Jakuten
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By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Eight: Completing the Bond
Rating: R
"You are supposed to be dead," Vejiita stated calmly.
"I was," the spiky-haired Saiyajin said with a smirk. He wore the tradition Saiyajin armor, complete with a furry belt around the waist, also known as a tail, with black spandex underneath. His hair was adorned with a red bandana. A large scar decorated his face, along with the piece of technology known as a scouter over one eye.
"How are you alive then?"
Bardock's smirk faded into a surprisingly Vejiita-like scowl. "I don't know."
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know!" he spat angrily. "I was in Hell and suddenly I was here!"
"Hn," Vejiita grunted. "How long have you been here? I should have picked up your ki."
"Without a scouter?" Bardock asked with a laugh.
"Damn, I forgot," he mumbled irritably before he smiled smugly. "You can't sense ki."
"Sense it?"
"Yes."
"Right, Your Highness," Bardock sneered. He suddenly looked to the exotic blue-haired woman clinging to the Saiyajin no Ouji. "Who is the human?"
Vejiita motioned for her to step beside him. "No one of importance, Bardock. How long have you been here?"
Buruma moved beside Vejiita, watching Bardock eye her every movement. His eyes made her nervous. He looked so much like Son-kun that she felt that familiar sting of tears just watching him. His eyes, however, were nothing like her beloved friend's. They were harder. Colder. She shuddered beneath his stare.
"A few hours, Vejiita no Ouji."
"I see," Vejiita commented dryly. He didn't like the way the third-class Saiyajin eyed his mate. He liked it even less that he hadn't feel his ki until he was nearly on top of him. It wasn't that low!
Buruma stayed as close to Vejiita as possible. The Saiyajin made her nervous. She absently brushed her hair away from her face. Her brow furrowed as she saw the Son-kun-like man's eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"You marked her!" Bardock accused, nodding toward Buruma. She quickly put her hand to her neck, feeling the bite mark Vejiita had left.
Vejiita's expression didn't change. "Yes," he stated gruffly.
"You took an alien mate?" he questioned disgusted. That his Prince lowered himself to take such a pathetic weakling for a mate was something he found repulsive. The idea of the Prince taking any mate was shocking in itself. Saiyajin did not like taking permanent mates! It was a weakness. That was why he killed his own mate. To save her from the torture the royal family would give to her when find out they had become mates. Now the Prince took a mate and not just any mate, a pathetic alien as a mate. A weakling!
Vejiita shrugged. "Your point?"
"Why? You're taking a permanent mate? A pathetic female from a weakling race? It is not right! It isn't permitted! Permanent mating is a weakness! She is weak! She isn't even Saiyajin! Why?"
"I doubt it is any of your business, Bardock. I am your Prince, you have no right to question my decisions."
"It is my business! You'll pollute the Saiyajin race! With *alien* blood!" he spat angrily.
"What Saiyajin race, Bardock? They all died! I was the last Saiyajin alive until *you* showed up! I can't mate with myself! We are a dead race. What does it matter if I take a mate? Or what race she is from? Our people are dead. Our blood will die out in just a few short generations. So I suggest you mind your own business."
Bardock looked at his Prince. Buruma noticed the sadness in his black eyes, after becoming accustomed to Vejiita's masks, this man's were easy to see through. "My sons?" Bardock asked softly.
Vejiita scowled. "Radditzu died a few years back, here on Earth."
"How?"
"He came here for Kakarotto. Took his brother's brat as a hostage and was killed by a Namek."
"What of Kakarotto?"
"Dead. This afternoon."
Bardock snapped his head up. "Died today?" Bardock was silent a few moments to let the information sink in. "Was he a warrior?"
"Yes, he was a warrior," Vejiita stated gruffly. He nodded his head towards Buruma. "She can tell you more about your brat than I. I was only there to witness his death."
"How?"
"A being called Cell. He was trying to destroy this world. Kakarotto sacrificed himself to save his friends and his brat. Too bad it didn't work."
"Save his 'friends'?" he repeated dumbly. "Did you kill this Cell?" Buruma could tell he really didn't care about how Cell died, only that his son was dead. Maybe all Saiyajin were not the same.
"No," Vejiita growled. "Kakarotto's half-breed brat did."
Bardock looked at Vejiita sharply. "This half-breed destroyed what my son could not?"
Vejiita's growl increased. "He destroyed what even I could not," he barked angrily.
Bardock blinked. "My son's offspring is stronger than you?"
"You son was stronger than I. Enough, I have no wish to discuss this further. You want to know more, ask my mate," Vejiita snapped. "Onna, let's find that harpy now."
"Yes, Vejiita," she softly agreed, starting forward with her mate.
"Who?"
Vejiita glanced over at Bardock. "You're son's mate, Bardock." Vejiita moved to pass Bardock, but felt a small hand on his arm. He looked down at his mate. "Onna?"
"Bardock, I don't believe you have a place to stay. You are welcome to stay at my home. We have plenty of room," Buruma offered kindly.
::Onna, what are you doing?::
::He needs somewhere to stay!::
::So?::
::He is a Saiyajin, Jiita. One of your race.::
::Fine, Onna, do what you will,:: Vejiita gave in. "Fine. Let's go." Vejiita walked passed Bardock, pushing past the foliage. He felt his mate right behind him and the abnormally strong lower class Saiyajin fell behind her. It bothered him that this supposedly dead Saiyajin just appeared on this planet for no apparent reason. It was practically impossible. Vejiita had seen a lot of weird shit in his life. This one 'takes the cake' as the humans put it. A long dead Saiyajin warrior on a planet he had never visited in his previous life. And it just so happened to coincide with the exact day his son died. Vejiita scowled. This was too weird and too impossible. It couldn't happen!
"Jiita?" his mate asked quietly, causing Bardock to gasp in surprise at the informality.
"Stupid onna! You should show the Prince more respect," he began angrily before Vejiita cut him off.
"Bardock, don't. She will call me what she wants," he stated to his fellow Saiyajin's surprise.
"What happened to you? On Vejiita-sei, you would have never stood for such disrespect, Your Highness."
