Sooner Than Expected
Disclaimer: I'm a female. Twenty-one years old. I'm not even OLD enough to create this! I was like six when it aired in Japan. I think. I know it was before I was ten! *Grins*
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Vejiita's Turmoil
Rating: R
Vejiita landed softly outside his balcony and entered the dark room silently. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and he padded lightly over to the bathroom, stripping off his spandex and armor as he went. He turned on the steaming hot water and stepped into the shower, hissing softly as the water stung his wounds. He watched as the water, stained pink with his blood circled down the drain.
He had left that morning, four days ago, and hadn't returned until now. He scowled. He was such a coward. Scared of that stupid human female.
He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went into his bedroom and pulled on another pair of spandex shorts. He left the room and padded softly down into the kitchen. Hunting was always invigorating and he'd done his fair share these past four days, but right then, he wanted water.
He entered the empty, dark kitchen and retrieved a glass, using the facet to fill it. He smirked to himself. It was a good thing he had decided to have Earth's culture, and have its languages programmed into his mind during the yearlong trip to this pathetic planet.
He snarled and clenched his hands, shattering the glass. If it hadn't been for his trip to this planet and those stupid dragonballs, he'd have never known defeat by that brain-damaged third-class fool! He would still be serving Furiza too, but in time, he'd have gained enough strength to defeat the lizard. He was sure of it.
He growled and stared at his injured hand. His father would be cursing him. He wasn't even worthy of being called a Saiyajin, let alone the Saiyajin no Ouji any longer. He didn't even have his beautiful tail any longer. He was stuck on this planet hoping a third-class fool would return so he could learn the secret to becoming what was supposed to be his destiny. His!
Now, look at him. A tail-less shadow of what he used to be. Tail-less warrior lusting after a loud, human weakling! He growled. His thoughts always led back to that ultimate humiliation. Did he not learn anything while under Furiza? Emotions only brought pain. Emotions were for the weak. The only thing worthy was strength. And pride.
He looked out the small window into the moon-less night. What was left for him? Find Kakarotto. And what then? Learn the secret. But after that? What if he couldn't achieve the legendary power? What if he failed at that as he did everything else!? Everything he touched, he destroyed. What about the blue-haired Onna?
He chuckled silently. He didn't want to destroy her. How ironic. He'd finally found something in his life he didn't want to destroy. Hell, he couldn't even think her name in the privacy of his thoughts. Yes, he knew her name but he was too weak to even think it to himself. Truly told, he was afraid to.
He scowled. What the hell was wrong with him? His head snapped up as his sensitive ears picked up the sound of soft footsteps entering the kitchen. He tensed as he sensed the familiar ki of the female that plagued him.
He blinked as the sudden light flooded the room but didn't turn to look at her. He heard her gasp as she caught sight of him.
"Vejiita? I'm sorry; I didn't know you were here. Do you want something to eat?" she asked softly from behind him. He didn't answer her, repressing the urge to flee as she moved to look into his face. The Onna read him too easily for his comfort.
She gasped as she saw his blood hand and the shattered glass. "What did you do to yourself, Vejiita?" she asked worriedly. She reached out and grasped his wounded hand.
He stiffened but made no move to stop her as she ran his hand under the faucet. She reached into the cupboard beside the sink and rummaged around in a white box. She removed some tweezers and used them to remove the glass stuck in his hand.
After she had finished, she ran his hand under the water again and then wrapped it in a towel. She then glanced up into his guarded gaze. "What happened?" He remained silent and she searched his eyes, and then sighed.
"Vejiita, what's wrong?"
He watched her as she retrieved a can of something called soda from the refrigerator and sipped it silently as she gazed back at him.
"The silent treatment now, hm? Go to sleep, Vejiita. You don't look so great."
He blinked and stared at his bare hand, wishing foolishly for gloves right then. He always felt defenseless without them. He started and looked up into her eyes as she stood before him, her blue eyes showing clearly the concern she felt. For him. Why would she care about him? What the hell had he done to deserve it? Nothing. He didn't deserve it and maybe that was why he tried so hard to push her away from him. He wasn't worthy of her concern. Nor did he want it. He didn't, did he?
