Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Child of Desire ❯ Spiraling Down ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or Vegeta, but he totally haunts me.

 

Warning: Some citric action somewhere in this chapter. If you are easily offended by lemony material, I suggest you don't read on.

 

 

Child of Desire

 

Chapter Two: Spiraling Down

 

 

The gate to the enormous room where Frieza usually held the meetings with his subordinates opened and closed repeatedly as several team leaders walked in and out. Outside, a considerable number of them were gathered, all in silence and concentrated on going over the exact words they would speak in front of the dreadful Ice-jin ruler, the being that held the fate of each and every one of them in his hands. It was briefing day and the powerful Lord required the most important warriors in his army, which were in fact all the ones chosen to lead teams on different missions, to appear before him, rendering a first hand account of everything important that had transpired while they were away. It was strategic protocol for Frieza who was well aware that knowledge is power, and getting to hear transcending news from his army personally gave him the upper hand on any important details he might have otherwise missed.

 

Not only that, but making them bow, kneel and speak before him was a crucial way to remind them who the boss is and where they belong exactly in the picture. A powerful and intelligent creature like Frieza knew how to play every single card very well and keeping his mighty servants in check and under control was his art.

 

Vegeta leaned against the wall, watching the others around him. Some seemed apprehensive and visibly grappling with their anxiety. Others stared listlessly into the distance, an unfocused gaze on a stern façade. One was even quietly reciting a speech, rehearsing some sort of summary or plea. He humphed.

 

Idiots

 

He closed his eyes, altogether bored with the entire situation. He didn't quiet like it when he was between missions. It was a poor substitute for the rush he felt cruising through his veins when he was away. Sometimes his trips lasted so long that the fact that he was serving under someone else's rule threatened to dissipate from his mind altogether. It was an intoxicating feeling to have the supplicants come before him, engorging him with an enormous sense of power as he moved about the cosmos relatively freely, no restraints and no leash on his mind. He wanted to feel that again right away and going through what he considered stupid monotonous motions did nothing but irritate him beyond words.

 

Vegeta gritted his teeth for a few seconds but slowly allowed himself to calm down. It was going to be alright. Just a little more of this and he would walk away from that hateful room ready to kill again, and this time he was going to make sure he enjoyed the trip as much as possible. His young Saiyan blood cried for it mercilessly, almost threatening to rip through his veins in feverous desire.

 

Speaking of which… He smirked a little, and remained with eyes closed, allowing himself to enter into a different realm of things. Last night had been very good. No, it had been exactly what he had needed. Her hands had been every bit as curious as he remembered them to be, her muscles every bit as tense in anticipation as he had expected. Months ago when he had discovered her, he had done very little thinking and much more acting, and he blamed it all on the cruel genetic makeup of his race, which possessed a strong physiology that demanded satiating on an almost greedy level. Being 17, Saiyan and male had proven to be oddly distracting, and he could have let it get to him had it not been for the fact that a Prince was in the obligation of keeping his composure no matter what.

 

However, he had to admit that a lot of this temperance had to do with having her as a surefire way to release his libido. When he initially spotted her it had skyrocketed, as he felt her body contort around his during their first sparring session. There was a distinct fierceness in the female that had tugged at his loins almost immediately. Perhaps it had also been the way she had looked at him with murderous eyes whenever he succeeded in pinning her under his boot. Not that it had taken much of him to do so, but it had proven to be a surprisingly pleasant diversion to toy with the warrior kid that had insisted on proving her might to him even through her pathetic power level. He had enjoyed the way her body had rubbed against his, as strange as it had felt, as foreign. It had been quiet an unforeseen surprise.

 

Vegeta narrowed his eyes as he stared at his boots lazily. Yes, her skin had been every bit as supple last night and it still smelled the way he remembered it. It was different than the smell of males which was more common to his nose and had an offensive and heady note to it. On the contrary, her smell was riddled with little messages that screamed at him silently, and it crept under his skin hardening him without question, hardening him right now in fact. He felt a warmth burn his cheeks, which were still pudgy with the fat of his youth.

 

“Vegeta”

 

He turned his head around swiftly, abandoning all thoughts at once as he stared into Zarbon's green visage.

 

“Don't keep Frieza waiting”.

