Lost
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By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Nappa Again
Rating: R
Vejiita snarled to himself as he stalked down the dark hallway. The few guards he passed quickly stepped out of his way, cringing when they noticed his thunderous scowl and the slight waves of ki that were radiating off him. He ignored them, intent on reaching his rooms.
He was angry. Very, very angry. And he didn't even have someone to beat for it. He wasn't angry at something else. He wasn't angry with a guard or his father or anything he could let his anger out on. He was furious at himself. He was ready to rip the head off someone, just for the excuse to kill something. He wanted to kill. Destroy. Blow up something!
He was pathetic. Him! The Crown Prince of Vejiita-sei was fucking pathetic. He growled as he turned the corner, heading towards the royal wing, stalking passed the guards that were stationed there. They quickly jumped out of his way, and a part of Vejiita was almost disappointed that they did so. He wanted someone to have the stupidity to intrude upon his rage. He wanted to kill something!
He had visited the harems, as he had planned earlier. Hoping to get rid of the hormonal urges he had seemed plagued with lately. It wasn't a regular occurrence, Vejiita no Ouji didn't visit the harems often. Once every six months, maybe. But the females there seemed to light up when he had entered. They were all so very pleased to have the opportunity to please him. It baffled him. He wasn't nice to them, he was rough and often violent while he fucked them, yet they all loved to pleasure him.
He shook his head. Stupid females. He had visited those blasted females and their smiles greeted him as he entered. He picked four, FOUR, of those whores. He figured it was overkill but he wanted the damn urges out of his system. He growled to himself again, slamming open his doors, and entering the room in a fury. He slammed them shut again and tore off his armor and cape, heading towards the shower.
Four fucking, trained whores couldn't do it. Four beautiful Saiyajin females with all their knowledge couldn't get him off! It was fucking ridiculous. It was just wrong. He should have came within minutes and been ready to do it again! But no... they were at it for two and a half hours before he got so disgusted with himself he knocked one of them into the wall and stalked out of there. And he knew it wasn't their fault. They honestly tried. Using every trick they knew... and gods, what knowledge.
He had to picture that blue-haired female to even get himself turned on! And when he had started to picture her doing what they were doing to him, it was only then he felt himself getting closer to release. And it was then that he stalked off.
What in the fuck was wrong with him? He rubbed his skin raw in the shower, nearly yanked out his hair when he washed it, and then finally got out. He flared his ki to dry off and padded naked to his dressers, grabbing a tight pair of spandex shorts, which he threw on angrily. He wasn't some third-class moron with affection for someone. He'd be damned if he began to... feel for the stupid female. He was fucking pathetic. 'What is the matter with me? I've never desired a female. Never!'
He tensed suddenly as he felt a familiar ki enter the room next to his. He blinked, and then a slow smirk appeared. Maybe he couldn't kill anyone, but he'd get in a good beating! He stalked out of his room and paused outside of the female's room. Her ki suddenly jumped, and he felt his stomach drop. He snarled at his reaction and slammed the doors open, stalking towards her sleeping room.
He growled as he saw the overgrown idiot, bending over the large bed, snarling at the frightened human Onna. "Nappa, out!" he roared.
The large Saiyajin jumped and whirled to face his prince. "Vejiita-sama, I-"
"You and me, training room, five hours. Get out!" he snarled.
"But-"
Vejiita suddenly disappeared and reappeared between the larger Saiyajin and the female that haunted his thoughts. "I will kill you, fool," he hissed. "Get out now and get your beating, or die here."
Nappa snarled and stalked away, stopping when he reached the door. "She has damaged my pride! I will kill her!"
Vejiita glared at the elite soldier in contempt. "Fool. That's treason."
Nappa gasped.
"Yes, treason. You see, Nappa," he sneered, "she is my father's charge. My father swore an oath to her father to take care of her. So, I guess that would mean that she is my father's foster daughter now. Meaning she is of the royal family. You just threatened to kill a member of the royal family, Nappa. That is treason." He smirked suddenly. "I think it's time to contact my father," he said.
"Sire! I wasn't aware-"
Vejiita snorted. "You weren't aware of her standing, no. But you were aware that she was protected. By me and by my father. You disobeyed orders, soldier. Either way you are in some serious shit. My father would like to hear of this." He paused, glancing at the Onna behind him, his face carefully expressionless. Her blue-eyes were wide and frightened. Her hair adorably messy from her sleep. Her eyes met his for a moment and he felt his heart speed up slightly. He snarled and turned from her, glaring at Nappa. "You are confined to quarters. Until I decide what to do with you, you are to stay there. Leave."
