~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 5
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.
"Boy, you need to prove that you'll protect her. That will surely make her trust you more."
"How should I do this, father? I almost had her, but I know she was fearful."
"I don't care, just do it!"
Vejita sighed, "We've arrived. I'll contact you later."
Vejita watched as his father nodded and shut off the communicator. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. How WOULD he make her trust him more? She damn near hated him most of the time! Maybe some "accident" that I could save her from... he thought. She was beginning to come around and he just needed one last "charming" moment. He stood from his chair and walked swiftly from his room.
~*~
"Chi, did you pack everything?", Buruma asked as she closed the suitcase she had just finished throwing various items into.
"Yes, milady.", her friend responded.
"Let us go then, shall we? WHERE is Yamucha? I have no escort!"
"I'll escort you, milady."
Buruma ground her teeth together and turned around. She smiled falsely, "Vejita, it is proper for king to escort queen, but servants such as yourself may not know that."
Vejita stood from his leaning position against the doorframe and Buruma could see the hint of a frown on his face.
Servant? Vejita wondered angrily. Bah, the bitch doesn't even address me respectfully anymore. I definitely need to do something quick.
"Milady, King Yamucha has already left the ship. Allow me to escort such lovely ladies.", Vejita continued respectfully. Buruma left out a sound of frustration.
"He left! You cannot escort me; I am royalty and you are a servant! How dare he leave without me...", Buruma continued without realizing how rude she sounded. Vejita clenched his fists together and took a moment to ensure himself that he would not yell at her.
"I'm worthy of escorting royalty. Don't be arrogant." Buruma looked up at him and her eyes narrowed.
"Arrogant, am I? Ever since you came here, all you've done is treat me like a common whore. You try to seduce me when it is inappropriate and are rude to me when I am nice.", Vejita's face contorted angrier with every word, but still she continued, "I didn't want you when you showed up and I don't want you now. Let's face it, Vejita," she stared at him coldly, "You're just the hired slave."
Buruma heard ChiChi gasp behind her, but did not look. She kept her unfeeling eyes trained on Vejita's and watched as his face showed hurt. She expected a retort, but he simply about-faced and walked out of the room. She started to call after him, but stopped herself. He needed to be put in his place. Buruma turned to face ChiChi, realizing that she probably offended her as well by calling a servant a "slave." As true as it was, they were not referred to as such since it was so disrespectful.
ChiChi looked away from Buruma. "Chi, I didn't mean--"
"My mistress, we should be on our way, with your permission, of course.", ChiChi said coldly and waited for her queen to leave the room.
Mistress? Buruma wondered. ChiChi never positioned herself so inferior. Buruma's eyes welled up and she nodded, going to leave the room.
~*~
A couple of gloomy days had passed and it wasn't getting better. Occasionally, Vejita would accompany her somewhere since it was his duty, but everytime she tried to speak to him, he wouldn't even look at her, let alone respond. ChiChi was just the same. Her most common response to things was "Yes, your highness." Buruma was lonely and wished for someone to talk to. Yamucha was much too busy with the arranging of the treaty to pay any attention to her, had she wanted his attention.
The treaty itself was going well. Buruma and Yamucha were stationed together in a very nice apartment-like set-up. Vejita had a room next to theirs and ChiChi had one on the other side along with a few of Yamucha's servants. Buruma had only been to one meeting held about the treaty, but she had feared the two planets would go to war after how Yamucha had acted the first night of their arrival. Chikyuu-sei and Jin-sei had been feuding for years, but it had gotten worse lately. With a war about to break out, both rulers knew that all trade that took place between the planets would come to an end. The two rulers didn't like each other, of course, but they both profited from the trades. Buruma suspected that the people of both Jin-sei and Chikyuu-sei did not agree with a treaty, but they had no idea as to how much each planet benefited from the other.
Buruma sighed and picked up a pen. She was thinking of writing an apology letter to both ChiChi and Vejita. She could better express herself on paper and could take her time.
iDear Vejita,
I am profusely sorry for the way I mistreated you. I appreciate you and you aren't just a slave to me./i
Buruma stopped writing and crumpled up the paper, sighing. She then heard the door open and quickly threw the paper into the trashcan, then stood to face her husband.
"Buruma, my dear, I apologize for being so busy these past few days. I imagine you must be very bored. Are Vejita and ChiChi keeping you company well enough?", Yamucha asked, concerned. Buruma looked down in sadness, but nodded.
