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Vejita walked outside and looked up at the sky. ::Baka, stop wasting your time with those weak humans! You should be training! You aren't the womans protector.:: No matter how many times Vejita repeated these thoughts to himself he couldn't help the little voice in the back of his head "Never forget Vejita, you are the Prince of all Saiyains, your father is sending you with Freiza and I won't lie to you. You're life will be a terribly painful one. But never forget that you are a Saiyain and we are an honorable race. Never forget that. When everything seems bleak, never EVER let go of your honor and pride. A real warrior holds those first." His mothers voice echoed in his head and he scowled. That pathetic excuse for a man obviously had no pride or honor. Scar face had discrased the title "warrior" after his behavior the previous night. Vejita's scowl turned into a smirk...::I should be training...I think it's time for a spar.:: With that thought, he flew off in the direction of Yamchas ki.
Buruma received an odd call later that day from Yamcha. He apologized for not helping her the previous night, inquired as to whether or not she was alright, pleaded for forgiveness, and agreed that he was the lowest scum on the Earth. Buruma happened to look down at her caller-ID and saw that the call was being made from University Hospital.
As soon as Buruma hung up with Yamcha, she went to the Gravity Machine and banged on the door. When she got no response, Buruma calmly walked over and hit the emergency stop button. She waited as she heard the sound of Vejita hitting the top of the machine and waited as he recovered, cursing and she waited while she calmed herself as a dead sexy man in nothing but tight black spandex and a towel around his neck emerged from the doorway. He crossed his arms and leaned against the machine "Baka Onna! What do you want?"
Buruma just smiled and simply said "Arrigatou Vejita-sama." She then turned around, typed in her code to over ride the Emergency Stop and walked away.
::How did the onna know it was me? I told the weakling if he uttered a work about my interference, I'd castrate him!:: But then Vejita realized something much more shocking. ::She FINALLY showed me respect! Kami it's taken long enough! But what kind of low class creep would not remain loyal to his mate, then stalk her to one of these clubs and then abandon her when she gets attacked? Is there no honor left in the universe?:: Vejita shook his head as he pulled the towel off from around his neck and stepped back in the Gravity Machine. After a few hours of training, he realized that the onna hadn't called him for dinner yet. ::If she thinks that showing me a tiny bit of WELL deserved respect will get her out of her duties, she's in for a rude awakening!:: Vejita stormed inside the house to find his dinner mounted high on a plate. The baka onna had made the food, but not called him in! Then he heard Buruma screaming at someone. ::The Siren is occupied, probably by Scarface:: Vejita sat down to eat and prepared himself to enjoy the show that was unfolding in the living room.
"I'm not taking you back! You pathetic spineless..." Yamcha cut off Buruma and roared
"I'm pathetic? What about you? The sudden damsal in distress when the man at the club you were throwing yourself at the club decided to take a taste? As for spineless, you had to send your little pet alien to do your dirty work!"
Both men watched as Buruma turned various shades of rage before settling on red. "You selfish, ignorant, pathetic excuse for a man..." Suddenly, Buruma spun around, reached under the coach cushion, pulled out a frying pan and whapped Yamcha on the head with all her might. He dropped like a stone. Buruma wiped her hands together. "Chi Chi said I might need that. Next time..." she gave him a kick "I'll use my Uzi."
Vejita smirked as Buruma sat down at the table. "You might make a good warrior if you could only get some ki."
Buruma decided to take it as a complement.
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AN: YaY! Another chapter! PLEASE REVIEW! What did you think!?!??!?!
:: indicated a thought
" " indicated a thought
******* indicates a flashback
Vejita walked outside and looked up at the sky. ::Baka, stop wasting your time with those weak humans! You should be training! You aren't the womans protector.:: No matter how many times Vejita repeated these thoughts to himself he couldn't help the little voice in the back of his head "Never forget Vejita, you are the Prince of all Saiyains, your father is sending you with Freiza and I won't lie to you. You're life will be a terribly painful one. But never forget that you are a Saiyain and we are an honorable race. Never forget that. When everything seems bleak, never EVER let go of your honor and pride. A real warrior holds those first." His mothers voice echoed in his head and he scowled. That pathetic excuse for a man obviously had no pride or honor. Scar face had discrased the title "warrior" after his behavior the previous night. Vejita's scowl turned into a smirk...::I should be training...I think it's time for a spar.:: With that thought, he flew off in the direction of Yamchas ki.
Buruma received an odd call later that day from Yamcha. He apologized for not helping her the previous night, inquired as to whether or not she was alright, pleaded for forgiveness, and agreed that he was the lowest scum on the Earth. Buruma happened to look down at her caller-ID and saw that the call was being made from University Hospital.
As soon as Buruma hung up with Yamcha, she went to the Gravity Machine and banged on the door. When she got no response, Buruma calmly walked over and hit the emergency stop button. She waited as she heard the sound of Vejita hitting the top of the machine and waited as he recovered, cursing and she waited while she calmed herself as a dead sexy man in nothing but tight black spandex and a towel around his neck emerged from the doorway. He crossed his arms and leaned against the machine "Baka Onna! What do you want?"
Buruma just smiled and simply said "Arrigatou Vejita-sama." She then turned around, typed in her code to over ride the Emergency Stop and walked away.
::How did the onna know it was me? I told the weakling if he uttered a work about my interference, I'd castrate him!:: But then Vejita realized something much more shocking. ::She FINALLY showed me respect! Kami it's taken long enough! But what kind of low class creep would not remain loyal to his mate, then stalk her to one of these clubs and then abandon her when she gets attacked? Is there no honor left in the universe?:: Vejita shook his head as he pulled the towel off from around his neck and stepped back in the Gravity Machine. After a few hours of training, he realized that the onna hadn't called him for dinner yet. ::If she thinks that showing me a tiny bit of WELL deserved respect will get her out of her duties, she's in for a rude awakening!:: Vejita stormed inside the house to find his dinner mounted high on a plate. The baka onna had made the food, but not called him in! Then he heard Buruma screaming at someone. ::The Siren is occupied, probably by Scarface:: Vejita sat down to eat and prepared himself to enjoy the show that was unfolding in the living room.
"I'm not taking you back! You pathetic spineless..." Yamcha cut off Buruma and roared
"I'm pathetic? What about you? The sudden damsal in distress when the man at the club you were throwing yourself at the club decided to take a taste? As for spineless, you had to send your little pet alien to do your dirty work!"
Both men watched as Buruma turned various shades of rage before settling on red. "You selfish, ignorant, pathetic excuse for a man..." Suddenly, Buruma spun around, reached under the coach cushion, pulled out a frying pan and whapped Yamcha on the head with all her might. He dropped like a stone. Buruma wiped her hands together. "Chi Chi said I might need that. Next time..." she gave him a kick "I'll use my Uzi."
Vejita smirked as Buruma sat down at the table. "You might make a good warrior if you could only get some ki."
Buruma decided to take it as a complement.
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AN: YaY! Another chapter! PLEASE REVIEW! What did you think!?!??!?!