Nappa placed a hand over his heart and bowed once before disappearing.
Vejiita growled. 'Dumb idiot. At least it'll be a chance to get rid of that overgrown moron.'
"Thanks, Vejiita," she whispered quietly from behind him.
He snorted in acknowledgment, moving to walk out of the room, and walk out of there fast. She looked just too delicious to him right then.
"Vejiita?"
He growled softly to himself before turning to face her, his face expressionless. "What?"
It was then she glanced at his clothing, the tight pair of shorts. And she blushed. Vejiita smirked. It affected her, hmm? "Um... I..." she stuttered in embarrassment.
He chuckled softly and walked towards her, crossing his arms over his chest. "Spit it out, Onna. I'd like to get some sleep."
Her blush deepened, but she seemed to have found her tongue. "What if he comes back? I mean, if he thinks he's going to die anyway, he might very well just kill me first. Nothing to lose."
He growled. Damn, she was right. The penalty for treason was death and if he thought he was going to die, he would definitely come to her and try again. He knew the guards wouldn't be able to stop him; Nappa was the third strongest Saiyajin. He frowned thoughtfully. "Damn, guess I've got to wake my father," he growled, walking over to the vid screen. He quickly contacted his father's rooms, waiting impatiently for his father to answer.
A few moments later, the king's tired face appeared, blinking in surprise. "What, brat? And why are you in Buruma's rooms?"
Vejiita gave his father a stern glare to stop that line of questioning fast. "Nappa made an attempt on her life. I confined him to quarters until I decide whether to charge him with treason or not. The penalty for treason is death and if he will decide to attempt her life again. Guards are useless," he stated tiredly. "Your orders."
The king frowned. "Stay with her then, brat."
"Hell no!"
"Vejiita, it's an order. Sleep there; take her with you wherever you go until Nappa is taken care of. Why treason, anyway?"
Vejiita suddenly smirked. "I told him you swore an oath to her father to care for her. That made her your foster daughter and a member of the royal family."
The king barked out a laugh. "Nice, Vejiita."
Vejiita grunted. "Why don't *you* guard her? You're stronger than Nappa and even if you weren't he wouldn't be stupid enough to go up against you."
"Brat, enough. Those are my orders. Sleep in her rooms for now. We'll discuss Nappa tomorrow and see if we can afford to charge him with treason or not."
"Fine. But my rooms."
"No. I want Nappa to know she's being protected and he'll go to hers first."
Vejiita growled. "Fine!"
"Enjoy, brat."
"Becoming King is sounding very appealing now," he snarled.
The King laughed. "I'm sure, brat. But you won't. Not when you'd have to give up time for training."
Vejiita snarled. "Damn you," he hissed, turning off the link. He stalked back to the female's bedroom and eyed her warily, careful to keep his expressionless mask in place. "I'm staying here with you," he growled. "You'll accompany me everywhere until we figure out what to do with that imbecile."
"You mean I'm stuck with you?"
"Like fucking glue, Onna. I don't really have a choice. I'll sleep in that goddamn chair there. Go back to bed," he growled, sitting in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and his legs crossed at the ankles. He fumed silently.
He snapped his eyes open as the little female suddenly got out of bed. "Where are you going?" he demanded.
She smiled at him and removed part of her coverings from the bed, to Vejiita's complete bafflement. She then walked over to him and placed it over him. He nearly gaped at her. She blushed. "I feel bad. About me sleeping in the bed and you're here. And only dressed... in that," she said, flushing again. "I..."
He stared at her oddly. "Why do you care?"
She shrugged. "It's the way I am. You're protecting me and I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'd let you have the bed or even share the bed, but I didn't think you'd accept. So, a blanket was harmless enough."
He grunted softly, accepting the offer. He smirked at her. "Fine."
She rolled her eyes. "Didn't expect a thank you, either. Lucky for you," she stated, walking towards her bed again, crawling under the remaining blankets. "Goodnight, Vejiita," she whispered.
