Finding Hope
Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out yet, you're a moron.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Nine: Healing
Rating: R
Buruma glanced up as the large Saiyajin entered the bedroom. Attempting a smile, she motioned her best friend's father over to her. He gave her a grin and moved over to the bed, sitting in the chair beside it. Moments later, Vejiita strolled into the room and leaned against the wall behind Bardock, his arms crossed over his chest.
Bardock glanced warily at his Prince behind him, before speaking to Buruma. "I'm happy we were able to retrieve you."
Her mouth twitched and she looked at Vejiita. He scowled at her, and then spoke. "She says she's happy she's back, too," he growled.
Bardock blinked. "She can't talk?"
Buruma shook her head sadly.
"Ah. I'm a mild telepath, I might be-"
"No," Vejiita snapped.
Bardock hid a grin, and looked worriedly at the female. "I want you to know I meant what I said. About you being my daughter."
Nodding, she put on a big smile.
"She says she would like that," Vejiita snarled.
Chuckling softly, Bardock stood up. "I'm your guard now, so we can talk later. Vejiita-sama doesn't seem to be enjoying the translation business."
Shaking her head a bit in amusement, Buruma reached out a hand and took his. She mouthed, "Thank you," to him, and then released him.
He nodded and then saluted Vejiita before leaving the room. The Saiyajin no Ouji then moved from the wall to sit beside the female on the bed. She tensed automatically, but otherwise, she didn't show her fear. Vejiita, unfortunately, could smell it though.
He sighed. "Onna, you know I won't hurt you, right?"
::Yes, Vejiita. I know. I told you I trust you before, and I still do.::
"Good. I want you to sleep," he told her sternly. "You need to get your strength back."
She gave him a small grateful smile, and lay down on the bed beside him. She looked up at his expressionless face. ::Thank you, Vejiita.::
Rolling his eyes, he pulled away to leave her, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his wrist. He looked back at her. "Onna?"
::Stay with me, please?::
Frowning, he hesitated. "Are you sure?"
She nodded.
Sighing, he relented, and pulled off his armor, gloves and boots, before crawling into bed with her. He didn't touch her, and he felt her slowly relax beside him after a few moments. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to sleep before he followed her into slumber.
::Vejiita?::
::Hn?::
::Can you... wrap your tail around me?::
His eyes snapped open and he gaped at her. "Onna..."
::Please? I want to be held... but I'm afraid, too. Your tail is... not as confining, you know?::
He sighed, and he turned his back to her, his tail moving around her waist, and squeezing her gently. After a few minutes, she began to relax and her mind went fuzzy as she began to sleep. He then allowed himself to drift off.
~~~
Months went by as they continued their trip to Namek. They slept together every night, and every morning, Vejiita woke to find her snuggled into his back, his tail wrapped securely around her waist. Bardock and Buruma had become close, just as if she was his daughter, which annoyed and angered Vejiita. Her voice still hadn't returned, and Vejiita still translated for her most of the time. She and Bardock had come up with their own version of sign language, which worked as well as speech did. Buruma began to devise weapons and defensive systems for Vejiita, the whole reason she was captured in the first place.
And Vejiita found himself drawn towards her more and more every day.
~~~
Two days before they were to arrive at Namek, Vejiita entered his, now their, rooms late one night to find the blue-haired female sitting on the bed waiting for him. He glanced at her curiously, and a bit concerned, despite himself.
"Onna?"
She looked up at him, her eyes moist. ::Vejiita, can you something for me?::
"What?" he barked, irritated. Not really with her, but with himself. He was angry at his lack of progress in his training, with his father and Furiza, but mostly he was angry with himself. He continuously found his thoughts on the blue-haired female and it was pissing him off. He wasn't concentrating on what he should be. He was concentrating on her, and it irritated him. What the hell happened to 'females were weaknesses'? What the hell happened to his unshakable control? Damn it all, he had even found himself having wet dreams about her! And he couldn't do a damn thing about it!
She flinched at his tone, but didn't back down. Standing up, she walked over to him, and looked down. ::I need you to mark me again.::
He blinked. "What?"
