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Vegeta And His Princess	By : mavrick Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Finally Mine
- 2-Learn Your Place
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This is the first in a collection of scenes involving Vegeta and an OFC named Vasha. Let’s just say I’m going to cut the fat of what would be a story into chapters of hot action between the two… and let’s face it, that’s why we’re here. The scenes will vary in what they include, and I’ll add what you’re going to expect in each new chapter. These scenes are set before the Saiyan Saga of Dragon Ball Z and run along a parallel universe (if you will) as to what life would be like for Vegeta and Vasha under Frieza’s rule.

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Finally Mine: Blood play, some minor pain and domination, lemon

The coarse fur of his tail tickled her skin as he shifted it around her hips, much like a cat twitches its tail while it sleeps. It was the sensation that woke her, her eyes slowly opening to reveal the darkness of his chambers to her. A simple desk, wardrobe and two doors, (one leading to the bathroom and the other into the main hallway) were hidden in shadow. Her own tail was coiled around his left thigh.

The sensitivity of her tail made sure that the subtle contact between them kept her feeling safe and warm as she slept, and while her contact with him was for that comfort, his tail clearly indicated jealous possession of her. Its firm grip around her hips meant that if she moved, he’d know and wake up to see what she was doing or where she was going.

She had always been a fidgety sleeper, and it had irritated him in the beginning. He had often kicked her out, or refused to let her in when she knocked, but she had been a lot younger, now she almost never slept in her own room, and never alone. The fidgeting had either stopped… or Vegeta had grown used to it, she wasn’t sure which.

It had become habit to sleep with him, and while he welcomed it (and secretly yearned for it), when they were away on missions it proved to be an impossible thing to do. So when they were off mission, they made the most of it. Nappa and Radditz found it amusing, something they laughed at their Prince about often. They assured Vegeta that while just sleeping next to her seemed good enough for now, he’d wake up one night and not feel satisfied until he’d taken her.

The two older Saiyans were far more experienced with matters concerning the opposite sex, and now found Vasha to be ‘ripe for the picking’. In their opinion (this shared without Vegeta present), young Vasha would be quite the experience to break in, and they envied Vegeta for getting the honours… honours the young Prince had not experienced yet.

The problem with Vasha was that she had not reached sexual maturity, that wonderful time when a woman became sexually active according to their home planet’s lunar cycle. First it was a huge hormonal change, when sex suddenly came on the brain and a young girl would find a mate. Then, later, after seeing her second full moon, she would become fertile and bear children. But since there was no lunar cycle on board Frieza’s ship or on his base planet, there was a problem. Vasha was overdue at thirteen… and now two years later she still hadn’t made the first change.

Ignorant to the fact that Vegeta had seen one more full moon than her, he had hit puberty (albeit later than usual due to planet Vegeta’s destruction). So he had been forced to make use of what little pleasure there was to be had as a planet pirate for Frieza. There were plenty of humanoid women serving Frieza, as personal slaves, medical personnel, and even some catering in sex specifically. Some of these women were even beautiful, with stunning bodies and doll faces. Most men who did not have a woman of their own species would disregard skin, hair and eye colour in favour of their loins. But Vegeta despised it, and he reduced himself to those women only when it became too much for him to handle. Nappa and Radditz spent most of their spare time in the company of an alien woman of some sort, but then they didn’t have a beautiful princess to go to bed with.

Vasha shifted slightly, repositioning herself and Vegeta’s tail instantly tightened around her hips to the point where it became uncomfortable. His voice sounded in her ear, a soft rumble that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” she replied, relaxing again into his side, resting her head on his arm that was stretched out behind her, she on her side and he on his back.

While they still wore clothes to bed, Vasha had begun to notice that the fabric irritated her skin, and she preferred the feel of his skin to fabric. On the odd occasion he did sleep without his singlet due to it being too hot, or him being too irritated to get dressed after bathing, he provided her with the most comfortable of pillows, and her fingertips often trailed across his arms or chest for hours on end when the position permitted. He would just purr and snake his tail around her a little tighter until he fell asleep. Tonight had been one of those nights.

His tail’s grip on her loosened considerably, and the very tip flicked teasingly along the deep groove of muscle at her hip, which made her smile and shift away from his tickling touch. They often played games with one another, either irritating one another or teasing, usually with their tails while the other slept, or tried to. Vasha put up with it more than he did, and at her hip shrinking away from his tail, he smirked.

