and his breath brushed your lips.

“I don't want to see the fear in your eyes anymore. Never,” Vegeta muttered with sudden harshness before his face relaxed, and he chuckled. “Oh, would you listen to me!  Saying something like this after all the years I worked hard to keep everyone around me in mortal fear… But you,” he paused. “You’re different.” 

Under your expectant, awed gaze, he averted his face, but the sweet tint of blush on his cheeks told you everything you needed to know. You smiled weakly, uncertainly, feeling your pulse quicken as you began breathing more freely. Vegeta froze for a moment, listening to his keen senses, then clicked his tongue and returned his eyes to you.

“Tch! I still hate picking words,” the prince grumbled. “But with you, it feels right… What kind of magic is this? No matter what I say, it just makes everything better. I like to see your eyes brighten, to feel your breath deepen and heart pounding, all because of me…” 

Vegeta lowered his eyelids and inhaled deeply, seeming totally withdrawn into himself, as if savoring the said feeling. But before you could collect your senses, his eyes snapped open, 

“I was unaware of possessing such power.”

With that, Vegeta pressed your mouths together, but the touch was fleeting - so fleeting that you involuntarily followed him to catch the eluding kiss. His beautiful, sharply defined lips broke into a slight smile.

“What’s the opposite of fear?” he asked with insistence, and kissed you again -  his mouth warm and firm, the burning kiss like a seal, the possessive look - like a claim. “This is what I want you to feel with me.”

A small lightning shot between your legs, making them weak. If he really wanted you to believe him so much… You chewed on your lip, feeling the last feeble shields of your heart slowly but surely crumbling. 

It was so good that it might have been worth being deceived.

“You had no right to do this,” you whispered into his lips, moving up his body to connect your hips with his. You clothed pussy brushed the shaft of his heated cock, and you had to withdraw, suppressing a whine. “Uhhh… I needed this fear to keep myself in hand.”

“So, this was ‘in hand’?” Vegeta sneered, shifting under you as if seeking more of this touch. “I’m impressed and intrigued.” 

Lifting your butt higher and higher, you persistently escaped his attempts, mentally preparing for the intense pleasure this contact promised. Unsuccessful in his striving to reach your pussy,  the prince bucked his hips in frustration. 

“Woman, damn you…!” he hissed under his breath.

“Impressed and intrigued,” you mimicked playfully. “As if you can set a better example in this regard!” 

Vegeta froze, staring. In silence. You couldn't help but giggle at his expression, and that was what ended his patience. His fingers twitched under your butt, and before you could object, he forcefully tugged at the cloth of your pants, causing the poor fabric to tear.

R-R-R-I-P!

“Ah!” you gasped as the cool air of the cave clung to your tender, soaked folds. The force of his grip tore your underwear along with your pants. A crimson tide surged into your cheeks as you stared back at him in quiet shock of disbelief.

“If you want me to set an example, I will,” Vegeta said darkly. His breathing became much deeper as your scent filled the air. “Just do us both a favor and stop pretending, would you?”

Another rush of thrill, another wave of emotional excitement. He knows. He wants it his way, and if only you give him a cue…

“N-no, I… I don't know what you mean,” you mumbled, your consciousness floundering, your sensations pulling your focus as you started to realize that nothing separated your private parts anymore. Your heart raced at the idea of your pussy finally meeting his cock, and you felt your insides warm up intensely to have you prepared. You were dripping for him.

The prince gritted his teeth.

“I'm so fed up with your nonsense,” he grumbled under his breath. “Why am I tolerating all this…? I'm out of my mind, clearly.”  The vice of his hands closed on your hips, making you squeak.

“Eeek! W-w-wait, l-let me…” you stuttered. The imminence of what was happening made you shudder, feeling weak in the face of his force.

“No,” Vegeta growled back. A pair of strong hands forced down your hips. Your knees slid apart, and your soft pussy plopped onto his cock. 

“Aaa-aah!” A startled yelp escaped your lips. You tried to regain your footing, but the prince kept holding you down, and your clit rubbed against the underside of his glans as you squirmed, whining from the sensation and yearning for more. It felt good, very good, but depriving you of the ability to dose your pleasure, he robbed you of any chance to preserve your sanity and keep at least some semblance of your feeble control…

“Wait, ah, ah… Wait!” you pleaded through your deep, sultry gasps. “Y-you just have to wait, I… ”

“I don't fucking care, I can’t take it anymore!” Vegeta exploded. “You’re so warm, so wanting, so close - how long should I wait!? And for what!? I'm so done with your games…!!” 

He pushed his cock along your slit, and his heavy grunt joined your moaning. Then again, and again, every movement a bliss, every friction a challenge to your composure and thinking. You wanted nothing more than to fall on his chest to revel in his passion and power, and the prince didn't slow down, as if not wanting to let you out of this spell.

“You say I want you to lose your mind, while my mind is already lost!” Vegeta stormed furiously, grinding his hips, and the sensation of your slick arousal smearing on his flesh only seemed to add to his ardor. “Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?” 

He grabbed the back of your head to press your lips to his mouth, stealing a short, hot, and ravenous kiss. 

“Like hell you do! You know nothing about me, about my blood or my race! Why did you even take such a risk!?” he seethed, possessively squeezing your thigh, clearly not going to allow you escape. 

You could no longer sustain the mad, leaping light that was in his eyes… Your lids fluttered down, and the prince growled at the broken eye contact. 

“Reckless, stubborn, impossible woman, this is all your doing!” the prince lashed through panting. “Now fucking sit on my cock and give me back my damn mind!”

Desire burned through you like a flame. If he just enters you right now, just like that, you can wave your mind goodbye, and there’s no guarantee it will ever return. Drawing upon the last bits of your self-control, you pushed your hand down between your bodies until you felt the throbbing of hard and moist, thick flesh against your fingers. 

“Oh, fuck…” Vegeta breathed. His grip on your hips loosened, and you immediately reinforced the success by wrapping your hand around his cock tightly and giving it a few good strokes. “Fuuuck…” the prince groaned as his body responded to your caresses, pushing him to grind against your hand and spare your poor pussy. “Come on, woman, you can’t be on it again…”

Smiling shyly, you leaned towards his ear. Pinching teasingly along its edge with your lips, you didn’t cease your strokes, excited by the sense of power you had over his body, enjoying the sensation of his manly vigor coursing under your fingers.

"I've heard that anticipation enhances pleasure," you whispered sensually, pressing your breasts against his chest, fully enjoying the sense of his closeness.

His answering roar caused stone chips to fall from the ceiling. You dropped your head and laughed softly, nuzzling his neck. By freeing you from fear, he himself unleashed a playful and lustful monster that knows no limits. Giving his cock a playful squeeze, you made the threatening sounds choke in his throat. After a brief pause full of licking, nibbling, and all sorts of teasing, Vegeta abruptly altered his tone.

“Whatever I do, woman, I tend to focus on the objective,” he muttered, but there was no edge to his tone, and you smiled against his skin. Your lips slowly climbed the side of his neck until you reached his earlobe. Giving it a gentle bite, you felt the prince shudder. “Uh… Damn,” he swore quietly. “I have to admit there is a certain appeal in getting lost with you on the way.”

His hands came alive on your hips, but he no longer tried to impose his desire, resorting to another way to encroach on your sanity…

By a detailed examination of your body.

Not what you were ready for.

He merely brushed his thumbs along the line of your hips, from the inside to the outside, and you whimpered into his ear as you felt your legs already giving out. Breathing heavily, you somehow managed to stay on your knees. Vegeta hummed, interestedly, and began running his fingers back and forth over the same sensitive lines.

“Sensitive here, huh?” he asked softly and quietly as a tiger's deadly paws tread on the forest floor. “Where else? Oh, wait,” suddenly a pair of strong hands landed on your buttocks and squeezed the voluptuous curves. “Finally, within my reach!” he triumphed, unceremoniously kneading the object of his attraction. “Mmm, even better than I imagined…”

Your arousal spiked so violently into your brain that you felt your head spinning. Why couldn't he just keep still and quiet? You had a premonition from the very outset that if he started to really take action, you'd be in such trouble… 

Did you want this to happen? Oh, you knew the answer.

But it didn't make your task any easier.

The slow, increasingly resolute movements of his hands felt indescribably good, and you bent to meet those hands, like a wild forest cat for passionate mating. Yes, you wanted him to mate with you. You chose him, seduced him. Lured into your territory.

He was yours to mate.

Feeling the sense of self-awareness leaving your mind, clouded by heavy lust, you abruptly bent further, slipping out of his hands. Brushing your cheek against his skin, you moved down his body - down his chest, down his abs - until your face met his groin.

Here. It’s safe here, flickered in your inflamed brain, and you closed your eyes, burying your nose deep into his balls with a relishing purr. It was your zone of power, you remembered, regaining some of your confidence. Here, you could keep control. 

And you wouldn’t mind staying there forever… The sight of his re-erected cock was glorious, delicious, alluring, just perfect - the most perfect you've ever seen, beautiful in every line, every curve, ready for even more fun. 

Inhaling deeply, you breathed in his musky aroma. The raw scent of him was the best. Somehow, he smelled even better after release, and you…

Vegeta coughed, drawing your attention. Without parting with his crotch, you raised your face at him, looking almost desperate as your lips kissed the base of his cock.

He had to understand. Like you understood him.

His half-lidded gaze regarded you most benignly as he contemplated you with an enigmatic spark in his eyes.

"Not that I didn’t enjoy it," the prince smirked quite winningly. "But right now, I'd prefer something else."

No shouting, no anger, you realized, unable to forbear smiling. Only pure desire and unwavering determination. It made you feel so good and warm inside, like never before.

How could you refuse him when he was just so cute…?

“And what…what is it that… you’d prefer…?” you wanted your voice to be sensual and bold, but it was scarcely a whisper. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed red, and the air stuck in your throat. 

Was it the trick of the light? 

You didn't have time to think about it when he grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you up, stopping only when your noses touched. Trying not to collapse on him, you put your arms out and felt his chest heaving under your hands.

“You,” he said simply. His palms glided down your back, and a soft rumble shook his core. “All of you.” 

Some switches started to go off in your head. Never in your life have you ever suspected that attraction can be so irresistibly strong. But with him… With him, everything began to seem possible.

“Vegeta…” you whispered barely audibly, but nothing escaped the power of his Saiyan hearing.

“Hm?” he asked, looking you in the eyes as his hands reached your lower back and touched the sensitive skin there, making your hips jerk.

"Ah!” you gasped and bit your lip. You couldn't let him play with you so easily! “I want to fuck you," you blurted out, hoping to get back at him, embarrassing him with your bold indecency like you did before. Your face was bright hot, your body was burning, but your voice stayed unwavering. "Now." 

The prince started quaking under your fingers, and even your besotted mind realized that he was chuckling. You stared at him, resented, and caused him a grin,

"Shouldn't I be doing the fucking, woman?"

You groaned. Obviously. It won’t work on him anymore. Not after everything that you had done…

"I don't care who will do it,” you gritted through clenched teeth, as intimidatingly as you only could. “I need your cock. Inside."

Vegeta growled back much louder, demonstrating how the intimidation ought to be done, and yet the frightening sound was smoothed a little by his awareness of the overpowering passion that inspired your daring insistence. 

You hardly blinked an eye. He won't do anything to you - he said so himself. The prince growled again, this time approvingly.

“If you want it so much, then you shall have it,” he declared in a voice that was so adorably solemn before his tone and gaze softened. “I can feel your hesitation, and I see your concern…" A little pause hung in the air. “This time, we’ll figure it out together.”

You thought you could cry if you weren't so worked up. He broke through the walls - his own as well as yours - and with him, you could burn, giving flames of all colors of your innermost nature. Feeling more alive than before, than ever, you were ready to revel in this moment to the fullest extent.

Allowing your eyelids to fall closed, you leaned forward with your lips slightly puckered. Unsurely, timidly… Just recently, he didn't speak the language. Will he understand…?

