Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Against All Odds ❯ Tease ( Chapter 17 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but if I did, I would have made sure that Vegeta and Trunks kept their tails. I don't own this little earring scene in this chapter either, I shamelessly ripped it off from a commercial on tv that I saw and thought was cute. Unfortunately I can't remember what the commercial was selling so I don't know who to give the credit too.

Chapter Seventeen

Tease

After crawling out of the regen tank, Bulma slept for two days. The rapid healing process had depleted most of her body's resources and she needed to recover from her harrowing experience. She woke up briefly on the first day, long enough to switch on the microphone to the GR to tell Vegeta that he would go to the dance with her the next day to celebrate. Instead of arguing, he merely looked into the monitor with an odd expression on his face that she could not decipher in her exhausted state and shrugged that he heard her. She went back to her room and collapsed into a heap on her bed.

When the tank had completed its cycle, Vegeta had been there to gently lift her out and cradle her in his arms. Still drugged and slightly overwhelmed from the events in the past few days, she had broken down into sobs, caging his neck in her arms. Her relief that he was home and alive was evident in every shudder of her body. She didn't remember much after that, only waking up in her bed with the sense of security surrounding her.

Now she stood in the tiny bathroom, applying her blue eyeliner, while waiting for Vegeta to come back from the gym. It was nearing six and the party was going to start in a few minutes. To celebrate Ascension Day the residents of the base had decided on throwing a shindig in the cafeteria. The chefs had prepared mounds of food and Bulma as a means of amends for the trouble that Vegeta and she had caused on the base had weeks ago procured crates of alcohol to be served.

It seemed that thoughts of Vegeta were never far from her mind these days. While he had been on the base with her she hadn't given his presence a second thought, but when he had been taken away from her she had found herself drowning in indecision. She realized just how important he had grown to her and his absence had made her ache with sorrow. She saw how his men respected and feared him, not only his men but everyone that he came into contact with. In a word, those who had the misfortune of meeting Vegeta would call him evil. Bulma had thought long and hard about that word and its meaning when she was told that the Freine Resistance Core would not return him to her, choosing instead to punish him for his crimes.

Wicked; to cause harm or distress, a source of sorrow, was what her tattered Earth dictionary read. All of these things could be used to describe Vegeta. One would not be remiss in saying that he was the right hand of the king of hell himself. An unholy angel that rained fire and brimstone down on those whom his master pointed a clawed hand at, but Bulma did not see these things when she looked at Vegeta. She saw a man, that no one had a reason to love, a solitary figure in on a battlefield of shadows, feared, hated and very much alone.

Sometime between worrying if he would return to her and this evening as she dressed she had made the unconscious decision to seduce the Saiyan prince. In the last few days the reality of the danger they faced was shoved forcefully in her face and she found herself afraid of letting a piece of heaven slip away before she tasted it. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring them, but right now she wanted to reach out and touch him, to reassure herself that he did exist. Others might not see him as a knight in shinning armor, he was too tarnished, too damaged, but he was her demon knight and tonight she was going to claim him.

She heard the door open and she leaned out the bathroom portal to call out.

"Vegeta, in here." She sang out, bubbling with enthusiasm. After so many months of hard work and one disaster after another, she was looking forward to a good time. He entered the room, his blue training suit accenting his cut physique and it was apparent that he had taken a shower at the gym before returning.

His form filled the bathroom doorway as he leaned up to latch his hand over the top of the portal, stretching out his sore shoulder while managing to look incredibly sexy. He stood there casually, his coal black eyes skimming down her frame, bringing to mind every dark fantasy she had ever had about him.

"What woman?" He purred while his heavy lidded eyes watched her apply her make-up. His gaze narrowed longingly, taking in the midnight blue dress that she wore. The gown dipped down between her breasts leaving her creamy skin bare to her belly button, while indecently sheer scraps of clothed covered her breasts, leading up to thin straps that hooked over her shoulders. The dress was backless, leaving the materiel to gather at her lower back right above the curve of her buttocks before falling down around her thighs. She had piled her teal hair on top of her head, and she wore a diamond necklace that laced around her throat while a long strand of sparking gold and ice lay down the center of her back, tantalizing him to reach out and trace its path down her spine. In the front the same design dripped down her front between her breasts.