"As you may have noticed, we aren't on Vejiita-sei. It was destroyed, idiot. The Onna is not being disrespectful."
Bardock gaped at his Prince's back. "That was not disrespectful?"
"You moron. She's being 'affectionate'," Vejiita stated somewhat stiffly. How dense could he be? He hated explaining things to idiots, especially when it had to do with his mate.
"Affectionate?" Bardock asked confused.
"Yes, affectionate. Now shut up." Vejiita paused before stepping out onto the lakeshore. He glanced around, scowling. "Stupid mate of Kakarotto," he mumbled before moving towards the right. "Onna, what did you want?"
"Can you feel her?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah, she's just over there, behind the rock. I suggest you be the one to approach her."
"Alright, Jiita," Buruma said before walking over to the rock and disappearing behind it.
"My Prince? What happened to Furiza?"
Vejiita's scowl deepened. "Dead."
"You?"
"No. Kakarotto."
Bardock glanced at Vejiita sharply. "My son?"
Vejiita crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the rock that hid his mate. "Yes."
"My son is the one who defeated Furiza. But his strength was measured as a baby!"
Vejiita snorted. "So?"
Bardock thought that over a few moments. "Your Highness, thank you."
Vejiita glanced at Bardock. He grunted in acknowledgment before turning back to wait for his mate.
~~~
"Chichi?" Buruma looked down at the younger woman. Her black tresses were in disarray, her clothing torn and shredded in places. She noticed the gashes on her friend's bare legs. "Chichi?" she called again softly. Son-kun's wife didn't respond. She stared ahead, unblinking. Buruma kneeled down beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. Chichi didn't respond.
Buruma's brow furrowed in concern. She softly shook the woman. Not even a blink of an eye. Buruma sighed sadly and wrapped her arms around the dark-haired woman. "Chichi, I'm so sorry," she whispered softly rocking. "I'm sorry about Son-kun. I'm so sorry," she choked out, her eyes filling with tears. Her friend was so devastated. And she could do nothing. Nothing! Her best friend was gone, and his wife unable to take care of their son. "Chichi, let's go pick up Gohan-chan. You two can stay with me for a while."
Buruma gently tried to pull Chichi to her feet with her. Chichi's limp body wouldn't move and Buruma soon realized the only way to move her would be to carry her. Buruma settled back down, arms still around the younger woman. She moved her hand to brush some of her hair out of her expressionless face, noticing the tear stained cheeks. Sighing, Buruma hugged her friend to her once more. "Chichi, I know you hurt. I know. I'm sorry," Buruma whispered soothingly. "I'll watch Gohan for you, Chichi. You two can stay at Capsule Corporation for a while, I'll look after you and Gohan-chan. It'll be okay, Chichi. It'll be better, I promise."
Buruma swallowed the lump in her throat as she continued to speak to her friend. "Chichi, I miss him too. He was my best friend. I miss him too. We all miss him; you aren't alone, Chi. You aren't alone. You know what he'd say if he saw us like this? He'd tell us to stop grieving for him. He'd tell us to be happy. He'd grin that grin that only Son-kun can do and tell us not to worry and that he's okay. He'd tell us to smile and that he loves us all. Please, Chichi, can you hear me? It would break Son-kun's heart to see you like this. Please, Chi." Buruma hugged her friend tighter. "Please, don't you leave me too. You have to stay strong, Chichi. For Gohan-chan. For your son. Please, Chichi," she whispered almost silently, her own tears streaming down her face. She didn't know Chichi would take his death so hard.
::Jiita?:: she silently called, wiping her wet cheeks with her hands.
::What?::
::I need help. She's comatose, Jiita. She's not responding. I can't carry her.::
She could feel his irritation but knew he would help. She continued to rock her friend slowly, humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was young. Buruma figured it couldn't hurt. If Chichi heard it, she might feel soothed by it. And if not, it didn't matter.
"Onna, move," Vejiita ordered gruffly. Buruma stood slowly and turned to face her mate. He was looking at Chichi almost disgustedly. He obviously was not looking forward to carrying her. He stood there silently for a few moments before he smirked evilly. He nodded towards Bardock, indicating he should come forward.
Bardock reached the couple and looked at his daughter-in-law for the first time. He felt a small pang in his chest for the frail woman who had mated his son. He looked away from her expressionless face and cocked his head curiously at the Saiyajin no Ouji.
"Carry her."
"What?" Bardock asked shocked.
"She is Kakarotto's mate. She's can't move on her own. Carry her."
"What's wrong with your arms?" Bardock asked confused.
"You've been dead too long, Bardock. I am your Prince. You know better than to treat me that way. You carry your brat's mate, I'll carry my mate."
Bardock's eyes widened in understanding. 'So, His Highness didn't want me touching his mate, eh?' Grunting, Bardock leaned down and picked up the woman. "Where?"
Vejiita rolled his eyes and gently picked up Buruma. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her to his hard chest. "Follow me," Vejiita said before he flew off.
Bardock snorted. "Always a Prince," he muttered before following after.
~~~
"Onna?"
Buruma snapped out of her reverie at the sound of his voice. "Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay, Onna." Vejiita repeated gruffly.
She nodded. "Jiita? Why don't you call me by my name?"
"You ask too many questions, Onna."
"I know. I just wanted to know why even now you refuse to call me by name. You even call Son-kun by his Saiyajin name! I just want to know why you won't call me 'Buruma'."
He grunted. "Stubborn, Onna. At first it was because I called you 'Onna' to piss you off."
"Why?"
"It was amusing."
"Just amusing?"
He snorted.
"Why don't you call me my name now?"
"It's complicated."
She snapped her head up to look at him. "What?"
"I called you by name once, Onna. In your mind. That's all. If I were to say it out loud, I'm sure it would come out wrong."
"Huh?"
"It would come out of my mouth soft. Understand?"
"No," she said.
If his hands hadn't been full, he would have thrown them up in frustration. "Never mind, Onna. We're here," he stated before loosing altitude and landing softly in front of the Son home. He felt Bardock land shortly after he did and moved towards the lit house. "Knock, Onna."
