Vegeta stared in horror at the tiny lump of food in front of him. He understood the value of Earth currency, and this was an extremely expensive dish. But it seemed they'd forgotten most of it. The biggest portion was probably the artfully drizzled sauce that adorned the large plate like an abstract painting designed to distract from the utter lack of sustenance. So far Vegeta felt he'd been blending in with the foolish human population at the restaurant. He didn't want to fuck it up now, but surely this was some kind of con meant to take advantage of his ignorance.
He glanced furtively at the woman's plate. If anything her portion was smaller. He looked at the plates he could see from his vantage without making a big show. All of them were single bites of food on absurdly oversized plates. He leaned forward and whispered, "Is…is this just a sample? Then they bring the actual food if you like it? How they did with the wine?" It rankled to have to reveal his ignorance yet again, but better than doing something that embarrassed the woman.
The woman was mincing the morsel into even smaller bits. She met his eyes with her brow furrowed quizzically. Fuck. So he was wrong. "What do you mean? That's what you ordered, isn't it?"
Vegeta observed the tidbit. He said, trying not to let his despair and hunger turn it into a whine, "Yes…but…is this all of it?"
She took a miniature bite and stared at him while she chewed. She said, "Yeah, that's it. We can have dessert afterwards if you want."
Vegeta would not rage that this was considered an entree. He would not pout that he would be fucking starving the rest of the night. He emulated her, and parceled into bits so small he could have eaten them through his nostril. Why did humans even have teeth if this was how they ate? No chewing was necessary for this nonsense. In a few short minutes, despite all his efforts to draw it out, Vegeta was finished. His stomach was angry now. It had been teased. It had been promised food and Vegeta had betrayed it with crumbs.
The woman was still working through hers, somehow, and sipping her wine periodically, as though she needed a break from the hard work of chewing up thumbnail-sized pieces of food. Vegeta willed his stomach to stay quiet or he would murder it. He would just go hunting later that night.
Except the woman was planning on coming to his bed after this. Vegeta considered his options. He could fuck her into unconsciousness and then sneak out to hunt. But he despaired at going that long without actually eating now that his stomach was powered up and ready to go.
"Vegeta, why are you silently looking like you might self-destruct?" the woman asked, narrowing her eyes.
"What? Nothing. I'm fine. How…how is your food?" Vegeta said, trying to think of some mundane nonsense to converse about while she finished her eternal eating. The only solution was to get her home, seduce her while ignoring his guts, and then hurry out to hunt. He grimaced at his foolish decision to eat all the rations he had in the gravity room after a meager lunch. Vegeta tried to view this as a form of training. He'd gone long stretches without food before. Of course it was awful. But Vegeta was no stranger to everything in his life sucking. At least this was just one thing.
"You are really spiraling over there. My food is fine. You've got that crazed look you get sometimes when you're confused but don't want to tell me. What's wrong? Was your food not good? You ate it so fast, I assumed you liked it," she said. Vegeta gaped, easily half her food remained on her overlarge, taunt of a plate. To serve such a meal on that size plate. It was mockery. Had the woman always eaten so slowly and he just never noticed?
She said, "Vegeta? Hey, bad-man, we can go if you're freaking out."
"I am not freaking out!" he hissed, "I'm fine. I'm…I…Yes. I'm fine. I can…I can do this."
She set down her fork and Vegeta almost lost control of a whimper that tried to escape him. "Vegeta. Why are you talking about finishing our date as though it's some kind of endurance challenge?"
Vegeta said, "Well…I just…I just assumed there would be…be…be more! I'm not trying to be ungrateful! I just…I'm…that…is that really what humans consider a good meal?" Vegeta could cry. He wouldn't. He willed it down, but it was a possibility. It was so disappointing and it was ruining his opportunity to seem like a reasonable mate.
"Oh! Shit. I forgot the whole Saiyan-incinerator-stomach thing. Jeez. Are you getting hangry? Is that what's happening?" the woman asked and her face contorted into a strange combination of a smile and a frown that felt…mocking.
"I…I'm just surprised that for so much currency it is…it is…this!" Vegeta made a tiny circle with his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, yeah, we're in full hangry territory. Okay, how about this, when I finish, if you can be a good boy the rest of my meal, I'll take you someplace that has Saiyan quantities of food. I can't believe you have been hiding your hunger for years. It's taking me some adjusting. Can you behave another half-hour?" the woman asked and raised an eyebrow at him.
