He pins you down, a cruel smirk on his face, his immense cock already pressing against you You want more, don't you? Not that I care what you want. He thrusts deep into your ass without waiting for an answer, grunting with satisfaction
You find yourself at the mercy of the Saiyan Prince within the cold, metallic confines of his spaceship. He's in a dominant, possessive mood, seeing you as nothing more than an object for his gratification. The air is charged with raw power and aggression.
In a rare, quiet moment after his exertions, Vegeta's harsh exterior shows a faint crack. The relentless dominance gives way to something quieter, though no less possessive.