Jakuten
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama, unfortunately. The brilliant man that he is... So, unless I was *that* good, I don't think it's worth suing me over.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Kisses and Tails
Silence settled over Buruma and Vejiita as he flew towards her home. He didn't know what to say to her. He felt his heart beat for the first time, it seemed. He was scared to let her out of his sight, out of his arms. He didn't understand what was happening to him. It confused and scared him, yet he couldn't deny this emotion. It would not be denied. And that he didn't feel like blasting the Onna for invading his personal space was something in itself. Never had anyone been let to be this close to his person without dying. Yet, he allowed it and welcomed it.
"Is something wrong, Vejiita?" Buruma asked concerned, his heart was racing.
"Nothing, Onna," he said. She was curled up in his strong arms, her own wrapped around his neck. Her head was nuzzled within the crook and he felt her breath softly caress him. He couldn't concentrate his thoughts on anything but the blissful feeling of her within his arms. Yet, he also felt strangely feral. He wanted her. He wanted to ravish her. Make her his. He wanted to make love as the humans say, and yet at the same time, he wanted to fuck her. His Saiyajin nature wanted violence and a part of him, the part that cared for her, wanted him to be tender. He knew if he allowed himself to touch her and he got out of control, it would hurt her, maybe badly. He was torn. He wanted her so much yet feared she'd hate him if he lost his control. He never felt so scared in his life. He never lost control. Never when raping did he truly want them. It was a power trip. Only that. Now, he felt himself arouse at her soft breathing on his neck and her supple body within his arms.
"Vejiita?" she whispered, sensing something was happening within the Saiyajin.
"Yes, Onna?" he said, his voice husky. He felt her tighten her arms around his neck and her lips brushed his neck accidentally. Nearly all control snapped within Vejiita. He squeezed her hard against his chest. "Don't do that..." he growled.
"What?"
"Don't touch me, not like that," he said afraid of the consequences.
"I'm sorry," she murmured embarrassed.
"Don't be sorry, just don't do that again," he said gruffly.
She was startled. She frowned in confusion. He acted like he was fighting himself. "Vejiita, what is it? Why are you so uncomfortable?" she asked, accidentally brushing her lips against his neck again.
Growling, Vejiita landed in lightening fast speed. He roughly put her on the ground and stepped away from her. Keeping his distance, Vejiita looked at her angrily. As soon as he saw her frightened expression, he softened. 'Damn her.' "I told you to not do that, Onna," he said.
"I'm sorry, but you were holding me there and I needed to talk. I didn't do it on purpose, Vejiita. What is wrong?"
He advanced on her threateningly. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders, he picked her up and pressed her to a trunk of a tree. "You are driving me crazy," he said harshly, his face only inches from hers. Lips only inches apart.
"I'm sorry," she said, lips trembling. Vejiita's gaze was drawn to them. His control snapped and he took her mouth roughly, possessively. At first, Buruma didn't respond because of the unpredictability of it, but she soon wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into it tentatively.
He ravished her lips, mercilessly. All thought had left his brain. He wanted her. He wanted her now and it was all he knew. His Saiyajin nature was fighting to be let loose. Vejiita suddenly realized he'd hurt her if he released it. Ending the kiss quickly, he stepped away from the woman that drove him to such loss of control.
Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him in confusion.
Vejiita, breathing ragged, took a few steps away from her. When he saw her take a step towards him, he held a hand up to stop her. "Don't," he said. "Don't come near me, you won't like the consequences."
"Huh?" Buruma's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Just don't."
"Okay, Vejiita. I won't." She watched him silently for a few moments. She was confused to say the least. What had just happened? "Shall we go now?"
He grunted, eyeing her warily. Almost as if she were an enemy.
"Knock it off, idiot!" she snapped at him, annoyed.
"Excuse me?"
"You're watching me like I'm going to attack you!"
He watched her silently for a moment. "You may not mean to, but you will attack me in ways even you do not know about."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Onna. Let's go," he quickly walked back to her and lifted her over his shoulder so that she wouldn't get as close to him. He could hear her curse at him. He smirked before taking to the skies once more.
~~~
Walking into the west door, they headed towards Dr. Briefs' workshop. Buruma's mother walked out of the kitchen as the two passed. She looked at them, noticing something was up with her daughter. Shaking her head, she returned to the kitchen.
Opening the door to Buruma's father's workshop, Vejiita let Buruma go ahead of him. She approached her father.
"Dad?"
"Oh, Buruma, Vejiita! How'd the fight go?" he asked them.
"Well, actually, although they won, Daddy, something unexpected has come up," she began. "It seems the two androids they fought aren't the two from the young man's time. They are about to be released now. We need to see if you might know where Dr. Gero's lab was or might be able to find out."
"Hm," Dr. Briefs said thoughtfully, his hand on his chin. Vejiita knew that if anyone would know the whereabouts of the lab, the Onna's father would. He pushed back a twinge of resentment, as his father was dead. Although he hated his father, he still wished that he could have been the one to kill him.
"You know, hon, I don't know where it is," he father began. "But, I do know that he had some works published in a few of my science magazines. I could look through them and see if it might mention anything," the old man said. Buruma impulsively hugged her father and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said, her hope renewed. "We're going over to Son-kun's house, he's very sick. Call me on my mobile if you find anything, okay?"
"Sure thing, pumpkin," he said.
She left the room; Vejiita followed her, before he turned back towards her father. "You raised a unique Onna, you know," Vejiita said uncomfortably.
The old man smiled. "I know," he said proudly. "She's stubborn sometimes but she's a genius. She's has so much potential in everything she does."
Vejiita grunted in agreement. "She's almost Saiyajin," he grunted softly to himself.
"You care for her, don't you?" her father asked suddenly.
"That's ridiculous. I don't care for anybody, old man." Vejiita said haughtily.
"Sure, Vejiita. Do me a favor though, boy. If you ever hurt her, Saiyajin or no, I will kill you," her father threatened.
"Don't worry, grandpa, I'd do it for you," Vejiita murmured quietly and left the room. He missed her father's proud smile.
~~~
Catching up with the blue-haired woman, he scooped her up as she squeaked. "VEJIITA! You scared the *life* out of me, you idiot!" she screeched at him and swatted at his head. He smirked and leapt into the air in the direction of Kakarotto's house.
"Yes. It was fun," he said.
"Vejiita?" she asked, suddenly sober.
"Hn?"
"Do you think Son-kun is okay?" she asked worried.
He pushed aside the jealousy immediately. Disgusted with himself, he growled softly. First, he doesn't hate her, then goes searching for her, saving her life. Now he was jealous! He knew he was acting as if they had bonded. He was evil, wasn't he? He couldn't bond to someone. Let alone a weak human Onna. It couldn't happen to the Saiyajin no Ouji. Bonding was a weakness among the Saiyajin. He did not share that weakness. He would not. "He'll be fine, Onna. He's a Saiyajin."
