Unexplainable
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or DB or DBGT or any of the characters in this fic. I'm just an insane fanfic author who doesn't even have TALENT. So I suggest you don't sue... It's not worth it.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
"Son-kun?" Buruma asked worried. She brushed her blue hair away from her face as she watched her long time friend walk slightly away from her and look up into the sky. "Son-kun? What's wrong?" She glanced around and noticed the other warriors looking up also. Yamucha, Kuririn, Tenshinhan, and Kame-sennin stared blankly at the sky as if they were expecting something. She looked over at Chichi, confused. They shared a bewildered glance before watching their friends. "Hello? Guys!"
"Something's coming," Goku murmured in awe. "A very strong ki."
Buruma stared at the sky for a long moment before what appeared to be a falling star appeared, and quicker than she could blink, it crashed a few miles away, shaking the very earth she stood on. She gasped in surprise and before she could fully register what happened, the warriors all took to the sky. She glared at their receding backs and growled. 'Damn them!' She didn't want to stay behind, the idiots. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her air car capsule, opening it on the lawn in front of her. "Coming, Chichi?" she asked her friend.
Chichi looked down, thinking for a moment. "I probably shouldn't. I'm pregnant," she said softly.
Buruma gasped. "You and Son-kun are going to be parents? Kami!" Buruma exclaimed and embraced her friend in excitement. "Congratulations, Chichi."
"Well, Goku doesn't know yet," she murmured embarrassed. "We better go if we're to see the excitement, ne?"
"Yes," she agreed, climbing into the air-car with her friend, and slowly lifted off, turning in the direction of the object that crashed. She floored it, causing Chichi to shriek in surprise. "What do you think it is?" Buruma asked.
"No clue. Maybe a space ship of some sort," Chichi guessed. "My Goku said that he felt a strong ki."
"True," Buruma murmured but was knocked out of her reverie as they arrived at the site to see the warriors standing around what appeared to be a big metal ball. She gently landed on the ground and jumped out of the vehicle. She ran to her friends, Chichi not far behind. "Son-kun?"
"It's a space ship, Buruma," he murmured. "It's odd."
"What do you mean?" Buruma asked looking at her best friend in confusion.
"There is someone with a very high power in there, but... they're injured. Badly."
Buruma sucked in a breath and glanced sharply at the spiky-haired man. She sighed and reached into her pocket, grabbing the correct capsule and started to walk over to the large crater. She heard her friends gasp in shock and worry. "Buruma!" Chichi called.
"Well, we have to get whatever is in there out, correct? I'm the mechanical genius. I'll get the person out," she calmly stated as she continued to walk forward.
"What if they're dangerous, Buruma?" Yamucha hollered over to her.
"If whoever is in there is as seriously injured as Son-kun thinks, then I'll be in no danger. Besides, I'm a walking medic," she said patting her pocket containing her capsules. She looked down into the crater. That was one big impact. She steeled herself and walked into the crater and up to the space pod, absently noting her friends forming a semi-circle behind her. She quickly popped opened the capsule and got out her mini-laptop. She fiddled with the thing until it turned on and she scanned the ship's design. With a soft 'ah' of discovery she typed into the computer for a few moments before a hiss filled the silence as the door opened. Buruma moved the laptop out of the way and opened the door the rest of the way.
She gasped.
A well-built, yet strangely small man sat unconscious inside the pod. Blood dried all over his exposed skin, which was a lot of skin considering he wasn't wearing much beside shredded black spandex-like shorts. His black hair defied gravity, sweeping into a flame atop his head. His perfect face, marred by a fierce scowl, was covered in bruises and cuts. "Well, he's hot," she murmured to herself. "Let's see, Mister..." She reached into her pocket and retrieved her medical supplies. Taking it out of the capsule it, she quickly got a cloth to wash the blood off. She needed to see how badly he was hurt. She wet it with cold water and pressed it to his forehead, only to snap back in surprise as his eyes snapped open to glare at her.
"What," he began, his voice soft and hoarse, but he quickly paused to grimace in pain. He began mumbling softly in a soft guttural language before coughing suddenly, blood staining his lips.
"Don't talk. You are quite injured, you know," she murmured, hoping to soothe the man. She was unsure if he was dangerous or not, but it never hurt to be polite.
He frowned at her before attempting to speak again. "Blue," he whispered.
She unconsciously put a hand to her hair. "Yes, my hair is blue. So are my eyes. Exotic, I know." She shrugged. "Enough about my hair, you need medical attention badly. I don't want to move you in case the injuries are worse than they appear from here."
She heard a faint snort. "You're too weak," he said almost inaudibly.
She glared at him. "I am not that weak," she snapped before remembering to be nice. The man was injured after all.
He chuckled faintly and smirked. "Where?" he asked faintly.
"Where are you? On Earth," she stated as she proceeded to wipe the blood off him. He let her, but continued to watch her every moment.
He grunted noncommittally.
"You're lucky you're alive," she murmured as she finished cleaning his wounds on his face. "Can you move?"