She opened her shirt to reveal what had once been his mark on the top of her breast, now it was Zarbon's mark. The monster that took away everything she had left from her, and had burned Vejiita's mark from her and replaced it with his own. He hadn't even noticed it in the tank...
Vejiita growled low in his throat, his jaw clenching. 'Zarbon.' He grabbed her, more roughly than he had intended, and pushed her onto the bed. She trembled slightly at the gruff treatment, but she had long ago stopped flinching every time he neared her, or touched her. "Knock it off, Onna," he scolded irritably between his teeth, and straddled her hips. She stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Hush," he told her, pulling open her shirt, and placing his hand above the offending mark.
::What are you-?::
"Hush," he repeated, leaning towards her, suddenly kissing her. She tensed immediately, trembling, but before she could fight against him, she felt the familiar burning agony of his hand on her tattoo mark as he burned Zarbon's away. Her scream was muffled against Vejiita's lips.
One of Vejiita's hands cupped her cheek as he continued to kiss her, at first soft and controlled, but soon turned demanding, rough, and needy. He nibbled on her bottom lip as she opened to gasp, and he groaned as he was granted access to her. He could feel her tears on his hand, her pain as if it was his own, but he didn't release her mouth.
Soon the pain faded, and Vejiita moved that hand over her upper chest to her neck, pulling her to him, demanding her response. He nibbled down her jaw to her neck, her soft gasps exciting him all the more. He bared his teeth against her neck, and before he even realized what he was doing, he sank his teeth into her pale flesh, and her metallic blood flowed into his mouth.
He moaned, not even feeling Buruma's sudden struggles, and moved his hands over her breasts to her stomach, reaching under her dress, and up her legs. He didn't hear her soft cries as he tried to remove himself from his spandex.
::Vejiita, no, please!:: she pleaded in his mind, her voice a mere a whisper.
The Saiyajin no Ouji stopped suddenly, returning to his senses. He pushed himself away from her violently, gasping. He stared at her flushed and tear-stained face in horror, his eyes wide. He then suddenly bolted into the bathroom, leaving the frightened female alone.
Vejiita leaned against the bathroom wall, cursing himself violently in his mind. He had almost raped her. He had almost raped the female he had found himself caring for. He was no better than the monster who did it to her. He closed his eyes, getting his urges under control. It was difficult, especially when he could still smell her, still taste her sweet blood in his mouth.
And to top it off, he had marked her as his mate. He growled, undressed, and stepped into the shower, turning the hot all the way off, giving himself a cold, ice cold, shower. He placed his forehead against the tile walls, closing his eyes.
A knock interrupted him.
"Leave me be!" he roared.
::Vejiita, it's okay! I'm fine now, and-::
"Damn it, Onna! Go away!"
::Vejiita, are you okay?:: her concerned mind drifted to him. He could still feel her supple body beneath his, taste her on his lips, feel her under his hands, and he could imagine himself within her.
"Damn you, do you *want* me to rape you? Leave me alone!" he screamed at her from the shower.
::Vejiita, you don't understand-::
"I understand, damn you! I understand, just leave, please!"
::Vejiita? I was just startled. I didn't mean to reject you, really! I was just suddenly frightened. I want to... have a good memory of sex, not just that. I'm frightened but I would rather have you do it, maybe make me forget.::
He snarled. "GO AWAY!"
::Vejiita?::
::Damn it, Onna, would you leave?! I almost raped you! I'm no better than Zarbon! Leave me be!:: He nearly sobbed the last part out. He leaned his forehead against the bathroom wall, his wet tail sitting limply beside him.
::Vejiita, please, don't push me away like that. I was just startled and for a second I was back at that night. I need it to be slow and gentle right now. I'm still... frightened. I didn't mean to reject you, I-::
::FUCK! Would you just leave me be, damn you!::
::Damn it, Vejiita! I'm in love with you!::
~~~
AN: I know it's short, but I thought that ended it nicely! Um, that was not intentional... *hides* I needed to skip a bunch of parts, mostly because her healing for months wouldn't be that exciting really. *Grins*
Lovies!!