The behaviourbetween them would be considered affectionate to most cultures, but to Saiyans it was merely bonding. They were destined life mates, arranged between the two royal families. Vasha had been born two years after Vegeta, specifically to be his Queen. It was the first time the two royal families had agreed to mix their bloodlines.

It was almost ingrained into her very being that she was his.

She had always been clingy as a youngster, to the point that Vegeta’s frustrations with her proved became physical on many occasions. And while she still irritated him almost constantly, he found himself more tolerable of her antics these days. She had learnt to hold her tongue around Nappa and Radditz, and as far as he was concerned, so long as he still appeared the better of those two, he would tolerate her other antics.

Vegeta rolled onto his side, sliding his muscular arm over her stomach, his fingers trailing every rise and fall of muscle on her through her singlet. Every rise and fall of muscle, every scar, every ounce of strength her body showed was a token to her good breeding, and training. Her strength was his aphrodisiac, and her body showed it, much to his delight.

A small purr emitted from her, and she scraped her nails hard across the arm that now so boldly moved across her. His tail twitched at the irritation of his skin, and his hand closed down on her hip tightly.

His tail untwined itself from around her hips and he used it to trail up and down her inner thigh.

His need to have more and more of her had been growing, and he’d been pushing the envelope with her for several weeks now. Little by little he had progressed from simply holding her with his tail in her sleep to subtle touches and eventually she’d let him nip at her neck, which had delighted him. The taste of her skin had been more overwhelming then he could have ever imagined, and his desire to clamp down and bask in the taste of her blood had almost been too much to ignore.

Bloodletting between Saiyans was a very selective habit between only the most bonded of mates. To mark another, and in turn be marked yourself was the biggest, most binding thing you could do. Saiyans took pride in their scars, and it was not taken lightly to be marked by another who you didn’t share a bond with. In the past, rapists had often bitten their victims, as a lingering shame, a reminder that they had been taken unwillingly, and if they already had been marked by their mate, well they made an even bigger scar.

He was dying to know how far he could go before she’d tell him to stop, or even now, without her having reached sexual maturity, whether she would just let him have her because she knew she was meant to, because she knew he wanted it.

This surely would have been a subject for his father, but since he was in another dimension, his questions would fall on deaf ears.

Nappa had told him to just take her anyway, but Vegeta was not willing to risk breaking the trust that had formed between them. The last thing he wanted to do was give up spending the rest of his life with her, simply for his own selfish pleasures and impatience… not when he could experience this every night. He was a patient Saiyan when he needed to be, and he was willing to wait… but he hoped he wouldn’t have to wait much longer.

His tickling at her thigh had stirred something up in Vasha that made her feel uncomfortable. It felt good, but something about it irritated her, it quickly lost its appeal altogether.

“Let me up,” she said suddenly.

“What? - Why?” he asked, surprised by her tone.

“Just let me up Vegeta,” she barked, pulling against his grip.

Reluctantly he let her go, and she sat up, throwing her legs off the edge of the bed, her tail uncoiling from around him and sitting at attention behind her.

“What is it?” he asked, sitting up after her, perching on his knees behind her.

Her tail flicked in irritation behind her head, and she stretched her neck out for a moment, choosing not to answer him, which only angered him.

“Answer me Vasha,” he demanded, his tone low, but lacking none of its usual force.

The order made her head turn to face him, the darkness all but eliminating the major features of his handsome face from her.

“I felt uncomfortable.”

“You felt uncomfortable?” he repeated, wondering what on Planet Vegeta could have felt uncomfortable about the way he was touching her.

“Yes… it just didn’t feel right.”

“What, you didn’t like it?”

There was another pause from her, and Vegeta was about to demand an answer from her again when she spoke, clearly unsure of herself.

“I-I… guess.”

His mouth turned to a slight frown in the darkness and he watched as she turned to look into the nothingness of his chambers again. He was tempted to leave her be and let her leave. But since he’d been so comfortable, and wanted to go back to sleep (and didn’t like sleeping when he didn’t know where she was), he opted to try and persuade her to come back to bed with him.

He’d try having his way with her another night… or maybe he could recover from this fumble. Go to sleep, or have sex, it wasn’t exactly a hard choice.

He shifted on his knees until his chest was flush with her back, and when she shifted only slightly at his touch, he slid his hands to her hips, then around her waist until his hands locked together. He leaned in, her scent intoxicating as his cheek brushed against her neck ever so slightly.

