~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z was created by Akira Toriyama. Akira Toriyama made all Characters in this story. (c) Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation. Used without permission, please don't sue me; I'm broke anyway.
It had been a week since Vejita had been staying with them and he only had two personalities. Rudeness and seduction. When he wasn't treating her like utter crap, he was trying to seduce her. Buruma sighed. It was getting hard for her to keep resisting such a goodlooking man, but she just didn't know him well enough to trust him. She had tried explaining to Yamucha what Vejita was trying to do, but of course he hadn't believed her. She didn't think Vejita had said more than two words in front of Yamucha and they certainly weren't directed at her, so why should she be believed? Vejita showed no interest in her whatsoever in front of Yamucha. Her husband had even asked her if she felt that Vejita would protect her if the need arose or if Vejita would just let her die.
Buruma didn't think Vejita truly cared for her, but she knew that Vejita would save her. He did want her body afterall and until he got it, she was a challenge to him. A challenge that must be won, in his eyes.
She sighed again. She just didn't know what was up with that man. He occupied her mind most of the day and she just couldn't get him out. She folded the afghan she was knitting and threw it aside. Boy, did she ever hate sewing. But it helped with her image as a lady. She flinched as she heard the ring of her door, knocking her out of her thoughts. She stood to answer the ring, waving her handmaiden off as she quickly did up her hair in a bun.
"Yes?", she spoke into the intercom. She tilted her head in confusion as she heard no reply. She shrugged and typed in the code to open the door. She frowned. Of course, he wouldn't say who he was.
"Milady.", a sultry voice greeted, bowing ever so slightly.
"Vejita-san.", she replied back with a mock-curtsy. "What has brought you here?"
"The thought of your company."
She sighed inwardly and moved aside so he could enter. He sauntered in and plopped down on the Queen's bed. She turned around to face him and rested her hands in front of her. She tilted her head expectantly. When he said nothing, she rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed.
"Vejita, what are you-"
"No 'Vejita-san?' My, my.. the lady decides to show her true colors.", Vejita said sarcastically. Buruma facefaulted as she realized her mistake.
"I beg your pardon, Vejita-san. I am tired." She faked a yawn to further note her point. He smirked, not believing it.
"You know," he whispered as he stood to stand behind her, "I never was one for proper little ladies. You shouldn't hide the way you really are."
He kissed the back of her neck softly. She turned to reprimand him for such inappropriate behavior, but he was gone. She looked around wildly, but he was nowhere to be found.
~*~
"Buruma, my dear, where are you?"
Buruma looked up from her electronic book. Her face took on a look of annoyance. "Yes, darling?"
Yamucha shuffled into the room from their personal kitchen. He sat down next to her on the small couch. She turned slightly towards him and waited expectantly.
"I will be leaving tomorrow on an urgent peace-treaty mission. Will you join me?" She looked mildly surprised, but nodded.
"Good," he said as stood up, "You should have your handmaiden start packing your things. I expect we'll be gone for a standard week."
She nodded again and also stood. "I will, milord." She walked to the tel-com to call for her handmaiden. Yamucha, seeing he was no longer being paid attention to, left the room. A few minutes later, a beautiful raven-haired girl walked into the room. She only looked to be about sixteen, but it wasn't strange that a handmaiden would be four years younger than her Queen.
"You're going on a one-week trip with him?", the handmaiden asked, sounding disgusted.
"I know, ChiChi. I don't know if I'll be able to stand it!", Buruma explained exasperated. ChiChi was the one person who knew her true feelings towards her husband. She was also the one person who felt the same way. The one other person on the planet who didn't look at Yamucha as if he were a god.
ChiChi shook her head and curled her upper lip, showing even more of her disgust. Then she smirked mischeviously. "You know.. you should take that hunky bodyguard of yours with you. Maybe then you'll have a little excitement."