He glared and tried to stand, only to fall forward and Buruma caught him and gently moved him onto the ground. The warriors behind her gasped and moved forward to help, Goku trying to lift him from her. The strange man growled and his ki rose slightly. "I suggest you don't try that in your condition," Goku warned. "Buruma, how bad is he hurt?"
Buruma snorted as she kneeled beside him. "I'm surprised he's alive, Son-kun." She worked around the wounds on his chest, while he continued to watch her. "Kind of reminds me of you, eh?" she asked Goku over her shoulder.
"Hey, I'm never this bad," he defended.
She grunted. "Sure," she said dryly. "Would you guys mind moving away, I need air you know and I don't think this guy likes you guys standing around. If his growling and glaring at you all is any indication."
"Sorry, Buruma but he might be dangerous," Goku stated.
The man chuckled softly and smirked. "You have no idea," he whispered only loud enough for Buruma to hear.
She glanced sharply at the man before turning back to Goku. "I highly doubt he's going to kill me when he's this injured. We're going to have to move him to Capsule Corporation, Son-kun."
"Is it safe enough to move him?"
"I don't know, I wasn't planning on trying to heal someone here, so I don't have a lot of medical equipment on me," she mumbled. Turning to the injured man, she decided to ask him. "Do you think you can be moved without too much damage?"
He nodded, still glaring at the assembled warriors.
"Son-kun, you and I'll move him to my air car-"
"No," the wounded man snapped quietly.
Buruma stared at him a moment. Seems he didn't want any of the other warriors to touch him. "I'm sorry, but I can't carry you all the way there," she stated.
"I'll make it," he said, trying to stand.
Buruma rolled her eyes and helped him up. Goku looked at them, his head cocked. She took most of his weight on herself as they walked, or stumbled, over to her air car, Goku walking behind them. As they reached it, Buruma nodded to Goku to open the passenger side. She set him in it and shut the door. "Okay, I guess that's that."
"I'm coming too," Goku stated firmly. "He might be dangerous, Buruma-san."
She walked around the other side of the car and opened the door. "Son-kun, I'll be fine. He's injured."
"So? His ki level even now is huge. He could kill you easily."
"He won't, okay?"
"Buruma, sorry, but I'm insisting. We don't know that he won't hurt you."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
He crawled in behind Buruma's seat. She rolled her eyes again and sighed. 'Men!' She glanced over to Chichi. Chichi nodded, walked over and got in beside her husband. Getting in herself, she glanced over at the injured man. He was still conscious, amazingly. She wondered how he did that. She started the car and lifted into the air, turning it towards her home.
"Buruma-san?" Chichi asked suddenly.
"Yes?" she replied absently.
"Do you have a phone? I'd like to call my father and tell him Goku and I are going to be late."
Buruma smiled. "Of course, Chichi," Buruma said and passed the cell phone back. She glanced at her passenger and noticed he was having problems keeping awake. She swung the car on auto and turned to him. "Hey, you can pass out," she whispered.
"No," he stated stubbornly.
She sighed. "Warriors, I swear," she grumbled. "You need to rest if you are to recover. Nothing will happen to you."
He glanced at her, a scowl on his face. She was beginning to wonder if he did have another facial expression. He laughed cruelly. "You should," he stated softly in his gruff voice.
"I should what?"
"Let something happen to me."
She looked at him, confused.
He snorted. "Who is he?" he nodded towards Goku.
"His name is Son Goku, a friend of mine."
"He looks familiar."
She arched an eyebrow.
"How?" Goku asked suddenly. Buruma jumped. She wasn't expecting him to be paying attention to their conversation. "How do I look familiar?" he asked again.
The man ignored Goku and continued to struggle to keep conscious. Buruma glanced at Goku and shrugged. The man only seemed inclined to talk with her. Maybe he considered Goku and the others his enemies. "Name?" he asked suddenly.
She glanced at him. "Buruma Briefs," she said companionably.
"I am Vejiita no Ouji," he said softly.
She blinked. "Prince? Of what?"
"Of Vejiita-sei, of the Saiyajin," he mumbled.
"Well, nice to meet you, Vejiita no Ouji," she said, smiling.
He smirked at her. He nodded slightly towards the back of the car. "He looks Saiyajin," he stated softly.
She glanced at Goku and nodded. "I suppose he does look somewhat like he's distantly related to you."
"He doesn't have a tail."
She glanced at him sharply. "What do you mean?"
Suddenly a furry appendage, unwrapped itself from around his waist and twitched in front of her for a moment. She gaped.
"Hey, he has a tail like I used to," Goku said suddenly.
Vejiita glanced at him and started to laugh that cruel laugh of his again. "He is Saiyajin, I as thought," he stated to Buruma, ignoring him again.
"Saiyajin?" Goku asked confused.
"I'll explain later, Son-kun," Buruma murmured shocked. "I suppose you like full moons also?"
He glanced at her and nodded.
Great, that's all we need. A rampaging beast again," she mumbled bitterly.
He chuckled softly again.
Goku looked at Buruma confused. "Huh?"
