Sooner Than Expected
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By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
Vejiita watched the happy little Nameks circle around that stupid blue-haired onna. He scowled. The fools were watching the female play with some stupid leaves. 'Idiots.' Kakarotto was gone as was Furiza. Both would be killed when that worthless planet blew. Yet, these fools persisted in their foolish hopes that the brain-damaged idiot would survive. He snorted. What rubbish. Kakarotto was as good as dead.
He continued to watch as the group gasped and the blue-haired female sniffled. His lip curled in disgust. Weaklings. All of them. Crying over that pathetic fool. She wasn't injured. She was safe on her home planet playing with goddamn leaves. What could she possibly be crying about? Kakarotto isn't worth the energy and yet the foolish onna persisted in her irritating tears.
He growled softly. She was on Namek and survived alone while everyone else fought. That, he grudgingly admitted, showed her strength. She survived that planet with an almost non-existent ki level. Yet, now, she was bawling over someone who was going to die a warrior's death. They should celebrate his courage and strength, forgetting his stupidity, of course. They shouldn't mourn the soft idiot.
He snarled and turned away from her annoying tears. Why the hell did he care she was weak? Why should it matter to him what the hell she chose to waste her energy on?
He looked up at the sound of light footsteps. His jaw clenched as he watched the female walk up to him, all traces of her tears gone save the slight sadness that lingered in her ocean blue eyes. He scowled. 'Why the hell am I paying attention to her eyes?'
"Vejiita?" she called softly, her melodic voice causing him to grind his teeth.
"Hn," he grunted.
She looked at the ground silently and Vejiita stared angrily at the top of her head. The damn female was about an inch shorter than he was, fortunately. 'Finally, someone shorter than I am who isn't a damn brat.' He blinked. 'What the fuck am I thinking?'
"Well, Onna? Are you going to speak or just stand there staring at the fucking grass?" he barked angrily.
She sighed and looked up at him, her eyes still revealing her sadness, but now showing her fear as well.
"What? Scared, Onna?" he sneered with a smirk. "You should be, fool. Go away if you aren't going to speak. I'm getting tired of looking at your hideous face."
She glared at him despite her fear and Vejiita could feel the anger radiate off her. 'So, the little female has a temper.' He smirked. "Well?"
"You are a first-class asshole, Vejiita," she hissed, shaking a fist at him.
He laughed cruelly and caught her tiny fist in his large hand, blinking at the small shock he felt shoot through his arm as he touched her. He pushed it away and pulled the wide-eyed female closer to him by her captured fist. Nose to nose, he smirked. "Don't do that if you don't intend to use it," he said.
She snarled and yanked her hand away from his loose grip, pulled it back, and threw a punch at his face.
Vejiita caught it again and chuckled. "You'll never hurt anyone hitting like that. You're liable to break your fist." He used his other hand and unclenched her fist, repositioning it. He then pushed it against his palm. "Hit like this."
He watched as she blinked in confusion and stared at his hand that held her fist. He released her and crossed his arms. "Going to try again, weakling?"
She blinked at him, obviously completely confused at his actions. He smirked as he watched her mentally struggle to comprehend his motives.
"Are you going to tell me why you came over here or are you going to try and hit me again?" He laughed cruelly. "As futile as trying to attack me is." When she growled, he laughed harder. "Gods, Onna, you sound Saiyajin," he gasped out, still laughing. "But what an ugly Saiyajin you'd make. What the hell is up with that hideous blue hair, anyway?"
She snarled. "I'll have you know my unique hair color is considered beautiful, Vejiita!" She clenched her fists and punched him in the jaw, the way he had shown her, and gasped when she connected. She shook her hurting fist, cradling it in one hand, backing away from the Saiyajin no Ouji.
Vejiita blinked and looked at the Onna who stared at him, her wide-eyes filled with fear. He scowled at her, taking a step towards her.
Suddenly, the half-breed brat of Kakarotto's appeared between the blue-haired female and Vejiita, standing in a defensive stance. The Namek walked over softly and stood silently off to the side. Vejiita growled.
"Buruma-san, hitting Vejiita wasn't very smart. He'd kill you," the brat told her.
Vejiita laughed and picked up the boy by the front of his borrowed armor. "Brat, killing her wouldn't even be worth the little energy it would take."
Gohan glared at Vejiita. "Just leave her alone, Vejiita. She can't hurt you."
Vejiita snarled and threw the kid to the side. "Do not dictate orders to me, half-breed. Of course she can't hurt me." He smirked and grabbed the female by the back of her neck, bringing her nose-to-nose with him again. "I owe you, Onna," he told her quietly. He could feel the brat rush to interfere but the Namek stopped him. Vejiita frowned. 'He's so sure I won't hurt the Onna.'