"ChiChi!", Bulma scolded, "That man is insufferable! He does nothing but hit on me and treat me like crap." ChiChi stopped packing and just scratched her head confusedly. Buruma sighed.
"He's either doing one or the other. Can't he make up his mind?!" Buruma cried and threw a lilac-colored gown into her suitcase.
"Who?"
Both ladies present whirled around. ChiChi's eyebrows raised in surprise then she grinned over at Buruma. Her lady, however, didn't look too pleased.
"Vejita-san, I gave no permission for you to enter." She frowned and crossed her arms. A side of Vejita's lip lifted and he rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
"I'm so terribly sorry, milady.", he said with a hint of untruthfullness in his tone. He walked slowly over to the Queen. When he reached her, he unfolded her arms and took one frail hand in his palm. He turned it over and bent to place a soft kiss on the top of her hand. Just as he did, she wiggled her hand out of his grasp.
"I don't think I'll be needing-"
Just then, the door slid open yet again. Buruma growled loudly. "What is it with people entering my room without my permission?!"
"B-but, it's my room, too!", Yamucha sputtered as he walked in the door. She let out a sound of frustration, slammed her suitcase closed, grabbed ChiChi's hand and stormed out of the room with her handmaiden in tow.
Alrighty, so ChiChi is Buruma's handmaiden, ooOoOooOOoo... will I turn this into a B/V, K/CC or not? Hm hm hm.. Why don't you guys tell me if I should or not? Will Vejita join the royals on their week-long trip? Will Buruma last without killing him? Will he finally succeed at seducing her? Is Buruma starting to lose her patience? Will I ever shut up? Find out in the next installment of The Bodyguard! ^.^;;;
Side note: If you would like to get on the mailing list to be notified when I update any of my fics, leave a review saying so. Also, for those of you reading Tell it to my Heart, I have no clue when I'll get the next chapter out. I haven't even started on it yet. I simply don't have the motivation to write on that one right now. So read this one instead! ^.^
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Dragonball Z was created by Akira Toriyama. Akira Toriyama made all Characters in this story. (c) Akira Toriyama, Bird Studio, Toei Animation. Used without permission, please don't sue me; I'm broke anyway.
It had been a week since Vejita had been staying with them and he only had two personalities. Rudeness and seduction. When he wasn't treating her like utter crap, he was trying to seduce her. Buruma sighed. It was getting hard for her to keep resisting such a goodlooking man, but she just didn't know him well enough to trust him. She had tried explaining to Yamucha what Vejita was trying to do, but of course he hadn't believed her. She didn't think Vejita had said more than two words in front of Yamucha and they certainly weren't directed at her, so why should she be believed? Vejita showed no interest in her whatsoever in front of Yamucha. Her husband had even asked her if she felt that Vejita would protect her if the need arose or if Vejita would just let her die.
Buruma didn't think Vejita truly cared for her, but she knew that Vejita would save her. He did want her body afterall and until he got it, she was a challenge to him. A challenge that must be won, in his eyes.
She sighed again. She just didn't know what was up with that man. He occupied her mind most of the day and she just couldn't get him out. She folded the afghan she was knitting and threw it aside. Boy, did she ever hate sewing. But it helped with her image as a lady. She flinched as she heard the ring of her door, knocking her out of her thoughts. She stood to answer the ring, waving her handmaiden off as she quickly did up her hair in a bun.
"Yes?", she spoke into the intercom. She tilted her head in confusion as she heard no reply. She shrugged and typed in the code to open the door. She frowned. Of course, he wouldn't say who he was.
"Milady.", a sultry voice greeted, bowing ever so slightly.
"Vejita-san.", she replied back with a mock-curtsy. "What has brought you here?"
"The thought of your company."
She sighed inwardly and moved aside so he could enter. He sauntered in and plopped down on the Queen's bed. She turned around to face him and rested her hands in front of her. She tilted her head expectantly. When he said nothing, she rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed.
