~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 4
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.
Buruma tossed her suitcase onto her bed and flopped down onto it, as well. What was WITH that man? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Sure, she didn't have any excitement in her life and she had wished she did, but this was NOT the type of excitement she was hoping for. She sat up and rubbed her eyes as ChiChi walked into the room. ChiChi sat beside her and held her friend and lady's hand.
"Buruma, why do you let him get to you?", ChiChi asked gently. Buruma sighed.
"BECAUSE, CHI! Vejita is a horrid little--"
"Hun, I was referring to Yamucha. I can see who you're thinking about though." ChiChi winked and nudged Buruma playfully. She, in turn, blushed profusely and stood up. She brushed her dress off and began unpacking her things.
"You know, I just thank the Heavens that moron Vejita isn't coming on this trip. I'd go insane!", Buruma said, while hanging up a blouse.
"Yeah, I know what you--"
Yamucha walked into the room and asked sarcastically, "Gee, I hope I'm allowed in here this time." Buruma turned around and crossed her arms in time to see Vejita walk in behind Yamucha. Out of Yamucha's wakeful eye, Vejita licked his lips and smirked flirtatiously. Buruma's mouth dropped open.
"M-Milord! You did not inform me that he would be joining us!", Buruma sputtered. She pointed accusingly at Vejita and waited impatiently for her husband's response. Yamucha raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem with that, my dear?", he asked surprised. Buruma let her arm to her side and shook her head solemnly, but then stomped out of the room. ChiChi looked from king to bodyguard, then followed her queen.
"What is with that woman lately?", Yamucha mumbled to himself. Vejita just smiled to himself and let his eyes wander to the door.
~*~
"Father, I'm trying, she just--"
"NONSENSE, BOY! Try harder!"
Vejita's head jilted back as the communicator showed static of the other side hanging up. He slammed the communicator down, "FUCK!"
~*~
"Milady.", Vejita greeted seductively as he leaned against the doorframe of Buruma and Yamucha's room. Yamucha, of course, wasn't there. Buruma stood up from her bending position and turned around slowly.
"Vejita-san, I expect we'll be arriving shortly and I am quite busy getting ready. So, if you don't mind--"
"No, I don't mind at all." He walked up to her slowly and circled her until he stood behind her. "Allow me to help you dress appropriately for the occasion." With this, he began to slide the sleeves of her dress down. She whirled around and slapped him across the face.
"How dare you?" She pulled her sleeves up and walked to the other side of the room. "You should leave." Vejita touched his face where her delicate hand had just been. It did not hurt, but he was somewhat shocked that she had actually slapped him. "Yamucha hired you to PROTECT me from guys... guys like you!", she continued. Vejita's hand lowered to his side and he growled inside. What a bitch, he thought, but kept a straight face.
"Forgive me.", he said quietly and lowered his eyes. Buruma looked at him and felt bad. Maybe slapping him was a little irrational. What am I THINKING? He was trying to UNDRESS me! She shook her head and walked up to him. She rested her hand on her shoulder.
"I... I'm sorry, Vejita-san."
He looked up with hope in his eyes and she smiled. That beautiful, radiant smile. They stared at each other for a few moments before he started to lean in. She began to close her eyes when the door busted open. They broke apart quickly and looked to the intruder.
"Buruma, my dear, we have... arrived... am I interrupting something?"
Buruma shook her head at her husband and lifted her suitcase off of the bed. She glanced at Vejita and walked out the door.
Damnit, I was so close, Vejita thought.
A VERY short chapter just to let you people who have been emailing me know that I'm alive. 99% of the people who are reading this probably don't even know what it is, it's been forever since I've posted a chapter. ^^; I wasn't going to continue on it, but all of the sweet, encouraging emails gave me inspiration to write. I hope that I'll continue to write and have the next chapter posted sometime soon. I lost a couple of emails of people who wanted to be notified of new chapters, so if you're reading and you're one of them, or anyone, and you want to be emailed when I put up a new chapter, let me know in a review. Man, I come back to FF.net to see that NC-17 fics are no longer allowed? Fine, then, I'll just change mine to be rated R. .
