Jakuten
Disclaimer: *Sigh* I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. Why do you people persist in bugging me about that? I'm not *nearly* that good!
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Four: Mates?
Rated: R
She smiled at his back; he was still gazing lovingly at his tail, almost ignoring her presence. She felt a twinge of envy. 'Jealous of a tail?' She nearly laughed aloud. "I'm happy for you!" she exclaimed as she jumped up.
His tail twitched slightly before it wrapped lightly against his waist. She saw Vejiita caress it slightly as it settled. She was amazed at how soft the black fur looked.
"It's beautiful, Vejiita."
He snorted. "Of course, it is. My tail was the envy of every Saiyajin."
She laughed. Back to normal. She felt an incredible urge to touch it. "May I touch it?"
He turned to her suddenly placing a hand over it protectively. "No!"
She flinched back as though she was slapped. That hurt. "I'm sorry. I just... never mind. I'll leave you alone now."
He watched her walk slowly back towards his rival's home. He grunted. 'Damn her!' He didn't mean to hurt the blasted Onna. "It's sensitive, Onna. Very."
"I know that, Vejiita. Do you think I'd intentionally hurt you?" she asked without looking back.
"Everyone intentionally hurts me, Onna. I protect myself, nothing more."
She looked at him, her eyes moist. "You don't know me very well then."
He glared at her. He was considering letting her touch his precious tail. And that was forbidden! Only mates touched tails. And he was still considering it, because he had hurt her. 'And I want her...' came the unwanted thought. "I didn't know if you knew about how it hurt, idiot!"
"Well, I grew up around Son-kun, didn't I? He did have his tail for a while!" she shouted harshly. She was severely hurt by his sharp refusal.
"Besides, you don't know what it means." He was trying to have her give up without her being hurt and without giving into her. A part of him actually wanted her to caress his tail, to touch it.
"What it means? What does what mean?"
"What touching my tail would mean, Onna."
She looked at him. She sighed. Walking towards him slowly, she watched him eye her warily. "What does it mean than?"
"I'm not going to explain it." He turned away from her, his tail twitching in agitation. It had unwound itself from his waist and hung loosely. It fell to near the ground, the end twitching like a cat's.
She grinned evilly and gently reached out to caress it. She was unprepared for Vejiita's reaction.
He purred low in his throat as her small hand handled it gently. He then snapped around and pinned her to the same tree they were once seated beneath. He glared at her. "Don't. Ever. Touch. It. Again." His teeth clenched.
Buruma shook almost unnoticeably beneath his angry face. Yet she could tell he wasn't really even mad at her. He was mad at himself. "Why?"
He growled.
"You purred."
He looked offended. "I did not purr."
"Yes, you did."
"I did no such thing."
"You did!"
"Onna! I did not! Just don't touch it again!"
"Why?"
"You have no idea what it means, Onna. Don't!"
"I want a tail."
He looked at her, nearly gaping. "Excuse me?"
"I want a tail," she repeated wistfully. "It would be fun."
He glared at her. "Onna, don't be stupid. You can't have a tail!"
"Why not?"
"One, you aren't Saiyajin."
"What's two?"
"You are HUMAN!"
"So?"
He sighed in exasperation, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. "You just can't, Onna! Now, if I let you go will you leave my tail alone?"
"No."
He glared at her. "Onna," he said warningly.
"Not until you tell me why!"
He sighed and released her. He watched her grin at him before she reached for his tail once more. Unfortunately, his hidden desire to have her touch it over rid his natural instinct to defend himself. He purred once more as she caressed the furry tail in her soft hands. His knees weak, he felt himself fall onto the ground. He vaguely noticed her grin before he shut his eyes, experiencing the complete pleasure coursing through him.
She looked down at the Saiyajin no Ouji on his knees, completely submissive. And purring like a kitten. She moved her hand softly up the tail, kneeling partly behind him as she did so. His purr increases slightly and a new sound emerged. A growl. If she didn't know better, this was arousing the unshakable Saiyajin. She moved up to the base of the tail, still lightly brushing her hands along the tips of the fur. She was surprised as his eyes snapped open.
"Onna," he gasped out weakly. "Don't, not there."
She grinned and felt around the base of the tail and gasped as Vejiita surged forward onto his hands and knees, his body shaking.
"Onna, stop. Now," he demanded of her. "You don't know what you're doing," he breathed.
"You seem to enjoy it." She grinned at his expression of pure pleasure that fought with pure terror.
"Onna, please," he groaned out. "I won't... be... able... to control it."
"What? Control what?"
