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Vegeta And His Princess	By : mavrick Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Finally Mine
- 2-Learn Your Place
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This is the second 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.

I would really appreciate reviews, so if you take the time to read it, take an extra few minutes to review. All comments and criticism welcome, I'm looking to better my writing with these.

Learn Your Place: Blood play, serious domination, fair bit of pain, lemon

“You know you really need to relax! There’s no way I’m going to put up wi-.”

Before she could finish his hand, balled into a fist had backhanded her jaw, sending the upper half of her body flinging to the right. Her long, dark brown hair sprayed out with the movement and shielded her face from his sight in the brief moment where she was so stunned, that she didn’t know what to do.

The coppery taste of her own blood stung at her tongue, and she raised a hand tentatively to her already bruising jaw.

Vegeta, on the other hand, was quite pleased that she’d shut up.

“You willlearn your place Vasha, whether you go to it yourself or I put you in it.”

She was lightning quick, and in an instant faster than he could react to, her own iron fist met with his jaw, only hers wasn’t a power withdrawn back hand like his had been.

Searing pain shot through his jaw and he lashed out on instinct, grabbing at her hair, spinning her and slamming her body into the wall face first, pressing his weight against her taught back, her tail twitching in agitation under his crushing weight. The steel wall caved in considerably from the force used, buckling and forming a large cavity that Vasha sunk into easily behind Vegeta’s weight.

There was a blast of energy as both of their bodies powered up, an explosion of ki flaring around them in a mixture of vivid blue and lightning white.

There were a few lingering moments before the storm that had brewed up around them subsided, and both their energies faded back into their muscular bodies.

Vegeta pushed her into the wall again, throwing some of his weight into it, just to get his point across. The wall caved in further, and Vegeta was forced to take a step forward to keep his leverage on her.

A grunt came from the stunned Vasha as the wind was taken from her lungs again.

He was tempted to slam her head into the wall a few times to make his point a little clearer, but he refrained from it… for now.

She pushed her back against him in an attempt to get free, which only sent her harder into the wall as he applied more weight against her. She was furious, and the small trickle of blood that had slipped from her mouth and down her chin was unable to be wiped away as he grabbed both her hands in his own, larger ones, pinning them into the small of her back. While she could have put up more of a struggle against him, she knew it was pointless. He was stronger than her, as much as it pained her to admit it, even in her mind.

Suddenly, she was spun around, her arms ripped above her head and sent back into the wall with a loud crunching noise as the already tourmented metal behind them gave way a little more.

Her tail instantly wrapped around her waist for comfort in the second it was free from being awkwardly squished between them.

Vegeta was already rock hard just from her hitting him, and he dug his constrained cock into the hollow of her hip as he glared at her fiery blue orbs.

‘Play’ fighting between Saiyan mates was common, as both parties usually had more power than was easily controlled. This was more than relevant in Vegeta and Vasha’s case, since anger ruled both of them better then Lord Frieza. It had turned him on a lot faster and far better than any of their other encounters. And because she had refused him after their first night, and he had then been sent on a mission that had lasted months, he’d been without her intoxicating presence for far too long.

“You don’t learn very fast do you?” he asked, his face hovering in front of hers.

His tongue glided along the blood trail from her chin to her lips, and he sank his teeth into her soft bottom lip, until his sharp incisors pierced the supple flesh, adding more blood to his already salivating mouth.

A low groan emitted from somewhere deep in her, and she shifted her hips against him in a feeble attempt to get free, which only proved to poke his hard cock into her hip harder still.

“You will learn your place,” he continued, moving her wrists into one hand and letting his now free hand move to her hip, holding her in place a little better.

He looked at her, daring her to speak, to say anything to anger him further, to fuel his already raging fire for her.

His greedy fingers spread across the blue covered skin of her hip, and then her muscled stomach, until he reached her chest plate, removing her breasts from his touch.

“Hit me again, and It’ll be the last thing you do,” he added after a long pause. His threat was not filled with hot air, and he saw something in her eyes flicker… fear.

