The last vow

Chapter 5 - Vegeta

Hi!

Here is the next chapter, which I hope will give you a good idea of the type of relationship I would like to develop between our lovers. I'll be honest with you, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, simply because the tension between the two characters is incredible! I just hope that it will come through in my writing.

I can't wait to continue the next chapters, which I promise to be quite exciting :3 Until then, don't hesitate to share your opinions with me, it's always greatly appreciated.

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Chapter 5 - Vegeta

Noise, Humans and no food. This is what he got, letting himself being dragged into this depraved place by these two imbeciles. That, and a female with fascinating eyes, who was definitely trying to steal his precious focus. And damn, it sure worked.

Why had he accepted this mission already? Ah yes! He had come here to fulfill his needs as a warrior. Instead, he was sitting there, hearing his seedy acolytes complaining to an even more seedy Human about the menu. For fuck sake. He certainly did not come here to find himself stuck between them and the very incarnation of his carnal desires.

"How come you don't serve food?" shouted Raditz at his right. "You give me a menu as long as my arm, and you say I can't have anything to eat?!"

To his left, the woman giggled, her crystalline eyes still on him.

He was torn between giving Raditz a good smack on the back of his head and grabbing this woman by the throat to keep her from blowing on him that breath full of lust.

"You guys are really not accustomed to our planet", she said, raising an eyebrow.

She broke eye contact and raised her hand to address the waiter.

"Elias!" she said in her pretty voice. "I'll take care of it. Bring them each a pint of your best Irish Stout, plus a gin-tonic for me. And please bring us a menu from the restaurant. Tell the chef that I'm the one asking, and that I'll pay extra to have the food served here. I take care of the bill."

The waiter nodded, gave her a wink, and immediately complied, relieved that he no longer had to respond to the two huge, impatient Saiyans. In less than a minute, there were three glasses filled with an amber liquid topped with a velvety foam in front of them, as well as another menu, much thicker than the first one. Vegeta watched carefully as the woman tasted her own drink, clear this one, without touching his. He heard Raditz and Nappa loudly approving what they had been served. She smiled at them as she raised her glass.

"You seem to be the type of person with a good appetite, I advise you to try the hearty beef casserole" she told them. "As for you" she added, turning to Vegeta, "you probably don't eat as much as those two, so I suggest you try the Ramen Phô dish, it's the chef's specialty."

Vegeta gritted his teeth. As if the extent of his appetite was modulated by his size. This woman really didn't know what she was talking about. The quality of what she had between her ears was definitely less sensational than her beauty. Judgment was easy to make. Just from the size of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, he knew she probably didn't have much else to offer anyway.

She took a second sip of her drink.

"Don't you want to taste?" she asked, setting down her glass and pointing to his, still on the counter.

He remained silent. His eyes, hitherto drowned in blue, darted for a moment towards the tongue which had just licked the scarlet lips on which a drop of her beverage had been lost. She saw it, and gave him a small smile.