"Vejiita, come on," she whispered and took his uninjured hand, leading the unresisting Saiyajin no Ouji to his room. She entered the dark room and pushed him into the bed. She covered him and looked at him once before turning to leave.
He caught her tiny wrist in his hand, yanking her roughly onto the bed. She gasped in surprise and Vejiita covered her lips with his own, kissing her roughly. She responded immediately and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pushed her onto her back, tearing the flimsy robe off her, never releasing her lips. He felt her struggling to remove his shorts and decided to help her, tearing them off him.
He then moved from her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at her throat.
He growled and shuddered as her hand encountered the base of his spine, where his tail was once connected. He pulled her hand away. "Don't. Not unless you are suicidal," he grunted, panting softly into her shoulder.
"So, you are capable of speech."
She nipped his neck and ran her hands down his back. Her hand met his tail spot again and he shuddered violently before he regained enough wits to move her hands again.
"What did I say?" he panted.
She shrugged and struggled to free her hands. "You seem to enjoy it."
He growled and pinned her hands above her head, biting her neck and reopening the wound he had left previously. He sucked it. "Listen, Onna. Mating me is dangerous enough as it is. I'm much, much more powerful than you are and if I lose control, I will end up hurting or killing you."
"What's up with biting my neck?" she breathed out.
"Never mind, Onna," he said.
"I really want to know."
"And I don't want to talk about it."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Damn it, Onna! Do you ever just listen?"
"No."
He snorted and rolled over, taking her with him. She laid her head on his muscular chest.
"Vejiita?"
"Hn?"
"Do you want to talk about what was bothering you?"
"No."
She sighed and snuggled into his neck, kissing it softly. "You don't have to be so alone."
He snorted softly. "I'll always be alone, Onna. I'm the last Saiyajin."
She nipped his neck lightly and he shuddered. "Just for the record, whether you care or not, you have me."
He laughed bitterly. "You are sleeping with the devil, idiot. What the hell would your foolish friends think? I suggest you get out now before I destroy you as I destroy everything."
She sat up and looked at him silently. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Vejiita," she told him. "Son-kun would be happy, and the rest will deal. Only Yamucha, and Chichi, will flip."
"Yamucha?"
"My boyfriend."
He blinked. "A boyfriend is like a mate, yes?"
She nodded.
"You are mated already?" he growled.
She shook her head. "Not like Son-kun and Chichi, who are married."
"You are still mated."
She opened her eyes and looked into his fiery ones. "It's not exactly permanent, Vejiita. And I do believe you are jealous. Besides, I was a virgin, as you know."
He growled. "Don't be absurd. Where is this Yamucha then?" he demanded.
"He's dead. He died fighting your Cybamen," she panted.
He bit her neck once more, sucking deeply. "You are mating with the one who killed your mate? You are daffy."
She sighed. "He'll be wished back with the dragonballs soon."
He growled and rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "How wonderful for you."
She touched his chest and he stiffened. "This, you and I, have nothing to do with him."
He laughed and turned away from her. "No, it doesn't. But remember our deal. Until this is over, you are mine. No one is allowed to touch you and that includes him."
She smirked. "Fine, Vejiita," she whispered and cuddled up to his back. "Why do you bite me?"
"That again?"
"Yep."
"Feh. Fine. I'm marking you."
"As yours?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Hn."
"Why?" she repeated. "This isn't permanent, you said so yourself. I'm here as long as you want me. But I warn you, once you call it off, you will never get another chance at me."
He snorted. "I mark you as mine. You are mine. The mark will fade and when it does, you aren't claimed any longer. That is why I remark you. Lucky for you, it is painless."
"It's a Saiyajin thing."
"Yes."
"Is it only the females who get marked?"
He stiffened. "Usually. The male hunts the female, sometimes against her will. Only on rare occasions will a male allow himself to be claimed."
"I see."
"Sleep, Onna."
"One more thing."
"Hn?"
"My name is Buruma."
"I'm fully aware of what your name is."
"Then why don't you use it?"
"I've already answered enough of your stupid questions. Sleep."
"Goodnight, Vejiita."
He snorted and waited until she had fallen asleep before drifting off himself, unaware that his hand had intertwined with hers.
~~~
AN: Interesting, ne? *Hee*
Lovies!