"I know. He's strong, I know that. I just don't know if I'll be able to stand it if he doesn't make it. He's my best friend. He's overcome every obstacle he's come across. I'm just worried about him."
"I said he'll be fine, Onna."
Landing outside of Kakarotto's home, Vejiita quickly set Buruma down on her feet. They walked up to the door and Buruma knocked. Vejiita stood silently behind her, a frown on his face.
The door opened to reveal a teary-eyed woman with her dark hair let down to the middle of her back. She smiled faintly at Buruma before ushering them in the door.
"How's Son-kun, Chichi?" Buruma asked concerned.
Kakarotto's mate burst into tears and Vejiita rolled his eyes. He was quickly slapped on the arm by the Onna. "What?" he asked her surprised.
"Don't roll your eyes," she said, looking up at him.
"She's bawling-" he began.
"So? I would be too if my husband was screaming in severe pain when he's the strongest man in the universe," she said pointedly.
He growled.
Buruma grinned at his reaction. She hit a sore spot.
"I am the strongest, Onna." He then left, heading up the stairs.
She could nearly feel his anger as he gracefully and softly exited the room. She often found it surprising that he never stomped. He was quiet and graceful. Never loud. She smirked. Almost cat-like in every moment and thought. She wondered if he would have liked that comparison. 'Probably not,' she decided and followed the grumpy Saiyajin.
~~~
Vejiita looked at his rival and fellow Saiyajin. Confined to a bed, screaming for the pain was too unbearable even for the strength and courage of the warriors of Vejiita-sei. Vejiita felt something akin to rage rise from within him. He hated seeing a fellow Saiyajin in such a state.
Vejiita glanced at Buruma out of the corner of his eye, only to see her standing tall and brave. He could see the single tear threatening, but she refused to allow it to fall. A whisper of a smirk passed his lips. He was extremely proud of her. 'She would have made a wonderful Saiyajin...' he mused wistfully to himself. He immediately berated himself for that thought. He was getting soft.
"Saiyajin do not die in bed. We die in battle. He will live," Vejiita said aloud startling the silent group. He then left the room, unable to stand watching any longer.
~~~
Buruma's mobile phone rang loudly in the silent room startling everyone but the unconscious Goku. Buruma frowned as she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Buruma, hon, I found it!" an excited voice said on the other end.
"You really found it?" she asked, daring to hope.
"Sure did! It's in the mountains southwest of South City," he informed her.
"Thank you so much, Daddy!" she said excitedly. "Where exactly?"
"I don't know exactly, he never told anyone. But it's near Angel Lake, that's where to look," he said.
"Okay, thanks Dad! Talk to you later!" Buruma hung up the phone and turned excitedly to the confused group. "My dad just told me the approximate location of Dr. Gero's lab!" she said excitedly to the fighters.
"Really? Where, Buruma-san?" little Gohan asked.
"Not now, kid. Got to inform Vejiita too," she began.
"Why do we really need the arrogant bastard anyway?" Yamucha demanded angrily.
Piccolo looked over at him and silenced him with a glare. "We may not like it, but Vejiita is a strong fighter. And we need all the help we can get," he said.
Buruma glared at the group. "He isn't that bad, guys. Give him a break! He's on a strange planet. Far away from everything he's known. He's alone. All alone with secrets only he knows. He's lost and I'm pretty sure he's lonely. Give him a break!"
"He's evil, Buruma!" Yamucha argued stubbornly.
She glared at him. "He may be evil and he may decide to destroy us all, but he has been through more in his life than any of us could dream and he deserves some measure of respect. He is a product of his genetics and his torturous upbringing, Yamucha. He is who he is because he was *made* to be that way and he may never change. He may never learn how but he is a warrior and a Prince. Treat him with the courtesy he deserves. He's putting aside his pride to help us fight these monstrous machines and he could very well just leave the planet and us to our doom. I suggest you think before you open your mouth next time. Whether you like him or not, we *need* him. He is the only one anywhere near Son-kun's strength and he continues to get stronger. You really want to make an enemy of him when he can destroy your pathetic ass with a mere twist of a wrist?" She stomped out of the room to find the missing Saiyajin.
She searched her best friend's house and couldn't find him. She snorted. 'Figures.' Walking outside she looked around the yard, still unable to see him. 'Great. Just flipping great.'
"Vejiita!" she called. Receiving no answer, she glared around her. The idiot was probably doing this on purpose. Stalking out into the forest near the house, she fumed the entire way to the river. He had best not be ignoring her on purpose. She'd kill him.
Just as she was about to step into sight of the river back, she heard the water splash. Creeping up behind a large tree, she looked around the river. She gasped as she found Vejiita, naked from he waist up, slowly entering the fast moving water. His spandex shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. She blushed when she remembered what happened earlier.
He dived quickly under the water, fish-like almost. That a man, a Saiyajin, could be so graceful, so beautiful, had surprised her. He never made more noise than he had to. Always calm and collected, outside of his anger he was so proud to display. Only once did she see him completely loose it and that was only a few short hours ago.
She braced herself and moved into the clearing beside the bank. She waited patently until the Saiyajin rose to the surface of the water. He looked at her silently for a moment.
"What do you want, Onna?"
She glared at him. "My name is Buruma, jackass. Remember it next time!"
"Onna, will you shut up for once."
"No. I won't! I came here to get you. My father found the approximate location of Dr. Gero's lab."
"I see," he stated, yet made no move to get out of the water.
"Are you coming?" she demanded impatiently.
"Why? What is the point?"
She gaped at him. "Huh?" she stupidly responded, completely in shock.
"What is the point?" he repeated.
"I heard what you said, idiot!"
"Then why ask?"
"I want to know why you said that!"
"It does not concern you."
She looked at him silently for a few moments before putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. "You're giving up."
He walked towards the bank near her. "Yes. I give up."
She watched as he got out of the rushing water and moved to sit beside a large oak. "Is that the way a Saiyajin behaves? Is that the way a Saiyajin no Ouji behaves? By giving up?"
"No. But what does it matter how a Saiyajin should behave any more? I am the only 'true' Saiyajin left. If you count that brain damaged idiot, there are two of us."
She stared at his wet form sitting against the tree, completely shocked. Vejiita giving up? It couldn't happen. It could never happen and yet here he was doing exactly that. "What happened to you, Vejiita?"
"Does it matter? I give up. They can fight without me. They won't need me. Not if Kakarotto gets better in time."
She gasped. 'What is wrong with him?' "Vejiita, what is wrong? You can't give up! You've never given up before!"
"Oh, I've given up before. The day I died by the hands of Furiza. I knew I couldn't win and I gave up."
She stared at the fallen prince. This new Vejiita scared her. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing, Onna."
"Why are you giving up?"
"I can't win."
"Why can't you win?" she asked, deciding this was the best way to get information out of him. Through all of their fights, he answered her truthfully and easier if she asked specific questions. She somehow knew he wouldn't lie to her. He's never lied to her before, only omitted details.