The prince shut his eyes, giving in. She wasn't releasing the base of his tail. She messaged the appendage softly, almost lovingly. She didn't even realize this was arousing him! He wanted to scream. She was enacting the ancient Saiyajin mating ritual and didn't even know it! "Onna, stop!" he attempted to demand. He couldn't allow it. If he mated with her, he *knew* he'd bond her. He knew he'd hurt her. If she continued with her ministrations, he would force himself upon her, leading straight into a mating frenzy. Damn her! "Onna! Do you want me to mate with you!? Stop!"
She paused slightly. "Excuse me?"
"Nothing. Just release my tail. Please, Onna!"
She looked at him, his body shaking with the pleasure he had received. He seemed to be fighting it. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground. She smiled and grabbed the base of his tail gently and continued massaging it.
Vejiita moaned out, knowing her renewed efforts were going to cause this. Cause him to mate with her. Then he knew he'd bond her. 'Damn it all to hell!' He couldn't bond! He couldn't! It was for the weak! Yet, he knew what would happen...
He felt the sensation overcome him and gave into the pleasure she was giving him. He groaned out and thrust his hips foreword once. He nearly screamed. He twisted around so fast, Buruma never realized until he had pinned her with his body. He growled at her, his tail twitching minutely. He pinned her hands above her head. "You are going to regret that," he began. Sniffing the air, he growled. She was in season.
He saw her eyes go wide. Fear in them. He attempted to override his instincts, failing miserably.
He looked at her, remorse and guilt in his eyes. He knew he was going to hurt her and scare her. "Onna," he growled out. He captured her lips with his own, fiercely, demanding, and passionately. He was surprised when she kissed him back with as much passion. He quickly ripped away her clothes and his own spandex. "You are mine. No one may touch you or look upon you. Those who dare, die. You are mine," he whispered in his native tongue and then took her.
~~~
Vejiita opened his eyes, squinting as the bright sunlight hit his sensitive eyes. He winced as he remembered what had just happened. Looking down, he noticed the Onna still beneath him, snoozing lightly. He gently moved his body from her, his tail still wrapped around her thigh. He pulled her into his embrace, his body shaking. 'I'm such a monster,' he thought to himself hatefully. 'And a weakling.' He had mated with a human. A fragile human and he knew he had hurt her. Human mating was different. Softer, more tender. She didn't need to be stuck for life with a brute like him. She was too good for that. She was Saiyajin-like in almost every way. Yet, she would have never been prepared for the violence he had inflicted upon her.
He felt tears sting his eyes. He blinked rapidly to hold them back. He would not cry. He would never cry. He felt her dreamy mind with his own. Bonded. He not only mated, he had bonded. A half-completed bond, sure, but a bond nonetheless. He was a disgrace to his race. He could hear his father's voice in his mind, cursing him, damning him, and scorning him. Not only had he bonded, something forbidden to his kind. She wasn't even Saiyajin. He had bonded and mated a human, a weakling human onna. Twice damned by his actions.
Even then, he wasn't angry with the fragile Onna within his arms. She didn't know what she was doing. He had known she was in season. He had *known* it yet still didn't stay as far away from her as he should have. Now they would have a brat. A brat he was sure he couldn't take care of. Or even love. He scowled. He didn't even know what love was. He felt something for the Onna, sure. Felt desire, affection maybe, but love? Could a monster such as himself truly love anyone? He couldn't *feel*, damn it!
He felt her stir beneath his arms. He buried his head into her hair, breathing in her lavender scent. "Onna, you fucking idiot," he growled without the usual malicious sting.
"What?"
"You idiot," he whispered. His tail moved up her thigh and wrapped around her waist.
"Huh?"
He nuzzled her hair, a soft purr escaping his throat before he cut it off. "Do you know what you have caused? What I have done?"
"What? Besides the fact you had sex I mean," she teased lightly.
"I mated with you. I mated with you because you were performing part of the Saiyajin mating ritual. A very ancient mating ritual. One we Saiyajin have abandoned long ago. And I mated with you while you were in season. Now I'm stuck with you."
"Huh?" she asked stupidly. 'Having sex with him one time makes him stuck with me?'
"I've gone and bonded you, idiot."
"Bonded?"
::Onna,:: he whispered in her mind, her body jumping in surprise. ::Not only are you my mate now, but my bonded mate. My bite mark on your neck is a sign of that.::
::What does that mean? What's the difference?::
::Mates are together until one or both die. Bonded mates are connected by the soul, Onna. If you die, I die.::
::I'm bonded and mated to you?::
::Yes.::
::Chichi and Son-kun aren't like that are they? She doesn't have a bite mark.::
::Probably not. Kakarotto isn't fully Saiyajin and his mating instincts might be a little skewed. Bonded mates do *not* happen. Or they aren't supposed to happen.::
"I'm sorry," she sobbed out feeling his disgust, thinking it was her that he was disgusted with. He nipped her neck lightly before rising from the ground.