"Buruma-san!" Gohan called trying to rush forward again, but was still restrained by Piccolo. Vejiita smirked at him.
He pulled the Onna closer to him, continuing to smirk at her. "You hit me, Onna," he said quietly.
Her eyes widened in fear and she trembled slightly in his grasp.
He snarled. "Knock it off! If I wanted you dead, I'd have killed you already." He paused. "You are a quick learner, Onna. I actually felt that. It didn't hurt, mind you, actually tickled, but I felt it. I must say I'm impressed."
She blinked in surprise. "Thank you," she whispered softly.
He smirked lightly and released her, walking away. He could feel her gaze burning into his back and he repressed the urge to turn around.
That Onna made him feel funny. And he didn't like it. She had decked him and yet she lives. Hell, he had even praised the stupid female. 'What is fucking wrong with me?' He cursed inwardly. She shouldn't have affected him, outside of making him angry, of course. But he found the little argument, to his horror, actually amusing. He had enjoyed teasing her. He growled. He could still smell that flowery scent she had, as well as that scent that was uniquely her. He was even horrified to find he enjoyed those pleasant odors. She was nothing but a foolish, stupid, irritating, over-emotional, weak female! Why would he care how the hell she smelled?
'Gods, what is wrong with me?'
~~~
He glanced at the assembled group irritably. They were wailing that Kakarotto couldn't be wished back. What morons.
"Earth has a check in station, doesn't it? Wish Kakarotto there and then wish him back," he snarled from his vantage point by the tree.
He soon found himself the center of the same blue-haired female's attention. She gazed at him in amazement and pleasure. He growled. "Wow, you're a genius, Vejiita," she told him. "I'm impressed."
He grunted and looked away from her gaze. He glanced up when he saw a pair of white boots enter his line of sight and scowled at the half-breed.
"Thank you," the kid said, offering his hand. Vejiita slapped it away angrily and glared at him. The kid walked away.
The female turned to him again. "Vejiita-chan!" she called and he looked at her in horror.
"Vejiita-chan?" he repeated softly to himself. What in the hell is wrong with her?
"You'll need a place to stay, too. You can stay with me. We have plenty of room."
"Humph," he grunted and turned away. Stay with her? Was she completely insane? He had tried to kill all her friends, tried to destroy her planet! Hell, he *had* killed some of her friends. What in the hell was she thinking? She was completely daffy. She had to be.
"Hey, lighten up! It's no fun being serious all the time. You are kind of cute!"
"Kind of cute?" he repeated dumbly, his eyes wide. What did she do, hit her head or something? Vejiita no Ouji was *not* cute!
She laughed and turned away to mess with some contraption called a phone. He watched her silently. He just didn't understand that stupid female. She was completely insane. She called him, Vejiita no Ouji, destroyer of entire races, cute? She was supposed to fear him, not... call him cute, damn it! What did she hope to gain from that?
A loud sound filled the clearing and Vejiita looked up to see a yellow flying ship. He blinked. The thing was incredibly funny looking. What the hell?
It landed and the door opened. A psychotic female took off running out of it and into the group of Nameks. Vejiita stared at her. "Gohan!" she called loudly.
Vejiita's eyes widened. She wanted the half-breed? The rabid behavior she displayed suggested that this was the boy's mother. His eyes followed her over to the brat. That means that this female was Kakarotto's mate...
He laughed suddenly. This loud, psychotic harpy was that brain-damaged, softhearted fool's mate? It was just too funny. He watched her scold the boy, who was looking down at his feet. He laughed harder. Kakarotto, who defeated Furiza, the most powerful being in the universe, mated the rabid, loud, ugly, human female that insisted on scolding a boy that could probably destroy her without effort? A son who could display power almost equal to his own, and the brat stood there cowering. He laughed harder, finding the situation positively hilarious! Two of the strongest warriors in the universe cowed by a human female who acted like a rabid dog!
He felt the blue-haired Onna come up beside him and felt her confusion. He ignored her and continued to laugh, almost hysterically.
Kakarotto's mate wasn't hideous, he supposed. Saiyajin-like coloring, which isn't a surprise, but she wasn't anything spectacular to look at. Just there. And she had the personality of a harpy. Gods, what the hell did Kakarotto see in her? She carried herself like a fighter, but with that attitude... He fell to the ground, holding his stomach, laughing harder.
How did she and that naive fool, Kakarotto, actually mate to conceive the half-breed? He nearly giggled at the thought of how she convinced the innocent fool to actually mate. Vejiita didn't think Kakarotto understood mating. He clutched the ground rolling on his back, nearly choking on his laughter. He couldn't even picture the moronic fool thinking about mating, let alone actually performing the act!
"What's so funny, Vejiita?" Buruma asked, kneeling beside the seriously amused Saiyajin.