 

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The eyes were gleaming on the small, horned creature. His face exuded a thrill that had been missing all throughout the day and which both Zarbon and Dodoria observed with a little annoyance. Frieza had seemed outright jaded as he sat through the cue of seemingly endless commanders and such, who came forth to tender their reports and their praises. And now the short creature, which in fact could snap their necks with so little as lifting a finger sat leaning forward, an amused smirk tugging at his dark purple lips.

 

“Hmm. I heard the fighting was heavy but the world was left remarkably intact. Not too bad, soldier Vegeta.”

 

The Saiyan allowed himself to sneer for a bit, but immediately resorted back to a straight face.

 

“Lord Frieza, the warriors on Ladera were impressively powerful, even for a Saiyan, but our breed is nothing short of extraordinary. We are capable of even more and there is nothing that can stop us in our unappeasable desire to crush and grind whatever comes into our path.” He made his hand into a fist, his eyes almost bulging with excitement and a malicious grin well planted on his features. “You can be sure we will only get better at what we do. We are unstoppable, we are….”

 

“Monkeys…” a tiny whisper in the middle of giggles seeped into the room.

 

Frieza's eyes drifted to the side to look at Dodoria. The pink, obese warrior immediately straightened his spine and looked right ahead. Vegeta tightened his fists so much the bones in his hands threatened to snap. His neck went stiff with the tremendous effort it took to contain the rage that waddled within. Still, he knew better than to mind another one of Dodoria's vexatious remarks. If he could only kill him… He wished for a day when he'd be able to blast the bastard and make him explode into little pieces.

 

Frieza had gone oddly quiet, scrutinizing Vegeta from head to toe and delving into his eyes with a penetrating gaze.

 

“Lord Frieza, give us bigger and better planets to clean out, and rest assured we won't fail you. Raise the challenge and you won't be disappointed.” Vegeta bowed before him, and the act took every single ounce of power his body held. This is what he desperately wanted, to not be underestimated, to keep thriving, to let his power surge and explode into what it was meant to be.

 

“Let us serve you better…” …to get stronger, like only Saiyans could.

 

Frieza turned around in his hover seat, giving his back to the Prince who now straightened his body and looked at him in expectation. The pale and pink lizard-like creature whirled the black beverage in his wineglass glass around before taking a sip and staring through the huge window panel ahead of him.

 

“It is a nice day wouldn't you say, Vegeta, quiet and enjoyable to say the least.”

 

Vegeta responded with a puzzled short sound that escaped his throat. His face now held an expression of confusion and his eyes had widened a little. “Lord Frieza…”

 

The Ice-jin continued “Yes, indeed it is a nice weather. The fact that this is mostly a dark planet doesn't make it any less of a treat. Tell me, how long has it been since you last took a few days off?”

 

Vegeta could only respond with silence.

 

The ruler chuckled and his eyes remained fixed into the distance. “I thought so. I trust that the fact that I have nothing to give you at the moment will come as a gift. I will certainly consider your loyal request to work harder in the name of my empire, but for now, well you see…” Frieza's voice became low as he enunciated every word “I just don't require your services”.

 

Vegeta's heart sank, his face disconcerted as his eyes shook in disbelief. “I thought we had a cue of planets lined up for purging, the Galied system…”

 

“I have assigned our missions already and soldier Vegeta, your turn will come believe me. You have a duty to fulfill, but for now, you are to remain in the base and wait for my orders”.

 

“Wait for your orders…” Vegeta grappled with his usually immaculate self-control. “But the Saiyan team is the strongest most talented, I don't understand. How long…”

 

Zarbon took a step forward and glared at him, issuing a heavy warning, “You'd better turn around, and keep your questions to yourself little chimp. Lord Frieza has been rather clear…”

 

“Now Zarbon, that is not a very nice thing to say, is it. “ Frieza said quietly. “I am sure Vegeta understands that he is now dismissed and is to remain in the base and patiently wait until I deem it appropriate to send him off to a mission. The Saiyan team is not our only team and thus all our purges have been assigned. We are still running reconnaissance on several systems. Something will come up at some point, of that I am sure. And believe me, Vegeta, you'll have plenty of time to apply your loyalty to me and all that is my glory. I will make sure of that. As of now young Prince...“ He hissed, a frown forming on the Ice-jin's face “…you sit, wait and take the opportunity to think about the years to come and how big your contribution to the Cold Family will be.”

