~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 8
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 sniffed and dabbed a tissue at her damp cheeks. She continued to stare at the painting of her mother. Her mother had blonde hair and the same beautiful, blue eyes that Buruma had inherited. No one knew where Buruma got her blue hair from. Her father's was a shade of pale purple. Buruma remembered when she was a little girl, all of the noble children would pick on her for having an "odd" shade of hair. As she grew older, however, those same noble children, now men, would fight over her and shower her with compliments. Her exotic hair color was now one of her most beautiful features.
Buruma looked behind her as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Vejita-san, thank you for saving me. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there." He said nothing. She nodded to herself, "I was so scared and that was painful to my pride. What has happened to my assassin?"
He dropped his hand. "He is dead." She nodded again.
"This is my mother, you know. She died when I was young."
"I apologize for your loss, milady.", he replied, looking at the painting. She turned around completely to face him.
"Does Yamucha know that you followed me?", she asked, concerned.
He shook his head. "No, that fool went back to meetings."
She gasped. "Sir, you should not call the king such foul names!"
He just looked at her and whispered, "You know it's true." When she said nothing, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She pulled away quickly and turned to the side.
"We musn't. It isn't right." She started to cry again. She had almost been killed, had gotten in a fight with her husband and was now kissing another man. Again. All in a day's work, she mused.
"What isn't right is how he treats you.", Vejita said and began to kiss her again. This time, she didn't resist. He broke away and looked around them. When he saw no one, he lifted her off of the ground and into his arms. He carried her to his bedroom.
~*~
Buruma smiled as she laid her head on Vejita's chest. She was surprised that she didn't feel guilty at all. She fingered the hair on Vejita's chest as he smirked down at her.
"You know, when you first came here, I was so shocked that Yamucha would choose a Saiyajin to protect me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why is that? Do you not think we're capable?", he asked, somewhat offended.
"Oh, no, no! It's not that. It's just that when I was younger... well, you see, not many people know this, but the Saiyajin and the Dakurjin are enemies."
"Dakurjin?", he questioned.
"Yes, I am a native of Dakursei. Dakursei and Bejeetiesei used to be great friends and allies, but about twenty years ago, both of the kings had a falling out and went to war." She stopped, seeing if he was interested.
"Continue, woman." She smiled and laid her head back down on his chest.
"The queen of Bejeetiesei was a very kind and beautiful woman, but all of a sudden, she had a horrible accident. She was killed by a Coldjin, one of Frieza's men. However, the king of your planet did not know and blamed his wife's death on my father. My father, of course, had nothing to do with it, but could not convince the king of Bejeetiesei."
Vejita looked away and listed solemnly as she continued her story, his stomach starting to churn.
"The Bejeetiesei king declared war on Dakursei. Those were very dark times. Two planets that were once great friends were now terrible enemies. Bejeetiesei's king was so enraged at his wife's death, which he still believed was by my father's hand, that he... he killed my mother... as "returned payment." I... I still remember the day she died. I was only three, but I do remember. I still have nightmares about it, but I can never see the faces. It's strange like that, you know? I remember the prince, too. He was five and he laughed when my mother died. I think if I weren't so young at the time, I couldn't remember better."
Vejita continued to look away, now in deep thought. He had indeed laughed when Buruma's mother had died. Why was the story being told like this though? His father always said that the king of Dakursei had killed his mother.
"How do you know that a Coldjin killed the king's wife?", he asked, trying to see if she was lying or not.
"I was there. Another thing that I remember is the assassin's face. He was hideous. He... materialized into the room. It was just me, my mother, the queen of Bejeetiesei and my father. We were all having tea and he just appeared. "Death to Saiyajin trash!", I remember him yelling and he sent a ki blast through the queen. I remember my mother was crying so hard, then my father attacked the Coldjin. My father ended up killing him in the end, but was badly injured." Buruma stopped; she noticed Vejita was becoming very pale. "Are you alright?"
He nodded. "Continue the story."
"Well, Bejeetiesei's king came running into the room then and saw my father covered in blood and his wife dead on the ground. The Coldjin had been annihilated into dust, so there was no trace of him. The king assumed the worst naturally. I just wish I could remember all of the faces."
Vejita scratched at his neck and chest. He suddenly felt very hot and suffocated. He stood from the bed, still naked, and grabbed a pair of shorts. She sat up, covering herself with the sheet.
"Vejita? What is the matter?"
He looked back at her and saw how concerned she was. He tried to smile, but it came out wrong. "I've just never heard the story of my queen's death that way. I have to go." With that, he ran out of the room leaving behind a very confused queen.
~*~
ChiChi giggled. "You're so funny, Kakkarot."
He smiled and fell over from his position of standing on his head. As he did, the limb that was hidden underneath his armor become revealed. She gasped.
"You're a Saiyajin, too?!"
He slapped himself mentally, but knew it was too late now. He nodded and grinned, waving his tail around in the air.
"Wow...", she trailed off, staring in awe at the brown limb of fur.
"How old are you, ChiChi?", he asked, though already knowing the answer.
"I'm sixteen, you?"
"Nineteen. How long have you been serving your lady?", he asked, interested in finding out more about this little vixen.
"Five years, since she was eighteen and I was eleven. She is my best friend and is a wonderful mistress."
He nodded, she was very loyal to her queen. He could really get to like this girl.