He opened an eye to look at her and her completely surprise, and somewhat worried, expression sent him into gales of laughter again.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He stiffened and grasped her small hand with his gloved one, yanking on it. He grunted as her weight fell on him. He opened his eyes in surprise and blinked when he found her sitting on his stomach, her free hand resting against the ground, and their clasped hands on his armored chest.
She blinked rabidly in shock and a little fear when she realized the position they were in. She opened her mouth to speak but never got the chance.
"Buruma?" a feminine voice interrupted softly.
"Chichi?"
Vejiita looked at the female behind him upside down. He saw Kakarotto's mate and cracked up again.
Buruma looked down at him. "What's so funny, Vejiita?"
"That's Vejiita?!" Kakarotto's mate yelled shrilly, causing Vejiita to wince. The blue-haired one nodded.
The half-breed looked between the laughing Vejiita and the confused female on his stomach, his eyes wide. "Buruma-san? What's up with him? And why are you holding his hand?"
Chichi gasped and looked at the two of them in horror. "Buruma! What are you doing? That monster tried to kill Goku and my baby boy!"
Vejiita laughed harder and he could feel the blue-haired female's gaze on him. The more Kakarotto's mate talked, the funnier he found it.
"Hey, Vejiita? Want to share what you find so funny?" Buruma asked a little irritated.
He opened his eyes and smirked. "I find it absolutely hilarious that this harpy," he said, pointing to Chichi, "is Kakarotto's mate."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" the dark-haired female screamed.
Vejiita blinked at the visible ki that stormed around her and then cracked up again.
"Vejiita? Are you okay?" Buruma asked as he continued to laugh.
"I'm fucking perfect, Onna! I just found out the only other Saiyajin alive has mated with a psychotic harpy! She isn't even that pretty," he added with a smirk. "What the hell was Kakarotto thinking? He must curse his decision to mate her every moment. No wonder he died on Namek! I wouldn't want to come home to that either!"
"Vejiita!" Buruma exclaimed, looking at the enraged woman behind him nervously. She leaned away from the other female, causing her to lose her balance and she fell backwards between his legs. Her free hand clutched his thigh as she pulled herself up.
Suddenly, Chichi laughed. Vejiita and Buruma looked up at her in shock. "You're just jealous."
Vejiita blinked. "Say what? Jealous of Kakarotto for having a loud, disrespectful, ugly, crazy mate like you?" He cracked up again. "Right!"
Chichi smirked. "You're jealous of my husband for many reasons. He defeated you; he's stronger than you. And he's not alone. He is loved by all of us, while everyone wishes that you had not been brought here. Everyone wishes you were dead, Vejiita. Just leave Earth. You aren't wanted."
Vejiita shook slightly with rage, his eyes narrowing at the female who stood above him.
"Chichi, you go too far," Buruma put in quickly, much to Vejiita's surprise.
He glanced at the woman who was still half on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the female behind him. Her free hand still resting softly on his upper thigh. She glanced at him then, meeting his eyes for a moment, her eyes troubled.
"I didn't go too far, Buruma. He's a monster. He tried to kill everyone here. It's just the plain truth. No one would care if he dropped dead right here. When my husband gets back and kills him, everyone will be happy. You know it's the truth, Buruma."
He tensed up angrily, glaring at Kakarotto's mate. He pointed at the woman with his free hand. Buruma gasped and clutched his thigh tightly. "Vejiita, don't."
Vejiita snarled and powered up a ball into his hand, ignoring the female still in his lap.
The dark-haired onna glared at him. "Go ahead, Vejiita. Kill me. Prove what a heartless monster you are."
He chuckled cruelly. "I never claimed to be anything else."
Buruma grasped the hand that was powering up, screaming out in pain as the ki burned away at her hand.
Vejiita dispelled the ball immediately. "Onna! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you suicidal?" he roared.
She whimpered, cradling her hand. Vejiita sat up suddenly, knocking her completely between his legs. He grasped her wrist lightly, examining her injured hand. The skin had been nearly burned off. She was trembling and tears leaked from her eyes, but she didn't make a sound outside of a faint whimper every occasionally when he moved her hand. "Stupid Onna," he growled softly.
He moved his other hand to the back of her neck. She tensed up and leaned away from him. He scowled. "Knock it off!" he snapped. She jumped and whimpered as she jarred her hand against his. "Onna, I'm not going to hurt you, just sit still."
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Pressing a pressure point on your neck," he said gruffly, lifting her hair and pressing on her neck.
She gasped. "The pain is gone."
He snorted. "Of course." He glanced behind himself to find Kakarotto's mate and the brat staring at him. He snarled angrily at the female. "Brat, go get that Namek healer boy," he ordered.
"Right," the boy said, moving away.
