Listen to Your Saiyan Instincts

Vegeta one-shot lemon

This girl is a full Saiyan, her name is Jala, the J is pronounced with an H, the shortened word Jalapeno. She is the same height as Vegeta and weighs 135 pounds. She looks like a typical Saiyan, black hair and eyes. Her hair is straight and shoulder length. Her skin is pale. She was exiled from Planet Vegeta when she was seventeen for refusing to comply with Frieza. She barely escaped with her life, retreating to a small planet that she dubbed Capsicum. She still has her tail.


Her build is toned and she is rather shapely, several Saiyan males pursued her before her exile. Her mother was a high priestess, and her father a respected warrior. Her family had unfortunately not survived the blast. She is now twenty five and is about to have a visitor…


Vegeta, still immensely exhausted and drained from his encounter with Goku, lost control of his space pod. His navigation systems detected a nearby abandoned planet, and made a collision course. Right as his ship landed, the Saiyan Prince blacked out.


In the middle of bottling some home-grown herbs, Jala sensed a strong surge of power fall to her planet. She exited her two-story cottage, being greeted by a small grey dog. “Hello there, Pepper. It seems as if we have a guest.” she smiled while rubbing the dog’s head affectionately.


Following the energy signature, Jala easily found the crashed space pod. Her brows furrowed, she knew who the pod belonged to. “A servant of Frieza? That lizard didn’t find me did he?” She wondered out loud.


Jala opened the pod. She knew exactly how it worked because Frieza forced her through the training. She mostly helped with healing warriors. The first and only time she went out to battle when Frieza sent her to depopulate a small planet. Jala managed to elude capture. She abandoned Planet Vegeta a week before its destruction.


The pod opened, steam hissing. And Jala’s eyes grew wide as the occupant became known. “No way…Let’s get you recovered. She said, slinging the Saiyan Prince’s left arm across her shoulders and lugging him to her home.


*3 hours later*
Vegeta opened his eyes to find himself in a recovery tank, a breathing apparatus strapped to his face. He was only in the tight pair of shorts he wore under his Saiyan battle fatigues. Normally the Prince wouldn’t pay this no mind. But he had no idea as to how he got here or who put him here. “This can’t be one of Frieza’s stations.” he growled, eyes scanning the room.


“That’s very perceptive of you, Prince.” a feminine voice called out. Vegeta’s gaze snapped to where the voice came from. Sitting at the control console was an ebony-haired woman. She was quite beautiful, the lights from the machines illuminating her pale skin. The woman stood and approached the tank, revealing the trademark tail of their race.


“You’re a Saiyan? Who are you, woman?!” Vegeta demanded, making sure his voice was authoritative, hiding the shock he felt.


“Once again, very observational Prince Vegeta.” she smiled, tail swishing happily. “Kind of hurt you don’t remember me though.” she pouted playfully.


Vegeta furrowed his brows in annoyance. “Who are you?! If you know what is good for you, you will not make me repeat myself again woman!” he shouted angrily.


“Wow, impatient as ever I see.” she sighed, a deadpan look on her face. “Its me, Jala? Thrown off the planet for defying the ‘almighty’ Frieza? About hmm…eight years ago. Any of this ringing a bell?”

It finally clicked. “I remember you. Why did you bring me here?”


“That’s easy! Your pod crashed onto my planet, Capsicum. I found you and dragged your beaten body to my home. You’re in the sub-basement. Glad I was prepared for emergencies.” Jala answered, stretching to where her back cracked.


As she stretched. Vegeta eyed her. Taking in the luscious shape of her body, he smirked. She had it all, sizeable, plump breasts, and hourglass shape, enticing hips that made him want to grip and never let go. And her long, toned legs. He could see why so many men were after her before her banishment.


He never took his eyes off her for a moment, taking in how she moved, instinctively swinging her hips with each step. A groan escaped Vegeta’s throat as he eyed her round ass when she bent over the console and grabbed a few sheets of paper. “Well, you’re healing at an incredibly fast rate! You should be full recovered in an hour at most.” she told the Saiyan Prince.


A look of awe appeared in her eyes. “What?” Vegeta asked curiously, managing to not eye her chest.


“You’ve gotten much stronger since the last time I saw you! “ she exclaimed. When she undressed Vegeta, she couldn’t stop herself from taking in his well sculpted body. Ever since she found him, she could feel her Saiyan instincts kick in. At her age, female Saiyans would try and find a mate. And there was no doubt Vegeta would be a suitable mate, strong men was a must to females.


Even before she left Planet Vegeta, Jala would fantasize about the Saiyan Prince. He was ruggedly handsome, strong and influential, practically a perfect candidate. Several nights she would just think about spending time with him, it would almost always inadvertently lead to Jala fingering herself and even stroking her tail, imagining the Prince taking her as his mate.


