Lost
Disclaimer: O_o You people have seriously bad taste if you think I'm THAT good.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Six: Aftermath
It was gone.
That was the only thought that kept echoing in the Saiyajin no Ouji's mind as he tried to process that. His home, his throne, his entire race, gone in a flash. He could feel the familiar blank mask fall over his face as realization set in, and he stared out at the place where his planet had once been.
"Oh, my God," the female beside him murmured softly.
He ignored her. His planet, his people, his home was gone. In a *fucking* instant. He had been completely numb at first, and now he began to fill rage bubble up inside of him. That *freak* had destroyed *his* planet! *His* home! *His* birthright! Furiza had killed his entire race! His father, the man *he* had to kill in order to claim his throne! It was all gone!
He growled loudly, startling the woman beside him. She looked over at him, concerned about his reaction. She saw his blank expression, and her brow furrowed slightly. "Vejiita?"
When he didn't appear to even hear her, she sighed and unbuckled herself. Glancing at him a bit warily, she moved in front of the furious warrior to glance at the controls. She silently thanked her father for teaching her written Saiyago as well as the spoken language, and was able to quickly start their ship off in the right direction. Having done that, she turned to stare at the still silent Saiyajin no Ouji.
He was still sporting the blank face, although he was now clenching a fist and a jaw muscle was twitching slightly. "Vejiita?"
He didn't acknowledge her again, and she frowned slightly in concern. "Vejiita, are you okay?" Again, no answer from him. She knelt in front of the chair and looked up into his blank face. "Vejiita, talk to me, damn it!" she snapped, resting a hand on his forearm lightly. She realized as soon as she had done that, it was a mistake, but before she could remove her hand, she had been knocked back hard, sending her into the wall with a soft thud. She slumped to the floor.
Vejiita blinked suddenly, and frowned as he glanced over to see the blue-haired genius slumped on the floor a few feet away from him, rubbing the back of her head. She looked up at him suddenly, and he scowled at the half-angry, half-frightened look in her cerulean eyes.
"Bastard," she hissed, standing up and walking somewhat stiffly towards the far corner of the tiny ship, as far away from him as physically possible, and pulled her knees to her chest.
He turned his gaze from her to stare at the screen again, watching as the place his planet had once been faded.
~~~
A few hours later, Vejiita finally snapped out of his rage-filled comatose state. He blinked rapidly and pushed back the anger, glancing at the ship's course. His eyebrow rose in surprise to find the course already set for Mycetes. Sighing, he unbuckled himself and stretched. 'I'm tired...'
Glancing behind, he frowned as he spied the blue-haired human female he had the pleasure of spending four days in the tiny ship with. Asleep on the floor, leaning against the wall, and curled into a tight ball. 'What the...?' He suddenly winced as he remembered the look of anger and fear in her eyes earlier. Caused by his actions. He growled softly. 'Stupid female should have known not to touch me... It was her own fault, why should I care? Stupid bitch.'
Truly told, he felt guilty. He didn't understand that odd feeling; he had knocked many people, warriors and females, around. Why the hell should this one be any different? 'Because she's weak. Such a fragile little thing.' He shook his head mentally, and tore his eyes from the slumbering female to glance about the tiny ship. He had forgotten the small pods didn't come equipped with beds. Grumbling under his breath about his stupid father, he padded softly over to the female.
Staring down at her for a long moment, he debated whether to pick her up or not. 'Sleeping like that has to be painful...' Snarling, he wondered why the hell it bothered him how she chose to sleep. So what if it was because of her new fear of him that she chose to fall asleep there? It was beneath his notice.
Or it should have been.
He knelt in front of her and placed a gloved hand on her side, shaking her gently. "Onna, wake up!"
Her eyes snapped open in alarm and her body shot away from him, or tired to. She ended up slamming her head and back into the wall, and he winced as she did so. "Leave me alone!" she snapped, eyeing him warily.