"Don't order me around, Jiita!" she snapped.
"Onna, just do it!"
"Why don't you? You have two perfectly good hands. *You* knock!"
He growled. "Onna, I'm warning you," he began.
"You'll do what, idiot?" She laughed musically. "You won't do a damn thing and you know it!"
"Listen, weakling," Bardock interrupted. "That is the Prince you're yelling at!"
"Bardock!" Vejiita snapped. "Didn't I warn you once?"
"Your Highness, no weakling human onna can speak to you that way!"
"Listen Bardock, I can speak to him any way I want to!" Buruma said angrily.
Bardock glared at her. "You little blue-haired freak!"
Vejiita growled. 'She is not a freak!'
"Freak?! Freak? I am NOT a freak, you Neanderthal! Saiyajin have monkey brains as well as monkey tails, I see."
Bardock fumed. He glared at the little human gathering his ki, forgetting the woman in his arms.
"Bardock, enough," Vejiita growled in warning.
"No, she does not respect the Saiyajin or you!"
Vejiita moved in front of his mate. "You want to assault your Prince?"
Bardock hissed. "Move, Vejiita no Ouji."
"She is my mate. It will be good to remember that."
"I don't care if she's your fucking whore, Sire!" Bardock spat hatefully. All those years in Hell, the stress of finding himself on Earth, his son's death, everything at once caused Bardock to want to kill. Kill anything! In addition, that little bitch was just perfect.
"Bardock," Vejiita said softly, clearly angry. He stood in front of his mate, his fists clenched. "Do not force me to send you back to Hell."
Bardock glanced up at his prince. "You would choose a human weakling over one of your own kind?"
"She is my mate," he stated.
"I don't care! She isn't one of us!"
"She will be the Princess, Bardock. Back off."
His eyes widened. "Princess? You'll perform the ceremony? Make her fucking royalty!?"
Vejiita snorted. "Of course, idiot! She's my mate," he repeated as if it explained everything.
Bardock lowered his eyes. "I would rather die than see *her* Princess. And she will *never* be Queen."
"No, she won't. Because I will never be King." Vejiita glanced behind him to see a still angry Buruma glaring at him. "Knock, Onna."
She humphed and turned around and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, little Gohan appeared in the opened doorway. "Did you find her, Buruma-san?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes, Gohan-chan. We need to go to Capsule Corporation. You're mother isn't doing so well. You two might have to stay with me a little while, Gohan. Pack a few things, okay? Including school work, your mother would throw a fit if you didn't."
"Right!" Gohan agreed and rushed into the house, leaving the two Saiyajin and Buruma to enter the house unattended.
"This is my son's home?"
"Hn," Vejiita grunted. He moved over to the wall, leaning a shoulder against it and crossed his arms. He watched his mate cross the room to look at those picture frames where humans put images of people they care about. He snorted to himself as he watched her brush her fingers across the frame wistfully. He wouldn't be caught dead on one of those picture things. He turned his eyes from his mate to watch Bardock look around the room in disgust. "Problem, soldier?"
Bardock turned to glare at his Prince. "How could my brat live like this? It's too comfortable! How did he expect to get strong with so much... comfort? And with *her*?" he asked indicating the burden in his arms.
Vejiita shrugged. He decided to not comment on that and looked towards the stairs. He felt the half-breed's ki moving towards it and watched as the small warrior walked slowly down the stairs with a dark navy backpack in his hands.
Gohan stopped, his mouth dropping open as he looked at the Saiyajin warrior who carried his mother. Vejiita smirked. "Brat, this is Bardock. Your grandfather."
Gohan looked at Vejiita in shock. He noticed the boy's eyes cloud with tears and rolled his eyes. "How? I thought all the Saiyajin were dead? What happened to Mom?"
Vejiita shrugged. He felt his mate step beside him silently. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, noting her pale face and moist eyes. ::Onna, stop your crying!::
"Sorry," she mumbled so softly only a Saiyajin could hear. She walked up to Gohan "You're mother isn't handling your father's decision very well, Gohan-chan."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's weak," Bardock spat and turned towards the door. "Can we go now?"
Gohan looked up in shock at the rude Saiyajin that held his mother. He frowned at the warrior's back angrily. "My mother is not weak! If you don't mind, I would rather carry her."
Bardock turned to glare at the pint-sized Saiyajin brat. "Fine, brat." He gave over his burden, none too gently, to the boy. He quickly walked out the door.
"Bastard," Gohan spat.
"Son Gohan! You're mother would kill you if she heard that," Buruma snapped at the boy.
"Yes, Buruma-san," he said not in the least bit apologetic.
"Gohan," she began warningly before cutting off to glare at Vejiita who started laughing. "Yes, Jiita? What do you find so humorous?"
"You," he said with his usual smirk before laughing again.
She stalked up to him and grabbed him by his shirt. She would have yanked him towards her if she felt he'd let her. Why the hell did she have to mate with a man as strong as he is? "I suggest you shut up, idiot!"
He arched an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
"I can make life very difficult for you, Jiita," she replied sweetly.
He snorted. "Hn, sure."
"Don't believe me? Where were you planning to sleep now that we are mates? In my room? In yours? Where?"
"I hadn't thought about it," he replied smugly. "I felt that Cell was a little more important than where we would sleep now, Onna."
"If you don't knock it off, *you* will be sleeping alone for a *very* long time," she hissed.
He snorted. His tail wrapped around her waist and yanked her towards him. "I doubt you have the will power to resist me, Onna. I suggest you don't even try."
"We'll see, Your Highness," she spat angrily. Her damn body was betraying her already. His proximately was making her lightheaded and her knees wobbled. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she was beginning to lose all coherent thoughts. Their faces only inches apart, she stared into his eyes. When he winked at her, she nearly lost it. Whoever knew a wink could be so sexy?
"Uh, guys?" Gohan asked nervously. The sight of his former enemy and Buruma-san so close was a little unnerving.
"Shut up, brat," Vejiita snapped. "Onna, let's go." He swiftly picked her up and swung her over his shoulder, wincing as she shrieked. "Onna, knock it off!" He laughed as she slapped his back with her tiny fists. "You'll only hurt yourself, idiot. Sit still."