“I think you’re lying.”

“You always think I’m lying,” she replied smoothly, glancing at him without turning her head.

She felt his teeth scrape across the soft skin of her neck, over her pulsing jugular, and her eyes fluttered closed, her neck arching away, which also gave him better access to her.

“I think you like it,” he murmured into her neck, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down her spine and setting a knot into her stomach.

Encouraged by the fact she hadn’t removed herself from his touch, he continued on the path of persuasion, biting down on her neck slightly, his tongue flicking lightly across the skin he was abusing.

She made no sounds to either encourage or deter him, and he smirked against the soft skin of that gorgeous neck of hers.

“I think you like it so much it scares you.”

“I think you’re trying to validate your own desires Vegeta,” she said quietly.

Just at the mention she was aware of his desire for her, he bit down a little harder, which made her flinch, more out of instinct than pain.

“I don’t need to validate it Vasha,” he purred into her now red neck, his teeth all but punctured her skin to draw blood. “I know what I want. It’s you that is undecided.”

“I didn’t know there was a decision to make regarding this, only how much time will pass before my submission.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” he said with a slight chuckle. He removed his lips from her neck and slid his hands across her taught stomach, his fingers flirting with the hem of her singlet, daring to slide under just a little to feel her skin shrink away from the contact.

“So then the only thing for you to decide is whether to refuse me again tonight, or give in like you know you should. I know you can feel it, that lump in your gut when I touch you. I can smell your desire for me. It’s getting stronger every second I hold you like this.”

“You’re smelling things,” she lied, knowing full well that he was arousing her like never before… she had no doubt he could smell it.

“You’re denying things,” he retorted smoothly, settling back into her neck with his teeth. His tail slipped around their bodies, and snaked up her leg, the tip flicking against the inside of her thigh again, but much more boldly.

“Don’t deny it,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue reaching out to taste before he bit down lightly on her earlobe.

“Vegeta,” she breathed, feeling rushes of heat heading south the more he touched her.

“That’s it,” he whispered, just the sound of his name from her lips like that making him hard. He pushed himself harder into her back, so she knew what she was doing to him.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered hoarsely.

“I don’t intend to,” he smirked into her neck, ever so tempted to take a real bite, to finally taste her how his instincts told him to.

Her head fell back on his shoulder, her eyes drifting shut, relaxing somewhat while his hands slid up and back down her stomach, scrunching up her singlet hungrily taking in every new inch of bare skin he was allowed to explore. A light purr emitted from her, making her neck vibrate against his teeth and tongue, which spurred him on.

Would she make him stop if he kept going? Would she get scared like many virgins did and back down? He felt his jaw tighten at the thought of being left with the hard on he was currently wielding. It was all or nothing tonight, it was too late to turn back.

His tail continued to tickle the inside of her thigh, daring to slide just a little higher with each stroke, until it met the soft fabric of her shorts. It was so easy for him to slide his tail under the fabric, her skin warm increasingly soft as he neared his target. Teasingly he removed it from beneath her shorts and flicked it hard across her pussy, the tip rubbing over the thin fabric, which made her jump. Her start caught him off guard, but since no one but herself had ever been down there, as far as she was concerned, the touch was a little overwhelming.

“Like it?” he spoke into her neck. His tail continued its manipulations, and a low groan was taken as a ‘yes’.

“Want more?” he asked with a smirk, his hand slipping into her silky dark brown hair, tugging her head back into his shoulder so she opened her eyes to look at him. She just stared up at him, her eyes almost glazed over from the sensations that he forced her to feel. He could just see the glint of her eyes in the dark, just make out the soft features of her face.

“Answer me Vasha,” came his demanding voice.

Blinking, she wondered whether she’d be able to handle any more, since just his tail was enough to make her shudder and her insides tingle.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly, which earned her a hard tug on her hair. She hissed out at the strangely arousing pain and Vegeta bit down hard on her neck, which only made her groan out in pain as he finally got to taste her blood.

Having not been able to stop himself, his sharp teeth had sunk into her flesh easily, his tight grip on her hair exposing her vulnerable skin to him.

