Lost

Disclaimer: I am not Toriyama-sama. Not making money. Don't sue. I hate these things.

By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)

Chapter One: Buruma Arrives

Vejiita no Ouji glanced up as the large doors to his father's throne room opened. A messenger ran in and bowed before his father, his hand held to his breast.

"What is it?" Vejiita no Ou demanded of the messenger. The King had demanded there be no interruptions during the meeting of father and son unless it was important. Vejiita growled at the messenger from the side, but was otherwise silent.

"I apologize, Sire, but the pod you've been waiting for has landed."

King Vejiita perked up. "Really? Excellent," he said and rose from his large throne. He turned to his son. "Vejiita, come with me."

Vejiita followed his father out of the throne room and through the halls. He was curious as to the pod his father had been waiting for. "Father, are we expecting a visitor?"

King Vejiita laughed to his son's surprise. "Not exactly a visitor. More like a new resident. The person inside that pod will be living at the palace."

Vejiita blinked. "Why?"

The king frowned. "I swore an oath, Vejiita. Our guest is to be living here for quite awhile, probably for the rest of her life."

"A female?" Vejiita asked.

"Yes. A female. Come, you will see." King Vejiita strolled through the large doors that lead to the landing pods and beheld a scene that he found extremely humorous. He laughed aloud.

"Damn you! Get the fuck away from me, idiots! I want to go back!" a blue-haired female screeched loudly, causing every Saiyajin present to wince.

The Prince blinked at the female's audacity and courage, not to mention her beauty. Every person here could destroy the little female with a thought and here she was screaming her fool head off and causing seasoned Saiyajin warriors to cower.

"Did you hear me?" she yelled at a guard that stood nervously between her and the pod. "I said move! I'm going back!"

King Vejiita chuckled and walked towards the female. "Ms. Briefs, that will be enough. You can't go back."

She swiveled around to face the royal pair. Her sparkling blue eyes fell on Vejiita's for a moment, her gaze widening slightly before she turned to his father, who she glared at. "Excuse me, King Vejiita, but I will go back!"

"So, you recognize me, Ms. Briefs."

She nodded irritably. "Of course I do! My father told me a lot about you and under normal circumstances, I would have been happy to meet you and all, but being as I'm not here on my own fucking will, I'm a little pissed off!" she screamed. "I'm going back home, Your Majesty, I appreciate your hospitality you offered me via my father, but you see, I just can't stay. I have to go back. Damn my father for doing this to me!"

Vejiita watched the exchanged with a type of amused indifference until her screeching wore on his nerves. "Onna, shut the hell up!" he growled. "Your voice is hurting my ears."

King Vejiita frowned at his son. "Vejiita, shut up for once. She has every right to be upset." Vejiita glowered angrily and bit his tongue. The king smirked. "I admit I'm surprised such a small beauty can make a Saiyajin warrior cower. I'm impressed, Ms. Briefs. I must say your father was right, and I'm sorry I dismissed his warning."

"What warning?" the female asked.

"That I'd better be prepared for your temper," the King said with a chuckle. "I'm sorry, Ms. Briefs, but this is your father's wish-"

"Fuck his wish! That was my home planet! I was fighting and he had no right to send me away, damn it! I'm not a fucking child to be coddled. I was fighting and I was needed there!"

"Ms. Briefs-"

"Don't call me that," she snapped at the surprised king. "It reminds me of my mother and she was killed, thank you," she hissed. "My name is Buruma."

"Very well, Buruma. As I was saying, you can't go back. We don't even know if your planet is still there. Furiza may have just got fed up with the resistance and destroyed it."

"He better not have, I'll kill him," she threatened.

Vejiita blinked at her in surprise. The Onna had guts. She was completely stupid but she had guts.

"Buruma, you must realize you cannot possibly-"

"Yes, I can. I was fighting at home! We had a chance! A damn slim one, but a goddamn chance! My father had no right to do that!" she raged.

"How were *you* possibly fighting?" Vejiita asked in disbelief. The Onna had a fighting power of like ten. It was ludicrous.

She glared at the Prince. "For your information, I'm not just some stupid female! I'm the most prestigious inventor on my planet. I can create, fix, and duplicate anything mechanical. I was fighting with my inventions!"

Vejiita snorted. "You cannot fight Furiza that way," he scoffed.

The king frowned at Vejiita. "Vejiita, shut up." He turned to the blue-haired female. "I know you were, Buruma. Your father was a valuable friend of mine," he said, ignoring Vejiita startled glance at that little bit of information, "and I am truly sorry I could not come to his aid. I would have, if I believed we could have stood a chance. Any chance. But all my assistance would have brought would have been my planet's destruction as well as yours."

She suddenly laughed. "What do you think Furiza would do if he finds out a Saiyajin is or was fighting him there? My best friend is one of you! And he fought! If he's still alive and my planet still there, he is still fighting! While I'm sent away like a fucking child!"

