Vegeta sat on the edge of his bed, attempting to slow his rapid heartbeat. "A warrior must never lose his head", his father always said to him. He repeated the saying over and over in his head as his fists clenched the bedsheets in a death grip. His engorged penis throbbed painfully under his training suit. Why couldn't he get that image to banish from his mind?

That woman's breasts swaying in rhythm to Raditz merciless thrusts. Her skin as white and smooth as the prized vases his mother only used for the finest occasions. The animalistic noises she made, her sharp intake of breath before she cried out beneath him. The stench of the sweat, sex, and blood. Oddly enough, it was comparable to battles he had been in before. The act he had seen before him didn't seem completely gentle or kind, it was almost as if Raditz had been grappling the female, dominating her to his will. "Who had won? Do you win at something like mating?", the young prince pondered.

He sighed angrily as he glared at his member. He certainly couldn't face his comrades with a raging boner. This had to be taken care of.

He lay himself back onto his bed and slipped his pants down to his ankles. He abruptly spit on his hand and slowly wrapped his hand around himself. He started a slow, steady rhythm as he began to picture the beautiful Saiyan woman in his mind.

What would she do to him if she was here? She would kneel before him, as she should before her prince. "What would my master like?", she'd purr to him, a devilish spark forming behind her jet black pupils.

"Please your prince," he'd gruffly command her as he grabbed a handful of her long silky hair. She'd smile slyly before taking him whole into her mouth. Vegeta inhaled sharply as he increased the rhythm of his hand on his member. Her mouth would be wet and warm, with her soft kitten tongue gently rolling itself over his cock. With this thought, more precum dripped from the top of the young prince's shaft, leisurely rolling over his knuckles. She'd easily take him deeper into her mouth, his warmth hitting the back of her throat.

Still, this was nothing but a fantasy. He was painfully aware he was sadly pumping his cock in his rough, callous hand like a pathetic juvenile. He needed a more removed instrument.

Vegeta, flipped himself onto his knees, supporting himself with his forearms. His tail snaked forward and tightly wrapped itself around his member. Vegeta gasped aloud. His tail was much more controlled and nimble than his clumsy hands could ever hope to be. He grabbed the bedsheets between his fangs as he quickened the pace at which he stroked his member.

"So soft," he mumbled, "just like... just like her..."

He would fuck her. He would ram his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. He would pound into her as she cried his name for more. He would rut her mercilessly until she cried out underneath him as he spilled his seed into her quivering body. Vegeta's heart rate thudded like a war drum as he pushed himself closer and closer to the precipice. Tiny orbs of lights danced behind his eyelids as he edged closer to eruption. He cried out as he suddenly ejaculated over his bedsheets, his knees shaking from pleasure. He rolled onto his side, breathing heavily, enjoying the faint afterglow of orgasm. He was so preoccupied that he failed to notice the door of his chambers creak open.

"Ouji sama?", a tiny voiced squeaked.

Vegeta's head whipped around like lightning. In the entrance to his room stood a crimson-faced maid, her cleaning supplies strewn at her feet where she had dropped them in shock. He felt a burning heat rush to his face as he hastily grabbed a pillow to cover his shame. "What the hell are you doing in here you whore?!", he roared at her.

"Ouji sama, forgive me... I knocked... There was no answer", the wide-eyed maid stammered.

"Just get the fuck out of here!", he screamed at the intruder. She quickly spun around, and stumbled into the hallway.

Vegata slammed the door behind her and collapsed onto the floor, leaning his back against his bed. She had seen him. She had seen him with his semen crusted tail, his soaked sheets, pleasuring himself like a fool! How was he going to live this down? She would most certainly talk, all servants had in their pathetic, meaningless lives was gossip.

The young prince rested his hands in his head, trying desperately to think of an excuse that would allow him to never leave this room again.