She did not protest, seizing up for a moment before going limp against him instinctively (to save him doing more damage) and he drank deeply, the thick, rich taste of her blood tantalizing his palate. His cock instantly responded, and all but stabbed her sharply in the small of her back. The taste was so intense, so delicious that he was sure he could drink until she had no more blood to give… and a dead mate was hardly going to be useful if he wanted another fill of her.

In her initial seize up Vasha had dug her nails into her thigh, little red, half moon slices appearing in her soft skin. Her hand relaxed after a moment, and she tried not to focus on the pain radiating from her neck, the neat slices in her leg a good distraction. She began to see spots of light floating in her vision and she felt fear rise up in her like bile as she realized he could kill her if he didn’t stop.

“Vegeta,” she breathed, the fear evident in her voice.

As if on cue, Vegeta stopped drinking deeply and simply lapped occasionally at the wound until it stopped bleeding. At this point, he was sure that his cock was going to explode from the pleasure of it all. His hand was still wound tightly into her hair, and with a tug she turned her face towards him. He moved his mouth to hers, licking at her lips with his blood covered tongue until she opened her mouth and met it with her own, to taste herself. It could hardly be considered kissing, as he quickly went to biting down on her tongue and bottom lip until he was sure she was so wet, her shorts had begun to dampen.

His tail slipped over her again, and instead of a jolt, he received a moan for his actions instead.

“Damn, Vasha,” he moaned, his cock all but screaming from being restrained. “Stop torturing me and let me have you.”

“Do you see me stopping you?” she asked, her voice croaking a little from taking in ragged breaths of air for so long.

That was it, the submission he wanted. He released his grip on her hair and used both hands to grab her shoulders and flung her down on the bed. His hands still on her shoulders, he grabbed again and reefed her up the bed until she was where he wanted her.

His roughness did nothing to make her change her mind, in fact it was a turn on, the Saiyan instincts that had been sitting, waiting, finally peeking out from behind a curtain of adolescence.

She arched her back up as his tail wrapped around her hips tightly, and Vegeta turned on his knees to position himself between her legs, sitting at her knees. She bent her legs up and gripped at his sides with her knees.

Vegeta quickly pulled his singlet off, tossing it into the background. His scarred chest fell victim to her nails as she raked them down, thick red lines making their temporary mark on him as she dragged them down to the hem of his shorts. His erection was more than obvious, and she wondered in a second or so of clear thought whether she was even capable of taking something that big inside of her.

Growling at the sensation of her nails, and her teasing touch where his hips slipped down to greener pastures, he gripped her toned thighs in his large, masculine hands, dragging her down the bed until her pelvis reached his knees.

It was such an easy thing to tear away her singlet, exposing her full torso to him in all its feminine glory. The rise and fall of the curve of her breast enticed him to lean down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth for him to abuse with his tongue and teeth, then the other in turn while a hand made sure that neither went without attention.

He bit down hard on her left, making her cry out and she arched her back up into him. He slipped his free arm under her at that moment, pulling her up with him into a sitting position, her ass resting on his thighs as he sat down on his calves. She wrapped her legs around his waist and took her first opportunity to latch onto his neck. However with his head bent down, still attacking at her breasts, all that was available to her was his shoulder, and she had no problem sinking her teeth into it.

The result could have been more then she bargained for as he growled loudly into her breast and bit down in turn on her nipple.

She yelped into the wound she’d made, though it wasn’t as deep as the one he’d made on her neck, she tasted blood, and suddenly her brain kicked into over drive at the taste of it.

His grip on her tightened in every way, his hand gripped her back, and his tail recoiled around her so tightly it was almost painful for him and her both. Just the idea of her biting him meant more than she probably knew, since the bonding involved was on more than a physical level. She had tasted his blood, and that meant she could taste no other.

She was finally his.

He was quite sure that if he didn’t do something about his cock shortly, he’d keel over and die. But he was so glad she was receptive (finally), that he wanted to take his time with her.

His head told him to ignore the discomfort and enjoy every inch of her… his other head told him to fuck her now, and hard.

She was a virgin, and he knew that her being able to take him easily was not going to be likely. He knew he was going to hurt her, there was no avoiding that. He just needed to get her worked up enough to enjoy the pain, like she was now.

Reaching down with the hand that didn’t hold her to him, he ripped away her shorts and tossed them aside to be forgotten. He tested her with his fingers, sliding tem over her to see just how wet she was. He smirked when he felt it, and he slid his fingers between her folds, the smell of her now able to reach his nostrils, driving him wild.