 

Vegeta's jaw was clenched tight. A million emotions were contained in his chest, frustration, humiliation, all of which he had felt before, but now they were blown up and accompanied by something else. Dread. He had read through his intentions, of leaving him stranded, of stifling his progress. The tyrant had beaten him without even raising a finger. His hatred became so large it threatened to make him convulse. And yet his countenance, tense as it was, did not betray a single emotion.

 

“Now let's hope something good comes up soon to assign the Saiyans to”. Frieza's tone was loaded with something that seemed like irony. “Perhaps it won't be too long, perhaps.”

 

Unable to say a word, the prince backed off a few steps. After moments of heavy silence, Vegeta bowed down again before turning around and leaving the room.

 

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The whistling, hissing and calling was so loud it almost disrupted Temy's tremendous composure. Almost, for achieving so had proven to be nearly impossible. She was in the middle of the ample hall that served as a locker and shower room for the soldier's of the lower strata. Numerous bathroom stalls lined up the far east wall and a wide area for showering stood at the north side. Windows that stretched all the way to the ceiling covered pretty much the rest of the room, and they now reflected the heavily leering faces of at least a dozen soldiers. They were done with the showering part, including Temy, but they now hovered around, shamelessly uttering a numerous array of what was understood to be vulgarities in many different dialects.

 

She sat on a bench, polishing her boots, taking her time to make sure she got them as clean and shiny as possible. Her gaze appeared to be fixed in space, drenched in remarkable coolness considering the fact that she was practically in the nude, wearing nothing but skintight shorts. She concentrated on the task at hand, not minding the loudness that surrounded her.

 

Years of dwelling between men of every possible planet had accustomed her to dealing with crude sexual advances and it certainly did not affect her at all. A female warrior couldn't fret about such things, she could only defend herself to the best of her abilities and try to gain enough respect to be left alone. She generally was, despite her youth, but she had to admit a lot of that probably had to do with Helu.

 

As she was used to the practicality of being a member of the army, she didn't concern herself with covering her body as if she were some sort of delicate little female. It really didn't seem like a big deal to her to remain bare breasted while she finished fixing her uniform. She would later put her armor back on and walk away, leaving them with their dicks between their legs.

 

She finally grimaced in disgust as one of the soldiers began to drool.

 

“We could show you a good time, if you'd just budge for once” A tall, muscular fighter from the Jop system claimed, followed by a heavy round of support. They shoved each other in what she believed to be a pathetic display of remarkable lack of self-control. She knew she could probably kill several of them, weak enough to be blown up by her energy blasts, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. She blamed it on boredom.

 

Heavy laughter followed as a small chubby warrior got pushed to the front by several heavier ones. She couldn't help but think he reminded her of Ghurd, from the Ginyu Force. His bulgy eyes widened at her presence and a few tubular organs that looked like whiskers began protruding from his greenish face. Temy closed her eyes to avoid providing them with an idea of how disgusted she really was. Instead her face remained icy, to their further dismay.

 

“Come on Friol, show her what you're made of” A lanky guard with a particularly shrill voice cried out as he lent himself to a bout of manic laughter that infected the rest of the males present.

 

The thick sound reverberated across the hall, but to her surprise it seemed to come to a sudden halt. Only the guard's strident laughter remained, singled out in a void of silence. She couldn't help but open her eyes as curiosity got the best of her. When she did, she saw they stood next to her rigid and mute, glancing at the door. Some of them stared agape while others gritted their teeth in what looked like utter panic.

 

The guard that was left laughing alone, stopped abruptly as it came to his attention that something wasn't quite right. “Guys, what is the matter…” his voiced trailed off into unintelligible gibberish as he turned in the direction of the gate, instantly falling prey to the same spell that had overtaken his companions.

 

She didn't quite understand why, but she could feel him, a warm buzz that walked through her veins and lingered at her fingertips. It felt good, but it hurt at the same time, making her skin feel like burning. Sometimes however, she had to admit she didn't quite like that sensation. It felt like it threatened to pierce through to her very essence.

 

Temy stood up and turned to face the door in one single movement. Her perfectly collected presence suddenly split open into something else. Her lips parted a little as she quietly observed him, standing there at the door. The scowl in his face carried such intensity it could've made anyone lose their grip, and the soldiers around her started lowering their faces. They began to quietly exit the premise with as much agility as possible. She could see them scurry through the door, avoiding contact with him desperately.

