Vegeta awoke the next morning with a headache, but his memory unfortunately intact. He cringed that the woman witnessed his emotional breakdown the night before. Oh gods, and his "teaching" had been horrific. The woman was beyond kind for staying with him while he drunkenly rambled about chi and the beauty of learning to control it. She let him hold her hands a few times. Touch her shoulders even. And in a particularly bold, drunken move, he had placed her hand over his heart, told her to feel the way he could change his pulse at will.
He felt too shitty to eat, so he stripped out of the clothing he'd passed out in, snorting with amusement that he'd worn "pajamas" after all. Maybe he was assimilating. He yanked on his training shorts and flew off his balcony to the GR.
The last time he'd been hungover made a valiant effort to surface in his mind, but Vegeta had many years practice of shoving things he didn't want to confront back into the dark depths of his mind. He did so now and ramped up the gravity to punishing levels. He hated that he hadn't yet surpassed that fratricidal clown, Kakarot. It shamed Vegeta right to his DNA.
Before he could even get started, the emergency shut-down triggered when someone unsealed the doors. The woman strolled in with two men in uniform behind her. They carried an enormous box. Vegeta's possessive rage flared. Not that she was his, but it rankled him the way both men eyeballed her full, shapely ass as she led them into the side-chamber of the GR.
Vegeta growled, unable to help himself, "Eyes up, boys, or I'll rip them out."
Both men were volumetrically larger than Vegeta, but they were pathetically weak. The larger of the two glared at Vegeta, who smirked, daring the fool to challenge him.
The woman looked at Vegeta, her eyebrows knit in bewilderment. She pointed and gave the men a series of instructions before approaching Vegeta. She said, "Why are you snarling at delivery men?"
"I could have carried whatever that is for you," Vegeta said.
"They drove it here. It's a fridge. I've got an order of food coming, so you'll have a cache in here. I'm fine-tuning a cooking bot for you as well. I've also set up an account with one of the grocery stores—it's a smart-fridge, so when it gets low, it will automatically have food delivered. Once they've finished setting it up, I can show you how to manually add things to the order. I don't want you to starve, so I'm trying to find work-arounds for your fucking Saiyan pride. Your ego is more powerful than I realized," she said with a little chuckle.
Vegeta smirked at her and snorted. "It's like you don't know me at all, woman."
She trailed a finger down his sternum and said, "I know you way better than you think, bad man," and returned to manage the installation of the fridge. Vegeta watched with satisfaction as she commanded the larger humans. She put up with no nonsense and when she caught one ogling her, chastised him in florid language. Her fiery domination of the two lesser humans made Vegeta's loins ache more than they normally did around her.
He worked out in regular gravity until they were done, ceasing only when it became clear the woman wished to speak to him again. He approached her and she said, "The food will be here in about an hour, so you can train a bit. You hungover?"
"Only a little. I will imbibe more temperately if you ever bring wine again," he said, feeling out whether another picnic was a possibility.
"Tonight I'll bring beer. You want me to pick out some clothes for you so you don't have another existential crisis in your closet?"
He laughed and said, "If you wish, but I assure you, I can manage to have an existential crisis almost anywhere."
She giggled and swatted him on the arm. "At least you've got your sense of humor back. Poor guy, you had a rough night last night," she said, with a sad half-smile. She shocked Vegeta to his core as she reached up and cupped his cheek. "You should try just speaking your mind more often. Hopefully I positively reinforced your behavior with all that food." She patted his cheek and took her hand away.
The touch left him almost light-headed. He said, "Training me like a pet, are you?"
"Nothing else has worked," she said with another little chuckle and waved as she left the gravity room.
It was disturbing how much a few brief moments of physical contact with the woman improved Vegeta's mood for the rest of the day. She arrived to learn to fly right on time. He stood in his towel, arms crossed, and leaning on the balustrade.
She said, "Oh-ho, you gonna teach me like that?" with a little wiggle of her eyebrows.
"As you wish. Saiyans are considerably less…modest? Is that the word for feeling ashamed of one's body, and hiding it as a result?"
"Modesty just means not overly proud…keeping your body covered doesn't mean you're ashamed of it," the woman said. She went into his closet and returned bearing items of clothing.