"Don't ask, Son-kun, I'll talk to you about it later." A beep interrupted her and she looked down to see her home stretched out in front of her. Taking control of the car, she quickly landed and opened the door. She ran over to the other side of the car and helped Vejiita out of the car. Goku attempted to help again, but Vejiita swatted him away. "Son-kun, go into the main building and get my father and some medical supplies. I suppose we should have had a medical wing here, but I never thought it'd be useful until now. I'll get him into my house. Bring them here, okay?"
He shook his head. "He's dangerous, Buruma-san. I'm not leaving you alone with him."
"I'm not alone with him, Son-kun. Chichi is here," she stated sarcastically. "He's not going to kill me. I'm sure if he's smart, and I think he is, he'll wait until I heal him before killing me."
He laughed from beside her, his arm over one of her shoulders, leaning on her.
"Just go, Son-kun. I'm not a warrior like you guys are. I don't think he'll kill me."
"If he gives his word," Goku said stubbornly.
Buruma rolled her eyes. "Son-kun, just fucking listen to me!" she snapped.
He continued to stare at the Prince.
Vejiita smirked at the man before he whispered to Buruma. "Tell the worthless idiot you will not be hurt."
"He said-"
"He must say it to me."
Vejiita growled. He moved Buruma away from him and began to gather a ki ball in his hand, his feet unsteady.
Buruma glared at Son-kun. "Damn it, Son Goku, I swear. He's too weak to fight so don't even think about it!" She made a move to help the Prince again but he help up a hand to stop her. "Stop it!" she snapped at both of the men. Goku and Vejiita looked at her shocked. "You," she pointed to Goku. "Do as I told you to. Now. You," she moved towards Vejiita and lifted his arm around her shoulders. "You are coming inside and getting into fucking bed. Chichi, follow me." She moved into the house and one more attempt by Goku to follow her and she glared at him fiercely. He gulped and moved to do as she asked. Mumbling about stubborn warriors, she moved into the large house she called home and helped the injured Saiyajin no Ouji to her spare bedroom. Gently laying him in it, she pulled up a chair beside the bed and proceeded to clean the wounds as she waited for Goku.
"Buruma-san?" Chichi asked nervously.
"Yes, Chichi?"
"Do you want me to do anything?"
When Vejiita glared at the woman behind her, Buruma sighed. "No, not really. Although, I think Son-kun might be getting hungry about now as well as our guest. Would you mind?"
Chichi beamed. "No. You know how I love to cook."
Buruma giggled. "Yes, I know. Besides, you cook *much* better than I do!"
Chichi laughed and left the room. Buruma continued to dress his wounds under the watchful eye of the Saiyajin. "So, Vejiita-san, how did you get so injured?" she asked softly.
"Lost a battle," he spat in disgust.
"Must have been some battle," she commented. "Why don't you let the others help you?"
"Not worthy to," he said with a shrug. "Enemies."
"And I'm not, eh? If you are as dangerous as Son-kun says and as you imply, they might be. Either way, those men have too much honor to kill someone as injured as you are."
He snorted. "That is weakness not honor, Onna."
"I have a name and it is not 'Onna'."
He chuckled. "I know."
"Why don't you use it?"
"Why don't you address me properly? I am Vejiita no Ouji."
"Pardon me, Vejiita no Ouji," she said sarcastically. "We don't have royalty here; I'm not used to it. Besides, I'm stubborn."
He glared at her before gasping as a particularly bad wound on his stomach was being cleaned. He hissed in pain.
"I'm sorry," she murmured and tried to do it as gently as possible. She couldn't help but notice the man was incredibly well built. His muscles rippled with every moment. His skin was impossibly soft, she noticed.
"Buruma-san!" Son-kun hollered as he came in. He handed her the box. "You're father is coming to assist you."
"No," the prince hissed. "Only her."
Goku glanced at the Saiyajin. "Her father has more experience with this than she does, although I have to admit, she's more gentle than he is." Goku laughed. "I learned that the hard way. Buruma-san, remind me to never let your father look me over after the gang and I spar here."
Buruma laughed as she looked up at the tall man. "It's your own fault, idiot."
"I know," he said. "How's it going?"
"With Vejiita? Fine, he'll live. I'm going to have to undress him, though," she mumbled, a little embarrassed.
"His name is Vejiita?"
"Yes," Buruma said. "Vejiita no Ouji this is Son Goku."
Goku smiled at the man, ignoring his glare of hatred. "Nice to meet you. A prince of what?"
"Vejiita-sei. The Saiyajin, he says," Buruma answered as Vejiita continued to ignore the man.
Goku shrugged. "That's nice. Too bad the senzu beans aren't harvested yet. Buruma, do you need help undressing him?"
Vejiita growled as Goku stepped closer. Buruma smiled. "I think it's best if I do it. Son-kun, why don't you help Chichi cook?"
"Food?" he asked excitedly. "Sure!"
As he flew out the door, Buruma laughed. "Same old Son-kun," she said. "I'm going to remove your shorts and after that I think it's best if you sleep." She bent down to remove his shorts, successfully keeping a blush from her face. She received some help from the wounded Saiyajin and threw his shorts into the corner. His tail twitching slightly as it lay on the bed. Buruma carefully avoided looking at him.
