Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Power and Fiery Passion ❯ Refusal ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3- Refusal

 

 

As her feet touched the floor, Ryugin pulled away. “No. We can't.”

 

“And precisely why not? You obviously desire me.” He pulled her flush against him.

 

She glared at him. “It's not allowed. You know that. On Vegeta-sei I would be beaten severely for merely having my dream overheard.”

 

“We are not on Vegeta-sei, woman.”

 

“Prince Vegeta,” Ryugin said sternly, as much for his sake as her own. “You deserve a suitable mate, which, even ranked 1st class, I am not.” But Gods, how she wanted him! Everything was screaming that she should pounce on him and fuck him til they both passed out with exhaustion.

 

His black eyes bored into hers with desire. “The last Saiyan woman in the universe is not a suitable mate?” He captured her lips with his, running his hands over her back before plundering her mouth with his tongue. His hands bunched the material of the robe and ripped it in two. As it fell to the floor, one hand continued to caress her back as the other traveled down to squeeze her butt.

 

Ryugin could feel his sweet tongue exploring her mouth and her body surrendering. She felt the thrill as he ripped the robe from her body, as his hand kneaded her ass, grinding her hips against his. She wanted him. More than anything, she wanted to throw him to the floor and fuck him for days. `Dear Gods…' she thought. `I can't give in. I refuse!' She pushed him away again. “No,” she said, a steely look on her face. `I will not allow this weakness! I will not disobey my orders!'

 

Vegeta looked at her and scowled. “Why must you be so difficult, woman? You cannot find me unattractive—you practically reek of pheromones when we fight, as any Saiyan woman should.” He purred as he mentioned her pheromones.

 

“That may be, but I am not a suitable mate for a prince.”

 

“Neither was that Earth woman, but I mated with her, and have a son, worthless as he may be. I think you are a suitable mate. Vegeta-sei has been nonexistent for decades, woman. Customs and traditions die out if there's no one to carry them on.”

 

His eyes smoldered with passion as he looked at her, and Ryugin found her body reacting to his intense gaze. She had to get away from him, out of his presence. The fact she was standing naked in front of him wasn't helping his control at all, and she knew why. She knew why her body was reacting to him so strongly, and why he was acting like this.

 

“Only if you let them, and there are still people to carry them on. Old habits are hard to break, Prince Vegeta. You know that. Now, I cannot stay here any longer and let you exploit this weakness.”

 

“Fine,” he grumbled.

 

She left, fleeing to her own room. If only he knew. Yes, she wanted him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone… A mirror. She had to find a damned mirror! It was her last chance to deny what was happening.

 

“The Gods damn you, Vegeta! Why do you have to be so fucking attractive?!”

 

He lit a fire deep inside of her, and made her blood turn to molten lava when they fought, typical of a bonding pattern. But she would not give in. He was of royalty, and she had her orders. So she denied her instincts and refused him.. It twisted her very soul, and she hated that she actually had feelings for him, but she did. `What a weakness… Where's the fucking MIRROR???'

 

“SHIT!” It was there… Her eyes were no longer pitch black, but only an orange-brown. She was going in to rut. This was NOT supposed to happen! It was completely against her orders! But there was no denying the rut. Rut happened for a reason when it occurred outside of the regular cycle, and hers was not due for another 14 months at least…

 

A reason.

 

And she knew what that reason was. It was to find her mate… Her mate, who was the only other male in the house, one of only two mature males of her species on the entire planet. She again looked in the mirror. Her eyes were just the barest shade lighter than before, and she knew that in the next few hours they would turn bright yellow-amber, and the rut no longer deniable until she got what she needed.

 

She scowled and got dressed for a day of training, short though it would be. She would not give in to rut and the Saiyan no Ouji without a fight, and she'd give him hell.