"'Night," he grunted. He suddenly smelled the blanket, inhaling the smell of her. And it'd be all over him now. He sighed inwardly. Just fucking great. Now not only did he have to train her, he was stuck with her. All day. For as long as the Nappa mess lasted. That could be a couple weeks, especially with the war with Furiza. Was it really a good idea to kill one of the strongest warriors they had when they needed every advantage to get? He growled silently and closed his eyes, trying to push the thought of the female out of his mind, but the scented blanket wouldn't allow that. He drifted off slowly as he listened to her soft breathing in the bed.
Damn hormones.
~~~
Vejiita snapped awake silently as he felt that all-too-familiar ki enter the outer room. He scowled. 'The moron! Already?' He stayed still as he felt the idiot open the door to the bedroom silently.
"Nappa!" he snapped.
The large man jumped and glanced in the chair. "Vejiita-sama?!"
The blue-haired onna blinked awake and gasped as she saw the bulky figure that stood in the doorway. "Vejiita?" she whispered suddenly.
"Nappa, you are a complete fool. You should know better! Twice in one night? Idiot! Go back to your rooms; you are confined there! That's an order! I'm staying with the female until your punishment is dealt, so you may as well give up. And my father has already been informed. Get. Out. Now!"
The man fled quickly and Vejiita stared at the dark doorway angrily. "Damn fool."
"Thanks again," Buruma said suddenly, curling up into her blankets. Vejiita grunted and got out of the chair, stretching out the kink in his neck. He could feel the little female's eyes on his back as he walked to the door, shutting it again. He padded softly back to the chair, grimacing as he sat down. Damn thing was uncomfortable.
"Vejiita?"
"What?"
"Um... is it too uncomfortable in the chair?"
He growled. "No, it's just fucking fine."
"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor or something."
"Hell no."
She sighed. "Share it with me?"
"HELL NO!"
She smirked. "Oh. Scared to huh?"
"No. Just don't want to get that damn close to something as hideous as you are."
She growled suddenly and Vejiita had to blink. 'Whoa, that was incredibly sexy.'
"Relax, Onna. Sleep."
She snorted and buried her head into the pillows, falling into sleep in only moments. Vejiita shook his head slightly as he followed her example.
~~~
AN: *grins* I've made Nappa stupider than normal! Moron! *Cheers* I'm weird... *shakes head*
Lovies!
Disclaimer: You figure it out.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Nappa Again
Rating: R
Vejiita snarled to himself as he stalked down the dark hallway. The few guards he passed quickly stepped out of his way, cringing when they noticed his thunderous scowl and the slight waves of ki that were radiating off him. He ignored them, intent on reaching his rooms.
He was angry. Very, very angry. And he didn't even have someone to beat for it. He wasn't angry at something else. He wasn't angry with a guard or his father or anything he could let his anger out on. He was furious at himself. He was ready to rip the head off someone, just for the excuse to kill something. He wanted to kill. Destroy. Blow up something!
He was pathetic. Him! The Crown Prince of Vejiita-sei was fucking pathetic. He growled as he turned the corner, heading towards the royal wing, stalking passed the guards that were stationed there. They quickly jumped out of his way, and a part of Vejiita was almost disappointed that they did so. He wanted someone to have the stupidity to intrude upon his rage. He wanted to kill something!
He had visited the harems, as he had planned earlier. Hoping to get rid of the hormonal urges he had seemed plagued with lately. It wasn't a regular occurrence, Vejiita no Ouji didn't visit the harems often. Once every six months, maybe. But the females there seemed to light up when he had entered. They were all so very pleased to have the opportunity to please him. It baffled him. He wasn't nice to them, he was rough and often violent while he fucked them, yet they all loved to pleasure him.
He shook his head. Stupid females. He had visited those blasted females and their smiles greeted him as he entered. He picked four, FOUR, of those whores. He figured it was overkill but he wanted the damn urges out of his system. He growled to himself again, slamming open his doors, and entering the room in a fury. He slammed them shut again and tore off his armor and cape, heading towards the shower.
Four fucking, trained whores couldn't do it. Four beautiful Saiyajin females with all their knowledge couldn't get him off! It was fucking ridiculous. It was just wrong. He should have came within minutes and been ready to do it again! But no... they were at it for two and a half hours before he got so disgusted with himself he knocked one of them into the wall and stalked out of there. And he knew it wasn't their fault. They honestly tried. Using every trick they knew... and gods, what knowledge.
He had to picture that blue-haired female to even get himself turned on! And when he had started to picture her doing what they were doing to him, it was only then he felt himself getting closer to release. And it was then that he stalked off.