"Hey, Buruma-san?" Chichi said before entering and she quickly retreated seeing the naked man. "Buruma-san!"
Buruma laughed. "What did you need?"
"How much do you think that man would eat?" she asked from outside the door.
Buruma glanced at him. "Lots," he mumbled.
"I suggest you cook like you're feeding two or three Son-kuns," Buruma answered with a laugh. She could almost hear Chichi gape outside the door before she retreated. "I suppose I should shut the door in case someone *else* gets more of a peak then they wanted to." She rose and shut the door. Walking back to him, she noticed how he was watching her, almost curiously. "What?"
"Why?"
"Why help you?" At his nod, she shrugged. "That's the way we are. You're injured and would have possibly died without medical attention. You were losing too much blood. I don't know the extent of your injuries yet, I'm going to have to look you over for internal injuries, but that's beside the point. You're injured and well, we can't let someone die if we can prevent it."
He snorted. "Weak."
She shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. It's just the way we are. The way I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm no angel, but I can't let people die, not if I can save them. So far, you haven't done anything to deserve that, so why let you?"
He grunted. "I have minor internal injures. They'll heal on their own."
"You're sure?"
He nodded again. She shrugged and ignored him. She continued to work, carefully avoiding looking at his now exposed area. But what she saw pleased her, she had to admit, if only to herself. He watched her silently as she worked. She could feel his eyes on her and it was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable, but luckily she finished relatively soon. A few stitches, antibiotics, healing lotion, etc. She carefully took a scan of his internal injuries and had to agree with the man. They were healing pretty well on their own. She stood up and covered her patient with a sheet and turned to him. "Well, it looks like you'll live. I'll bring you food and then you will sleep."
He shook his head. "No," he mumbled.
"No one will hurt you, I promise."
He snorted. "I don't trust anyone."
She glanced at him and decided not to leave him alone. She pressed on the intercom. "Chichi?"
"Yes, Buruma-san?"
"Done yet?"
"Just now. I'm trying to keep Son-kun away from it. You're father is here. The rest of those idiotic men are also."
"Okay, could you send up some with my father? Keep the gang down there, the patient doesn't really like company."
"Will do."
"Thanks, Chichi," Buruma said, turning away from and walked towards the chair and sat down. "I'll make you a deal." He continued to watch her. A knock interrupted them and Buruma rose to answer it. Her father smiled at her, a huge tray of food sitting on a cart beside him. She let him in and helped to wheel the gigantic meal towards the prince. "Can you sit up?" she asked him. He nodded and sat up a little, leaning against the headboard. She handing him a plate and a fork, letting him get started and turned to her father, who was watching the Saiyajin carefully.
"Good job on the wrappings, Buruma," her father commented.
She shrugged. "I suppose. He won't let anyone else touch him. I would have you look but I don't think he'd like that."
"Who can blame him? A pretty girl like you?" her dad asked winking at her.
Buruma sighed. "I don't think that's the reason, Dad. He's not human and I highly doubt that I'd be attractive to him, no matter how beautiful I am." Her dad shrugged and left. She turned back towards the Saiyajin no Ouji to see the food completely gone and not a sign of it. He ate neatly, she noticed. Unlike Son-kun. "More?"
He shook his head and lay back down. She knew he was tired but kept fighting it.
"Listen, you trusted me enough to dress your wounds, right?"
He nodded slightly.
"Okay, no one will attack you when you sleep. I promise. Sleep," she ordered.
"No."
She sighed irritably. "Okay, I'll stay right here and no one will come in. I'll freaking sleep in that damn chair if you want. I'll guard you!" she snapped irritably. "The only time I'll leave is to go to the bathroom, which connects to this room, but I'll lock the main door first. Is that satisfactory?"
He watched her rant with an amused smirk on his face. "Why do you care?"
She shrugged. "You need to sleep. And if I have to do this to get you to sleep, I will. It's a matter of pride, I suppose. I care about people and I don't like having them die on me because they refuse to sleep."
He snorted. "Feh. Fine. I'll sleep. You will not leave. Understand? Any one gets in here, they die," he stated and promptly passed out. She glared at the sleeping warrior and sighed. She walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She pressed the intercom button. "Son-kun?"
"Yes, Buruma-san?"
"Can you bring me something to eat? Vejiita finally passed out, but after I made a promise not to leave and not to let anyone in this room."
"Why would you do that?"
"He wouldn't sleep otherwise, Son-kun. But I'm starving!"
"Coming, Buruma!" he said and she clicked off the intercom and waited patiently by the door, looking the sleeping prince over. He was handsome, she decided. A bit arrogant and cruel. Most definitely a bad guy. Yet, here she was letting the man sleep and guarding him. She was beginning to wonder why he only let her near him, though. That was kind of weird. Although, she supposed she was the least dangerous of them all. Probably the safest one to help him and it didn't really look like he wanted help. Men, she decided, were weird.
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AN: Well, I think you people are throwing fits already! It's weird I know. And yes, Vejiita is OOC... but don't yell at me. This is *SERIOUSLY* AU. ^_^; He is SUPPOSED to be a little OOC.
