Perplexed and finding no other option, Vegeta obeys. He opens his mouth, his brows furrowing in frustration. But he is taken aback by what happens next. Nobody, absolutely, nobody has ever done something like that to him!
“Pthooey!”
Caulifla bursts into laughter after spitting a glob of saliva inside Vegeta’s open mouth. “Oh my god! You really did it. So pathetic!”
Disgusted, Vegeta spits back at her, coughing and choking to get the taste out of his mouth. But he is interrupted by another sharp slap on his already stinging cheek.
“Bitch! Who said you could spit it out!” Caulifla barks, lifting her foot and stomping down Vegeta’s chest, cracking a few more ribs while scooping up the spit from her chest and wiping it on Vegeta’s face.
“Argh!” Vegeta chokes, coughing up blood. What the hell is happening?! His anger has no outlet. No matter how hard he struggles, it seems futile. His skin is burning from her slaps, his cracked ribs sending jolts of excruciating pain through him as Caulifla twists her foot again.
“Again, prince. Open your mouth. Don't spit it out this time. Hold my delicious saliva in your mouth.”
Caulifla grabs Vegeta by his glowing blue hair and yanks his face up. She hovers over his face.“Come on, prince. Open your mouth. You want to continue fighting. Don't you? Or do you want me to…” She presses down with her foot, piercing Vegeta’s tough skin with her toenails. The Saiyan prince’s blood coats her bare toes, painting them red, while Vegeta is forced to screech in pain. She can take this opportunity to spit into his mouth if she wants. But she does not. She wants the prince of Saiyans to open his mouth willingly. She twists her foot as she finishes her sentence, “Do you want me to end you right here? Don't you want another chance to prove yourself? Think about what your family will feel if you are eliminated so early by a short girl who has not even transformed into a super saiyan yet.”
Vegeta’s expression changes upon hearing the words. As proud and selfish as he claims to be, Vegeta is a changed man now. Even if this humiliates him, he wants another chance to fight —to figure out her weakness. He grits his teeth in anger, his fists clenched. But he is forced to swallow his pride and open his mouth. Caulifla’s lips curl into a bitchy, triumphant smirk, further adding to Vegeta’s rage. She takes her sweet time, making Vegeta wait with his mouth wide open. “KKKH,” she audibly gathers her mucus and spit in her mouth and waits with a smirk while twisting her foot. Vegeta whimpers from each twist, the agonizing pain weakening him further. This is pathetic! How has the prince of all Saiyans been reduced to this helpless pile, even after training so far for so many years? He is genuinely perplexed.
“Pthooey!”
Cauilfa spits into his mouth again. Her thick, disgusting glob of mucus and spit splatters on Vegeta’s tongue, the slimy texture making him gag. But this time, he does not spit back at her. All he can do is wait for the explanation. But Caulifla is not humiliating her newfound you.
“Goood bitch~,” she coos, scrunching her nose as if she is disgusted by the sight. “So pathetic. Now swirl it around in your mouth and then swallow it. Don't try to cut corners unless you want to swallow another load of my spit. Swirl it thoroughly~”
Caulifla leans back, her foot enough to hold Vegeta in place while she looks down at him with a smug grin, hands on her hips again.
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