Just remembering made Jala blush softly. ‘I’m a grown-up now…those thoughts don’t cloud my mind as they once did.’ she told herself as she monitored Vegeta’s recovery status, several images popping up in her mind. Vegeta taking her in so many different positions. She bit her lips and clenched a fist to prevent a moan from escaping. ‘Dear Kami, why can’t I control myself?!’ she cried out in her mind.


She looked at the monitor and noticed that Vegeta was now fully healed. “I am beginning the purging process, Vegeta.” she told him, typing in a code and allowed the liquid oxygen to begin draining.


Once all the liquid was drained, the Prince stumbled out of the tank when the hatch opened. Jala’s breath hitched as she saw Vegeta’s strong wet body. “I’ll go get your armor. I had it repaired while you were out.” she said quickly, bolting out the door.


Vegeta smirked at how she was acting. He hadn’t been with a woman before, too busy becoming a powerful warrior. But his father told him the hints of when a woman was going into a frenzy. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, as if he hadn’t noticed. She was a woman in her prime and a powerful, virile male was in her presence. It probably didn’t help that she hasn’t had any contact with people in eight years.


Vegeta turned the thought of taking her in his mind multiple times. The idea of seeing a Saiyan female, especially one as beautiful as Jala in the throes of passion was enough to rile up any man. “To hell with it. She does deserve a special thank you for healing me after all.” he smirked, eyeing the door and waiting for her to return.


With Saiyan armor in hand, Jala paused at the door, despair written on her face. “He’ll probably leave after this.” she sighed sadly. Even though she may lose control, she was happy to have company. She was lonely but was staying hidden from Frieza, limiting her power to ridiculous odds. ’Maybe this is a sign that I should leave…I’m tired of hiding. God, what would my father and mother think? They always told me to fight especially in what I believed in.’


Taking a deep breath, Jala entered, pausing and attempting to hide her blush at the sight before her. Vegeta met her eyes in a seductive glare. She swore she felt her insides quiver. “H-here’s your armor. And you’re more then welcome to stay the night to fully recover. I can even make you a delicious meal if you wish.” she said, breaking eye contact with the Saiyan Prince she loved.


“I may take you up on that offer.” he said, walking up to Jala and snatching his armor.


“Well, I’m gonna go make that meal, feeling pretty hungry at the moment.” she stammered, rushing out of the room again.


A grin spread across Vegeta’s face as he remembered what his father told him. ’The male must make the first move, be bold. Every female longs to be dominated by her mate.’


By the time Vegeta found his way to the main building, dinner was ready, some of it gone, indicating that the petite female had had her fill. Vegeta decided to eat since he would need his strength, not just for what he had in mind but to destroy Frieza as well. He could feel that his near-death experience made him much stronger. And he would use every bit of that strength in his endeavors.

Finally deciding that now was the time to strike, Vegeta followed the energy signature of Jala, finding her room and making sure to sneak inside. He immediately noticed his target, fast asleep in her bed, a flimsy nightgown covering her body. Vegeta instinctively licked his lips as he took in her curves, plainly visible thanks to the gossamer, short gown.


Vegeta removed his armor, only in the shorts once again. He didn’t need anymore cover for tonight’s activities. He then settled himself behind her, resting an ungloved hand on her hip and rubbed it softly. He remembered that Jala was a heavy sleeper, just perfect for getting her worked up.


He heard her sigh softly and contently and her tail twitching somewhat. Vegeta leaned forward and licked the shell of her ear gently. He reached and grasped her tail, making sure not to squeeze hard as he began stroking the sensitive attachment. A rather audible moan escaped from Jala’s pouting lips that just begged for Vegeta to claim with his own.


He blew warm air into her ear, rewarded with a soft whimper. He glided his hand to the area where her tail met with the rest of her body, rubbing it extremely softly with the pad of his thumb. More whimpers came from Jala as her body arched, searching for more contact.


It was fun just getting her riled up. Vegeta could hardly wait to fully claim her as his. He could smell her growing arousal, like a perfume that stuck in his nostrils. And it was addictive, almost like an aphrodisiac. “You better wake up soon, I don’t want to take you in your sleep.” he growled in her ear.


Jala heard a deep, rough, demanding voice whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her black eyes slowly opened, her vision lightly fuzzy. She soon felt something wet on her neck and what must have been a hand stroking her incredibly sensitive tail. “What’s going on?” she asked, several moans escaping as the touches continued.


A deep chuckle made her aware of her night visitor. “About time you woke up, Jala.” Vegeta grinned, deep chuckles following afterward.


“What are you doing, Vegeta?” she whined, whimpering as Vegeta’s hands made their way up her nighty.


“Isn’t it obvious? You and me…we’re going to become mates.” he said bluntly, his hands finally settling on her breasts.