At the sight of her standing there innocently brushing color onto her face he was filled with the overwhelming urge to wrap her in his arms and hold her against him. The hours she had spent in the tank had been the longest in his entire life. Finally, when she emerged fully healed he had been able to gather her up and reassure himself that she was indeed alive. She had been barely coherent, but at the sight of him she had burst into tears, sobbing inconsolably into his arms. At first he thought she was stricken with fear at the sight of him, the last time he had seen her he had hurt her and broken her trust, but soon he found that her tears were of relief. Between her sobs he had been able to make out that she was happy that he had come home to her.

Home, to her.

"I laid out some clothes on the bed for you." After she had found out that he only owned four training suits and a set of battle armor to his name, she had ordered some clothes for him. Of course he never wore them, muttering something about them being useless to a warrior, but she was determined that he would dress appropriately for tonight. To her surprise he didn't argue but turned to examine the garments. She put down her rouge, intending on leaving the room so he could get dressed, but when as she turned to face him he dropped his suit on the ground in one smooth motion, leaving his backside bare to her appreciative gaze.

Unable to move or speak she stood entranced as she watched the muscles in his back bunch as he leaned over to pick up the khaki slacks she had left out, while completely ignoring the silk boxers. She was treated to a magnificent view of his ass as he bent over to put one foot then the other in the legs, before pulling them up over his chiseled cheeks, shrouding them from her view.

As soon as he had dropped his suit to the floor, the air was filled with the aroma of her arousal and Vegeta almost turned around right there. He wanted nothing more than to pin her against the hard wall, pull her long legs up around his waist and sink himself into her hot velvet depths. He wasn't sure what possessed him to tease her like that, maybe it was to get back at her for wearing such a scintillating gown, but as soon as he did it he regretted it. He could avoid looking at her, removing the temptation of her body from his sight, but her scent was something he could never escape. It was forever imprinted onto his mind and it was more of an aphrodisiac than any drug.

"Enjoying the show, woman?" He asked gruffly without turning around to face her. She swallowed as she nodded before realizing that he couldn't see her.

"Yes, but don't you think you should put some boxers on?" She was breathless and her words sounded like a caress. He turned to face her and her heart caught in her throat.

"Why?" He asked, his onyx eyes trapping her at the door.

"It's only proper." Was her pert reply, but he only cocked an eyebrow in amusement as her attention was obviously drawn elsewhere.

Her eyes drifted down over his perfect pectorals and his rock hard of abdominals. His trousers were slung low over his hips and the shadow between the protrusion and his softly rounded lower stomach begged to be licked. Unconsciously her tongue darted out to slick over her upper lip, causing Vegeta to shift in order to control his answering surge of desire. Her eyes darted back up to his and she decided instantly that she preferred him naked under the slacks.

Shrugging she turned away, "Never mind," she muttered. She flipped up the lid to her jewelry box, picking up a set of diamond studded earrings. Vegeta entered the much too small room, forcing her to move over by the toilet while he picked up a brush to run it through his locks, his biceps bulging under the bronze layer of his skin.

Its not like he has any other style other than the gravity defying, I stuck my finger in the light socket look.

Snickering silently to herself, she lost the grip on the earring she had been trying to put on and watched in horror as it fell into the toilet with a plop, coming to rest at the bottom while twinkling tauntingly at her.

Ewww. I am not sticking my hand in there.

Before she could even complete the thought, Vegeta leaned down to pluck the earring out of the water, holding it in his hand palm up for her while he ran his fingers through his hair, still examining himself in the mirror. She looked at the earring uncomprehendingly for a moment, barely even realizing that Vegeta had done something incredibly sweet for her, of course he had to ruin it by opening his mouth.

"Hurry up woman. I don't have all day." He growled while holding out his hand. She flashed him a look before delicately pinching the earring between her forefinger and thumb, rinsing it off in the sink. He turned to leave as she was reaching for the alcohol to sanitize it.

"Where do you think you are going?" She asked and he turned back to her his eyebrow cocked.

"Wash your hands mister." She was appalled that he would leave without scrubbing his hand with soap after sticking it in the toilet. He opened his mouth to argue, but her face clouded with the look that all wives and mothers get, the one that warns you that if you knew what was best you had better not sass them back. He moved to the sink, thoroughly washing his hands and drying them on the towel while throwing her a look that said "Happy now" before going back into the bedroom.

He snatched up the blue pullover that she laid on the bed for him, dropping it down over his head. The sleeves were long, so he bunched him up around his elbows, leaving his tanned forearms bare.

Bulma was fussing in the bathroom still and Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Aren't you ready yet?"