"You jackass!" she screamed, banging her fists against his back repetitively.
"Onna!" he spat angrily. "Knock it off!"
"Then put me down, idiot!"
Vejiita snorted and walked out of the house. With a flare of his ki, he flew into the air towards his mate's home. Bardock, having waited outside, blasted off as soon as the Prince did. Gohan followed after, his mother carefully held in his strong arms. He didn't know if it was a good idea staying with Vejiita and Buruma. She might make him angry enough to destroy them all, he was sure. Now that his dad was gone, who was going to protect them?
Gohan sniffled as tears threatened once again. He looked down at his mother who lay within his arms staring into nothing. "Mama," he whispered sadly. He just lost his father. He didn't want to see his mother die, too. He cradled his mother closer, tears streaming down his face. "Mama."
~~~
Buruma wrapped the large blue towel around her frame as she stepped out of the shower. She padded into her large bedroom softly, heading towards the closet. Hearing the door open, she snapped around.
"Jiita! You scared the hell out of me!"
He smirked as he walked silently over to the barely-covered woman. She eyed him warily as he approached.
"What are you doing?"
"Can't a Saiyajin talk to his mate?"
"You weren't talking," she began as she backed towards the wall.
"Did you speak with the boy?"
Blinking, she nodded. "Yes, he'll be returning to the future tomorrow morning."
"Hn," he grunted as he neared her. He smirked as he picked up the faint smell of lavender and lilacs. That someone so feisty could smell so soothing amazed him repeatedly. He stopped inches from her weaker body. "Nervous, Onna?"
She glared at the Saiyajin. "Of course not!" she snapped.
He reached a gloved hand up and softly ran a finger over her flawless cheek. He felt her shiver under his caress and smirked again. He gently withdrew his hand from her and slowly removed his gloves before taking her face in his hands.
She gasped at the contact. She smiled softly, nuzzling his hand. He stared at her silently with his intense eyes. He caressed her cheek softly with his thumbs as he leaned down to place a feather light kiss on her lips. He pulled her to him as she leaned into the kiss, nearly crushing her with the force of his embrace. His kiss grew desperate as Buruma tried to keep up with him. He was surprisingly gentle in his assault, yet she could feel his hunger, his need for her right now.
She surrendered herself to her Prince and opened herself to him. He moved his mouth down her jaw, on her neck, the base of her throat, and to the mark he gave her. She felt his teeth nip across it lightly and tensed up waiting for the bite that was to come.
She opened her eyes when no pain presented itself, looking into Vejiita's dark eyes. "Huh?"
::Don't be afraid,:: he whispered into her mind with a softness he would never voice aloud. He leaned down and swiftly bit into her neck, marking her again. She cried out in pain before her senses were drowned in feelings of pleasure, need, desire, tenderness, confusion, pain, longing, loneliness, fear. Emotions swirled within her. His emotions mingled within hers, complimenting, and fighting them. She felt suffocated within them until a voice calmed her. "Buruma," he whispered, his voice caressing her name with such feeling, it brought tears to her eyes.
She attempted to ask a question but it stuck in her throat. She was too overwhelmed. Vejiita knew what she was asking and answered her. ::I'm completing the bond, Onna. Hush, jakuten. Relax, it won't hurt you.:: He gently sucked at her wound, lapping at her blood tenderly.
The door swung open causing Vejiita to pause. He didn't move. "I suggest you leave now," Vejiita growled out.
"Vejiita-san?" Gohan asked confused. He looked at Buruma's face to see her looking at him, her face pale.
"Leave, brat," Vejiita growled again, his tail swinging rapidly in his anger.
"Vejiita, I think you should stop, Buruma isn't looking so well," Gohan said concerned. He didn't understand what they were doing. He knew about sex and he knew this wasn't sex. He felt Vejiita's ki rise.
"Brat," Vejiita snarled and turned around, gathering a ball of ki, his mouth stained red from her blood. He kept his body in front of his mates, protecting her naked body from the boy's eyes.
Gohan gasped as he saw Vejiita's mouth and glanced to Buruma, making out the bite mark on her neck still bleeding. "What did you do to Buruma-san!?" Gohan demanded loudly.
Bardock came rushing into the room, having been placed next door at his insistence, his own ki flaring. He glanced at the situation quickly and threw his Prince a look of disgust before powering down. "Vejiita no Ouji, I know you've mated the weakling but do you have to complete it? It goes against everything we believe in," he grumbled to himself before yanking Gohan up by the back of his collar. "Brat, I suggest you never interrupt a mating ritual again. Not if you value your life."
"A what?"
"Mating ritual. I'll explain outside. Let's get out of here before the Prince kills us." Bardock pulled Gohan out the door and slammed it shut.
"He's hurt Buruma-san! I won't leave her with that monster!" Gohan proclaimed bravely.
"Kid, she's in no danger," Bardock snapped. "Let me spell this out for you. Vejiita is claiming his mate! Our race is very territorial and you are lucky you survived the interruption! He is not quite... himself now."
"Claiming his mate?"
"He's marked her by that bite. Also from the look of it he's bonded her and they are completing the bond."
"Bond?"
Bardock growled. "Listen. He and that *human* are mates. He somehow bonded her, which shouldn't be possible but we won't go into that, and he's completing the bond! Making it stronger. It's an ancient Saiyajin ritual that was long since abandoned by our people. After this, that human will be the Prince's life-mate and the Princess. He's lost in his instincts, boy. He's not quite rational. He's mating with her, or will be soon, and an interruption of 'mating' is a death wish. Interrupting a bonding ritual is even worse. He will kill any one who interrupts because he will see it as someone threatening his mate. Or someone threatening to take his mate from him. He also wants his mate now and any one keeping him from that will suffer. That part of it is hormonal. Understand?"
~~~
AN: O_O Don't know, don't ask. *Sigh* I write funny, I know. Bardock might be a little OOC in these chapters as I wrote them BEFORE I watched the Bardock Special. ^_^
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Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. No money! Won't get anything anyway!