"You didn't know. Now you are stuck with me. I'm not angry, Onna. Not at you, anyway."
She looked at him, startled. Her body was still quite naked and glittered with a light layer of sweat. She watched as he walked up to his clothes. He grabbed his large shirt and tossed it to her.
"Put that on. We need to get back," he said curtly. "I'm actually surprised no one came to look for us. You've been gone quite a while. Hell, we shouldn't have spent so much time here. We need to save your planet, remember?"
She glared at him. "I will *not* be bossed around by you!"
"Onna, unless you want to stroll through the house naked I suggest you do."
"I would rather walk around naked then have *you* boss me into wearing *your* clothes," she snapped at him.
"And have all those pathetic weakling fighters stare at you?"
Buruma continued being stubborn. "Yes!" she shouted at him.
To her obvious shock, he whirled around and pinned her against the tree. She was beginning to get quite familiar with this position. "They will *not* look at you, Onna. Put it on!"
She glared at him. "Why? Why the *hell* do you give a shit!?"
He growled. "They will never see you this way. You are mine, Onna! My mate!" he hissed at her. "Put it on. They see you naked, they die. I will kill them all."
She gulped nervously, but complied and put on his large blue shirt. She noticed it smelled like him. Clean, masculine. Sexy. She grinned. He was jealous. This might be interesting she decided.
After she quickly donned his shirt, she looked at him questioningly. She wasn't completely covered by it. She watched as he scowled at how much was revealed. She grinned behind her hand. He was very jealous. This would be interesting.
"Knock it off, Onna. I can hear you think."
She glared at him. "Then don't listen!"
"I can't help it. It's there."
She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "What now, Vejiita no Ouji?" she asked sarcastically.
He shot her a disgusted look before he picked up his spandex shorts and handed it to her. "Wear those."
She gaped at him. "You'll be naked!"
"No, I'm going to speed into the house and steal some clothes. I'm fast, remember?"
She grinned. She would love to see that, she decided.
He smirked at her before disappearing. He reappeared only scant minutes later, fully clothed. In Goku's clothes, she noted. She giggled at his look of complete horror at the clothes. He was wearing a purple shirt with green jeans. "I didn't think he had *this* bad of taste. I figured, even brain-damaged as he is, he would know how to *dress* at least."
Buruma sat down quickly, tears coming out of her eyes, laughing her merry little head off. Seeing Vejiita glare at her only sent her laughing harder. "Sorry, Jiita! Sorry! It's just too funny," she giggled at him.
He stared at her as she continued to laugh, his face impassive. Only a small twitch of his lips gave away his amusement at the situation. "Look who's talking? Your practically drowning in my clothing and I'm not even that big. Let's go, Onna. We need to find Gero's lab."
She sobered immediately and stood up. Vejiita walked over to her, his tail twitching slightly behind him. He walked passed her, leaving her to follow him. She quickly caught up to him and gently caressed his tail. He stopped in mid step. "Onna," he growl.
"Sorry. It's just... I like your tail."
She couldn't see his face, but she saw his back straighten almost in pride. "Hands off for now. You can touch it later," he stated and proceeded to walk again. She smiled faintly before rushing after him.
"Shouldn't we go back home and change into real clothes first? I mean they will know what happened now."
"So? It'll get out eventually. I'd rather deal with it now and have the fight with the androids to distract them from it. Besides, we wasted enough time as it is. The androids are sure to be activated by now."
"Facing everything, eh?"
"It's a Saiyajin thing, Onna. Now shut up!"
Buruma grinned. She had Vejiita back. The one who would fight. Fight because he was Saiyajin. Fight because he loved it. If she knew that mating with him would have cured him of his earlier problem, she would have saved herself a lot of yelling.
"Onna, knock off the thinking. I can still hear it."
She glared at his back.
"And don't glare, we're here."
She looked up to see Son-kun's house. She suddenly felt very nervous. Everyone would *know* that her and Vejiita had sex out there only scant minutes before... and the questions! Everyone was so noisy. She sighed and steeled herself, following the ridiculously dressed Saiyajin no Ouji she somehow attached herself to.
He entered the house, pride etched in every moment he made. She shouldn't have been so surprised. He was royalty. She supposed he learned that being a prince. She wished she could command a room just by moving.
::Onna, stop thinking!::
She glared at him, only to be interrupted by her friends' gasps. She blushed and looked down.
