Lost

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By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)

Chapter Four: Vejiita's Frustration

Vejiita woke immediately, feeling the odd sensation that he was being watched. He blinked in confusion and his first thought was to wonder where the hell he was. He glanced around the semi-familiar room, recognizing the layout. He was in the royal wing of the palace. He relaxed marginally, relieved not to wake up to find himself aboard Furiza's ship. He suddenly remembered the events from the night before, and scowled as he glanced at the bed. His scowl deepened when he found the blue-haired female staring at him. Why the hell didn't he notice her before?

"Good morning, Vejiita," she greeted softly, her deep blue eyes staring into his, a slight frown on her face. He was beginning to get a little unnerved by her searching gaze.

He grunted in slight acknowledgment and rose from the chair, stretching as he did so. His tail straightened out behind him as he stretched and then wound itself around his waist. He glanced at the female in the large bed, scowling again when he noticed she was still staring at him. "What the hell are you looking at, Onna?" he demanded irritably.

She shrugged slightly, but her gaze didn't move from his. "What were you dreaming about?" she asked suddenly.

He was so startled he betrayed himself with a blink. "What?"

She blushed to his amazement and looked away. 'She's even more adorable when she's just woken up... What? Damn her!' He pushed aside the attraction and crossed his arms angrily.

"Well, Onna?"

"I just... watched you sleep for a while. You seemed to be having a nightmare. I was just... concerned."

He repressed the snarl he wanted to voice. She woke before him and he didn't even sense it? He was *always* alert to his surroundings. Years with Furiza taught him to be. "Nothing, Onna. I don't even remember. Get dressed. We need to go meet my father now," he growled.

She nodded and rose from the bed, wearing nothing by that infuriating thin nightgown. And he wanted nothing more than to rip it off her. Damn that Onna! "Um, do you mind?"

He blinked and snarled, stalking out of the bedroom to wait in the sitting room. He paced angrily back and forth in the large room. The stupid Onna wasn't even affected by him in the least! Damn her! Here he was, the Saiyajin no Ouji, the strongest Saiyajin in generations, conditioned by a monster, and genetically enhanced to feel nothing. Nothing! And he was lusting... fucking lusting after a human, weak, blue!, onna! And she wasn't even affected by him at all!

He growled at the sound of the bedroom door opening behind him, and swung around to face the source of his frustrations and anger. He refrained, by sheer will alone, from glancing down at her scantily clad form. Could that dress get *any* shorter? Or the top any *lower*? He nearly groaned. He settled for another growl and motioned her to follow him out of the room and next door to his. He pointed to a chair and said, "Sit."

She blinked and placed her hands on her hips, scowling at him. "Excuse me, but I'm not a dog."

He glared at her and walked over to her, placed his large hands on her thin waist, amazed that they nearly fit all the way around, and picked her up. She squealed and protested, but they were ignored. Vejiita walked over to the chair and dropped her, too gently for his peace of mind, in it. "Stay," he growled angrily and stalked into his bedroom to change into his royal armor. And to get the feel of her supple waist under his strong hands out of his mind.

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Vejiita walked out of the room an hour later to find a very impatient onna on his hands. He was proud he didn't show the slight flush he was beginning to feel just thinking of what he had been doing that took so long. He had found it too hard to forget the feel of her, after all.

"About time, Vejiita!" she snapped. "Geez, what the hell did you do in there?"

He growled warningly at her and stalked from the room, his gold-tipped boots clicking softly down the empty hall. He could hear the Onna run to follow him and smirked at the weakling. She glared back at him, but slowed to walk beside him. When they reached the exit to the wing, he walked passed the guards stationed there, never paying them a glance. That female had other ideas.

"Toma!" she greeted happily, stopping to talk with the largest of the three guards. He glanced at her and smiled.

Vejiita stopped and turned to look at the display, a strange feeling welling up in him, and a fierce scowl on his face.

"Hey, Buruma," he addressed amiably. "How was your night?"

"Eventful. Yours?"

He grinned. "Sparred a bit. Slept. Nothing big."

She smiled in return and opened her mouth to reply, but Vejiita's snarl stopped her. She glanced back at him curiously.

"Onna, now!" he hissed. "I don't have fucking time to waste standing around while you chat up the guards!"