What in the fuck was wrong with him? He rubbed his skin raw in the shower, nearly yanked out his hair when he washed it, and then finally got out. He flared his ki to dry off and padded naked to his dressers, grabbing a tight pair of spandex shorts, which he threw on angrily. He wasn't some third-class moron with affection for someone. He'd be damned if he began to... feel for the stupid female. He was fucking pathetic. 'What is the matter with me? I've never desired a female. Never!'
He tensed suddenly as he felt a familiar ki enter the room next to his. He blinked, and then a slow smirk appeared. Maybe he couldn't kill anyone, but he'd get in a good beating! He stalked out of his room and paused outside of the female's room. Her ki suddenly jumped, and he felt his stomach drop. He snarled at his reaction and slammed the doors open, stalking towards her sleeping room.
He growled as he saw the overgrown idiot, bending over the large bed, snarling at the frightened human Onna. "Nappa, out!" he roared.
The large Saiyajin jumped and whirled to face his prince. "Vejiita-sama, I-"
"You and me, training room, five hours. Get out!" he snarled.
"But-"
Vejiita suddenly disappeared and reappeared between the larger Saiyajin and the female that haunted his thoughts. "I will kill you, fool," he hissed. "Get out now and get your beating, or die here."
Nappa snarled and stalked away, stopping when he reached the door. "She has damaged my pride! I will kill her!"
Vejiita glared at the elite soldier in contempt. "Fool. That's treason."
Nappa gasped.
"Yes, treason. You see, Nappa," he sneered, "she is my father's charge. My father swore an oath to her father to take care of her. So, I guess that would mean that she is my father's foster daughter now. Meaning she is of the royal family. You just threatened to kill a member of the royal family, Nappa. That is treason." He smirked suddenly. "I think it's time to contact my father," he said.
"Sire! I wasn't aware-"
Vejiita snorted. "You weren't aware of her standing, no. But you were aware that she was protected. By me and by my father. You disobeyed orders, soldier. Either way you are in some serious shit. My father would like to hear of this." He paused, glancing at the Onna behind him, his face carefully expressionless. Her blue-eyes were wide and frightened. Her hair adorably messy from her sleep. Her eyes met his for a moment and he felt his heart speed up slightly. He snarled and turned from her, glaring at Nappa. "You are confined to quarters. Until I decide what to do with you, you are to stay there. Leave."
Nappa placed a hand over his heart and bowed once before disappearing.
Vejiita growled. 'Dumb idiot. At least it'll be a chance to get rid of that overgrown moron.'
"Thanks, Vejiita," she whispered quietly from behind him.
He snorted in acknowledgment, moving to walk out of the room, and walk out of there fast. She looked just too delicious to him right then.
"Vejiita?"
He growled softly to himself before turning to face her, his face expressionless. "What?"
It was then she glanced at his clothing, the tight pair of shorts. And she blushed. Vejiita smirked. It affected her, hmm? "Um... I..." she stuttered in embarrassment.
He chuckled softly and walked towards her, crossing his arms over his chest. "Spit it out, Onna. I'd like to get some sleep."
Her blush deepened, but she seemed to have found her tongue. "What if he comes back? I mean, if he thinks he's going to die anyway, he might very well just kill me first. Nothing to lose."
He growled. Damn, she was right. The penalty for treason was death and if he thought he was going to die, he would definitely come to her and try again. He knew the guards wouldn't be able to stop him; Nappa was the third strongest Saiyajin. He frowned thoughtfully. "Damn, guess I've got to wake my father," he growled, walking over to the vid screen. He quickly contacted his father's rooms, waiting impatiently for his father to answer.
A few moments later, the king's tired face appeared, blinking in surprise. "What, brat? And why are you in Buruma's rooms?"
Vejiita gave his father a stern glare to stop that line of questioning fast. "Nappa made an attempt on her life. I confined him to quarters until I decide whether to charge him with treason or not. The penalty for treason is death and if he will decide to attempt her life again. Guards are useless," he stated tiredly. "Your orders."
The king frowned. "Stay with her then, brat."
"Hell no!"
"Vejiita, it's an order. Sleep there; take her with you wherever you go until Nappa is taken care of. Why treason, anyway?"
Vejiita suddenly smirked. "I told him you swore an oath to her father to care for her. That made her your foster daughter and a member of the royal family."