Lovies!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or DB or DBGT or any of the characters in this fic. I'm just an insane fanfic author who doesn't even have TALENT. So I suggest you don't sue... It's not worth it.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
"Son-kun?" Buruma asked worried. She brushed her blue hair away from her face as she watched her long time friend walk slightly away from her and look up into the sky. "Son-kun? What's wrong?" She glanced around and noticed the other warriors looking up also. Yamucha, Kuririn, Tenshinhan, and Kame-sennin stared blankly at the sky as if they were expecting something. She looked over at Chichi, confused. They shared a bewildered glance before watching their friends. "Hello? Guys!"
"Something's coming," Goku murmured in awe. "A very strong ki."
Buruma stared at the sky for a long moment before what appeared to be a falling star appeared, and quicker than she could blink, it crashed a few miles away, shaking the very earth she stood on. She gasped in surprise and before she could fully register what happened, the warriors all took to the sky. She glared at their receding backs and growled. 'Damn them!' She didn't want to stay behind, the idiots. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her air car capsule, opening it on the lawn in front of her. "Coming, Chichi?" she asked her friend.
Chichi looked down, thinking for a moment. "I probably shouldn't. I'm pregnant," she said softly.
Buruma gasped. "You and Son-kun are going to be parents? Kami!" Buruma exclaimed and embraced her friend in excitement. "Congratulations, Chichi."
"Well, Goku doesn't know yet," she murmured embarrassed. "We better go if we're to see the excitement, ne?"
"Yes," she agreed, climbing into the air-car with her friend, and slowly lifted off, turning in the direction of the object that crashed. She floored it, causing Chichi to shriek in surprise. "What do you think it is?" Buruma asked.
"No clue. Maybe a space ship of some sort," Chichi guessed. "My Goku said that he felt a strong ki."
"True," Buruma murmured but was knocked out of her reverie as they arrived at the site to see the warriors standing around what appeared to be a big metal ball. She gently landed on the ground and jumped out of the vehicle. She ran to her friends, Chichi not far behind. "Son-kun?"
"It's a space ship, Buruma," he murmured. "It's odd."
"What do you mean?" Buruma asked looking at her best friend in confusion.
"There is someone with a very high power in there, but... they're injured. Badly."
Buruma sucked in a breath and glanced sharply at the spiky-haired man. She sighed and reached into her pocket, grabbing the correct capsule and started to walk over to the large crater. She heard her friends gasp in shock and worry. "Buruma!" Chichi called.
"Well, we have to get whatever is in there out, correct? I'm the mechanical genius. I'll get the person out," she calmly stated as she continued to walk forward.
"What if they're dangerous, Buruma?" Yamucha hollered over to her.
"If whoever is in there is as seriously injured as Son-kun thinks, then I'll be in no danger. Besides, I'm a walking medic," she said patting her pocket containing her capsules. She looked down into the crater. That was one big impact. She steeled herself and walked into the crater and up to the space pod, absently noting her friends forming a semi-circle behind her. She quickly popped opened the capsule and got out her mini-laptop. She fiddled with the thing until it turned on and she scanned the ship's design. With a soft 'ah' of discovery she typed into the computer for a few moments before a hiss filled the silence as the door opened. Buruma moved the laptop out of the way and opened the door the rest of the way.
She gasped.
A well-built, yet strangely small man sat unconscious inside the pod. Blood dried all over his exposed skin, which was a lot of skin considering he wasn't wearing much beside shredded black spandex-like shorts. His black hair defied gravity, sweeping into a flame atop his head. His perfect face, marred by a fierce scowl, was covered in bruises and cuts. "Well, he's hot," she murmured to herself. "Let's see, Mister..." She reached into her pocket and retrieved her medical supplies. Taking it out of the capsule it, she quickly got a cloth to wash the blood off. She needed to see how badly he was hurt. She wet it with cold water and pressed it to his forehead, only to snap back in surprise as his eyes snapped open to glare at her.
"What," he began, his voice soft and hoarse, but he quickly paused to grimace in pain. He began mumbling softly in a soft guttural language before coughing suddenly, blood staining his lips.
"Don't talk. You are quite injured, you know," she murmured, hoping to soothe the man. She was unsure if he was dangerous or not, but it never hurt to be polite.
He frowned at her before attempting to speak again. "Blue," he whispered.
She unconsciously put a hand to her hair. "Yes, my hair is blue. So are my eyes. Exotic, I know." She shrugged. "Enough about my hair, you need medical attention badly. I don't want to move you in case the injuries are worse than they appear from here."
She heard a faint snort. "You're too weak," he said almost inaudibly.
She glared at him. "I am not that weak," she snapped before remembering to be nice. The man was injured after all.
He chuckled faintly and smirked. "Where?" he asked faintly.
"Where are you? On Earth," she stated as she proceeded to wipe the blood off him. He let her, but continued to watch her every moment.
He grunted noncommittally.
"You're lucky you're alive," she murmured as she finished cleaning his wounds on his face. "Can you move?"