Bulma sighed before stalking out the bathroom and over to the closet to grab a pair of strappy gold heels that matched her jewelry. She sat on the edge of the bed to slide them on her feet and to her shock when she was done Vegeta stood in front of her with his hand out to help her up. Her eyes trailed up his arm to lock with his smoldering obsidian ones before she hesitantly placed her palm in his. Awareness shot through her arm as his strong fingers wrapped around her finely boned hand to gently tug her up into a standing position only a hairsbreadth away from him. Her breath caught in her throat as his musky scent surrounded her, entwining around her seductively, pulling her towards him. She swayed slightly and his eyes flared in response. With a soft growl he dropped her hand and strode out of the room, leaving her rife with disappointment.

As he waited for her by the door he mentally berated himself for getting so close to her. Her scent still lingered in the air and the proximity of the bed gave him too many carnal thoughts. When she had told him that he should come to the party tonight his first instinct was to say no. His training was more important than immersing himself into a sea of intoxicated fools that gyrated disgustingly in front of him, but then the knowledge of what he would be able to do to the woman, while in public invaded his fertile mind. Now he wasn't so sure that it was a good idea to get that close to her. Before he had left on his mission he had been confident that he could control himself while in her presence, but now that resistance was slipping and what was worse was that he wasn't as concerned about it as he should be.

She appeared around the corner smiling with ill-concealed excitement as together they exited their rooms. With a steady grip on her elbow he helped her navigate the mess in the outer lab, her three inch heels hindering her progress over the rough terrain. Debris was strewn everywhere despite everyone's hard work, however today her team had knocked off early for the party.

Vegeta glanced down at her as they walked down the hall, startled that her scent was getting stronger with every step and they were barely touching. She smiled up at him not paying attention to the man who bumped into her as they passed in the hall. Vegeta reached over, grabbing the man by the shirt with the feral intention of breaking his legs since he obviously didn't know how to use them properly anyways. Bulma's tiny hand on his wrist made him pause and he looked down at her pained features, she shook her head no and he knew that she didn't want their evening to be ruined by blood shed. With a snarl of disgust he shoved the man away from them being sure to memorize his face, before taking her arm to enter the lift.

She dipped her hand into her purse and produced a silver tube which she opened and slicked over her lips painting them red, reminding Vegeta of delicious cherry tarts. Finally Vegeta could take no more and he leaned in close, sniffing her again to be sure. "Woman, why do you smell…" He cut himself off realizing belatedly that telling her that he could smell her desire would be unwise. She cocked an eye at him a slightly disgruntled look on her face. "It's called perfume Vegeta." She growled while making a mental note to get rid of her scents.

The door opened and they could hear the pounding of the music down the hall, grabbing Vegeta's hand she pulled him along, anxious to get to the party. The entered the dinning hall, the low ambient illumination creating appealing shadows, while the dance floor sparkled with colored lights.

Food and alcohol flowed freely as the entire base enjoyed the upbeat atmosphere. Bulma and Vegeta made their way over to where her staff was sitting, noting that Delia sat in Raditz's lap, while Nappa leaned against the wall. Vegeta chose a seat in a dark corner behind everyone else, his glittering eyes alert for any danger. Without hesitation she followed him and with unspoken understanding that in public they could indulge in their urges, she sank down to perch on his knee, while skimming her hands up his chest to lace around his neck.

As they had walked through the crowded room, Vegeta had seen more than one man take a second look at the stunning woman and he plucked at the thin material of her gown, disapproval shining in his eyes, but he could not hide the lust that resided their as well.

"Why did you wear such a scrap woman, you might as well be wearing nothing." He growled hoarsely, while shifting her closer to him. Her lips curled into a bewitching smile, the natural seductress inside of her surfacing to tempt the hard man before her.

She trailed her finger between her breasts, flicking the gold diamond encrusted chain that hung there. "Naked is not nearly as tantalizing as nearly naked. Clothing arranged in the right manner serves to intensify desire, drawing appreciative gazes to specific areas of the body." She leaned in close, her breath flowing over his sensitive ear as she whispered too him. "You bare some flesh here," she drew a circle over her breastbone, before hooking a finger under the clothing pulling it to the side slightly baring more of her ivory hued breast, "while teasing the man with the flesh that is still covered, building a burning need inside of him, until he can't resist you."

Vegeta watched her fingers, entranced with her motions, but at her words his eyes flickered up to meet hers, unquenched desire raging in both their hearts. He reminded himself of the promise he had made while sitting in his lonely cell, surrounded by the enemy but only seeing the light of her beauty. He wanted nothing more than to succumb to the burning need that raged inside of him, but his tattered honor would not allow him to take what she offered. She had no idea what she would be giving away by becoming his mate it the fullest sense, he didn't think he would be able to let her walk away from him in the end once he had tasted her.