The king barked out a laugh. "Nice, Vejiita."
Vejiita grunted. "Why don't *you* guard her? You're stronger than Nappa and even if you weren't he wouldn't be stupid enough to go up against you."
"Brat, enough. Those are my orders. Sleep in her rooms for now. We'll discuss Nappa tomorrow and see if we can afford to charge him with treason or not."
"Fine. But my rooms."
"No. I want Nappa to know she's being protected and he'll go to hers first."
Vejiita growled. "Fine!"
"Enjoy, brat."
"Becoming King is sounding very appealing now," he snarled.
The King laughed. "I'm sure, brat. But you won't. Not when you'd have to give up time for training."
Vejiita snarled. "Damn you," he hissed, turning off the link. He stalked back to the female's bedroom and eyed her warily, careful to keep his expressionless mask in place. "I'm staying here with you," he growled. "You'll accompany me everywhere until we figure out what to do with that imbecile."
"You mean I'm stuck with you?"
"Like fucking glue, Onna. I don't really have a choice. I'll sleep in that goddamn chair there. Go back to bed," he growled, sitting in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest, and his legs crossed at the ankles. He fumed silently.
He snapped his eyes open as the little female suddenly got out of bed. "Where are you going?" he demanded.
She smiled at him and removed part of her coverings from the bed, to Vejiita's complete bafflement. She then walked over to him and placed it over him. He nearly gaped at her. She blushed. "I feel bad. About me sleeping in the bed and you're here. And only dressed... in that," she said, flushing again. "I..."
He stared at her oddly. "Why do you care?"
She shrugged. "It's the way I am. You're protecting me and I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'd let you have the bed or even share the bed, but I didn't think you'd accept. So, a blanket was harmless enough."
He grunted softly, accepting the offer. He smirked at her. "Fine."
She rolled her eyes. "Didn't expect a thank you, either. Lucky for you," she stated, walking towards her bed again, crawling under the remaining blankets. "Goodnight, Vejiita," she whispered.
"'Night," he grunted. He suddenly smelled the blanket, inhaling the smell of her. And it'd be all over him now. He sighed inwardly. Just fucking great. Now not only did he have to train her, he was stuck with her. All day. For as long as the Nappa mess lasted. That could be a couple weeks, especially with the war with Furiza. Was it really a good idea to kill one of the strongest warriors they had when they needed every advantage to get? He growled silently and closed his eyes, trying to push the thought of the female out of his mind, but the scented blanket wouldn't allow that. He drifted off slowly as he listened to her soft breathing in the bed.
Damn hormones.
~~~
Vejiita snapped awake silently as he felt that all-too-familiar ki enter the outer room. He scowled. 'The moron! Already?' He stayed still as he felt the idiot open the door to the bedroom silently.
"Nappa!" he snapped.
The large man jumped and glanced in the chair. "Vejiita-sama?!"
The blue-haired onna blinked awake and gasped as she saw the bulky figure that stood in the doorway. "Vejiita?" she whispered suddenly.
"Nappa, you are a complete fool. You should know better! Twice in one night? Idiot! Go back to your rooms; you are confined there! That's an order! I'm staying with the female until your punishment is dealt, so you may as well give up. And my father has already been informed. Get. Out. Now!"
The man fled quickly and Vejiita stared at the dark doorway angrily. "Damn fool."
"Thanks again," Buruma said suddenly, curling up into her blankets. Vejiita grunted and got out of the chair, stretching out the kink in his neck. He could feel the little female's eyes on his back as he walked to the door, shutting it again. He padded softly back to the chair, grimacing as he sat down. Damn thing was uncomfortable.
"Vejiita?"
"What?"
"Um... is it too uncomfortable in the chair?"
He growled. "No, it's just fucking fine."
"You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor or something."
"Hell no."
She sighed. "Share it with me?"
"HELL NO!"
She smirked. "Oh. Scared to huh?"
"No. Just don't want to get that damn close to something as hideous as you are."
She growled suddenly and Vejiita had to blink. 'Whoa, that was incredibly sexy.'
"Relax, Onna. Sleep."
She snorted and buried her head into the pillows, falling into sleep in only moments. Vejiita shook his head slightly as he followed her example.
~~~
AN: *grins* I've made Nappa stupider than normal! Moron! *Cheers* I'm weird... *shakes head*
Lovies!