Disclaimer: If you haven't figured it out yet, you're a moron.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Nine: Healing
Rating: R
Buruma glanced up as the large Saiyajin entered the bedroom. Attempting a smile, she motioned her best friend's father over to her. He gave her a grin and moved over to the bed, sitting in the chair beside it. Moments later, Vejiita strolled into the room and leaned against the wall behind Bardock, his arms crossed over his chest.
Bardock glanced warily at his Prince behind him, before speaking to Buruma. "I'm happy we were able to retrieve you."
Her mouth twitched and she looked at Vejiita. He scowled at her, and then spoke. "She says she's happy she's back, too," he growled.
Bardock blinked. "She can't talk?"
Buruma shook her head sadly.
"Ah. I'm a mild telepath, I might be-"
"No," Vejiita snapped.
Bardock hid a grin, and looked worriedly at the female. "I want you to know I meant what I said. About you being my daughter."
Nodding, she put on a big smile.
"She says she would like that," Vejiita snarled.
Chuckling softly, Bardock stood up. "I'm your guard now, so we can talk later. Vejiita-sama doesn't seem to be enjoying the translation business."
Shaking her head a bit in amusement, Buruma reached out a hand and took his. She mouthed, "Thank you," to him, and then released him.
He nodded and then saluted Vejiita before leaving the room. The Saiyajin no Ouji then moved from the wall to sit beside the female on the bed. She tensed automatically, but otherwise, she didn't show her fear. Vejiita, unfortunately, could smell it though.
He sighed. "Onna, you know I won't hurt you, right?"
::Yes, Vejiita. I know. I told you I trust you before, and I still do.::
"Good. I want you to sleep," he told her sternly. "You need to get your strength back."
She gave him a small grateful smile, and lay down on the bed beside him. She looked up at his expressionless face. ::Thank you, Vejiita.::
Rolling his eyes, he pulled away to leave her, but was stopped by a gentle hand on his wrist. He looked back at her. "Onna?"
::Stay with me, please?::
Frowning, he hesitated. "Are you sure?"
She nodded.
Sighing, he relented, and pulled off his armor, gloves and boots, before crawling into bed with her. He didn't touch her, and he felt her slowly relax beside him after a few moments. He closed his eyes, waiting for her to sleep before he followed her into slumber.
::Vejiita?::
::Hn?::
::Can you... wrap your tail around me?::
His eyes snapped open and he gaped at her. "Onna..."
::Please? I want to be held... but I'm afraid, too. Your tail is... not as confining, you know?::
He sighed, and he turned his back to her, his tail moving around her waist, and squeezing her gently. After a few minutes, she began to relax and her mind went fuzzy as she began to sleep. He then allowed himself to drift off.
~~~
Months went by as they continued their trip to Namek. They slept together every night, and every morning, Vejiita woke to find her snuggled into his back, his tail wrapped securely around her waist. Bardock and Buruma had become close, just as if she was his daughter, which annoyed and angered Vejiita. Her voice still hadn't returned, and Vejiita still translated for her most of the time. She and Bardock had come up with their own version of sign language, which worked as well as speech did. Buruma began to devise weapons and defensive systems for Vejiita, the whole reason she was captured in the first place.
And Vejiita found himself drawn towards her more and more every day.
~~~
Two days before they were to arrive at Namek, Vejiita entered his, now their, rooms late one night to find the blue-haired female sitting on the bed waiting for him. He glanced at her curiously, and a bit concerned, despite himself.
"Onna?"
She looked up at him, her eyes moist. ::Vejiita, can you something for me?::
"What?" he barked, irritated. Not really with her, but with himself. He was angry at his lack of progress in his training, with his father and Furiza, but mostly he was angry with himself. He continuously found his thoughts on the blue-haired female and it was pissing him off. He wasn't concentrating on what he should be. He was concentrating on her, and it irritated him. What the hell happened to 'females were weaknesses'? What the hell happened to his unshakable control? Damn it all, he had even found himself having wet dreams about her! And he couldn't do a damn thing about it!
She flinched at his tone, but didn't back down. Standing up, she walked over to him, and looked down. ::I need you to mark me again.::
He blinked. "What?"
