Lost

Disclaimer: Um, duh. You know the drill.

By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)

Chapter Two: Training

When Buruma came to, she found a concerned Toma hovering over her. "I fainted..."

The warrior nodded. "Yes, you did. You've been in a rejuvenation capsule for a while now. Feel better?"

She nodded. "I feel fine now."

"Good. The Prince would have my tail if you weren't. I apologize for not helping you sooner. With Nappa, I mean."

"No worries, Toma. I'm fine now and it wasn't your fault." She stood up and gave him a big smile. "So, how long have I been out?"

"About two hours. Vejiita-sama said that if you were out before dinner to join them. And as you are, I'm to escort you to the dining area."

"Can I change first?"

He nodded. "Come, I'll lead you to your rooms first."

"Thanks, Toma."

~~~

Buruma steeled herself before she strolled through the large double doors that lead to the two Saiyajin royalty she was staying with. She walked in confidently, smiled in welcome at the King, and forced the same welcoming one for his son, who was frowning at her. She took the seat opposite of the younger Vejiita.

"Sorry for being late, King Vejiita, but I had to change after my stay in the rejuvenation capsules."

The king nodded. "Not a problem, Ms. Br-" He coughed. "Buruma, excuse me."

She shook her head. "Don't apologize."

"I heard what happened from Toma and my son. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, and Nappa has been appropriately punished, or so my son tells me." He paused. "I will be having a talk with the elite later tonight. Beside that unfortunate event, how did you find our palace?" he asked politely.

She smiled. "Well, I saw my rooms and the hall, but that was the extent of my explorations today. I'm not in any great hurry to repeat today, either, thank you."

The king chuckled. "I would think not. But this incident has reminded me that you might need to learn to protect yourself, Buruma. It would be wise if we had someone teach you some combat skills. You wouldn't match a Saiyajin any time soon, but you can at least hold off an all out attack long enough for help."

She shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I've already told you I was going home, remember? Which reminds me, did you find out the situation?"

The King sighed. "I had hoped to save this until after dinner. Buruma, your planet is gone. Furiza destroyed it only hours after you left it."

"You're wrong!" she exclaimed standing up.

The Prince scowled. "Onna, sit down!" he barked.

She glared at him. "Fuck you!"

The King coughed politely. "Vejiita, leave her be. Buruma, just ignore my son; he's been under Furiza for too long. As I was saying, Furiza destroyed your planet, but there were some survivors. I heard that Furiza had captured a tail-less Saiyajin-"

"Son-kun!"

"Yes, and I expect he'll be calling me to demand answers. Fight from here, Buruma. We could use your genius in this war against that tyrant. For both our planets. Even if yours is more for revenge than survival."

Buruma slumped. "I suddenly don't feel very well... May I be excused for now?"

The king nodded. "Of course, this is why I wished to wait until after our dinner. About training, Buruma. My son will train you in simple hand-to-hand combat. Starting tomorrow."

"Father!"

"Vejiita, shut up. She needs to learn it and you are the best there is."

He growled. "She doesn't need the best."

The king frowned but ignored his son. "Go rest, Buruma. My son will come wake you tomorrow to begin your training."

"With all due respect, I really don't feel like-"

"I imagine you do not, Buruma, but it is for your safety. It'll make me feel better, as well. I cannot keep my promise to your father if some hot-head warrior gets any ideas in his head."

She nodded absently. "Goodnight, Your Majesty," she whispered and stood, leaving the dining room and making the long way to her rooms. When she reached them, she collapsed on the large bed. She then began to cry.

~~~

Vejiita strolled purposely into the female genius' rooms, not hesitating as he entered her bedroom and walked over to the bed. He reached out a hand to shake the sleeping Onna, and it was then that the Saiyajin no Ouji hesitated. He blinked at the sleeping female, taking in her small frown, her puffy eyes, the pinched look of a sleep haunted by nightmares. He sighed softly and pulled his hand away.

He knew he should just wake her. He shouldn't feel... sorry for her. He shouldn't feel guilt. But even though his mind continually scolded him for it, he couldn't shake the feelings off. He growled to himself softly, muttering under his breath about being a weakling and a fool. He walked away from her and sat in the large soft chair that was situated at the foot of bed. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, waiting for the female to awaken on her own.

He blinked himself out of his trance as he felt her slight change in breathing. He frowned. About time. He watched her silently as she slowly, almost painfully slow for the impatient Prince, awoke. She stretched cat-like and Vejiita found to his complete shock the movement quite interesting. And erotic. He shook himself mentally. He had been without a female for too long, he decided. He'd have to visit his harem later.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he continued to watch as her eyes opened and she glanced around in confusion. She then realized she wasn't alone and her blue orbs snapped to him. She gasped. "Vejiita?"