"I am weak."
That admission nearly broke her heart. He really had fallen. "Why are you weak?"
"What is with the twenty questions, Onna? Go away. Plan your fight. Leave me be."
"This is not the Vejiita I know."
"No. I suppose not."
She nearly screamed in frustration. He wasn't even fighting with her. She stomped her foot angrily, not caring how infantile it looked. "You idiot! You are one of the only people who can win! Don't you understand?!"
He snorted, looking out over the rushing water. "No, I'm not. You have Kakarotto. You do not need me."
"Yes, damn it! We do! Everyone, outside of Yamucha, will admit that! Even Piccolo mentioned that we need you only a little while ago!"
"You are all fools then."
"You are so close to being a Supersaiyajin and you are going to just give up? Like a coward?"
She saw his jaw clench. "Yes."
'Damn him!' She stalked over to him. "Vejiita! What the *hell* is wrong with you?!"
"Nothing," he said quietly. "I just realized the truth."
"What truth?"
"It doesn't really matter. Not to you. Leave, Onna."
She glared down at his head, cursing him in her mind. She knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. She did not expect the violent flinch, or the violent pull away from her.
"Don't touch me," he hissed.
She looked at him, slightly hurt. "Vejiita, I want to know what is wrong with you."
"Nothing."
She moved in front of him, grasping his head in her hands forcing him to look at her. His eyes as always glaring at her, carefully guarded. His jaw muscles clenched tightly under her fingers. He looked ready to bolt. "Vejiita," she said forcefully. "You will tell me what's wrong!"
"You will let me go, Onna."
She felt his rage and her skin tingled. She figured he must have been raising his ki. "Why? Do I scare you? Is the big, bad Saiyajin no Ouji scared of a little human onna?"
"I am *not* scared of you. You will remove your hands before I remove them for you."
"I will not leave you alone, Vejiita. Not until you tell me what's wrong!"
"Onna, do you have a death wish?"
"No. You will not kill me. Tell me."
He glared into her eyes as she did the same. Long moments passed as the two most stubborn people on the planet continued in the glaring contest. "How would *you* know if I would kill you or not?"
"Are you going to tell me?"
"No."
For a few long minutes, or maybe hours, they continued to glare at each other. Buruma's hands still forcing the Saiyajin to look at her. She finally sighed and released him. "Fine. I don't know why I cared. You are a coward. Nothing more than a pathetic coward. I give up on you," she said, turning away. She missed his slight flinch at her words.
"Go away."
"Fine," she said in defeat and stood to go. She walked a few steps away from him, before turning back. "I was worried about you. For some stupid, unbelievable reason, I care about you. Hell, I even *like* you, arrogant and selfish as you are. Why I let myself, I will never know. I know it's hard for you to talk to people, let alone me. If the Earth survives, I wish you well, Vejiita no Ouji." She began to walk away.
"It is hard to talk. It's only less hard to talk to you."
She turned to look back at the figure beneath the tree. She moved back towards him and sat beside him, also leaning against the tree. "Less hard to talk to me, huh?"
He grunted staring away from her.
"I suppose it's because we have this twisted sort of friendship going on. Or maybe it's because I'm the only one who sees something in you that deserves respect. Hell, maybe it's because I'm not afraid of you. I don't know and I don't pretend to know. You are a mystery to me." She paused before pressing on. "Why won't you fight?"
"What is the point? I won't win. Kakarotto will. Even if I attaining my lifelong goal of reaching Supersaiyajin, Kakarotto will win. Why fight to only lose?"
"Why give up? Isn't giving up alien to the Saiyajin? You and Son-kun seem to have the stubborn refusal to give up even when all hope seems lost."
"Yes. We are quite a stubborn race."
She snorted. "I noticed."
"Why do you think I am even more stubborn than you are?"
She grinned slightly before sobering. "Vejiita, we do need you," she whispered.
"No one needs me, Onna."
She sighed and remained silent, unsure of what to say. She felt such sympathy and concern for the Saiyajin man that sat beside her. Yet, she didn't know what had happened to change him. Make him give up on his lifelong goal of beating Son-kun. "Vejiita, I need you. You have been there for me in your own sort of way when I needed someone the most. Even putting aside your pride for me on a couple of occasions. I need you to fight. You are strong. Perhaps you will become a Supersaiyajin even stronger than Son-kun." She laughed suddenly. "You'll probably become a Supersaiyajin fighting the androids. Then you can defeat Son-kun. And destroy this world. Why give up now? You are so close to achieving your goal."
Vejiita was silent for a few moments. "No. I won't ever achieve it."
She gaped and snapped her head to look at the spiky-haired Saiyajin beside her. His head bowed, looking at the clutched hands in his lap. "What?"
"I won't achieve the level I want. I'm becoming soft. And yet I'm not soft enough." He laughed bitterly. "I actually think those weak feelings are what allowed Kakarotto to achieve what I can not. And I cannot feel. Therefore, I cannot achieve what a third-class idiot has."
Buruma stared at the fallen prince silently. Tears of sympathy in her blue eyes. She was shocked that he had chosen to confide in her. Shocked beyond thought. And for some reason she felt so much pain at the Saiyajin's grief.
Vejiita closed his eyes tightly. "When I was a brat, I lived on Vejiita-sei. I was pampered, to an extent. I was allowed everything. My father trained me to kill. To destroy. And even then I was weak to him." Pausing, he opened his onyx eyes and stared up at the sky. "I was the strongest Saiyajin to be born and yet to my own father I was weak. My mother had a hand in raising me. She told me stories of the old Saiyajin. Stories of glorious battles. Of honorable battles. I had a heart. Something no Saiyajin was allowed to keep."
Buruma kept her mouth shut, not wanting to destroy the spell Vejiita seemed to be under. She sat quietly beside him, her back against the tree. Watching him, she could feel his deep, hypnotic voice lull her into a passive state.
"My mother told me feelings were what kept a Saiyajin alive and strong. Allowed him to win battles against his enemies. Feelings that allowed a prince to grow into a wonderful king that would bring prosperity to the Saiyajin." Vejiita grunted. "When I was three, my father killed my mother before my eyes. For corrupting the Crown Prince. For making his son soft and unworthy. That was the last time I felt anything besides rage and hatred. Nothing since then. Rage and hatred has been all I've known. I cried for my mother's death, and I was nearly beaten to death for it. My father decided to send me to Furiza. Thought that Furiza could whip me into a strong warrior worthy of the throne. Worthy of him."
Buruma watched as Vejiita's eyes clouded in rage. She longed to reach out and touch him, yet afraid to do so.
"I didn't cry. I was three years old and I obeyed my father, standing tall. I knew Furiza might very well kill me. I vowed that I would become stronger than the tyrant that ruled my people. The tyrant that made my father into what he was. A ruthless coward.