That's it for this chapter. I was starting to fall into another slump, but then I wrote this in one sitting. Maybe I'll have another chapter soon, I don't know. Leave a note in your review if you'd like to be emailed with new chapters! ^^
Chapter 8
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 sniffed and dabbed a tissue at her damp cheeks. She continued to stare at the painting of her mother. Her mother had blonde hair and the same beautiful, blue eyes that Buruma had inherited. No one knew where Buruma got her blue hair from. Her father's was a shade of pale purple. Buruma remembered when she was a little girl, all of the noble children would pick on her for having an "odd" shade of hair. As she grew older, however, those same noble children, now men, would fight over her and shower her with compliments. Her exotic hair color was now one of her most beautiful features.
Buruma looked behind her as she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Vejita-san, thank you for saving me. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there." He said nothing. She nodded to herself, "I was so scared and that was painful to my pride. What has happened to my assassin?"
He dropped his hand. "He is dead." She nodded again.
"This is my mother, you know. She died when I was young."
"I apologize for your loss, milady.", he replied, looking at the painting. She turned around completely to face him.
"Does Yamucha know that you followed me?", she asked, concerned.
He shook his head. "No, that fool went back to meetings."
She gasped. "Sir, you should not call the king such foul names!"
He just looked at her and whispered, "You know it's true." When she said nothing, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. She pulled away quickly and turned to the side.
"We musn't. It isn't right." She started to cry again. She had almost been killed, had gotten in a fight with her husband and was now kissing another man. Again. All in a day's work, she mused.
"What isn't right is how he treats you.", Vejita said and began to kiss her again. This time, she didn't resist. He broke away and looked around them. When he saw no one, he lifted her off of the ground and into his arms. He carried her to his bedroom.
~*~
Buruma smiled as she laid her head on Vejita's chest. She was surprised that she didn't feel guilty at all. She fingered the hair on Vejita's chest as he smirked down at her.
"You know, when you first came here, I was so shocked that Yamucha would choose a Saiyajin to protect me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Why is that? Do you not think we're capable?", he asked, somewhat offended.
"Oh, no, no! It's not that. It's just that when I was younger... well, you see, not many people know this, but the Saiyajin and the Dakurjin are enemies."
"Dakurjin?", he questioned.
"Yes, I am a native of Dakursei. Dakursei and Bejeetiesei used to be great friends and allies, but about twenty years ago, both of the kings had a falling out and went to war." She stopped, seeing if he was interested.
"Continue, woman." She smiled and laid her head back down on his chest.
"The queen of Bejeetiesei was a very kind and beautiful woman, but all of a sudden, she had a horrible accident. She was killed by a Coldjin, one of Frieza's men. However, the king of your planet did not know and blamed his wife's death on my father. My father, of course, had nothing to do with it, but could not convince the king of Bejeetiesei."
Vejita looked away and listed solemnly as she continued her story, his stomach starting to churn.
"The Bejeetiesei king declared war on Dakursei. Those were very dark times. Two planets that were once great friends were now terrible enemies. Bejeetiesei's king was so enraged at his wife's death, which he still believed was by my father's hand, that he... he killed my mother... as "returned payment." I... I still remember the day she died. I was only three, but I do remember. I still have nightmares about it, but I can never see the faces. It's strange like that, you know? I remember the prince, too. He was five and he laughed when my mother died. I think if I weren't so young at the time, I couldn't remember better."
Vejita continued to look away, now in deep thought. He had indeed laughed when Buruma's mother had died. Why was the story being told like this though? His father always said that the king of Dakursei had killed his mother.
"How do you know that a Coldjin killed the king's wife?", he asked, trying to see if she was lying or not.
"I was there. Another thing that I remember is the assassin's face. He was hideous. He... materialized into the room. It was just me, my mother, the queen of Bejeetiesei and my father. We were all having tea and he just appeared. "Death to Saiyajin trash!", I remember him yelling and he sent a ki blast through the queen. I remember my mother was crying so hard, then my father attacked the Coldjin. My father ended up killing him in the end, but was badly injured." Buruma stopped; she noticed Vejita was becoming very pale. "Are you alright?"
He nodded. "Continue the story."
"Well, Bejeetiesei's king came running into the room then and saw my father covered in blood and his wife dead on the ground. The Coldjin had been annihilated into dust, so there was no trace of him. The king assumed the worst naturally. I just wish I could remember all of the faces."
Vejita scratched at his neck and chest. He suddenly felt very hot and suffocated. He stood from the bed, still naked, and grabbed a pair of shorts. She sat up, covering herself with the sheet.
"Vejita? What is the matter?"
He looked back at her and saw how concerned she was. He tried to smile, but it came out wrong. "I've just never heard the story of my queen's death that way. I have to go." With that, he ran out of the room leaving behind a very confused queen.
~*~
ChiChi giggled. "You're so funny, Kakkarot."
He smiled and fell over from his position of standing on his head. As he did, the limb that was hidden underneath his armor become revealed. She gasped.
"You're a Saiyajin, too?!"
He slapped himself mentally, but knew it was too late now. He nodded and grinned, waving his tail around in the air.
"Wow...", she trailed off, staring in awe at the brown limb of fur.
"How old are you, ChiChi?", he asked, though already knowing the answer.
"I'm sixteen, you?"
"Nineteen. How long have you been serving your lady?", he asked, interested in finding out more about this little vixen.
"Five years, since she was eighteen and I was eleven. She is my best friend and is a wonderful mistress."
He nodded, she was very loyal to her queen. He could really get to like this girl.
That's it for this chapter. I was starting to fall into another slump, but then I wrote this in one sitting. Maybe I'll have another chapter soon, I don't know. Leave a note in your review if you'd like to be emailed with new chapters! ^^