The Canary's Secret

Prologue: The Lion's Roar

Warning: The following fanfiction contains explicit sexual content and rough depictions of sex. Reader discretion is advised.

This is in Vegeta's POV. Subsequent chapters will be in Bulma's POV.

"Welcome home, my Lord."

Her tone held utmost respect and devotion, but Vegeta had known her long enough to know when she put on a show. He plucked her from a clan he conquered on a whim when she was a small child. On that night, covered in the blood of her parents, she met his eyes with hatred, not fear. It would have been a shame to extinguish a flame like that.

And now, fifteen years later, her beauty earned her a spot as his first woman.

As his first, he was keen to show her off. She wore only a sliver of sheer fabric that draped over her shoulder and covered only one breast. It wrapped around her tiny waist, emphasizing her hourglass figure, and trailed behind her in a long train. She wore nothing to cover her mound. It was a taunt to him, a dare to come and take her as he pleased. He only indulged himself occasionally with her. She was something to be savored.

The inches of skin not covered with the scarf were littered with jewels. Her long hair came down to her knees and was the color of the ocean, a rarity he'd never seen anywhere else in the world. When she stood at his side, he could see the looks of envy among his men. And he could tell she knew her effect on men. She stood proudly over them and mocked their desire for her. She had no fear of telling him what she thought. She never once complained about his chosen attire for her. Her only concern lay in the jewels she wore.

He knew she still hated him. When she looked him in the eye as they coupled, he could see the hatred of the past fifteen years brewing, same as that one night, not one iota less. That beautiful flame still burned bright.

He unsnapped his armor. Normally this would be the job of his slave, but with her, he preferred to exert his dominance. Letting her do something like that would give her power over him. He set his armor on the stand and stripped naked.

Her lips twisted to a teasing smile. "You seem happy to be home."

"Get over here," he ordered.

Her anklets clanged with each step. She stopped in front of him, staring into his eyes with that mocking expression she seemed to develop as of late. In the months he was away, her body returned to normal. He trailed his fingertips down her arm and grasped the multitudes of jeweled bangles at her wrist, sliding them off her hands. They fell to the floor in a loud clang.

"You know I hate you wearing jewelry on my return."

"Then stop giving them to me."

He grabbed a necklace and pulled, snapping the tiny chain, sending the rich sapphires to the floor. She kept a calm expression on her face. She seemed to know him exerts at dominance were mere words at this point. He both adored and despised that aspect of her. He grabbed her chin and squeezed. "Do you mock me?"

"I only speak the truth. If you can't handle it, then you are the weak one."

Hearing the word weak set off a fire inside him. He grabbed the belted chains around her waist and snapped them in two.

"Stop ruining my things."

"They are mine, just as you are mine. Have you forgotten that I am your prince?" She glared. He fought a smile. There it is. His erection ached seeing her fierce expression. He tangled his hand in her hair and held her face up to him. "Who am I?"

"You are my sun and moon, my only master in this world." The words came out flat and rehearsed. He tugged on her hair. She flinched.

"Say it again."

"You are my sun and moon," she grunted, hissing as he pulled on her hair with each word.

"And?"

"My only master in this world."

He relaxed his hold and kissed her. "If you'd say it correctly the first time, I wouldn't have to do this." He took her lips again, kissing her without regard to a tender reunion. He grabbed the loose breast and squeezed. She had her hands on his chest, trying to push him away. He knew this game she played. She tried to push him away, but she kissed him with equal vigor.

He placed his fingers at her entrance and pushed them inside easily. Her body visually stiffened, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of a moan. She rarely did. "You missed me," he stated. He took his fingers out and licked them. She was the only woman he deemed worthy of tasting. That harsh sweetness on his tongue was exquisite under her angry gaze.

"I prayed every day you died in battle."

He laughed and put his arm around her waist, drawing her close. "You lie."

She spit on his chest.

He put his hand around her slender neck and squeezed. "You should know better than to disrespect me like that." She kept that fierce gaze on him. His cocked throbbed. He pushed her to the floor. "I will not ask."