She rolled her eyes. "Vejiita, it's not *my* fault you have to guard me."

"Yes, it is. If you weren't so pathetically weak-"

She snarled and stalked up to him, poking him in the chest angrily. He blinked and looked down at the finger that continued to prod at him. "You are an egotistical bastard, you know that?"

He smirked, grabbed her hand with his gloved one, and flipped her around so that her back was to his chest, pinning her there. "I suggest, Onna," he sneered, "you keep your hands to yourself."

She cursed at him, struggling violently and he chuckled against her hair. "Onna no Baka. Too pathetically weak to work." He took a quick glance at the guard called Toma, nearly snarling as he noticed the fool's obvious wish to come and intervene. Like he'd hurt the weakling. He'd rather kiss her.

He released her suddenly and stepped away from her. "Come, Onna. My father is waiting," he told her, striding away from the flabbergasted female.

He glanced back to see the female wave at the weak guard and hurry to catch up to him. He glared at her angrily and stalked his way to his father's throne room, cursing his sudden jealousy and the female beside him, who could care fucking less.

He threw open the double doors, and strolled through them, his very posture letting his father know he was not happy. He caught the old man's amused smirk before it disappeared and Vejiita glared at the King. 'Damn you, Father.'

"Ah, Vejiita, Buruma, nice to see you two this morning. How was your sleep?" he asked, and although Vejiita couldn't prove it, he was positive his father was insinuating something he didn't even want to think of. He shot another glare at his father before answering.

"Just fine, *Father*," he hissed. "A chair is so comfortable to sleep in, you should try it sometime."

Vejiita-ou laughed aloud, and turned to the female beside his son. "Buruma, I am sorry for Nappa's actions last night. I would have had my brat kill him immediately, of course, but with the war with Furiza, I do not want to lose such a powerful soldier."

Buruma nodded in understanding. "I understand that." She paused. "Is it really necessary for me to trail Vejiita all day?" she asked.

The King blinked in surprise and glanced at his son, who was careful to keep all emotion from his face. He knew his father was wondering why he hadn't yelled at her about the informal way she addressed him. He never let *anyone* get away with that, outside of his father. And Furiza, he reminded himself angrily.

His father didn't say anything, and Vejiita was relieved. "I apologize, Buruma, but he is stronger than Nappa and more than suitable protection from him."

"Okay," she conceded reluctantly.

"Father," Vejiita began, turning to the King. "I wish to spar today. I cannot do that with her following me."

"Find a way, brat," the king snapped.

Vejiita repressed the urge to argue and nodded curtly. "Fine, Father."

"Furiza sent a communication to me this morning," Vejiita-ou said suddenly serious.

Vejiita's raised eyebrow was his only display of emotion.

"He's coming here to demand to know why a Saiyajin fought against him on Earth," he relayed to the two, with a pointed glance at Buruma.

"Is he all right?" she asked worriedly.

King Vejiita snorted slightly. "He's alive, but I wouldn't say he's all right. Furiza has ways of... hurting people."

Buruma nodded, her eyes wide. "I remember," she whispered.

Vejiita glanced at the female beside him in surprise before he looked back towards his father. "How long?"

"Tonight."

"Tonight?!" both Vejiita and Buruma exclaimed in shock.

Buruma suddenly gasped. "But what happens when he finds me here? I'm human and he'll know I came from Earth." She paled suddenly. "And... he knows who I am." Vejiita glanced at her again, and found himself worried she was going to start to shake or faint... or something else equally weak. He was shocked, and grudgingly proud, awed even, by her when she blinked once and stood still, just as if nothing happened. Furiza was scary. Even he was terrified of the monster, and this weak female with no ki to speak of, who knew some of what that lizard was capable of, and she only showed a moment of terror before she stood proud and bravely. This was definitely a female he could be proud to take as a mate. He nearly smacked his forehead. 'Stupid fool! She's human, not a Saiyajin. Human, weak, and too damn pretty for her own good! Idiot! Such a fool I am!'

King Vejiita suddenly looked at Buruma and nodded. He glanced at his son and gave him a regretful look. And suddenly, Vejiita was very, very afraid of what horrible torture his father was going to order him to do this time.

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