He turned his back and dropped his towel. He pulled on the shorts and the shirt, but ignored the flipper-flappers and the undergarments.
She raised her eyebrows and said, "So…a free-baller, huh? And no go on the flip-flops?"
Vegeta stared into her eyes, extended his hand toward where he'd tossed them on the concrete, and incinerated them. To his surprise, she laughed, shaking her head. He said with a smirk, "Those are absurd excuses for shoes, and don't get me started on your bizarre undergarments."
She popped a capsule and Vegeta almost groaned with relief to see a real dinner. They sat down and she gestured for him to start eating. Vegeta eyed the brown glass bottle she handed him warily. He sniffed it and it smelled awful, but perhaps that was misleading. He'd thought the wine was unpleasant to start as well. He said, "Will you stop me before I become a buffoon?"
The woman took the bottle away from him with a chortle. He laughed too and snatched it back and said, "More of a buffoon than usual."
The woman grinned and said, "You might have hit the ceiling on that, Vegeta."
"Lucky for you I'm not hangry anymore, or I might kick your ass for such insolence."
She giggled and gave him one of her shoulder swats. "You could never kick my ass, you like me too much. Plus I feed you."
Vegeta only smirked at her and tried the beverage. He almost spit it out as he wrinkled up his nose in disgust. "Good gods, woman, are you just going straight to poisoning me this time? It's repulsively bitter. Why does it smell like skunks and citrus? What a disgusting combination! And it's…it's…there are bubbles in it! It foams!"
The woman laughed and took a long draw off her own bottle. "The flavor will grow on you. This is a dank IPA. It's a type of beer. Grain fermented with yeast and you add another plant, called hops, to give it that bitter flavor and the aromas."
"You add something to make it taste this way?" Vegeta asked, choking down another sip. It was truly awful and Vegeta had ingested a lot of bad tasting things. The things he did for love.
She nodded and urged him to eat. After that they ate in companionable (he hoped) silence. Vegeta's caloric deficit resulted in rather excessive eating, even for a Saiyan. He liked that she seemed impressed, rather than disgusted, by his voraciousness. She popped another capsule when things got scarce. Now he did moan, he couldn't help it. "Oh gods, woman, you have no idea how happy you've just made me."
She smiled and shook her head. "You're such a moron, Vegeta. I can't believe your nonsense. Three years of starving to avoid asking for help. I wonder what else you haven't asked for that you want."
Vegeta froze, eyes wide, and looked up. It sounded like…like an invitation. He met her gaze. Her eyes were half-lidded and her little knowing smirk made his face heat. Gods, and she was so beautiful tonight. She wore another dress, turquoise like her hair, and her scent was even more enticing than usual as she approached her monthly heat.
He'd never met a species that had such frequent heats. The fact that hers went unanswered every time made those few days nearly unbearable for Vegeta to be around her. He wanted to answer that biological call as well as the ache in his own body. Perhaps that was why she was being somewhat flirtatious with him. Maybe she was finally ready to be bred. If nothing else, a mate powerful enough to keep her and her offspring safe must appeal to any species, but especially one so weak as humans. Hope fluttered in Vegeta's heart.
The food was getting low again, and Vegeta was almost full. He pushed the last few manju, a bowl of ramen, and a few sushi rolls toward her across the blanket she'd laid on the ground for them to sit on. Her head dropped to the side. "Are you giving me the rest of the food?"
"Did you get enough? I couldn't tell with all the inhaling I was doing," he said with another smirk.
"I'm full, Vegeta. But that's very sweet of you. Are you full?"
He wolfed down the last of the food, washed it down with the bitter, disgusting beer, and nodded. "Yes. Gods, even I didn't realize how hungry I was. Perhaps I've been hangry my whole life and now I'll be a pleasant pacifist," he said.
She giggled more and said, "Yeah, I don't think you can blame hunger for all your bad behavior, no matter how hungry you were."
"I would think you would know me well enough by now to know that I can blame anything or anyone for my bad behavior. I excel at that."
