Finding Hope
Disclaimer: I'm still on Benadryl. If you sue, the only thing you'll get is my earache.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Eight: A Voice
Rating: PG13
Vejiita blinked as he returned for the slight trance he fell into at the sound of a long beep. His tired eyes focused on the submerged female in the tank. He stood up and stretched, before moving over to the healing capsule. He glanced at the timer, quickly noticing that she was finished. He pushed the button to drain the fluid inside of it and opened the door as soon as he was able to. He reached in and gently took the mask off her, and pulled her unresisting body into his arms.
He grabbed a huge towel from the cabinet beside the tank, and wrapped it around the wet female. After double-checking to make sure the towel was safely in place, he picked up her light body gently, and walked out of the medical bay. Ignoring the Saiyajin he passed, he found his way to his rooms. He didn't want to leave the female alone in her rooms, and although he knew she was going to be fearful of him now, he couldn't bring himself to leave her to suffer by herself.
He nodded at Bardock, who was stationed outside his rooms, to open the doors. The larger Saiyajin obeyed quickly and Vejiita carried his precious burden into the dark room. He quickly made his way into the bedroom and deposited her gently in his bed. He covered her slightly shaking body and turned to face Bardock.
He glanced at the female once before motioning the warrior into the front room. He shut the doors silently behind them and only then did he speak. "Bardock."
"Vejiita-sama? Is she going to be okay?"
Vejiita grimaced slightly. "She's healed physically now. Mentally," he said angrily, "is something else altogether." The Saiyajin no Ouji sighed irritably. "She is going to be... nervous around men for a great while, that is typical for those that have experienced... what happened to her," he relayed to the warrior, unable to say the word, not when she was in his bed in the other room. He stared at the door for a few moments. "I'll set you as a guard on her when I'm not around. Don't touch her, just give her space, but protect her."
Bardock nodded. "Of course."
Vejiita glanced him. "Take the rest of the day off. She and I will stay here today."
The taller warrior nodded again. "May I see her later today? I'd like to... talk with her."
Vejiita felt a sudden surge of emotion at the request, but hastily pushed it down before he could analyze what it was. "Fine," he growled. "Around dinner time."
"Thank you, Sire," the larger man said with a slight bow. He turned from his prince and left the room. Vejiita scowled a bit before turning towards the closed door that led to his bedroom. He only hesitated momentarily before he opened the door quietly and entered the dark room. His excellent eyesight adjusted quickly to the difference in light, and he could see the newly healed female still sleeping in his bed.
He sighed and quickly removed his gold-tipped boots, his white gloves, and his irritating armor. He kept his spandex suit on and padded silently over to a closet, emerging a moment later with a blanket and pillow under his arm. He lay down on the large couch that was set kitty-corner from the giant bed, and closed his eyes.
He reached out with his mind to the female that slept within his bed, reassured that she wasn't dreaming before he drifted off himself.
~~~
Vejiita woke a good four hours later, after having his sleep interrupted multiple times because of the Onna's nightmares. Every time he had fallen asleep, the slight change in her breathing rhythm would wake him. Despite the lack of sleep, he was thankful that it had woke him early enough to dispel the nightmares. He glanced towards the object that plagued his thoughts, sighing when he noticed that she was still asleep. He frowned slightly. She must not have slept much.
He rose from the couch, tossing the blanket over the back of it, and went to shower. He found himself checking on her with his mind every few moments when he was showering, and growled. It was stupid, weak, and pointless. He quickly dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist, mindful of the female's previous modest behavior, and that caused him to growl as well. He was becoming too soft.
He padded into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of spandex shorts, and pulled them on. He tossed the towel on the back of the large chair and used the communicators to order lunch for them. He walked silently towards the bed, where the female still slept.
::Onna,:: he reached out with his mind, afraid the slightest touch would hurt and scare her. He felt her sleepy mind push him in protest, and he chuckled softly. "Onna."
She mumbled a bit in her sleep, but didn't wake up.
Vejiita smirked. "Onna, get up."
She opened her eyes once, before they slid closed again.
"Lunch will be here soon. You need to eat."
She didn't even move.
"Yes." He moved away from the bed, and disappeared out of the door. He returned moments later with a set of clothing. He tossed them on the bed beside the slumbering female. "Onna. Come on, idiot!"
She snapped her eyes open and looked around warily. When her eyes focused on the intense gaze of the Saiyajin no Ouji, she sighed softly. She opened her mouth... and nothing came out.
Vejiita frowned. "Onna?"
She tried again, with the same result. Her eyes turned to his, a glistening look to them.
He growled softly but reached out with his mind. ::Onna?::
::Vejiita, I can't...::
::Hush. I will have one of the medical staff come here a bit later and see what is wrong.:: A small tear rolled down her face and Vejiita repressed the strange yearning to brush it away.
::What if I can't talk? What if it never comes back?:: she asked suddenly.