"Vejita, what are you-"
"No 'Vejita-san?' My, my.. the lady decides to show her true colors.", Vejita said sarcastically. Buruma facefaulted as she realized her mistake.
"I beg your pardon, Vejita-san. I am tired." She faked a yawn to further note her point. He smirked, not believing it.
"You know," he whispered as he stood to stand behind her, "I never was one for proper little ladies. You shouldn't hide the way you really are."
He kissed the back of her neck softly. She turned to reprimand him for such inappropriate behavior, but he was gone. She looked around wildly, but he was nowhere to be found.
~*~
"Buruma, my dear, where are you?"
Buruma looked up from her electronic book. Her face took on a look of annoyance. "Yes, darling?"
Yamucha shuffled into the room from their personal kitchen. He sat down next to her on the small couch. She turned slightly towards him and waited expectantly.
"I will be leaving tomorrow on an urgent peace-treaty mission. Will you join me?" She looked mildly surprised, but nodded.
"Good," he said as stood up, "You should have your handmaiden start packing your things. I expect we'll be gone for a standard week."
She nodded again and also stood. "I will, milord." She walked to the tel-com to call for her handmaiden. Yamucha, seeing he was no longer being paid attention to, left the room. A few minutes later, a beautiful raven-haired girl walked into the room. She only looked to be about sixteen, but it wasn't strange that a handmaiden would be four years younger than her Queen.
"You're going on a one-week trip with him?", the handmaiden asked, sounding disgusted.
"I know, ChiChi. I don't know if I'll be able to stand it!", Buruma explained exasperated. ChiChi was the one person who knew her true feelings towards her husband. She was also the one person who felt the same way. The one other person on the planet who didn't look at Yamucha as if he were a god.
ChiChi shook her head and curled her upper lip, showing even more of her disgust. Then she smirked mischeviously. "You know.. you should take that hunky bodyguard of yours with you. Maybe then you'll have a little excitement."
"ChiChi!", Bulma scolded, "That man is insufferable! He does nothing but hit on me and treat me like crap." ChiChi stopped packing and just scratched her head confusedly. Buruma sighed.
"He's either doing one or the other. Can't he make up his mind?!" Buruma cried and threw a lilac-colored gown into her suitcase.
"Who?"
Both ladies present whirled around. ChiChi's eyebrows raised in surprise then she grinned over at Buruma. Her lady, however, didn't look too pleased.
"Vejita-san, I gave no permission for you to enter." She frowned and crossed her arms. A side of Vejita's lip lifted and he rolled his eyes with a chuckle.
"I'm so terribly sorry, milady.", he said with a hint of untruthfullness in his tone. He walked slowly over to the Queen. When he reached her, he unfolded her arms and took one frail hand in his palm. He turned it over and bent to place a soft kiss on the top of her hand. Just as he did, she wiggled her hand out of his grasp.
"I don't think I'll be needing-"
Just then, the door slid open yet again. Buruma growled loudly. "What is it with people entering my room without my permission?!"
"B-but, it's my room, too!", Yamucha sputtered as he walked in the door. She let out a sound of frustration, slammed her suitcase closed, grabbed ChiChi's hand and stormed out of the room with her handmaiden in tow.
Alrighty, so ChiChi is Buruma's handmaiden, ooOoOooOOoo... will I turn this into a B/V, K/CC or not? Hm hm hm.. Why don't you guys tell me if I should or not? Will Vejita join the royals on their week-long trip? Will Buruma last without killing him? Will he finally succeed at seducing her? Is Buruma starting to lose her patience? Will I ever shut up? Find out in the next installment of The Bodyguard! ^.^;;;
Side note: If you would like to get on the mailing list to be notified when I update any of my fics, leave a review saying so. Also, for those of you reading Tell it to my Heart, I have no clue when I'll get the next chapter out. I haven't even started on it yet. I simply don't have the motivation to write on that one right now. So read this one instead! ^.^