His other hand let go of her wrists, and she slowly lowered them as his other hand joined the first to pull up the stretchy, yet strong armour from her body.

Now silent and obedient, Vasha raised her arms, and the white and yellow piece of armour was tossed aside.

He watched her chest rise and fall with each of her shallow, nervous breaths. His hunger for taking her had doubled with each day she’d denied him, and each month he’d been deep in space, her scent haunting his dreams. She had pushed him too far today, he was not going to ask her to give, he was simply going to take what was his whether she permitted him or not. He’d always said rape was for those who couldn’t say the right things to a woman, but she was his, and it was his rightto fuck her.

His fingers sunk hard into the flesh of her breasts, and he watched with delight as she hissed out and arched her back in discomfort.

“Such a pity you don’t have a breeder’s chest,” he murmured, more to himself than her as he imagined the large, round breasts of a breeding Saiyan on her lithe, muscular form. It was hardly to be expected of a warrior, yet there was something erotic about the wide, fleshy hips of a child bearer, and their ample bosom fit for feeding that turned any Saiyan male on. It was their fertility, and willingness to breed… something that Vasha, had not shown to date.

He saw her mouth open to say something, but she was cut off by his hand rising up to clasp tightly around her neck.

His tongue lapped at the fresh blood that was starting to seep from her mouth, and she glared at him with hatred that made it impossible to feel comfortable with his uniform on.

“Undress me Vasha,” he commanded.

He kept a hold of her throat, his grip never loosening as he waited for her to give him an indication of compliance or defiance.

If it wasn’t for the fact she was extremely turned on by it all, she would have told him that he could go fuck Nappa if his cock was so determined to be satisfied.

“Am I supposed to do it with you choking me?” she asked, her tone even and lacking her usual sarcasm, though it was raspy from the pressure on her larynx.

He released her, and stepped back before flopping lazily onto his bed, reclining and placing his arms behind his head.

Feeling more and more like a subservient whore, she reluctantly moved forward and pulled his boots off.

She watched with caution as his tail shifted, wrapping tightly around her wrist. “You’re saving yourself a lot of trouble Vasha.” It was a light warning to what he was thinking of doing just moments before.

Swallowing the taste of her blood, she removed the other boot, his tail removing itself from her and twitching on the bed by his side.

He sat up suddenly, his tail grasping around her hips, pulling her from the end to the bed to him.

She shifted on her knees until she straddled his hips, and her tail loosened around her waist at his now more gentle touch.

He reached his large arms forward, pushing her boots off just as she had done his.

She replied by tugging his chest plate up, and he raised his arms to aid in getting it off.

With his chest covered now only by the blue spandex that also covered her own body, he pulled her gloves off, and then laid back as she repeated the action on him. It was all slow and very deliberate, and they both gained a sense of bonding from it. It was expected for Saiyan mates to groom one another, bathe together and help with ceremonial dressing. Neither knew this, but felt the same emotions never the less.

His burning lust had turned to yearning desire, and his cock, while still hard, did not press demandingly into her pelvis as it once had. He had relaxed, and so had she, her tail hanging loosely around her hips, his own still gripping around the curve of her waist.

The exposed skin of her thighs was all too easy for him to run his hands up and down, her thigh high boots now disposed of.

Her back arched at this far more tantalizing touch, and she gave a small moan as his fingers dipped up between her legs to graze over her moistening pussy.

He pulled himself back up to a sitting position, pulling her body into his chest possessively. His tongue trailed slowly over the drying trail of blood down the side of her mouth before licking down under her chin and across her neck, to the thick scar he had made all those months earlier.

Her whole body seized up as his teeth grazed across the still sensitive scar, and she dug her nails into his hips as hard as she could to make her point to leave it alone.

She heard only a growl before he latched on, and she cried out as the scar was violated by his sharp incisors.

