this time with a little less "lust" and "drive" ...








When the prince turned away from her, which obviously cost him a lot of effort, Skeije was somehow disappointed. This sudden movement from him had finally ripped her out of her daydreams and she reluctantly returned to reality. While the prince ran towards another door, she added up all the components again and the fear began to subliminally flare up again and mix with nervousness. * I am locked in the apartment with the strongest of the Saiyan for a whole week. This Saiyajin is also the prince and is currently suffering from extremely strong hormone releases on his part. I am a woman and he looked at me like he was about to devour her and I will probably lose my life in the process. Great! Where did I get into that again? * The prince had meanwhile reached and opened the controlled door (only about 3 seconds had passed)."You sleep in there!" he growled, "Woe to you!" - * Charming as always, the good one! *, thought Skeije, on the other hand she was glad that he didn't attack her right away. His deep voice had torn her from her thoughts, but she found that she liked that voice. It wasn't cold, as always, which was certainly due to his condition, but rather calm and ... warm, pleasantly smooth. She nodded hesitantly, gave a soft "OK" and ran to him in the room. As she entered, she heard the door being closed and bolted from the outside. * He hates this state * it crossed her mind and she had to smile. * A proud guy, just don't show any weaknesses. How cute! * Any other woman would have pissed her pants in fear, but Skeije thought she knew what was going on inside him. She was proud too and up until now she had actually tried to avoid anyone noticing when something was bothering her or when she was afraid. The thing in the throne room had been an exception and she had cried for the last time in front of someone when her parents were killed in front of her eyes and now she had done it again for fear that he would do something to her that could hurt her.Yes, he too had seen her weakness, but somehow she wasn't sorry. Somehow she liked him, it was like an inner bond between them. He, too, was an exotic among his peers, just as she was a person among all Saiyajins.


Vegeta, meanwhile, was leaning against the closed door from the outside and breathing heavily. He had managed to get this door between himself and the woman, now he just had to manage not to open the door again and rush on her. Then a sentence occurred to him that he had once heard from his old sensei: "You have to work on your weaknesses and harden yourself against them!" He said and then smiled knowingly at Vegeta. The little prince had thought at the time that the sensei meant his tail, which was still so sensitive, and started to train him. But if he thought about it now, his urges were also a weakness and something that had to be overcome.Without really believing what he was thinking, he stamped the whole thing as mental training and ran with his head held high in the direction of his bedroom. He would just start. At first I wanted to try to come to terms with the fact that the woman was within reach, tomorrow he would open the door and allow the woman to move freely ... how he wanted to continue he didn't know yet, the first hurdle was already difficult enough . Maybe he would start talking to her too, but just maybe. And at the end of the week, he would pulverize her to remove pesky evidence of his weakness. Grinning satisfied, the still heavily breathing and sweating prince entered his bedroom and decided to take a cold shower.


Skeije had meanwhile registered that Vegeta had locked her in his study. It was quite a large room with a huge window front. She didn't need a light to see the facility. Eventually she spotted a wide sofa right by the window and decided to sleep on it.There was also a blanket and the pads turned out to be extremely soft and comfortable. Much more comfortable than the camp she had downstairs in the slave dormitory.


* I don't know why, but somehow I feel safe here ... * she stated and snuggled into the blanket. She hadn't noticed how tired she had become and fell asleep a few moments later.


A small black-and-brown animal sat on the windowsill above her and smiled to himself. Everything went as planned.




A trail of drops of ice-cold water ran from the shower in the bathroom to the prince's bed. Hadn't bothered to dry off. He was so hot that he found the water extremely pleasant. The woman's smell was still clearly noticeable and he had felt how it had changed a lot earlier in the anteroom. As if the smell wasn't attractive enough, it had become even more charming and almost took his breath away.He had noticed what she was thinking. Actually, he should be angry with her because she didn't seem to be afraid of him anymore, but somehow he liked that. Now he was lying on his bed trying desperately to think of something else. He lay on his stomach and buried his face in the already damp (from the shower water!) Pillow. His tail twitched nervously and wrapped itself alternately around his left and right leg. The woman who was only one door away in his study and seemed to be asleep kept appearing in his mind's eye. He felt that her aura stopped moving.


