~*The Bodyguard*~
Chapter 10
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.
First off, I want to clear up some of the ages since I'm sure I screwed up somewhere throughout the story. I'm pretty bad about that. Vejita is 25, Buruma is 23, Goku is 19 and ChiChi is 16. And who gives a crap how old Yamucha is? ^^;;
She wasn't lying. She wasn't lying. She was lying. She was lying! Vejita felt as if he was playing that childish game of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. Minus the stupid flower, of course. He felt like smashing his head into the wall. Who was lying and who was telling the truth?
On the one hand was his father. He had never lied to him before, as far as he knew, and he hadn't any reason to. What motive could there possibly be to lie about the death of his wife and the mother of his son?
On the other hand, however, there was Queen Buruma. She had plenty of reason to lie, the murderer supposedly being her father, afterall. But she had no idea that Vejita was really the prince of Bejeetiesei, so why would she lie. Unless she didn't want to enrage ANY Saiyajin for fear that they may do something. Yeah, that was it. So he'd solved it: Buruma was lying, his father was not.
Vejita tried to feel happy at his discovery, but instead just felt a dreaded glump in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want Buruma to be lying actually and that in itself surprised him. He continued to ponder the subject, going back and forth about it for a few more minutes when one of the "on the one hand" in person appeared at his door. She looked in on him in a sort of nervous way.
"Vejita, I just wanted to say that... that last night was amazing, but it can never happen again." She waited patiently to hear his response. Though once she had heard it, she wished she didn't.
"Fine by me.", he replied coldly and brushed past her out of the room. She stood rooted to the spot, staring off into the room. But to her surprise and dismay, she suddenly broke down into tears.
~*~
"We have to stay on this blasted planet even longer? That must be father at work. He and the king of this mudball have been friends for a long time. Father must be planning to ally with this planet against Dakursei and the king is just fooling Yamucha."
Kakkarot nodded to Vejita in agreement. "You guys have really got it in for the queen, don't you?"
Vejita glared at Kakkarot, but said nothing.
"Sir, the other night, I called Nappa on the tel-com to check up and see how things were on Bejeetiesei. I think he was drunk, for he didn't realize what he was saying. He... he told me some things that I don't think he would have under normal circumstances."
Vejita stared at him. "And this is relevant how?" Kakkarot fidgeted.
"Vejita, he was in the room when your mother was killed." Vejita's heart stopped.
"He had just walked in and nobody had realized he was there. The queen of Dakursei, the princess, your mother and the king of Dakursei were all having tea. Your father had left for a brief moment and a Coldjin soldier came in. He killed your mother, not the Dakursei king."
Vejita was speechless. That was what Buruma had told him. She AND Nappa couldn't possibly be lying the same lie. Not to mention, Nappa was extremely loyal to the throne and wouldn't lie about the death of the queen. But then again, why didn't he come right out and say that a Coldjin had killed the queen? Perhaps, he was afraid of angering Frieza and didn't want to wage a war that the Saiyajin probably wouldn't win.
Vejita nodded numbly. "That's what Queen Buruma told me. She told me the same story. Do you know what this means? Father is waging a war against the wrong planet. We should be waging it against Frieza!"
Kakkarot looked grim. "But how do we change your father's mind?"
Vejita slammed his fist into the wall beside them. "I've already told him and he claims that the queen is a liar. I'm sure he would believe Nappa since he is my father's most trusted advisor, but we have to get Nappa to tell father."
"My prince," Kakkarot said suddenly, "This isn't my place, but did you- what I mean is, have you- I felt a sudden dramatic rise in your ki last night."
Vejita raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "And just what are you getting at, third-class?"
Kakkarot blushed. "You know! C'mon, did you?"
"I don't see how my sexual affairs are any of your business, but yes, if you must know." Kakkarot grinned.
"I knew it! With who?"
"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS, BAKA!", Vejita barked out. "Go pretend to heal someone or something!"
Kakkarot threw his hands up in surrender, chuckling loudly all the while.
~*~
"Oh, Chi, I did something awful!", Buruma wailed, crying to her handmaiden as the younger girl brushed the queen's hair.
"Come now, milady, it can't be that awful, can it?", ChiChi soothed, brushing her azure locks gently.
"I slept with him!", she yelled, bawling even louder now. ChiChi stopped in mid-brush.
"With Yamucha? Well, I guess that is ba-"
"VEJITA!"
ChiChi gasped and stepped in front of Buruma. "You didn't! Did you?"
Buruma nodded, pulling at her hair as tears streamed down her cheeks unrelentingly.
"Come on then! That isn't so bad. At least it wasn't Yamucha! Just make sure he doesn't find out..."
"CHICHI! I'm a dirty cheater! And Vejita doesn't even care!" Buruma wiped at her tears, the flow of wetness beginning to stop.
"Oh, I'm sure he cares.", ChiChi soothed quietly, resuming her brushing.
"No, he doesn't He proved it when I told him that we can't be together again. He said "Fine by me." really cold and walked right out of the room." This got her crying again.
ChiChi gaped. "The uncaring bastard! He isn't worth it, milady."