He looked away from her eyes, not wanting to see the fear reflected there and glared at a spot above her head. "Onna, you can't sleep on the floor."
"Why not?" she demanded waspishly.
He sighed. "Just sleep in the chair while I find a few blankets in the compartments around here."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
He growled and lowered his angry eyes to her blue ones. "Just fucking do it, Onna!"
She flinched and nodded, pulling herself to her feet and skirting around him. He closed his eyes as she did so, shocked at the pain it caused him. Pain that she feared him now. He stood up when he sensed that she had done as he told her, and sat in the chair. He rummaged around the small ship until he found where they kept the blankets, relieved when he found two of them. He'd never be able to control his lust around her if they had to share.
He walked back towards the female with the blankets, and gently tossed one into her lap. Then sitting beside her, he unfolded the other and put it over him. He sensed as she did the same, edging towards the far side of the seat, away from him. "Knock it off!" he barked, causing her to flinch again.
"Knock what off?" she demanded angrily, and Vejiita found himself relieved that although she now feared him, she still kept her fiery temper.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Onna," he growled, closing his eyes and leaning into the seat. "You don't have to scoot away like that."
He heard a faint snort come from her. "You already hurt me, Vejiita."
He growled and opened an eye to look at her. "I did not mean to, Onna. I wasn't quite aware of you and when you touched me, it was instinctive."
"And is that supposed to make it all better?! You didn't care even after you saw what happened!"
"You were fine and conscious, and my mind was occupied with controlling my anger, Onna. If I had unleashed it, we'd have both been killed. I suggest you thank me."
He snickered as she growled loudly at him. "You egotistical bastard! You throw me into the wall and I should *thank* you for that?!"
He gave her a smirk. "No, you should thank me for controlling myself from doing more."
Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she leaned towards him. Before he realized what she was going to do, her hand came across his face, in what was probably a hard slap for her. And he believed it was at the sudden gasp and clutching of the hand that had stuck him, not to mention her eyes widening and tears flooding them.
"Moron!" he hissed sitting up, amazed that she had the nerve to lay a hand on him. He was actually relieved, oddly. He realized that her fear of him striking her was diminishing, but her fear of hitting *him* was rising. He reached a hand out and grabbed her wrist suddenly bringing her hand towards him. "Stupid Onna, you shouldn't have done that!"
She nodded weakly, a tear spilling out. "I know that *now*," she whispered.
He snorted and examined her hand gently, carefully avoiding looking into her eyes. The eyes that would show the pain he had caused her, twice. Once by striking her, and the other for her slap. "It doesn't appear to be broken, but you might have a hairline fracture from the way you wince. We'll have it checked out on Mycetes. Unfortunately, these ships are lacking in medical supplies."
He felt her nod, and he found himself reluctant to release her hand, but forced the gloved fingers to open and it was immediately retracted. "Next time you want to slap me, warn me ahead of time. I'll lower my ki and you won't break a hand."
Visibly starting, she nodded slightly in confusion. "Thanks," she murmured softly, curling the blanket around her tightly, being careful of her injured hand.
He grunted in acknowledgment before pressing a button to turn off the inside lights. Leaning back into his chair, he closed his eyes and forced himself into a half-relaxed state. Not that he was ever relaxed, but enough to drift into slumber. He found himself listening to her quiet breathing, and found, to his horror, it was strangely soothing. 'What the hell is she doing to me?' He suddenly cracked an eye open to look at her, finding her nearly asleep. "Onna."
"Hmmm?" she said, opening sleepy eyes to glance at him.
"I... regret hurting you earlier. It was not my intention."
She blinked, startled. Nodding in acceptance, she smiled gently at him. "Forgiven. I'm sorry I slapped you."
He snorted. "Didn't even feel it."
"Goodnight, Vejiita."
"Hn."
