~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 7
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.
Vejita gave Buruma a quick once-over to ensure that she was alright. After he saw her fumble to get across the room and away from her would-be assassin, he turned to face the man again.
"You dare to attempt murder on MY watch? You fool! You'll die!", Vejita yelled, enraged. The other man simply stared with his mouth gaping open.
"I see you're stunned at my power. Well, I don't blame you." Vejita smirked arrogantly. The other man still stared. Vejita was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Why wasn't this man saying anything? Doing anything? Hell, at LEAST try to attack me! Vejita thought. After a few more minutes, Vejita finally decided to attack the other man himself.
As if in a flash, Vejita had the assassin in a strangle hold around his neck. He was slowly suffocating the man, but lost his concentration as he heard the queen cough out "ChiChi." He looked over at Buruma, still holding the man, though not as tight. He followed the queen's gaze to the door to see her handmaiden staring in fear at the scene before her.
"Girl, take your lady away!", Vejita yelled and nodded in Buruma's direction. ChiChi nodded and quickly ran to her queen's side. Helping her stand up, they both ran out of the room, Buruma crying on the way.
Vejita frowned and looked back at the man, still being held up by the neck.
"Well, today is your lucky day, you pathetic fool. You tried to assinate the queen, made her cry, and made me bust down a door and all I'm going to do is give you a quick death--slice your head off.", Vejita stated, matter-of-factly.
"My p-prince..."
At this, Vejita dropped the man and ripped off his mask. He gasped at what he saw and punched the man across the face.
"Kakkarot, you BAKA! What the FUCK are you doing here?!", Vejita yelled, then punched him once more for the hell of it. Kakkarot stood up shakily and rubbed his neck.
"I had no intentions of killing the queen! I knew you were right outside; it was only to draw you in. Your father told me to do so!", Kakkarot sputtered, fearing the prince's wrath.
"Why?!" Vejita was still yelling. Kakkarot rubbed the back of his neck and grinned.
"I think you popped some of my brain cells, my prince. I can't remember too well.", he laughed out.
Vejita drew back his fist, ready to punch again, but Kakkarot threw up his hands in defeat. "Something about you needing the queen to trust you!"
Vejita ground his teeth together. He hadn't been informed that Kakkarot would be coming. "Well, she did before, but now she REALLY will. Get the hell out of here and go back to Bejeetie-sei; I don't need your help." Vejita turned around and started walking away. Kakkarot stopped him with a "Hey!"
Vejita threw his head over his shoulder with a questioning look.
"You didn't know it was me, didja?", Kakkarot grinned. Vejita rolled his eyes.
"Since you're just dying to tell me, how DID you make it so I couldn't recognize your ki?", Vejita asked, hiding the fact that he was curious.
"Pretty nifty, huh? My dad invented it. It's a ki mask. It can either lower your ki to practically nothing so you can go by undetected, or mask it so someone who knows your ki can't recognize it." Vejita nodded, interested.
"Well, have Bardock make some more of those then. They could prove to be useful."
Kakkarot perked up again. "Your father's already got them in progress of being made. Say, Vejita-sama, might I stay here? You never know; you just may need me sometime."
Vejita scoffed. "Yeah, right! I don't need a third-class baka!" Vejita crossed his arms and smirked arrogantly at the younger warrior.
"C'mon, Vejita! I'm an elite now and you know it!", Kakkarot whined. He had been promoted when he was thirteen because of his power level. This was six years ago and he and Vejita were best friends and training partners now, though Vejita wouldn't admit it.
Vejita sighed and rolled his eyes. He dropped his arms to his sides and frowned. "Fine, fool, you may stay. You can pose as a healer or some shit. I don't give a damn, just stay out of my way!"
Kakkarot smiled brightly. "Alright! So, I'll like... say I'm a healer to tend to the queen's wounds. Yeah, that's it." Vejita's thoughts trailed off as the younger Saiyajin rambled on.
Buruma will definitely trust me now, though I'm certain she did before, since she kissed me. Her lips... they were so soft... just like her skin. Can I really fulfill the plan? Vejita wondered. He looked up at Kakkarot again to hear him now talking about the "girl who took the queen."
"...and she was really pretty! Who is she, Vejita?", Kakkarot ended with a question.
"The queen's handmaiden." Vejita quirked an eyebrow. "She's sixteen, you know."
"Perfect! I'm only five years older than her!", Kakkarot exclaimed happily. Vejita rolled his eyes and motioned with his head for his comrade to follow. He walked out of the room and began to think of a lie to tell the queen about her assassin.
~*~
"Oh, Chi, someone wants me dead!", Buruma cried, shaking all over. She flattened her dress endlessly, trying to control her immense fear. She was the queen and everybody loved her. Never, had she been attacked so violently. Actually, she had never been attacked period except when she was younger. She cringed as she thought about that and pushed it to the back of her mind. ChiChi wiped her tear-stained cheeks with a damp towel.