The sneaky, conniving woman! Vegeta realized this was her vengeance for not being able to suck him off. He swallowed hard and nodded curtly. A half-hour. Vegeta could do anything for half an hour. He crossed his arms tightly, but heard the first threads pop in the suit jacket when he flexed. He consciously relaxed and said stiffly, "How…was…your day?"
The woman snorted she laughed so hard. "You're so adorable when you try to be normal, Vegeta. I just love it."
Vegeta's eyes widened. She loved a part of him. Heat bloomed across his cheeks at the idea of her loving anything but his cock. Maybe his muscles. His mouth, when put to less verbal uses.
She chuckled more and took a long pull from her wine. "Oh my gods, look at your little blush. My day was fine, Vegeta. I was distracted though, thinking about last night. Thinking about tonight."
Vegeta contemplated the various things this could mean. He said, "I…felt good today. Training. My body felt good. But my mind was…reliving things." More heat spread on his face at the foolish admission.
The woman's cheeks turned red too, so maybe it had been an acceptable and pleasing way to summarize his day and how she effected him. She smiled at him and ate another few ridiculous bites before she spoke again. "It's okay, you know, to like me a little."
"What!? I don't like you a little. That's absurd! I…I…I like you a lot!" Vegeta said, trying to keep his voice down.
She laughed at him more, but thankfully saved him from his self and his hanger by telling him about the new drone prototype she was working on that she hoped would give him new challenges. She said breezily, "Of course you could just train with Goku. Maybe he can help you become super-Saiyan."
"Oh, the nerve of you even suggesting such a thing! I will not train with that third-class clown!" Vegeta snarled.
"So…you would date and fuck a third-class relative of Goku but you won't train with him?" The woman sniffed dramatically and said, "I smell hypocrisy."
"Why you…I…just…that…Raditz…Raditz was a different matter! And stop bringing him up!" Vegeta hissed.
"Is it possible you're just trying to find excuses not to train with Goku because it might make you feel…inferior?" the woman said and arched a brow at him.
Vegeta ground his teeth. He stared at her until her eyes finally darted away as he bit out, "I already feel inferior to fucking Kakarot. I do not wish to have it rubbed in my face every fucking day when he trounces me!"
"Vegeta, you'll never get better if you don't challenge yourself," the woman countered.
"Oh, you are just fucking infuriating! I thought this sort of thing, dining out with a…a…a person…was supposed to be enjoyable?"
"Uh-oh, you are hangry. The stammering has started. The infuriation. It's all here. Okay, I'll get the check and then I'll go feed you," the woman said, grinning, and waved her hand at the waiter. "Well, at least I got to bring my pretty pet out for show a little bit."
Vegeta bristled at being called her pet. Though it was unfortunately accurate. She kept him and fed him and tried to train him. "Was it supposed to be longer? All the women and a few of the men have sufficiently ogled me, haven't they? What else would have happened if my starvation hadn't interrupted?" Vegeta said, "I hate human culture. Everything is so fucking confusing!"
"Now that I know how squishy you are inside, I find your constant belligerence kind of cute," the woman said, "Nothing else is necessary, gods, Vegeta, but it's supposed to be fun. If you weren't a crier, I might have taken you out for a cocktail or something afterwards, but your record on crying while drunk is too solid. And you're too heavy in the event that you got soused. This was fine. You did great. You didn't murder anyone. You kept your yelling to me, your date and the woman you're fucking, which for humans would be considered in poor taste, but I see it as progress. You dressed in what I told you to wear. You look dapper. You really did a great job for your first night on the town." The woman gave him a defiant smirk. She was baiting him. He loved it. Her ferocity was her sexiest feature.
Vegeta kicked off his shoe beneath the table. He slid his foot up the inside of her thigh and gently brushed his toes over her pussy. Even through his sock he could feel she wasn't wearing undergarments! Her eyes widened and she squeaked. Vegeta leaned forward again, looking in her eyes. He waited for the server to take the woman's plastic currency transfer card. A sheen of sweat formed along her hairline. He murmured, "You know, Frieza used to call Saiyans monkeys because of our Oozaru form. He used it as a pejorative, but monkeys on Earth impress me. They're strong, relative to their size. They'll eat almost anything. They will use wits to escape larger, stronger predators. And they are dextrous. Even their feet are dextrous." Vegeta sent a little burst of chi out his toes, buzzing it against her lips.
