A Saiyan's Pride / Vegeta x Reader

Late Night Chat

Dinner was amazing to say the least. Bulma sure as hell knew her way around a kitchen! I would have felt sorry for her to have to cook for so many Saiyans, but she seemed to enjoy cooking too much to feel bad for her.

As for me, I enjoyed trying my best to avoid Vegeta the entire dinner. Occasionally, I would glance over at him and, without fail, he was always glaring at me from underneath of those furrowed brows.

It didn't end at dinner- the entire party I made sure to stick close to Goku. Eventually, we had all gathered in the living area to watch a movie.

Forrest Gump?

I had never seen it before, but everyone else had which is why they were all fast asleep not even a half-hour in.

Picture how cute everyone was... Goku, who I was sitting beside on the sofa, had his head rested in Chi-Chi's lap with a small pool of drool and soft snores escaping his mouth; Chi-Chi was sound asleep sitting upright with her head leaned back on the back of the sofa and a hand rested on her husband's soft hair.

Piccolo was sitting cross-legged in the corner with his arms matching his legs. I didn't know it, but the Namek was fully awake and only resting his eyes for a while.

Goten was originally sitting to my right on the sofa, but some time during the movie he had left my side to play with Trunks; both of them were now fast asleep against Krillin, who was sitting on the floor between 18's legs. It was truly adorable to see Krillin's smooth head rested between his wife's knees while she slept against the side of the sofa across the room from me, Goku, and Chi-Chi.

Out of nowhere, Vegeta silently sat down in a slouch beside me and propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of us; his arms folded tightly against his chest and he focused his gaze on the TV.

"Come to apologize?" I quietly scoffed to mask how nervous he was making me. Out of all that room on this sofa, why did he have to sit with his leg against mine? He could have spaced himself from me if he wanted to.

But that was if he wanted to.

Vegeta kept his eyes on the TV, but permitted a chuckle, "You are more of a fool than Kakarot if you truly believe that."

I didn't respond, but Vegeta continued his thoughts much to my surprise, "I was trying to get the energy out of you that you keep holding back for some reason... why would I apologize when my tactics worked? ...What happened to you in there? ....Where did that power come from? How can you hide it li-"

My eyes shot daggers at Vegeta to cut him off, "Vegeta, drop it already."

'Energy? What is Vegeta talking about? What could he have done to make Y/N raise her energy level? Does he sense what I sense in her too?' Piccalo thought to himself, secretly spying on the two of us.

"I think we both know I can't do that. Tell me, woman. How are you that strong?" Vegeta asked. I simply sighed and looked back to the screen, "I don't know what to tell you, Vegeta, I met Goku a long time ago and he taught me everything that I know... Krillin is the same way- I don't know why you insist on interrogating me about it."

When a few uncomfortable moments passed without a word from Vegeta, I turned my face to see what he was doing. To my astonishment, he was already looking at me and then our faces were much too close for an average conversation. No matter how uncomfortable it was, I still refused to pull away. "Or is the mighty prince afraid that a little girl could be stronger than he is?"

He smirked and watched my eyes trail to his lips. "Little girl..." He mocked; not a single beat was skipped between my question and his comeback. "I can see right through your amorous thoughts." His words forced a soft pink dusting to overcome my cheeks.

He lifted his hand to grab my chin with a wide grin, then leaned in and rested his free hand on my lap. Just as I closed my eyes gently to receive the anticipated kiss, it didn't happen.

Instead, I heard his cold voice, "What was I thinking... of course you're nothing more than a pathetic human.... a truly disgusting species." He pushed off of me and scooted over a little and crossed his arms again- furrowed brows concentrated on the TV.

That little asshole! If he thinks he can ju-

My thoughts came to a halt when I realized that the game he was playing was a dangerous one for himself as well, seems like a certain prince accidentally let himself get turned on...

Sure, I'll play your games. Something has to give.

In a single motion, I swung my leg over his body and straddled his lap. "Quit acting like I'm the one who keeps instigating your little fantasies." I sarcastically demanded with my face close to his. Vegeta kept his arms crossed to give the illusion I couldn't phase him. "You take me for a fool." Vegeta growled.

I chuckled, "You're telling me that you wouldn't be the least bit interested if I let you tie me up and do whatever the hell you wanted with me like you owned me?" Vegeta's brows softened only slightly- so slightly, in fact, that I almost didn't notice the peak of interest. Guessing his fantasies turned out as easy as I could have expected. I brought my lips close to his ear so he could feel my breath against his skin, "Master Vegeta- prince of all Saiyans." My words were light and soft, but the hand I used to grasp his waistband was firm.

Success was rendered mine when I felt his arousal pressed against my crotch.

From beside his ear, I glanced to take in the sight of Vegeta's eyes closed so he could focus on trying to ignore me. I guess I can push it a little further... Just how far will he let me, I wonder?

From the secluded corner of the room, Piccolo opened his left eye to peep and make sure nothing too disgusting was happening in the same room as he. Do you blame him?

The Namek found it pleasantly interesting that I had such a bizarre effect on Vegeta; also that he hadn't blasted me off of him yet.

Let's see what a bit more teasing can do... "Oh, Vegeta..." I quietly moaned in his ear, then nibbled gently on the lobe. Vegeta gave the slightest of moans back at me, trying to keep it as noiseless as he physically could; the last thing he wanted was to admit I was getting to him.

It wasn't long after that when he unfolded his hands and gripped my waist firmly, digging his fingers gently into my flesh. Ugh... I would love to let this continue, but.... my tail.... it can't. I won't let it happen... And I'll be damned if I let him win this either. "Nuh, uh, uh...." I softly tsk'd, pulling away from him and gently removing his hands from my waist. He opened his eyes when I stood up from his lap and the sofa. "I almost forgot... how dare I touch the prince of all Saiyans... I hope it's not the last thing I do." I mocked angrily, leaving for the kitchen.

Piccolo had the pleasure of watching Vegeta physically start to growl in anger while he watched me leave. "You vulgar woman..." He barked, fixing himself and crossing his arms once more with a grumpy expression.

"Mind your business, green man." He snarled at Piccolo when I was out of earshot. The Namek chuckled in amusement and closed his eyes once more to relax, "I never thought I would see you drop your guard so quick, Vegeta. A Saiyan prince... begging at a mortal's feet and bending to her every will. Where is that pride you always talk about?" His words were empty and used just to mock him. "Shut up, old man. I beg to no one."

The sound of me in the kitchen promised food to a sleeping Goku's senses. He jumped up and drool flew from his slumber and hit Vegeta, "Kakarot!" He screamed angrily. "Do i smell food!?" Goku cheered; it woke everyone when he yelled and it all just infuriated Vegeta even more since he lost.