He narrowed his eyes at Chichi. "Get out of here before I change my mind about killing you," he hissed.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't budge. "And let you hurt Buruma again?"
He growled. "It was her own damn fault. Does it look like I'm hurting her? Get away from me now!" he roared.
She started and walked a few feet away from him, stopping and turning around to watch him. He humphed but ignored her, turning to examine the injured hand in his large one. "Didn't your worthless friends tell you to never grab someone's ki balls, Onna?" he asked gruffly.
She turned wide eyes to her hand. "I've never done that before, but I knew it would hurt."
"You're suicidal," he told her angrily.
She shook her head. "I just couldn't let you kill Chichi."
He snarled.
"What she said wasn't true, Vejiita."
He laughed bitterly. "Yes, it was. Every word is true. But what do I care?"
"Vejiita, Buruma!" Gohan called as he ran over to them, the little green child following close behind him.
Vejiita snarled at the young Namek. "Heal her," he ordered.
Dende gulped and moved closer to the pair cautiously. He looked at her hand in shock. "Buruma-san, what happened?"
"Nothing important, kid," she told the boy, surprising Vejiita.
Chichi snorted from her vantage point a few feet away. "Vejiita hurt her. Nothing important my ass."
"Mom!" Gohan exclaimed, shocked at his mother's language.
Buruma winced. "It was my own fault, Chichi. Just drop it."
"Why would you hurt her, Vejiita? She can't hurt you," the green boy said softly, and a bit nervously.
Vejiita scowled. "Just heal the fool Onna, brat!" he barked.
The young boy jumped and gulped, but placed his hands over her wounded one that still rested securely in Vejiita's large gloved one. A light erupted from the Namek's hand and within moments, it stopped, and the boy removed his hands to reveal her newly healed one. "Buruma-san, it'll probably be tender for a while, the skin is new."
She nodded and flexed her fist. "Thanks, Dende," she said smiling.
Vejiita grunted and moved his hand under her hair, placing his gloved hand on her neck. "I'm going to release the nerve now. It's going to hurt," he warned gruffly, pressing her neck. She gasped in shock and pain, clutching his muscular upper arm tightly. She made no other sound.
After a few moments, she released the breath she was holding in and removed her hand from his arm. He watched her in reluctant admiration. "Better?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Good. Don't ever touch a ki ball again, Onna!"
"Sorry," she mumbled.
He grunted, lifted her off him, and stood up. He set her on her feet beside him and released her, standing to the side with his arms crossed over his chest.
She blinked and looked towards Chichi, placing her hands on her hips. "Chichi, saying those things wasn't very nice. And untrue. Apologize," Buruma ordered.
Chichi gaped. "Excuse me? While I admit the monster surprised me by helping you, he doesn't deserve an apology. Besides, look at him! He doesn't care. He doesn't feel!"
Buruma glared at the younger woman. Gohan stood between them. "Mom, just apologize, please. It was kind of mean," he pointed out.
Vejiita snarled. "I don't care about her stupid apology. Nor do I care about her opinions."
Buruma sighed. "Let's go, guys. We need to get home. Come on, everyone, on the plane!" she called.
Vejiita glowered. "I am *not* riding on that thing."
Buruma giggled. "Don't tell me big, bad Vejiita no Ouji is afraid of flying in an airplane."
He growled. "Feh. Fine. I'll ride on the damn thing."
Buruma beamed at him and turned to Chichi and Gohan. "Ready?"
Gohan nodded but Chichi eyed the arrogant Saiyajin warily. "Is he controllable?"
Vejiita whipped around furiously and stalked towards her. "No one controls me," he hissed. "No one!"
Buruma squeezed herself between them, placing her back to Vejiita. "Chichi, just ignore him and it'll be okay. Just leave him alone."
Chichi glared and stalked away, a silent Gohan following her. Vejiita scowled angrily at Chichi's back. He repressed the urge to destroy the worthless female. She wasn't worth the energy.
"Come on, Vejiita," Buruma said softly, walking towards the large airplane. Vejiita padded after her silently, frowning at her back. He began to notice her rear end and how her cute little ass moved erotically as she walked. He blinked and shook his head. 'What the fuck? Since when did I find such things sexy?'
He walked into the airplane, growling as the Nameks eyed him fearfully. He repressed the urge to say 'boo' and moved to the top floor, sitting in a sit in the corner, away from the other's prying eyes. He crossed his arms and his legs at the ankles, and sat glowering.
He'd stay on this worthless planet until Kakarotto returned. He'd learn the secret of achieving his goal of becoming a Supersaiyajin. Then he would destroy everyone on this worthless planet. Especially that blue-haired Onna. She was dangerous.
~~~
AN: Um, anyone else have a better title? :P *sigh*
Lovies!