"I could resist you if I had too woman." His husky tone sent shivers of longing coursing through her veins, before it collided with the banked fire of need that simmered in the pit of her stomach. The challenge he issued could not be ignored. She would fight to get what she wanted, not with physical strength but with forbidden allure.

She leaned in close, her red lips a breath from his firm mouth. For effect she allowed the tip of her pink tongue to peek out at the corner of her mouth before sliding it over her full upper lip, while gazing deeply into his stormy eyes. How could she have ever thought them to be blank and cold when they showed so much of his hidden desires? You only had to know what to look for.

"The beauty of it is that you don't have to resist me." Her full breasts were pressed against his solid chest, scorching her through the sheer material of her gown, offering the bounty of her flesh, to his starving soul. She had dabbed an intoxicating scent along her neck and in the valley of her breasts and the flowery perfume wrapped around him like silken bonds, teasing him with unfulfilled promises.

"Lack of control is undesirable in a warrior." He tried to hold his lust in check but he could no resist teasing her, touching her. He edged his mouth a fraction closer so that she could feel his lips move against hers as he slid his hand up under her skirt cupping her naked bottom. To his immense pleasure he found that he was not the only one who had decided not to wear undergarments that night.

"You aren't wearing any panties and you bitch at me for not wearing underwear." He growled while biting her lower lip, holding it for a fraction before letting it go again. Somehow she had shifted her position so she was now straddling him and at his words she rocked forward slightly creating friction between their already heated bodies.

"I don't bitch and I am not panty less." She whispered while running the tip of her tongue along his upper lip in a feather light caress. His grip tightened over her bare cheek and his firm lips curled into an arrogant smile that told her that he disagreed and that he had the proof in the palm of his hand. She returned his smile as her delicate fingers languidly reached down to loop around his strong wrist, pushing his hand towards the small of her back.

His eyes widened when his questing fingers brushed across a single strand of beads that trailed down her tail bone and between the cleft of her cheeks. He followed their path, his fingers searing her flesh. She reared up to allow him unhindered access as the beads led him to her heated core.

In all of their sessions he had never allowed himself to touch her there, to feel her moist heat, though his fantasies always urged him too. Now he knew why she had been aroused while they walked here. With every step she took the beads rubbed against her silken bud, causing it to swell with desire. At the brush of his fingers against her core she felt a flutter of desire curl in her stomach. The apex of her thighs throbbed with need and in an effort to satisfy the sharp ache she rocked against his fingers. She braced her hands on his shoulders, digging her sharp kittenish claws into his flesh and as her mouth drifted closer to his she allowed her soft moan of desire to flow from her lips to his.

As her body shivered with want, Vegeta felt a thrill of power course through his veins. His caress drove her to reckless heights of need that only he could fulfill. With every shudder of her body, with every gasp of breath, she told him that she wanted him, that she needed him. Her moans conveyed her craving for his touch and he wanted nothing more than to quench that thirst, but the faint voice of his shredded honor cried out against his selfish urges. Nothing good could become of a union of heat and passion between them and it would hurt them both in the end. Bulma felt the slight tensing of his body, heralding his retreat and it awoke her from the steamy haze that his touch had induced. Desperately, she scrambled to lure him back into her web of seduction.

"Sometimes a lack of control is incredibly desirable as well as flattering, My Prince. It lets a woman know that she is wanted, that she is the only one that can fulfill her man's cravings." Her words so similar to his thoughts set his blood afire, causing him to burn from the inside out. He wanted to give her what her body cried out for, the pleasure of his mouth against her flesh. Unable to resist her siren allure any longer he dipped his head down to trace the path her finger had made earlier on her breast bone with his tongue. Bulma's hands buried themselves in his thick spikes as she leaned back over his arm that encircled her waist, surrendering more of her satin skin to him. He nudged away the sheer material, licking his way to the harden pearl of her nipple.

"Hey Bulma!" Facie, her head chemist shouted with excitement, unable to see into the dark shadows, where Bulma and Vegeta sat. He jerked his head away from his feast scowling while Bulma twisted around to look at the woman. She was so close to obtaining her ultimate goal and frustration twisted through her at being interrupted.