King Vejiita sighed. "I apologize, Buruma. I was told of the Saiyajin there by your father and I doubt Furiza would recognize him as such." He glanced at his son. "Vejiita, take her to our wing of the palace and set her up in the rooms beside yours."

Vejiita glanced up in shock. "What?"

"You heard me, brat. I swore to treat her as royalty. You will also," he told his son. "No arguments." He turned back to Buruma. "I'll find out if your planet is still there or not and the situation there. I'll inform you as soon as I find out something."

Buruma sighed. "Thank you, King Vejiita."

He nodded. "Your father told me to take care of you, that you were his life. I am only doing what my honor demands and as I swore."

She smiled. "Thanks for the honesty as well."

"Come on, Onna," Vejiita said irritably and lead the way into the palace. He felt her come up behind them as they walked and took a place at his side as they walked. He glanced at her curiously, blinking as he saw her face. "What's wrong with you?" he demanded somewhat harshly.

She glared at him. "My planet might be destroyed, you idiot. I'm worried about my father, my best friends, everyone. I'm worried about my home! Wouldn't you be if it was your planet?"

He scowled. "No. I'd find out and if it was destroyed, I'd seek revenge."

"You wouldn't care if you father was killed?"

Vejiita shrugged. "No. I'll kill him to assume the throne anyway."

"That's awful," she murmured softly, but Vejiita's excellent hearing picked it up.

"No, it's a Saiyajin tradition." He walked the rest of the way into his wing of the palace silently. When he reached the doors beside his own, he paused. "This will be yours. My rooms are to the right of you. My father's are at the end of the hall," he told her. He pressed a button and the doors slid open automatically. "This will be fixed so that only you, my father, and myself are the only one's allowed in here." He entered the large room, the female following shortly behind him. "This is the sitting room, over to the right is the bathroom, and the left there is the bedroom. I assume since you're staying in this wing you will be eating with us as well," Vejiita said irritably. "Breakfast is at 0700, lunch at 1200 and dinner at 1800 hours." He motioned to a large computer pad by the door. "Press this for a servant should you need one. This is to my father's room, this one for mine. Security is this large button here. I doubt you need any other right now." He paused. "Any questions?"

She shook her head.

"Fine. You're probably not tired, so wander around if you want. Again, since you're staying with us, there is nowhere you aren't allowed, except the possibly top secret areas such as the military testing and such. I doubt you'd end up there anyway. If you get lost ask a guard for directions, they are stationed all over except in this wing."

She nodded. "Thanks."

He snorted. "I'm only doing what my father ordered. I could care less about your comfort."

She rolled her eyes. "A real charmer, aren't you? You should be a little nicer to people. You're gorgeous, but damn does your personality suck."

Vejiita blinked in astonishment at the small female. No one had called him gorgeous before and then she had the gall to insult his personality after that! He growled. "I don't care what you think of me."

She smiled. "Maybe not, but what does it matter? Your father may think I'm staying, but I assure you I won't be. I'm going back home as soon as I can manage it."

Vejiita cocked his head at her. "Why? You'll only be going back to your death. Even I wouldn't want to face him and I'm the strongest Saiyajin alive."

She sighed softly. "I have to go back. My entire life is there. Everyone I love is there. My father, Goku, Chichi, Gohan, Yamucha, Kuririn, hell, even Kame-sennin, the pervert, and Oolong. Everyone I care about is there. Don't you have anyone you love enough that'd you'd die for them?"

He scowled. "Hell no. I don't... love," he spat.

She looked at him sadly. "That isn't right. Everyone should love."

He looked away from her and stared at a point above her head. "Not me. I've been genetically enhanced to purge me of the soft emotions. Love and caring were taken from me. I can only feel hate and anger."

She scoffed. "I don't believe it. Emotions cannot be removed. They can be blocked, maybe, but permanently removed? Never. You can love. I swear it on my life. You just haven't found a person that can break passed that barrier on your emotions."

He glared at her.

She put up her hands. "I apologize. I've only just met you and here we go getting into a personal conversation. I'm sorry."

He scowled and walked towards the door. "I'll see you at dinner, Onna," he told her gruffly.

"Sure, Vejiita."

He swung his head around to glare at her. "You will address me properly, Onna," he told her irritably.

"Well, when you learn to call me by name instead of 'Onna', I'll use your title."

He smirked. "You're fiery."

She returned his smirk. "Damn straight."

