Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Sculpted In Gold ❯ Tempers flare leading to ... ( Chapter 2 )

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Sculpted In Gold

Chapter 2

The Saiyan Prince was awakened back to reality by the slight stirring of the warm, fragile body lying next to him, and the lingering scents of arousal and pleasure. He realized he was purring when she nestled herself into his chest with a small sigh of contentment. She was probably exhausted, but she looked beautiful, never the less.

She seemed so serene and innocent; the twin pools of pure silver that he had nearly lost himself in last night; were still closed in sleep. The other features of her face were just as delicate and lovely as her large unusually bright eyes, but it was hard to notice anything else when he looked at her, after meeting those eyes. He had seen everything from disdain, and indignant rage, to amusement and mischief, to curiosity and desire reflected in the depths of her shimmering gaze, and now that they were closed, he found himself even more entranced by her lavish beauty. Even her sharply pointed ears were as perfectly delicate as the rest of her.

He should get up. He knew he had already stayed with her too long. He had training to do, schedules to keep, and planets to purge. No matter how desirable the little golden princess was with her hair spilled all over the pillows, and her lean, athletic figure pressed into his; he never should have taken her. He hadn't ever been as careful with a woman as he had been with this one, but should that really absolve him of the guilt he felt? Why had Frieza given the princess to him this afternoon? Was it to hurt him later? He wondered… No, more likely it was to hurt her or possibly her mother… Vegeta had heard of the mysterious golden Empress exiled to Frieza's palace more than 13 years earlier, but he had never seen her. Frieza still kept her very carefully guarded and imprisoned… But still, why would he want one of his most valuable pawns humiliated and…deflowered?

Actually, this wasn't the first time Vegeta had been called into Frieza's presence to see royalty compromised, but this was the first time he had ever participated in it... He was twelve the first time he had been brought to one of Frieza's little victory parties after a successful purge had seen the planet's rulers captured. Some unfortunate king, his wife and his twelve-year-old daughter had all been taken alive. The King had been forced to watch as both his wife and daughter were beaten and raped by no less than twenty men... Vegeta shuddered at the brutal memory, but pushed it aside.

He had promised himself that day that he would never use rape against a woman. After all of the pain and suffering he had seen… and caused, the last thing he wanted was to know he was causing it in his bed too. Last night had not broken that promise, but he knew that it was still wrong to have taken her. He growled, starting to slide out of bed.

" Going somewhere? " The princess giggled sleepily, running her fingers through the sleek fur of his tail.

" I've already stayed too long. " He snapped, starting the search for his clothes, trying to ignore the way she was teasing him.

" I don't… understand. " She growled, suddenly falling silent, she also let go of his tail.

" I have work to do and I spent all afternoon playing with you instead! I wasn't aware the concept would be so difficult to grasp. " He growled, but managed to set his features into a smirk before he turned around. She slapped him, but it was not unexpected, nor had it hurt, so he laughed.

" How dare you… " She hissed, her eyes darkened to pewter, and seemed to boil with rage. " What I want to know, Prince Vegeta, is how you could… touch me the way you did, and then blame me for wasting your time? Your time? If all you really wanted was to put some girl on her back why didn't you just throw me on the bed and rape me? You were just going to leave without even saying goodbye? "

" You were perfectly willing to fall into bed with me, Shani. I didn't see any reason to hurt you, Frieza gave you to me for the night, Princess, not the other way around. "

" Well, thank you for the history lesson, " She snapped sarcastically. " But I don't think I would ever have been able to forget that moment for the rest of my life, even without your help! So excuse me for seeming less than thrilled with you for deciding to take your turn at humiliating me too! Just get up and leave as if I were a pleasure slave? "

He growled, realizing she was right. He was feeling guilty for compromising her body, but he had forgotten about her pride. She had every right to be angry, and he knew it, but the fire in her bright eyes was amusing him. Last night, he had been drawn as much to her proud, defiant nature as he was to her unearthly beauty. Unfortunately he was becoming aware that he wanted her again…

He watched her search the tangle of sheets and clothes that was on the floor, for a moment, wondering what to do with her now… She stood up straight finally having located her gown… or what was left of it. Holding it up in front of her body she quickly turned away from him. She had tried, but she couldn't stop herself from crying.

" Are you still here? " She snarled suddenly. " I thought you were leaving? Or did you simply want to stay and gloat some more? If that is the case, I suggest you leave; you bastard, or I will be forced to piss off Frieza again, by using my magic… "

He grabbed her wrist and dragged her over to stand in front of him.