"Yes, milord, they keep me entertained well.", she responded neutrally. He nodded his approval and sat down on the bed, motioning for her to do the same. She numbly did as he ordered. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her elbow gently. Buruma fidgetted, now nervous. What was he doing? He never touched her like this.
"M-Milord, might I ask what you are doing?", Buruma stuttered. Yamucha just smiled.
"Darling, we've been married for some time now and we've never.. consumated.. our marriage." Buruma's stomach began to churn inside. Oh, no... please, no... she began to feel sick.
"W-Well, we d-don't really have to-to.", she coughed out, now a complete nervous wreck. He frowned and dropped his arm from her shoulders.
"I'll be needing an heir sometime, you know!" She cringed at his heated tone of voice and backed away from him a little bit. "I won't force you, but you WILL come to my bed, sooner or later!", he finished, now shouting.
In the room next door, a man lay awake listening to the sound of yelling and a woman starting to cry. Vejita sighed and turned over onto his side. He couldn't protect her from her own husband. He contined to listen to yelling and crying for a few more minutes before hearing the sound of a slamming door and loud stomping retreating down the hall. Since he was positive it was Yamucha leaving, due to the ki, Vejita slid out of bed. He threw on a pair of the shorts that were provided to him since he normally slept in the nude. He quietly cracked open his door and walked a few steps down the hall to the royal bedchamber.
He didn't bother to knock and just let himself in. He peeked into the bedroom and indeed, Buruma was sitting on the bed, crying. He walked over to her and sat down, not quite sure why he was even bothering. Hell, they should take care of their own marital problems; it wasn't his concern. He had to admit though, he was a tiny bit attracted to the queen and it distressed him to see her upset.
Buruma looked up as Vejita sat down next to her. "How did you get in?", she questioned, wiping her eyes quickly as if to hide the tears. He caught her hand and wiped them away with his own hand.
"It was amazing and like magic; I opened the door." This caused Buruma to giggle and she was beginning to feel better already.
"Yamucha will be angry if he finds out someone is in here and saw me crying.", she warned. He shrugged.
"He just won't find out, now will he?", Vejita responded quietly with his usual smirk. She nodded somewhat hesitantly.
"Vejita, about earlier, I... well, here.", she stood and walked over to the trashcan. She bent down and picked up the crumpled piece of paper she had began writing on not too long before. She unfolded it and handed it to the baffled man before her.
He looked at it and looked back up at her confused.
"I didn't get to finish it.", she laughed a little. He nodded and put the paper down. She sat back down beside him and they just looked at one another for a minute.
"Thank you for making me feel better, but maybe you should go. Yamucha may be back anytime..."
He looked at her and began to lean towards her. Buruma gulped nervously, but did not back away. She closed her eyes and after a moment, felt Vejita's warm, soft lips upon hers. She sighed softly and parted her lips. She shivered as she felt Vejita's tongue slide into her mouth. Their tongues circled each other as they kissed passionately. Buruma ran her hands through Vejita's hair as his hands came to rest on her back. Their mouths parted and Vejita's mouth trailed kisses lower to her neck. She let out a soft moan, but sobered quickly.
"Vejita, no! We can't... we can't do this. I-I'm married.", she said sadly. Vejita's hands dropped from her back and he looked into her deep, blue eyes.
"Let us be together, Buruma.", he said softly. Her eyes widened as her name rolled off of his tongue for the first time.
"We cannot. It is not right." He nodded slightly and stood. She grasped his hand and rose with him. He looked at her questioningly. She caressed his face and kissed him gently before leading him to the door.
"Now go. You musn't be seen here.", she whispered. He nodded and left quickly. Buruma closed the door and slid to the floor. She began to cry quietly and covered her face. What am I going to do? Why did my life have to go and get so complicated?
~*~
Vejita smirked maliciously and picked up the communicator. A few moments and a ring later, a groggy man's face took the place of the static on the small screen.
"Boy, what is it? It's the middle of the night over here!"
"Father, I've almost got her. I even almost took her to bed.", Vejita stated proudly. The other man's eyes widened.
"Well done, then! You don't HAVE to screw her though, as long as she trusts you."
Vejita nodded and rubbed his chin. "She's lovely though, I wouldn't mind."
The older man chuckled and shook his head. "Well, whatever, I'm going back to sleep! I'll contact you tomorrow."
With this, the screen showed static once more. Vejita laughed to himself, setting the communicator aside. Soon, little one...
Yay! New chapter in two.. or three.. days! Isn't that so much better than a year? I can't guarantee how long I'll keep it up though. The chapters are short, but it's easier for me to get them out quicker this way. Till next time... ^-^
Chapter 5
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.