"My first step onto the massive ship was something that haunted my dreams for years. I was ridiculed by every species that Furiza had collected to serve him. Zarbon delighted in torturing me endlessly. Every waking moment I spent trying to escape his cruel pleasure. Furiza allowed it because it was to teach me that Saiyajin were nothing better than monkeys, he said. Monkeys," Vejiita spat.
"Every day for seven years I endured Zarbon's sick pleasure. I endured his beatings. I endured his taunts. Not one tear. Not one scream. Nothing. When I turned ten, things became different. Zarbon didn't come one night. I was surprised yet very relieved. I didn't care for the reason. I was relieved. I remember sleeping in the small chamber I was given when I came. I woke up to Zarbon entering my room, close to dawn. He had some alien whore hung over his shoulder. Blood was running down her leg. I was ten. I didn't know or care for females of any species. I didn't even know what sex was. I was beaten every day for seven years and when I wasn't getting beat, I was training. I hadn't even seen a female since I had left Vejiita-sei. I was confused. And angry. I've never known feelings. All my feelings had centered on anger by then. So maybe, I was really afraid, yet all I felt was anger."
Vejiita looked over at the Onna sitting beside him. He noticed her eyes looking at him in rapt fascination. He saw her damp eyes lower to look at his clenched hands. For some reason, he knew she didn't pity him. She knew that would be unforgivable. He knew she felt for him, though. And his heart twisted. That someone could actually care about him, to feel sympathy for him was something he had never experienced. Or expected. Hell, he didn't think he even wanted it and this little blue-haired Onna cared enough about *him* to feel sympathy for him. He quickly looked away from her. "He dropped the whore on the floor and made his way over to me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to look him in the eyes. He told me," Vejiita said, grimacing. "He told me that was a whore. He asked if I knew what to do with a whore. I shook my head. I was ten after all! Saiyajin don't reach what humans call puberty until they are around sixteen. Zarbon then grinned. He threw me towards the woman on the floor and told me to fuck her. I remember looking at him confused. I didn't know what he meant. Zarbon laughed. He suddenly fired a blast at me, which disintegrated my clothes. I stood there naked. It didn't bother me, the nakedness. He often beat me until my clothes were in shreds, exposing myself to him."
"No wonder you parade around the house half naked," Buruma observed quietly.
To her surprise, Vejiita out right laughed. "I never really thought about it. Modesty isn't something I have experienced. I don't feel shame or embarrassment. Does it bother you?"
She gaped at him. He was actually asking her if she minded? "Not really. I noticed it was all."
He smirked at her. "I'm sure you noticed."
To his shock, she blushed.
He snorted. "Let me continue. I won't go into to details. Basically, he fucked her, ordered me to fuck her. I did, after some 'persuasion'. It awakened a lust within me. The act of sex before a Saiyajin reaches mating age often causes the Saiyajin to destroy himself. It very nearly did destroy me but somehow I survived the insanity awoken within me. I raped every female on board, killing all of them. It was then that Zarbon paid me a visit. He raped me." He ignored Buruma's gasp of shock and continued. "And it was his biggest mistake and possibly what saved me from my madness. I lost control and erupted with power, slamming him into the wall. He survived, unfortunately. He never again came to beat me or rape me again. I was then trained. Only trained. I was sent on missions to purge planets. I raped many women on my missions. And I got even more powerful. I learned on one of my many missions that what had been done to me was a way to condition me to Furiza's service."
Vejiita closed his eyes. "Then, at twelve, my planet was destroyed. Furiza killed my father, my people, everything in one blast. Everything was gone. Only Nappa, Radditzu, Kakarotto, and I survived. I was the prince of a dead race. I felt no grief. I felt only anger. And I continued to plot my revenge. When I reached sixteen, I stopped raping. I stopped doing anything but killing for Furiza and training to destroy him. Raping only wasted my energy best spent elsewhere. After a few years of complete celibacy, I learned of a new taunt. Furiza's men decided because I no longer raped the women of the planets I purged that I was a monkey who liked to go after men now. Every one who said such lies, died. By my hand."
Vejiita paused and closed his eyes. "The last time I raped someone was when I was twenty. Some sort of frail alien woman I had the pleasure of meeting on Furiza's ship. I killed her of course. I didn't care. Soon, afterward I learned of Radditzu's death. I came here. Lost my tail. My beautiful tail. Got defeated by Kakarotto. Went to Namek. Died. Watched the third-class baka destroy my dreams. Saw what a Supersaiyajin looked like. Saw what I will never become. Learned that I will never become that which I seek. Because my entire race was wrong. Feelings allowed Kakarotto to achieve Supersaiyajin. And I cannot feel. I will never defeat him; never claim the title of King now. I never fulfilled my desire for revenge. Everything was taken away from me. I will never be the strongest, never be King, and never achieve Supersaiyajin. Never. And some third class, brain-damaged, inbred Saiyajin did. And the whole fucking reason I can't do it is because I cannot feel!" Vejiita laughed bitterly. "I cannot feel! I cannot open myself to accept that weakness even if I wanted to. Because it is both a weakness and a strength and I have been purged of it. My heart is dead and black. I feel nothing. Nothing but rage and hatred. Rage and hatred will not allow me to become Supersaiyajin. I am only a tail-less bastard without a race or a home. Prince of a dead planet."
Buruma was silent for a few moments. "Vejiita," she whispered.
"I have no idea why I just told you that, Onna. My life story." He chuckled ironically. "Feel honored, no one knows my story. Except for you."
She looked at him. Thinking for a moment before asking him a very sensitive question. She felt like doing something for the man before her. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she needed to give him back something of his heritage. "Do you miss your tail, Vejiita-sama?" she asked, finally giving him the respect he demanded from the very beginning. He had earned it in her eyes. She respected him.
He looked over at her surprised. At both the question and the respect she gave him. "Yes, Onna. Of course I do. It's like missing an arm or a leg. I can still feel it sometimes. I wake up and expect to touch it, yet my hand comes up empty. I can almost feel it softly twitching behind me only to look and find nothing."
She closed her eyes. 'Kami, please...' she prayed. 'Please, Kami-sama. He has suffered enough. Please.'
Suddenly, Vejiita stood up, grasping behind him.
"What?"
He growled low in his throat and Buruma looked at what he was doing. He seemed to be ripping at the seat of his spandex shorts. Suddenly a furry appendage shot through the material. She vaguely noticed Vejiita sigh of relief. She was too busy staring.
"Whoa," she whispered awed.
He looked down at his tail that twitched slightly. He smiled. The first real smile Buruma had seen the Saiyajin no Ouji make. "My tail," he breathed out.
She watched as it swung lazily back and forth. She had an image that Vejiita would pick it up and kiss it. He seemed joyful. Vejiita joyful? 'Thank you, Kami.'
~~~
AN: That's it for now! O_O Whoa I write a LOT! Sorry this is so dark and ... stuff. O_O Sorry, but if you hate it let me know! I hope it isn't too bad! *Hides* I know it's a little OOC but I try not to!
