~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 9
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 couldn't stop saying "What?!" to himself. His mind was racing a million miles a minute and that was a new experience for him. She was lying. She had to be. He kept screaming in his mind that she was lying. As he stormed about through the halls in his pair of shorts, people stared, but no one said a thing to the "fearsome bodyguard."
Oh, Gods, she must be lying. That little bitch is lying to me! he thought furiously. He looked up from the floor he had just memorized by looking at it for so long. He stopped walking and looked around.
"Oh, where the fuck am I?", he mumbled to himself. This was all he needed. To be lost. It wasn't like he wasn't used to huge palaces, but he had never been in this area of the palace.
But what if Buruma really wasn't lying? What if one of Frieza's cronies really had killed his mother? He needed to tel-com his father as soon as possible. He hissed as he continued to wonder where he was. Off in the distance, he saw a servant carrying a tray.
"YOU THERE!", he bellowed. The servant dropped the tray in fright and spun around. Thankfully, the tray was empty.
"Yes, sir?", she asked timidly, bending down to pick up the tray.
"What is this place?", he asked, crossing his arms to look as menacing as possible. Obviously, it worked since the girl cowered even more.
"Geez, Vejita, you're scaring the shit out of her.", came a voice from behind him.
Vejita didn't bother to turn around and spoke irritably, "Well then, baka, maybe you can tell me where the hell I am?"
Vejita heard a chuckle from behind him. "You're in the west wing; the royal quarters are in the east wing."
Vejita watched as the servant girl scurried away and he turned around to face Kakkarot. "How did YOU learn about this palace so fast?" He watched as his friend turned pink in the cheeks.
"Well, ChiChi showed me around.", he grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. Vejita rolled his eyes and brushed past Kakkarot, muttering about having to contact his father.
~*~
Buruma finished buttoning her dress from behind which was pretty hard. Usually ChiChi did all of the buttoning on her clothes.
"I wonder why he left so sudden?", she asked herself quietly. Cursing, she finally got the last button into its slit correctly. She smoothed out her dress and fixed her hair before walking out of the room. She wondered if she would be able to face Yamucha without feeling simply horrible. Unfortunately, she would be put to the test as she saw him coming down the hall.
"Buruma, I fear that we must stay here longer. The treaty is taking longer than suspected. We may still keep our same quarters, but it will be probably another two weeks.", Yamucha said as he came up to her. She nodded, not really caring at the moment.
"Are you alright, dear?", he asked gently, tilting her chin up with his finger. She smiled gingerly, but didn't respond.
~*~
Buruma fidgeted in her sleep. Her face scrunched up every so often portraying the pain from her dream.
"No...", she moaned quietly. She watched her younger self cry and mourn over her mother's death. As she cried, the king of the Saiyajin advanced toward her.
"Hate you...", she continued on, now watching the Saiyajin prince laugh cruelly at her mother's demise and watch as his father beat her. Her three-year old self began to cry harder and louder, clinging to her unconcious father.
"STOP IT!", Buruma screamed as she shot up in bed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she tried to slow her breathing. Yamucha awoke quickly next to her due to the scream.
"What's going on?", he asked, alarmed. She shook her head, taking in a deep breath and mumbled a "Nothing" and fell back into the bed.
~*~
"Poppa, you have to bring momma back! You're the strongest man in the universe!", a five-year old Vejita wailed, clutching onto his father's cape.
"I would if I could, son. We can't bring mother back." The king hugged his son as he cried and beat on his father's chest angrily.
Vejita woke up suddenly and wiped a single tear from his eye. He turned over on his side and tried to fall back to sleep, but visions of his mother kept him from doing so. Instead, he stood from his bed and threw on a pair of shorts. Storming angrily out of his bedroom, he headed straight for his tel-com.
~*~
On the other side of the universe, a king was pulled away from a meeting by the beeping of his tel-com.