Moaning at this new, more intense pleasure that ripped through her, she dropped her head back from his shoulder, making a half yelp sound as his fingers moved over her clit.

“Oh wow,” she groaned, making Vegeta smirk in all his glory before she buried her face back into his shoulder to stifle the sounds she was making.

“Don’t hide it,” he said sternly, his hand at her back gripping her hair and pulling her head back up.

Her quivering bottom lip was too tempting for him to refuse, and he sucked it in before biting down on it.

“You ready to take me?” he asked, more rhetorically, since he loved the sound of his voice and the way it made her moan, flinch and purr depending on what he said.

This time he received a moan and a half nod, her eyes barely able to keep open, her rare blue orbs piercing through the darkness as she smirked at him slightly.

He removed all his hold of her, and uncoiled his tail from around her waist, using the tip of it to shove her in the stomach as he sat up off his calves, which sent her dropping off his thighs and onto her back once more, already looking spent with nothing more to give.

Her tail coiled instinctively to its usual place around his thigh, and he took great pleasure in finally removing his own shorts, after peeling her tail from him, like trying to pull a coiled snake from a tree he discovered with amusement. His cock sprang to full attention, and he groaned at the relieving release.

He slipped his hand slowly down her incredibly muscular stomach, running his fingers over each of the bumps of her six pack before indulging in the deep crease of her hips that lead down to what he yearned for most now. It was the simplest of things to slide his fingers inside her, which produced a long, low purr from her, her hips arching into his digits.

Her genetics meant that she was able to cater to Saiyan manhood, and while she took two of his rather large digits easily, (to Vegeta) she was insanely tight.

He rocked his fingers inside of her, watching her moan and enjoying the writhing of her body as it took in the pleasure. He made an effort to guide her on the path to orgasm, and he continued until her body was releasing enough moisture to lubricate him adequately.

Removing his fingers, which induced a growl from her, Vegeta laughed and leaned his large body over her, propping his weight on one knee as he ran his length along her newly abused, and very wet womanhood.

“I knew there was a Saiyan woman in there somewhere.”

He bit back down on her neck, his tongue flicking over the still raw wound he had created earlier. His cock twitched in anticipation, and he used his fingers to guide the tip to her entrance. He bit down harder than ever before on her neck, and in that instant when she screamed out, he moved inside her until his hips connected into hers.

She whimpered and he felt her body arch up into him in a strange mixture of pain and incredible pleasure.

The sensation of him being so completely inside her made her legs shake, and she rode out her first orgasm with Vegeta holding her up against his chest with one hand clasped around her back.

Her clenching muscles around his cock drove him wild, and he growled deeply into her flesh, rocking only slightly in and out until she had relaxed and made the friction less demanding.

He lapped greedily at the blood seeping from her neck, but couldn’t focus on just that as he began to fuck her, he gave up the game altogether after a few moments, throwing his head back in pleasure.

She felt warm, thick blood slide down her collar bone and Vegeta took a second to run his tongue along the trail between thrusts.

He could feel her relaxing around him, and he glanced up to see her face changing from one filled with pain, to one overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Say my name,” he purred into her neck, lapping at the abused, and still bleeding wound he’d created.

Beyond thinking about her actions, his name was immediately moaned out for him, which made him thrust harder and growl, nipping at her ear.

“Good girl.”

One of her legs wrapped around the back of his, and she shifted down so that their hips locked together better, her pelvis arching up with each of his thrusts. Her tail coiled and recoiled around his thigh, almost as if she was unsure of what to do with it, either that or she stopped thinking about it, which made it loosen and do what it wanted.

His own tail had rewrapped tightly around her hips, and he used it to lever her up into his thrusts a little better.

Before long Vegeta could feel his climax building, and he groaned and swore into her neck in Saiyan as he came.

For more than twenty minutes he lay on top of her, void of energy, his cock still limp inside her, every fiber of their beings locked together. He listened to her steady breathing as she slipped into an exhausted sleep. When he finally had enough sense, and wasn’t hyper sensitive he slowly pulled out of her. With that he collapsed into the bed, still on top of her, their sweaty bodies clinging to each other as he ran a hand through her hair while she slept.

Her strength meant he had no qualms about laying his full weight on her, and it didn’t bother her sleeping mind in the slightest to be beneath him.

“Finally,” he murmured, watching her shift slightly at the sound of his voice.

“You’re finally mine.”
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