Vegeta didn’t make you wait, meeting your lips halfway with a low, pleasured grunt as your mouths connected and his tongue touched yours. Giving your all to the kiss, drowning, dissolving in the strength of his hunger, you outright whined, unable to satisfy your appetite for him quickly enough.

You felt his lips stretch into a grin, and bit his lower lip before he could make more fun of you. Without breaking the kiss, he snorted and bit you back harder… or his teeth were just sharper. And then again, when you didn’t follow suit.

“Oumf!” you huffed and opened one eye to see his gaze set on you, openly laughing. 

Did he like this game so much…?

With a soft, playful growl, you clamped your teeth on his lip and pulled lightly, wiggling your head before throwing yourself on him. Vegeta grunted as your body pressed against his -  your breasts against his chest, your belly against his abs, skin on skin, warmth to warmth… He seemed to forget about the bites completely, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you.

When your lips reconnected, your origins seemed to be all that remained alien.

This closeness… was something special. Genuine and erotic, warm and fulfilling, comforting and satisfying, and yet unutterably exciting… You relished this feeling, losing and finding yourself in it, in him, in his power and energy - already knowing you couldn't do without more. You were ready, were reckless, but the prince was so worth the risk, and you squirmed and writhed, seeking more of his touch, more of his lips, more of his everything until a firm pressure between your folds from below pierced you with pleasure, causing a flash of electric desire to run through your core. 

“Aaa-AH!” you moaned as your insides cramped with lustful impatience. 

Perfectly lined up with your hole, Vegeta stilled watchfully with the tip of his cock at the very rim, just about to enter. The mere idea of taking him drove you insane, and you stretched these last moments, reveling in the lovelorn longing that ached so sweetly inside you, knowing it was about to end. It was about to happen. To worst or to best, whatever would happen next, then and there…

You were about to have him.

“L… Let me,” you breathed into his lips, then smiled and put one of your palms on his chest to straighten on top of him in all the glory of your feminine beauty. “I got this.”

His breath hitched for a moment as he took in the view. But when the meaning of your words reached his mind, Vegeta closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. His mighty chest rose and fell under your hand as he inhaled a lungful of air and let out the heaviest sigh you've ever heard, a sigh that combined an incredible number of shades of displeasure, but at the same time, a dash of delicious indulgence.

“...How long are you going to test my patience…?” he muttered grumpily under his breath. “What's the matter with you Earthlings anyway? The last time my resilience was challenged like this was on Earth, too… ” 

You openly admired the sight of the man sprawled beneath you. By then, your eyes should have gotten used to his striking appearance, but your heart just wouldn't stop fluttering anyway. Ah, this stern and militant, handsome heart-shaped face, these combatively sticking up peaks of disheveled black hair, this most beautifully ripped body with the abs you could spend the whole day licking… But most important - his spirit, his drive. The way he filled you with his energy, as if denying you being the only one giving. The way he made you feel so powerful in your sexuality.

But you weren't allowed to admire for too long.

“Tch…!” Vegeta opened his hand and shot you a glare. "I did know better than to mess with you…!”

This minor explosion of his temper made you giggle, and the prince's eyes narrowed dangerously. His face turned annoyed and hard, but through the slits of his half-closed eyelids, the lust glowed like coals of fire. 

It wasn't easy to keep your lips from stretching further.

“Regretting it now?” you couldn’t resist a little teasing accompanied by a gentle sway of your hips. His smooth head brushed your clit, and a bolt of pleasure shot upward. You rubbed lightly against the prince’s flesh, enhancing the pleasure.

Vegeta froze for only an astounded blink of his eyes before exploding even stronger.

“You wish! In due time, I’ll have everything I want!” A deep bestial growl shook his chest, but with a visible effort, he choked the sound in his throat. Slamming his fist on the ground, the prince blurted out, “Damned, insufferable woman, stop provoking me! Do the thing, or I’ll do it!”

“What thing…?” A coy simper danced across your features as your hips rocked back and forth, savoring the sensation of his sleek hardness between your legs so close to the most sacred and sinful part of your body. 

Noticing the livid sparks that flashed in his eyes, you quickly changed your tone,

“Fine, fine! I’m taking it seriously, I swear… It’s… It’s just…”

As you moved carefully, all your senses were directed downwards to feel out his glans, the tender edge of the one, and every protruding vein of his shaft. So silky, so tender… Your private parts caressed each other most deliciously, and yet there was something you simply couldn’t ignore. 

“Uhh, you're just so big…” you breathed with a mix of awe and respectful concern. “Gonna be a tight fit.”

Vegeta threw his head back and practically howled through clenched teeth.

“WOMAN!” The next moment, his hands gripped you by the waist as he looked you straight in the eye. “I'd rather die than beg,” the proud prince heaved. His teeth gritted, and he restated more firmly, “I'd rather die than beg, but I fucking need it.”

You bit your lip, feeling the downward force of his fingers, which trembled with tension, fighting the urge to simply push you down. Oh, he wasn't exaggerating, you thought, absorbing the pleasant heat of his palms. He wasn’t exaggerating a little bit, and yet his restraint was absolute… What an amazing man, you admired breathlessly. He won your trust, and you chose to believe.

Would it be so bad to lose your head with him?

Looking at his face, at his conflicted, but most resolute countenance, at the desperate, betraying flush of his body, you knew that he wouldn't give you away… No one would know anything. You knew that you could behave as licentiously as you liked with him, that you could let yourself go free, go indecent, go wild. And though you really liked the sense of constraint that his hands caused you, greedily squeezing your sides…

“You won,” you whispered. “I can't hold back with you anymore.”

Something changed in his eyes... You thought you saw these words light up his world, and the softest smile played on your lips in response to his surge of joy that you caused.

You were ready to surrender to him over and over to make this wonderful light in his eyes never go out.

Leaning on his abs, you rocked your hips once more to glide along his flesh, then caught him between your labia right against your tight opening. Your womanhood. A lock to your mind and body. A needy little moan escaped you as you felt Vegeta rock hard and throbbing, more than ready for action. His broad, rough-skinned hands slid down your thighs, his touch giving you confidence as you fully focused on what happened below.

Considering how much time you've spent playing with the prince’s cock, his size shouldn't have surprised you, but seeing him so big between your thighs, you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. And still, this anxiety also seemed to fuel your arousal… At that moment, it seemed like everything in the world served to fuel it. You sighed and bit your lip before lowering yourself just enough to feel his plump tip dipping into your heat with the gentlest of squelches. Oh, dear, you bit your lip harder, and froze like that, savoring the rush of thrilling sensations assaulting your core, trying to fully experience the contrast of his manly power and your own hungry pleasure. 

The things it did to you… Stopping felt equally risky as continuing, but the desire pushed you down with irresistible force. You lowered your hips a little more and whimpered as his cock began to stretch your entrance - much sooner and stronger than you expected.

You threw Vegeta an incredulous look, and your half-crazed gazes met. His expression mirrored your astonishment, as if only at this moment did he realize what a ‘tight fit’ meant. You could feel your face blush furiously as your breath burst out of your parted lips in tremulous gasps, your hair must have been a terrible mess, and yet the Saiyan prince looked at you as if you were the most amazing, delightful, attractive and beautiful creature he had ever seen, as if at this moment, you embodied all his desires, aspirations, and goals… 

You just couldn’t look away from the sight. You needed to see his face. Needed to see how his gaze changes further as he enters you. Needed to see how pleasure contorts his features when your warm walls clench around him, trying to hold him as he leaves. Needed to see how he arches as he pushes in, how he closes his eyes in pure bliss as he nears his release, needed to absorb every touch, every breath, every moment to keep them in your heart forever. Needed it… Needed him… 

Needed!

Holding his gaze, you wiggled your hips to let him stretch you out better, buying yourself time by prolonging the first moment of penetration. Vegeta grunted as the tight ring of your opening teased the neck of his cock, and his engorged flesh throbbed powerfully, forcing out of you a quiet yelp. Reflexively, your muscles squeezed him even stronger, drawing out of him another growly grunt. His fingers dug into your legs, desperate, yearning. Breathing raggedly and fitfully, the prince held himself with all the dignity he could muster, and only his eyes screamed for more.

More!

Unable to resist the man’s call, obedient to it as well as to your body and instincts, which slowly pulled the control out of your hands, you involuntarily held your breath before sinking onto the hot, thick, smooth cock until its plump head reached a tender spot inside, making a gaspy moan fall from your lips.

So good.

Too good.

“Aaah! Ha-ha-haaa…” you puled as your legs shook slightly, threatening to give out any moment, while the understanding that you shouldn’t was flashing red in your head. More, and you will be harmed. Let your hips fall, and he’ll tear you.  

Your hands started trembling, too - your strength was leaking out of your body with every moment of tension, refusing you a chance to back off. But before you could panic, a firm grip fixed your hips,

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” Vegeta muttered, his eyes clear and focused on where your parts connected. In response to your bewildered gaze, he smirked. “I see why you dawdled…” His smirk widened, giving a challenging squint to his eye. “But you will take me.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat and nodded just in case, even though his words were anything but a question…

He got you. The words rang through your head, sweetening your troubled heart. The proud, cruel, and selfish prince got you. Maybe he wasn’t that bad…? You couldn’t help but look at him, all eyes. And look. And look…

You looked at him when his hands grabbed your buttocks and lifted you, easing the pressure on your hole. Looked when his wilful hands bent you in a way that he found most pleasant. Looked when you felt his hot glans rubbing between your wet, swollen labia. Looked, when it started to stretch your entrance anew…

He got you. Despite the calamities that raged in his eyes, despite the needs of his Saiyan body that he restrained for your sake, he got you.

And you found yourself trusting him to do so.

“Breathe,” the prince's voice broke into your hazy thoughts, and you breathed in before you even realized it. 

Vegeta huffed approvingly, not breaking his concentration as he began to advance into your depth, inch by inch, leading your hips down on his manhood - slowly, steadily, and yet with deep, irrefutable need. Two steps in, one step out, breathe - the clear, encouraging, reassuring cadence of his plunges into you quickly captured all your senses, while his labored breathing and your own little moans mixed together in a precious concord of mutual sensual striving.

You both wanted to get there - the only question was how. But you really enjoyed looking for the answer together.

Suddenly, a shudder ran through your body when you felt his hard flesh so deep within that there was simply nowhere to go.

“O-ooh!” you exhaled loudly, unable to prevent your pussy from clenching on his size, desperate for that fullness, itching for stretch.

“Uhhh,” Vegeta groaned as the bead of sweat rolled down his temple. “Truth be told, I expected that of the two, this part of you would be more… uh, more suitable for…”

Pressing your lips together, you jerked your hips upwards yet to no much avail as his hold of you didn’t loosen one bit. Your gazes crossed, both equally furious.

“If you don't like something, you can get out!” you hissed, jerking again even more irritably, but with the same result.

“Don’t even think about that,” Vegeta growled back. “Stay right where you are.”

Something in his rough timbre sent a delicious jolt between your legs, and before you knew it, you grabbed his face and fell on top of him, kissing him with all the passion of your burning lust, pressing your body to his, eager to dissolve in him, to unite with him, to become one.

And the prince responded to you no less fiercely. As soon as you dropped your attempts to get off him, his hands went roaming over your body until you were wrapped in an embrace with his arm over your waist and his other hand on your nape. 

Suddenly, what you had didn’t seem even nearly enough.

Whimpering, mewling needily into his lips, you started moving. Your hips raised and fell in a languid, pleasant rhythm as your plenteous arousal filled the air with the wet, filthy sounds. You could feel every movement of the thick cock inside you.

His cock. Vegeta’s.

You closed your eyes, immersing yourself in the most delicious indulgence, savoring his tough, uncompromising lips, his ironclad body, and the hardness of his unyielding flesh. Your hand slipped between your bodies to feel his shaft as it went in and out of you, and a moan escaped your lips.