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Eight: Completing the Bond
Rating: R
"You are supposed to be dead," Vejiita stated calmly.
"I was," the spiky-haired Saiyajin said with a smirk. He wore the tradition Saiyajin armor, complete with a furry belt around the waist, also known as a tail, with black spandex underneath. His hair was adorned with a red bandana. A large scar decorated his face, along with the piece of technology known as a scouter over one eye.
"How are you alive then?"
Bardock's smirk faded into a surprisingly Vejiita-like scowl. "I don't know."
"Why are you here?"
"I don't know!" he spat angrily. "I was in Hell and suddenly I was here!"
"Hn," Vejiita grunted. "How long have you been here? I should have picked up your ki."
"Without a scouter?" Bardock asked with a laugh.
"Damn, I forgot," he mumbled irritably before he smiled smugly. "You can't sense ki."
"Sense it?"
"Yes."
"Right, Your Highness," Bardock sneered. He suddenly looked to the exotic blue-haired woman clinging to the Saiyajin no Ouji. "Who is the human?"
Vejiita motioned for her to step beside him. "No one of importance, Bardock. How long have you been here?"
Buruma moved beside Vejiita, watching Bardock eye her every movement. His eyes made her nervous. He looked so much like Son-kun that she felt that familiar sting of tears just watching him. His eyes, however, were nothing like her beloved friend's. They were harder. Colder. She shuddered beneath his stare.
"A few hours, Vejiita no Ouji."
"I see," Vejiita commented dryly. He didn't like the way the third-class Saiyajin eyed his mate. He liked it even less that he hadn't feel his ki until he was nearly on top of him. It wasn't that low!
Buruma stayed as close to Vejiita as possible. The Saiyajin made her nervous. She absently brushed her hair away from her face. Her brow furrowed as she saw the Son-kun-like man's eyes widen slightly in surprise.
"You marked her!" Bardock accused, nodding toward Buruma. She quickly put her hand to her neck, feeling the bite mark Vejiita had left.
Vejiita's expression didn't change. "Yes," he stated gruffly.
"You took an alien mate?" he questioned disgusted. That his Prince lowered himself to take such a pathetic weakling for a mate was something he found repulsive. The idea of the Prince taking any mate was shocking in itself. Saiyajin did not like taking permanent mates! It was a weakness. That was why he killed his own mate. To save her from the torture the royal family would give to her when find out they had become mates. Now the Prince took a mate and not just any mate, a pathetic alien as a mate. A weakling!
Vejiita shrugged. "Your point?"
"Why? You're taking a permanent mate? A pathetic female from a weakling race? It is not right! It isn't permitted! Permanent mating is a weakness! She is weak! She isn't even Saiyajin! Why?"
"I doubt it is any of your business, Bardock. I am your Prince, you have no right to question my decisions."
"It is my business! You'll pollute the Saiyajin race! With *alien* blood!" he spat angrily.
"What Saiyajin race, Bardock? They all died! I was the last Saiyajin alive until *you* showed up! I can't mate with myself! We are a dead race. What does it matter if I take a mate? Or what race she is from? Our people are dead. Our blood will die out in just a few short generations. So I suggest you mind your own business."
Bardock looked at his Prince. Buruma noticed the sadness in his black eyes, after becoming accustomed to Vejiita's masks, this man's were easy to see through. "My sons?" Bardock asked softly.
Vejiita scowled. "Radditzu died a few years back, here on Earth."
"How?"
"He came here for Kakarotto. Took his brother's brat as a hostage and was killed by a Namek."
"What of Kakarotto?"
"Dead. This afternoon."
Bardock snapped his head up. "Died today?" Bardock was silent a few moments to let the information sink in. "Was he a warrior?"
"Yes, he was a warrior," Vejiita stated gruffly. He nodded his head towards Buruma. "She can tell you more about your brat than I. I was only there to witness his death."
"How?"
"A being called Cell. He was trying to destroy this world. Kakarotto sacrificed himself to save his friends and his brat. Too bad it didn't work."
"Save his 'friends'?" he repeated dumbly. "Did you kill this Cell?" Buruma could tell he really didn't care about how Cell died, only that his son was dead. Maybe all Saiyajin were not the same.
"No," Vejiita growled. "Kakarotto's half-breed brat did."
Bardock looked at Vejiita sharply. "This half-breed destroyed what my son could not?"
Vejiita's growl increased. "He destroyed what even I could not," he barked angrily.
Bardock blinked. "My son's offspring is stronger than you?"
"You son was stronger than I. Enough, I have no wish to discuss this further. You want to know more, ask my mate," Vejiita snapped. "Onna, let's find that harpy now."
"Yes, Vejiita," she softly agreed, starting forward with her mate.
"Who?"
Vejiita glanced over at Bardock. "You're son's mate, Bardock." Vejiita moved to pass Bardock, but felt a small hand on his arm. He looked down at his mate. "Onna?"
"Bardock, I don't believe you have a place to stay. You are welcome to stay at my home. We have plenty of room," Buruma offered kindly.
::Onna, what are you doing?::
::He needs somewhere to stay!::
::So?::
::He is a Saiyajin, Jiita. One of your race.::
::Fine, Onna, do what you will,:: Vejiita gave in. "Fine. Let's go." Vejiita walked passed Bardock, pushing past the foliage. He felt his mate right behind him and the abnormally strong lower class Saiyajin fell behind her. It bothered him that this supposedly dead Saiyajin just appeared on this planet for no apparent reason. It was practically impossible. Vejiita had seen a lot of weird shit in his life. This one 'takes the cake' as the humans put it. A long dead Saiyajin warrior on a planet he had never visited in his previous life. And it just so happened to coincide with the exact day his son died. Vejiita scowled. This was too weird and too impossible. It couldn't happen!
"Jiita?" his mate asked quietly, causing Bardock to gasp in surprise at the informality.
"Stupid onna! You should show the Prince more respect," he began angrily before Vejiita cut him off.
"Bardock, don't. She will call me what she wants," he stated to his fellow Saiyajin's surprise.
"What happened to you? On Vejiita-sei, you would have never stood for such disrespect, Your Highness."