"Excuse me, gentlemen.", he said, walking swiftly to see who would bother him while he was in a meeting. He pressed the "Accept" button.
"What?!", he yelled before the screen showed who was on the other side. When he saw it was his son, his mood was lightened somewhat.
"If it's day over here, it must be the middle of the night over there!", he joked to his son.
"Father, who was in the room with mother when she died?", Vejita asked, ignoring the joke. King Vejita looked somewhat surprised.
"Well, there was the Dakursei queen, the princess, the--"
"THE PRINCESS?! SHE WAS THERE?!", Vejita interrupted, exploding into rage. "SHE WASN'T LYING THEN, FATHER!"
"What the... who wasn't lying? What the hell are you talking about?", the king asked confusedly. He turned behind him and dismissed all of the delegates.
"THE PRINCESS WAS IN THE ROOM WHEN MOTHER DIED AND SHE TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED!", Vejita was near hysterics now. The king tried to calm his son, but to no avail.
"Son, we already know what happened. That pathetic father of hers killed--"
"NO, HE DIDN'T! HE WAS PROTECTING MOTHER!", Vejita yelled. The king could see his son pacing around the room as his face would only appear in the tel-com screen every now and then.
"Protecting? What lies did that wench tell you, boy?"
"She isn't a wench, father, and she WASN'T LYING! How could she be? She has no clue that I am the prince; she has no reason to lie! It was one of Frieza's men that killed mother."
"Frieza's... Vejita, this is ridiculous. That bitch is filling your head with ludicrous thoughts! Just--", the king was cut off for the umpteenth time as his son yelled into the tel-com.
"She isn't lying. She wouldn't." With that, Vejita slammed the tel-com down, breaking it into a million pieces. Shit, he cursed in his mind, but figured he'd just get a new one tomorrow. She WOULDN'T lie! Would she?
Okay, that's it for that chapter. Oo.. ah.. the rage. o.O; Anywho, want to be emailed with new chapter updates? Say so in your review!
Chapter 9
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 couldn't stop saying "What?!" to himself. His mind was racing a million miles a minute and that was a new experience for him. She was lying. She had to be. He kept screaming in his mind that she was lying. As he stormed about through the halls in his pair of shorts, people stared, but no one said a thing to the "fearsome bodyguard."
Oh, Gods, she must be lying. That little bitch is lying to me! he thought furiously. He looked up from the floor he had just memorized by looking at it for so long. He stopped walking and looked around.
"Oh, where the fuck am I?", he mumbled to himself. This was all he needed. To be lost. It wasn't like he wasn't used to huge palaces, but he had never been in this area of the palace.
But what if Buruma really wasn't lying? What if one of Frieza's cronies really had killed his mother? He needed to tel-com his father as soon as possible. He hissed as he continued to wonder where he was. Off in the distance, he saw a servant carrying a tray.
"YOU THERE!", he bellowed. The servant dropped the tray in fright and spun around. Thankfully, the tray was empty.
"Yes, sir?", she asked timidly, bending down to pick up the tray.
"What is this place?", he asked, crossing his arms to look as menacing as possible. Obviously, it worked since the girl cowered even more.
"Geez, Vejita, you're scaring the shit out of her.", came a voice from behind him.
Vejita didn't bother to turn around and spoke irritably, "Well then, baka, maybe you can tell me where the hell I am?"
Vejita heard a chuckle from behind him. "You're in the west wing; the royal quarters are in the east wing."
Vejita watched as the servant girl scurried away and he turned around to face Kakkarot. "How did YOU learn about this palace so fast?" He watched as his friend turned pink in the cheeks.
"Well, ChiChi showed me around.", he grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. Vejita rolled his eyes and brushed past Kakkarot, muttering about having to contact his father.
~*~
Buruma finished buttoning her dress from behind which was pretty hard. Usually ChiChi did all of the buttoning on her clothes.