Disclaimer: Don't own!! :P
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
Vejiita watched the happy little Nameks circle around that stupid blue-haired onna. He scowled. The fools were watching the female play with some stupid leaves. 'Idiots.' Kakarotto was gone as was Furiza. Both would be killed when that worthless planet blew. Yet, these fools persisted in their foolish hopes that the brain-damaged idiot would survive. He snorted. What rubbish. Kakarotto was as good as dead.
He continued to watch as the group gasped and the blue-haired female sniffled. His lip curled in disgust. Weaklings. All of them. Crying over that pathetic fool. She wasn't injured. She was safe on her home planet playing with goddamn leaves. What could she possibly be crying about? Kakarotto isn't worth the energy and yet the foolish onna persisted in her irritating tears.
He growled softly. She was on Namek and survived alone while everyone else fought. That, he grudgingly admitted, showed her strength. She survived that planet with an almost non-existent ki level. Yet, now, she was bawling over someone who was going to die a warrior's death. They should celebrate his courage and strength, forgetting his stupidity, of course. They shouldn't mourn the soft idiot.
He snarled and turned away from her annoying tears. Why the hell did he care she was weak? Why should it matter to him what the hell she chose to waste her energy on?
He looked up at the sound of light footsteps. His jaw clenched as he watched the female walk up to him, all traces of her tears gone save the slight sadness that lingered in her ocean blue eyes. He scowled. 'Why the hell am I paying attention to her eyes?'
"Vejiita?" she called softly, her melodic voice causing him to grind his teeth.
"Hn," he grunted.
She looked at the ground silently and Vejiita stared angrily at the top of her head. The damn female was about an inch shorter than he was, fortunately. 'Finally, someone shorter than I am who isn't a damn brat.' He blinked. 'What the fuck am I thinking?'
"Well, Onna? Are you going to speak or just stand there staring at the fucking grass?" he barked angrily.
She sighed and looked up at him, her eyes still revealing her sadness, but now showing her fear as well.
"What? Scared, Onna?" he sneered with a smirk. "You should be, fool. Go away if you aren't going to speak. I'm getting tired of looking at your hideous face."
She glared at him despite her fear and Vejiita could feel the anger radiate off her. 'So, the little female has a temper.' He smirked. "Well?"
"You are a first-class asshole, Vejiita," she hissed, shaking a fist at him.
He laughed cruelly and caught her tiny fist in his large hand, blinking at the small shock he felt shoot through his arm as he touched her. He pushed it away and pulled the wide-eyed female closer to him by her captured fist. Nose to nose, he smirked. "Don't do that if you don't intend to use it," he said.
She snarled and yanked her hand away from his loose grip, pulled it back, and threw a punch at his face.
Vejiita caught it again and chuckled. "You'll never hurt anyone hitting like that. You're liable to break your fist." He used his other hand and unclenched her fist, repositioning it. He then pushed it against his palm. "Hit like this."
He watched as she blinked in confusion and stared at his hand that held her fist. He released her and crossed his arms. "Going to try again, weakling?"
She blinked at him, obviously completely confused at his actions. He smirked as he watched her mentally struggle to comprehend his motives.
"Are you going to tell me why you came over here or are you going to try and hit me again?" He laughed cruelly. "As futile as trying to attack me is." When she growled, he laughed harder. "Gods, Onna, you sound Saiyajin," he gasped out, still laughing. "But what an ugly Saiyajin you'd make. What the hell is up with that hideous blue hair, anyway?"
She snarled. "I'll have you know my unique hair color is considered beautiful, Vejiita!" She clenched her fists and punched him in the jaw, the way he had shown her, and gasped when she connected. She shook her hurting fist, cradling it in one hand, backing away from the Saiyajin no Ouji.
Vejiita blinked and looked at the Onna who stared at him, her wide-eyes filled with fear. He scowled at her, taking a step towards her.
Suddenly, the half-breed brat of Kakarotto's appeared between the blue-haired female and Vejiita, standing in a defensive stance. The Namek walked over softly and stood silently off to the side. Vejiita growled.
"Buruma-san, hitting Vejiita wasn't very smart. He'd kill you," the brat told her.
Vejiita laughed and picked up the boy by the front of his borrowed armor. "Brat, killing her wouldn't even be worth the little energy it would take."
Gohan glared at Vejiita. "Just leave her alone, Vejiita. She can't hurt you."
Vejiita snarled and threw the kid to the side. "Do not dictate orders to me, half-breed. Of course she can't hurt me." He smirked and grabbed the female by the back of her neck, bringing her nose-to-nose with him again. "I owe you, Onna," he told her quietly. He could feel the brat rush to interfere but the Namek stopped him. Vejiita frowned. 'He's so sure I won't hurt the Onna.'