"Boy, you need to prove that you'll protect her. That will surely make her trust you more."
"How should I do this, father? I almost had her, but I know she was fearful."
"I don't care, just do it!"
Vejita sighed, "We've arrived. I'll contact you later."
Vejita watched as his father nodded and shut off the communicator. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. How WOULD he make her trust him more? She damn near hated him most of the time! Maybe some "accident" that I could save her from... he thought. She was beginning to come around and he just needed one last "charming" moment. He stood from his chair and walked swiftly from his room.
~*~
"Chi, did you pack everything?", Buruma asked as she closed the suitcase she had just finished throwing various items into.
"Yes, milady.", her friend responded.
"Let us go then, shall we? WHERE is Yamucha? I have no escort!"
"I'll escort you, milady."
Buruma ground her teeth together and turned around. She smiled falsely, "Vejita, it is proper for king to escort queen, but servants such as yourself may not know that."
Vejita stood from his leaning position against the doorframe and Buruma could see the hint of a frown on his face.
Servant? Vejita wondered angrily. Bah, the bitch doesn't even address me respectfully anymore. I definitely need to do something quick.
"Milady, King Yamucha has already left the ship. Allow me to escort such lovely ladies.", Vejita continued respectfully. Buruma left out a sound of frustration.
"He left! You cannot escort me; I am royalty and you are a servant! How dare he leave without me...", Buruma continued without realizing how rude she sounded. Vejita clenched his fists together and took a moment to ensure himself that he would not yell at her.
"I'm worthy of escorting royalty. Don't be arrogant." Buruma looked up at him and her eyes narrowed.
"Arrogant, am I? Ever since you came here, all you've done is treat me like a common whore. You try to seduce me when it is inappropriate and are rude to me when I am nice.", Vejita's face contorted angrier with every word, but still she continued, "I didn't want you when you showed up and I don't want you now. Let's face it, Vejita," she stared at him coldly, "You're just the hired slave."
Buruma heard ChiChi gasp behind her, but did not look. She kept her unfeeling eyes trained on Vejita's and watched as his face showed hurt. She expected a retort, but he simply about-faced and walked out of the room. She started to call after him, but stopped herself. He needed to be put in his place. Buruma turned to face ChiChi, realizing that she probably offended her as well by calling a servant a "slave." As true as it was, they were not referred to as such since it was so disrespectful.
ChiChi looked away from Buruma. "Chi, I didn't mean--"
"My mistress, we should be on our way, with your permission, of course.", ChiChi said coldly and waited for her queen to leave the room.
Mistress? Buruma wondered. ChiChi never positioned herself so inferior. Buruma's eyes welled up and she nodded, going to leave the room.
~*~
A couple of gloomy days had passed and it wasn't getting better. Occasionally, Vejita would accompany her somewhere since it was his duty, but everytime she tried to speak to him, he wouldn't even look at her, let alone respond. ChiChi was just the same. Her most common response to things was "Yes, your highness." Buruma was lonely and wished for someone to talk to. Yamucha was much too busy with the arranging of the treaty to pay any attention to her, had she wanted his attention.
The treaty itself was going well. Buruma and Yamucha were stationed together in a very nice apartment-like set-up. Vejita had a room next to theirs and ChiChi had one on the other side along with a few of Yamucha's servants. Buruma had only been to one meeting held about the treaty, but she had feared the two planets would go to war after how Yamucha had acted the first night of their arrival. Chikyuu-sei and Jin-sei had been feuding for years, but it had gotten worse lately. With a war about to break out, both rulers knew that all trade that took place between the planets would come to an end. The two rulers didn't like each other, of course, but they both profited from the trades. Buruma suspected that the people of both Jin-sei and Chikyuu-sei did not agree with a treaty, but they had no idea as to how much each planet benefited from the other.
Buruma sighed and picked up a pen. She was thinking of writing an apology letter to both ChiChi and Vejita. She could better express herself on paper and could take her time.
iDear Vejita,
I am profusely sorry for the way I mistreated you. I appreciate you and you aren't just a slave to me./i
Buruma stopped writing and crumpled up the paper, sighing. She then heard the door open and quickly threw the paper into the trashcan, then stood to face her husband.
"Buruma, my dear, I apologize for being so busy these past few days. I imagine you must be very bored. Are Vejita and ChiChi keeping you company well enough?", Yamucha asked, concerned. Buruma looked down in sadness, but nodded.