He got to his feet and helped her up. He tipped the bottle up and swallowed the rest of the vile drink, shaking his head with his tongue out. "Do you enjoy this swill?"
"I do! I'm actually mainly a beer drinker. I'll drink wine or hard liquor, but beer's my favorite," she said.
"Well then I suppose I'll have to acquire a taste for it. How much ethanol does it have? I feel woozier than I should after one drink. Good gods, you intended to get me drunk again! Can't you just ask me your nosy questions without lightly poisoning me?"
"I can't believe you have such poor tolerance even though you weigh at least twice what I do. Maybe I'll just keep getting you drunk until you tell me all your deepest, darkest secrets, which are probably all pretty tame, since one of them was that you were fucking hungry," she said, cackling so hard that he barely understood her last few words.
The woman's laughter was contagious and soon Vegeta was laughing along with her, even though the thought of her knowing his secrets filled him with a confusing mix of delight and horror. The woman just made him feel so many things. It was distressing. He should not have another beer. But he also wanted to get a little drunk. Not like the night before.
"Come on, Professor Vegeta, teach me to fly, see if you can do it without waxing poetic about chi for hours."
"That's part of how you fly. The poetry," Vegeta said drily. But he started to show her how to channel her chi again, uncertain whether there was enough in her to actually get her off the ground. Humans were so weak. She was feisty, at least, and her mental power was unparalleled.
After explaining the same thing over and over several different ways and watching her fail, he moved behind her. He laid his arm along hers, holding her hand, and he pushed his chi into her, let her feel it pulse out of her hand, and together they blasted over his empty bottle. He murmured, almost touching her ear with his lips, "See? Does it make sense now? How to channel it? The way it feels when it moves through you?"
The woman was silent. Vegeta was suddenly uncomfortably aware of how he pressed against her back, their bare skin touching all along the length of their arms, and Vegeta's pulse soared. Her breathing was fast. She was aroused, he could smell that much. Was it just his body? His power flowing through her? Did he care, at this point, if she just used him for sex?
He very subtly dragged his nose and lips up the side of her neck, scenting her more, breathing the pure, intoxicating scent of her skin where she didn't put the lotion that masked her. She gasped and leaned back into him just a little before straightening up. She said, "I…yeah, wow. I…I felt it. That…I didn't know you could do that with chi."
"Here, I'll boost you again, but you control it, yes? Like I explained," he said, and kept his arm on hers, let his chi filter down into her arm again.
After several agonizing minutes, where he could feel her straining to manage his energy, her empty bottle began to wobble and after another long moment, it tipped over. He said, "Yes! Excellent!" and squeezed her hip with his other hand before he could even think about what he was doing.
He stepped away from her, curious to see if his bodily proximity had effected her. The pink flush on her cheeks made Vegeta's hope turn from an ember to a flame. Her eyes moved from the empty bottle slowly up to Vegeta's eyes. He held them, unflinching. If she wanted him, she could have him.
"Do…do you think I could do that without you? Or do I need your energy to create a chi floof?" she said.
Vegeta set the bottles back up and said, rather more indignantly than he meant to say it, "Floof? It's not floof! It's a blast!"
She laughed at him. "Vegeta, no chi I make is a blast. Maybe your floof is a blast, but not mine."
He rolled his eyes, but smirked. "Then floof away, woman, show me your floof."
She rolled her lips in and covered her mouth as she started to laugh. Vegeta's eyes widened. "I…did you…did you just trick me into saying something vulgar?!"
She shook her head and giggled. "I just like hearing you say 'floof.' It cracks me up. Okay. Focus. I'm serious." But she laughed more until she was bent over. She flopped onto the blanket, opened a beer, calmed herself, and took a long pull. "Okay. Phew. Yes. Okay."
She stood back up and Vegeta flushed as he inadvertently caught a glimpse of her undergarments, sky blue material, thin enough that he could see her pubic hair. He wondered how much richer her scent would be if she didn't wear those ridiculous things. He tried to refocus his mind on teaching her, but her scent was maddening, even thicker with arousal now than it had been before.