"Buruma-san!" Gohan called trying to rush forward again, but was still restrained by Piccolo. Vejiita smirked at him.
He pulled the Onna closer to him, continuing to smirk at her. "You hit me, Onna," he said quietly.
Her eyes widened in fear and she trembled slightly in his grasp.
He snarled. "Knock it off! If I wanted you dead, I'd have killed you already." He paused. "You are a quick learner, Onna. I actually felt that. It didn't hurt, mind you, actually tickled, but I felt it. I must say I'm impressed."
She blinked in surprise. "Thank you," she whispered softly.
He smirked lightly and released her, walking away. He could feel her gaze burning into his back and he repressed the urge to turn around.
That Onna made him feel funny. And he didn't like it. She had decked him and yet she lives. Hell, he had even praised the stupid female. 'What is fucking wrong with me?' He cursed inwardly. She shouldn't have affected him, outside of making him angry, of course. But he found the little argument, to his horror, actually amusing. He had enjoyed teasing her. He growled. He could still smell that flowery scent she had, as well as that scent that was uniquely her. He was even horrified to find he enjoyed those pleasant odors. She was nothing but a foolish, stupid, irritating, over-emotional, weak female! Why would he care how the hell she smelled?
'Gods, what is wrong with me?'
~~~
He glanced at the assembled group irritably. They were wailing that Kakarotto couldn't be wished back. What morons.
"Earth has a check in station, doesn't it? Wish Kakarotto there and then wish him back," he snarled from his vantage point by the tree.
He soon found himself the center of the same blue-haired female's attention. She gazed at him in amazement and pleasure. He growled. "Wow, you're a genius, Vejiita," she told him. "I'm impressed."
He grunted and looked away from her gaze. He glanced up when he saw a pair of white boots enter his line of sight and scowled at the half-breed.
"Thank you," the kid said, offering his hand. Vejiita slapped it away angrily and glared at him. The kid walked away.
The female turned to him again. "Vejiita-chan!" she called and he looked at her in horror.
"Vejiita-chan?" he repeated softly to himself. What in the hell is wrong with her?
"You'll need a place to stay, too. You can stay with me. We have plenty of room."
"Humph," he grunted and turned away. Stay with her? Was she completely insane? He had tried to kill all her friends, tried to destroy her planet! Hell, he *had* killed some of her friends. What in the hell was she thinking? She was completely daffy. She had to be.
"Hey, lighten up! It's no fun being serious all the time. You are kind of cute!"
"Kind of cute?" he repeated dumbly, his eyes wide. What did she do, hit her head or something? Vejiita no Ouji was *not* cute!
She laughed and turned away to mess with some contraption called a phone. He watched her silently. He just didn't understand that stupid female. She was completely insane. She called him, Vejiita no Ouji, destroyer of entire races, cute? She was supposed to fear him, not... call him cute, damn it! What did she hope to gain from that?
A loud sound filled the clearing and Vejiita looked up to see a yellow flying ship. He blinked. The thing was incredibly funny looking. What the hell?
It landed and the door opened. A psychotic female took off running out of it and into the group of Nameks. Vejiita stared at her. "Gohan!" she called loudly.
Vejiita's eyes widened. She wanted the half-breed? The rabid behavior she displayed suggested that this was the boy's mother. His eyes followed her over to the brat. That means that this female was Kakarotto's mate...
He laughed suddenly. This loud, psychotic harpy was that brain-damaged, softhearted fool's mate? It was just too funny. He watched her scold the boy, who was looking down at his feet. He laughed harder. Kakarotto, who defeated Furiza, the most powerful being in the universe, mated the rabid, loud, ugly, human female that insisted on scolding a boy that could probably destroy her without effort? A son who could display power almost equal to his own, and the brat stood there cowering. He laughed harder, finding the situation positively hilarious! Two of the strongest warriors in the universe cowed by a human female who acted like a rabid dog!
He felt the blue-haired Onna come up beside him and felt her confusion. He ignored her and continued to laugh, almost hysterically.
Kakarotto's mate wasn't hideous, he supposed. Saiyajin-like coloring, which isn't a surprise, but she wasn't anything spectacular to look at. Just there. And she had the personality of a harpy. Gods, what the hell did Kakarotto see in her? She carried herself like a fighter, but with that attitude... He fell to the ground, holding his stomach, laughing harder.
How did she and that naive fool, Kakarotto, actually mate to conceive the half-breed? He nearly giggled at the thought of how she convinced the innocent fool to actually mate. Vejiita didn't think Kakarotto understood mating. He clutched the ground rolling on his back, nearly choking on his laughter. He couldn't even picture the moronic fool thinking about mating, let alone actually performing the act!
"What's so funny, Vejiita?" Buruma asked, kneeling beside the seriously amused Saiyajin.