Disclaimer: I'm a female. Twenty-one years old. I'm not even OLD enough to create this! I was like six when it aired in Japan. I think. I know it was before I was ten! *Grins*
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Three: Vejiita's Turmoil
Rating: R
Vejiita landed softly outside his balcony and entered the dark room silently. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and he padded lightly over to the bathroom, stripping off his spandex and armor as he went. He turned on the steaming hot water and stepped into the shower, hissing softly as the water stung his wounds. He watched as the water, stained pink with his blood circled down the drain.
He had left that morning, four days ago, and hadn't returned until now. He scowled. He was such a coward. Scared of that stupid human female.
He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He went into his bedroom and pulled on another pair of spandex shorts. He left the room and padded softly down into the kitchen. Hunting was always invigorating and he'd done his fair share these past four days, but right then, he wanted water.
He entered the empty, dark kitchen and retrieved a glass, using the facet to fill it. He smirked to himself. It was a good thing he had decided to have Earth's culture, and have its languages programmed into his mind during the yearlong trip to this pathetic planet.
He snarled and clenched his hands, shattering the glass. If it hadn't been for his trip to this planet and those stupid dragonballs, he'd have never known defeat by that brain-damaged third-class fool! He would still be serving Furiza too, but in time, he'd have gained enough strength to defeat the lizard. He was sure of it.
He growled and stared at his injured hand. His father would be cursing him. He wasn't even worthy of being called a Saiyajin, let alone the Saiyajin no Ouji any longer. He didn't even have his beautiful tail any longer. He was stuck on this planet hoping a third-class fool would return so he could learn the secret to becoming what was supposed to be his destiny. His!
Now, look at him. A tail-less shadow of what he used to be. Tail-less warrior lusting after a loud, human weakling! He growled. His thoughts always led back to that ultimate humiliation. Did he not learn anything while under Furiza? Emotions only brought pain. Emotions were for the weak. The only thing worthy was strength. And pride.
He looked out the small window into the moon-less night. What was left for him? Find Kakarotto. And what then? Learn the secret. But after that? What if he couldn't achieve the legendary power? What if he failed at that as he did everything else!? Everything he touched, he destroyed. What about the blue-haired Onna?
He chuckled silently. He didn't want to destroy her. How ironic. He'd finally found something in his life he didn't want to destroy. Hell, he couldn't even think her name in the privacy of his thoughts. Yes, he knew her name but he was too weak to even think it to himself. Truly told, he was afraid to.
He scowled. What the hell was wrong with him? His head snapped up as his sensitive ears picked up the sound of soft footsteps entering the kitchen. He tensed as he sensed the familiar ki of the female that plagued him.
He blinked as the sudden light flooded the room but didn't turn to look at her. He heard her gasp as she caught sight of him.
"Vejiita? I'm sorry; I didn't know you were here. Do you want something to eat?" she asked softly from behind him. He didn't answer her, repressing the urge to flee as she moved to look into his face. The Onna read him too easily for his comfort.
She gasped as she saw his blood hand and the shattered glass. "What did you do to yourself, Vejiita?" she asked worriedly. She reached out and grasped his wounded hand.
He stiffened but made no move to stop her as she ran his hand under the faucet. She reached into the cupboard beside the sink and rummaged around in a white box. She removed some tweezers and used them to remove the glass stuck in his hand.
After she had finished, she ran his hand under the water again and then wrapped it in a towel. She then glanced up into his guarded gaze. "What happened?" He remained silent and she searched his eyes, and then sighed.
"Vejiita, what's wrong?"
He watched her as she retrieved a can of something called soda from the refrigerator and sipped it silently as she gazed back at him.
"The silent treatment now, hm? Go to sleep, Vejiita. You don't look so great."
He blinked and stared at his bare hand, wishing foolishly for gloves right then. He always felt defenseless without them. He started and looked up into her eyes as she stood before him, her blue eyes showing clearly the concern she felt. For him. Why would she care about him? What the hell had he done to deserve it? Nothing. He didn't deserve it and maybe that was why he tried so hard to push her away from him. He wasn't worthy of her concern. Nor did he want it. He didn't, did he?
