Vegeta just stared after her, puzzled, but then shrugged his shoulders and went back to his meal. When he had finally finished off everything, he went to Skeije, grabbed the frightened slave by the hip and carried her into the dining room.


"If you're going to eat with me, you have to clear up too, that's what you slaves are for, after all! Come on, and woe betide you mess!" Ordered the prince and grinned at her again nastily. Skeije just glared at him indignantly, but then lifted her chin, offended and proud, and began to put the plates on one of the carts, which she then brought into the room where the food had come from. Vegeta couldn't help grinning when he saw her react. It was going to be fun, at least it wouldn't get boring, although he could think of better ways to pass the time. While she continued to push the carts out of the dining room, he ran into his study. When he found what he was looking for, he held it to himself and pulverized it.Grinning nastily, he left the room and went to train.


Skeije had meanwhile finished her "work" and ran back into the prince's workroom. However, when she looked at her chair, she immediately noticed what was missing. The tracksuit was gone. There was a dark spot in front of the armchair and when she knelt down and touched it, she noticed that it was ash. *Why did he do that? Well wait Vegeta, you will still be amazed! *, at first she had looked at the ground very dismayed, but now she had a malicious grin on her face and slowly got up. That the prince was training could not be ignored. Loud noises came from his training room, evidence of splintering stone and dented metal. Vegeta would train for a few more hours, so it was wrong to start the plan now. She lay back on the sofa and decided to doze a little longer.


In the meantime, Vegeta was busy shooting the combat robots and giving them heavy kicks and blows.There was really nothing wrong with adopting some races' technology, and that for his training room wasn't without it. The walls were heavily reinforced and a strong force field prevented the lock from shaking if he shot a little too hard. Even the explosion of the room would not damage any of the adjoining rooms, only the loud noise would testify to it. In addition, temperature and gravity can be changed as desired, which is very practical for his training. The training room for the other fighters was nowhere near as modern "furnished" as his. Now he hit one of the robots at 200 G and thought, grinning, of what he had done with his old tracksuit about 2½ hours ago. He didn't know how the woman would react to that, but he was very excited about it. Would she cry Would she yell at him? Or would she march past him in a huff and ignore him?


The person he was thinking about was still on the sofa, asleep.It would stay that way for another 2 hours. At the end of the said time, she got up, yawning, and stretched. * Everything works much better if you sleep well! Now, fresh to work! * she thought, grinning again, went through Vegeta's room and looked around it thoroughly. The prince's holy realm was quite large, a huge four-poster bed against one wall, soft blue-black carpet, a huge window front, and a second door. Determined she ran towards it and found that she was right, the bathroom. It was rectangular and almost as big as his bedroom. In the front part a huge bathtub was set into the floor, which was more like a pool. Right next to the door was a lounger and white terry cloth rugs on the dark blue and silver mottled tiles at regular intervals. The wall tiles on the left front were put together in a splendid pattern. There was a similar pattern on the right wall, but it included a door, the hallway door she'd used the last time.She ran a few, or rather many, steps into the room and finally reached the edge of the tub. When she looked around, however, she couldn't see a tap or anything, so she got up again and looked around inquiringly. There, at the other end of the bathroom, was a terminal attached to a half-height partition. She turned it on and found that the icons were pretty simple. It set 41 ° C (). Then she grabbed one of the bottles that were on the table next to the terminal and sniffed each one. When she found the right scent, she poured some of it into the huge basin and put the bottle back. The shower was in the back of the bathroom, so willy-nilly he had to pass the tub to get there. It certainly took a while until the water was in the tub and she was also sure that Vegeta would spend a few more hours in his training room.

* So there is still enough time! * she thought with a grin and left the bathroom. In his room she opened one of the large wardrobes and discovered that it was full of dark blue tracksuits. Happily, she pulled one out and smelled it. Then she grimaced, he didn't smell of him, what a shame. She put it back and closed the closet. She decided she had sniffed enough and ran back to the bathroom. The tub wasn't even a quarter full and so she decided to rest a little on the lounger. It had to be afternoon by now and it had started to rain, only now did she notice that the roof of the bathroom was shaped like a dome and was completely transparent. She smiled, that's how she used to want her own bathroom. Lying in the hot tub in winter and watching the snow fall, simply beautiful. Or like now, when the rain pelted the glass and you knew yourself that you were dry.In summer it had to be wonderful to bathe in a luxury bathtub under almost the open sky, how romantic. Only now did she notice how absurd it was all, sure Vegeta hadn't even noticed how nice his bathroom actually was.


She remembered her plan at the thought and jumped up to listen at the door to the training room. It was still cracking and rumbling loudly, but now at less frequent intervals. She estimated his training time to be about an hour and a half. To make everything perfect, she still had to shower and do her hair. So she ran back into the bathroom and took a quick shower. As a precaution, she put the things on the chair next to the door; they weren't allowed to get wet, otherwise he would become suspicious.


When she took a closer look at the cupboards in the bathroom, she couldn't believe her eyes when she actually discovered a hair dryer. Happily, she turned it on and began to dry her hair.When her purple mane was finally dry after an hour, she took one of the long cloths that served as a belt and tied it so high that it would not get wet again afterwards in the water. She hadn't bothered to get dressed again and was now walking naked through Vegeta's bedroom into the reception room. Then she let the other belts, her skirt, the loose top and finally, in front of the door of the bathroom, her panties fall from the training room, from which only a faint thump and wheezing could be heard at regular intervals. She was just imagining how Vegeta, like a hungry stray, would follow the trail of their things and his eyes would get bigger and bigger when she heard the door of the training room open and someone stomped out. Then everything was quiet, he didn't move any further. Skeije grinned and quietly closed the bathroom door. She would have loved to see his face now, but that wasn't possible.

Vegeta now really stood wide-eyed in front of the training room and stared at the piece of cloth at his feet. It worked feverishly in his head. What was that supposed to mean? Was that her revenge for burning the old scrap? In slow motion he bent down and picked up the cloth. As if in a trance, he closed his eyes and smelled them. It smelled so good, not just because of its hormones, it didn't just smell of women, it just smelled good. He ran slowly and picked up the pieces of cloth. He paid the same attention to each of them as he got hotter and hotter and he almost couldn't stand the tingling inside him anymore. She was in his bathroom, he could feel her aura. Yes, she was there, she was naked and she was his ...


Little did Hugh know that his plan was getting completely out of hand.






TBC




Well, I didn't find the part that great, kind of boring. But I hope you liked it anyway and you write me a lot of nice commies!



Peppi