He glared and tried to stand, only to fall forward and Buruma caught him and gently moved him onto the ground. The warriors behind her gasped and moved forward to help, Goku trying to lift him from her. The strange man growled and his ki rose slightly. "I suggest you don't try that in your condition," Goku warned. "Buruma, how bad is he hurt?"
Buruma snorted as she kneeled beside him. "I'm surprised he's alive, Son-kun." She worked around the wounds on his chest, while he continued to watch her. "Kind of reminds me of you, eh?" she asked Goku over her shoulder.
"Hey, I'm never this bad," he defended.
She grunted. "Sure," she said dryly. "Would you guys mind moving away, I need air you know and I don't think this guy likes you guys standing around. If his growling and glaring at you all is any indication."
"Sorry, Buruma but he might be dangerous," Goku stated.
The man chuckled softly and smirked. "You have no idea," he whispered only loud enough for Buruma to hear.
She glanced sharply at the man before turning back to Goku. "I highly doubt he's going to kill me when he's this injured. We're going to have to move him to Capsule Corporation, Son-kun."
"Is it safe enough to move him?"
"I don't know, I wasn't planning on trying to heal someone here, so I don't have a lot of medical equipment on me," she mumbled. Turning to the injured man, she decided to ask him. "Do you think you can be moved without too much damage?"
He nodded, still glaring at the assembled warriors.
"Son-kun, you and I'll move him to my air car-"
"No," the wounded man snapped quietly.
Buruma stared at him a moment. Seems he didn't want any of the other warriors to touch him. "I'm sorry, but I can't carry you all the way there," she stated.
"I'll make it," he said, trying to stand.
Buruma rolled her eyes and helped him up. Goku looked at them, his head cocked. She took most of his weight on herself as they walked, or stumbled, over to her air car, Goku walking behind them. As they reached it, Buruma nodded to Goku to open the passenger side. She set him in it and shut the door. "Okay, I guess that's that."
"I'm coming too," Goku stated firmly. "He might be dangerous, Buruma-san."
She walked around the other side of the car and opened the door. "Son-kun, I'll be fine. He's injured."
"So? His ki level even now is huge. He could kill you easily."
"He won't, okay?"
"Buruma, sorry, but I'm insisting. We don't know that he won't hurt you."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine."
He crawled in behind Buruma's seat. She rolled her eyes again and sighed. 'Men!' She glanced over to Chichi. Chichi nodded, walked over and got in beside her husband. Getting in herself, she glanced over at the injured man. He was still conscious, amazingly. She wondered how he did that. She started the car and lifted into the air, turning it towards her home.
"Buruma-san?" Chichi asked suddenly.
"Yes?" she replied absently.
"Do you have a phone? I'd like to call my father and tell him Goku and I are going to be late."
Buruma smiled. "Of course, Chichi," Buruma said and passed the cell phone back. She glanced at her passenger and noticed he was having problems keeping awake. She swung the car on auto and turned to him. "Hey, you can pass out," she whispered.
"No," he stated stubbornly.
She sighed. "Warriors, I swear," she grumbled. "You need to rest if you are to recover. Nothing will happen to you."
He glanced at her, a scowl on his face. She was beginning to wonder if he did have another facial expression. He laughed cruelly. "You should," he stated softly in his gruff voice.
"I should what?"
"Let something happen to me."
She looked at him, confused.
He snorted. "Who is he?" he nodded towards Goku.
"His name is Son Goku, a friend of mine."
"He looks familiar."
She arched an eyebrow.
"How?" Goku asked suddenly. Buruma jumped. She wasn't expecting him to be paying attention to their conversation. "How do I look familiar?" he asked again.
The man ignored Goku and continued to struggle to keep conscious. Buruma glanced at Goku and shrugged. The man only seemed inclined to talk with her. Maybe he considered Goku and the others his enemies. "Name?" he asked suddenly.
She glanced at him. "Buruma Briefs," she said companionably.
"I am Vejiita no Ouji," he said softly.
She blinked. "Prince? Of what?"
"Of Vejiita-sei, of the Saiyajin," he mumbled.
"Well, nice to meet you, Vejiita no Ouji," she said, smiling.
He smirked at her. He nodded slightly towards the back of the car. "He looks Saiyajin," he stated softly.
She glanced at Goku and nodded. "I suppose he does look somewhat like he's distantly related to you."
"He doesn't have a tail."
She glanced at him sharply. "What do you mean?"
Suddenly a furry appendage, unwrapped itself from around his waist and twitched in front of her for a moment. She gaped.
"Hey, he has a tail like I used to," Goku said suddenly.
Vejiita glanced at him and started to laugh that cruel laugh of his again. "He is Saiyajin, I as thought," he stated to Buruma, ignoring him again.
"Saiyajin?" Goku asked confused.
"I'll explain later, Son-kun," Buruma murmured shocked. "I suppose you like full moons also?"
He glanced at her and nodded.
Great, that's all we need. A rampaging beast again," she mumbled bitterly.
He chuckled softly again.
Goku looked at Buruma confused. "Huh?"
