Second Chances
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Dragonball or the characters. I just like to write with them... without permission of course. ^_^
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Loading
Buruma watched critically as the supplies were loaded into the gigantic spacecraft, checking each off her mental list as they were carted into the ship. She watched at Suiito passed her for the sixth time, sighing irritably at the incredible amount of *food* they were bringing. 'Saiyajin and their stomachs!'
"Onna."
She blinked in surprise and turned around to find the scowling Saiyajin no Ouji standing behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. "Yes?" she asked curiously. She had been on Vejiita-sei two days already, and had rarely talked to the surly Saiyajin no Ouji. They both seemed to be avoiding the other, Buruma thought. She didn't much care; he scared the *hell* out of her. Of course, she tried not to let him know that. She could just imagine what the sadistic bastard would do with that knowledge.
"How long?" he demanded gruffly.
She shrugged carelessly. "Well, we need to load all the food you Saiyajin demand in there, personal belongings, maintenance supplies, fuel, run a systems check, stuff like that."
"How long?" he snapped out.
She shot him a glare. "I have no idea, Vejiita. Tomorrow morning."
Nodding curtly, he swung around and strode out of the hanger, passing his okaasama in the large doorway. He scowled as she gave him an odd look, growling warningly at her before disappearing down the hall. Kyuuri chuckled softly, and walked silently up behind the blue-haired human who was watching over their supplies.
"Buruma?"
The frail woman turned around, blinking in surprise when she realized the Queen of Vejiita-sei was behind her. "Yes, Kyuuri-sama?"
"Just checking things out," the Queen replied, smiling mysteriously.
Buruma blinked and cocked her head. "I see."
"How is everything coming?" the tiny Saiyajin female asked, looking over the large stack of containers still laid out recklessly around the outside of the ship.
"It's coming, I suppose," Buruma replied with a sigh, her eyes moving from the Queen to glance at the mess. Rubbing a finger over her temple, she frowned thoughtfully. "I can't believe how much food you Saiyajin need to eat."
Giving a soft laugh, the Queen nodded at the comment. "Yes, we do eat a lot. Metabolism and ki levels. It has a very scientific reason for it, but I never cared to find out. I could have a file sent to you of Saiyajin physiology if you would like."
Nodding quickly, Buruma gave the tiny Queen a grateful smile. "I'm a scientist. I love researching things like that. I'd appreciate it very much. Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Oh, you're more than welcome. Don't let my son find out, though. The file will also tell you about our weaknesses, and he'd be furious."
Buruma grimaced. "I imagine."
Laughing again, Kyuuri shook her head. "He's an odd one, you know. And please, Buruma, call me Kyuuri, if you would."
"Your Majesty?" a voice interrupted quietly.
Both women turned to glance at the Saiyajin behind them. Kyuuri sighed. "Yes, Zanaho?"
"His Majesty requests your presence."
"I see. Thank you, Zanaho. I'll be there shortly."
The longhaired Saiyajin saluted with a hand to his chest, turning to walk away.
"Zanaho?" the Queen called suddenly, causing the Saiyajin to glance back.
"Yes?"
"How is Kur'i oko?"
Zanaho smirked and shrugged. "She's female, and moody. But fine."
"Good. Tell her hello for me."
"I will," he replied, turning to leave again. The Queen winked at Buruma.
"He's a quiet and very serious, but I like him. My mate is quite frustrated with my... whims on taking middle-class warriors and placing them in guard positions in the palace. He's one of my favorites, as is his mate."
"I see," Buruma replied, suddenly finding she liked the Queen even more than her original impression. "He does seem polite."
The Queen nodded. "He is. Anyway, I must find out what my mate needs. I shall see you at dinner tonight."
"Of course," Buruma agreed, smiling. "I wouldn't miss another argument with your son for the world!" she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.
Kyuuri giggled and nodded slightly to the woman. "He is a rude one, no? Anyway, I must go," the little Queen said, walking gracefully from the hanger.
Shaking her head, the blue-haired genius turned back to find Suiito walking over to her. "Suiito?"
"Where are you personal belongings?" he asked gruffly.
Blinking, she patted her pocket. "Here. I have them in capsules. Why?"
He grunted. "Then you don't need us to move them into the ship," he stated, swinging back around and walking away.