"Ouch!", Buruma yelped, as ChiChi's brushing had gotten harder with her frustration over Vejita. She apologized sheepishly and brushed more gently.
"Well, anyhow, we're stuck here for even longer. I wonder what could be taking this long for a treaty?", Buruma continued. ChiChi shrugged silently and set the brush aside as she finished.
~*~
Vejita yawned as he awoke the next morning. After dressing, he went down for breakfast. As he saw that Buruma was already seated, eating a muffin of her own and reading a book, he thought about just turning around and leaving.
Wait a minute! I shouldn't have to avoid the likes of that whore! I can go wherever! With that thought in mind, he strutted into the room and barked at a chef to make him something to eat. Seeing that Buruma wouldn't even notice his presence, he got a little irritated. He stomped over to a seat and flopped down loudly. When she still wouldn't look up and acknowledge him, he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Woman! I am sitting here!", he yelled at her.
"Sleep with a man and he loses all respect.", she replied calmly, still looking down at her book. She turned the page casually and took a bite out of her muffin. He growled.
"Won't you even look at me?"
She made an exasperated sound, but sure enough, looked up at him. She regretted it instantly as she felt herself begin to get lost in the depths of his ebony eyes. Luckily, the chef chose that moment to come in, taking Vejita's attention away from her. As if she cared. She looked back down at her book and picked up where she left off.
"Why do you choose to be so mad, wo--I mean, Buruma?", he asked once the chef had left. Vejita ignored his plate of eggs as he waited for her response. He heard her sigh softly.
"Why do you choose to treat me so horribly after I give myself to you?" She stared at him expectantly, but after a few moments with no response, she stood up abruptly. Slamming her book shut, she began to walk swiftly from the dining hall. A hand stopped her.
"Buruma, wait! I-I have something to tell you."
She wrenched her hand from his grasp. "What is it, Vejita?"
"I'm not really... what I mean is, I'm actually a... well, I'm really the Pr-" He was interrupted as Yamucha walked into the hall, followed by Kakkarot and ChiChi. Vejita frowned and looked away from her as she approached her husband. It was probably best that he didn't tell her who he was anyway. Even if he did think she was telling the truth. Even if he thought this war his father was waging was pointless now. Even if he was beginning to love her...
Sorry about the lack of updates lately. I've began writing a Draco/Hermione fic for Harry Potter and have been neglecting this story. Shame on me, I know! I'm going to try to get back into the flow, but chances are it will still take a week or so to get new chapters. Gomen ne! If you want to be emailed with new chapters, say so in your review.
Chapter 10
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.
First off, I want to clear up some of the ages since I'm sure I screwed up somewhere throughout the story. I'm pretty bad about that. Vejita is 25, Buruma is 23, Goku is 19 and ChiChi is 16. And who gives a crap how old Yamucha is? ^^;;
She wasn't lying. She wasn't lying. She was lying. She was lying! Vejita felt as if he was playing that childish game of He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not. Minus the stupid flower, of course. He felt like smashing his head into the wall. Who was lying and who was telling the truth?
On the one hand was his father. He had never lied to him before, as far as he knew, and he hadn't any reason to. What motive could there possibly be to lie about the death of his wife and the mother of his son?
On the other hand, however, there was Queen Buruma. She had plenty of reason to lie, the murderer supposedly being her father, afterall. But she had no idea that Vejita was really the prince of Bejeetiesei, so why would she lie. Unless she didn't want to enrage ANY Saiyajin for fear that they may do something. Yeah, that was it. So he'd solved it: Buruma was lying, his father was not.
Vejita tried to feel happy at his discovery, but instead just felt a dreaded glump in the pit of his stomach. He didn't want Buruma to be lying actually and that in itself surprised him. He continued to ponder the subject, going back and forth about it for a few more minutes when one of the "on the one hand" in person appeared at his door. She looked in on him in a sort of nervous way.
"Vejita, I just wanted to say that... that last night was amazing, but it can never happen again." She waited patiently to hear his response. Though once she had heard it, she wished she didn't.
"Fine by me.", he replied coldly and brushed past her out of the room. She stood rooted to the spot, staring off into the room. But to her surprise and dismay, she suddenly broke down into tears.
~*~
"We have to stay on this blasted planet even longer? That must be father at work. He and the king of this mudball have been friends for a long time. Father must be planning to ally with this planet against Dakursei and the king is just fooling Yamucha."
Kakkarot nodded to Vejita in agreement. "You guys have really got it in for the queen, don't you?"
Vejita glared at Kakkarot, but said nothing.
"Sir, the other night, I called Nappa on the tel-com to check up and see how things were on Bejeetiesei. I think he was drunk, for he didn't realize what he was saying. He... he told me some things that I don't think he would have under normal circumstances."
Vejita stared at him. "And this is relevant how?" Kakkarot fidgeted.
"Vejita, he was in the room when your mother was killed." Vejita's heart stopped.
"He had just walked in and nobody had realized he was there. The queen of Dakursei, the princess, your mother and the king of Dakursei were all having tea. Your father had left for a brief moment and a Coldjin soldier came in. He killed your mother, not the Dakursei king."