"Buruma-san? What took you guys so long? You were gone for hours! We wanted to go look for you in case Vejiita killed you or something, but Piccolo-san wouldn't let us. Said something about you being busy. And why are you wearing Vejiita's clothes?" little Gohan asked for them all.
"No reason?" she said hopefully.
Piccolo gave her a look. She slumped her shoulders. "Because mine were ruined."
"How?" Kuririn asked confused.
"Me." Everyone looked to Vejiita in surprise, and then, cracked up as they saw his tasteless outfit. Laughter immediately ceased as they noticed his glare.
"You ruined them? Why would you do something like that?"
Vejiita glared around the room. "I felt like it."
Confusion was met with his words. Yamucha gasped in realization. "You had sex!" he exclaimed.
Buruma blushed and Vejiita looked even smugger than usual. "Stating the obvious, idiot? Why else would I ruin her clothes?"
Chichi looked at both Buruma and Vejiita, and then burst into giggles. "You mated!"
Vejiita blinked in shock. "You know about mating?" He didn't think his rival remembered that much of being a Saiyajin to be able to explain it to his mate.
"Yes. Goku may not remember much but he *is* a Saiyajin. He and I are mates. To him, that is what we are. Not husband and wife. Mates. I thought it was weird until we learned he was a Saiyajin. I even have the mark to prove it." She moved her shirt to expose part of her neck, a scared mark in the shape of a half-moon appearing.
"Hn," he grunted thoughtfully.
"You guys are mates?" Tenshinhan asked confused. "Will you be getting married or something?"
"Guys, it just happened. We don't even know if we *like* each other yet," Buruma began but felt hurt. Not her hurt though and that's what confused her. She looked over at Vejiita. He looked as impassive as ever. Yet, she still felt it. ::Jiita?::
She felt his growl in her mind.
::Jiita, don't be hurt! I do like you, idiot!::
She still didn't receive an answer and sighed. "Anyway, Tenshinhan we don't even know anything right now. You guys will know if we do, okay?"
"Yes," he agreed softly, still in shock.
"Hey, Vejiita-san! You have your tail back," Gohan said suddenly. The gathering gasped in shock and horror.
"Smart brat." Vejiita smirked, his tail twitching in amusement.
"How?" Tenshinhan asked.
"Don't know. Don't care."
"We have to cut it off!" Yamucha exclaimed in horror.
"You will do *no* such thing, idiot!" Buruma said in Vejiita's stead. "I *like* his tail."
Yamucha gaped at his former love. "He'll transform!"
Vejiita snorted. "I may not have to have the moon to transform, but I do know how to control my transformed state. I am not like Kakarotto or his brat."
"See?" Buruma said smugly.
"Fine," Piccolo grunted. It didn't matter to him. Transformed or not, Vejiita was Vejiita.
"Back to Dr. Gero's lab," Buruma began. "It's located in the mountains southwest of South City. You are able to see Angel Lake from it. We have nothing else to go on."
"How about we all just fly there and look?" Gohan asked.
"Sounds good to me," Vejiita put in.
"Search and destroy, huh? Fun," Tenshinhan said with a smile.
"I'm in," Kuririn replied.
"Fine," Yamucha said sulking.
"Why not?" Piccolo put in.
"Okay, let's go," Buruma said excitedly.
"You aren't going, Onna," Vejiita said suddenly.
"What?! What do you mean, I'm not going?" she asked shocked.
"You nearly got yourself killed last time. This time, you are staying here," he said stubbornly.
"But-"
::Stay here, Onna,:: Vejiita ordered in her mind.
::No.::
::End of discussion, idiot. You are staying.::
::I don't want you to get hurt,:: she said sadly in his mind.
::I'll come back,:: he said. ::I am a Saiyajin. I will win.::
"Promise me," she said aloud. At his scowl, she amended herself. "Promise me you will win."
Looking around the room at their shocked audience he glared at every one of them before turning back towards his mate.
"I promise," he said gruffly. ::Damn Onna.::
~~~
She looked after the departing warriors, tears in her eyes. Buruma sighed and turned away. ::You get hurt, stupid, :: she began waspishly. ::You won't see the gravity room for years!::
She felt him snort in her mind.
Tears fell as she had to admit, he might never come home. Realizing she wasn't alone, Buruma looked up into the teary-eyed Chichi. Startled, Buruma's eyes widened.
"What is it, Chichi?" she asked her best friend's wife.
"I'm just worried about my Goku and you are worried about Vejiita. I just thought, maybe you and I should have tea and worry about our Saiyajin men together..." she said softly.
Buruma had never been very close to her, yet she felt a connection with her right then. A connection because of their men, but a connection nonetheless. "Sure, Chichi, I would like that," Buruma replied with a smile.
~~~
AN: ^_^
Lovies!