"Come dance with us." The woman pranced up to the couple, dragging Bulma off Vegeta's lap, causing him to growl warningly. He should have viewed the interruption as divine intervention, but instead he felt as though the imps of hell were mocking him. Bulma frowned down at him before getting up reluctantly to follow the intoxicated woman out onto the dance floor. She would have preferred to stay in the veiled world that her and Vegeta had created together, but she understood the importance of showing her employees that she was hale and hearty, especially after the events of the past couple of days. She paused only to snatch up a beverage, taking a huge gulp, before walking out under the colored lights.

She, Facie, Delia and a group of other woman, gathered around in a circle, taking great delight in dancing unhindered. Bulma realized that the other woman, were female warriors on the base, but she almost didn't recognize them with their feminine clothes. The laughed and talked as they grinded under the hot lights, enjoying the beat of the music and the slightly euphoric feeling from the alcohol. She danced for what seemed like hours, stopping only to grab more to drink and to wave at Vegeta who watched silently from the shadows.

Raditz disgruntled with the amount of female attention that he was getting and the slight frowns coming from Delia, decided to move closer to Vegeta, knowing that would provide him with some respite. He sat in a chair next to his prince, his long legs stretched out before him, staring at Delia, who danced with the throng of woman out on the floor. He was feeling mellow from the many drinks that he had and his tongue loosened up more than was normal for the handsome warrior.

"I tried to turn her away. It would be better that way." He stared down into the depths of his cup frowning at his inability to deny the beautiful creature before him. Vegeta cocked an eye at him, without loosing sight of his own enchantress. Raditz glanced back up to the dance floor, unwilling to let Delia out of his sight for more than a few seconds.

"Instead I ended up holding her all night long and we didn't even do anything. We just slept while we were wrapped around each other……It was nice." Raditz's words were softly spoken, but they still held Vegeta's complete attention. As long as he had known Raditz he had never just held a woman for comfort. His goal was always to get them naked and writhing in as less time as possible.

"Like I give a shit. Go bother Nappa or something." Vegeta didn't understand why the man felt the need to open up to him and frankly it made him uncomfortable. Vegeta tipped his head back to take a swallow of his ale when the man next to him uttered something that nearly caused the prince to choke on his drink.

"I think I love her." Raditz was staring so intently at Delia that Vegeta wasn't certain if he realized what he had just said. He had muttered the words so quietly that only a Saiyan would have been able to hear them. Before Vegeta could respond to his comment, Delia walked off the dance floor and Raditz stood, waiting for her to approach him. She flashed the tall warrior a brilliant smile, while taking his hand to lead him away. Vegeta stared after them, shaking his head in disbelief.

Love was something a Saiyan warrior did not feel. The only acceptable emotions were pride, anger and courage. To love someone was to accept a weakness into your heart and allow it to dominate you. Vegeta's eyes lingered on the woman, colored in shades of blue, laughing gaily on the dance floor. He would never agree that love was an obtainable emotion for him, but perhaps he could accept that he could feel a measure of fondness and definitely a large dose of lust.

While on the floor Bulma had talked to the gushing golden woman and listened in awe as the story of Delia's and Raditz's night together was revealed in detail to her. When she was done Delia looked up at Bulma, her lavender eyes shining with happiness, her skin practically shimmering with unvoiced yearning.

"What should I do Bulma?" The young woman asked, her natural uncertainty holding her back. A feline grin stretched across Bulma's porcelain features as she winked at Delia.

"What do you want to do?" Bulma's voice was a seductive purr that hit a cord in the repressed beautiful woman in front of her. Her pink lips curved into a replica of Bulma's cheshire grin, before she reached out and hugged her boss tightly, startlingly Bulma with such a show of affection. Before anymore could be said, the golden girl bounced off the floor and up to Raditz, leading him out of the cafeteria. Bulma smiled deviously before turning around to continue dancing.

Raditz warily followed his unwitting enchantress down the hall, stopping her before they reached the lift. She glowed with anticipation and he felt a quiver of answering desire in his stomach, but he pushed it away and replaced it with cold hard reason. He couldn't allow her to do anything that she may later regret.

"Delia, what are you doing?" He asked softly as he turned her to face him. Her eyes darted up to his before they dropped down to the center of his chest. Pink blossoms bloomed on her pale cheeks and her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously.

"I…time is slipping away from us; I want to enjoy it while we still can." She whispered brokenly, her smooth brow creasing with unvoiced worry. He frowned down at her before reaching his fingers under her chin to tip up her face to his.

"We have plenty of time." His reassuring tone washed over her, but the lines in her brow only deepened and she shook her head slightly.