Shaking her head again, Buruma had to smile a little at the gruff Saiyajin. 'The whole race is rude.' She sighed, and started barking out orders to the other Saiyajin present, determined to get as much done before dinner as possible.
~~~
The blue-haired woman tiredly trudged down the large hallway towards her temporary home to prepare for dinner. After finally getting most of the supplies loaded, a fire had started in the engine because someone decided to sabotage the ship. It angered her greatly, and she had screamed for nearly a half-hour at the Saiyajin present. She *really* wanted to know who would dare sabotage the ship. She'd have to take it up with one of the royal family at dinner.
Glowering down at the floor, she slowly made her way around a corner, grunting as she hit something hard. She stumbled back, attempting to keep her balance, but failed, and landed on her rear end hard. She glanced up in anger and opened her mouth to snarl at the person who so rudely knocked her down, when she blinked.
"Son-kun?"
The young Saiyajin grinned apologetically, and held a hand out for her. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, pulling her to her feet when she placed a tiny hand in his.
She shook her head irritably, waving a hand. "It's fine, Son-kun. I'm just bitchy, don't mind me."
He nodded slightly. "I was looking for you."
She blinked. "Why?"
"Vejiita no Ouji set me on guard duty after the King ordered you protected. After the sabotage incident."
"Oh."
He grinned. "I hope I won't bother you too much."
She smiled tiredly. "Not at all, Son-kun. I just need to head to my quarters to change and shower before dinner."
"Come then," he said, gently leading her through the halls, despite the fact she knew where they were located. "My name is Kakarotto, you know," he told her suddenly.
She blushed slightly. "I know. I'm just... you are the same as my best friend, and I always call him Son-kun. I'll try to call you by your name."
He shrugged. "Son-kun is fine."
"Thank you," she whispered just as they reached her door. She pressed the access code in the pad beside the door, and motioned the large warrior inside. After shutting the door behind them, she padded softly towards the bedroom area, glancing once more back at the other version of her best friend. "Wait here, I'll be right back," she said, winking mysteriously, and disappearing into the bedroom.
~~~
AN: Zanaho's not really mine, and neither is Kur'i oko. They were sort of 'created' for me by Akumude, and I had permission to use them here.
Lovies!
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Dragonball or the characters. I just like to write with them... without permission of course. ^_^
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Loading
Buruma watched critically as the supplies were loaded into the gigantic spacecraft, checking each off her mental list as they were carted into the ship. She watched at Suiito passed her for the sixth time, sighing irritably at the incredible amount of *food* they were bringing. 'Saiyajin and their stomachs!'
"Onna."
She blinked in surprise and turned around to find the scowling Saiyajin no Ouji standing behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. "Yes?" she asked curiously. She had been on Vejiita-sei two days already, and had rarely talked to the surly Saiyajin no Ouji. They both seemed to be avoiding the other, Buruma thought. She didn't much care; he scared the *hell* out of her. Of course, she tried not to let him know that. She could just imagine what the sadistic bastard would do with that knowledge.
"How long?" he demanded gruffly.
She shrugged carelessly. "Well, we need to load all the food you Saiyajin demand in there, personal belongings, maintenance supplies, fuel, run a systems check, stuff like that."
"How long?" he snapped out.
She shot him a glare. "I have no idea, Vejiita. Tomorrow morning."
Nodding curtly, he swung around and strode out of the hanger, passing his okaasama in the large doorway. He scowled as she gave him an odd look, growling warningly at her before disappearing down the hall. Kyuuri chuckled softly, and walked silently up behind the blue-haired human who was watching over their supplies.
"Buruma?"
The frail woman turned around, blinking in surprise when she realized the Queen of Vejiita-sei was behind her. "Yes, Kyuuri-sama?"
"Just checking things out," the Queen replied, smiling mysteriously.
Buruma blinked and cocked her head. "I see."
"How is everything coming?" the tiny Saiyajin female asked, looking over the large stack of containers still laid out recklessly around the outside of the ship.
"It's coming, I suppose," Buruma replied with a sigh, her eyes moving from the Queen to glance at the mess. Rubbing a finger over her temple, she frowned thoughtfully. "I can't believe how much food you Saiyajin need to eat."
Giving a soft laugh, the Queen nodded at the comment. "Yes, we do eat a lot. Metabolism and ki levels. It has a very scientific reason for it, but I never cared to find out. I could have a file sent to you of Saiyajin physiology if you would like."