Disclaimer: *Sigh* I do not own DBZ or any of the characters. Why do you people persist in bugging me about that? I'm not *nearly* that good!
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Four: Mates?
Rated: R
She smiled at his back; he was still gazing lovingly at his tail, almost ignoring her presence. She felt a twinge of envy. 'Jealous of a tail?' She nearly laughed aloud. "I'm happy for you!" she exclaimed as she jumped up.
His tail twitched slightly before it wrapped lightly against his waist. She saw Vejiita caress it slightly as it settled. She was amazed at how soft the black fur looked.
"It's beautiful, Vejiita."
He snorted. "Of course, it is. My tail was the envy of every Saiyajin."
She laughed. Back to normal. She felt an incredible urge to touch it. "May I touch it?"
He turned to her suddenly placing a hand over it protectively. "No!"
She flinched back as though she was slapped. That hurt. "I'm sorry. I just... never mind. I'll leave you alone now."
He watched her walk slowly back towards his rival's home. He grunted. 'Damn her!' He didn't mean to hurt the blasted Onna. "It's sensitive, Onna. Very."
"I know that, Vejiita. Do you think I'd intentionally hurt you?" she asked without looking back.
"Everyone intentionally hurts me, Onna. I protect myself, nothing more."
She looked at him, her eyes moist. "You don't know me very well then."
He glared at her. He was considering letting her touch his precious tail. And that was forbidden! Only mates touched tails. And he was still considering it, because he had hurt her. 'And I want her...' came the unwanted thought. "I didn't know if you knew about how it hurt, idiot!"
"Well, I grew up around Son-kun, didn't I? He did have his tail for a while!" she shouted harshly. She was severely hurt by his sharp refusal.
"Besides, you don't know what it means." He was trying to have her give up without her being hurt and without giving into her. A part of him actually wanted her to caress his tail, to touch it.
"What it means? What does what mean?"
"What touching my tail would mean, Onna."
She looked at him. She sighed. Walking towards him slowly, she watched him eye her warily. "What does it mean than?"
"I'm not going to explain it." He turned away from her, his tail twitching in agitation. It had unwound itself from his waist and hung loosely. It fell to near the ground, the end twitching like a cat's.
She grinned evilly and gently reached out to caress it. She was unprepared for Vejiita's reaction.
He purred low in his throat as her small hand handled it gently. He then snapped around and pinned her to the same tree they were once seated beneath. He glared at her. "Don't. Ever. Touch. It. Again." His teeth clenched.
Buruma shook almost unnoticeably beneath his angry face. Yet she could tell he wasn't really even mad at her. He was mad at himself. "Why?"
He growled.
"You purred."
He looked offended. "I did not purr."
"Yes, you did."
"I did no such thing."
"You did!"
"Onna! I did not! Just don't touch it again!"
"Why?"
"You have no idea what it means, Onna. Don't!"
"I want a tail."
He looked at her, nearly gaping. "Excuse me?"
"I want a tail," she repeated wistfully. "It would be fun."
He glared at her. "Onna, don't be stupid. You can't have a tail!"
"Why not?"
"One, you aren't Saiyajin."
"What's two?"
"You are HUMAN!"
"So?"
He sighed in exasperation, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. "You just can't, Onna! Now, if I let you go will you leave my tail alone?"
"No."
He glared at her. "Onna," he said warningly.
"Not until you tell me why!"
He sighed and released her. He watched her grin at him before she reached for his tail once more. Unfortunately, his hidden desire to have her touch it over rid his natural instinct to defend himself. He purred once more as she caressed the furry tail in her soft hands. His knees weak, he felt himself fall onto the ground. He vaguely noticed her grin before he shut his eyes, experiencing the complete pleasure coursing through him.
She looked down at the Saiyajin no Ouji on his knees, completely submissive. And purring like a kitten. She moved her hand softly up the tail, kneeling partly behind him as she did so. His purr increases slightly and a new sound emerged. A growl. If she didn't know better, this was arousing the unshakable Saiyajin. She moved up to the base of the tail, still lightly brushing her hands along the tips of the fur. She was surprised as his eyes snapped open.
"Onna," he gasped out weakly. "Don't, not there."
She grinned and felt around the base of the tail and gasped as Vejiita surged forward onto his hands and knees, his body shaking.
"Onna, stop. Now," he demanded of her. "You don't know what you're doing," he breathed.
"You seem to enjoy it." She grinned at his expression of pure pleasure that fought with pure terror.
"Onna, please," he groaned out. "I won't... be... able... to control it."
"What? Control what?"