" Let go of me! " She tugged against him, her pewter eyes held fire in their depths. " You were the one who decided that our night is over, so I am no longer your whore, and you will release me. Now. "

" I wanted to tell you that I am sorry… "

" Let go of me damn you! " She spat. " If you are leaving, then GO! But don't you dare lie to me! "

" I should never have taken you last night. I am sorry. I have never done anything so dishonorable. "

" I know. " She crossed her arms over her breasts, and hugged her shoulders, lowering her gaze to the floor slowly. She turned away from him. " But if you hadn't… do you think I don't know that Frieza would've been furious if you had refused his gift? And even if you had refused don't you think the dogs waiting outside that door would enjoy humiliating me as much as you got to? I'm not an idiot. I'm expecting it anyway… "

" They wouldn't dare touch you if you leave with me. "

" And yet a moment ago you were going to leave without even a goodbye? I don't want to play games. I just want to be left alone; my pride hurts quite enough at the moment. I fully accepted the circumstances that brought us together, because I knew you had no more choice than I did! What I fail to understand is how you can dismiss it so coldly as having been an insult only to your honor! I wasn't afraid when we… I mean you were wonderful. Would you believe I actually wanted you to… do it again? And instead you snapped at me and tried to bite my damn head off? "

" I was angry with myself, not you. I have never let Frieza force me to do something so dishonorable. I don't like the fact that he can get away with doing this, to either of us. But the only way I will be able to stop him, is if I can leave and train. I will be the one. But I can't claim my destiny here... "

" And a few more minutes will make such a large impact on the future that you couldn't be courteous? Or is it just that since you have had me, I am beneath your notice? Which would be odd, because you certainly seemed to notice very little other than me at Frieza's little party. " One perfect golden brow arched challengingly, awaiting his response.

He growled. " You were the one that was making all the commotion, being carried in like a… sack of potatoes. "

" More like a village maid being carried off to be ravished by the barbarian hordes, and we both know it, don't we? " She growled. " Still, I suppose my pride ought to thank you for not saying it. "

" I don't want you to feel hurt. Either by my thoughtlessness or Frieza using you the way he did. May I go now? " He purred sarcastically.

She stared at him hard for a moment, approaching him slowly, and he realized that she was still naked… still drenched in the scent of their passion, and still entirely too desirable to walk away from… he had chosen to try to ignore it, but he hadn't missed it when she had confessed to wanting him again…" I don't believe that you really want to refuse me this time, either. "

Her perfect body with its exotic coloring and sleek, graceful movements stopped right in front of him, the rose pink buds of her nipples brushed lightly against his chest. She was teasing him. He knew that, but he found himself purring anyway. She was so spirited, so bold… it was all he could do not to touch her.

" We both know you want me. I have already told you that I want you and our night isn't over. Please? " She whispered against his lips. "You were so careful… I feel as if… "

" You don't owe me anything, because this should never have happened, damn it! You are titled royalty, from a territory supposedly under that bastard's protection! Your Empire has not only been gravely insulted, but also symbolically compromised. " He snapped, hoping he could distract her by reminding her of the politics of Frieza's dangerous whims. " Your acceptance of the situation does not absolve me of my part in Frieza's little game... What either of us want isn't really what is going to matter if what happened here ever becomes public. "

" Perhaps you should let me finish. " She said stiffly, her gaze of pure silver unwavering. " I am fully aware that politically speaking, he can't do what he did without it having some serious consequences later. Not the least of which, being that this will enrage my mother, who is a sorceress of enormous power! Scandal? Believe me, I could live with that. But honestly, he knows I will tell my mother. I think he wants her to try to fight him again. He could kill her then, and be rid of her if she tried it. Or he could just let the soldiers out there kill me, either way, it would solve that problem. " She growled. "All I know right now, is I'm locked in… some poor whore's tiny closet of a room, with you for only the ancients know how long, and I'm not afraid. I'm not scared; not of being yours or of what might happen tomorrow. You have shown me dozens of times in only a few hours that you are nothing like them… I know that I can trust you, Vegeta. " She blushed, suddenly dropping her gaze. " I can't believe you would just walk away now and forget that this happened. I am safe with you, and I like that feeling. "

" I won't always be there to protect you… " He warned. Knowing, even as he said it, that it was one truth he didn't like. He didn't want anything to happen to her, her vibrant spirit and courage seemed to have just as much allure as her luscious beauty.

" I know, " She said sadly, there was something in her eyes, something both honest and deeply moving that made him want to protect her always, even though he knew she was far from helpless... " But you're here right now and this moment is all that matters to me, because it may be all that I have left. "

He wanted to tell her that they shouldn't do this, it still wasn't right, that he had to leave; he didn't want her, anything to stop her from looking at him that way… but one more look into those shimmering pools of soft silver, and words didn't seem to matter anymore. Indeed, he couldn't have answered if he had finally thought of something to say, because their lips touched.