 

When the last one had left, he shut the gate and locked it, eyes wide and menacing, lips perfectly sealed. She could have sworn she was having an out of body experience, that she had lost control of her motor functions, or that she was running on adrenaline alone. Her species had a particular sensitivity to others emotions and what she gathered from his current state struck her deeply. Her mind suddenly didn't know how to sit or stop as it wandered around in circles inside her brain. The swirls prevented her from rationalizing. All she could think of was acting, doing, screaming at him. Screaming his name.

 

She could see his chest heaving, his breathing uneven, as he walked towards her in determined steps, his white and gold battle armor and blue suit underneath making him look every bit as dangerous as she knew he was but no fight or flight instinct rouse within her. When he reached her, their foreheads touched, his dark eyes closing and his breathing turning into pants. That's when she moved her face to touch his lips with her, their rhythm brushing against her mouth, making her yearn for some sort of release that only they could give her.

 

Battle, struggle, wild clouds of smoke and stardust. They collided and whirled around in his mind and she couldn't piece it together. There was too much going on, more than she could sense. All that his convulsed state expressed was rage and passion, unavoidable and incontinent.

 

She gritted her teeth relishing the touch of her lips against the corner of his, and when he opened his eyes, black as coal, she could do nothing but surrender, wholly and fully. More than that, she insisted on doing so, driving her mind eagerly into the ground and stomping it to pieces, letting her desire take over. A sense of guilt squirmed inside her, but she brushed it aside. She avoided thinking about others, especially Helu, she avoided feeling shame for the expectation cramping in her lower belly.

 

Vegeta quickly pushed her into one of the bathroom stalls, the door making a loud noise as it swiveled from the force he used in the process. She growled deep within her throat as her back hit the wall, clasping her arms around his neck fervently.

 

What was that she was struggling with, a plea? It was an agonizing, plea. It cried sharply inside her chest, it was screeching so loud it became unbearable. With as much resolve as she could gather, she surrounded his waist with her strong legs, wrapping herself around him with both her body and her mind.

 

He was so loud in her brain, so profound, that her entire universe exploded with his name. She wanted him to penetrate her and shatter her. She fed off his turmoil, fury and agitations, letting a blazing fire sputter between her thighs. His male heat, his warm breath and his musky sweat hit her hard like a sledgehammer and she decided there was nothing else she wanted more than to give in to another session of nasty hidden sex.

 

Vegeta made a soft guttural sound that sounded like a purr, heavy with wanton. When he crushed her lips with his, the world's doors closed tight and blackness cloaked them, taking them to a secret internal corner, private to all.

 

His mouth crushed and ground and so did hers, their strained breath a loud noise that hit the walls continuously. Eventually the kiss softened enough to allow for their tongues to interact and they gave in to interlacing moans of pure unadulterated need. Her sweaty palms worked themselves up the base of his neck and into his thick, hair, her fingers crawling into the dark upright strands that had caught her eye the first time she'd actually seen him.

 

And she indulged in it, the long fervent, seemingly endless kiss, his soft playful tongue and each and every sound that he tormented her with. His hands firmly holding her tight and in place, he kissed and kissed, drinking out of her and feeling as if each gulp actually got him thirstier. Ironically each second also soothed his craving.

 

Satisfaction, yearning, abandon... Temy smiled against his hot and moist mouth. Her lips curled and a long aaah slipped out of her in sheer pleasure. Lust… The tip of her tongue traced his upper lip, making him groan softly and return the motion by tugging lightly at her lower lip. What followed were the soft suction movements of their mouths, and her arms tightening around his neck while he pressed his body to hers. She could feel the pulsating need between his legs as he pressed his groin against her and ground his hips greedily.

 

They kissed for what seemed an eternity and when he finally let go her lips were pink and swollen. She felt humidity threatening to drip down her thighs and she released his waist, bringing her feet to the ground.

 

A soft whimper escaped her lips as she stood on shaky knees. Temy managed to close her thighs as strongly as possible and pressed her fists against her groin, so consuming was her need. She winced and squirmed, slowly leveling her gaze to his, only to encounter partially opened eyes, heavy with a hazy hunger. His mouth was still open, his breathing was still quick and he leaned his forehead against an arm that was braced against the wall.