He opened an eye to look at her and her completely surprise, and somewhat worried, expression sent him into gales of laughter again.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He stiffened and grasped her small hand with his gloved one, yanking on it. He grunted as her weight fell on him. He opened his eyes in surprise and blinked when he found her sitting on his stomach, her free hand resting against the ground, and their clasped hands on his armored chest.
She blinked rabidly in shock and a little fear when she realized the position they were in. She opened her mouth to speak but never got the chance.
"Buruma?" a feminine voice interrupted softly.
"Chichi?"
Vejiita looked at the female behind him upside down. He saw Kakarotto's mate and cracked up again.
Buruma looked down at him. "What's so funny, Vejiita?"
"That's Vejiita?!" Kakarotto's mate yelled shrilly, causing Vejiita to wince. The blue-haired one nodded.
The half-breed looked between the laughing Vejiita and the confused female on his stomach, his eyes wide. "Buruma-san? What's up with him? And why are you holding his hand?"
Chichi gasped and looked at the two of them in horror. "Buruma! What are you doing? That monster tried to kill Goku and my baby boy!"
Vejiita laughed harder and he could feel the blue-haired female's gaze on him. The more Kakarotto's mate talked, the funnier he found it.
"Hey, Vejiita? Want to share what you find so funny?" Buruma asked a little irritated.
He opened his eyes and smirked. "I find it absolutely hilarious that this harpy," he said, pointing to Chichi, "is Kakarotto's mate."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" the dark-haired female screamed.
Vejiita blinked at the visible ki that stormed around her and then cracked up again.
"Vejiita? Are you okay?" Buruma asked as he continued to laugh.
"I'm fucking perfect, Onna! I just found out the only other Saiyajin alive has mated with a psychotic harpy! She isn't even that pretty," he added with a smirk. "What the hell was Kakarotto thinking? He must curse his decision to mate her every moment. No wonder he died on Namek! I wouldn't want to come home to that either!"
"Vejiita!" Buruma exclaimed, looking at the enraged woman behind him nervously. She leaned away from the other female, causing her to lose her balance and she fell backwards between his legs. Her free hand clutched his thigh as she pulled herself up.
Suddenly, Chichi laughed. Vejiita and Buruma looked up at her in shock. "You're just jealous."
Vejiita blinked. "Say what? Jealous of Kakarotto for having a loud, disrespectful, ugly, crazy mate like you?" He cracked up again. "Right!"
Chichi smirked. "You're jealous of my husband for many reasons. He defeated you; he's stronger than you. And he's not alone. He is loved by all of us, while everyone wishes that you had not been brought here. Everyone wishes you were dead, Vejiita. Just leave Earth. You aren't wanted."
Vejiita shook slightly with rage, his eyes narrowing at the female who stood above him.
"Chichi, you go too far," Buruma put in quickly, much to Vejiita's surprise.
He glanced at the woman who was still half on him. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the female behind him. Her free hand still resting softly on his upper thigh. She glanced at him then, meeting his eyes for a moment, her eyes troubled.
"I didn't go too far, Buruma. He's a monster. He tried to kill everyone here. It's just the plain truth. No one would care if he dropped dead right here. When my husband gets back and kills him, everyone will be happy. You know it's the truth, Buruma."
He tensed up angrily, glaring at Kakarotto's mate. He pointed at the woman with his free hand. Buruma gasped and clutched his thigh tightly. "Vejiita, don't."
Vejiita snarled and powered up a ball into his hand, ignoring the female still in his lap.
The dark-haired onna glared at him. "Go ahead, Vejiita. Kill me. Prove what a heartless monster you are."
He chuckled cruelly. "I never claimed to be anything else."
Buruma grasped the hand that was powering up, screaming out in pain as the ki burned away at her hand.
Vejiita dispelled the ball immediately. "Onna! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you suicidal?" he roared.
She whimpered, cradling her hand. Vejiita sat up suddenly, knocking her completely between his legs. He grasped her wrist lightly, examining her injured hand. The skin had been nearly burned off. She was trembling and tears leaked from her eyes, but she didn't make a sound outside of a faint whimper every occasionally when he moved her hand. "Stupid Onna," he growled softly.
He moved his other hand to the back of her neck. She tensed up and leaned away from him. He scowled. "Knock it off!" he snapped. She jumped and whimpered as she jarred her hand against his. "Onna, I'm not going to hurt you, just sit still."
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Pressing a pressure point on your neck," he said gruffly, lifting her hair and pressing on her neck.
She gasped. "The pain is gone."
He snorted. "Of course." He glanced behind himself to find Kakarotto's mate and the brat staring at him. He snarled angrily at the female. "Brat, go get that Namek healer boy," he ordered.
"Right," the boy said, moving away.