He greedily took them in his hands, squeezing the soft flesh. Jala moaned, feeling the stimulation make her nipples harden. “But Vegeta…ahhh!!!” she squeaked and moaned as he pinched a hard nipple between his thumb and index finger.


“Don’t give my that. I know you want me. I’ve known for quite sometime actually. I just never made my move until now. I know you’ve touched yourself, thinking about me each and every time.” he explained, moving her head to rest on his left shoulder as he began attacking her neck. He inhaled her scent, sighing deeply. “For being born from a priestess, you’re such a naughty girl, Jala.” he chuckled, enjoying the flushed look on her beautiful face.


“Shut up! You’re just full of yourself!” she cried, too proud to admit he was right. She gasped as she felt as she felt Vegeta’s free hand retreat into her panties. “VEGETA!!!”


The Prince smirked as she squirmed in his inescapable grasp as he began rubbing her clit. He rather enjoyed hearing her scream his name. Her breaths came out in soft pants as his middle finger began stroking her increasingly wet lips. “Oh? No more remarks?” he smirked, smirking pridefully as Jala whimpered softly.


Now teasing her soaked entrance with his middle and index finger, Vegeta felt her thighs tremble somewhat. “There is no reason to deny it. You wish to be my mate. All you need to do is listen to those Saiyan instincts. They’re kicking in, I know and most importantly, you know it.” he announced proudly, moving to where Jala was laying against the headboard.


“Need to lose this.” he muttered, quickly removing her nightgown. Jala gasped and quickly covered her chest as best she could. “Don’t bother trying to hide anything from me.” he cooed, forcing her arms down as he moved to where he was now straddling her.


Jala blushed darkly as Vegeta pressed his rock solid body against her soft one, breasts conforming to his chest. “W-why choose me though?” she asked the Prince curiously who currently had his hands on her hips.


“You need to ask? You’re beautiful, powerful Saiyan blood flows through your veins and last I checked, you were rather powerful by female standards.” he growled, nibbling her ear possessively.


Under normal circumstances, Jala would’ve hit Vegeta for that semi-sexist remark, but this was not a normal situation. Not for her anyway. ‘I do care about Vegeta…maybe I should just give in. I could have done worse for a mate. He’s powerful and handsome…And a very nice body! Wait…was that my thought’s or just my instincts?!’


While Jala had this mental battle, Vegeta was placing experimental nips on her neck, searching for the spot where he could place his mark. Jala yelped in shock as he found that special spot. “Vegeta…if you bite there again-!” she was almost warning him.


Moving in, Vegeta placed a firmer bite to her neck, holding her body to his as close he could. Jala shuddered, feeling her instincts coming out to the forefront. She couldn’t resist anymore. Moving to where Vegeta was looking directly at her, she moved in, the force pushing him to the large bed with their lips connected.


Vegeta’s eyes widened for a split second, shock as to what had just happened. That shock wore away rather quickly as Vegeta took his mate in his strong arms, returning her kiss with equal force. He was ecstatic that his mate was now playing on his level.


Vegeta soon regained control, not about to allow his woman to be the dominant of the two. With a devilish smirk, he stripped Jala of her white lace boy shorts, now able to view her in all her glory. Taking her thighs into his hands, he moved down to view her lower half. The woman tried shutting her legs but Vegeta wouldn’t have it.


The scent of arousal bombarded his senses, almost making his mouth water. Jala squinted her eyes shut, only to snap them open when she felt Vegeta’s tongue penetrate her. “Oh my ahh-” she gasped and moaned as the tongue slithered, teasing her oh-so sensitive walls.


Everything was feeling too good. The young Saiyan female’s body instinctively began trying to move away from the immensely pleasurable onslaught.


As she began moving, the Saiyan Prince growled and moved his hands to her hips, grasping them tightly. “You’re not going anywhere I don’t want you to, understand?” he growled threateningly.


To make sure he got his point across, Vegeta nipped at her clit, making her cry out loudly. He let his tongue tease and torment the sensitive little nub. Jala’s body attempted any form of movement, but Vegeta was holding her too tightly for that to be possible.


Vegeta felt her muscles begin to tense up, signaling that she was close to her climax. ‘Should I let her climax? Or make her beg me for it?’ Vegeta thought this over for about a minute. “Make her beg for it.” he whispered, grinning evilly.


“You say somethin….Vegeta?” Jala asked, sounding in a daze.


Vegeta moved, hovering over the lovely female, arms supporting his weight as his lower half collided against Jala’s. He bit his tongue, able to feel the warmth of her core practically calling out to him. “What are you waiting for?” Jala asked, sounding somewhat annoyed.


Yet another smirk appeared on Vegeta’s face. “You have to make me believe you want it.” he chuckled darkly.


Jala blushed tomato red, eyes as wide as saucers. “E-ex-excuse me?!”