~~~
Vejiita snapped awake and threw himself out of the large chair, and fell into a crumpled heap on the floor. He knelt on the cool surface, gasping for breath, his eyes closed. 'Fuck.' He had just dreamt of his planets destruction, his father's screams of pain and rage, Furiza's cruel, mocking laughter. He heard the scorn of his dead race, taunting him for his weakness, his cowardice, and his failure. He wasn't the Legendary. He wasn't strong enough. He fled as his planet was destroyed, and he hadn't immediately gone back when he had found out what that monster had done.
He was no longer worthy of the name Saiyajin. He was no longer worthy of the throne, of the Vejiita name, of his damn tail. He was a weak, helpless fool. He should have died with them. He should have died with his race. He shouldn't have left to save some worthless human female with no ki. They should have stayed, and been destroyed just as his planet had.
He was a failure. A weak fool who didn't deserve the life he still had. He didn't deserve that. He should have died with them, as a Saiyajin no Ouji should! He wasn't worthy of his title.
'Why did he send me away? Damn you, Father! Damn you! I should have died there! I should have destroyed the abomination known as Furiza or died with my people, my home, and my planet! I should have died, do you hear me, Father! I want to die, damn you! I should have died...'
He felt wetness on his hand and gasped in shock as he looked down. 'Tears? I'm... crying?' He snarled and pulled himself up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand furiously. Tears were for the weak, and he wouldn't be weak!
"Vejiita?" a sleepy voice intruded on his turbulent mind, and he snarled again, his face away from her.
"Go back to sleep," he told the female gruffly, hoping his voice was as bland as ever.
"Vejiita? Are you okay?"
Shit. His voice was even failing him. "Yes!! Leave me alone!" he snapped, still not facing her. He would be damned if he allowed her to see him... *crying*! Damn stupid female, he should just kill her and get it over with. His father was no longer alive; it wasn't *his* duty to protect her. His deceased father promised the human.
"Vejiita?" her soft voice laced with concern asked again, and he could feel her stand from her chair behind him.
He growled warningly. "Onna, I'm warning you right now, leave me alone!"
It was apparent she wasn't going to listen to him when he felt her come up beside him and then in front of him. He didn't move away from her gaze, despite his mind screaming at him to. He wouldn't give into the cowardice of the act.
She gasped suddenly as she looked into his face and he swung his gaze up to glare at her. "Happy? Leave me be, damn you!"
Buruma got an odd look on her face that took Vejiita a few moments to place. Sympathy. He snarled and swung away from her. "Vejiita, it's okay-"
Growling, he turned back towards her and had her pinned to the wall of the ship within a half-moment. "It's *not* okay, human! My entire race, my home, my throne, my damn planet is *gone*!" he hissed, his face a breath away from hers.
She still had that sympathetic and sad look on her face, and Vejiita was shocked to find it held no fear, despite the fact just a few short hours ago she had been afraid of him, and now he held her pressed roughly against the wall. "Mine is gone, too," she whispered to him, her voice cracking.
For once, Vejiita couldn't reply. He had forgotten in his own anger and misery at his planet's destruction that Furiza had also blown up hers.
"I understand, Vejiita," she said, her voice soft. And he found himself responding to the soothing quality of it immediately. He blinked in shock as the anger just... fled. And all that was left was pain. Not for any one person, but for his entire life that had been taken from him. His father, whom he respected, whom he could no longer kill for the throne. For his lost kingdom, for his home. Pain and loss at having... nothing.
He released her suddenly, and stepped away from her, only to fall to his knees. He looked down in surprise to find his hand shaking violently and another wet drop fell to it. He blinked and yet another one fell. 'Why am I crying? I didn't care for them... I didn't care for anyone... Why does it hurt?'
Movement in front of him caused him to look up sharply, and he found the blue-haired female kneeling in front of him, her own pain showing on her face. "Vejiita, I know it hurts, and I know you're proud and angry, but you-"
He growled and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened, but whatever she was going to say was lost as he suddenly kissed her.
~~~
AN: ^_^
Lovies!