"Stop it," she whispered. Vegeta smirked and wiggled his toes fast, not parting her lips, but he didn't need to yet. Her cheeks pinked and her chest too. She gasped, "Vegeta! This is…so…so…so…" She pressed her hands flat on the table as he nudged her lips apart with his toe.
"Woman…why did you dress this way if you didn't intend for me to do this. You're the one who says these, what do you call them—panties?—you wear are important, so I assume if you chose not to wear them and to wear a dress, that it was for this exact purpose. Perhaps even so that other things might find their way between your sweet thighs," Vegeta said.
The woman panted and the waiter brought a little leather folio back to her. He said, "Ms. Briefs, are you well?"
"Oh, fine, yes. Thank you," she said and gave him a strained smile. The man went away, looking unsure. The woman returned her full attention to Vegeta and hissed, "Do not think for a second that you are winning. I will not do what you are trying to make me do while sitting in a fancy restaurant!"
"I know we took a break from our lessons last night, woman, but do you know one of the more interesting things about excellent chi control?" Vegeta said with a polite smile.
The woman covered her mouth to try to stifle what was obviously a moan as Vegeta's toe found her clit, pressing and releasing it rapidly. She swallowed hard and squeezed her thighs shut around his foot. It did nothing to deter him. She said, "I'm not letting you win. You're not going to win. I am not…oh fuck…what…what were you saying about chi?"
Vegeta purred, "Mmm…well, I can use it to make parts of my body almost…vibrate…if you will." Vegeta sent a thrumming wave of chi into his toe until it buzzed against her clit like one of the vibrating sex accoutrements he'd read about.
The woman folded her elbows on the table, rolling her lips in to stifle her cries. Her hips belied her though, and rocked toward Vegeta's foot. She whispered, "Oh shit, Vegeta…you're not…you're not actually going to…it's…it's not possible to make me come in a restaurant. It's not. Nope. You can't. You…ah…ah…" She clamped a hand over her mouth and her chair almost tipped as her hips bucked forward and he felt the clenching of her pussy against his toe as she climaxed for him.
Vegeta stroked her a bit more, pulled his foot away, and put on his shoe. He smirked at her and said, "I win again."
The woman caught her breath through her nose and he saw her try to master her lower body, which squirmed in her chair. She glanced around with wide eyes, clearly wondering if anyone had noticed. She got a few questioning looks, but no overt realization of what had just transpired. It was lucky humans had negligible olfaction, however, because to Vegeta's Saiyan nose, the whole restaurant smelled deliciously of her arousal and pussy and heat. It even dampened his hunger.
The woman muttered, "Oh my fucking gods, I can't believe you did that!" Her voice was a mix of excitement and horror.
Vegeta shrugged. "You said you had another place where I might get a proper meal if I was…what did you say? A good boy? Was I good boy, Bulma?" he growled in the low voice he intended to make full use of now that he knew the effect it had on her.
She tried not to smile. "You shit! That was embarrassing! Bad man! Bad, bad, bad man!" she chided, but she was laughing. "I can't believe you did that! I can't believe you could do that. What are you, some kind of Prince of Sex too?"
Vegeta chortled at that. His stomach roared back to its former angry, hangry, hungry screaming. "Well? Are you going to feed me or not? I'm not above eating humans, woman."
She lifted an eyebrow at him and said, "Yeah, you showed me that last night."
"Vulgar woman," Vegeta rumbled out, enjoying the flush that crept up her chest onto her cheeks again. He hoped she'd let him give her some flying lessons tonight. He had ideas that he would enact if he could get a proper meal first.
She stood up adjusting her dress and the way she ran her hand over her own ass almost caused Vegeta to start cackling. She was checking to see if her wetness had seeped through the back of her dress.
He stood and trailed her out of the restaurant, enjoying the view of her ass, the scent of her pussy, and the elegant line of her spine. As she directed him to the restaurant she assured him would have enough food, she tried to give him a subtle hand-job. Vegeta certainly got a hard-on. Just smelling the woman gave him a hard-on, but now that she was out for blood (or semen, more accurately) he was enjoying withholding it for his own amusement. Let her stroke his cock all night.