She kept her eyes on him and crawled to him. He licked his lips as she took him in her hand. She squeezed it roughly, obviously attempting to cause him pain, and on any other day he would have slapped her for the indiscretion. Being gone for months weakened him to her touch. She opened her mouth and took his head inside, swirling her tongue over him the way he liked. He closed his eyes and let her pleasure him.

She bobbed her head over him, sliding him down the tight recess of her throat. Her hands wiggled between his legs and rubbed his prostate. He felt the pressure of an orgasm coming, until a sharp pain hit him. He kicked her chest. "I told you not to use your teeth!"

She coughed and spit out the remnants of her saliva. When she looked at him, he knew she did it on purpose. Her angry eyes had a hint of satisfaction to them.

He reached behind him and pulled off the heavy glove of his armor. Her eyes widened slightly. A trickle of satisfaction ran through him. She hadn't received a punishment this bad in a long time. She grew too cocky for his tastes. She was his slave, in the end, even if she was the first, even if he gave into her whims like an old lover.

He grabbed her hair and dragged her to the bed. "Bend over."

She obeyed without a complaint, probably to lessen her punishment. Unfortunately for her, she needed this lesson. He pushed aside the sheer fabric, baring her heart shaped ass. He slapped his hand against her. She didn't make a sound. Her ass cheek was pink where he struck her. He frowned. He seemed to be holding back. He swung his hand with all his strength. The smack of the heavy leather hitting her skin echoed in their room. She grunted.

"You've been a bad girl today," he said before slapping her other cheek. "Being the first does not give you rights to disobey me." When his hand hit the tender red flesh, she whimpered. The beautifully erotic sound emboldened his cock. He could see her tender lips glisten with her arousal.

He spanked her again. She cried out. He hit her in rapid succession, delighting in each whimper of pain she let out. When both cheeks were a crimson red, he took off the glove, throwing it in front of her face. "Turn around."

She lay on her back, blue hair strewn all around her. Her flushed face held no marks of tears. She never cried, no matter how much pain he caused her. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. He moaned as her tight folds squeezed him. He leaned over her and sucked on her nipple as he fucked her.

He felt her hands around his neck. He looked up at her, at those blue eyes fierce with anger. She squeezed. He smiled as his body became aflame with pleasure. As his sight became blurry, he pulled her hands off his neck. She fought his hold, trying to bring her hands back to him. She wasn't nearly as strong as him. She knew her efforts were futile. But her continued attempts aroused him further. He leaned over her and slammed his hips against her.

When he kissed her, he felt her tongue inside his mouth. He shuddered as she twisted her tongue around his. They broke apart, panting, a single sliver of saliva uniting their open mouths. He grunted and pushed her legs up to her chest. The edges of her ass were still a bright red. He pushed himself inside her slowly, enjoying watching him go in and out of her. His cock was slick with her juices. He put her legs on his shoulders and entered her achingly slow. He could feel each tremble of her body as he entered.

Despite her disobedience, it had been months since he had her. Their reunion should not be marred by her punishment. He parted the rich hair on her mound and squeezed her clit between his fingers. Her back arched as a high pitched cry left her. He smiled and continued taunting her by pinching her nub and slowly fucking her.

"Listen to yourself." He laughed as her face contorted to something between rage and pleasure. Such a beautiful expression he rarely was privileged to see. "You like it, don't you? The huge cock of your prince inside you?"

"I hate you!"

Her words were accented with the squeals of her pleasure. He could tell by her quick breaths she was close. A rush of excitement ignited him. He pulled back his hand and slapped her. The moment his hand hit her cheek, he felt her tighten around him.

"Vegeta!" she screamed.

He grunted and continued pounding her. She screamed his name over and over with each thrust. In that moment, she truly belonged to him. His howl of pleasure joined hers as he spilled his seed inside her.

He collapsed on her. The only sounds between them were their heavy breaths.