Disclaimer: O_o You people have seriously bad taste if you think I'm THAT good.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Six: Aftermath
It was gone.
That was the only thought that kept echoing in the Saiyajin no Ouji's mind as he tried to process that. His home, his throne, his entire race, gone in a flash. He could feel the familiar blank mask fall over his face as realization set in, and he stared out at the place where his planet had once been.
"Oh, my God," the female beside him murmured softly.
He ignored her. His planet, his people, his home was gone. In a *fucking* instant. He had been completely numb at first, and now he began to fill rage bubble up inside of him. That *freak* had destroyed *his* planet! *His* home! *His* birthright! Furiza had killed his entire race! His father, the man *he* had to kill in order to claim his throne! It was all gone!
He growled loudly, startling the woman beside him. She looked over at him, concerned about his reaction. She saw his blank expression, and her brow furrowed slightly. "Vejiita?"
When he didn't appear to even hear her, she sighed and unbuckled herself. Glancing at him a bit warily, she moved in front of the furious warrior to glance at the controls. She silently thanked her father for teaching her written Saiyago as well as the spoken language, and was able to quickly start their ship off in the right direction. Having done that, she turned to stare at the still silent Saiyajin no Ouji.
He was still sporting the blank face, although he was now clenching a fist and a jaw muscle was twitching slightly. "Vejiita?"
He didn't acknowledge her again, and she frowned slightly in concern. "Vejiita, are you okay?" Again, no answer from him. She knelt in front of the chair and looked up into his blank face. "Vejiita, talk to me, damn it!" she snapped, resting a hand on his forearm lightly. She realized as soon as she had done that, it was a mistake, but before she could remove her hand, she had been knocked back hard, sending her into the wall with a soft thud. She slumped to the floor.
Vejiita blinked suddenly, and frowned as he glanced over to see the blue-haired genius slumped on the floor a few feet away from him, rubbing the back of her head. She looked up at him suddenly, and he scowled at the half-angry, half-frightened look in her cerulean eyes.
"Bastard," she hissed, standing up and walking somewhat stiffly towards the far corner of the tiny ship, as far away from him as physically possible, and pulled her knees to her chest.
He turned his gaze from her to stare at the screen again, watching as the place his planet had once been faded.
~~~
A few hours later, Vejiita finally snapped out of his rage-filled comatose state. He blinked rapidly and pushed back the anger, glancing at the ship's course. His eyebrow rose in surprise to find the course already set for Mycetes. Sighing, he unbuckled himself and stretched. 'I'm tired...'
Glancing behind, he frowned as he spied the blue-haired human female he had the pleasure of spending four days in the tiny ship with. Asleep on the floor, leaning against the wall, and curled into a tight ball. 'What the...?' He suddenly winced as he remembered the look of anger and fear in her eyes earlier. Caused by his actions. He growled softly. 'Stupid female should have known not to touch me... It was her own fault, why should I care? Stupid bitch.'
Truly told, he felt guilty. He didn't understand that odd feeling; he had knocked many people, warriors and females, around. Why the hell should this one be any different? 'Because she's weak. Such a fragile little thing.' He shook his head mentally, and tore his eyes from the slumbering female to glance about the tiny ship. He had forgotten the small pods didn't come equipped with beds. Grumbling under his breath about his stupid father, he padded softly over to the female.
Staring down at her for a long moment, he debated whether to pick her up or not. 'Sleeping like that has to be painful...' Snarling, he wondered why the hell it bothered him how she chose to sleep. So what if it was because of her new fear of him that she chose to fall asleep there? It was beneath his notice.
Or it should have been.
He knelt in front of her and placed a gloved hand on her side, shaking her gently. "Onna, wake up!"
Her eyes snapped open in alarm and her body shot away from him, or tired to. She ended up slamming her head and back into the wall, and he winced as she did so. "Leave me alone!" she snapped, eyeing him warily.
He looked away from her eyes, not wanting to see the fear reflected there and glared at a spot above her head. "Onna, you can't sleep on the floor."