"As you may have noticed, we aren't on Vejiita-sei. It was destroyed, idiot. The Onna is not being disrespectful."
Bardock gaped at his Prince's back. "That was not disrespectful?"
"You moron. She's being 'affectionate'," Vejiita stated somewhat stiffly. How dense could he be? He hated explaining things to idiots, especially when it had to do with his mate.
"Affectionate?" Bardock asked confused.
"Yes, affectionate. Now shut up." Vejiita paused before stepping out onto the lakeshore. He glanced around, scowling. "Stupid mate of Kakarotto," he mumbled before moving towards the right. "Onna, what did you want?"
"Can you feel her?" she asked concerned.
"Yeah, she's just over there, behind the rock. I suggest you be the one to approach her."
"Alright, Jiita," Buruma said before walking over to the rock and disappearing behind it.
"My Prince? What happened to Furiza?"
Vejiita's scowl deepened. "Dead."
"You?"
"No. Kakarotto."
Bardock glanced at Vejiita sharply. "My son?"
Vejiita crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the rock that hid his mate. "Yes."
"My son is the one who defeated Furiza. But his strength was measured as a baby!"
Vejiita snorted. "So?"
Bardock thought that over a few moments. "Your Highness, thank you."
Vejiita glanced at Bardock. He grunted in acknowledgment before turning back to wait for his mate.
~~~
"Chichi?" Buruma looked down at the younger woman. Her black tresses were in disarray, her clothing torn and shredded in places. She noticed the gashes on her friend's bare legs. "Chichi?" she called again softly. Son-kun's wife didn't respond. She stared ahead, unblinking. Buruma kneeled down beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. Chichi didn't respond.
Buruma's brow furrowed in concern. She softly shook the woman. Not even a blink of an eye. Buruma sighed sadly and wrapped her arms around the dark-haired woman. "Chichi, I'm so sorry," she whispered softly rocking. "I'm sorry about Son-kun. I'm so sorry," she choked out, her eyes filling with tears. Her friend was so devastated. And she could do nothing. Nothing! Her best friend was gone, and his wife unable to take care of their son. "Chichi, let's go pick up Gohan-chan. You two can stay with me for a while."
Buruma gently tried to pull Chichi to her feet with her. Chichi's limp body wouldn't move and Buruma soon realized the only way to move her would be to carry her. Buruma settled back down, arms still around the younger woman. She moved her hand to brush some of her hair out of her expressionless face, noticing the tear stained cheeks. Sighing, Buruma hugged her friend to her once more. "Chichi, I know you hurt. I know. I'm sorry," Buruma whispered soothingly. "I'll watch Gohan for you, Chichi. You two can stay at Capsule Corporation for a while, I'll look after you and Gohan-chan. It'll be okay, Chichi. It'll be better, I promise."
Buruma swallowed the lump in her throat as she continued to speak to her friend. "Chichi, I miss him too. He was my best friend. I miss him too. We all miss him; you aren't alone, Chi. You aren't alone. You know what he'd say if he saw us like this? He'd tell us to stop grieving for him. He'd tell us to be happy. He'd grin that grin that only Son-kun can do and tell us not to worry and that he's okay. He'd tell us to smile and that he loves us all. Please, Chichi, can you hear me? It would break Son-kun's heart to see you like this. Please, Chi." Buruma hugged her friend tighter. "Please, don't you leave me too. You have to stay strong, Chichi. For Gohan-chan. For your son. Please, Chichi," she whispered almost silently, her own tears streaming down her face. She didn't know Chichi would take his death so hard.
::Jiita?:: she silently called, wiping her wet cheeks with her hands.
::What?::
::I need help. She's comatose, Jiita. She's not responding. I can't carry her.::
She could feel his irritation but knew he would help. She continued to rock her friend slowly, humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was young. Buruma figured it couldn't hurt. If Chichi heard it, she might feel soothed by it. And if not, it didn't matter.
"Onna, move," Vejiita ordered gruffly. Buruma stood slowly and turned to face her mate. He was looking at Chichi almost disgustedly. He obviously was not looking forward to carrying her. He stood there silently for a few moments before he smirked evilly. He nodded towards Bardock, indicating he should come forward.
Bardock reached the couple and looked at his daughter-in-law for the first time. He felt a small pang in his chest for the frail woman who had mated his son. He looked away from her expressionless face and cocked his head curiously at the Saiyajin no Ouji.
"Carry her."
"What?" Bardock asked shocked.
"She is Kakarotto's mate. She's can't move on her own. Carry her."
"What's wrong with your arms?" Bardock asked confused.
"You've been dead too long, Bardock. I am your Prince. You know better than to treat me that way. You carry your brat's mate, I'll carry my mate."
Bardock's eyes widened in understanding. 'So, His Highness didn't want me touching his mate, eh?' Grunting, Bardock leaned down and picked up the woman. "Where?"
Vejiita rolled his eyes and gently picked up Buruma. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he held her to his hard chest. "Follow me," Vejiita said before he flew off.
Bardock snorted. "Always a Prince," he muttered before following after.
~~~
"Onna?"
Buruma snapped out of her reverie at the sound of his voice. "Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay, Onna." Vejiita repeated gruffly.
She nodded. "Jiita? Why don't you call me by my name?"
"You ask too many questions, Onna."
"I know. I just wanted to know why even now you refuse to call me by name. You even call Son-kun by his Saiyajin name! I just want to know why you won't call me 'Buruma'."
He grunted. "Stubborn, Onna. At first it was because I called you 'Onna' to piss you off."
"Why?"
"It was amusing."
"Just amusing?"
He snorted.
"Why don't you call me my name now?"
"It's complicated."
She snapped her head up to look at him. "What?"
"I called you by name once, Onna. In your mind. That's all. If I were to say it out loud, I'm sure it would come out wrong."
"Huh?"
"It would come out of my mouth soft. Understand?"
"No," she said.
If his hands hadn't been full, he would have thrown them up in frustration. "Never mind, Onna. We're here," he stated before loosing altitude and landing softly in front of the Son home. He felt Bardock land shortly after he did and moved towards the lit house. "Knock, Onna."