 

It was understood. They were now in the same dimension, miles away from their surroundings. Vegeta smirked and run his hand up along her waist and unto her back, pulling her to him.

 

“Let's get out of here.” He said.

 

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A dim light covered the austere room like a soft blanket. Temy figured it was a combination of both the light that seeped in from underneath the entrance gate and the one that shone through the small round window. Combined with the quietness around her, it made for a perfectly soothing atmosphere. She sat on a chair, knees to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs staring at him with drowsy eyes.

 

There was silence except for the subtle sound of his breathing, even and profound as he lay on his back asleep on the bed. There was light enough to make out every detail of his body, the leg peering from under the tousled bed cover, his bare tapered waist, the gentle rhythmic motion of his chest. His face still revealed a slight frown that resisted leaving his features even when he slept, but overall she thought he looked as relaxed as it was possible for him.

 

It was uncommon for her to be in this position. Every time they'd shed their wanton together, one of the two would leave right afterwards, perhaps due to the fact that it had nearly always happened under strenuous circumstances, a dark storage room on the way to a Frieza troop review, under the stairwell on the docking bay, in her room when there was no one else. She had always felt an urgency to get in there with him but once it was over, she had felt the urgency to get out, words unsaid and eyes unable to meet. It had almost acquired a sense of being a dirty little thing that got the best of her and she couldn't control. In the 3 years she had spent under Frieza's rule, she had never crossed paths with anyone she wanted to let go with, or anyone who would make so much blood pump through her veins, and when she yielded, over and over again, part of her insisted on feeling guilty. She supposed pleasure was a little harder to endure than pain.

 

After parting, the last time they saw each other, not a single muscle had moved in her face. She wouldn't dwell on the possibility of crossing paths again, but now she couldn't deny she had longed for it. Maybe the thought of his sudden departure happening over again had made her stay up with him last night, watching him sleep for hours, just as she did today. The idea of lying beside him was unfathomable, unthinkable. The idea of leaving was unbearable.

 

Suddenly, Temy perked up her head as she saw his breathing change. Vegeta shifted his position slightly, before opening his eyes. He knew he wasn't alone and that made him tense up for a brief moment before realizing there was no threat to be wary of. He turned to look at her, eyes narrowed to a slit. His head still felt rather cloudy from sleepiness but he could very well distinguish who she was, sitting there, staring at him intently.

 

He turned around and gazed back up at the ceiling. “What the hell are you looking at? You should be gone by now.” When he got no response, he looked at her again from the corner of his eye and lifted an eyebrow. The creature was thoroughly incomprehensible, as much as she was alluring. He believed it was slightly annoying to have her hover around the way she did last night and tonight, but waking up in her presence hadn't felt nearly as uncomfortable as he'd thought it would feel.

 

He sat up in the bed and leaned against the headboard before picking up the scouter on the small table beside him. He proceeded to ignore her, putting it on and beginning to browse through transmissions that broadcasted any recent developments on the base. Vegeta's face grew tense and his jaw clenched and unclenched several times before throwing the scouter back on the table. He huffed and gazed at her from heavy dark eyes.

 

“I am going to kill him”. He stated in an even tone.

 

“Dare to dream Saiyan” She hissed. “I am going to kill him. I am going to make his heart explode in his chest. Just wait and see”.

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed as they hovered on her face, which was now contorted under an expression of pure defiance. His sudden chuckling derived into laughter.

 

“You are nothing but a weakling. But I suppose you can delude yourself if you want to.” His sarcasm actually bit her pride and got her irritated. In a quick movement she got up and knelt on the bed, her face inches away from his.

 

“If you prefer, I can hand his heart to you while it still beats so you can look at it with your own eyes. Then I will cut him into bite sized pieces and feed him to the beasts on my planet once I manage to go back and kill everyone who unrightfully occupied it.” Her twisted smile taunted him, and she enjoyed every second of her little speech. It was what she held unto every night and actually uttering the words made it seemed a little more real.

 

Vegeta crossed his arms and slanted his face. “Hn, your sense of humor is striking, female. Maybe I will let you keep your life once I take over his throne and wipe the worst scum off the army “. Her proximity made his eyes wander south down to her chest, unable to move from her rigid peaks. He knew he was swollen again, and he hated it, hated how much he wanted to shed himself into her.