"Milady, I'm sure Vejita-san made them regret their mistake. Do not worry yourself."
Buruma slammed her fist into the bed. "Why did I lock him out?! I could have died. Thank Kami that he... he saved me." She smiled a little bit. He saved me...
Buruma snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a knock at the door. "Milady?", the person on the other side questioned.
"You may enter.", she responded and ChiChi stood to greet the person as they came in. Vejita nodded his head at ChiChi and walked over to the queen.
"Are you alright, milady?", he asked with genuine concern. "I have brought a healer if need be."
"I am fine. My neck is just a little sore." Vejita looked at Kakkarot and he nodded in return, walking over to the queen and prince. He glanced at ChiChi quickly as he walked over and smiled. She blushed and looked at her lady.
"My queen, with your permission, I will massage the soreness in your neck."
"Oh yes, good healer, please do so!", she responded hopefully.
"You may leave, Vejita-san, and thanks be to you for saving me." Buruma dismissed him.
"Buruma," he flinched at his slip-up as Kakkarot and ChiChi looked in his direction, "I mean, milady, I wish to stay near you for the rest of the night for your protection."
She nodded. "I suppose that would be wise." Her head then jerked to the door as it was slammed open. Yamucha ran into the room and straight to his wife.
"Buruma, are you okay?! Who's that man massaging you?! Someone tried to kill you?! Where were you, Vejita?!", he yelled, whilst checking out Buruma vigorously. She stood up angrily.
"He was right there, saving me! Not like you!", she yelled back. Yamucha stepped back, alarmed at her outburst. "And this is the healer, someone else who bothers to HELP me instead of attending meetings all day long and neglecting their wife!"
"Buruma, forgive me, I was only concerned for your well-being.", Yamucha pointed out quietly. Buruma's hands went up to cover her ears and she ran out of the room, no longer being able to stand anyone.
Okay, Vejita's a prince, Kakkarot's a "healer", and Buruma is pissed. What could I possibly screw up next? I hope this fic is becoming at least a LITTLE interesting. I've decided I'm not going to bother to re-upload my NC-17 fics as rated R because after reading them, they suck anyway. Sooo, want to be emailed with new chapters? Say so in your review. 'Till next time....
Chapter 7
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.
Vejita gave Buruma a quick once-over to ensure that she was alright. After he saw her fumble to get across the room and away from her would-be assassin, he turned to face the man again.
"You dare to attempt murder on MY watch? You fool! You'll die!", Vejita yelled, enraged. The other man simply stared with his mouth gaping open.
"I see you're stunned at my power. Well, I don't blame you." Vejita smirked arrogantly. The other man still stared. Vejita was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Why wasn't this man saying anything? Doing anything? Hell, at LEAST try to attack me! Vejita thought. After a few more minutes, Vejita finally decided to attack the other man himself.
As if in a flash, Vejita had the assassin in a strangle hold around his neck. He was slowly suffocating the man, but lost his concentration as he heard the queen cough out "ChiChi." He looked over at Buruma, still holding the man, though not as tight. He followed the queen's gaze to the door to see her handmaiden staring in fear at the scene before her.
"Girl, take your lady away!", Vejita yelled and nodded in Buruma's direction. ChiChi nodded and quickly ran to her queen's side. Helping her stand up, they both ran out of the room, Buruma crying on the way.
Vejita frowned and looked back at the man, still being held up by the neck.
"Well, today is your lucky day, you pathetic fool. You tried to assinate the queen, made her cry, and made me bust down a door and all I'm going to do is give you a quick death--slice your head off.", Vejita stated, matter-of-factly.
"My p-prince..."
At this, Vejita dropped the man and ripped off his mask. He gasped at what he saw and punched the man across the face.
"Kakkarot, you BAKA! What the FUCK are you doing here?!", Vejita yelled, then punched him once more for the hell of it. Kakkarot stood up shakily and rubbed his neck.
"I had no intentions of killing the queen! I knew you were right outside; it was only to draw you in. Your father told me to do so!", Kakkarot sputtered, fearing the prince's wrath.
"Why?!" Vejita was still yelling. Kakkarot rubbed the back of his neck and grinned.
"I think you popped some of my brain cells, my prince. I can't remember too well.", he laughed out.
Vejita drew back his fist, ready to punch again, but Kakkarot threw up his hands in defeat. "Something about you needing the queen to trust you!"
Vejita ground his teeth together. He hadn't been informed that Kakkarot would be coming. "Well, she did before, but now she REALLY will. Get the hell out of here and go back to Bejeetie-sei; I don't need your help." Vejita turned around and started walking away. Kakkarot stopped him with a "Hey!"
