Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power and Fiery Passion ❯ Conflict ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2- Conflict

 

 

Ryugin woke up later that morning to find sunlight on her face. She yawned and stretched before getting up. She threw on a semi-sheer robe and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She was hungry. She heard Vegeta rummaging around for something to eat. Great. Now she'd have to deal with him. Hmm… Maybe she'd just ignore him. But that wasn't always easy.

 

"You should be more quiet when you sleep, onna," Vegeta growled as he heard her enter the room. "You kept me up last night." He smirked at the refrigerator. He'd see what kind of argument he'd get out of her today.

 

Ryugin paused at his words. "If you don't like it, don't listen, Vegeta. Or maybe you did like it and that's why you were `up' all night…" Her tone remained calm as she processed a dozen questions at the same time. What exactly did he hear? Was she really loud? Why was she dreaming about him at all? Did she really see him outside her door last night? And if she did, what was he doing there in the first place? And why, oh why was she having these fucking impulses to jump him?! She walked over to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee, and then turned to face Vegeta.

 

Eyebrow raised at her response, Vegeta turned to face her, a retort on his lips. It died there as his jaw nearly dropped open in surprise when he saw her. The robe she was wearing was almost transparent. Vegeta's appreciative gaze took in every feature of her body. She may as well have been wearing nothing--he would have preferred it if she were. And her eyes… There was something different about her eyes today, but he couldn't quite place it. His eyes wandered down the rest of her body and he noticed the purple mark on her neck and the bite mark around her nipple—His marks. Admiring his handiwork, he said, "Ah, I see… you had a lover."

 

"What?! Where the hell do you get that from, Vegeta? You think I'd actually fuck one of these weaklings?!" She snorted. “I'd end up breaking him.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm… And I suppose those marks appeared out of nowhere?" Good… He'd get a pretty good argument out of her if this kept up.

 

Ryugin looked down at her body and noticed the bite mark around her nipple. Her eyes widened in shock. Had it really been a dream? She smirked as she looked back at the Saiyan Prince. "Why, Vegeta? Are you jealous?" she goaded him. Part of her wanted him to be; to be jealous and roar and take her right here on the kitchen floor, to take her and ravage her until they were the only creatures left in the universe.

 

"And what exactly do I have to be jealous of?" he purred, sending chills through her.

 

"Jealous that there's only one Saiyan woman left in the universe, and you can't have her."

 

"I could have her if I wanted her."

 

"Oh, is that so? What do you expect me to do, fall all over myself in gratitude saying, 'Oh thank you, your Most Royal Highness, I am not worthy of sharing your bed'?"

 

"And if I do?"

 

Ryugin snorted. "You'll be greatly disappointed if you ever expect me to do that.” Flirt, goad, tease. “Now move. I did not come down here to be harassed by you. I'm hungry." She reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a dozen eggs as Vegeta admired the view. She pulled out a large skillet and cracked all of the eggs into it to make a huge omelet. She added large amounts of cheese, bacon, chicken--basically whatever she could find in the fridge.

 

As she put the pan in the sink, Vegeta helped himself to half of her omelet.

 

"Hey! That's my breakfast!"

 

"Well, you're not the only one who's hungry."

 

"Then make your own damn omelet! And if you don't have the patience to do that, find something else to eat!"

 

They sat and ate quickly, glaring at each other. Wonderful, Vegeta thought, inwardly smirking. Not exactly what he had wanted, but she always kept him guessing. He glared at the fridge as Ryugin finished her half of the omelet.

 

"What's wrong?"

 

"I want something else." He said as again, musk assaulted his senses and claimed his thoughts.

 

"Then find something else to eat, but don't expect me to fix it for you."

 

"I think I know just what I want," he purred. As Ryugin stood up, Vegeta walked over and pulled her body against his, kissing her roughly. She struggled for a moment, but he pulled her closer and she relaxed, allowing him to devour her lips with his own. He slowly released her from the kiss and she gazed mistily up at him for a moment before she realized what he had done and punched him.

 

"You arrogant, pig-headed bastard! How dare you do that to me!"

 

"But you taste wonderful," he said and smirked. Ryugin's eyes flashed in rage and she lifted her hand to slap him. He caught her wrist and moved his face closer to hers, looking her straight in the eyes. "And I want to make you moan and scream my name like you did last night."

 

Ryugin's eyes widened in shock. "I thought that was just a dream…"

 

"It was. But it doesn't have to be a dream anymore." He leaned down and kissed her again and wrapped his arms around her before levitating up to his room, never releasing her lips.