"No. Time is running out. Soon we will be separated." The strain in her eyes lent her words a desperate air and Raditz reacted involuntarily to them. His strong arms pulled her close, and his tail wrapped around her upper thigh possessively. He leaned down to smell fresh flower scent of her white gold hair.

"No one will take you from me." He snarled into her tresses as his arms tightened around her back. She slid her small gold dusted hands up his tan arms and over his shoulders to bury them into his thick ebony hair. Gently she pulled him down so her lips could brush over his, dipping her tongue shyly past his lips. Raditz couldn't contain his answering growl and it pained him when she pulled back to look up at him.

The doors to the lift slid open and without looking she began to back away onto the platform. She reached down and delicately laced her fingers around his sensitive tail that was slowly unfurling from her thigh as she moved away. With each step she took she ran her hand slowly down his tail, nearly causing his knees to buckle with pleasure. When she was inside the lift, the tip of his tail securely in her grasp she looked deep into his eyes and with the skill of a practiced courtesan she uttered her siren's call.

"Make love to me."

Her whispered words sent jolts of desire coursing through him and he barely resisted the urge to throw her down right there. Gathering up his iron control, he reined in his instincts to ravish her, but he knew within his heart that he would not deny her this one request.

With steady steps that belied his rampaging need he walked into the lift reaching out to wrap his arms around her. She cuddled into him, content that her wish would be granted that night, uncaring of the consequences the morning light would bring. They remained silent as they rode the lift neither able to untangle themselves from the other. Slowly they made their way back to Raditz's room and entered into a new level of mutual awareness.

Back in the cafeteria Bulma was still dancing but since she was in the group, no men would approach and eventually the other woman drifted off, leaving her alone. She was about to return to Vegeta when the throbbing drums to a sultry song, ignited a primal flame inside of her. Turning to face Vegeta, her eyes locked with his as she began to sway her hips in time to the music. Her world narrowed excluding everyone in the room, but him. The beat of the music hummed in her veins as her hands glided over her body like a lover's touch and she imagined that it was his questing fingers that were feeding the fire that was burning inside of her.

As the evening had pressed on Vegeta had almost been overwhelmed by the scent the onna was giving out. With every thrust of her hips in time with the music the beads she wore had brought her closer to climax. Always before her completion she would stop and stare at him from across the floor, allowing her body to cool before she began again. Now he watched memorized as she danced just for him, as if no one else was in the room.

She knew that she would never be able to voice the whispers of love that plagued heart. She wasn't sure how it had happened, or even if was truly love that she felt, she only knew that she did not want to be parted from him. He was rough, crude and wicked, but honorable in his own way, if that was even possible. All she knew was that when he was near the pain and fear from the outside world disappeared, and she felt a glimmer of happiness that she hadn't felt in years.

With a twist of her hips she turned her back on Vegeta and he watched as the golden chain danced across the crest of her ass, drawing his heated gaze to the slight dip. He wanted to run his tongue down the arch of her spine before dipping it into the crevice at her tailbone. He desperately reminded himself that no matter how much she teased, he could not take her as his own. She deserved more than to be cleaved to a monster such as him. She spun back around to face him, her small hand sliding down over her collar bone to rest in the valley between her breast while her other hand gathered the material of her skirt raising it even higher on her milky thighs.

He could see the gleam of sweat on her neck as tendrils of her teal hair curled around her face, with her eyes shut and her head dropped back on her shoulders, she looked like a woman being thoroughly pleasured. Vegeta growled like a caged animal, his hands clenching at his sides while he fought for control as she drove away all of his reason. He saw other men in the room stop and stare at her as she made love to herself on the dance floor. He knew that he would either have to take her out of the there or he would end up having to kill every male on the base for looking at her. Oddly he would prefer to do the latter if it meant that he could sit there all night and watch her as she danced only for him. Her fingers crept up her thigh, drawing closer to her center and he felt the last vestiges of his discipline break away, stampeding over the edge of reason.

He leapt up from his chair stalking up to her like a sleek panther on the prowl. His fingers wrapped around her fragile arm, pulling her up against his chest as his searing onyx eyes glaring down at her. Her lips parted, her breasts heaving as her clear blue eyes locked with his, looking deep inside of him until she touched his soul. He felt the animal inside of him growl in answer to the lust he saw etched across her face. He was struck with the insane desire to kill everyone in the room so he could throw her down and ravish her without interruption. Hissing with suppressed longing he dragged her from the dinning hall and away from the lustful gazes of the other men.