She cocked her head to the side, looking at him. Had he given his feelings away somehow? Had he gone mad and could no longer distinguish between thinking and speaking? The woman gave him a devilish smile, closed her eyes, and her chi hummed. "Well done, woman, keep at it and you'll have enough—"
She released the chi and the reason for her mischievous smile became clear. It floofed, that was for sure. Right up her fucking dress, baring the entire length of her legs, the whole of her very skimpy, irritatingly sexy undergarment, but worst of all, absolutely battering Vegeta with a wall of her scent. Her almost-in-heat, ready-to-be-fucked scent.
"Gods, woman, why…" he started to speak, but halted as he could no longer stifle the animal part of him that sucked it in much as he ate earlier. Vegeta was starved for the scent of lust. Hungrier for sex than he'd ever been in his life. He snuffled the air eagerly, his eyes sliding closed with pleasure, and a little groan escaped him.
When he managed to open his eyes again, she met his gaze fearlessly. She said, "You were smelling me! I knew it!"
He crossed his arms tightly. No undoing that little gaff. "So what if I was? I've already told you that you smell divine, it's not as if I've been…been…hiding the fact that I enjoy your scent!" Vegeta was seized by the dual impulse to flee and to yank her tight against his body and kiss her. Instead, he froze, like a fucking cornered animal.
She sauntered over to him, her hips drawing his eyes like magnets. He should not have touched her there; now he knew what it would feel like to take hold of her. "Did I do a good job?"
"What?" he said, his brow furrowing in confusion. Was she asking whether she'd successfully blanked his mind of everything but desire for her?
"At floofing. It was a pretty good floof, huh?"
Vegeta warily said, "Yes…it was. Okay…so…now, practice making that happen, but don't let it run away. Let it out, but keep it close."
"How will I tell? Can you show me again? That was really helpful," she said, with big, innocent eyes. But Vegeta knew she was trying to bait him somehow. He just wished he knew how.
Vegeta extended his hand, but she kept hers by her side. She waited patiently for a moment before she said, "Don't you have to put your arm over mine? To move the chi? To give it to me?" She said the last part arching a single brow at him.
The damned woman was toying with him. He moved behind her. She twisted her head and tilted back as he pressed against her. She smelled him. Oh gods. He had no idea how to interpret that, since humans had negligible olfaction. Yet he struggled not to pant as he slid his hand down the length of her arm. Before he could say anything, she spoke with her lips practically on his ear, "You smell pretty fucking divine, too, Vegeta."
His name on her lips as they brushed his ear drove him wild. He fought not to get hard like some randy teenager. He held her hand and thrummed his chi through her. "Relax your arm, as though you would let it drop," he murmured, letting his lips graze her ear. She shivered.
She did, but before it could fall, he funneled her chi, with a drop of his own, into a cushion that kept it aloft. She gave a startled gasp and said, "Wow, that feels so cool! Okay, okay, stop doing yours and let me see if I can do mine by myself."
Vegeta started to step away, but her other arm reached back and took his free hand, pulled it around her body, lacing her fingers with his, and held his arm in place over her belly. He could feel her breathing, feel that she was muscular, but with a pleasing layer of subcutaneous fat to soften her, to keep any offspring well-nourished. She made her own chi keep her arm up and said, "Ha! Amazing!"
He purred against her ear, "Woman, I believe you are trying to distract me from my lessons," and he sent a buzzing line of chi through her torso to a place she likely didn't expect.
She gasped and her head fell back against Vegeta's shoulder. "What the fuck was that?"
"I'm very adept at directing chi in all kinds of ways," he whispered and pressed his face into the crook of her neck, let himself really soak in her scent. Her scenting him like she had emboldened him. The surge of confidence and hope it gave him was as intoxicating as the horrible, bitter beer.
She breathed, "I think you're the one doing the distracting now, Vegeta. I think you should just admit that you're a terrible teacher, and we can put to rest the whole idea of me flying…" Her chest heaved, her pulse raced, and the smell of her heat poured out of her, stronger by the second.
"Oh? Too scared to fly, are you? What if I promise I'll catch you if you fall?" he murmured and released her from his arms. She seemed to get turned on by the game, and he wanted her willing. He wanted her hungry, and now that he knew he might get her, he could play the game. He could play as long as she needed.
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