"Yes, milord, they keep me entertained well.", she responded neutrally. He nodded his approval and sat down on the bed, motioning for her to do the same. She numbly did as he ordered. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and rubbed her elbow gently. Buruma fidgetted, now nervous. What was he doing? He never touched her like this.
"M-Milord, might I ask what you are doing?", Buruma stuttered. Yamucha just smiled.
"Darling, we've been married for some time now and we've never.. consumated.. our marriage." Buruma's stomach began to churn inside. Oh, no... please, no... she began to feel sick.
"W-Well, we d-don't really have to-to.", she coughed out, now a complete nervous wreck. He frowned and dropped his arm from her shoulders.
"I'll be needing an heir sometime, you know!" She cringed at his heated tone of voice and backed away from him a little bit. "I won't force you, but you WILL come to my bed, sooner or later!", he finished, now shouting.
In the room next door, a man lay awake listening to the sound of yelling and a woman starting to cry. Vejita sighed and turned over onto his side. He couldn't protect her from her own husband. He contined to listen to yelling and crying for a few more minutes before hearing the sound of a slamming door and loud stomping retreating down the hall. Since he was positive it was Yamucha leaving, due to the ki, Vejita slid out of bed. He threw on a pair of the shorts that were provided to him since he normally slept in the nude. He quietly cracked open his door and walked a few steps down the hall to the royal bedchamber.
He didn't bother to knock and just let himself in. He peeked into the bedroom and indeed, Buruma was sitting on the bed, crying. He walked over to her and sat down, not quite sure why he was even bothering. Hell, they should take care of their own marital problems; it wasn't his concern. He had to admit though, he was a tiny bit attracted to the queen and it distressed him to see her upset.
Buruma looked up as Vejita sat down next to her. "How did you get in?", she questioned, wiping her eyes quickly as if to hide the tears. He caught her hand and wiped them away with his own hand.
"It was amazing and like magic; I opened the door." This caused Buruma to giggle and she was beginning to feel better already.
"Yamucha will be angry if he finds out someone is in here and saw me crying.", she warned. He shrugged.
"He just won't find out, now will he?", Vejita responded quietly with his usual smirk. She nodded somewhat hesitantly.
"Vejita, about earlier, I... well, here.", she stood and walked over to the trashcan. She bent down and picked up the crumpled piece of paper she had began writing on not too long before. She unfolded it and handed it to the baffled man before her.
He looked at it and looked back up at her confused.
"I didn't get to finish it.", she laughed a little. He nodded and put the paper down. She sat back down beside him and they just looked at one another for a minute.
"Thank you for making me feel better, but maybe you should go. Yamucha may be back anytime..."
He looked at her and began to lean towards her. Buruma gulped nervously, but did not back away. She closed her eyes and after a moment, felt Vejita's warm, soft lips upon hers. She sighed softly and parted her lips. She shivered as she felt Vejita's tongue slide into her mouth. Their tongues circled each other as they kissed passionately. Buruma ran her hands through Vejita's hair as his hands came to rest on her back. Their mouths parted and Vejita's mouth trailed kisses lower to her neck. She let out a soft moan, but sobered quickly.
"Vejita, no! We can't... we can't do this. I-I'm married.", she said sadly. Vejita's hands dropped from her back and he looked into her deep, blue eyes.
"Let us be together, Buruma.", he said softly. Her eyes widened as her name rolled off of his tongue for the first time.
"We cannot. It is not right." He nodded slightly and stood. She grasped his hand and rose with him. He looked at her questioningly. She caressed his face and kissed him gently before leading him to the door.
"Now go. You musn't be seen here.", she whispered. He nodded and left quickly. Buruma closed the door and slid to the floor. She began to cry quietly and covered her face. What am I going to do? Why did my life have to go and get so complicated?
~*~
Vejita smirked maliciously and picked up the communicator. A few moments and a ring later, a groggy man's face took the place of the static on the small screen.
"Boy, what is it? It's the middle of the night over here!"
"Father, I've almost got her. I even almost took her to bed.", Vejita stated proudly. The other man's eyes widened.
"Well done, then! You don't HAVE to screw her though, as long as she trusts you."
Vejita nodded and rubbed his chin. "She's lovely though, I wouldn't mind."
The older man chuckled and shook his head. "Well, whatever, I'm going back to sleep! I'll contact you tomorrow."
With this, the screen showed static once more. Vejita laughed to himself, setting the communicator aside. Soon, little one...
Yay! New chapter in two.. or three.. days! Isn't that so much better than a year? I can't guarantee how long I'll keep it up though. The chapters are short, but it's easier for me to get them out quicker this way. Till next time... ^-^