She had him land at a type of restaurant that she called a "buffet." Vegeta knew that word, though he tended to think of it as furniture, but when she explained the principle, he began to salivate. They went in, and he could tell they were extremely overdressed, but he didn't care when he saw the long spread of food. The host explained how everything worked and Vegeta's stomach was screaming for the man to shut up and let him eat.
And he did. With great delight and more than a little gawking at his consumption even though he tried to eat at what he thought was more human-ish speed. The woman looked delighted by his pleasure as she watched, but didn't partake. She said, "Well, I guess if I can't get you off, at least I can feed you."
"Of course you can get me off. I could have come in my trousers, I just chose not to because it would have made a fucking mess, for one thing, but I also enjoy teasing you."
"How is you resisting orgasm teasing me?" she asked, canting her head to the side. Her hair was wild now after two flights. Vegeta liked it wild. It fit her personality more than when it was tidy and coiffed.
"Because you are accustomed to being able to get whatever you want with hard work and intelligence. You won't get that unless I give it to you. It irritates the piss out of you to not get what you want."
"I—" she started to protest, but snapped her mouth shut. She thought for a moment and said, "You…sometimes you sound mean, but then when I actually process what you've said, it's more like a compliment and—"
"That was very much a compliment. Your perseverance is remarkable. Your tenacity. Your courage," Vegeta said, inhaling another plate. He wanted them to refill the buffet. The host came over and whispered something to the woman and she muttered something back and handed him the plastic currency card again.
"So unwittingly sweet," she said and squeezed his knee under the table.
"It's not unwitting!" he snapped, "I mean to tell you that I think highly of your many positive attributes. I would never accidentally compliment someone, I assure you. I might accidentally insult you because I don't understand all the nonsense on this ridiculous planet."
The woman laughed and said, "So you gonna finish teaching me to fly tonight?"
"Well, I can get you off the ground, but it's unlikely that it will be under your own power," he said, letting his eyes run over her body.
"You did get me off last night, it's true, even off the ground, so I'm sure you can manage again," she said.
"And do you want me to do so tonight? Or have you had enough of me for one day and you'll only accept the results of our wager and sleep in my bed?" Vegeta asked. The food was gone. So were all the other people. "Did I eat it all?"
"It seems so. It's fine. Let's head home. Are you less hangry?"
"Yes. That was a reasonable amount of food. Thank you. For taking care of me," Vegeta said. He wondered if he could kiss her. Was that part of the whole pact of her taking him out in public? He touched her chin as she stood and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips.
When he pulled back, she looked so flabbergasted that Vegeta knew immediately he had erred. She said, "That was unexpectedly affectionate. I should feed you properly more often."
"Is…do…do…do you like affection?" he asked.
The woman looked sad now, her eyebrows crashing together and her eyes searching his. "Of course I like affection. Don't you?"
"I…guess…so?" Vegeta said, warily. Was this some sort of trap to get him to confess how much he longed to be her mate? That he wanted to shower her with affection. That he would roll in her affection like a pig in a good wallow if she offered it.
She placed a hand on his forearm, concern creasing her brow now. Gods, he was just putting her through the gamut of emotions tonight when all he wanted was to make her happy. She said, "It's okay to want affection, Vegeta. It doesn't make you weak or anything. It's okay to let people care for you."
"It has never turned out well for anyone in the past," Vegeta said.
"But maybe it's like your dumb ass with food. Maybe if you get better at using your words instead of spiraling into despair internally, then you'll be better at feelings and stuff too. I have faith that you can stop being a hot mess," she said so sweetly that it took him a moment to realize she was calling him a hot mess.
"I…wait…what? No, damnit, that…you never speak plainly and I find it fucking maddening!" Vegeta snapped.
"Aw, maybe you do need dessert. Come on. Take me home. Do you need directions or can you find it with your Saiyan senses?"
Vegeta scooped her up and flew toward Capsule Corp. Having gotten what he was fairly certain was a positive reaction to the earlier affection, he nuzzled against her neck and ear, nibbling the lobe a bit, and he growled, "You look beautiful with your hair all wild. Thank you for the food. For giving me your pleasure in the restaurant." Then he sped up so she wouldn'tbe able to speak. And if she couldn't balance when they landed, well then he would simply have to hold her up. And he didn't mind at all.
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