“Mmmmnhhh! You’re filling me, umf… Filling me so well!” you panted between the greedy kisses of the prince, teasingly scratching the base of his cock.

“Keep moving, woman,” Vegeta heaved back. “I’ll fill you even more.”

And you did. Tightening your fingers on the part of his girth you were yet to take, you carefully moved your pussy up and down, growing more and more comfortable as you accommodated him better and better. The heavy presence of his flesh occupied every nerve of your body with such delightful sensations that you didn’t think you could stop. You wanted to take him whole.

And your body, your instincts, seemed to know what to do.

Realizing that you could no longer allow yourself to be distracted by kisses, you buried your face in his strong neck, breathing in his mind-stealing scent, and immediately felt his hot mouth under your ear, planting small, probing bites. The sensation of the Saiyan teeth on your delicate skin messed all your plans, causing you such a violent surge of arousal that you let out a deep, shuddering moan, feeling how a generous share of your pleasure warmed your pussy from the inside and smeared on the prince’s cock, making the penetration much easier…

“Not bad,” Vegeta purred against your skin, sending more shivers down your spine. “Don’t stop, woman," he commanded, as if sensing your intention to give yourself time to cope with the sensations. “Or I will have to take on...”

You wanted to grunt at him, but all you could manage was another strangled moan. With an effort of will, you put your hands on his chest and lifted yourself out of reach of his ravenous mouth. He didn’t seem to expect it, and his hands fell off you, losing the grip on his prize… Before he could express a protest that flashed in his eyes, you changed the angle of your hips and resolutely brought them down, replacing the disapproval on the prince's face with divine bliss. Then again, and again - you pressed your advantage, finding more and more angles at which he could stretch you, getting him deeper and deeper every time until the last, bold and confident push connected your pussy to his pubis and a snug fit of your warmth enveloped him fully. 

“Nghhh!” the prince groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes shut, his muscles bulging under the strain of his pleasure.

“Mmm… Your pleasure sounds so good…” A pretty smile bloomed on your lips as you straightened, watching him. “I wouldn't mind hearing more." 

Slightly rocking your hips, you worked through your sensations, absorbing them, taming them, enjoying the delights of your newfound position. You deserved this moment, you thought proudly, intending to celebrate your little victory to the fullest, playing the muscles of your pussy on his girthy flesh that was now your conquered ground. Clench, hold, relax. Watch the powerful warrior bite back his lewd sounds. Clench, hold, relax. You were such a good girl for him.

Clench, hold, relax. 

Vegeta still refused to let his voice free, causing little imps to start dancing within you.

“I can do this all day,” you bluffed cheekily. “Such a good exercise.”

“Fuck… woman, move,” the prince choked out, his eyes still shut.

“Oh, I will, don’t you doubt it. I so want your cock, but…” You raised your hips until his heavy flesh slipped out of you, instantly making your pussy feel lonely. You hoped it won’t be for long, and… 

Yes! The eyes of the prince snapped open and zeroed in on you while you tilted your head, flashing him a smile redolent of insidious charm. 

“But how are you going to enjoy it if you don't want to look at me?”

“I do want to,” Vegeta gritted. “You have no idea how much I actually want.” He covered his face with his hand and sighed deeply. “And it's getting worse by the minute...”

“Yeah? Why?” you inquired, showing the fullness of your attention. The prince pretended to ignore you completely - the only response you got was the reddish hue of the tips of his ears - but you already began to guess the reasons.

He was so incredibly cute at moments like this.

Giggling provocatively, you made his indignant face emerge from under his palm, then put your fingertips on the top of your breasts. The prince's gaze instantly darted to your hands and stayed glued to them while you slowly traced your fingers over your perky nipples and down the seductive lines of your body to the apexes of your thighs. 

“Is it my fault?” you asked sweetly.

“Absolutely,” the unbearable meanie of a man confirmed without stopping to feast his dark eyes on your curves. “All of this is your fault.”

You licked and bit your bottom lip. Just as you needed time to get used to the new sensations, so did he… Could he also fret over losing control of himself? Even if it wasn’t the first time he faced the inexpressible delicacy and an exquisite allure of a woman's body, it was certainly the first time he could savor the pleasure while being squeezed by its welcoming warmth. 

Your warmth. 

A sweet tug in your loins drew you back into action. You pressed your pussy against the underside of his cock and began grinding lightly, increasing the pressure with each movement, whining softly through your closed lips as the excessive sensual tension in your clit was rubbed away by his shaft.

If he thought he could just finish faster and avoid the full force of the temptation that your body offered, then he had greatly miscalculated. You just had to push him in the right direction.

“I see how you look at me,” you breathed, gazing at the prince from under half-closed eyelids. His eyes stopped on your face, both full of lust and yet absolutely alert. “You like what you see, don't you?” you added softly.

The prince nodded slowly.

“But… just watching isn't enough, is it?”

He froze, breathless. You could hear his gears grinding as he struggled with his urges… But his faith in himself was no weaker than yours. Just a few moments, and he repeated the nod, this time with more vigor. 

You smiled, full of playful sexual energy that always bubbled up in you next to him and never seemed to run low… In a burst of inspiration, you shook your head and brushed your hair back from your face in a gesture that you hoped would look graceful, then put your hands behind your back to lean on his muscular thighs. Your skin burned, your senses were on fire, your body desperately craved him, but the desire to impress the prince and win his heart was much stronger.

“Touch me,” you offered, arching towards him. Vegeta stared at you, his puzzled look making you suddenly shy. “If you want," you murmured, slightly hunching your head into your shoulders.

The disbelief in his gaze was replaced by excited delight, but it disappeared behind his usual severity before you could even blink.

So used to always hiding himself, you thought tenderly. But maybe with you, he'll realize how pointless it is.

As if confirming your thoughts, the prince set about it at once, pressing his hot palms to the top of your belly. There was something almost reverent about the way they slid down before gliding up to repeat the sensual descent. Feeling the heat of his hands on your skin, you hummed happily, encouraging him to proceed. And be quick about it.

Vegeta only glanced at you once before his approach went a whole turn around. He cupped your breasts and squeezed them greedily. His fingers - deliberately or not - pinched your sensitive nipples that didn't expect such treatment. You gasped, and blushed, and then something clicked in your head, making you arch to him even more, eager to meet his hands, to satisfy his whims, to have his caresses in any form they can come. 

And yet, his wonderful thumbs brushed against your sensitive peaks only once, as if he tried to gauge your reaction. You whimpered.

“More, please… More.”

Vegeta chuckled with dark satisfaction that caused your pussy another surge of heat.

“I remember telling you to do something, too…” he reminded, drawing teasing circles around your nipples. “What could that be…”

“You didn’t ask politely enough.” You stuck out your tongue at him, succumbing to your rebellious spirit.

“Wrong,” Vegeta deadpanned, his forefingers now joining the torturous teasing as he began rubbing your nipples between his fingers. You managed to hold back your sounds until he pulled them just slightly, ending your stubbornness shamefully quickly.

“Aaaah!”

“You have to try to recall,” the prince sneered, radiating wicked, sadistic glee. You sucked in air as your arousal spiked once more.

It shouldn’t have been this hot!

Breathing huffily through your parted lips, you couldn't, and didn’t want to look away from him. Even through the veil of pouty dissatisfaction, all the manifestations of his dominant nature kept turning you on… Oh, how you wanted to have this rough and powerful man moaning under you while the weight of his cock filled you from the inside… 

Ahem! you pulled yourself together. No one will fulfill your dream for you!

Navigating your crotch over his, you leaned forward a little and soon had his heated flesh against your entrance,

“Promise…” you asked demurely, and your voice broke. 

No, we won't get far that way, you thought, frustrated with yourself. Virgin or not, you were talking to the prince of all Saiyans. 

Tossing your head up decisively, you shoot down at him a look worth a hundred princely glares. Vegeta blinked surprisedly and stilled, as if sensing the shift in you. Your fingers tightened on the hard muscles of his legs, and you tried again. 

“Promise you’ll look at me.”

The prince rolled his eyes, then returned them to your face, smirking.

“What's the matter with you, woman? You want my cock or my attention?”

Both, you answered mentally. Both, both, both. You were ready to hold on to this thread of connection between you with hands, feet, and… yeah, that, too. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. The shields you put were still holding. Staying motionless, you just stared at the prince with your mouth sealed shut and your chest heaving under his hands.

“Fine,” the prince finally relented. “I won't take my eyes off you anymore…” The rough skin of his palms brushed your breasts as he slowly drove them down until they took a secure hold of your sides. “...nor my hands.”

A happy exhale burst out of you, and you dropped your hips, taking his cock whole, slamming your pussy into his crotch with the most depraved slapping sound.

“Nghhhwaaaah!” your moan could not be contained. For a few moments, every little part of your body was alight and screaming in pleasure. Torn from the mundane existence by the force of your sensations, you barely felt strong fingers squeezing your waist, barely heard a moan locked away by his teeth -  all you cared about was the hot flesh you impaled yourself onto, and everything else just fell off you like a husk. And it was amazing.

Unwilling to leave this uplifting flow, you didn’t give yourself more time to think. Surrendering to your desires, you allowed them to consume you fully, and before your head cleared, you repeated the movement, and then again and again, more and more, with fervent haste, not letting the fireworks in your body go out.

You wanted this for so long…. For too long, and now you were happy to forget yourself in the needy rhythm of your hips, in the feeling of his thickness that soothed the nagging ache of your pussy, replacing it with pure pleasure with every friction, with every time his cock stretched you, with every time you rose from it only to drop down again, getting another delicious hit at the end of your pussy…

That had been something raw, startling, explosive, and at the same time something passionate and deep, making you throw your head back and close your eyes, giving in to sensations. It was like you'd stopped feeling yourself, forgetting where you started and where he ended. And yet even through your sexual craze, you could feel his hands wandering over your body, exploring and fondling every line and every curve that he only explored with his eyes before. 

Now it was in the past, you thought, trying to catch your inner rhythm, falling into sync with his squeezes and strokes. Now, you have handed him the keys to your pleasure, as well as to his… You've handed them to a man who wasn't shy about taking what he wanted, fighting for it fiercely on any battlefield. And you had no regrets. Feeling his warmth, the reliable support of his body, the boldness of his confident hands, and the beating of his hot flesh inside you, you knew only one thing.

You’ve handed them to the right man.

“Ah, Vegeta!” you moaned his name every time you jumped on his cock. “Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta!”

It was unbelievable how his cock could stimulate so many places inside you at once…  And you made sure to let him know how you felt. Your sultry, vocal breathing never stopped for a moment as you bent to make the shaft touch your clit, caressing it with every glide. Tightening your inner muscles, you leaned forward, bringing your red-hot face closer to the prince and easily catching his gaze.

He was really looking at you, and his eyes were aglow with fiery desire. 

“Prince, my prince,” you mumbled, greedily absorbing this glow. “Never felt this good… How are you so perfect… Oh, I wish I knew before…”

“Then what?” he asked, a chuckle escaping him between shallow breaths. “Would’ve jumped on me back on Earth?”

Your eyes went wide. He remembered you!

“I hated it when you sent me away,” you attempted an offended face, but he immediately prevented that, running his hands down your spine. His fingers passed the small of your back and reached the tender spot lower. 

“Wo-...woooah…!” you expressed your delight as your body arched in pleasure.

“Hahah… I wouldn’t want to destroy such an exceptional female," Vegeta retorted with a content grin. “My eyes and my instincts weren't lying to me.” 

He carefully circled your tailbone, then paused and rubbed his fingers against it. Your legs twitched and, without any volition, spread wider. The amplitude of your hips’ motions increased, and a rush of desire brought a delicious hot tingle to the pummeled depth of your pussy. 

“W-wow!” you yelped. “Oh, dear…”

His words, his voice, his touches sent you into a frenzy, turning your controlled pace into a sloppy, unrestrained rhythm, and Vegeta welcomed it with a soft, satisfied chuckle.