"Don't order me around, Jiita!" she snapped.
"Onna, just do it!"
"Why don't you? You have two perfectly good hands. *You* knock!"
He growled. "Onna, I'm warning you," he began.
"You'll do what, idiot?" She laughed musically. "You won't do a damn thing and you know it!"
"Listen, weakling," Bardock interrupted. "That is the Prince you're yelling at!"
"Bardock!" Vejiita snapped. "Didn't I warn you once?"
"Your Highness, no weakling human onna can speak to you that way!"
"Listen Bardock, I can speak to him any way I want to!" Buruma said angrily.
Bardock glared at her. "You little blue-haired freak!"
Vejiita growled. 'She is not a freak!'
"Freak?! Freak? I am NOT a freak, you Neanderthal! Saiyajin have monkey brains as well as monkey tails, I see."
Bardock fumed. He glared at the little human gathering his ki, forgetting the woman in his arms.
"Bardock, enough," Vejiita growled in warning.
"No, she does not respect the Saiyajin or you!"
Vejiita moved in front of his mate. "You want to assault your Prince?"
Bardock hissed. "Move, Vejiita no Ouji."
"She is my mate. It will be good to remember that."
"I don't care if she's your fucking whore, Sire!" Bardock spat hatefully. All those years in Hell, the stress of finding himself on Earth, his son's death, everything at once caused Bardock to want to kill. Kill anything! In addition, that little bitch was just perfect.
"Bardock," Vejiita said softly, clearly angry. He stood in front of his mate, his fists clenched. "Do not force me to send you back to Hell."
Bardock glanced up at his prince. "You would choose a human weakling over one of your own kind?"
"She is my mate," he stated.
"I don't care! She isn't one of us!"
"She will be the Princess, Bardock. Back off."
His eyes widened. "Princess? You'll perform the ceremony? Make her fucking royalty!?"
Vejiita snorted. "Of course, idiot! She's my mate," he repeated as if it explained everything.
Bardock lowered his eyes. "I would rather die than see *her* Princess. And she will *never* be Queen."
"No, she won't. Because I will never be King." Vejiita glanced behind him to see a still angry Buruma glaring at him. "Knock, Onna."
She humphed and turned around and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, little Gohan appeared in the opened doorway. "Did you find her, Buruma-san?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes, Gohan-chan. We need to go to Capsule Corporation. You're mother isn't doing so well. You two might have to stay with me a little while, Gohan. Pack a few things, okay? Including school work, your mother would throw a fit if you didn't."
"Right!" Gohan agreed and rushed into the house, leaving the two Saiyajin and Buruma to enter the house unattended.
"This is my son's home?"
"Hn," Vejiita grunted. He moved over to the wall, leaning a shoulder against it and crossed his arms. He watched his mate cross the room to look at those picture frames where humans put images of people they care about. He snorted to himself as he watched her brush her fingers across the frame wistfully. He wouldn't be caught dead on one of those picture things. He turned his eyes from his mate to watch Bardock look around the room in disgust. "Problem, soldier?"
Bardock turned to glare at his Prince. "How could my brat live like this? It's too comfortable! How did he expect to get strong with so much... comfort? And with *her*?" he asked indicating the burden in his arms.
Vejiita shrugged. He decided to not comment on that and looked towards the stairs. He felt the half-breed's ki moving towards it and watched as the small warrior walked slowly down the stairs with a dark navy backpack in his hands.
Gohan stopped, his mouth dropping open as he looked at the Saiyajin warrior who carried his mother. Vejiita smirked. "Brat, this is Bardock. Your grandfather."
Gohan looked at Vejiita in shock. He noticed the boy's eyes cloud with tears and rolled his eyes. "How? I thought all the Saiyajin were dead? What happened to Mom?"
Vejiita shrugged. He felt his mate step beside him silently. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, noting her pale face and moist eyes. ::Onna, stop your crying!::
"Sorry," she mumbled so softly only a Saiyajin could hear. She walked up to Gohan "You're mother isn't handling your father's decision very well, Gohan-chan."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She's weak," Bardock spat and turned towards the door. "Can we go now?"
Gohan looked up in shock at the rude Saiyajin that held his mother. He frowned at the warrior's back angrily. "My mother is not weak! If you don't mind, I would rather carry her."
Bardock turned to glare at the pint-sized Saiyajin brat. "Fine, brat." He gave over his burden, none too gently, to the boy. He quickly walked out the door.
"Bastard," Gohan spat.
"Son Gohan! You're mother would kill you if she heard that," Buruma snapped at the boy.
"Yes, Buruma-san," he said not in the least bit apologetic.
"Gohan," she began warningly before cutting off to glare at Vejiita who started laughing. "Yes, Jiita? What do you find so humorous?"
"You," he said with his usual smirk before laughing again.
She stalked up to him and grabbed him by his shirt. She would have yanked him towards her if she felt he'd let her. Why the hell did she have to mate with a man as strong as he is? "I suggest you shut up, idiot!"
He arched an eyebrow. "And why is that?"
"I can make life very difficult for you, Jiita," she replied sweetly.
He snorted. "Hn, sure."
"Don't believe me? Where were you planning to sleep now that we are mates? In my room? In yours? Where?"
"I hadn't thought about it," he replied smugly. "I felt that Cell was a little more important than where we would sleep now, Onna."
"If you don't knock it off, *you* will be sleeping alone for a *very* long time," she hissed.
He snorted. His tail wrapped around her waist and yanked her towards him. "I doubt you have the will power to resist me, Onna. I suggest you don't even try."
"We'll see, Your Highness," she spat angrily. Her damn body was betraying her already. His proximately was making her lightheaded and her knees wobbled. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she was beginning to lose all coherent thoughts. Their faces only inches apart, she stared into his eyes. When he winked at her, she nearly lost it. Whoever knew a wink could be so sexy?
"Uh, guys?" Gohan asked nervously. The sight of his former enemy and Buruma-san so close was a little unnerving.
