Koneka's Excellent Vacation

koneka8 Now that her painting is done, Koneka wants something new from the prince... Disclaimer: Oh, for God’s sake, they don’t belong to me! _________________________________________ Koneka’s Excellent Vacation, Part 8 ROSAT: The End “Train me.” “A waste of my time. You’re too weak.” “How else will I get strong? Train me!” He turned his back on me, arms folded, right index finger tapping on his left biceps, that famous scowl plastered on his face. “One hour,” I said. Vejita wheeled around, placing his fists on his hips. “You want one hour for dinner and one hour for sex. Now you want one hour for training.” “Okay — I’ll... I’ll give up... dinner!” He burst out laughing, the most wonderful sound I had ever heard! And suddenly he disappeared and reappeared behind me, slipping his arms around my waist. “You don’t want to give up sex?” he growled in my ear. I shivered. “I’d rather die,” I whispered. He kissed me on the neck and then released me. I faced him, waiting. Those heavy eyebrows drew down until they nearly met over the bridge of his nose. “As soon as you can do one hundred pushups, I’ll start training you.” “A HUNDRED!? I can’t do that!” He smirked. “One hundred pushups. Better get started.” And he was gone again. God, he was infuriating! I dropped down to the floor. One, two... “Shit!” I’d spent so much time on my lower body strength, I hadn’t done anything with my upper body. Okay, if I did one more each day than the day before... crap, that’s one hundred days! Okay, two a day, fifty days... It took me a month. One hundred freakin’ pushups! He watched me as I performed said required calisthenics. When I finished, I climbed to my feet, folded my arms, lifted my chin and waited. He smirked. He grabbed me. He made love to me. Then he proceeded to beat the snot out of me. Training me, that is! By the end of another month, I had some awesome skills and was getting pretty buff. Another month passed and he began sparring with me regularly. And he wasn’t gentle. Dr. Vejita turned into Mr. Hyde at the mere mention of sparring. Typically, our training sessions were more like war practice than martial arts. We were perfectly matched — I was battling to stay alive, he was there to make sure I didn’t! “You’re an evil evil man!” I screamed at him as I dodged one of his attacks. “No freakin’ fireballs, no super whatever! That’s not FAIR!” “Fair?! There’s no ‘fair’ in fighting!! AhhhhhAHHH!” “Nooooooo!! Stop it!” An energy blast narrowly missed my head. I couldn’t tell if he was missing on purpose or if I was really getting good enough to dodge his every attack. The wind was picking up, and I was afraid that pretty soon some freaky storm would converge on us while we were fighting. So, while Vejita was raising his palm to deliver another death blow, I ducked, ran as fast and hard as I could and head-butted him right under his armpit. It was a good one. He went flying through the air, landing on his ass with a solid *whump!* He was instantly up, snarling and flying at me with his fists, but I was already running hell-bent for the safety of the temple, ice and wind and snow practically nipping at my heels. But it was not to be. Vejita swooped down like an avenging angel and scooped me up with one arm, turning one hundred eighty and flying straight back into the tempest. “You want to get strong?! Get strong!” he screamed, and he dumped me on the ice where I slipped and slid and skidded on my butt, whirling around like a kid on a saucer. “I hate you! You’re a maniac!” and I could hear his maniacal laughter in the howling wind. And that’s how our sessions always ended, with my telling him off and his laughing at me. His method of training was unorthodox, to say the least, but I got stronger. And he never left me alone again. Some days I’d crawl back to the temple on my hands and knees across the slippery ice, or I’d race back a mere half-step ahead of the flames, but I knew he was watching to make sure I made it back safely. Through that steel heart of his flowed warm blood — he wasn’t fooling me a bit. And he gave me that extra hour, more than an hour. Of course, we didn’t make love every day, only four or five times a week! No, I’m kidding. Even Vejita’s appetite wasn’t that voracious. And I was sure he didn’t want another baby, so we were careful. I had no illusions. I knew without a doubt that he would eventually find his way to Bulma, though he must have treated her like crap. Even though I hadn’t yet met her, I didn’t want her feelings hurt — mostly because of Trunks. And now, our time was growing short. Vejita grew stronger day by day. Sometimes when he was off training I could hear his screams and see the explosions as he hurled energy blasts. One time he was so close I could see his silhouette through the fog as he stood screaming with his head thrown back. He wasn’t a patient man. The desire to be the best consumed him — it was evident that Goku was the driving force behind this obssession. Sometimes he would snarl at me — I knew he was impatient to be off doing his own training — but I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. I begged him to show me super Saiyan, and most of the time he’d just laugh darkly and leave. But sometimes, he’d power up and I’d stand in awe watching the transformation. That raw power was so sensual, one day I threw myself at him and he made love to me in super mode. He damn near killed me — I was happy and satisfied for a week! Then one day I finally wore him down. “Teach me to control my energy.” “You want too much.” “If you can get me started, I can practice on my own. I want to control my energy, and I want to fly.” “Woman...” “Come ON, Vejita! This is no skin off your nose! You owe me!” “Bah! I don’t owe you anything! It’s not my fault you were caught in the middle of Cell’s rampage!” I couldn’t help it — I growled! “Grrrrrrrrr....” I clenched my fists, I flew at him with one of my best punches and caught him off guard with a punch that knocked him on his royal ass! He was up instantly, and bearing down on me. Vejita may be the strongest person in the universe, but he’s not the slipperiest! That would be me. When he finally caught me, we rolled and grappled and made love and, while in the throes of passion, I got him to promise. I’m also better able to make the most of a situation. He was royally pissed. I was pissed at royalty! He was a man of his word. I was going to hold him to it. So for our final months, I got yet another hour out of him and he taught me to control my energy and before I knew it, I was flying! This was the stuff of dreams! Why hadn’t I thought of this months ago? Now, I could fly through the void and escape the hazards — a few times I even found him while he was off training alone. He’d just scream at me, and I’d fly away laughing! Now, our training sessions took on a new dimension. I could meet him energy blast to energy blast. Well, mine were pretty weak, and I knew that he was holding back, though he’d only snarl at me when I teased him about it. “I don’t hold back, woman! Ever!” “Liar, liar, pants on fire!” Apparently those were fighting words, if ever he heard them, because he’d double his efforts, and I wn thn the run again. Then one night as we lay together after making love, I began to cry. I was sure he would snarl at me, but he surprised me by holding me closer. Afraid that anything I’d say would make him angry, I got myself under control, buried my face in his chest and went to sleep. The next morning, our year was up. ...continued... ___________________________________________________________________________ Nathan: Said it to you, but will tell the world. Well, my teensy corner of it, anyway! You write the best critiques. You help me see what’s good and why, what needs improving, and what new challenges await me. Thank you. Lumpy: Fleshed out okay? :-D Your critiques are tops, too!