Vejiita scowled. ::We will see what happens. Lunch will be here shortly. I want you to eat.::
She nodded and Vejiita smirked softly before padding out of the room. He returned moments later with a large cart, which he rolled over to the bed. He sat down beside her, pretending not to notice her immediate tensing, and handed her a plate and a fork. ::Eat it,:: he ordered.
She rolled her eyes at him, but complied. With amazing speed, she downed everything the Saiyajin no Ouji gave her. When he had decided she had eaten enough, he stopped feeding her and ate the rest of the gigantic meal himself. He glanced at her every couple of moments, while he ate, concerned about the female. She had finally gotten used to his proximity and relaxed. Her eyes were unfocused and staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room.
When he finished, he pushed the cart away slightly, and looked at the zoning onna. ::Onna?::
::Yes?::
::Okay?::
She shook her head slightly. ::We're in your rooms, correct?::
::Yes.::
She turned her crystal blue eyes to him. ::Why? Why not place me in mine?::
He shrugged, slightly uncomfortable.
::Oh.::
::I am going to have someone scan your throat now,:: he told her, rising from the bed.
A few long minutes later, he returned with another Saiyajin, who moved towards her and silently examined her with the scanner. Buruma sat there, all of her muscles tensing as the large man did as his Prince ordered.
After a few silent moments, the larger Saiyajin turned to look at Vejiita. "There's nothing wrong with her voice, physically. It's most likely psychological."
Vejiita snarled and nodded curtly. The doctor hastily left. Vejiita paced angrily in the room, his tail lashing behind him. Zarbon was definitely going to die, slowly, painfully, and very creatively. He'd see that... monster in Hell, even if he had to escort the bastard there himself.
A soft touch on his arm caused Vejiita to swing around angrily, blinking in surprise when he found the blue-haired onna standing there, her eyes wide, and the large towel still wrapped around her. ::What, Onna?:: he asked, harsher than he wanted to.
::Stop that, Vejiita.::
He growled loudly and moved away from the slightly trembling female, only to have her grasp his forearm firmly in her small arm. He looked down at the delicate hand before he grasped it softly and bringing it to his face. He kissed her palm lightly before leaving the room.
Buruma stared after the proud Saiyajin, worriedly. A few more tears falling from her moist eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. She sighed silently and returned to the bed, covering herself. She stared up at the ceiling as she lay there, not really seeing anything but a pair of disturbed onyx eyes.
~~~
AN: ^_^;;;;
Lovies!
Disclaimer: I'm still on Benadryl. If you sue, the only thing you'll get is my earache.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Eight: A Voice
Rating: PG13
Vejiita blinked as he returned for the slight trance he fell into at the sound of a long beep. His tired eyes focused on the submerged female in the tank. He stood up and stretched, before moving over to the healing capsule. He glanced at the timer, quickly noticing that she was finished. He pushed the button to drain the fluid inside of it and opened the door as soon as he was able to. He reached in and gently took the mask off her, and pulled her unresisting body into his arms.
He grabbed a huge towel from the cabinet beside the tank, and wrapped it around the wet female. After double-checking to make sure the towel was safely in place, he picked up her light body gently, and walked out of the medical bay. Ignoring the Saiyajin he passed, he found his way to his rooms. He didn't want to leave the female alone in her rooms, and although he knew she was going to be fearful of him now, he couldn't bring himself to leave her to suffer by herself.
He nodded at Bardock, who was stationed outside his rooms, to open the doors. The larger Saiyajin obeyed quickly and Vejiita carried his precious burden into the dark room. He quickly made his way into the bedroom and deposited her gently in his bed. He covered her slightly shaking body and turned to face Bardock.
He glanced at the female once before motioning the warrior into the front room. He shut the doors silently behind them and only then did he speak. "Bardock."
"Vejiita-sama? Is she going to be okay?"
Vejiita grimaced slightly. "She's healed physically now. Mentally," he said angrily, "is something else altogether." The Saiyajin no Ouji sighed irritably. "She is going to be... nervous around men for a great while, that is typical for those that have experienced... what happened to her," he relayed to the warrior, unable to say the word, not when she was in his bed in the other room. He stared at the door for a few moments. "I'll set you as a guard on her when I'm not around. Don't touch her, just give her space, but protect her."
Bardock nodded. "Of course."
Vejiita glanced him. "Take the rest of the day off. She and I will stay here today."
The taller warrior nodded again. "May I see her later today? I'd like to... talk with her."
Vejiita felt a sudden surge of emotion at the request, but hastily pushed it down before he could analyze what it was. "Fine," he growled. "Around dinner time."
"Thank you, Sire," the larger man said with a slight bow. He turned from his prince and left the room. Vejiita scowled a bit before turning towards the closed door that led to his bedroom. He only hesitated momentarily before he opened the door quietly and entered the dark room. His excellent eyesight adjusted quickly to the difference in light, and he could see the newly healed female still sleeping in his bed.