“Ah, ah, aaah!” you moaned as the ride took you higher and higher to the shimmering, golden peak with the help of the prince, who didn’t cease his caresses that had such a controlling power over your body. The allure of superiority returned to him with every move, with every touch to your skin, which, as if on purpose, turned into one continuous erogenous zone, and yet, even feeling so vulnerable and sensitive in his arms, you knew how to use it to your advantage…

“So you've instantly got your eye on me?” you breathed in a sweet, ingratiating tone between the hasty breaths. “What did you think when you saw me?” 

Already knowing how difficult he was with voicing these things, you didn’t want to wait for him to collect his thoughts. You didn’t want him to collect his thoughts with you anymore, ever. You wanted him to speak his heart.

 “How did I look to you then?” you cooed. “Sweet? Great? Maybe…” You paused, allowing a cheeky curl on your lips. “…Sexy?”

The prince turned deep red. His gaze hardened, and yet he did not open his lips. At this moment, the creeping fatigue in your legs took its toll, and you had to slow down your fervent grinding. At that, Vegeta erupted.

“S… Ugrhhh, yes, damn it, sexy!” he blustered. “I thought you were sexy, woman, is that what you want to know!? The way you looked at me, ungh! Had I prevailed, I would have taken you for myself!”

Who would’ve taken whom, you chuckled mentally, and yet his admission brought warmth to your heart, giving more strength to your rampaging body. Putting your hands on the ground on both sides of him, you shifted your weight to lift some load off your legs, and picked up the pace, much to his pleasure, which he expressed in tense grunts of approval. His hands slid down, and he pulled your lower buttocks, making you take his cock even deeper as you moaned, gasping for air. 

You didn't mind such arbitrariness at all, savoring the beautifully contorted features of a man being lavishly gratified. But there was something you wanted in return.

To keep these stubborn lips unsealed.

“I love your voice,” you blurted out, without a second thought, without holding back. Wishing. Loving. Desiring. “I love your voice so much, I want to hear you, please, please keep talking to me!” you pleaded, throwing your hips on his cock as hard as you only could. 

Your body was beating against his relief form in waves as your clit kept rubbing against the base of his cock, and you did your best, more feeling than knowing that your own pleasure, your excitement of him, took him higher as well. 

“Aaah, aaah, aaah…!” With every drawn-out, pleasured moan, you could feel any moderation, any self-control leaving you, and the fall felt divine. “Tell me how good I am! Tell me how good this feels!” you pushed the prince where you needed him, giving generous hints, hoping he would seize on.

And he was not the kind of person who disappoints.

“S-silky… You…” Vegeta faltered, then swallowed, and his voice gained strength, turning into something aphrodisiacal. “You're so soft, so… nice… Taking my cock so good…”

Your heart began to hammer at a terrific pace. Expressing yourself, your desires, your needs to him, focused on your own feelings, you seemed to miss the moment when his wall of resistance finally fell.

The effect was predictable.

For several long, rapturous seconds, your body burned as the spiking excitement of your mind caused by his responsiveness triggered a chain of lustful reactions in your aroused body, and your overheating pussy spilled it all for you.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. 

“Haa… haa… haa…” you breathed with every thrust of your hips. “Do you feel it? Do you hear how it sounds?” 

Your feelings burst you from the inside, making you only more loquacious as more and more effusive words fell from your lips, but the Saiyan prince made no attempts to silence you as his eyes grew darker by the second, as if stealing the ambient light while the most charming crimson color did not leave his cheeks.

“Wet…” Vegeta heaved a response, his brows furrowing as he focused on his sensations. “So wet, grnh… It’s like your pussy kisses my balls every time you drop your hips…” Looking completely absorbed by the sensual show you performed, still, he didn’t let his eyes close, and his devouring, lust-hazed look sent your pleasure skyward. “Damn it, it’s too good!”

His enraptured outcry hit between your legs most deliciously, spurring you to bring your hips down even harder to give him more of what he found so pleasing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you moaned every time the cock of the prince pushed your cervix. Oh, how proud you were of being able to take him… How excited you were to feel your womanhood fully conquered! His cock went in and out smoothly despite the massiveness of his girth, and hearing his pleasured voice, you simply couldn’t stop dripping. “You're doing this to me, Vegeta,” fell from your lips, your voice low and steamy, betraying the deep passion that lay beneath. “You, you… You! Aaaah!” 

His cock pulsed inside you so strongly that the pressure of his expanding flesh made you stop abruptly, braking on the very edge of a bottomless depth, nevertheless so inviting. Breathing deeply, with your eyes shut tight, you felt your orgasm seeping into your senses and tried to forbid yourself from focusing on it, as if it could help you avoid the imminent rapture.

A rough voice, hoarse with desire, broke the silence of a fragile, sensitive moment.

“Oh, no, you don’t.”

The tiniest thrust of his cock into your hypersensitive walls sent a wave of breathtaking, sweet warmth through your loins, flagrantly violating your plans to last at least a little bit longer. Knowing there was no way back now, you rolled your hips, riding this wave, feeling the ignition of orgasm within your unsated, highly flammable pussy as your inner muscles tightened and tightened, stimulating themselves on the thick hardness of his cock.

“A-... a-...” your voice choked as you gasped for air, feeling this heavenly heat surging in your lower parts and spreading through your whole body. In anticipation of the oncoming burst of sensations, you squeezed your eyelids with such force that tears filled your eyes. Paralyzed, trembling, you could hear your heart pounding. Thump. Thump. Thump…

Your pussy clenched, your body arched, locking, and an avalanche of sensations claimed you as you came hard on his cock.

“AAAH! AAAH! AAAAAAH…!” 

A powerful shuddering that went through you broke into a series of quick contractions that shook your whole body, amply rewarding you for your sensual breaking. Absorbed by your pleasure, you felt your hips jerking wildly with short, sharp grinds to make his glans rub your sweetly aching weak spot, and barely perceived the sounds of grunting, growling, and cursing produced by the man who brought this on you, and was now meeting his challenge inside your pulsing walls.

After a few moments that seemed like an eternity full of inexhaustible sensual delights, you managed to open your eyes. Finding yourself still in the world of the living, you took a deep cleansing breath and lowered your gaze.

Stumbling upon a pair of atramentous, ravenous eyes, glinting in the cozy semi-darkness of the cave, you realized your surroundings and blushed deeply. You came before him again. But… but this time, you tried to hold back. It was all because of him!!

“Y-you… You…!” you began as your voice returned to you, but your accusing tone caused Vegeta such a grin of sheer, brazen self-satisfaction that you got tangled up in words. Chewing on them for a moment, you decided to change your play. 

“Uhhh, so… H… Hhh…” It was not an easy task to get your tongue to comply. “H-How did it feel…?”

Vegeta tilted his head back, as if reflecting on the matter at hand, before shooting you a haughty, a bit derisive look.

“Like you owe me now.” He finally said, smirking. 

Overcome by a moment of sensual weakness, you chose not to object and just let yourself sink on top of him, laughing faintly. His demonstration performance couldn't fool you. The powerful chest of the prince heaved so hard that you felt yourself rocking on warm, gentle waves and relaxed, purring in grateful bliss.

“Ah, how will I ever repay you…?” you joshed into his ear, your lips brushing against his earshell.

“I have some ideas,” he grumbled softly into yours, then suddenly nipped your earlobe and pulled lightly, licked, nipped, and pulled again.

“Auhhh, umm,” you murmured with your disobeying lips. “This is so nice…”

Vegeta bit into your sensitive flesh a little harder, sending a ticklish, pleasant jolt down your body that made your legs twitch.

“I’m not nice, woman,” he refuted, his words caressing your ear with the warmth of his breath. “Far from it. But your reactions simply provoke me to play with you more…”

You listened carefully, unable to move a single muscle, struggling to get your wind back. Play with you, huh… Watching him fight back on Earth, you noticed that the prince indeed liked to play with his prey - the more confident he was of victory, the longer he could savor the pleasure of his absolute greatness. Lying in his arms, at his mercy, languid, tired, depleted, with all your senses numbed by the recent release, you thought only about how you could use this to your advantage to win at least a small respite…

Before you show him who’s the real prey here.

But at that moment, his cock was inside you in full strength, stuffing, yearning, unsatisfied. Vegeta didn't seem willing to leave your pussy anytime soon, and his caresses - cautious and at the same time prone to intemperance - didn’t give you much time. 

If you don't make a move, he will make it himself - it was clear as day. And then you could wave goodbye to whatever control you still had… So you had to act quickly.

Easier said than done, you mentally groaned with some lacklustre frustration. Your thoughts, slow and heavy, swirled in your head indolently, and even the tiny rays of awareness that managed to break through the thick fog of lust as you got your release did not help to make your sluggish body obey.

Meanwhile, Vegeta didn’t seem bored, helping himself to your pliant form. As if feeling your relaxed, sensitized state, he no longer moved, watching, waiting, and yet not letting you forget about him and his pressing need for even a moment. His hands stroked, rubbed, and kneaded everything he could reach, looking for more of your sensitive spots while helping to spread bliss through your body. His licks and nips moved to your neck and slowly descended over your shoulder, where he nibbled on your skin before his lips trailed back to your ear, making you perforce crave staying with him like this forever…

Here, together with him. In his arms, under his watch. You closed your eyes, nuzzling his strong neck, covetingly breathing his scent. Why did he have to smell so good? You wanted to never part with this scent and with the pleasant feeling it arose…

…The feeling of belonging.

No. No, no, no…! you flinched, overcome by a fit of panic, and scratched the stone floor, struggling to find support for your body. It’s all hormones… It’s their fault! A turmoiled rush in your chest intensified as you were assailed with sadness and regret. 

It shouldn’t have felt so right to be with him… It shouldn’t have been so amazing to have sex with him! Your feelings for the alien prince sank deeper and deeper into your heart, taking root there, and you had neither the strength nor the real desire to fight them. 

How could you be so silly? You mentally scolded yourself. You should have done it quickly - just have some fun and relief, nothing more! Why did you let yourself get so carried away!? 

You tried to push yourself off the prince to put at least some distance between your magnetized bodies - your survival instinct wanted to leave you a chance… But the force of your attraction appeared to be too strong for your failing limbs as they seemed to resist your attempts. Now you could fully experience what it's like when your body fights against you. You let out a small, helpless sob, and were immediately encaged by the ring of strong arms, but for the first time, this reassurance didn’t bring your heart joy.

Don't hug me like that if you're going to disappear later. 

Full of vibrant feelings that Vegeta shouldn't have seen and devoid of the strength to hide them, you tried to wriggle out of his arms. It felt like trying to wriggle out from under a hydraulic press, but while you fidgeted, one thing caught your attention.

 Although your legs felt the strain of your sexual feats, your knees on the stone floor didn't suffer at all… Blinking in puzzlement, you tilted your head and saw the blue underneath.

His suit! Your heart pounded against your ribs, and your lips quivered from emotion. All these rocks and sharp edges posed no threat to a Saiyan, but to your human body, delicate and fragile… 

He had thought of it. You swallowed a lump down your throat. For you… 

…He did care.

No! No!! Don't let him fool you!!! everything inside you screamed and wailed. He was a ruthless space invader, warmonger - he wanted to take over your planet, your home!! He tried to kill your friends, and he could still do it!!! 

…But at that very moment, this mighty and murderous alien monster was gently stroking your hair, holding you, warming you, waiting for your body to return to its strength.

How could you convince yourself not to succumb to his charm?

“Umf,” as if to make this question even more impossible to answer, Vegeta began sampling your neck much more eagerly, allowing his teeth to graze your skin every time, stoking up your arousal. And if your mind has cleared up a little after the orgasm, for him… it seemed to have gotten worse. 

Your reanimation and squirming against his body seemed to stir the prince, pushing his thoughts and actions towards a single goal… Feeling his increasingly insistent hands on your body, his hot touches and strokes, the needy passion of which could not be denied, you could tell that Vegeta was resolute on dragging you back with him into the maelstrom of lust.