The prince shut his eyes, giving in. She wasn't releasing the base of his tail. She messaged the appendage softly, almost lovingly. She didn't even realize this was arousing him! He wanted to scream. She was enacting the ancient Saiyajin mating ritual and didn't even know it! "Onna, stop!" he attempted to demand. He couldn't allow it. If he mated with her, he *knew* he'd bond her. He knew he'd hurt her. If she continued with her ministrations, he would force himself upon her, leading straight into a mating frenzy. Damn her! "Onna! Do you want me to mate with you!? Stop!"
She paused slightly. "Excuse me?"
"Nothing. Just release my tail. Please, Onna!"
She looked at him, his body shaking with the pleasure he had received. He seemed to be fighting it. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground. She smiled and grabbed the base of his tail gently and continued massaging it.
Vejiita moaned out, knowing her renewed efforts were going to cause this. Cause him to mate with her. Then he knew he'd bond her. 'Damn it all to hell!' He couldn't bond! He couldn't! It was for the weak! Yet, he knew what would happen...
He felt the sensation overcome him and gave into the pleasure she was giving him. He groaned out and thrust his hips foreword once. He nearly screamed. He twisted around so fast, Buruma never realized until he had pinned her with his body. He growled at her, his tail twitching minutely. He pinned her hands above her head. "You are going to regret that," he began. Sniffing the air, he growled. She was in season.
He saw her eyes go wide. Fear in them. He attempted to override his instincts, failing miserably.
He looked at her, remorse and guilt in his eyes. He knew he was going to hurt her and scare her. "Onna," he growled out. He captured her lips with his own, fiercely, demanding, and passionately. He was surprised when she kissed him back with as much passion. He quickly ripped away her clothes and his own spandex. "You are mine. No one may touch you or look upon you. Those who dare, die. You are mine," he whispered in his native tongue and then took her.
~~~
Vejiita opened his eyes, squinting as the bright sunlight hit his sensitive eyes. He winced as he remembered what had just happened. Looking down, he noticed the Onna still beneath him, snoozing lightly. He gently moved his body from her, his tail still wrapped around her thigh. He pulled her into his embrace, his body shaking. 'I'm such a monster,' he thought to himself hatefully. 'And a weakling.' He had mated with a human. A fragile human and he knew he had hurt her. Human mating was different. Softer, more tender. She didn't need to be stuck for life with a brute like him. She was too good for that. She was Saiyajin-like in almost every way. Yet, she would have never been prepared for the violence he had inflicted upon her.
He felt tears sting his eyes. He blinked rapidly to hold them back. He would not cry. He would never cry. He felt her dreamy mind with his own. Bonded. He not only mated, he had bonded. A half-completed bond, sure, but a bond nonetheless. He was a disgrace to his race. He could hear his father's voice in his mind, cursing him, damning him, and scorning him. Not only had he bonded, something forbidden to his kind. She wasn't even Saiyajin. He had bonded and mated a human, a weakling human onna. Twice damned by his actions.
Even then, he wasn't angry with the fragile Onna within his arms. She didn't know what she was doing. He had known she was in season. He had *known* it yet still didn't stay as far away from her as he should have. Now they would have a brat. A brat he was sure he couldn't take care of. Or even love. He scowled. He didn't even know what love was. He felt something for the Onna, sure. Felt desire, affection maybe, but love? Could a monster such as himself truly love anyone? He couldn't *feel*, damn it!
He felt her stir beneath his arms. He buried his head into her hair, breathing in her lavender scent. "Onna, you fucking idiot," he growled without the usual malicious sting.
"What?"
"You idiot," he whispered. His tail moved up her thigh and wrapped around her waist.
"Huh?"
He nuzzled her hair, a soft purr escaping his throat before he cut it off. "Do you know what you have caused? What I have done?"
"What? Besides the fact you had sex I mean," she teased lightly.
"I mated with you. I mated with you because you were performing part of the Saiyajin mating ritual. A very ancient mating ritual. One we Saiyajin have abandoned long ago. And I mated with you while you were in season. Now I'm stuck with you."
"Huh?" she asked stupidly. 'Having sex with him one time makes him stuck with me?'
"I've gone and bonded you, idiot."
"Bonded?"
::Onna,:: he whispered in her mind, her body jumping in surprise. ::Not only are you my mate now, but my bonded mate. My bite mark on your neck is a sign of that.::
::What does that mean? What's the difference?::
::Mates are together until one or both die. Bonded mates are connected by the soul, Onna. If you die, I die.::
::I'm bonded and mated to you?::
::Yes.::
::Chichi and Son-kun aren't like that are they? She doesn't have a bite mark.::
::Probably not. Kakarotto isn't fully Saiyajin and his mating instincts might be a little skewed. Bonded mates do *not* happen. Or they aren't supposed to happen.::
"I'm sorry," she sobbed out feeling his disgust, thinking it was her that he was disgusted with. He nipped her neck lightly before rising from the ground.