"Don't ask, Son-kun, I'll talk to you about it later." A beep interrupted her and she looked down to see her home stretched out in front of her. Taking control of the car, she quickly landed and opened the door. She ran over to the other side of the car and helped Vejiita out of the car. Goku attempted to help again, but Vejiita swatted him away. "Son-kun, go into the main building and get my father and some medical supplies. I suppose we should have had a medical wing here, but I never thought it'd be useful until now. I'll get him into my house. Bring them here, okay?"
He shook his head. "He's dangerous, Buruma-san. I'm not leaving you alone with him."
"I'm not alone with him, Son-kun. Chichi is here," she stated sarcastically. "He's not going to kill me. I'm sure if he's smart, and I think he is, he'll wait until I heal him before killing me."
He laughed from beside her, his arm over one of her shoulders, leaning on her.
"Just go, Son-kun. I'm not a warrior like you guys are. I don't think he'll kill me."
"If he gives his word," Goku said stubbornly.
Buruma rolled her eyes. "Son-kun, just fucking listen to me!" she snapped.
He continued to stare at the Prince.
Vejiita smirked at the man before he whispered to Buruma. "Tell the worthless idiot you will not be hurt."
"He said-"
"He must say it to me."
Vejiita growled. He moved Buruma away from him and began to gather a ki ball in his hand, his feet unsteady.
Buruma glared at Son-kun. "Damn it, Son Goku, I swear. He's too weak to fight so don't even think about it!" She made a move to help the Prince again but he help up a hand to stop her. "Stop it!" she snapped at both of the men. Goku and Vejiita looked at her shocked. "You," she pointed to Goku. "Do as I told you to. Now. You," she moved towards Vejiita and lifted his arm around her shoulders. "You are coming inside and getting into fucking bed. Chichi, follow me." She moved into the house and one more attempt by Goku to follow her and she glared at him fiercely. He gulped and moved to do as she asked. Mumbling about stubborn warriors, she moved into the large house she called home and helped the injured Saiyajin no Ouji to her spare bedroom. Gently laying him in it, she pulled up a chair beside the bed and proceeded to clean the wounds as she waited for Goku.
"Buruma-san?" Chichi asked nervously.
"Yes, Chichi?"
"Do you want me to do anything?"
When Vejiita glared at the woman behind her, Buruma sighed. "No, not really. Although, I think Son-kun might be getting hungry about now as well as our guest. Would you mind?"
Chichi beamed. "No. You know how I love to cook."
Buruma giggled. "Yes, I know. Besides, you cook *much* better than I do!"
Chichi laughed and left the room. Buruma continued to dress his wounds under the watchful eye of the Saiyajin. "So, Vejiita-san, how did you get so injured?" she asked softly.
"Lost a battle," he spat in disgust.
"Must have been some battle," she commented. "Why don't you let the others help you?"
"Not worthy to," he said with a shrug. "Enemies."
"And I'm not, eh? If you are as dangerous as Son-kun says and as you imply, they might be. Either way, those men have too much honor to kill someone as injured as you are."
He snorted. "That is weakness not honor, Onna."
"I have a name and it is not 'Onna'."
He chuckled. "I know."
"Why don't you use it?"
"Why don't you address me properly? I am Vejiita no Ouji."
"Pardon me, Vejiita no Ouji," she said sarcastically. "We don't have royalty here; I'm not used to it. Besides, I'm stubborn."
He glared at her before gasping as a particularly bad wound on his stomach was being cleaned. He hissed in pain.
"I'm sorry," she murmured and tried to do it as gently as possible. She couldn't help but notice the man was incredibly well built. His muscles rippled with every moment. His skin was impossibly soft, she noticed.
"Buruma-san!" Son-kun hollered as he came in. He handed her the box. "You're father is coming to assist you."
"No," the prince hissed. "Only her."
Goku glanced at the Saiyajin. "Her father has more experience with this than she does, although I have to admit, she's more gentle than he is." Goku laughed. "I learned that the hard way. Buruma-san, remind me to never let your father look me over after the gang and I spar here."
Buruma laughed as she looked up at the tall man. "It's your own fault, idiot."
"I know," he said. "How's it going?"
"With Vejiita? Fine, he'll live. I'm going to have to undress him, though," she mumbled, a little embarrassed.
"His name is Vejiita?"
"Yes," Buruma said. "Vejiita no Ouji this is Son Goku."
Goku smiled at the man, ignoring his glare of hatred. "Nice to meet you. A prince of what?"
"Vejiita-sei. The Saiyajin, he says," Buruma answered as Vejiita continued to ignore the man.
Goku shrugged. "That's nice. Too bad the senzu beans aren't harvested yet. Buruma, do you need help undressing him?"
Vejiita growled as Goku stepped closer. Buruma smiled. "I think it's best if I do it. Son-kun, why don't you help Chichi cook?"
"Food?" he asked excitedly. "Sure!"
As he flew out the door, Buruma laughed. "Same old Son-kun," she said. "I'm going to remove your shorts and after that I think it's best if you sleep." She bent down to remove his shorts, successfully keeping a blush from her face. She received some help from the wounded Saiyajin and threw his shorts into the corner. His tail twitching slightly as it lay on the bed. Buruma carefully avoided looking at him.