His ardor and persistence stole your breath, mollifying your worries, making you melt, yielding to his caresses despite your best judgment. At this moment, it felt like your body and your mind split up, each striving for its own with no regard for the other, breaking you, pulling you, tearing you apart…

And yet, then and there, you were too weakened to fight. His rousing caresses showered freely on you, and with how tightly he held you, there was nothing you could do but accept them. You gave a long, plaintive moan, full of fierce infighting, and the prince seemed drawn to that sound as it resonated through your throat… His mouth quickly found the hollow of your neck and started climbing upwards, absorbing every ounce of your desperation.

“V… Vegeta…” you breathed. Not having your thoughts collected, still, you knew that if you didn’t stop him… 

The prince unlocked his hold of your shoulders to pull you into a kiss. His cock throbbed inside you to the sound of his name, which he could taste on your lips. His mouth was so hot. Your head spun. Your pussy flooded with heat…

Dear Gods, you prayed to heaven. His tongue pushed against yours dedicatedly, commandeering all the space for action, making way for your arousal by licking the most tender spots… Teasing, tickling, and soothing, and then repeating it all over again, the play of the prince’s mouth tantalized your senses, subjugating them to him and his desires as he took your taste for himself while giving you a generous share of his own. 

How hungry, how passionate he became when his shields fell…! you marveled, feeling yourself slowly ceding to his fire - as apprehensive as you were amazed, enticed, and… captivated. The mischievous little imps inside you had gone nowhere, but they'd definitely switched to the Saiyan prince's side. You could only hope that all of you would be enough to satisfy at least a bit of this hunger…

Shifting on top of him, you tried to balance your weight for lifting, and his body instantly betrayed his excitement as his cock swelled inside you, testing the limits of your stretch. You mewled into his mouth, and your limbs buckled. Vegeta growled in displeasure, and yet his ardor didn’t cease. His hands slid down and seized the backs of your knees to pull your legs up and closer to his hips so your stance could be more stable.

Look how resourceful. A hot shiver ran through your body in response to his determined approach. It seemed like he wasn’t going to allow you to give up. And if you said that you didn't like his domineering behavior, that would have been the most shameless lie of your life…

But even though he ripped your clothes, it wasn’t the biggest problem here. Something else was bothering you. A small, disturbing, flashing light in your head that persistently drew your attention to your poor pussy - strained, stretched tight, full to bursting with a hard, wanting cock that reached so deep within you… From everything you saw, you understood that Vegeta always fought fiercely to get his way, and now his growing demand, his desire, his strength, and his size introduced you to a question of vital importance.

How will you survive the rest of this coup if you won’t be even able to walk…?

You will not. The answer, blunt and unmerciful, made you inwardly shrunk. But you didn't let your thoughts get confused. Licking your lips, you straightened up on this untamed beast of a Saiyan, with the confidence of a rider in the saddle, in which she spent her whole life. You just had to incline him to use the pre-trodden path.

The prince looked at your maneuver from under half-closed eyelids with the curiosity of a man waiting for another pleasant surprise. You slowly drove your hips up along the length of his cock, and all the while his gaze remained complacent, warm, and benevolent…

It changed the moment his head slipped out of your warmth. The prince raised his head, stilling under you, akin to a statue of hot, breathing metal. His eyes - cold, prickly, aggressive - glared into your face, making you shudder.

It’s okay… It’s okay! you tried to calm yourself down. You've already seen this face and these eyes. He can’t scare you anymore.

Trying your best to suppress your fear, you soothingly placed your palm on his lower abs. Feeling how tense his muscles were there, you took a deep, bracing breath.

“I… I think we should hasten this up,” you suggested softly, yet your voice trembled as you hurried to explain. “T-they can return with the Dragon Ball at any moment! Let me do it the way you liked it befo… GYAAAAAAH!!!”

A pair of strong hands grabbed your hips and forcefully pushed you down, impaling you on his cock with fierce, punishing sharpness, and the fullness, the intensity of the sensations had you screaming out to the skies. Vegeta bared teeth. 

"You believe you have a way out of it at that point? How… cute," the Saiyan prince spat, his metallic tone giving you chills. "Listen here, you little, tight cunt. You are mine until I say otherwise. Nothing is over until I'm done. You clear?"

He paused, looking you straight in the eye, and you did your best to hold his gaze. The firm guidelines that you gave yourself before this game started were your solid mainstay.

Don't turn around. Don't run away, resonated through your mind like a faraway, fading echo. He'll eat you alive.

The air became heavier by the second, making it difficult to breathe. To think. To object. And yet your spirit refused to give up. He voiced his desire, doing precisely what you wanted him to do, a supportive thought formed in your mind. And even if… uhhh… You mentally stumbled, captivated by the sensation of your taut pussy walls pulsing around his cock.  Mnnhhh… Even if it gained some rough edge, you… You were still willing to… to consider… 

Yeah, that’s right! you snapped back to your gall. With it, your internal conflict has come to an end - your bestirred mind and body also snapped back together, taking you to new levels of courage and confidence.

You wanted this man, and you had him, you thought, feeling a riotous yearning of love breaking out in your heart. You could certainly handle him and everything he had to give you.

An urgent need to immediately prove your point, prove yourself seized you, turning into an itching desire to have a good ride. You gave Vegeta a small nod, trying your best to keep your face straight so that he wouldn't see how raring you were... So that he wouldn't think that this was his victory.

The prince’s face stayed severe. In one quick motion, he lifted your hips, then pulled them back down, sheathing himself to the hilt with a resounding, eloquent slap.

A deep, whiny moan burst out from your throat. He accepted your obedience, but didn't buy your act… And he wanted you to know that.

"Another stunt like that, another little delay, and I might just lose it,” Vegeta gritted warningly through his teeth. A fire blazed in and out in his eyes - fierce and frenzied, barely contained, and yet, once again, you felt so drawn to this heat… The prince unclenched and clenched his fingers on your skin stiffly, as if they were made of wood and wouldn't obey. “If you know what’s best for yourself, “ he rasped tensely. “For the fear of what I might do... Woman, keep moving."

You couldn’t help but smile cheekily.

“You chased my fear away yourself, remember?” You cooed, giving a tip of his nose a quick, playful tap. The Saiyan prince blinked and jerked his head back with an incredulous stare, causing a funny bubble to rise in your chest. “It has no control over me anymore.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before Vegeta sighed deeply, closing his eyes under his furrowed black eyebrows. Then, a scoffing smile slid across his lips, and his gaze met yours with sudden warmth.

"Your absurd faith in me makes you either extremely stupid or insanely brave…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could gasp, the firm hand of the prince grabbed your cheeks and pulled your head down until his breath wafted on your skin.

“What a good girl, are you? So servile…” his fingers squeezed your face. “...When it suits you. When it serves your desires.” 

For a few long seconds, his watchful black gaze darted between your eyes. The lines in his brow deepened as his focus increased, as if he was looking for something, giving it more time to show… Eventually, his eyes fell on your squished, puffed-up cheeks and puckered lips. His mouth twitched, but he immediately tightened his lips, wiping away any trace of inner laughter.

“I've already told you,” Vegeta growled, in no hurry to withdraw his hand. “I’m not a toy for your amusement. Now, move.”

His other hand wasn't in a hurry either, remaining a fervent reminder to your naughty hips, which dared to deviate from his plans. 

It stayed there while you slowly lifted your pelvis. It stayed there while you bid farewell to your caution. It stayed there until your pussy was high enough to release more of your slick arousal onto his cock.

It stayed there until you dropped your hips down, smearing your warmth along his whole length, and the friction was smooth as silk - gentle but greedily sucking him in.

A tight, strong, and wet slide after such a charged break tore a shuddering groan from Vegeta. His mouth parted as his eyes rolled up - the sight of a mighty prince disarmed by keen pleasure made you want to do this over and over, without letting him come to his senses, keeping him in this state… 

The power of this desire, of your emotions and feelings, allowed you to tap into the hidden reserves of your body. You repeated the slide without stopping, and then continued to move, knowing full well that this was your moment of strength.

“F-fuck…” Vegeta cursed, grabbing hold of your waist. “Uh, uh, uh…” he panted to the rhythm of the slaps of your pussy. “Yeah, that’s it…”

You bit your lip, realizing that it wouldn’t be that easy to overpower him with sensations anymore. The more pleasure he derived, the more resilience he showed, and not only that - realizing that he could not only receive, but also give, participating, commanding, directing the act, he became much more involved… 

Now his hands caressed your sides as you moved, at the same time guiding you, imposing his pace. Despite all the pleasure of his touch, you felt how his hands sought to rule you, control you… He had thrown his reins on you - carefully, but firmly and confidently, like a purebred, untamed horse.

At first, you tried to ignore it, but he wouldn't be the prince of the conquering race if he could be content with little… Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his hands became more assertive. His grip grew tighter, and although its force did not restrict your movements, Vegeta seemed to be set on not letting you forget who was in charge.

You knew you should have been alarmed by such tendencies, but they inexplicably fed your flames, invigorating your blood. He knew what he was doing… For two people who craved pleasure, ready to fight for their desires, intimacy felt like a battlefield, and the battles were his truest element. The prince was determined to master this field.

Still, this battlefield was chosen by you, and you were not going to give in to him voluntarily, you thought with fervour. If he needed this victory so badly, you wanted him to show you the best of the Saiyan prince.

So you went wild, kicking, bucking, trying to shake his hands off, messing up his pace. With each movement, you lifted your hips so high that it seemed like your pussy was about to dismount, but time after time, his fingers stopped you on the very edge, forcing you to sink back down. And you did, wildly, rabidly, with unrestrained pleasure, moaning gaspily as your wet walls succumbed to his cock and your pussy surged with heat from the inescapability of his ruling hands.

“Damn, damn, damn…” A passionate whisper fell from your lips as you moved, discovering more and more spots inside that his cock could push, pumping more blissful tension into your clit. It shouldn’t have been this good… Your sex was turning into a tussle, but somehow, it only whetted your sensations. 

You could challenge the prince, or appease him… You could play, and admire, and tease him… Whatever you wanted - you could, and, oh… if it wasn’t exciting.

Looking into his face, you expected to see him rageful, annoyed at your sexual defiance, and it was a mistake. Underneath you, Vegeta was deeply immersed in pleasure - his breathing husky, his muscles taut and bulging, his face blissed out… He seemed so lost in the rhythm of your hips that he forgot, or just bailed on attempts to control his expression. And still, his eyes stayed with you, jet black, burning, consuming, more open and clear than ever before… The sight sent more blood down to your pussy that already felt like it just couldn’t grow more sensitive, but still somehow did. 

“Oh, Gods, Vegeta…!” you howled in a violent fit of arousal. 

“Go on… Keep going, woman… Uhh, just like that…” Vegeta muttered in a breathy voice so low and deep it sent pleasant shivers across your skin. “Oh, damn it all, I think I never wanted anything so much in my life…”

An enormous wave of heat caught you off guard. Tall and heavy, it swallowed you up and washed away all the excess, revealing the final form of your desire - the desire to give him everything, everything you were capable of and surpass even this level, at which he could no longer restrain his carnality. 

"So, it's that... O-oh!" you gasped as his cock twitched inside you, obedient to the strain of his muscles. Even in this state, the prince continued to explore his potential, and his ingenuity certainly deserved recognition… Pouting, you shook your head - yours did too! - and pursued,  "...That good, huh?"

The lips of the prince twisted, betraying his answer.

"Don't... UNGHHH!" 

Not stopping to ride him, you clenched your pussy on his flesh, and Vegeta clamped his mouth shut to keep the moan in. His breath burst out noisily, you could feel his skin moist with effort, taking on a captivating sheen. He was so beautiful. So enticing… And so incredibly stubborn. 

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple before he snapped,

"Woman, don’t push it!"