"You didn't know. Now you are stuck with me. I'm not angry, Onna. Not at you, anyway."
She looked at him, startled. Her body was still quite naked and glittered with a light layer of sweat. She watched as he walked up to his clothes. He grabbed his large shirt and tossed it to her.
"Put that on. We need to get back," he said curtly. "I'm actually surprised no one came to look for us. You've been gone quite a while. Hell, we shouldn't have spent so much time here. We need to save your planet, remember?"
She glared at him. "I will *not* be bossed around by you!"
"Onna, unless you want to stroll through the house naked I suggest you do."
"I would rather walk around naked then have *you* boss me into wearing *your* clothes," she snapped at him.
"And have all those pathetic weakling fighters stare at you?"
Buruma continued being stubborn. "Yes!" she shouted at him.
To her obvious shock, he whirled around and pinned her against the tree. She was beginning to get quite familiar with this position. "They will *not* look at you, Onna. Put it on!"
She glared at him. "Why? Why the *hell* do you give a shit!?"
He growled. "They will never see you this way. You are mine, Onna! My mate!" he hissed at her. "Put it on. They see you naked, they die. I will kill them all."
She gulped nervously, but complied and put on his large blue shirt. She noticed it smelled like him. Clean, masculine. Sexy. She grinned. He was jealous. This might be interesting she decided.
After she quickly donned his shirt, she looked at him questioningly. She wasn't completely covered by it. She watched as he scowled at how much was revealed. She grinned behind her hand. He was very jealous. This would be interesting.
"Knock it off, Onna. I can hear you think."
She glared at him. "Then don't listen!"
"I can't help it. It's there."
She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. "What now, Vejiita no Ouji?" she asked sarcastically.
He shot her a disgusted look before he picked up his spandex shorts and handed it to her. "Wear those."
She gaped at him. "You'll be naked!"
"No, I'm going to speed into the house and steal some clothes. I'm fast, remember?"
She grinned. She would love to see that, she decided.
He smirked at her before disappearing. He reappeared only scant minutes later, fully clothed. In Goku's clothes, she noted. She giggled at his look of complete horror at the clothes. He was wearing a purple shirt with green jeans. "I didn't think he had *this* bad of taste. I figured, even brain-damaged as he is, he would know how to *dress* at least."
Buruma sat down quickly, tears coming out of her eyes, laughing her merry little head off. Seeing Vejiita glare at her only sent her laughing harder. "Sorry, Jiita! Sorry! It's just too funny," she giggled at him.
He stared at her as she continued to laugh, his face impassive. Only a small twitch of his lips gave away his amusement at the situation. "Look who's talking? Your practically drowning in my clothing and I'm not even that big. Let's go, Onna. We need to find Gero's lab."
She sobered immediately and stood up. Vejiita walked over to her, his tail twitching slightly behind him. He walked passed her, leaving her to follow him. She quickly caught up to him and gently caressed his tail. He stopped in mid step. "Onna," he growl.
"Sorry. It's just... I like your tail."
She couldn't see his face, but she saw his back straighten almost in pride. "Hands off for now. You can touch it later," he stated and proceeded to walk again. She smiled faintly before rushing after him.
"Shouldn't we go back home and change into real clothes first? I mean they will know what happened now."
"So? It'll get out eventually. I'd rather deal with it now and have the fight with the androids to distract them from it. Besides, we wasted enough time as it is. The androids are sure to be activated by now."
"Facing everything, eh?"
"It's a Saiyajin thing, Onna. Now shut up!"
Buruma grinned. She had Vejiita back. The one who would fight. Fight because he was Saiyajin. Fight because he loved it. If she knew that mating with him would have cured him of his earlier problem, she would have saved herself a lot of yelling.
"Onna, knock off the thinking. I can still hear it."
She glared at his back.
"And don't glare, we're here."
She looked up to see Son-kun's house. She suddenly felt very nervous. Everyone would *know* that her and Vejiita had sex out there only scant minutes before... and the questions! Everyone was so noisy. She sighed and steeled herself, following the ridiculously dressed Saiyajin no Ouji she somehow attached herself to.
He entered the house, pride etched in every moment he made. She shouldn't have been so surprised. He was royalty. She supposed he learned that being a prince. She wished she could command a room just by moving.
::Onna, stop thinking!::
She glared at him, only to be interrupted by her friends' gasps. She blushed and looked down.