Lovies!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama, unfortunately. The brilliant man that he is... So, unless I was *that* good, I don't think it's worth suing me over.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Kisses and Tails
Silence settled over Buruma and Vejiita as he flew towards her home. He didn't know what to say to her. He felt his heart beat for the first time, it seemed. He was scared to let her out of his sight, out of his arms. He didn't understand what was happening to him. It confused and scared him, yet he couldn't deny this emotion. It would not be denied. And that he didn't feel like blasting the Onna for invading his personal space was something in itself. Never had anyone been let to be this close to his person without dying. Yet, he allowed it and welcomed it.
"Is something wrong, Vejiita?" Buruma asked concerned, his heart was racing.
"Nothing, Onna," he said. She was curled up in his strong arms, her own wrapped around his neck. Her head was nuzzled within the crook and he felt her breath softly caress him. He couldn't concentrate his thoughts on anything but the blissful feeling of her within his arms. Yet, he also felt strangely feral. He wanted her. He wanted to ravish her. Make her his. He wanted to make love as the humans say, and yet at the same time, he wanted to fuck her. His Saiyajin nature wanted violence and a part of him, the part that cared for her, wanted him to be tender. He knew if he allowed himself to touch her and he got out of control, it would hurt her, maybe badly. He was torn. He wanted her so much yet feared she'd hate him if he lost his control. He never felt so scared in his life. He never lost control. Never when raping did he truly want them. It was a power trip. Only that. Now, he felt himself arouse at her soft breathing on his neck and her supple body within his arms.
"Vejiita?" she whispered, sensing something was happening within the Saiyajin.
"Yes, Onna?" he said, his voice husky. He felt her tighten her arms around his neck and her lips brushed his neck accidentally. Nearly all control snapped within Vejiita. He squeezed her hard against his chest. "Don't do that..." he growled.
"What?"
"Don't touch me, not like that," he said afraid of the consequences.
"I'm sorry," she murmured embarrassed.
"Don't be sorry, just don't do that again," he said gruffly.
She was startled. She frowned in confusion. He acted like he was fighting himself. "Vejiita, what is it? Why are you so uncomfortable?" she asked, accidentally brushing her lips against his neck again.
Growling, Vejiita landed in lightening fast speed. He roughly put her on the ground and stepped away from her. Keeping his distance, Vejiita looked at her angrily. As soon as he saw her frightened expression, he softened. 'Damn her.' "I told you to not do that, Onna," he said.
"I'm sorry, but you were holding me there and I needed to talk. I didn't do it on purpose, Vejiita. What is wrong?"
He advanced on her threateningly. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders, he picked her up and pressed her to a trunk of a tree. "You are driving me crazy," he said harshly, his face only inches from hers. Lips only inches apart.
"I'm sorry," she said, lips trembling. Vejiita's gaze was drawn to them. His control snapped and he took her mouth roughly, possessively. At first, Buruma didn't respond because of the unpredictability of it, but she soon wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into it tentatively.
He ravished her lips, mercilessly. All thought had left his brain. He wanted her. He wanted her now and it was all he knew. His Saiyajin nature was fighting to be let loose. Vejiita suddenly realized he'd hurt her if he released it. Ending the kiss quickly, he stepped away from the woman that drove him to such loss of control.
Snapping her eyes open, she looked at him in confusion.
Vejiita, breathing ragged, took a few steps away from her. When he saw her take a step towards him, he held a hand up to stop her. "Don't," he said. "Don't come near me, you won't like the consequences."
"Huh?" Buruma's brow furrowed in confusion.
"Just don't."
"Okay, Vejiita. I won't." She watched him silently for a few moments. She was confused to say the least. What had just happened? "Shall we go now?"
He grunted, eyeing her warily. Almost as if she were an enemy.
"Knock it off, idiot!" she snapped at him, annoyed.
"Excuse me?"
"You're watching me like I'm going to attack you!"
He watched her silently for a moment. "You may not mean to, but you will attack me in ways even you do not know about."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing, Onna. Let's go," he quickly walked back to her and lifted her over his shoulder so that she wouldn't get as close to him. He could hear her curse at him. He smirked before taking to the skies once more.
~~~
Walking into the west door, they headed towards Dr. Briefs' workshop. Buruma's mother walked out of the kitchen as the two passed. She looked at them, noticing something was up with her daughter. Shaking her head, she returned to the kitchen.
Opening the door to Buruma's father's workshop, Vejiita let Buruma go ahead of him. She approached her father.
"Dad?"
"Oh, Buruma, Vejiita! How'd the fight go?" he asked them.
"Well, actually, although they won, Daddy, something unexpected has come up," she began. "It seems the two androids they fought aren't the two from the young man's time. They are about to be released now. We need to see if you might know where Dr. Gero's lab was or might be able to find out."
"Hm," Dr. Briefs said thoughtfully, his hand on his chin. Vejiita knew that if anyone would know the whereabouts of the lab, the Onna's father would. He pushed back a twinge of resentment, as his father was dead. Although he hated his father, he still wished that he could have been the one to kill him.
"You know, hon, I don't know where it is," he father began. "But, I do know that he had some works published in a few of my science magazines. I could look through them and see if it might mention anything," the old man said. Buruma impulsively hugged her father and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks, Daddy," she said, her hope renewed. "We're going over to Son-kun's house, he's very sick. Call me on my mobile if you find anything, okay?"
"Sure thing, pumpkin," he said.
She left the room; Vejiita followed her, before he turned back towards her father. "You raised a unique Onna, you know," Vejiita said uncomfortably.
The old man smiled. "I know," he said proudly. "She's stubborn sometimes but she's a genius. She's has so much potential in everything she does."
Vejiita grunted in agreement. "She's almost Saiyajin," he grunted softly to himself.
"You care for her, don't you?" her father asked suddenly.
"That's ridiculous. I don't care for anybody, old man." Vejiita said haughtily.
"Sure, Vejiita. Do me a favor though, boy. If you ever hurt her, Saiyajin or no, I will kill you," her father threatened.
"Don't worry, grandpa, I'd do it for you," Vejiita murmured quietly and left the room. He missed her father's proud smile.
~~~
Catching up with the blue-haired woman, he scooped her up as she squeaked. "VEJIITA! You scared the *life* out of me, you idiot!" she screeched at him and swatted at his head. He smirked and leapt into the air in the direction of Kakarotto's house.
"Yes. It was fun," he said.
"Vejiita?" she asked, suddenly sober.
"Hn?"
"Do you think Son-kun is okay?" she asked worried.
He pushed aside the jealousy immediately. Disgusted with himself, he growled softly. First, he doesn't hate her, then goes searching for her, saving her life. Now he was jealous! He knew he was acting as if they had bonded. He was evil, wasn't he? He couldn't bond to someone. Let alone a weak human Onna. It couldn't happen to the Saiyajin no Ouji. Bonding was a weakness among the Saiyajin. He did not share that weakness. He would not. "He'll be fine, Onna. He's a Saiyajin."