"Vejiita, come on," she whispered and took his uninjured hand, leading the unresisting Saiyajin no Ouji to his room. She entered the dark room and pushed him into the bed. She covered him and looked at him once before turning to leave.
He caught her tiny wrist in his hand, yanking her roughly onto the bed. She gasped in surprise and Vejiita covered her lips with his own, kissing her roughly. She responded immediately and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pushed her onto her back, tearing the flimsy robe off her, never releasing her lips. He felt her struggling to remove his shorts and decided to help her, tearing them off him.
He then moved from her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping lightly at her throat.
He growled and shuddered as her hand encountered the base of his spine, where his tail was once connected. He pulled her hand away. "Don't. Not unless you are suicidal," he grunted, panting softly into her shoulder.
"So, you are capable of speech."
She nipped his neck and ran her hands down his back. Her hand met his tail spot again and he shuddered violently before he regained enough wits to move her hands again.
"What did I say?" he panted.
She shrugged and struggled to free her hands. "You seem to enjoy it."
He growled and pinned her hands above her head, biting her neck and reopening the wound he had left previously. He sucked it. "Listen, Onna. Mating me is dangerous enough as it is. I'm much, much more powerful than you are and if I lose control, I will end up hurting or killing you."
"What's up with biting my neck?" she breathed out.
"Never mind, Onna," he said.
"I really want to know."
"And I don't want to talk about it."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Damn it, Onna! Do you ever just listen?"
"No."
He snorted and rolled over, taking her with him. She laid her head on his muscular chest.
"Vejiita?"
"Hn?"
"Do you want to talk about what was bothering you?"
"No."
She sighed and snuggled into his neck, kissing it softly. "You don't have to be so alone."
He snorted softly. "I'll always be alone, Onna. I'm the last Saiyajin."
She nipped his neck lightly and he shuddered. "Just for the record, whether you care or not, you have me."
He laughed bitterly. "You are sleeping with the devil, idiot. What the hell would your foolish friends think? I suggest you get out now before I destroy you as I destroy everything."
She sat up and looked at him silently. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Vejiita," she told him. "Son-kun would be happy, and the rest will deal. Only Yamucha, and Chichi, will flip."
"Yamucha?"
"My boyfriend."
He blinked. "A boyfriend is like a mate, yes?"
She nodded.
"You are mated already?" he growled.
She shook her head. "Not like Son-kun and Chichi, who are married."
"You are still mated."
She opened her eyes and looked into his fiery ones. "It's not exactly permanent, Vejiita. And I do believe you are jealous. Besides, I was a virgin, as you know."
He growled. "Don't be absurd. Where is this Yamucha then?" he demanded.
"He's dead. He died fighting your Cybamen," she panted.
He bit her neck once more, sucking deeply. "You are mating with the one who killed your mate? You are daffy."
She sighed. "He'll be wished back with the dragonballs soon."
He growled and rolled off her and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "How wonderful for you."
She touched his chest and he stiffened. "This, you and I, have nothing to do with him."
He laughed and turned away from her. "No, it doesn't. But remember our deal. Until this is over, you are mine. No one is allowed to touch you and that includes him."
She smirked. "Fine, Vejiita," she whispered and cuddled up to his back. "Why do you bite me?"
"That again?"
"Yep."
"Feh. Fine. I'm marking you."
"As yours?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Hn."
"Why?" she repeated. "This isn't permanent, you said so yourself. I'm here as long as you want me. But I warn you, once you call it off, you will never get another chance at me."
He snorted. "I mark you as mine. You are mine. The mark will fade and when it does, you aren't claimed any longer. That is why I remark you. Lucky for you, it is painless."
"It's a Saiyajin thing."
"Yes."
"Is it only the females who get marked?"
He stiffened. "Usually. The male hunts the female, sometimes against her will. Only on rare occasions will a male allow himself to be claimed."
"I see."
"Sleep, Onna."
"One more thing."
"Hn?"
"My name is Buruma."
"I'm fully aware of what your name is."
"Then why don't you use it?"
"I've already answered enough of your stupid questions. Sleep."
"Goodnight, Vejiita."
He snorted and waited until she had fallen asleep before drifting off himself, unaware that his hand had intertwined with hers.
~~~
AN: Interesting, ne? *Hee*
Lovies!