Shaking his head, Vejiita opened the door. "Don't be late, my father gets grouchy if one is late," he told her over his shoulder before disappearing out the door.

~~~

Buruma stared at the door after the Saiyajin no Ouji left. She finally shrugged to herself and looked around the rooms that were to be her home for a while. The bedroom was huge and Buruma was in heaven looking at the large bed. The bathroom sported a gigantic tub that she sighed longingly at when she first saw it. Too bad she wasn't staying that long. She could get used to this.

She sighed and decided to 'wander' around as Vejiita had suggested. She left her room and walked down the eerily deserted hall. She was beginning to get a heebie-jeebies feeling and sighed when she saw the end of the wing with four very large, and surly looking Saiyajin standing guard. They weren't the ones that were there when Vejiita had shown her into the wing, she noticed immediately.

She smiled politely at them as she passed, much to their obvious confusion and surprise. She could almost see them trying to figure out if she belonged there or not, too fearful to stop her and scared not to. She took pity on them and stopped. "I'm staying in the royal wing. Don't worry about getting in trouble," she told them.

They all sighed in relief. The largest of the four, a big man with long wild hair, grinned back. "Thanks, Lady."

"Call me Buruma; I'm no lady," she told the grinning soldier.

He nodded. "A pleasure," he said politely.

She cocked her head at him and smiled. "I'm sure I'll see you later," she told him as she walked away, rounding a corner and colliding with someone. She fell onto her backside hard, cursing softly as she connected with the tiled floor painfully.

"Hey, watch it!" a voice roared angrily.

She glanced up in surprise, gaping at the huge bald man in front of her. "Excuse me, but it wasn't entirely *my* fault," she snapped as she tried to get up.

"What are you doing in this area of the palace, wench? You don't belong here!" He picked her up roughly by the neck.

Buruma gasped, trying to get a breath passed the large man's hold. She heard footsteps running from behind her. "Let her go, Nappa," a voice said. The friendly guard she had just talked to, she realized. She tried to wiggle out of the large Saiyajin's grasp.

"You fools aren't doing your job," the one called Nappa hissed. "How'd you let such a weak female into this area of the palace?"

"Nappa, she's staying in the royal wing. Let her go!" the guard said.

Nappa snorted. "Right. Like the King or the Prince would allow such a puny, insignificant bug stay there!"

Buruma struggled against him, screaming out when he flung her into the wall. Her head hit with a sickening thud and she slumped to the floor. She tried to stand up, but her vision blurred and she almost blacked out.

"Nappa! She's too fragile to handle that."

"So? I'm going to kill her anyway, she is trespassing," he hissed.

"Nappa, no!" the guard said and stepped in between the dazed female and the large warrior.

"Toma, you fool, I'm ten times as strong as you are. I can kill you both, easily."

The guard clicked on the device over his eye. "I'm sorry, Highness, but we have a situation," he said.

Nappa laughed. "Do you really think either Vejiita-sama would save your worthless carcass? Or hers?"

"Nappa, shut up!" Toma hissed. "Yes, Sire, Nappa is here." Pause. "Yes, immediately." He clicked the button again and crossed his arms over his chest. "Vejiita no Ouji will be here in a moment, Nappa. He said to stay put."

"Fine," he hissed and glared at the blue-haired female who had finally gotten to her feet.

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her vision. She glared at the big warrior, but turned away to look at Toma. "Thanks," she told him.

He grinned at her. "You hurt?"

"I think my skull is cracked," she muttered. "Definitely have a concussion, and I'm sure I'm sporting a wicked bruise on my neck, but otherwise, I'm alive. I might faint here soon though."

He frowned slightly before turning back to Nappa. "That was stupid, Nappa. You know that Vejiita no Ouji will be quite pissed off if she is his guest."

Buruma chuckled weakly. "Not his guest. The King's," she told them, each warrior blinking in surprise. "The Prince could probably care less if I'm here or not."

"This had better be good, Toma," a voice hissed irritably from behind the group.

Toma breathed a visible sigh of relief. "Sire, can you please control Nappa. He almost killed the female that is staying in your wing."

Vejiita walked forward and glanced at Buruma. His eyes roamed her quickly, lingering on her neck. "Nappa," he growled. "Did someone not tell you she was staying here?"

Nappa blinked. "No, not until Toma did."

"And you didn't listen to him?"

"Why should I have? She's just a weak female with no fighting power. Why the hell would she be staying in the royal wing?"

Vejiita growled. "She is a guest of my father's, Nappa. She is living in the palace now." He glanced at her quickly before turning back to the large warrior. "You are to meet me in the training room in one hour, Nappa. Until then, you are confined to quarters. Go, now," he hissed.

Nappa gulped nervously and left, not before sending Buruma a murderous glance. She glared back. "Thanks, Toma," she told the guard once more.

He grinned at her. "No problem, Buruma. All in a day's work."

Her eyebrow rose. "Even protecting me with you life? I heard him. He could have killed us both. I thank you again," she said, blinking rapidly, and swaying slightly on her feet.

Toma frowned. "You okay?"

She shook her head slightly. "I'm going to faint now," she whispered before doing just that.

~~~

AN: *cheers* One of these days I'm going to make a fic where Nappa is nice. *Blinks* What? I can do that sometime, can't I? Any who! Ja!

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