"I know. He's strong, I know that. I just don't know if I'll be able to stand it if he doesn't make it. He's my best friend. He's overcome every obstacle he's come across. I'm just worried about him."
"I said he'll be fine, Onna."
Landing outside of Kakarotto's home, Vejiita quickly set Buruma down on her feet. They walked up to the door and Buruma knocked. Vejiita stood silently behind her, a frown on his face.
The door opened to reveal a teary-eyed woman with her dark hair let down to the middle of her back. She smiled faintly at Buruma before ushering them in the door.
"How's Son-kun, Chichi?" Buruma asked concerned.
Kakarotto's mate burst into tears and Vejiita rolled his eyes. He was quickly slapped on the arm by the Onna. "What?" he asked her surprised.
"Don't roll your eyes," she said, looking up at him.
"She's bawling-" he began.
"So? I would be too if my husband was screaming in severe pain when he's the strongest man in the universe," she said pointedly.
He growled.
Buruma grinned at his reaction. She hit a sore spot.
"I am the strongest, Onna." He then left, heading up the stairs.
She could nearly feel his anger as he gracefully and softly exited the room. She often found it surprising that he never stomped. He was quiet and graceful. Never loud. She smirked. Almost cat-like in every moment and thought. She wondered if he would have liked that comparison. 'Probably not,' she decided and followed the grumpy Saiyajin.
~~~
Vejiita looked at his rival and fellow Saiyajin. Confined to a bed, screaming for the pain was too unbearable even for the strength and courage of the warriors of Vejiita-sei. Vejiita felt something akin to rage rise from within him. He hated seeing a fellow Saiyajin in such a state.
Vejiita glanced at Buruma out of the corner of his eye, only to see her standing tall and brave. He could see the single tear threatening, but she refused to allow it to fall. A whisper of a smirk passed his lips. He was extremely proud of her. 'She would have made a wonderful Saiyajin...' he mused wistfully to himself. He immediately berated himself for that thought. He was getting soft.
"Saiyajin do not die in bed. We die in battle. He will live," Vejiita said aloud startling the silent group. He then left the room, unable to stand watching any longer.
~~~
Buruma's mobile phone rang loudly in the silent room startling everyone but the unconscious Goku. Buruma frowned as she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey Buruma, hon, I found it!" an excited voice said on the other end.
"You really found it?" she asked, daring to hope.
"Sure did! It's in the mountains southwest of South City," he informed her.
"Thank you so much, Daddy!" she said excitedly. "Where exactly?"
"I don't know exactly, he never told anyone. But it's near Angel Lake, that's where to look," he said.
"Okay, thanks Dad! Talk to you later!" Buruma hung up the phone and turned excitedly to the confused group. "My dad just told me the approximate location of Dr. Gero's lab!" she said excitedly to the fighters.
"Really? Where, Buruma-san?" little Gohan asked.
"Not now, kid. Got to inform Vejiita too," she began.
"Why do we really need the arrogant bastard anyway?" Yamucha demanded angrily.
Piccolo looked over at him and silenced him with a glare. "We may not like it, but Vejiita is a strong fighter. And we need all the help we can get," he said.
Buruma glared at the group. "He isn't that bad, guys. Give him a break! He's on a strange planet. Far away from everything he's known. He's alone. All alone with secrets only he knows. He's lost and I'm pretty sure he's lonely. Give him a break!"
"He's evil, Buruma!" Yamucha argued stubbornly.
She glared at him. "He may be evil and he may decide to destroy us all, but he has been through more in his life than any of us could dream and he deserves some measure of respect. He is a product of his genetics and his torturous upbringing, Yamucha. He is who he is because he was *made* to be that way and he may never change. He may never learn how but he is a warrior and a Prince. Treat him with the courtesy he deserves. He's putting aside his pride to help us fight these monstrous machines and he could very well just leave the planet and us to our doom. I suggest you think before you open your mouth next time. Whether you like him or not, we *need* him. He is the only one anywhere near Son-kun's strength and he continues to get stronger. You really want to make an enemy of him when he can destroy your pathetic ass with a mere twist of a wrist?" She stomped out of the room to find the missing Saiyajin.
She searched her best friend's house and couldn't find him. She snorted. 'Figures.' Walking outside she looked around the yard, still unable to see him. 'Great. Just flipping great.'
"Vejiita!" she called. Receiving no answer, she glared around her. The idiot was probably doing this on purpose. Stalking out into the forest near the house, she fumed the entire way to the river. He had best not be ignoring her on purpose. She'd kill him.
Just as she was about to step into sight of the river back, she heard the water splash. Creeping up behind a large tree, she looked around the river. She gasped as she found Vejiita, naked from he waist up, slowly entering the fast moving water. His spandex shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. She blushed when she remembered what happened earlier.
He dived quickly under the water, fish-like almost. That a man, a Saiyajin, could be so graceful, so beautiful, had surprised her. He never made more noise than he had to. Always calm and collected, outside of his anger he was so proud to display. Only once did she see him completely loose it and that was only a few short hours ago.
She braced herself and moved into the clearing beside the bank. She waited patently until the Saiyajin rose to the surface of the water. He looked at her silently for a moment.
"What do you want, Onna?"
She glared at him. "My name is Buruma, jackass. Remember it next time!"
"Onna, will you shut up for once."
"No. I won't! I came here to get you. My father found the approximate location of Dr. Gero's lab."
"I see," he stated, yet made no move to get out of the water.
"Are you coming?" she demanded impatiently.
"Why? What is the point?"
She gaped at him. "Huh?" she stupidly responded, completely in shock.
"What is the point?" he repeated.
"I heard what you said, idiot!"
"Then why ask?"
"I want to know why you said that!"
"It does not concern you."
She looked at him silently for a few moments before putting her hands on her hips and glaring at him. "You're giving up."
He walked towards the bank near her. "Yes. I give up."
She watched as he got out of the rushing water and moved to sit beside a large oak. "Is that the way a Saiyajin behaves? Is that the way a Saiyajin no Ouji behaves? By giving up?"
"No. But what does it matter how a Saiyajin should behave any more? I am the only 'true' Saiyajin left. If you count that brain damaged idiot, there are two of us."
She stared at his wet form sitting against the tree, completely shocked. Vejiita giving up? It couldn't happen. It could never happen and yet here he was doing exactly that. "What happened to you, Vejiita?"
"Does it matter? I give up. They can fight without me. They won't need me. Not if Kakarotto gets better in time."
She gasped. 'What is wrong with him?' "Vejiita, what is wrong? You can't give up! You've never given up before!"
"Oh, I've given up before. The day I died by the hands of Furiza. I knew I couldn't win and I gave up."
She stared at the fallen prince. This new Vejiita scared her. "What is wrong?"
"Nothing, Onna."
"Why are you giving up?"
"I can't win."
"Why can't you win?" she asked, deciding this was the best way to get information out of him. Through all of their fights, he answered her truthfully and easier if she asked specific questions. She somehow knew he wouldn't lie to her. He's never lied to her before, only omitted details.