Vejita threw his head over his shoulder with a questioning look.
"You didn't know it was me, didja?", Kakkarot grinned. Vejita rolled his eyes.
"Since you're just dying to tell me, how DID you make it so I couldn't recognize your ki?", Vejita asked, hiding the fact that he was curious.
"Pretty nifty, huh? My dad invented it. It's a ki mask. It can either lower your ki to practically nothing so you can go by undetected, or mask it so someone who knows your ki can't recognize it." Vejita nodded, interested.
"Well, have Bardock make some more of those then. They could prove to be useful."
Kakkarot perked up again. "Your father's already got them in progress of being made. Say, Vejita-sama, might I stay here? You never know; you just may need me sometime."
Vejita scoffed. "Yeah, right! I don't need a third-class baka!" Vejita crossed his arms and smirked arrogantly at the younger warrior.
"C'mon, Vejita! I'm an elite now and you know it!", Kakkarot whined. He had been promoted when he was thirteen because of his power level. This was six years ago and he and Vejita were best friends and training partners now, though Vejita wouldn't admit it.
Vejita sighed and rolled his eyes. He dropped his arms to his sides and frowned. "Fine, fool, you may stay. You can pose as a healer or some shit. I don't give a damn, just stay out of my way!"
Kakkarot smiled brightly. "Alright! So, I'll like... say I'm a healer to tend to the queen's wounds. Yeah, that's it." Vejita's thoughts trailed off as the younger Saiyajin rambled on.
Buruma will definitely trust me now, though I'm certain she did before, since she kissed me. Her lips... they were so soft... just like her skin. Can I really fulfill the plan? Vejita wondered. He looked up at Kakkarot again to hear him now talking about the "girl who took the queen."
"...and she was really pretty! Who is she, Vejita?", Kakkarot ended with a question.
"The queen's handmaiden." Vejita quirked an eyebrow. "She's sixteen, you know."
"Perfect! I'm only five years older than her!", Kakkarot exclaimed happily. Vejita rolled his eyes and motioned with his head for his comrade to follow. He walked out of the room and began to think of a lie to tell the queen about her assassin.
~*~
"Oh, Chi, someone wants me dead!", Buruma cried, shaking all over. She flattened her dress endlessly, trying to control her immense fear. She was the queen and everybody loved her. Never, had she been attacked so violently. Actually, she had never been attacked period except when she was younger. She cringed as she thought about that and pushed it to the back of her mind. ChiChi wiped her tear-stained cheeks with a damp towel.
"Milady, I'm sure Vejita-san made them regret their mistake. Do not worry yourself."
Buruma slammed her fist into the bed. "Why did I lock him out?! I could have died. Thank Kami that he... he saved me." She smiled a little bit. He saved me...
Buruma snapped out of her thoughts as she heard a knock at the door. "Milady?", the person on the other side questioned.
"You may enter.", she responded and ChiChi stood to greet the person as they came in. Vejita nodded his head at ChiChi and walked over to the queen.
"Are you alright, milady?", he asked with genuine concern. "I have brought a healer if need be."
"I am fine. My neck is just a little sore." Vejita looked at Kakkarot and he nodded in return, walking over to the queen and prince. He glanced at ChiChi quickly as he walked over and smiled. She blushed and looked at her lady.
"My queen, with your permission, I will massage the soreness in your neck."
"Oh yes, good healer, please do so!", she responded hopefully.
"You may leave, Vejita-san, and thanks be to you for saving me." Buruma dismissed him.
"Buruma," he flinched at his slip-up as Kakkarot and ChiChi looked in his direction, "I mean, milady, I wish to stay near you for the rest of the night for your protection."
She nodded. "I suppose that would be wise." Her head then jerked to the door as it was slammed open. Yamucha ran into the room and straight to his wife.
"Buruma, are you okay?! Who's that man massaging you?! Someone tried to kill you?! Where were you, Vejita?!", he yelled, whilst checking out Buruma vigorously. She stood up angrily.
"He was right there, saving me! Not like you!", she yelled back. Yamucha stepped back, alarmed at her outburst. "And this is the healer, someone else who bothers to HELP me instead of attending meetings all day long and neglecting their wife!"
"Buruma, forgive me, I was only concerned for your well-being.", Yamucha pointed out quietly. Buruma's hands went up to cover her ears and she ran out of the room, no longer being able to stand anyone.
Okay, Vejita's a prince, Kakkarot's a "healer", and Buruma is pissed. What could I possibly screw up next? I hope this fic is becoming at least a LITTLE interesting. I've decided I'm not going to bother to re-upload my NC-17 fics as rated R because after reading them, they suck anyway. Sooo, want to be emailed with new chapters? Say so in your review. 'Till next time....