"Shut up, brat," Vejiita snapped. "Onna, let's go." He swiftly picked her up and swung her over his shoulder, wincing as she shrieked. "Onna, knock it off!" He laughed as she slapped his back with her tiny fists. "You'll only hurt yourself, idiot. Sit still."
"You jackass!" she screamed, banging her fists against his back repetitively.
"Onna!" he spat angrily. "Knock it off!"
"Then put me down, idiot!"
Vejiita snorted and walked out of the house. With a flare of his ki, he flew into the air towards his mate's home. Bardock, having waited outside, blasted off as soon as the Prince did. Gohan followed after, his mother carefully held in his strong arms. He didn't know if it was a good idea staying with Vejiita and Buruma. She might make him angry enough to destroy them all, he was sure. Now that his dad was gone, who was going to protect them?
Gohan sniffled as tears threatened once again. He looked down at his mother who lay within his arms staring into nothing. "Mama," he whispered sadly. He just lost his father. He didn't want to see his mother die, too. He cradled his mother closer, tears streaming down his face. "Mama."
~~~
Buruma wrapped the large blue towel around her frame as she stepped out of the shower. She padded into her large bedroom softly, heading towards the closet. Hearing the door open, she snapped around.
"Jiita! You scared the hell out of me!"
He smirked as he walked silently over to the barely-covered woman. She eyed him warily as he approached.
"What are you doing?"
"Can't a Saiyajin talk to his mate?"
"You weren't talking," she began as she backed towards the wall.
"Did you speak with the boy?"
Blinking, she nodded. "Yes, he'll be returning to the future tomorrow morning."
"Hn," he grunted as he neared her. He smirked as he picked up the faint smell of lavender and lilacs. That someone so feisty could smell so soothing amazed him repeatedly. He stopped inches from her weaker body. "Nervous, Onna?"
She glared at the Saiyajin. "Of course not!" she snapped.
He reached a gloved hand up and softly ran a finger over her flawless cheek. He felt her shiver under his caress and smirked again. He gently withdrew his hand from her and slowly removed his gloves before taking her face in his hands.
She gasped at the contact. She smiled softly, nuzzling his hand. He stared at her silently with his intense eyes. He caressed her cheek softly with his thumbs as he leaned down to place a feather light kiss on her lips. He pulled her to him as she leaned into the kiss, nearly crushing her with the force of his embrace. His kiss grew desperate as Buruma tried to keep up with him. He was surprisingly gentle in his assault, yet she could feel his hunger, his need for her right now.
She surrendered herself to her Prince and opened herself to him. He moved his mouth down her jaw, on her neck, the base of her throat, and to the mark he gave her. She felt his teeth nip across it lightly and tensed up waiting for the bite that was to come.
She opened her eyes when no pain presented itself, looking into Vejiita's dark eyes. "Huh?"
::Don't be afraid,:: he whispered into her mind with a softness he would never voice aloud. He leaned down and swiftly bit into her neck, marking her again. She cried out in pain before her senses were drowned in feelings of pleasure, need, desire, tenderness, confusion, pain, longing, loneliness, fear. Emotions swirled within her. His emotions mingled within hers, complimenting, and fighting them. She felt suffocated within them until a voice calmed her. "Buruma," he whispered, his voice caressing her name with such feeling, it brought tears to her eyes.
She attempted to ask a question but it stuck in her throat. She was too overwhelmed. Vejiita knew what she was asking and answered her. ::I'm completing the bond, Onna. Hush, jakuten. Relax, it won't hurt you.:: He gently sucked at her wound, lapping at her blood tenderly.
The door swung open causing Vejiita to pause. He didn't move. "I suggest you leave now," Vejiita growled out.
"Vejiita-san?" Gohan asked confused. He looked at Buruma's face to see her looking at him, her face pale.
"Leave, brat," Vejiita growled again, his tail swinging rapidly in his anger.
"Vejiita, I think you should stop, Buruma isn't looking so well," Gohan said concerned. He didn't understand what they were doing. He knew about sex and he knew this wasn't sex. He felt Vejiita's ki rise.
"Brat," Vejiita snarled and turned around, gathering a ball of ki, his mouth stained red from her blood. He kept his body in front of his mates, protecting her naked body from the boy's eyes.
Gohan gasped as he saw Vejiita's mouth and glanced to Buruma, making out the bite mark on her neck still bleeding. "What did you do to Buruma-san!?" Gohan demanded loudly.
Bardock came rushing into the room, having been placed next door at his insistence, his own ki flaring. He glanced at the situation quickly and threw his Prince a look of disgust before powering down. "Vejiita no Ouji, I know you've mated the weakling but do you have to complete it? It goes against everything we believe in," he grumbled to himself before yanking Gohan up by the back of his collar. "Brat, I suggest you never interrupt a mating ritual again. Not if you value your life."
"A what?"
"Mating ritual. I'll explain outside. Let's get out of here before the Prince kills us." Bardock pulled Gohan out the door and slammed it shut.
"He's hurt Buruma-san! I won't leave her with that monster!" Gohan proclaimed bravely.
"Kid, she's in no danger," Bardock snapped. "Let me spell this out for you. Vejiita is claiming his mate! Our race is very territorial and you are lucky you survived the interruption! He is not quite... himself now."
"Claiming his mate?"
"He's marked her by that bite. Also from the look of it he's bonded her and they are completing the bond."
"Bond?"
Bardock growled. "Listen. He and that *human* are mates. He somehow bonded her, which shouldn't be possible but we won't go into that, and he's completing the bond! Making it stronger. It's an ancient Saiyajin ritual that was long since abandoned by our people. After this, that human will be the Prince's life-mate and the Princess. He's lost in his instincts, boy. He's not quite rational. He's mating with her, or will be soon, and an interruption of 'mating' is a death wish. Interrupting a bonding ritual is even worse. He will kill any one who interrupts because he will see it as someone threatening his mate. Or someone threatening to take his mate from him. He also wants his mate now and any one keeping him from that will suffer. That part of it is hormonal. Understand?"
~~~
AN: O_O Don't know, don't ask. *Sigh* I write funny, I know. Bardock might be a little OOC in these chapters as I wrote them BEFORE I watched the Bardock Special. ^_^
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