"Why not?" she demanded waspishly.
He sighed. "Just sleep in the chair while I find a few blankets in the compartments around here."
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
He growled and lowered his angry eyes to her blue ones. "Just fucking do it, Onna!"
She flinched and nodded, pulling herself to her feet and skirting around him. He closed his eyes as she did so, shocked at the pain it caused him. Pain that she feared him now. He stood up when he sensed that she had done as he told her, and sat in the chair. He rummaged around the small ship until he found where they kept the blankets, relieved when he found two of them. He'd never be able to control his lust around her if they had to share.
He walked back towards the female with the blankets, and gently tossed one into her lap. Then sitting beside her, he unfolded the other and put it over him. He sensed as she did the same, edging towards the far side of the seat, away from him. "Knock it off!" he barked, causing her to flinch again.
"Knock what off?" she demanded angrily, and Vejiita found himself relieved that although she now feared him, she still kept her fiery temper.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Onna," he growled, closing his eyes and leaning into the seat. "You don't have to scoot away like that."
He heard a faint snort come from her. "You already hurt me, Vejiita."
He growled and opened an eye to look at her. "I did not mean to, Onna. I wasn't quite aware of you and when you touched me, it was instinctive."
"And is that supposed to make it all better?! You didn't care even after you saw what happened!"
"You were fine and conscious, and my mind was occupied with controlling my anger, Onna. If I had unleashed it, we'd have both been killed. I suggest you thank me."
He snickered as she growled loudly at him. "You egotistical bastard! You throw me into the wall and I should *thank* you for that?!"
He gave her a smirk. "No, you should thank me for controlling myself from doing more."
Her eyes suddenly narrowed and she leaned towards him. Before he realized what she was going to do, her hand came across his face, in what was probably a hard slap for her. And he believed it was at the sudden gasp and clutching of the hand that had stuck him, not to mention her eyes widening and tears flooding them.
"Moron!" he hissed sitting up, amazed that she had the nerve to lay a hand on him. He was actually relieved, oddly. He realized that her fear of him striking her was diminishing, but her fear of hitting *him* was rising. He reached a hand out and grabbed her wrist suddenly bringing her hand towards him. "Stupid Onna, you shouldn't have done that!"
She nodded weakly, a tear spilling out. "I know that *now*," she whispered.
He snorted and examined her hand gently, carefully avoiding looking into her eyes. The eyes that would show the pain he had caused her, twice. Once by striking her, and the other for her slap. "It doesn't appear to be broken, but you might have a hairline fracture from the way you wince. We'll have it checked out on Mycetes. Unfortunately, these ships are lacking in medical supplies."
He felt her nod, and he found himself reluctant to release her hand, but forced the gloved fingers to open and it was immediately retracted. "Next time you want to slap me, warn me ahead of time. I'll lower my ki and you won't break a hand."
Visibly starting, she nodded slightly in confusion. "Thanks," she murmured softly, curling the blanket around her tightly, being careful of her injured hand.
He grunted in acknowledgment before pressing a button to turn off the inside lights. Leaning back into his chair, he closed his eyes and forced himself into a half-relaxed state. Not that he was ever relaxed, but enough to drift into slumber. He found himself listening to her quiet breathing, and found, to his horror, it was strangely soothing. 'What the hell is she doing to me?' He suddenly cracked an eye open to look at her, finding her nearly asleep. "Onna."
"Hmmm?" she said, opening sleepy eyes to glance at him.
"I... regret hurting you earlier. It was not my intention."
She blinked, startled. Nodding in acceptance, she smiled gently at him. "Forgiven. I'm sorry I slapped you."
He snorted. "Didn't even feel it."
"Goodnight, Vejiita."
"Hn."