Vejita was speechless. That was what Buruma had told him. She AND Nappa couldn't possibly be lying the same lie. Not to mention, Nappa was extremely loyal to the throne and wouldn't lie about the death of the queen. But then again, why didn't he come right out and say that a Coldjin had killed the queen? Perhaps, he was afraid of angering Frieza and didn't want to wage a war that the Saiyajin probably wouldn't win.
Vejita nodded numbly. "That's what Queen Buruma told me. She told me the same story. Do you know what this means? Father is waging a war against the wrong planet. We should be waging it against Frieza!"
Kakkarot looked grim. "But how do we change your father's mind?"
Vejita slammed his fist into the wall beside them. "I've already told him and he claims that the queen is a liar. I'm sure he would believe Nappa since he is my father's most trusted advisor, but we have to get Nappa to tell father."
"My prince," Kakkarot said suddenly, "This isn't my place, but did you- what I mean is, have you- I felt a sudden dramatic rise in your ki last night."
Vejita raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "And just what are you getting at, third-class?"
Kakkarot blushed. "You know! C'mon, did you?"
"I don't see how my sexual affairs are any of your business, but yes, if you must know." Kakkarot grinned.
"I knew it! With who?"
"NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS, BAKA!", Vejita barked out. "Go pretend to heal someone or something!"
Kakkarot threw his hands up in surrender, chuckling loudly all the while.
~*~
"Oh, Chi, I did something awful!", Buruma wailed, crying to her handmaiden as the younger girl brushed the queen's hair.
"Come now, milady, it can't be that awful, can it?", ChiChi soothed, brushing her azure locks gently.
"I slept with him!", she yelled, bawling even louder now. ChiChi stopped in mid-brush.
"With Yamucha? Well, I guess that is ba-"
"VEJITA!"
ChiChi gasped and stepped in front of Buruma. "You didn't! Did you?"
Buruma nodded, pulling at her hair as tears streamed down her cheeks unrelentingly.
"Come on then! That isn't so bad. At least it wasn't Yamucha! Just make sure he doesn't find out..."
"CHICHI! I'm a dirty cheater! And Vejita doesn't even care!" Buruma wiped at her tears, the flow of wetness beginning to stop.
"Oh, I'm sure he cares.", ChiChi soothed quietly, resuming her brushing.
"No, he doesn't He proved it when I told him that we can't be together again. He said "Fine by me." really cold and walked right out of the room." This got her crying again.
ChiChi gaped. "The uncaring bastard! He isn't worth it, milady."
"Ouch!", Buruma yelped, as ChiChi's brushing had gotten harder with her frustration over Vejita. She apologized sheepishly and brushed more gently.
"Well, anyhow, we're stuck here for even longer. I wonder what could be taking this long for a treaty?", Buruma continued. ChiChi shrugged silently and set the brush aside as she finished.
~*~
Vejita yawned as he awoke the next morning. After dressing, he went down for breakfast. As he saw that Buruma was already seated, eating a muffin of her own and reading a book, he thought about just turning around and leaving.
Wait a minute! I shouldn't have to avoid the likes of that whore! I can go wherever! With that thought in mind, he strutted into the room and barked at a chef to make him something to eat. Seeing that Buruma wouldn't even notice his presence, he got a little irritated. He stomped over to a seat and flopped down loudly. When she still wouldn't look up and acknowledge him, he slammed his fist down on the table.
"Woman! I am sitting here!", he yelled at her.
"Sleep with a man and he loses all respect.", she replied calmly, still looking down at her book. She turned the page casually and took a bite out of her muffin. He growled.
"Won't you even look at me?"
She made an exasperated sound, but sure enough, looked up at him. She regretted it instantly as she felt herself begin to get lost in the depths of his ebony eyes. Luckily, the chef chose that moment to come in, taking Vejita's attention away from her. As if she cared. She looked back down at her book and picked up where she left off.
"Why do you choose to be so mad, wo--I mean, Buruma?", he asked once the chef had left. Vejita ignored his plate of eggs as he waited for her response. He heard her sigh softly.
"Why do you choose to treat me so horribly after I give myself to you?" She stared at him expectantly, but after a few moments with no response, she stood up abruptly. Slamming her book shut, she began to walk swiftly from the dining hall. A hand stopped her.
"Buruma, wait! I-I have something to tell you."
She wrenched her hand from his grasp. "What is it, Vejita?"
"I'm not really... what I mean is, I'm actually a... well, I'm really the Pr-" He was interrupted as Yamucha walked into the hall, followed by Kakkarot and ChiChi. Vejita frowned and looked away from her as she approached her husband. It was probably best that he didn't tell her who he was anyway. Even if he did think she was telling the truth. Even if he thought this war his father was waging was pointless now. Even if he was beginning to love her...
Sorry about the lack of updates lately. I've began writing a Draco/Hermione fic for Harry Potter and have been neglecting this story. Shame on me, I know! I'm going to try to get back into the flow, but chances are it will still take a week or so to get new chapters. Gomen ne! If you want to be emailed with new chapters, say so in your review.