He snorted. "About fucking time, Onna."

She glared at him irritably. "Well, excuse me," she sneered and crawled out of bed. She blinked down at her rumpled dress from the night before and scowled. "Give me ten minutes. I want to shower and change."

"Five minutes."

"Ten, jackass! Be careful or I'll take longer," she threatened.

"And I'll come in there and tear you out of the shower myself," he growled.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me," he said haughtily, sporting his favorite expression: a smirk.

"Bastard," she muttered walking out of the room.

"I heard that," he called.

"Good!"

~~~

Buruma collapsed in front of the Saiyajin no Ouji, no longer able to hold herself up. "I'm sorry, Vejiita, but I'm exhausted," she murmured to him before falling asleep on the training room floor.

He snorted and eyed her warily. He contemplated calling for a guard to carry her, but didn't want it to seem like he was afraid of carrying the little female. Which was precisely what was wrong. He was afraid. Afraid to touch her.

He had started her out simply by Saiyajin standards, and she took to it like a fish to water. She was excellent on the forms and movements of each complex move he taught her. Everything was damn near perfect. She only lacked in strength. He smirked. And endurance. Only six hours in here and she had passed out.

Now he was faced with a stupid dilemma that just plain made him feel foolish. Unfortunately, he had been, turned on by the light – for him – workout with her. Now, he didn't exactly trust himself to even pick her up. He was afraid he might react to her. Thank Kami he had enough self-control to not act on those disgusting desires.

He scowled down at her before picking her up, too gently for his peace of mind, but then again, he didn't want to wake her. He walked swiftly from the training rooms. He glared at each guard he encountered on his trip to their wing, daring them to make one comment. Hoping they would. He wanted to kill something.

Maybe he was going into his rut... That had to be it. No weak female had made him want her so much before. He *must* be going into his rut. No other explanation. He scowled. Except for one small problem. His rut wasn't due for another couple of months and he fucking knew it.

He had to lock himself in the harems tonight. Get rid of the hormones. Maybe lack of sexual action was taking its toll on him. Kind of build up effect. Had to be. He was not attracted to this... *weakling*!

He scowled. Since when couldn't he come up with a stronger insult? He growled loudly and opened her doors with one hand, strolling into the dark rooms angrily. He deposited, cursing at his own gentleness, the Onna on her bed. He stared at her a moment then covered her with her blankets, again cursing at himself silently. Then he left the fool Onna's rooms, seeking out his father.

~~~

The King looked up in surprise as he son stalked angrily through his throne room doors. He waved his guards out of the room as well as the worthless petitioner. He paused and watched his son pace in front of him, his entire body radiating ki waves.

"What do I owe this pleasure, Vejiita?" the King asked calmly. He knew his son was more powerful than he was. Hell, his son was the stronger than most warriors in the universe. His son would have to kill him to assume the throne, but he knew it was not going to be now. They respected each other too much.

"Father, I do not want to train that Onna any longer," he hissed, his voice holding barely suppressed rage.

The King blinked. "I know you two don't exactly get along-"

"That has nothing to do with it!" the younger man roared. "I don't want to come near her. At all. Choose someone else."

Vejiita no Ou slowly smirked. "Are you telling me, Vejiita, that you are attracted to her?"

The Prince gaped at his father.

The elder Vejiita chuckled. "Don't look so surprised, brat. It's obvious. To me, anyway."

Vejiita growled. "Choose someone else to train the weakling."

"No."

Vejiita blinked. "What?"

"I said no, Vejiita. Attraction or not, you are the best there is and I swore an oath. I will fulfill it."

"Father-"

"No. I'm not letting up on this, Vejiita. Deal with it." The king frowned suddenly. "I don't need to remind you that trysts with other species are fine, but mating with one is forbidden."

"No, you don't."

"Good. If you two become intimate, that's fine. I could care less, just don't hurt her. She is my charge now. But do not mate her, understood? And for Kami's sake don't get her pregnant or bond her! We cannot afford our Prince to become entangled with a female not of our race. Nor siring a half-breed. Not now. And we cannot afford for you to have emotional hang-ups, either."

Vejiita gaped at his father. "I'm not going to bed the female!" he roared.

"Whatever you say, brat. I'm not relieving you of your training duty. Don't mention it again."

The younger Vejiita growled. "Fine," he hissed stalking from the room.

The King was left to stare after his son worriedly.

~~~

AN: *blinks* How's that?

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