~~~
Vejiita snapped awake and threw himself out of the large chair, and fell into a crumpled heap on the floor. He knelt on the cool surface, gasping for breath, his eyes closed. 'Fuck.' He had just dreamt of his planets destruction, his father's screams of pain and rage, Furiza's cruel, mocking laughter. He heard the scorn of his dead race, taunting him for his weakness, his cowardice, and his failure. He wasn't the Legendary. He wasn't strong enough. He fled as his planet was destroyed, and he hadn't immediately gone back when he had found out what that monster had done.
He was no longer worthy of the name Saiyajin. He was no longer worthy of the throne, of the Vejiita name, of his damn tail. He was a weak, helpless fool. He should have died with them. He should have died with his race. He shouldn't have left to save some worthless human female with no ki. They should have stayed, and been destroyed just as his planet had.
He was a failure. A weak fool who didn't deserve the life he still had. He didn't deserve that. He should have died with them, as a Saiyajin no Ouji should! He wasn't worthy of his title.
'Why did he send me away? Damn you, Father! Damn you! I should have died there! I should have destroyed the abomination known as Furiza or died with my people, my home, and my planet! I should have died, do you hear me, Father! I want to die, damn you! I should have died...'
He felt wetness on his hand and gasped in shock as he looked down. 'Tears? I'm... crying?' He snarled and pulled himself up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand furiously. Tears were for the weak, and he wouldn't be weak!
"Vejiita?" a sleepy voice intruded on his turbulent mind, and he snarled again, his face away from her.
"Go back to sleep," he told the female gruffly, hoping his voice was as bland as ever.
"Vejiita? Are you okay?"
Shit. His voice was even failing him. "Yes!! Leave me alone!" he snapped, still not facing her. He would be damned if he allowed her to see him... *crying*! Damn stupid female, he should just kill her and get it over with. His father was no longer alive; it wasn't *his* duty to protect her. His deceased father promised the human.
"Vejiita?" her soft voice laced with concern asked again, and he could feel her stand from her chair behind him.
He growled warningly. "Onna, I'm warning you right now, leave me alone!"
It was apparent she wasn't going to listen to him when he felt her come up beside him and then in front of him. He didn't move away from her gaze, despite his mind screaming at him to. He wouldn't give into the cowardice of the act.
She gasped suddenly as she looked into his face and he swung his gaze up to glare at her. "Happy? Leave me be, damn you!"
Buruma got an odd look on her face that took Vejiita a few moments to place. Sympathy. He snarled and swung away from her. "Vejiita, it's okay-"
Growling, he turned back towards her and had her pinned to the wall of the ship within a half-moment. "It's *not* okay, human! My entire race, my home, my throne, my damn planet is *gone*!" he hissed, his face a breath away from hers.
She still had that sympathetic and sad look on her face, and Vejiita was shocked to find it held no fear, despite the fact just a few short hours ago she had been afraid of him, and now he held her pressed roughly against the wall. "Mine is gone, too," she whispered to him, her voice cracking.
For once, Vejiita couldn't reply. He had forgotten in his own anger and misery at his planet's destruction that Furiza had also blown up hers.
"I understand, Vejiita," she said, her voice soft. And he found himself responding to the soothing quality of it immediately. He blinked in shock as the anger just... fled. And all that was left was pain. Not for any one person, but for his entire life that had been taken from him. His father, whom he respected, whom he could no longer kill for the throne. For his lost kingdom, for his home. Pain and loss at having... nothing.
He released her suddenly, and stepped away from her, only to fall to his knees. He looked down in surprise to find his hand shaking violently and another wet drop fell to it. He blinked and yet another one fell. 'Why am I crying? I didn't care for them... I didn't care for anyone... Why does it hurt?'
Movement in front of him caused him to look up sharply, and he found the blue-haired female kneeling in front of him, her own pain showing on her face. "Vejiita, I know it hurts, and I know you're proud and angry, but you-"
He growled and grabbed her by the front of her shirt. Her eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened, but whatever she was going to say was lost as he suddenly kissed her.
~~~
AN: ^_^
Lovies!