“You heard me, woman. Don’t play coy.”


“Come on! You said it yourself, I’ve touched myself, always thinking of you! I do want you as my mate Vegeta.” she admitted, her blush growing darker.


Vegeta sat up and slid the spandex shorts off his body, now completely naked to the eyes of his mate. Jala turned her gaze, never having seen a naked man before.


“For being such a strong woman, you’re rather shy.” Vegeta grinned, placing a hand on her cheek, stroking the soft flesh with his thumb. “Look at me Jala.” he ordered somewhat calmly.


Jala squeezed her eyes shut, a tough girl but still a virgin. “Why?” she asked.


“You don’t question your Prince and mate!” he growled, forcing her to look at him, her black eyes wide from the sudden outburst.


Her eyes instinctively took in Vegeta’s form, every muscled inch. She finally saw her mate’s manhood. Her eyes grew wide and her blush came back, darker then before. “You’re big…” she whispered, still blushing darkly.


The grin turned into a confident smirk as Vegeta settled himself between his mate’s thighs. “Its time, this will hurt you for a while. But in no time, you will be screaming my name.” Vegeta told her, confidence in his eyes.


Jala moaned softly as the tip of Vegeta rubbed against her. Right as he began applying pressure, forcing himself inside, the young female Saiyan bit her lip.


Vegeta grunted loudly as he kept pushing deeper inside his mate, her cries of pain not falling on deaf ears. To attempt to calm her, Vegeta leaned forward, taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling it like an infant. Her deep, pained breaths turned to coos of pleasure.

In no time, Jala gave Vegeta the ’go ahead’, which the Prince needed only once.


Hoisting her legs over his shoulders, Vegeta began forcing himself in and out of the tight warmth. “Ohh my! Ahh! Oh God!!!” Jala moaned softly, more moans slipping out whenever she was filled with Vegeta’s thrusts.


His eyes twitched, “No! The only name you will EVER cry out is mine! You got that, woman?!” He declared, thrusting into her roughly for added measure.


“VEGETA!!!” she cried, eyes as wide as can be.


Vegeta chuckled darkly, letting her legs go, which instantly wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her sweaty body. “That’ more like it.” he smirked, pushing his body against hers.


Jala wrapped her arms around Vegeta’s neck pulling him into a kiss as he continued to drive into her at a normal pace, just enjoying how his mate felt. Moans and groans mixed together as the kiss continued.


The passionate lip lock did not stay for long, Vegeta started ramming harder into Jala, who had to break the kiss for deep breaths.


“Vegeta…mmm” she moaned, nuzzling his neck, preparing to make her own mark.


“Go ahead and mark me Jala. Let the world…the entire universe know who you belong to!” Vegeta commanded, whispering huskily into her ear.


The young Saiyan began kissing her mate’s strong neck, searching for his spot.


As soon as her soft lips found it, Vegeta titled her hips and slammed into Jala with incredible strength. Jala cried out, latching onto the sensitive spot. He had found her most erogenous spot and he knew it.


His smirk grew. Keeping a hand with her hips, his other braced itself against the headboard. With her legs still wrapped around his waist, Vegeta pulled out and then, with all his strength, sheathed himself back inside, causing Jala to arch her entire body, screaming in pleasure.


Vegeta chuckled darkly as he kept up his pace, slamming into his mate. All Vegeta could hear was Jala screaming his name in pure ecstasy. Deep throated moans came from the Saiyan Prince as he felt Jala tighten around his member. “God, you were already tight…Prepare yourself, you’re about to receive the cum of your Prince…” he growled haughtily, feeling himself about to reach his peak, the same with Jala with how tense her body was becoming.


“Vegeta…mmm. Oh Vegeta!!!!” she moaned loudly, clamping around her mate unbearably yet deliciously tight.


The sudden pressure and tightness triggered Vegeta’s powerful orgasm, filling Jala’s womb with his hot seed.


As their climaxes subsided, Vegeta still hovered over Jala, his strong frame trembling slightly. Jala was panting softly, her vision slowly returning to normal and her legs shaking before falling to the bed, making her lay spread eagle.


Vegeta pulled out of Jala, letting his tired body fall beside hers. He placed a hand over her shoulders, pulling her to lay on her side. Her eyes were half-lidded. She was a vision of true beauty. There was a soft glow about her. And her hair was disheveled. Her soft pale cheeks were flushed.


“I should have claimed you sooner.” he cooed, his thumb caressing the mate mark on her neck.


“That was amazing.” she purred, tail wagging happily yet somewhat lazily.


The two were close enough that their tails wrapped around each other. “Don’t ever lose your tail. If you do, I will kill whoever made you lose it.” Vegeta vowed, kissing his mate once again before the two fell asleep with the light from the crescent moon bathing them.