It hurt far more than the original bite, and she held back a whimper at the searing pain as he ripped through the thick scar tissue. She didn’t want to show weakness, but it seemed no matter what she did, he always held the upper hand over her, and she loathed it.

“Stop,” she murmured, her detest for his controlling ways brewing up inside her.

With nothing but a grunt and continued sucking at her bleeding neck as an answer, it was all too easy to move her hands up to his chest and push him back with enough force to remove him from her neck.

He went to sit back up, but she flared out in anger, her energy a blazing white light that enclosed over them both and made every inch of his skin tingle to an almost maddening point.

She stared down at him, her eyes cold and almost lifeless, not unlike his own when he got in one of his moods.

“I will play submissive for you, but only when I choose to.” Her tone was low, and begging him to try and object.

“I am not your play thing, and I do not adhere to your every damned request.”

She pushed on her knees and rose to her feet, towering over him before jumping off the bed. She was sure she had made her point, but as she stopped to grab her boots and gloves, Vegeta took the moment of distraction to reinstate the rules.

He launched off the bed and flew at her, grabbing her around the waist and slamming her into the nearest wall. This one too, gave way like paper beneath them. His own blue energy fired up around her and she shouted out in both surprise and pain.

He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her so he could keep her pinned and have a free hand, and ripped at her blue uniform, the material, while extremely durable, tearing easily at his determination.

In an instant he’d ripped from her neck down to her naval, her breasts sitting exposed.

He used his free hand, pushing her face sideways and into the dented wall behind her.

This exposed her still bleeding neck to him, and he latched back onto it with more force than ever before, sinking his teeth in so deep she was sure he was going to rip her jugular out and leave her to bleed to death, dying in a pool of her defiant blood.

He drank deeply, her energy flowing through her blood making his tongue tingle like it had done to his whole body when she’d powered up while sitting on him.

He moved his hand from her face and ripped at the last of her blue uniform until it lay in ruins around their bare feet.

His own followed in the minutes that followed as he continued to drink from her, until her head started to swim and her knees grew weak.

She breathed out his name quietly, so quietly that only trained Saiyan ears would be able to hear it.

Her reply was his hand at her hip, pulling her leg up, his hard cock slamming into her so hard she yelped, his mouth never leaving her neck.

With the second thrust, he detached himself from her ruined neck, his blood soaked lips moving to her ear as the third, equally hard thrust met her.

“You are my play thing Vasha. And I will play with you whenever I please, however I please.”

His hand holding her hip moved between them, rubbing over her clit hard, which got the response he expected, a loud moan and the arching of her hips into him.

“And you will enjoy it, whether you tell yourself to or not.”

His fingers continued their manipulation of her clit, while he slowed his thrusts, but did not lighten the force of them.

His hand never let go of her wrists, and within a minute they were both climaxing harder than either had before.

He was barely able to support her light weight on his unsteady legs, her sore, drained and almost lifeless body needing all of him to hold her up. The only thing that told him she wasn’t dead was the slow breathing in his ear.

“Learned your place yet?” he asked, his tone, even in her weakened and exhausted state still making her snarl.

She pulled herself up and back against the wall, and he let go of her wrists and stepped back from her.

Panting, and holding one, now free hand to her neck, she used all the energy she had left to stay standing.

She said nothing, and it made Vegeta laugh as he walked through the doorway that lead to his bathroom.

She heard water running, and soon steam began to waft out into the cold room she still occupied, leaning against the buckled wall in order to stay standing. Her neck had stopped bleeding, but her legs still had trouble holding her up. She didn’t know what to do or where to go, and she looked at her ruined clothes, knowing that unless she was going to walk out naked, she needed him to go to her room and get her a new set.

Her mind raced with possibilities and options, her sore body almost begging for her to stop demanding that of her. It wanted to sleep, not stand on guard and wait for Vegeta’s next move.

However it almost sighed with relief as his voice sounded from the steam filled room, his tone was not demanding, and almost sounded apologetic to her ears.

“Come in here with me Vasha.”
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