But the effect was the opposite - by his tone, by this desperate harshness, you knew you had to push as hard as you could. It was the only way. Listening to the call of your instincts and your desirous pussy, you kept jumping on his cock, uttering a pleading under every slide of his length inside you,

"Say it, say it, say it!” you entreated as your hands glided over his body, stroking, grazing, and fondling every line of every defined, relief muscle while your thighs slapped against his hips, delivering pleasure without pause or delay. “Please, please, please... Please...!"

The power of his given word kept his gaze riveted on you, and you saw something change in its depths - like at the moment when the eclipse reaches its totality, you felt cut off from daylight and plunged into pitch darkness. 

“Fuck! YES!" Vegeta bellowed. "Damn you, woman!”

You almost fell off him when his back arched from the ground, but his hold of you was unrelenting. Regaining your balance, you reflexively grabbed his forearms, but before you could take another breath, a powerful thrust nullified all your efforts and knocked the wind out of you completely. Trying to rise from the prince, you felt another thrust, harder and sharper, and your arms had failed you while Vegeta wouldn't stop, going amok, as if broken from the chain.

"Yes, yes, yes, it’s good!” he stormed while you were lying on his chest, meek and quiet, amidst the passion of the calamity that you provoked. “Very good! Too fucking good!!!" Another rough penetration reached even deeper, and a powerful hit of his hot, supple glans landed at your cervix, making you squirm, whining sounds of sweet pain.

“Happy now? Is that what you wanted?” Vegeta fumed and pushed in all the way. A needy moan answered his question, somehow enraging him more. "My cock is melting inside you, and all I can think about is taking over and fucking you raw!" 

The curve of his manhood steeled, but there was nowhere to go from the tightly engulfing softness of your warm walls.

 "Uh, uh, uh... Shhhit!” He cursed as your body reacted to his vigor so wetly as if fully approving of his approach. “How can you be so fucking careless, so reckless!? You know who I am, then why... Why did you… Mmnh!”  

He hugged you so tightly that you knew it was impossible to escape - it was scarcely possible to even breathe. His thrusts became shorter,  the pace messier, as if he was trying to slow himself down with an effort of will.

“GRRRNH!” Vegeta growled when his hips sped up to catch up with the power of the sensations. His Saiyan body was the body of a beast that he had to fight to preserve your human softness… You squeaked when he squeezed you even harder, as if you were his anchor.

“Eeeek!”

“What the hell did I do to earn your trust!? Why the fuck do I care if I betray it!?" the prince thundered and dropped his pelvis to the ground, stilling with his face contorted in pleasureful agony. "Woman, do fucking something before I hurt you!!"

So that's what it was about, you thought, as your heart pounded sweetly. Just as your fear of him held you back, his fear of harming you kept his urges on the leash, not letting the animal inside him go free, taking ruinous conquest over your body… And unlike your fear, it wasn't something to be brushed aside. 

You wanted to move. You really wanted to do what he asked, but as soon as you tried to strain your limbs, an intense shiver raked through your body. Glancing down, you saw your thighs trembling treacherously, betraying your terrible overexertion in attempts to cope with the hardy Saiyan male. You desperately needed a break. Raising your doleful eyes at Vegeta, you opened your mouth to explain… 

You could practically hear the snap of his patience.

“To hell with it...!” he growled and pulled his cock out before flipping you over. “I’m taking it from here!” With this, he drove his hips forward, slamming himself into your tight hole.

“Uwaaaaaah! Oh, oh, aaah!" 

Taking only a brief moment to take in your gasping cries of delight, Vegeta grunted assentingly, and he did it again. And again, and again... The way he did it was nothing like what you did. Only rough, wild strength, only raw, pure desire.

“Ah, Vegeta, ah, you…!” you kept gasping for air, gratefully accepting every thrust of his cock, while trying to convey to him the depth of your pleasure. "Ah! Aaah! Aaaaaah!" 

It was just so much stronger than you.

"Shush, woman! I know what I’m doing!" The prince grabbed your waist, and his fingers squeezed your sides. “Be quiet!”

You tried. You really tried. Biting your lips to keep your sounds in, you looked at Vegeta, who loomed over you, his muscles rolling in motion, and thought that you had never seen anything more beautiful…

His body was not like yours - yours was soft, delicate, supple, while his was hard and unyielding, with power coiled up in cords of muscles under his skin. You really liked to feel this power, to caress it, kiss it… And even though it pushed you into the stony floor, you were not uncomfortable. It was exactly what you needed. The man who fucked you was immersed in the act, avid, eager, aroused, aware of his desires… You couldn't tear your gaze. He was as handsome as ever, and this attitude suited him… He was born to lead, and sex revealed his true splendor.

You craved him, all of him, more than you could fathom, and your emotions just burst out of you.

"Harder... harder!" you begged him to give you more than you could handle, to take you, to use you, to properly stretch you, to push into your aching walls the way only a man could do.

 Growling at your attempts to command, Vegeta still met your pleas and drove his cock in with increasingly growing vigor. Without ceasing his thrusts, he shifted his weight onto one arm with ease to run his other hand through your hair, making your eyelids delightedly flutter.

He really remembered what you like… He really knew what he was doing, you thought, amazed and happy, but before you finished that thought, Vegeta grabbed you by the hair and pulled your head back - just a little, just enough for you to feel his authority.

"Good... good... So good, too good!" he muttered against your lips, the words pouring out of him like he couldn't stop them. "I should hate you for what you did to me, but I fucking love it instead! How did I even live without this before? Umhhh…!" 

He pressed his lips to yours, and his tongue slipped into your mouth without any ado, operating confidently and impudently as he smothered you with kisses, sending tiny skin orgasms to your most sensitive parts. 

“M-mmmnh!” you moaned a euphoric response, and the prince broke the kiss, grinning wildly.

“You take me so well… And you want me so bad… ” he chuckled into your neck, but a tense groan of pleasure cut it short. “Oooh, damn, yes…”

Never in your life have you felt someone so focused on you, so absorbed in you while absorbing you himself, and it was a genuine, incomparable bliss. You felt like the center of his universe, the incarnation of love, and the embodiment of all his desires - it was like reaching beyond all your dreams. The world rocked around you from the prince’s deep thrusts, and it became harder and harder to keep your eyes on him when you wanted to just close them and give yourself to his power…

Did you really want that? you suddenly wondered and recalled what he was like when he just caught you - stressed, hostile, harsh, full of fear and thirst for murder. The man you saw now, the man you hugged with abandon, the man who touched you in a way that made your heart race, the man who you allowed to penetrate you in a way that made your head spin, was not that man. Something had changed… It was your love that changed something.

This man was in control of his fate.

This man could defeat anyone.

This man could conquer the Universe.

But then and there, this man was fucking you, and yes - you really wanted him to.

The prince kept rutting into you like his life depended on it, kissing your neck and your shoulders, leaving marks everywhere. Push, another push. Each, like a ramming attack, the intimacy - like the last time in life. And you answered. Violently. Ecstatically. Deliriously. Without much regard for your pleasure…

And getting an immeasurable, ineffable buzz from it.

Your sensations were heating up. Rough. Primitive. Wild. You almost couldn't believe it when the tension started building up in your pussy so quickly under his thrusts, which didn't seem about to ever stop or slow down… So that’s how the Saiyans fuck? floated in your lust-befuddled mind. You wouldn't mind being fucked like that for the rest of your life...

He was determined to have his turn, you realized in a moment. But you haven’t shown him so much more yet… 

If this was going to end, you wanted to end it your way.

“Oh no!” you yelped to Vegeta, casting a horrified glance over his shoulder. “Watch out!!”

His reactions were impeccable - it took him less than a fraction of a second to read the direction of the threat and begin to turn his body to meet it. You caught that moment and lunged upward with all your might to turn his momentum, which resulted in a deeply shocked and bewildered Saiyan prince spread-eagled under your body.

It was hard to tell which one of you was more surprised - you that it worked, or he that you dared. But since it was your plan, you came to your senses first, and a beaming grin spread across your face.

“You…!!” Vegeta snarled as it hit him. “How did you… What are you…” 

Choking on air, he didn’t seem to find words, and you didn't waste any more time taking the action into your own hands by pressing your smile to his angry lips at the same moment your pussy took in his cock. A tiny respite he gave you was enough to release the tension from your muscles, which were ready to work a little more after such an excellent warm-up.

The prince didn't miss the moment to show off his kissing prowess, and yet he couldn't stop grumbling in between the eager play of your lips.

“...Mnh… Foolish woman…! I… Mnhmmm… I’m so fucking tired of your tricks…! Uhhh, ummm… And what if the enemy really appears…!?”

You enjoyed yourself, covering his lips every time he spilled words, as if trying to put the kiss patches on his outpouring displeasure. The moment the flow of his indignation stopped, and you thought you could ease off, the world turned upside down again.

“I won't encourage your stupidity!” the prince growled. “I could get angry for real, you know.”

So he believes that his anger is scarier than an unexpected enemy falling on your heads, you internally chuckled, amused, and arched against him, trustfully pressing yourself to his body.

“Meaning you didn’t…?” you purred back, unable to resist pulling the tiger's whiskers. “Like, if I were dead by now, everything would have been clear right away…” 

Vegeta recoiled his head and froze, staring at you. Speechless.

“... You are so out of line,” he finally exhaled. 

You giggled, and your cheeks warmed up as you lowered your gaze and primmed your lips shyly before looking into his face and admitting,

“I kinda like to be.”

“Oh, I have no doubts about that,” his eyes narrowed as he smirked. A seeker of challenge and the embodiment of a challenge himself, the prince seemed quite engaged in your games... You could feel his hot approval in the way he held you so close, in the way his stiff manhood pressed all the sweetest spots inside you, in the way he leaned to whisper into your ear, 

“But you messed with the wrong guy.”

He pulled his cock out only to drive it back full length, reinforcing his words, and a scattering of colorful stars burst before your eyes as your indrawn gasp broke into a series of small moans and whimpers.

“AAAH! A-a-and you…! Uh, uhhh… Y-you!” you stammered, stumbling over your words. 

The prince confused all the thoughts in your head, but they were not really needed - his mocking gaze instantly lit the fuse of your feistiness. You squirmed and writhed under him, pushing his body with every part of your own, barely aware of how your defiant pussy massaged his cock. 

“You messed with the wrong planet! Now, let me!!!”

But you couldn't take him by surprise anymore.

“You, uh…! You must be…ngh… kidding,” Vegeta demurred astoundedly, completely immovable above you, and only little hitches of his breath betrayed how the frenzied fight you put made him feel. “Just a moment ago, you could barely move…” 

He changed the angle and thrust in deeper - his unmerciful glans hit some spot inside you that made your legs jerk, atremble. The prince raised a brow, and you mewled in protest.

“I can do this!” The futility of your desperate struggle added a little growliness to your voice. Vegeta chuckled, causing you to explode. “Roll over!”

“No one orders me around!” the prince bristled, then wrinkled his nose at your pouty expression. “Tch, what the hell's the matter with you…!? What do you want!?”

And these words… Ah, these words stirred a whole ocean in you, an ocean of feelings and desires, secrets and discoveries, mysteries and wonders - waters dangerous and unpredictable, full of mischievous undertows, which he nevertheless longed to conquer. 

And you weren't the kind of woman to put up any obstacles on that path.

“I want to make you feel good, I want to give you more, I want to make you truly remember this, remember me!” you blurted out. “Let me show you, just let me give you my all!”

“... Your all…?” The prince muttered pensively. Devilry flashed in his eyes and quickly vanished in their depth, but a mere thought of his refusal made you sob heavily, averting your gaze. The pervading, overarching depth of these feelings suddenly made you feel insecure.

You gave him your best, and you really hoped that it would be enough to touch the heart of a warrior, even of a tough one like him. You yourself didn't quite understand why it was so important, but it was. 

It was.

“I… I might never get another chance, so… Please,” you besought. Knowing you couldn’t make him, not knowing how to persuade him, you raised your dampening eyes at him.  “I… Just… Please…” your voice faded to a whisper and trailed off.