"I am weak."
That admission nearly broke her heart. He really had fallen. "Why are you weak?"
"What is with the twenty questions, Onna? Go away. Plan your fight. Leave me be."
"This is not the Vejiita I know."
"No. I suppose not."
She nearly screamed in frustration. He wasn't even fighting with her. She stomped her foot angrily, not caring how infantile it looked. "You idiot! You are one of the only people who can win! Don't you understand?!"
He snorted, looking out over the rushing water. "No, I'm not. You have Kakarotto. You do not need me."
"Yes, damn it! We do! Everyone, outside of Yamucha, will admit that! Even Piccolo mentioned that we need you only a little while ago!"
"You are all fools then."
"You are so close to being a Supersaiyajin and you are going to just give up? Like a coward?"
She saw his jaw clench. "Yes."
'Damn him!' She stalked over to him. "Vejiita! What the *hell* is wrong with you?!"
"Nothing," he said quietly. "I just realized the truth."
"What truth?"
"It doesn't really matter. Not to you. Leave, Onna."
She glared down at his head, cursing him in her mind. She knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. She did not expect the violent flinch, or the violent pull away from her.
"Don't touch me," he hissed.
She looked at him, slightly hurt. "Vejiita, I want to know what is wrong with you."
"Nothing."
She moved in front of him, grasping his head in her hands forcing him to look at her. His eyes as always glaring at her, carefully guarded. His jaw muscles clenched tightly under her fingers. He looked ready to bolt. "Vejiita," she said forcefully. "You will tell me what's wrong!"
"You will let me go, Onna."
She felt his rage and her skin tingled. She figured he must have been raising his ki. "Why? Do I scare you? Is the big, bad Saiyajin no Ouji scared of a little human onna?"
"I am *not* scared of you. You will remove your hands before I remove them for you."
"I will not leave you alone, Vejiita. Not until you tell me what's wrong!"
"Onna, do you have a death wish?"
"No. You will not kill me. Tell me."
He glared into her eyes as she did the same. Long moments passed as the two most stubborn people on the planet continued in the glaring contest. "How would *you* know if I would kill you or not?"
"Are you going to tell me?"
"No."
For a few long minutes, or maybe hours, they continued to glare at each other. Buruma's hands still forcing the Saiyajin to look at her. She finally sighed and released him. "Fine. I don't know why I cared. You are a coward. Nothing more than a pathetic coward. I give up on you," she said, turning away. She missed his slight flinch at her words.
"Go away."
"Fine," she said in defeat and stood to go. She walked a few steps away from him, before turning back. "I was worried about you. For some stupid, unbelievable reason, I care about you. Hell, I even *like* you, arrogant and selfish as you are. Why I let myself, I will never know. I know it's hard for you to talk to people, let alone me. If the Earth survives, I wish you well, Vejiita no Ouji." She began to walk away.
"It is hard to talk. It's only less hard to talk to you."
She turned to look back at the figure beneath the tree. She moved back towards him and sat beside him, also leaning against the tree. "Less hard to talk to me, huh?"
He grunted staring away from her.
"I suppose it's because we have this twisted sort of friendship going on. Or maybe it's because I'm the only one who sees something in you that deserves respect. Hell, maybe it's because I'm not afraid of you. I don't know and I don't pretend to know. You are a mystery to me." She paused before pressing on. "Why won't you fight?"
"What is the point? I won't win. Kakarotto will. Even if I attaining my lifelong goal of reaching Supersaiyajin, Kakarotto will win. Why fight to only lose?"
"Why give up? Isn't giving up alien to the Saiyajin? You and Son-kun seem to have the stubborn refusal to give up even when all hope seems lost."
"Yes. We are quite a stubborn race."
She snorted. "I noticed."
"Why do you think I am even more stubborn than you are?"
She grinned slightly before sobering. "Vejiita, we do need you," she whispered.
"No one needs me, Onna."
She sighed and remained silent, unsure of what to say. She felt such sympathy and concern for the Saiyajin man that sat beside her. Yet, she didn't know what had happened to change him. Make him give up on his lifelong goal of beating Son-kun. "Vejiita, I need you. You have been there for me in your own sort of way when I needed someone the most. Even putting aside your pride for me on a couple of occasions. I need you to fight. You are strong. Perhaps you will become a Supersaiyajin even stronger than Son-kun." She laughed suddenly. "You'll probably become a Supersaiyajin fighting the androids. Then you can defeat Son-kun. And destroy this world. Why give up now? You are so close to achieving your goal."
Vejiita was silent for a few moments. "No. I won't ever achieve it."
She gaped and snapped her head to look at the spiky-haired Saiyajin beside her. His head bowed, looking at the clutched hands in his lap. "What?"
"I won't achieve the level I want. I'm becoming soft. And yet I'm not soft enough." He laughed bitterly. "I actually think those weak feelings are what allowed Kakarotto to achieve what I can not. And I cannot feel. Therefore, I cannot achieve what a third-class idiot has."
Buruma stared at the fallen prince silently. Tears of sympathy in her blue eyes. She was shocked that he had chosen to confide in her. Shocked beyond thought. And for some reason she felt so much pain at the Saiyajin's grief.
Vejiita closed his eyes tightly. "When I was a brat, I lived on Vejiita-sei. I was pampered, to an extent. I was allowed everything. My father trained me to kill. To destroy. And even then I was weak to him." Pausing, he opened his onyx eyes and stared up at the sky. "I was the strongest Saiyajin to be born and yet to my own father I was weak. My mother had a hand in raising me. She told me stories of the old Saiyajin. Stories of glorious battles. Of honorable battles. I had a heart. Something no Saiyajin was allowed to keep."
Buruma kept her mouth shut, not wanting to destroy the spell Vejiita seemed to be under. She sat quietly beside him, her back against the tree. Watching him, she could feel his deep, hypnotic voice lull her into a passive state.
"My mother told me feelings were what kept a Saiyajin alive and strong. Allowed him to win battles against his enemies. Feelings that allowed a prince to grow into a wonderful king that would bring prosperity to the Saiyajin." Vejiita grunted. "When I was three, my father killed my mother before my eyes. For corrupting the Crown Prince. For making his son soft and unworthy. That was the last time I felt anything besides rage and hatred. Nothing since then. Rage and hatred has been all I've known. I cried for my mother's death, and I was nearly beaten to death for it. My father decided to send me to Furiza. Thought that Furiza could whip me into a strong warrior worthy of the throne. Worthy of him."
Buruma watched as Vejiita's eyes clouded in rage. She longed to reach out and touch him, yet afraid to do so.
"I didn't cry. I was three years old and I obeyed my father, standing tall. I knew Furiza might very well kill me. I vowed that I would become stronger than the tyrant that ruled my people. The tyrant that made my father into what he was. A ruthless coward.