He began pounding the pillows with his fists wildly when he found himself picturing her naked. What was it that kept him from just taking her and then killing her? She was just a useless slave ... But then he remembered the angry twinkle in her eyes, what he had seen when he said she hadn't looked for a good hiding place.How would he like to see this challenging flash of lightning again ....


It could get pretty boring if everyone just obeyed him and she had managed to hiss at him without fear, admirable.


He wallowed in these thoughts for a long time and miraculously fell asleep at dawn, something he had never succeeded in doing during the last lunar festivals.




The next morning came very quickly for Skeije. She guessed it had to be around 8 a.m. when she heard a loud, pained moan. As if stung by a tarantula, she jumped up and ran to the door to listen. * This is Vegeta! But what does he have, that sounds like he's about to die! * She looked for the door lock and started typing when suddenly the door opened and a totally sweaty Vegeta stood in front of her, or rather tried to stand. He had a huge wound on his stomach and was wearing a rather charred tracksuit. He had started training two hours ago, but his handicap was simply too great and he was seriously injured in the adjacent training room.From his study one got into a room in which there was a regeneration tank and he wanted to go there. That is, he was trying to get there. Before he could even enter the room, his legs gave way and he threatened to fall to the floor. Skeije, who was more than shocked by the sight, reacted quickly and put his left arm around her shoulder. "So, did the prince overtax himself? So, where are you going?", She asked him with a mixture of mockery and worry: Vegeta growled at her disrespectful comment, but he had seen those lightning bolts again, which he liked so much and so he limited himself to a growling “To the bookshelf on the left wall!” Skeije dragged the injured man to the wall as ordered and set him down on an armchair. Then, under Vegeta's guidance, she opened the door mechanism that was on the shelf. She watched in amazement as it swung open and revealed a hidden room. The light turned on automatically and she realized why Vegeta wanted to go into this room.In the middle was a large regeneration tank. She had secretly watched several times as severely injured soldiers healed in these tanks. "Aha." She said dully and ran back to drag the now half-unconscious prince into the room. She opened the flap of the tank with the push of a button and helped him to sit inside. Then she took off the top and pants of his tracksuit and began to sweat on the side, not just because of the exertion. The Saiyan was quite heavy despite his size and the fact that he was almost unconscious made it difficult for her. When she took it off, however, she got that cozy tug in her abdomen again. Now in the light she had a perfect view of his, albeit damaged, body. He really didn't have an ounce of fat and, unlike nappa, the muscular body suited him. He had now closed his eyes and was only vaguely aware of her undressing him and carefully attaching the probes to his skin.Her hands were so warm, her touch so gentle ...


He didn't even know that. He had always associated touch with pain and struggle and now he suddenly noticed that there was another way. He slowly drifted into unconsciousness under her touch and no longer noticed how she breathed a kiss on his cheek before she put the breathing mask on him. Then she got out of the tank, closed the hatch and pressed the power button. With a dreamy and sad smile, she watched as the tank filled with the green liquid and his otherwise stubborn hair gently floated with the movements of the liquid. * He looks really cute. Kind of relaxed. But he still looks so angry, he is certainly innate. * she thought and then the computer announced that the recovery time was two hours. She supported herself with her elbows and watched the prince heal. She could have stood there forever to watch him.She didn't know why, but she liked him, the way he gave orders, the way he talked to his soldiers, the way he walked, the way he ate, the way he ignored her when she refilled him with wine or just like him she looked at. Especially earlier, when he stood trembling in front of the door. Skeije thought she saw a pleading expression, along with the greed that still seemed to control him. And now he was so weak and lying in front of her in a tank. She could just stop the oxygen flow now and kill him without