Like the brush of the cool mists hanging over the sea after a storm, the slight touch made him shiver. His eyes closed after what seemed an eternity, letting instinct take over. And he resisted the urge to deepen the kiss, wanting the sensual caress to linger, as if he already knew this would be a moment he would never forget. The slight contact making his lips tingle and drawing a purr from him as he finally folded his arms around her, forcing her soft curves and swells to conform to the hard plains and valleys of muscle in his body.

She shuddered; enjoying the deliciously soft kisses that brushed so gently against her lips. He was teasing her, the contrast between the possessive way he was holding her and the way they were kissing was both erotic, and seductive. She moaned quietly when his tongue finally parted her lips, sensuous and romantic, the kiss deepened. Slowly he began to let his tongue explore her mouth, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms holding him tightly around the neck, as if she was afraid he would still try to leave.

He began to purr as the kiss became passionate, both of them instinctively aware that it was too late to stop now. He took her back to the bed, carefully putting her down on it, he hadn't managed to get any more dressed than she had, and he could feel the heat of her body beckoning him lower. She moaned in protest when his lips left hers, but when they found her neck she began to writhe, arching her back, wanting more. He chuckled, the slight sound melted into soft purring as he licked the salt of their sweat off of her body, enjoying the scent of rain drenched roses that was drawing him lower.

She let her eyes close as he covered her with kisses, tasting and licking her everywhere, she shivered when his lips found the tip of one of her breasts, brushing it lightly. While he licked the erect little kernel of flesh, she arched her back, letting him do as he pleased. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, treating it to a long, sensuous kiss, she wasn't aware that she was moaning or that her fingers had tangled themselves in his hair, wanting to pull him closer, begging for more. He nipped her, purring playfully, obviously enjoying teasing her, she gasped, but it hadn't really hurt, so she didn't protest.

When he licked and nibbled his way over to her other breast, she tried to hold her breath, wondering if he would bite her again, but he didn't, choosing instead to suckle the delicate flesh. She was moaning, and trembling in his arms, her body sprawled out beneath him, almost helplessly because she wanted him so desperately yet enjoying his thorough explorations of her body. She was almost relieved when he left her over sensitized nipples, but then she realized he was going lower…

She shuddered deliciously when he found her naval, flickering his tongue into it, showing her quite graphically with her belly button what he meant to do with the most sensitive part of her body when he got that far. She moaned, it tickled, but in a very particular way, one that left her shaking with desire. He kissed his way down the curve of her hip, enjoying the smoothness of her firm skin, and the way that she shivered, but surrendered completely to everything he did.

He was purring when he sat up, taking a moment to study the passionate little minx in front of him. He watched her slowly open her eyes; her expression was curious, but there was no fear in that gaze, and she made no attempt to cover herself. He smirked at her, and started to lick and nibble at her knee, she moaned letting her eyes close again, she arched her back, wanting to ask him when he would be done teasing her. She never got the chance though, all coherent thought deserted her as he continued to move lower, every delectable kiss bringing him closer to her desire.

The very juncture of her inner thigh was where he stopped, and she moaned incoherently, her fingers trying desperately to force him to taste her. He blew lightly across her sex, and she gasped sharply. He purred, low in his throat, casually giving her other inner thigh a long, luxurious kiss. She moaned again, almost bucking them off of the bed at the way he was teasing her. " Please… Oh please! Do it! "

He was still purring as he let his tongue slip between the delicate folds, the taste of her was as exquisite as her scent had foretold, and the way she moaned, arching her back, thrusting her breasts up made him want her more. He growled, parting her with his fingers as he licked her, ardently kissing and learning her delicate body and how she needed to be touched.

She was trembling in his arms, moaning with every touch, her body drenched in sweat and the scent of passion when he finally decided he had teased her enough. He spread her as wide as he could, and took the delicate little bud of her sex into his mouth. He kissed it gently, but passionately, and he started to thrust two fingers into her, moving them slowly. Her climax was long and deep, and he didn't stop licking her until her cries and the shuddering of her body began to subside. She lay there helpless, but very wet, and he didn't give her a chance to recover.

His need had never been stronger, and he growled as he slid into her. He kissed her, noting with pleasure that the taste of her body seemed to turn her on, as she returned his kisses with passion and met his every thrust with one of her own. She wrapped herself around him as tightly as she could, moaning as he started to take her hard. She was still trying to move with him when he growled suddenly and put her legs up over his shoulders, and held her there, making it obvious that he had control and he liked it that way.

Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her again and again with the same intensity as her lover's thrusts. She cried out helplessly, her whole body shuddered, trembling as he let release claim him as well. He kissed her warmly, and she returned it willingly. He gathered her exhausted body into his arms, purring quietly as she let herself fall asleep, hoping he would still be there when she awoke.