"I wonder why he left so sudden?", she asked herself quietly. Cursing, she finally got the last button into its slit correctly. She smoothed out her dress and fixed her hair before walking out of the room. She wondered if she would be able to face Yamucha without feeling simply horrible. Unfortunately, she would be put to the test as she saw him coming down the hall.
"Buruma, I fear that we must stay here longer. The treaty is taking longer than suspected. We may still keep our same quarters, but it will be probably another two weeks.", Yamucha said as he came up to her. She nodded, not really caring at the moment.
"Are you alright, dear?", he asked gently, tilting her chin up with his finger. She smiled gingerly, but didn't respond.
~*~
Buruma fidgeted in her sleep. Her face scrunched up every so often portraying the pain from her dream.
"No...", she moaned quietly. She watched her younger self cry and mourn over her mother's death. As she cried, the king of the Saiyajin advanced toward her.
"Hate you...", she continued on, now watching the Saiyajin prince laugh cruelly at her mother's demise and watch as his father beat her. Her three-year old self began to cry harder and louder, clinging to her unconcious father.
"STOP IT!", Buruma screamed as she shot up in bed. She wiped the sweat from her forehead as she tried to slow her breathing. Yamucha awoke quickly next to her due to the scream.
"What's going on?", he asked, alarmed. She shook her head, taking in a deep breath and mumbled a "Nothing" and fell back into the bed.
~*~
"Poppa, you have to bring momma back! You're the strongest man in the universe!", a five-year old Vejita wailed, clutching onto his father's cape.
"I would if I could, son. We can't bring mother back." The king hugged his son as he cried and beat on his father's chest angrily.
Vejita woke up suddenly and wiped a single tear from his eye. He turned over on his side and tried to fall back to sleep, but visions of his mother kept him from doing so. Instead, he stood from his bed and threw on a pair of shorts. Storming angrily out of his bedroom, he headed straight for his tel-com.
~*~
On the other side of the universe, a king was pulled away from a meeting by the beeping of his tel-com.
"Excuse me, gentlemen.", he said, walking swiftly to see who would bother him while he was in a meeting. He pressed the "Accept" button.
"What?!", he yelled before the screen showed who was on the other side. When he saw it was his son, his mood was lightened somewhat.
"If it's day over here, it must be the middle of the night over there!", he joked to his son.
"Father, who was in the room with mother when she died?", Vejita asked, ignoring the joke. King Vejita looked somewhat surprised.
"Well, there was the Dakursei queen, the princess, the--"
"THE PRINCESS?! SHE WAS THERE?!", Vejita interrupted, exploding into rage. "SHE WASN'T LYING THEN, FATHER!"
"What the... who wasn't lying? What the hell are you talking about?", the king asked confusedly. He turned behind him and dismissed all of the delegates.
"THE PRINCESS WAS IN THE ROOM WHEN MOTHER DIED AND SHE TOLD ME WHAT HAPPENED!", Vejita was near hysterics now. The king tried to calm his son, but to no avail.
"Son, we already know what happened. That pathetic father of hers killed--"
"NO, HE DIDN'T! HE WAS PROTECTING MOTHER!", Vejita yelled. The king could see his son pacing around the room as his face would only appear in the tel-com screen every now and then.
"Protecting? What lies did that wench tell you, boy?"
"She isn't a wench, father, and she WASN'T LYING! How could she be? She has no clue that I am the prince; she has no reason to lie! It was one of Frieza's men that killed mother."
"Frieza's... Vejita, this is ridiculous. That bitch is filling your head with ludicrous thoughts! Just--", the king was cut off for the umpteenth time as his son yelled into the tel-com.
"She isn't lying. She wouldn't." With that, Vejita slammed the tel-com down, breaking it into a million pieces. Shit, he cursed in his mind, but figured he'd just get a new one tomorrow. She WOULDN'T lie! Would she?
Okay, that's it for that chapter. Oo.. ah.. the rage. o.O; Anywho, want to be emailed with new chapter updates? Say so in your review!