Vegeta looked into your face, and a twinkle in his eye instantly drew you to his stare, where the devils danced without any more hiding.

“If you wish so,” he agreed, making your emotions run the gamut from utter daze to delight and amazement. 

The alien prince was an unpredictable man, truly beset with surprises. Not letting you say another word, he turned you both over. One powerful roll, and you were sitting on top of him, gasping at how deep the penetration had become. 

“Oh…! Aaaaaaah!”

Before you could orient yourself, he lifted you by the waist and, with a guttural grunt, thrust up into your tight heat. Upon hearing his voice, upon feeling his strength and his hunger, you clenched hard on his length that pressed the end of your pussy as if staking its claim there.

“Give me your all, then,” Vegeta dropped curtly, his dark eyes strangely alight. “But keep in mind - with how things are, I don't know what I might do.”

Bracing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you struggled to catch your breath. He… He definitely did it on purpose! your miff simmered within. And yet he did what you asked for, didn't he? 

Did that mean that you were still in control…? 

You threw one glance at the prince, and the answer was clear. From his gleaming eyes, from the way his face lit up with roguish delight and a cocksure grin, you could tell that this was not a concession or any other kind of ceding.

You were on top because he wanted you there.

Dropping your head, you couldn’t contain the smile spreading on your face. You knew this moment would come.

But if your desires aligned, was it really that bad?

Answering yourself, you rocked your pelvis. Your legs immediately betrayed your fatigue with dishonourable trembling. Nevertheless, you kept moving, looking for the right knee position and an endurable pace, keeping your weight on your arms until your legs felt more confident.

It wasn’t easy. You knew that prince's iron grip wouldn't let you fall, and yet, the tension in his arms and in his watchful stare made it clear that either you manage, or you'd be beneath him faster than you could blink. You pressed your lips tightly together, as determined as you could be, with your heart subjugated by overpowering love.

You did not doubt that you could do it - because it was you. 

You just had to trust your flow.

A few awkward attempts, charged with breathy tension, and your body adjusted, putting the least tired muscles to work, relying on them to carry most of the strain. You dropped your hips down decisively, beaming at Vegeta with a triumphant smile - there, you see? - and were bestowed with a grin of recognition. Good job.

Feeling your face warming up, you shifted your attention and reached for one of his hands that felt glued to your side… Without ceasing to caress his cock with your pussy, you gently lifted his hand off your waist. Vegeta let out a strangled growl, but stayed put - his fingers flinched only once before he locked them on yours. 

Smiling, but a little shy to lock gazes, you brought his hand to your face and pressed his fingers to your mouth. You didn’t need to have his face in your sight to know that he was looking, still looking, and when you wrapped your lips around his two fingertips, licking the rough skin before sucking them in, a low groan was the proof of your sweet validation.

His fingers were dry, and you fixed it happily, working your tongue with the same ardor you treated his cock. They tasted salty and smoky from all the blasts that he shot, but also earthy and woody from wearing gloves all the time. Feeling instantly hooked on, you relished this taste - you wouldn't mind licking him whole to know what every part of him was like, but you were not the only one eager to satisfy your cravings…

His other hand crawled up from your waist at the same time his fingers left your mouth and descended, tracing a soft, moist line along your chin, neck, and collarbone, sliding softly down your cleavage…  

“Ah!”

The next moment, you were caught, and two greedy hands squeezed your sensitive breasts - greedy, but absolutely bewitching. Kneading, caressing, pinching, evoking music from your body, awakening the crazy part of your nature, which would be better asleep, but it simply couldn't sleep anymore.

Not when hips moved up into your heat precisely when yours went down.

Not when his thick shaft touched your clit so amazingly, caressing it with every glide. 

Not when your breasts bounced into his palms while his thumbs brushed your nipples.

Not when the stimulation was driving you crazy.

How is it this good…? flashed through your mind as you kept rocking yourself to his every thrust. How can such pleasures exist…?

Tightening your inner muscles, you leaned forward to meet him even better, pressing your clit against his shaft. Your voices filled the cavern, passionate, consonant, like a hymn to your sensual union.

"Here... closer,” Vegeta panted. His hands slid behind your back and pressed on your shoulder blades, inviting you to sink even lower. “Yes..." he purred when you lay down on him, and enclasped you into his strong arms, imprisoning you in a fervent embrace, pressing you tightly against his hard body. It felt so right, so natural, and yet very intimate, intensely so. 

Squeezed by his Saiyan strength, filled by his Saiyan cock, you blushed like a rose under his gaze that spoke trust and affection. You gave him a lot, but the more he gave back, the more he reached to trade a piece of you for a piece of himself, the more shy you became, as if suddenly hesitating to take… The thin stream of his feelings turned into a full-flowing river, and what initially seemed like a game no longer felt like it at all.

Reciprocating his energy, you felt bursting with emotions. He made you feel so much… Having nowhere to put these feelings, you reached out to him for a kiss.

Did he like it as much as you liked it? Did he need you as much as you needed him…?

Vegeta clung to your lips like a man dying of thirst and sucked your tongue into his mouth, kissing eagerly, dirtily, stealing your breath and your mind, without letting you come to your senses. For a moment, you felt yourself melting away, losing touch with reality. Just a moment, and you no longer understood which of you controlled what, or whether anyone controlled anything at all.

It was you and him. Nothing more. Life and death no longer had power over you, and neither did fear.

He drove you to a complete frenzy, to the point of losing yourself, to the point of realizing that you had never had anything like this and were unlikely ever to have.

If you don't say these words to him, then to whom?

You dove into his neck, nibbling at his skin, biting into his flesh in desperate attempts to stifle yourself, but nothing helped as the words were to roll off your tongue. Magic words, forbidden words… Holding them back was tearing you apart.

“…Love you,” a soundless whisper fell from your lips. “I love you.”

“Uh, uh, uhhhh,” Vegeta panted loudly and heavily, but his sensitive ears still picked up your words nonetheless. “What…?”

Instead of an answer, you rejoined your lips with his. A great surge of energy went through your body, as if those words really worked wonders… As if the fear of them was the last wall obstructing your connection to your innermost self, in which love knew no bounds.

With your heart opened completely, you felt more elated than ever before, and more than ever before, you needed him to accept you.

And to make it so, you had something better than words. 

This wonderful energy gave you a boost, bubbling, causing more cravings, more itch, an urge to search for something missing. You needed more stimulation, more touch, more intimacy, and your body broke into a dance - a magical dance, captivating and emotional, taking you into the unknown, where there was nothing but these movements, these hands, this flesh, and your bodies… 

Sensual and passionate, ancient and beautiful, it let your real self manifest in a way your body never knew before him. Without hesitation, without second thought, you relied on your flow to carry you, giving yourself to the prince in such a way that even cats in heat would respectfully give you the first place on the pedestal… 

Because he was worth it - because he was worth every effort. He pushed you to give everything you had to give and even more, making you truly shine… Shine for yourself, shine for him, and you just never felt better. 

And so you laid yourself out, pulling out all the stops to show him, to prove to him that carnal love is more than just a momentary pleasure - that it's a huge world of sensual pleasures for two, especially if their hearts are beating in unison, just like yours were beating.

More confident, bolder movements seemed to give you what you craved most, and soon you found your perfect pace, bringing your hips down on him in a steady, sensual rhythm to make your love lift you both to the lands beyond clouds.

Panting, moaning, and whimpering, you felt the muscles of your pussy tensing, and each stroke of his cock inside you was an upsurge of pleasure. Knowing how good this tension would feel for him, you sped up your movements, leaving kisses all over his face, whispering to him about what was in your heart, inviting him to enjoy reality colored in the shades of your feelings. 

“Good, so good, Vegeta, you make me feel so good,” you murmured, every word a gentle puff of air against his skin, every breath a revelation. “If you’re this good at everything, it just isn’t fair…”

“I’m only good at fighting and killing,” the prince chuckled bitterly, nevertheless holding you closer. “Only at that I excel.”

“You really are a master of lies…” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then to his temple, his brow. “...If you manage to lie to even yourself.”

Something choked in his throat before a purr started deep in his chest, making you smile.

“You excel in what you like,” you whispered into his ear, wiggling your hips to tease his thick cock. “And I think I'm on that list.”

“My…” His voice cracked, changing as he became more emotional. “My woman, my prize. My sweet little slut. Won’t give you to anyone, you’re only for me…”

Yes, yes, yes, yes! you exulted internally, fit to burst with ebullient happiness. Oh, how you wanted to believe it, how you wanted! 

Screw all the judgment, and screw all the reasons!

 Your thoughts raced through your mind so swiftly that you could seize none of them long enough to examine while the voice of the painful, spicy-sweet pleasure overpowered everything else in your body. Right there, right then, you needed to believe him. And in this moment of weakness, of all-consuming passion, of an altered state of your mind which was too out of touch with the mortal world, you thought that you did. 

You believed him. Believed your enemy. Your lover. Your prince. 

Yours... 

Yours. 

Yours!!!

You cried out in anguish as your desperate need to come had become your all, and you couldn’t comprehend anything else because your mind bid farewell, giving control to raw reflexes and instincts. At this moment, you didn't care about anything anymore except catching your pleasure sealed on the tip of his cock that moved between your legs in an intoxicatingly measured rhythm of plunging in and out of you.

And Vegeta sensed it… His thrusts became frenzied, ragged, rocking you by their force, and you bucked your hips, fucking back, murmuring in passionate agony,

"More, more, more… Harder!”

Aggressive movements, obscene sounds. Arousal, flooding to the very throat, pulsing, raging. Two hot bodies, wet with sweat. His hard flesh, filling your tensing softness.

More thrusts. 

Foretaste.

Your pussy, gripping his cock.

And then, your peak. All your emotions, sensations, and your uncontainable rapture reached their apogee, and you came with your whole body in a heavy explosion of pleasure.

“A-aa-aaa-AAAAAAAH!” your keening moan rose to the heavens. A shockwave of release spread through your body, to the very toes, releasing the acute, numbing, but delightfully sweet tension, before more waves came your way.

They took you, washing away from reality, and the only thing holding you on the sinful land was the prince’s cock that stayed hard and unbendable as you were coming and coming, and your walls clamped on him over and over while his thick shaft resisted your orgasming tightness.

You thought it would never end.

When the overwhelming pleasure began to let go of you, you found yourself still on top with your eyes turned upward, your lips parted for moans that poured off your tongue, which stuck out from your mouth in the most wanton way while the sensual convulsions of your body still forced your hips to move on his cock. You barely managed to catch yourself in time and regain control of your face before Vegeta could mock you…

Suddenly, a soft gasp fell from his lips. So pleasured, so sweet, so full of yielding helplessness… Your pleasure upheaved in response, and you quickly picked up the pace, denying your fatigue. He was close, very close… Just a little bit more… Another moan, another thrust, and Vegeta clenched his teeth as his fingers ripped into the stone floor. All the muscles tightened and hardened in his body, as did his swollen length. A few short, sharp snaps of your hips, his hoarse, full-throated groan, and a new spiral of your orgasm shook you upon the feeling of thick hotness pouring into you with every heavy, maddeningly delicious throb of his cock.

For a while, there was not a single thought in your head, as if you had entered a void. Not thinking, not seeing, not hearing a single thing, free and undefined, you gave yourself to it, and it enveloped you, cradled you. Lulled you and loved you.

And with all the fullness of your heart, you loved it back.

At first, you didn’t even want to return… But feeling Vegeta, the strong, grounding hold of his hands, you greeted descending right into his arms, still barely believing it happened for real. 

Now you could tell it for sure… Even after you got all the pleasure you could dream of, your heart still longed for him. You couldn't, you wouldn't, you didn't want to imagine that all the hollows the prince filled in your soul would ever be empty again.

Did he feel what you felt? you thought, snuggling against him as the shuddering of your body slowly subsided. Was it as important to him as it was for you? 

You swallowed, moistening your dry mouth, then raised your eyes at him and froze, savoring the handsome features of a man satisfied… And the sight was well worth it. 

