A Saiyan's Pride / Vegeta x Reader

Close to Comfort

I woke up to the familiar feel of Vegeta's gaze burning a hole into my flesh. "Ugh..." I huffed after seeing the Saiyan prince standing at the edge of my bed with folded arms. I turned over so my back was to him, "Five more minutes..."

"Get up, woman! I have to figure out how that clown accessed his power; there has to be a way to do it on my own." He explained plainly. Vegeta had been hell bent on reaching Super Saiyan God for... 8 months now! "Vegeta, we have time... Please, can we have one day after 8 months to just relax?" I requested.

He sighed, "Fine... As you wish," I then felt the prince sit in a lounging position on my bed with me. Uh, weird...

I kept my back turned towards him, but I sneakily flicked the end of my tail so it was alternating from touching his hand to not touching it. That way, I gave him the control if he wanted to take it or not. The best part was, I could just say I was flicking my tail in general if he didn't want to take it.

I allowed my tail to continue this for longer than I was comfortable with. I almost stopped until I felt his hand gently grab the part of my tail that was flicking against him. I looked over my shoulder shyly and smiled at him. To my surprise, Vegeta smiled back and used his free hand to scoot me closer to him.

My cheeks turned a soft pink color before my body melted into his embrace; he twirled the end of my tail in his fingers. "I'd been meaning to ask you- Have we met? Y'know... before we met on Earth?"

Thank god he didn't remember...

"Mm... we have, actually. Well, sorta." I admitted. I kept my back turned to him but took careful attention to how his body heat was radiating against mine. "But I don't expect the prince of all Saiyans to remember meeting a low class warrior as myself." I told him.

"Hmm... Could you tell me what happened?" He asked. I closed my eyes, "Back home on Planet Vegeta I was-"

I was the daughter of your father's enemy. I was the girl who's father started a resistance against King Vegeta and his alliance with Lord Freiza. More importantly, I was the girl who was sent to assassinate you the day we met, but couldn't... I knew then as I do now that you aren't a bad guy... you were mislead and raised under cruel rulers.

But I could never tell you this...

"-I was a nobody. You and your father were having a banquet for... something, I don't know. I was working with the catering service." I began. "Huh... I don't seem to remember yet- continue," Vegeta egged on.

"Well, I was bringing your father a sample tray- I don't remember what food was on it... but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, you were the one sitting in the throne chair." I giggled at the memory of Vegeta sitting in his father's seat while he was out of the room. "I didn't know you were the prince at the time since I was only a child like yourself."

I blushed to myself, He was so cute... using his tail as a holder for his cluster of grapes. Heh- his hair was basically the same as it is now, but he had somewhat of a bangs situation going on back then. We were so young... So innocent... We didn't deserve the struggles we were given.

I hadn't noticed my story trailed off from leaving my lips since I got distracted in my own thoughts. Vegeta leaned over my shoulder to see my face, "Why are you blushing?" He smirked.

"Huh? Wha- I-I'm not blushing..." I responded, which only made me blush more. I tried to hide my face in the bed. "Mhmn... Did a certain young Saiyan have an infatuation with her prince?" He teased. I shrugged him away from hovering over me, "In your dreams!"

"Oh yeah? Haha- I couldn't help but notice your story trailed off a minute ago. What were you thinking about?" He chuckled. There was something weird about him, he wasn't acting condescending- but rather quite endearing... Playful, almost.