"Hey, Buruma-san?" Chichi said before entering and she quickly retreated seeing the naked man. "Buruma-san!"
Buruma laughed. "What did you need?"
"How much do you think that man would eat?" she asked from outside the door.
Buruma glanced at him. "Lots," he mumbled.
"I suggest you cook like you're feeding two or three Son-kuns," Buruma answered with a laugh. She could almost hear Chichi gape outside the door before she retreated. "I suppose I should shut the door in case someone *else* gets more of a peak then they wanted to." She rose and shut the door. Walking back to him, she noticed how he was watching her, almost curiously. "What?"
"Why?"
"Why help you?" At his nod, she shrugged. "That's the way we are. You're injured and would have possibly died without medical attention. You were losing too much blood. I don't know the extent of your injuries yet, I'm going to have to look you over for internal injuries, but that's beside the point. You're injured and well, we can't let someone die if we can prevent it."
He snorted. "Weak."
She shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. It's just the way we are. The way I am. Don't get me wrong, I'm no angel, but I can't let people die, not if I can save them. So far, you haven't done anything to deserve that, so why let you?"
He grunted. "I have minor internal injures. They'll heal on their own."
"You're sure?"
He nodded again. She shrugged and ignored him. She continued to work, carefully avoiding looking at his now exposed area. But what she saw pleased her, she had to admit, if only to herself. He watched her silently as she worked. She could feel his eyes on her and it was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable, but luckily she finished relatively soon. A few stitches, antibiotics, healing lotion, etc. She carefully took a scan of his internal injuries and had to agree with the man. They were healing pretty well on their own. She stood up and covered her patient with a sheet and turned to him. "Well, it looks like you'll live. I'll bring you food and then you will sleep."
He shook his head. "No," he mumbled.
"No one will hurt you, I promise."
He snorted. "I don't trust anyone."
She glanced at him and decided not to leave him alone. She pressed on the intercom. "Chichi?"
"Yes, Buruma-san?"
"Done yet?"
"Just now. I'm trying to keep Son-kun away from it. You're father is here. The rest of those idiotic men are also."
"Okay, could you send up some with my father? Keep the gang down there, the patient doesn't really like company."
"Will do."
"Thanks, Chichi," Buruma said, turning away from and walked towards the chair and sat down. "I'll make you a deal." He continued to watch her. A knock interrupted them and Buruma rose to answer it. Her father smiled at her, a huge tray of food sitting on a cart beside him. She let him in and helped to wheel the gigantic meal towards the prince. "Can you sit up?" she asked him. He nodded and sat up a little, leaning against the headboard. She handing him a plate and a fork, letting him get started and turned to her father, who was watching the Saiyajin carefully.
"Good job on the wrappings, Buruma," her father commented.
She shrugged. "I suppose. He won't let anyone else touch him. I would have you look but I don't think he'd like that."
"Who can blame him? A pretty girl like you?" her dad asked winking at her.
Buruma sighed. "I don't think that's the reason, Dad. He's not human and I highly doubt that I'd be attractive to him, no matter how beautiful I am." Her dad shrugged and left. She turned back towards the Saiyajin no Ouji to see the food completely gone and not a sign of it. He ate neatly, she noticed. Unlike Son-kun. "More?"
He shook his head and lay back down. She knew he was tired but kept fighting it.
"Listen, you trusted me enough to dress your wounds, right?"
He nodded slightly.
"Okay, no one will attack you when you sleep. I promise. Sleep," she ordered.
"No."
She sighed irritably. "Okay, I'll stay right here and no one will come in. I'll freaking sleep in that damn chair if you want. I'll guard you!" she snapped irritably. "The only time I'll leave is to go to the bathroom, which connects to this room, but I'll lock the main door first. Is that satisfactory?"
He watched her rant with an amused smirk on his face. "Why do you care?"
She shrugged. "You need to sleep. And if I have to do this to get you to sleep, I will. It's a matter of pride, I suppose. I care about people and I don't like having them die on me because they refuse to sleep."
He snorted. "Feh. Fine. I'll sleep. You will not leave. Understand? Any one gets in here, they die," he stated and promptly passed out. She glared at the sleeping warrior and sighed. She walked over to the door and opened it slightly. She pressed the intercom button. "Son-kun?"
"Yes, Buruma-san?"
"Can you bring me something to eat? Vejiita finally passed out, but after I made a promise not to leave and not to let anyone in this room."
"Why would you do that?"
"He wouldn't sleep otherwise, Son-kun. But I'm starving!"
"Coming, Buruma!" he said and she clicked off the intercom and waited patiently by the door, looking the sleeping prince over. He was handsome, she decided. A bit arrogant and cruel. Most definitely a bad guy. Yet, here she was letting the man sleep and guarding him. She was beginning to wonder why he only let her near him, though. That was kind of weird. Although, she supposed she was the least dangerous of them all. Probably the safest one to help him and it didn't really look like he wanted help. Men, she decided, were weird.
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AN: Well, I think you people are throwing fits already! It's weird I know. And yes, Vejiita is OOC... but don't yell at me. This is *SERIOUSLY* AU. ^_^; He is SUPPOSED to be a little OOC.
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