 

She grinned. “The Saiyans may be good to clean my boots and run my errands when I make Frieza choke on his own bile. What do you have to say to that?”

 

Vegeta thought he'd heard enough of her insolence and glared at her. “Stupid girl”.

 

She cocked her head and smirked. All of a sudden, her eye caught his tail as it undulated slowly under the covers. A breath escaped her and she slid her hand to pull it out. It was a bold move. He never allowed her to even graze it, for he obviously considered it his most vulnerable and sensitive part. Her firm hold made Vegeta jerk and place his palms on the bed. He would have yanked it off her hand, but the way her fingers grazed the silky fur, made it impossible for him to do so.

 

Her lips puckered without her even noticing it, while she focused on sliding her finger tips along the length of the powerful appendage. She knew she was cruising on uncharted territory, and her life may very well be on the line, for he could kill her before she even knew what had happened to her. But she relished every moment. Her finger twirled the tip around before gripping the tail carefully.

 

His eyes widened a little as his breathing became shallow. Temy leaned over and placed her lips on his appendage allowing her tongue to flick it gracefully. His sudden shudder made her close her eyes and smile. She placidly began sucking on the tip, letting her saliva coat the fur and make it wet.

 

Vegeta shuddered again, this time so violently he threw his head back and moaned with a raspy voice. He felt like his every pore threatened to explode. A long heavy groan escaped his lips.

 

Pleasure and agony were the feelings that hovered between them and thickened with every second. His mind was running a million miles per second and showed no signs of stopping. Vegeta lunged at her and pinned her on the bed. Her cries were strained as her body contorted beneath him.

 

“Saiyan, do it now” Temy's voice was a heavy whisper against his shoulder. His tail waved violently before the tip touched the inflamed spot between her thighs and rubbed itself against it, strongly and repeatedly, making her sensitive, moist cleft engorged. She got further distended and gritted her teeth in anticipation. His tail proceeded to flick her opening now covered in the womanly moisture that was intoxicating his senses.

 

Temy emitted a cry that made her sound like she was being tortured. “Strong…now, Saiyan, oh gods…”

 

He slipped his silken tail inside her, moving it in and out repeatedly. The ruffled appendage grazed her insides, making her almost black out in bliss. Her moans were now persistent and mixed up with his throaty ones. Vegeta squinted and writhed on top of her, enjoying the first time he'd ever done this. It was surprising, how good it felt. Surprising how he knew instinctively what to do. There was no room for thought; there was only room for the explosion that was happening inside his body.

 

Panting and covered in sweat he pulled back to witness her unraveling beneath him as a powerful climax spilled out of her mouth in all sorts of awkward yelps and groans. She lifted her hips so high she bounced a little on the bed and a long moan escaped her lips. He eyed her with quivery eyes and a sense of disbelief. This was a creature of lust and desire, a creature that actually possessed all these nifty crooks and mounds to ease the grueling wanton in his body. It was enough to make the ape inside him thrash and bang against the walls that restrained it.

 

Vegeta glowed fiercely, powerfully, madly….his essence beamed at Temy and she gasped openly. She looked up at him in absolute awe. He wasn't himself anymore. His grimace was animal like, pupils reduced to a pinpoint of absolute focus from within glittering eyes. His fangs seemed sharper, and she wasn't sure if that was her imagination or not. The wild, fire-like mane only added to the picture, but all she thought about was surrendering. Heavy spasms were still flashing through her muscles and making her sigh.

 

His tail went stiff and ruffled, and the muscles on his arms bulged, making the veins noticeable. In a swift second, he was inside her, this time not his tail but his swollen, beating cock. Elated and limp, Temy threw back her head and closed her eyes, riding the dirty feeling of being used by this powerful being.

 

Vegeta closed his eyes and let abandon wash over him. The moon was full in his head, lit up and glowing, engulfing everything with its radiance. Free, he was free, roaming around, expanding and crying out with growls of fury and passion.

 

Temy decided to let go and enjoy the heaving of their bodies, and so did Vegeta engulfed by the moonlight that flooded his brain. His sex did not stop for the remainder of the evening, pummeling her intensely and making her cry until the break of dawn.