"My first step onto the massive ship was something that haunted my dreams for years. I was ridiculed by every species that Furiza had collected to serve him. Zarbon delighted in torturing me endlessly. Every waking moment I spent trying to escape his cruel pleasure. Furiza allowed it because it was to teach me that Saiyajin were nothing better than monkeys, he said. Monkeys," Vejiita spat.
"Every day for seven years I endured Zarbon's sick pleasure. I endured his beatings. I endured his taunts. Not one tear. Not one scream. Nothing. When I turned ten, things became different. Zarbon didn't come one night. I was surprised yet very relieved. I didn't care for the reason. I was relieved. I remember sleeping in the small chamber I was given when I came. I woke up to Zarbon entering my room, close to dawn. He had some alien whore hung over his shoulder. Blood was running down her leg. I was ten. I didn't know or care for females of any species. I didn't even know what sex was. I was beaten every day for seven years and when I wasn't getting beat, I was training. I hadn't even seen a female since I had left Vejiita-sei. I was confused. And angry. I've never known feelings. All my feelings had centered on anger by then. So maybe, I was really afraid, yet all I felt was anger."
Vejiita looked over at the Onna sitting beside him. He noticed her eyes looking at him in rapt fascination. He saw her damp eyes lower to look at his clenched hands. For some reason, he knew she didn't pity him. She knew that would be unforgivable. He knew she felt for him, though. And his heart twisted. That someone could actually care about him, to feel sympathy for him was something he had never experienced. Or expected. Hell, he didn't think he even wanted it and this little blue-haired Onna cared enough about *him* to feel sympathy for him. He quickly looked away from her. "He dropped the whore on the floor and made his way over to me. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up to look him in the eyes. He told me," Vejiita said, grimacing. "He told me that was a whore. He asked if I knew what to do with a whore. I shook my head. I was ten after all! Saiyajin don't reach what humans call puberty until they are around sixteen. Zarbon then grinned. He threw me towards the woman on the floor and told me to fuck her. I remember looking at him confused. I didn't know what he meant. Zarbon laughed. He suddenly fired a blast at me, which disintegrated my clothes. I stood there naked. It didn't bother me, the nakedness. He often beat me until my clothes were in shreds, exposing myself to him."
"No wonder you parade around the house half naked," Buruma observed quietly.
To her surprise, Vejiita out right laughed. "I never really thought about it. Modesty isn't something I have experienced. I don't feel shame or embarrassment. Does it bother you?"
She gaped at him. He was actually asking her if she minded? "Not really. I noticed it was all."
He smirked at her. "I'm sure you noticed."
To his shock, she blushed.
He snorted. "Let me continue. I won't go into to details. Basically, he fucked her, ordered me to fuck her. I did, after some 'persuasion'. It awakened a lust within me. The act of sex before a Saiyajin reaches mating age often causes the Saiyajin to destroy himself. It very nearly did destroy me but somehow I survived the insanity awoken within me. I raped every female on board, killing all of them. It was then that Zarbon paid me a visit. He raped me." He ignored Buruma's gasp of shock and continued. "And it was his biggest mistake and possibly what saved me from my madness. I lost control and erupted with power, slamming him into the wall. He survived, unfortunately. He never again came to beat me or rape me again. I was then trained. Only trained. I was sent on missions to purge planets. I raped many women on my missions. And I got even more powerful. I learned on one of my many missions that what had been done to me was a way to condition me to Furiza's service."
Vejiita closed his eyes. "Then, at twelve, my planet was destroyed. Furiza killed my father, my people, everything in one blast. Everything was gone. Only Nappa, Radditzu, Kakarotto, and I survived. I was the prince of a dead race. I felt no grief. I felt only anger. And I continued to plot my revenge. When I reached sixteen, I stopped raping. I stopped doing anything but killing for Furiza and training to destroy him. Raping only wasted my energy best spent elsewhere. After a few years of complete celibacy, I learned of a new taunt. Furiza's men decided because I no longer raped the women of the planets I purged that I was a monkey who liked to go after men now. Every one who said such lies, died. By my hand."
Vejiita paused and closed his eyes. "The last time I raped someone was when I was twenty. Some sort of frail alien woman I had the pleasure of meeting on Furiza's ship. I killed her of course. I didn't care. Soon, afterward I learned of Radditzu's death. I came here. Lost my tail. My beautiful tail. Got defeated by Kakarotto. Went to Namek. Died. Watched the third-class baka destroy my dreams. Saw what a Supersaiyajin looked like. Saw what I will never become. Learned that I will never become that which I seek. Because my entire race was wrong. Feelings allowed Kakarotto to achieve Supersaiyajin. And I cannot feel. I will never defeat him; never claim the title of King now. I never fulfilled my desire for revenge. Everything was taken away from me. I will never be the strongest, never be King, and never achieve Supersaiyajin. Never. And some third class, brain-damaged, inbred Saiyajin did. And the whole fucking reason I can't do it is because I cannot feel!" Vejiita laughed bitterly. "I cannot feel! I cannot open myself to accept that weakness even if I wanted to. Because it is both a weakness and a strength and I have been purged of it. My heart is dead and black. I feel nothing. Nothing but rage and hatred. Rage and hatred will not allow me to become Supersaiyajin. I am only a tail-less bastard without a race or a home. Prince of a dead planet."
Buruma was silent for a few moments. "Vejiita," she whispered.
"I have no idea why I just told you that, Onna. My life story." He chuckled ironically. "Feel honored, no one knows my story. Except for you."
She looked at him. Thinking for a moment before asking him a very sensitive question. She felt like doing something for the man before her. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she needed to give him back something of his heritage. "Do you miss your tail, Vejiita-sama?" she asked, finally giving him the respect he demanded from the very beginning. He had earned it in her eyes. She respected him.
He looked over at her surprised. At both the question and the respect she gave him. "Yes, Onna. Of course I do. It's like missing an arm or a leg. I can still feel it sometimes. I wake up and expect to touch it, yet my hand comes up empty. I can almost feel it softly twitching behind me only to look and find nothing."
She closed her eyes. 'Kami, please...' she prayed. 'Please, Kami-sama. He has suffered enough. Please.'
Suddenly, Vejiita stood up, grasping behind him.
"What?"
He growled low in his throat and Buruma looked at what he was doing. He seemed to be ripping at the seat of his spandex shorts. Suddenly a furry appendage shot through the material. She vaguely noticed Vejiita sigh of relief. She was too busy staring.
"Whoa," she whispered awed.
He looked down at his tail that twitched slightly. He smiled. The first real smile Buruma had seen the Saiyajin no Ouji make. "My tail," he breathed out.
She watched as it swung lazily back and forth. She had an image that Vejiita would pick it up and kiss it. He seemed joyful. Vejiita joyful? 'Thank you, Kami.'
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AN: That's it for now! O_O Whoa I write a LOT! Sorry this is so dark and ... stuff. O_O Sorry, but if you hate it let me know! I hope it isn't too bad! *Hides* I know it's a little OOC but I try not to!
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