He narrowed his eyes at Chichi. "Get out of here before I change my mind about killing you," he hissed.
Her eyes widened, but she didn't budge. "And let you hurt Buruma again?"
He growled. "It was her own damn fault. Does it look like I'm hurting her? Get away from me now!" he roared.
She started and walked a few feet away from him, stopping and turning around to watch him. He humphed but ignored her, turning to examine the injured hand in his large one. "Didn't your worthless friends tell you to never grab someone's ki balls, Onna?" he asked gruffly.
She turned wide eyes to her hand. "I've never done that before, but I knew it would hurt."
"You're suicidal," he told her angrily.
She shook her head. "I just couldn't let you kill Chichi."
He snarled.
"What she said wasn't true, Vejiita."
He laughed bitterly. "Yes, it was. Every word is true. But what do I care?"
"Vejiita, Buruma!" Gohan called as he ran over to them, the little green child following close behind him.
Vejiita snarled at the young Namek. "Heal her," he ordered.
Dende gulped and moved closer to the pair cautiously. He looked at her hand in shock. "Buruma-san, what happened?"
"Nothing important, kid," she told the boy, surprising Vejiita.
Chichi snorted from her vantage point a few feet away. "Vejiita hurt her. Nothing important my ass."
"Mom!" Gohan exclaimed, shocked at his mother's language.
Buruma winced. "It was my own fault, Chichi. Just drop it."
"Why would you hurt her, Vejiita? She can't hurt you," the green boy said softly, and a bit nervously.
Vejiita scowled. "Just heal the fool Onna, brat!" he barked.
The young boy jumped and gulped, but placed his hands over her wounded one that still rested securely in Vejiita's large gloved one. A light erupted from the Namek's hand and within moments, it stopped, and the boy removed his hands to reveal her newly healed one. "Buruma-san, it'll probably be tender for a while, the skin is new."
She nodded and flexed her fist. "Thanks, Dende," she said smiling.
Vejiita grunted and moved his hand under her hair, placing his gloved hand on her neck. "I'm going to release the nerve now. It's going to hurt," he warned gruffly, pressing her neck. She gasped in shock and pain, clutching his muscular upper arm tightly. She made no other sound.
After a few moments, she released the breath she was holding in and removed her hand from his arm. He watched her in reluctant admiration. "Better?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Good. Don't ever touch a ki ball again, Onna!"
"Sorry," she mumbled.
He grunted, lifted her off him, and stood up. He set her on her feet beside him and released her, standing to the side with his arms crossed over his chest.
She blinked and looked towards Chichi, placing her hands on her hips. "Chichi, saying those things wasn't very nice. And untrue. Apologize," Buruma ordered.
Chichi gaped. "Excuse me? While I admit the monster surprised me by helping you, he doesn't deserve an apology. Besides, look at him! He doesn't care. He doesn't feel!"
Buruma glared at the younger woman. Gohan stood between them. "Mom, just apologize, please. It was kind of mean," he pointed out.
Vejiita snarled. "I don't care about her stupid apology. Nor do I care about her opinions."
Buruma sighed. "Let's go, guys. We need to get home. Come on, everyone, on the plane!" she called.
Vejiita glowered. "I am *not* riding on that thing."
Buruma giggled. "Don't tell me big, bad Vejiita no Ouji is afraid of flying in an airplane."
He growled. "Feh. Fine. I'll ride on the damn thing."
Buruma beamed at him and turned to Chichi and Gohan. "Ready?"
Gohan nodded but Chichi eyed the arrogant Saiyajin warily. "Is he controllable?"
Vejiita whipped around furiously and stalked towards her. "No one controls me," he hissed. "No one!"
Buruma squeezed herself between them, placing her back to Vejiita. "Chichi, just ignore him and it'll be okay. Just leave him alone."
Chichi glared and stalked away, a silent Gohan following her. Vejiita scowled angrily at Chichi's back. He repressed the urge to destroy the worthless female. She wasn't worth the energy.
"Come on, Vejiita," Buruma said softly, walking towards the large airplane. Vejiita padded after her silently, frowning at her back. He began to notice her rear end and how her cute little ass moved erotically as she walked. He blinked and shook his head. 'What the fuck? Since when did I find such things sexy?'
He walked into the airplane, growling as the Nameks eyed him fearfully. He repressed the urge to say 'boo' and moved to the top floor, sitting in a sit in the corner, away from the other's prying eyes. He crossed his arms and his legs at the ankles, and sat glowering.
He'd stay on this worthless planet until Kakarotto returned. He'd learn the secret of achieving his goal of becoming a Supersaiyajin. Then he would destroy everyone on this worthless planet. Especially that blue-haired Onna. She was dangerous.
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AN: Um, anyone else have a better title? :P *sigh*
Lovies!