The face of the prince gradually spread in unalloyed, overt pleasure. After experiencing the first sex of his life, Vegeta looked like he had won every battle in the world, conquering supreme leadership in the Galaxy at the very least, and you couldn't get enough of that face… It suited him so well, truly bringing out the sublime beauty of Saiyan royalty and the striking excellence of his masculine features.

But you felt satisfied no less. You did this to him… You really did it! you rejoiced in both your heart and mind. You really fucked the prince of all Saiyans! Vegeta… His name has spread a very special warmth in your heart. He made you feel like you belonged to him, like he wanted you to be his. Was it just an impression, or was it for real...? 

The prince sighed deeply, contentedly, and closed his eyes, slowly stroking your hair.

You wanted it to be real, you realized, soaking up every bit of his closeness, feeling your body still yearning for it. You would have followed him until the edge of the world and beyond, if only he would want you to. 

And then, the last drops of your strength left you. You went limp, falling on the prince’s chest. Drained, exhausted, outspent, yet satisfied and relaxed… Having gone so far beyond your physical capabilities, you felt that it would be a long time before you could rise.

But maybe now… you thought dreamily. Maybe now he will really protect you instead of threatening you all with death.

The existence returned to you slowly, reluctantly — with weakness, shortness of breath, with tears of pleasure still trembling on your eyelashes. Lying on the prince’s firm body that felt like the best resting place in the world, you reveled in the moment, floating on the waves of hormones, enjoying the sense of extreme sexual tension being finally relieved. 

The pleasure you got was so prolonged and intense that your body, unused to such exploits, needed time to recover, and you secretly wished that the world outside this cavern would simply cease to exist. You wanted to stay there, on a man's broad and strong, warm chest, and listen to the sound of your harmonious heartbeats. So that you were on him and he was inside you… as blissed out and spent as you yourself were.  

Spent… inside you…?

You winced slightly. Something in it was… disturbing. Your eyelids unsealed with an effort, and then your heart skipped a beat, falling out of rhythm. 

What day was it? In space, you completely lost track of these things… A shredding sensation gripped your chest.

…What have you done…?

This wonderful warmth that caused your insides to tingle, this sensation of being so incredibly full… The realization made everything in your eyes go dark, sending your mind reeling.

"V-... Vegeta..." you forced out through your dry throat.

"Hmmm?" He opened one glazed, dark eye at you. 

"Do you… Do you know where the kids come from…?" you asked, breathless. You couldn't believe you were having this talk.

"Mmm..." the Saiyan prince hummed again, and his eye closed. You stared at him. 

"It’s not funny!" 

He sighed and opened both eyes, full of mild, somewhat lazy annoyance. 

"Woman. How is it that between what we've been through and what's yet to come, you're suddenly thinking of this?"

You had to take a deep breath.

"If you call me a woman, then you should know what it means."

At that, Vegeta chuckled. 

"Hahahah… Yes. Yes, I do, woman," his eyes narrowed as he glanced at you slyly. "I do know where the kids come from. Consider it an honor to be my backup plan," he grinned complacently. Stretching out his arms with a satisfied grunt, he crossed them behind his head, and his eyes closed again as if the conversation was over.

Not for you. You felt like his words put a noose around your neck. 

"Backup plan…?" you repeated, hoping you had misheard. "Plan of what?" 

The muscle twitched under the eye of the prince as his rest was disrupted once more before his eyes snapped open, and he shot you a look.

"To obtain immortality…" He explained slowly, and you felt the noose tighten.

No. No, it can't be, a denial rose within you. You approached him first, you fought so hard to convince him…! When did he plan this…? 

Your lips started trembling, but Vegeta ruthlessly delivered the finishing blow, 

"...in my continuation". 

Utterly speechless, tied up in knots with all your emotions gone haywire and all your thoughts awfully messed up, you put your shaky hands on his chest and pushed yourself up. 

Your body has become like a doll's, like someone else's, not yours. Even your fatigue didn't matter anymore… Nothing really mattered anymore. Your fate has been decided. 

Without your involvement.

You wanted to scream, shout, and stomp, throw a terrible tantrum, but there was hardly a point. Instead, a chill bound your body that your heavy heart just wanted to escape from.

"But… But if we all die here... " you murmured unsteadily, already feeling unwell, and it was getting worse by the minute. 

How could he do this to you? Why didn’t you see it coming…? 

"You will make it,” Vegeta cut off, his face taking on a fierce, decisive expression. “I will see to it."

Of course. He was a prince. His bloodline should be preserved. The words that once could have filled you with happiness beyond imagination echoed painfully through your heart and your mind. 

You did hope for his protection, but everything turned out so wrong. Your breath clogged in your throat, and you had to force a gasp of air into your lungs.

How did it turn out like this? How did he manage to do it? 

Your grief and frustration overcame you - you never hated your gullibility and your loving heart as much as you did at this moment. You trusted him, and he tricked you, purposely letting you go crazy over him to make you forget all the caution…

And now there was no way to fix this.

"No, no, no…! No!” You mumbled, hunching your shoulders, clutching your head. And what if he dies!? You will be left to carry out his wish, even though he will no longer be around…!? The flame of protest consumed you, and you brought your fists down on his chest, causing him to growl low, but you couldn’t care less. Now you’ve finally comprehended the real reason for him to be so careful with your body. Now you’ve finally understood what you represented.

Fertile female. A means to an end. 

Nothing more.

“What a cunning plan, such a clever ploy!" Tears rushed to your eyes, stinging, angry, and hurt. "How well things turned out for you, isn't it!?" 

Vegeta squeezed your buttock lightly, making you flinch at the mere sense of his touch, as if it burned you.

"I will not argue with that," he responded as his fingers soothed the spot, but his smug smirk slashed your heart open. “You said you'd do anything, did you?

You bit your lip so hard that seemed to bite through your skin. He didn’t even understand how this was different…

You should have known better. Why did you let lust seize control over your judgment? 

A metallic taste filled your mouth as you tried to hold back your misery. You rose from the prince, wishing nothing more than to get away from him, to have a moment to pity yourself, imagining your future. Maybe… Maybe it wasn’t so bad…?

You looked between your legs. As your bodies parted, his wet cock slipped out of you, and a few drops of his abundant come trickled down your thighs. 

A solid, inescapable proof of your stupidity. 

At that moment, the grief and despair roiled in you - your heart was quivering, and tears involuntarily poured down your face.

You just wanted to shatter.

A heavy sob shook you, almost making you fall back, and the very next moment, your face was seized by the chin and brought to meet the prince’s hard gaze. 

"What is it? This is completely unwanted." 

You looked into his eyes as if you had just fully realized how much you loved him. Sex, passion, fire between you - they were real, they sealed your feelings, developing into a strong attachment you weren’t ready to break.

At that, a painful prick pierced your heart. Even if he survives… Whatever the alien warrior prince was, he was not a family, much less a father material. Wild, goal-focused, and free, he wouldn't let anything get in his way. Including attachments… Including you. 

"But you…” you couldn’t stop your weak voice from quavering. “You just… Used me..." 

You were not prepared for it. There was no way to prevent it. You never expected to have sex in space! How were you supposed to know that he would be here!? And the weight of the cargo was calculated to the nearest gram - you just couldn't afford to take stuff on the off chance… Who knows when you’ll be able to return to Earth now? How could you be such an idiot? 

And how could he be so calm about it!? 

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders, nonchalant,

"We both used each other. What’s wrong with that?" 

Everything’s wrong!! you internally yelled. But what he said was so painfully true... All of this was your doing. You lowered your head. It was all your fault, and yours alone.

Vegeta stayed silent, as if awaiting your answer. You swallowed a tight lump in your throat.

"I'm a woman,” you choked out. “For me... there's no escape. I… I… Uh." 

You couldn’t form more words to express how you felt. There was hardly any sense in it anyway… The prince spoke, and a sudden steel rang in his voice, 

“And what exactly are you going to escape from… ?” 

Fighting the spasms of your chest, you swallowed another surge of tears. 

“From the mistake that I will have to carry through the rest of my life…” Words fell from your lips like a dying whisper. 

“Mistake?” Vegeta spat out, wrinkling his nose in a disgruntled grimace. Suddenly, he stilled before peering closely into your expression. 

Then he smirked. 

In your face.

"Oh, I see… This is precious,” he sneered. 

And it stung. You shrank your head into your shoulders, your body starting to shake. Another loud sob escaped you, and you hiccuped. You should have expected this from him, but getting proof that solid…

“Tch!” Vegeta clicked his tongue, but a wily smirk had gone from his face to be replaced by a softer look. “So, you think it was an accident? The first deserving partner I have met in my life, and you think I would spend myself inside you unwittingly?” 

His fingers brushed along the lines of your jaw before he cupped your face in his hands, and began to kiss… Not just your mouth, but every part of it - your cheeks, your forehead, your eyes. He dried the salty drops, catching them with his lips, and you could taste your tears on his tongue.

Your mind got into a whirl. You held onto him, embracing him, savoring those kisses, getting drunk on them like the finest wine. You still needed him, needed… Not just for sex, but for life, for your happiness. Vegeta chuckled quietly at your eager response.

“Do you really think that I will just leave you my seed and let the most powerful warrior in the Universe be raised by a woman and a bunch of idiots?"

You blinked your tearful eyes at him, but his gaze didn't scald you anymore, and neither did his touch. His thumbs smeared the wet traces over your cheeks as he moved your face to his until your foreheads touched, and went on speaking,

"It didn't leave my mind from the moment I first heard about Kakarot's offspring, and yet I had my doubts. Now that I've gotten to know the boy, I see how humble and obedient he is while bearing such an impressive potential… He earned my interest. And my respect. As a prince of the Saiyan race, I will keep an eye on him. And not only him…”

A wistful smile spread across his face, returning life and color to your world. The truth turned out to be much more beautiful than you could have expected.

Still hesitating, afraid to believe it, you looked at Vegeta through the veil of misting tears. Eyelashes fluttering under the weight of the pooling liquid, you blinked, and two big drops fell on the face of your lover and rolled down his cheeks. His eyebrows twitched as if he was about to frown, but it didn't happen. Instead, his face relaxed, and he wiped the tears from your cheeks with his curled forefinger.

“If we survive this, I want to raise offspring of my own. Strong, smart, capable warriors, obedient only to me… I will raise them myself, and then neither Frieza nor anyone else in the universe will ever threaten either me, my kin, or my race again.” Vegeta paused, but seeing your still sorrowful, uncomprehending face, he sighed and added. “And it just so happens that I know a planet where this would be possible...”

Your heart thumped in your chest. He wasn't going to destroy Earth anymore.

His eyes gleamed with inspiration and a striving for the future. You couldn't look away and could barely breathe, hanging on his every word, replaying them in your mind as they filled you with hope for a brighter tomorrow. 

Nothing can stop a man with a purpose, even more so a man like him… And this purpose had made him the one who would be by your side until the end of times.

Nothing was a mistake. All the anxieties, worries, and fears were leaving you, never to return. Whether you survive or not, you're in this together. And as long as he wants to be with you, no one can stop you from bringing him back to life…

Now that's what magic is for! 

Vegeta looked at you intently, watching your spirit rise at the perspectives, and his lips quirked into something heartwarming and adorable.

“Doesn’t sound so bad, huh?” he asked, and you shook your head, hurriedly wiping the rest of your tears with the heels of your palms before breaking into a smile. “But to achieve this, I need a worthy, willing, and breedable mate.” Little wrinkles graced his cheeks as his grin widened, his shining eyes overflown with contentment. “And something tells me..."

Your heart skipped a beat, then rushed, beating so wildly within your chest as if about to burst out. A playful spark jumped into the fond gaze of the Saiyan prince, and his cock throbbed against your thigh, suddenly hard again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he rolled onto you and captured your lips in a short but deep kiss, once again leaving you breathless, as he will do countless times from now on.

"And something tells me that you are perfect for the task."