Chapter 4
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.
Buruma tossed her suitcase onto her bed and flopped down onto it, as well. What was WITH that man? Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Sure, she didn't have any excitement in her life and she had wished she did, but this was NOT the type of excitement she was hoping for. She sat up and rubbed her eyes as ChiChi walked into the room. ChiChi sat beside her and held her friend and lady's hand.
"Buruma, why do you let him get to you?", ChiChi asked gently. Buruma sighed.
"BECAUSE, CHI! Vejita is a horrid little--"
"Hun, I was referring to Yamucha. I can see who you're thinking about though." ChiChi winked and nudged Buruma playfully. She, in turn, blushed profusely and stood up. She brushed her dress off and began unpacking her things.
"You know, I just thank the Heavens that moron Vejita isn't coming on this trip. I'd go insane!", Buruma said, while hanging up a blouse.
"Yeah, I know what you--"
Yamucha walked into the room and asked sarcastically, "Gee, I hope I'm allowed in here this time." Buruma turned around and crossed her arms in time to see Vejita walk in behind Yamucha. Out of Yamucha's wakeful eye, Vejita licked his lips and smirked flirtatiously. Buruma's mouth dropped open.
"M-Milord! You did not inform me that he would be joining us!", Buruma sputtered. She pointed accusingly at Vejita and waited impatiently for her husband's response. Yamucha raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem with that, my dear?", he asked surprised. Buruma let her arm to her side and shook her head solemnly, but then stomped out of the room. ChiChi looked from king to bodyguard, then followed her queen.
"What is with that woman lately?", Yamucha mumbled to himself. Vejita just smiled to himself and let his eyes wander to the door.
~*~
"Father, I'm trying, she just--"
"NONSENSE, BOY! Try harder!"
Vejita's head jilted back as the communicator showed static of the other side hanging up. He slammed the communicator down, "FUCK!"
~*~
"Milady.", Vejita greeted seductively as he leaned against the doorframe of Buruma and Yamucha's room. Yamucha, of course, wasn't there. Buruma stood up from her bending position and turned around slowly.
"Vejita-san, I expect we'll be arriving shortly and I am quite busy getting ready. So, if you don't mind--"
"No, I don't mind at all." He walked up to her slowly and circled her until he stood behind her. "Allow me to help you dress appropriately for the occasion." With this, he began to slide the sleeves of her dress down. She whirled around and slapped him across the face.
"How dare you?" She pulled her sleeves up and walked to the other side of the room. "You should leave." Vejita touched his face where her delicate hand had just been. It did not hurt, but he was somewhat shocked that she had actually slapped him. "Yamucha hired you to PROTECT me from guys... guys like you!", she continued. Vejita's hand lowered to his side and he growled inside. What a bitch, he thought, but kept a straight face.
"Forgive me.", he said quietly and lowered his eyes. Buruma looked at him and felt bad. Maybe slapping him was a little irrational. What am I THINKING? He was trying to UNDRESS me! She shook her head and walked up to him. She rested her hand on her shoulder.
"I... I'm sorry, Vejita-san."
He looked up with hope in his eyes and she smiled. That beautiful, radiant smile. They stared at each other for a few moments before he started to lean in. She began to close her eyes when the door busted open. They broke apart quickly and looked to the intruder.
"Buruma, my dear, we have... arrived... am I interrupting something?"
Buruma shook her head at her husband and lifted her suitcase off of the bed. She glanced at Vejita and walked out the door.
Damnit, I was so close, Vejita thought.
A VERY short chapter just to let you people who have been emailing me know that I'm alive. 99% of the people who are reading this probably don't even know what it is, it's been forever since I've posted a chapter. ^^; I wasn't going to continue on it, but all of the sweet, encouraging emails gave me inspiration to write. I hope that I'll continue to write and have the next chapter posted sometime soon. I lost a couple of emails of people who wanted to be notified of new chapters, so if you're reading and you're one of them, or anyone, and you want to be emailed when I put up a new chapter, let me know in a review. Man, I come back to FF.net to see that NC-17 fics are no longer allowed? Fine, then, I'll just change mine to be rated R. .