She opened her shirt to reveal what had once been his mark on the top of her breast, now it was Zarbon's mark. The monster that took away everything she had left from her, and had burned Vejiita's mark from her and replaced it with his own. He hadn't even noticed it in the tank...
Vejiita growled low in his throat, his jaw clenching. 'Zarbon.' He grabbed her, more roughly than he had intended, and pushed her onto the bed. She trembled slightly at the gruff treatment, but she had long ago stopped flinching every time he neared her, or touched her. "Knock it off, Onna," he scolded irritably between his teeth, and straddled her hips. She stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Hush," he told her, pulling open her shirt, and placing his hand above the offending mark.
::What are you-?::
"Hush," he repeated, leaning towards her, suddenly kissing her. She tensed immediately, trembling, but before she could fight against him, she felt the familiar burning agony of his hand on her tattoo mark as he burned Zarbon's away. Her scream was muffled against Vejiita's lips.
One of Vejiita's hands cupped her cheek as he continued to kiss her, at first soft and controlled, but soon turned demanding, rough, and needy. He nibbled on her bottom lip as she opened to gasp, and he groaned as he was granted access to her. He could feel her tears on his hand, her pain as if it was his own, but he didn't release her mouth.
Soon the pain faded, and Vejiita moved that hand over her upper chest to her neck, pulling her to him, demanding her response. He nibbled down her jaw to her neck, her soft gasps exciting him all the more. He bared his teeth against her neck, and before he even realized what he was doing, he sank his teeth into her pale flesh, and her metallic blood flowed into his mouth.
He moaned, not even feeling Buruma's sudden struggles, and moved his hands over her breasts to her stomach, reaching under her dress, and up her legs. He didn't hear her soft cries as he tried to remove himself from his spandex.
::Vejiita, no, please!:: she pleaded in his mind, her voice a mere a whisper.
The Saiyajin no Ouji stopped suddenly, returning to his senses. He pushed himself away from her violently, gasping. He stared at her flushed and tear-stained face in horror, his eyes wide. He then suddenly bolted into the bathroom, leaving the frightened female alone.
Vejiita leaned against the bathroom wall, cursing himself violently in his mind. He had almost raped her. He had almost raped the female he had found himself caring for. He was no better than the monster who did it to her. He closed his eyes, getting his urges under control. It was difficult, especially when he could still smell her, still taste her sweet blood in his mouth.
And to top it off, he had marked her as his mate. He growled, undressed, and stepped into the shower, turning the hot all the way off, giving himself a cold, ice cold, shower. He placed his forehead against the tile walls, closing his eyes.
A knock interrupted him.
"Leave me be!" he roared.
::Vejiita, it's okay! I'm fine now, and-::
"Damn it, Onna! Go away!"
::Vejiita, are you okay?:: her concerned mind drifted to him. He could still feel her supple body beneath his, taste her on his lips, feel her under his hands, and he could imagine himself within her.
"Damn you, do you *want* me to rape you? Leave me alone!" he screamed at her from the shower.
::Vejiita, you don't understand-::
"I understand, damn you! I understand, just leave, please!"
::Vejiita? I was just startled. I didn't mean to reject you, really! I was just suddenly frightened. I want to... have a good memory of sex, not just that. I'm frightened but I would rather have you do it, maybe make me forget.::
He snarled. "GO AWAY!"
::Vejiita?::
::Damn it, Onna, would you leave?! I almost raped you! I'm no better than Zarbon! Leave me be!:: He nearly sobbed the last part out. He leaned his forehead against the bathroom wall, his wet tail sitting limply beside him.
::Vejiita, please, don't push me away like that. I was just startled and for a second I was back at that night. I need it to be slow and gentle right now. I'm still... frightened. I didn't mean to reject you, I-::
::FUCK! Would you just leave me be, damn you!::
::Damn it, Vejiita! I'm in love with you!::
~~~
AN: I know it's short, but I thought that ended it nicely! Um, that was not intentional... *hides* I needed to skip a bunch of parts, mostly because her healing for months wouldn't be that exciting really. *Grins*
Lovies!!