Nodding quickly, Buruma gave the tiny Queen a grateful smile. "I'm a scientist. I love researching things like that. I'd appreciate it very much. Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Oh, you're more than welcome. Don't let my son find out, though. The file will also tell you about our weaknesses, and he'd be furious."
Buruma grimaced. "I imagine."
Laughing again, Kyuuri shook her head. "He's an odd one, you know. And please, Buruma, call me Kyuuri, if you would."
"Your Majesty?" a voice interrupted quietly.
Both women turned to glance at the Saiyajin behind them. Kyuuri sighed. "Yes, Zanaho?"
"His Majesty requests your presence."
"I see. Thank you, Zanaho. I'll be there shortly."
The longhaired Saiyajin saluted with a hand to his chest, turning to walk away.
"Zanaho?" the Queen called suddenly, causing the Saiyajin to glance back.
"Yes?"
"How is Kur'i oko?"
Zanaho smirked and shrugged. "She's female, and moody. But fine."
"Good. Tell her hello for me."
"I will," he replied, turning to leave again. The Queen winked at Buruma.
"He's a quiet and very serious, but I like him. My mate is quite frustrated with my... whims on taking middle-class warriors and placing them in guard positions in the palace. He's one of my favorites, as is his mate."
"I see," Buruma replied, suddenly finding she liked the Queen even more than her original impression. "He does seem polite."
The Queen nodded. "He is. Anyway, I must find out what my mate needs. I shall see you at dinner tonight."
"Of course," Buruma agreed, smiling. "I wouldn't miss another argument with your son for the world!" she said, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.
Kyuuri giggled and nodded slightly to the woman. "He is a rude one, no? Anyway, I must go," the little Queen said, walking gracefully from the hanger.
Shaking her head, the blue-haired genius turned back to find Suiito walking over to her. "Suiito?"
"Where are you personal belongings?" he asked gruffly.
Blinking, she patted her pocket. "Here. I have them in capsules. Why?"
He grunted. "Then you don't need us to move them into the ship," he stated, swinging back around and walking away.
Shaking her head again, Buruma had to smile a little at the gruff Saiyajin. 'The whole race is rude.' She sighed, and started barking out orders to the other Saiyajin present, determined to get as much done before dinner as possible.
~~~
The blue-haired woman tiredly trudged down the large hallway towards her temporary home to prepare for dinner. After finally getting most of the supplies loaded, a fire had started in the engine because someone decided to sabotage the ship. It angered her greatly, and she had screamed for nearly a half-hour at the Saiyajin present. She *really* wanted to know who would dare sabotage the ship. She'd have to take it up with one of the royal family at dinner.
Glowering down at the floor, she slowly made her way around a corner, grunting as she hit something hard. She stumbled back, attempting to keep her balance, but failed, and landed on her rear end hard. She glanced up in anger and opened her mouth to snarl at the person who so rudely knocked her down, when she blinked.
"Son-kun?"
The young Saiyajin grinned apologetically, and held a hand out for her. "I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, pulling her to her feet when she placed a tiny hand in his.
She shook her head irritably, waving a hand. "It's fine, Son-kun. I'm just bitchy, don't mind me."
He nodded slightly. "I was looking for you."
She blinked. "Why?"
"Vejiita no Ouji set me on guard duty after the King ordered you protected. After the sabotage incident."
"Oh."
He grinned. "I hope I won't bother you too much."
She smiled tiredly. "Not at all, Son-kun. I just need to head to my quarters to change and shower before dinner."
"Come then," he said, gently leading her through the halls, despite the fact she knew where they were located. "My name is Kakarotto, you know," he told her suddenly.
She blushed slightly. "I know. I'm just... you are the same as my best friend, and I always call him Son-kun. I'll try to call you by your name."
He shrugged. "Son-kun is fine."
"Thank you," she whispered just as they reached her door. She pressed the access code in the pad beside the door, and motioned the large warrior inside. After shutting the door behind them, she padded softly towards the bedroom area, glancing once more back at the other version of her best friend. "Wait here, I'll be right back," she said, winking mysteriously, and disappearing into the bedroom.
~~~
AN: Zanaho's not really mine, and neither is Kur'i oko. They were sort of 'created' for me by Akumude, and I had permission to use them here.
Lovies!