He sighed and quickly removed his gold-tipped boots, his white gloves, and his irritating armor. He kept his spandex suit on and padded silently over to a closet, emerging a moment later with a blanket and pillow under his arm. He lay down on the large couch that was set kitty-corner from the giant bed, and closed his eyes.
He reached out with his mind to the female that slept within his bed, reassured that she wasn't dreaming before he drifted off himself.
~~~
Vejiita woke a good four hours later, after having his sleep interrupted multiple times because of the Onna's nightmares. Every time he had fallen asleep, the slight change in her breathing rhythm would wake him. Despite the lack of sleep, he was thankful that it had woke him early enough to dispel the nightmares. He glanced towards the object that plagued his thoughts, sighing when he noticed that she was still asleep. He frowned slightly. She must not have slept much.
He rose from the couch, tossing the blanket over the back of it, and went to shower. He found himself checking on her with his mind every few moments when he was showering, and growled. It was stupid, weak, and pointless. He quickly dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist, mindful of the female's previous modest behavior, and that caused him to growl as well. He was becoming too soft.
He padded into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of spandex shorts, and pulled them on. He tossed the towel on the back of the large chair and used the communicators to order lunch for them. He walked silently towards the bed, where the female still slept.
::Onna,:: he reached out with his mind, afraid the slightest touch would hurt and scare her. He felt her sleepy mind push him in protest, and he chuckled softly. "Onna."
She mumbled a bit in her sleep, but didn't wake up.
Vejiita smirked. "Onna, get up."
She opened her eyes once, before they slid closed again.
"Lunch will be here soon. You need to eat."
She didn't even move.
"Yes." He moved away from the bed, and disappeared out of the door. He returned moments later with a set of clothing. He tossed them on the bed beside the slumbering female. "Onna. Come on, idiot!"
She snapped her eyes open and looked around warily. When her eyes focused on the intense gaze of the Saiyajin no Ouji, she sighed softly. She opened her mouth... and nothing came out.
Vejiita frowned. "Onna?"
She tried again, with the same result. Her eyes turned to his, a glistening look to them.
He growled softly but reached out with his mind. ::Onna?::
::Vejiita, I can't...::
::Hush. I will have one of the medical staff come here a bit later and see what is wrong.:: A small tear rolled down her face and Vejiita repressed the strange yearning to brush it away.
::What if I can't talk? What if it never comes back?:: she asked suddenly.
Vejiita scowled. ::We will see what happens. Lunch will be here shortly. I want you to eat.::
She nodded and Vejiita smirked softly before padding out of the room. He returned moments later with a large cart, which he rolled over to the bed. He sat down beside her, pretending not to notice her immediate tensing, and handed her a plate and a fork. ::Eat it,:: he ordered.
She rolled her eyes at him, but complied. With amazing speed, she downed everything the Saiyajin no Ouji gave her. When he had decided she had eaten enough, he stopped feeding her and ate the rest of the gigantic meal himself. He glanced at her every couple of moments, while he ate, concerned about the female. She had finally gotten used to his proximity and relaxed. Her eyes were unfocused and staring at the wall on the opposite side of the room.
When he finished, he pushed the cart away slightly, and looked at the zoning onna. ::Onna?::
::Yes?::
::Okay?::
She shook her head slightly. ::We're in your rooms, correct?::
::Yes.::
She turned her crystal blue eyes to him. ::Why? Why not place me in mine?::
He shrugged, slightly uncomfortable.
::Oh.::
::I am going to have someone scan your throat now,:: he told her, rising from the bed.
A few long minutes later, he returned with another Saiyajin, who moved towards her and silently examined her with the scanner. Buruma sat there, all of her muscles tensing as the large man did as his Prince ordered.
After a few silent moments, the larger Saiyajin turned to look at Vejiita. "There's nothing wrong with her voice, physically. It's most likely psychological."
Vejiita snarled and nodded curtly. The doctor hastily left. Vejiita paced angrily in the room, his tail lashing behind him. Zarbon was definitely going to die, slowly, painfully, and very creatively. He'd see that... monster in Hell, even if he had to escort the bastard there himself.
A soft touch on his arm caused Vejiita to swing around angrily, blinking in surprise when he found the blue-haired onna standing there, her eyes wide, and the large towel still wrapped around her. ::What, Onna?:: he asked, harsher than he wanted to.
::Stop that, Vejiita.::
He growled loudly and moved away from the slightly trembling female, only to have her grasp his forearm firmly in her small arm. He looked down at the delicate hand before he grasped it softly and bringing it to his face. He kissed her palm lightly before leaving the room.
Buruma stared after the proud Saiyajin, worriedly. A few more tears falling from her moist eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. She sighed silently and returned to the bed, covering herself. She stared up at the ceiling as she lay there, not really seeing anything but a pair of disturbed onyx eyes.
~~~
AN: ^_^;;;;
Lovies!