"Buruma-san? What took you guys so long? You were gone for hours! We wanted to go look for you in case Vejiita killed you or something, but Piccolo-san wouldn't let us. Said something about you being busy. And why are you wearing Vejiita's clothes?" little Gohan asked for them all.
"No reason?" she said hopefully.
Piccolo gave her a look. She slumped her shoulders. "Because mine were ruined."
"How?" Kuririn asked confused.
"Me." Everyone looked to Vejiita in surprise, and then, cracked up as they saw his tasteless outfit. Laughter immediately ceased as they noticed his glare.
"You ruined them? Why would you do something like that?"
Vejiita glared around the room. "I felt like it."
Confusion was met with his words. Yamucha gasped in realization. "You had sex!" he exclaimed.
Buruma blushed and Vejiita looked even smugger than usual. "Stating the obvious, idiot? Why else would I ruin her clothes?"
Chichi looked at both Buruma and Vejiita, and then burst into giggles. "You mated!"
Vejiita blinked in shock. "You know about mating?" He didn't think his rival remembered that much of being a Saiyajin to be able to explain it to his mate.
"Yes. Goku may not remember much but he *is* a Saiyajin. He and I are mates. To him, that is what we are. Not husband and wife. Mates. I thought it was weird until we learned he was a Saiyajin. I even have the mark to prove it." She moved her shirt to expose part of her neck, a scared mark in the shape of a half-moon appearing.
"Hn," he grunted thoughtfully.
"You guys are mates?" Tenshinhan asked confused. "Will you be getting married or something?"
"Guys, it just happened. We don't even know if we *like* each other yet," Buruma began but felt hurt. Not her hurt though and that's what confused her. She looked over at Vejiita. He looked as impassive as ever. Yet, she still felt it. ::Jiita?::
She felt his growl in her mind.
::Jiita, don't be hurt! I do like you, idiot!::
She still didn't receive an answer and sighed. "Anyway, Tenshinhan we don't even know anything right now. You guys will know if we do, okay?"
"Yes," he agreed softly, still in shock.
"Hey, Vejiita-san! You have your tail back," Gohan said suddenly. The gathering gasped in shock and horror.
"Smart brat." Vejiita smirked, his tail twitching in amusement.
"How?" Tenshinhan asked.
"Don't know. Don't care."
"We have to cut it off!" Yamucha exclaimed in horror.
"You will do *no* such thing, idiot!" Buruma said in Vejiita's stead. "I *like* his tail."
Yamucha gaped at his former love. "He'll transform!"
Vejiita snorted. "I may not have to have the moon to transform, but I do know how to control my transformed state. I am not like Kakarotto or his brat."
"See?" Buruma said smugly.
"Fine," Piccolo grunted. It didn't matter to him. Transformed or not, Vejiita was Vejiita.
"Back to Dr. Gero's lab," Buruma began. "It's located in the mountains southwest of South City. You are able to see Angel Lake from it. We have nothing else to go on."
"How about we all just fly there and look?" Gohan asked.
"Sounds good to me," Vejiita put in.
"Search and destroy, huh? Fun," Tenshinhan said with a smile.
"I'm in," Kuririn replied.
"Fine," Yamucha said sulking.
"Why not?" Piccolo put in.
"Okay, let's go," Buruma said excitedly.
"You aren't going, Onna," Vejiita said suddenly.
"What?! What do you mean, I'm not going?" she asked shocked.
"You nearly got yourself killed last time. This time, you are staying here," he said stubbornly.
"But-"
::Stay here, Onna,:: Vejiita ordered in her mind.
::No.::
::End of discussion, idiot. You are staying.::
::I don't want you to get hurt,:: she said sadly in his mind.
::I'll come back,:: he said. ::I am a Saiyajin. I will win.::
"Promise me," she said aloud. At his scowl, she amended herself. "Promise me you will win."
Looking around the room at their shocked audience he glared at every one of them before turning back towards his mate.
"I promise," he said gruffly. ::Damn Onna.::
~~~
She looked after the departing warriors, tears in her eyes. Buruma sighed and turned away. ::You get hurt, stupid, :: she began waspishly. ::You won't see the gravity room for years!::
She felt him snort in her mind.
Tears fell as she had to admit, he might never come home. Realizing she wasn't alone, Buruma looked up into the teary-eyed Chichi. Startled, Buruma's eyes widened.
"What is it, Chichi?" she asked her best friend's wife.
"I'm just worried about my Goku and you are worried about Vejiita. I just thought, maybe you and I should have tea and worry about our Saiyajin men together..." she said softly.
Buruma had never been very close to her, yet she felt a connection with her right then. A connection because of their men, but a connection nonetheless. "Sure, Chichi, I would like that," Buruma replied with a smile.
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AN: ^_^
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