Sooner Than Expected
Disclaimer: Bite me.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Five: Vejiita's Departure
Rating: R
Buruma sniffled as she finished watching City of Angels. Her father had just gone back to work a few days ago, and she had taken a well-earned vacation. She had nothing better to do than work in her lab, on her projects, not the company's, and watch sappy romances. And she was relieved for the break.
"Buruma."
She blinked, hastily wiping her sentimental tears, and turned around to face Piccolo. "Yes?"
"We're using the dragonballs tomorrow."
Frowning thoughtfully, she cocked her head at the large Namek. "Already?"
He nodded curtly.
"Oh." She smiled. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Vejiita's missing."
Rolling her eyes, she clicked off the TV. "So? What do I look like? His keeper?" She suddenly got an odd feeling in her stomach. Almost like she wasn't quite alone with Piccolo. Frowning, she glanced around the dark room. Maybe Vejiita was around. She had found herself especially attuned to the Saiyajin over the past couple of months. Shrugging mentally, she turned back to Piccolo.
He gave her an odd look. "I never said you were. But he needs someone to watch him. He's too dangerous right now."
Standing up, she walked around to the back of the couch and leaned against it. "Piccolo, he's fine. He hasn't destroyed anything. He just disappears a lot."
"He might have killed people. Just not enough to catch our notice yet."
Rolling her eyes again, she let out a soft snort. "He's not killing people. I'm pretty damn sure he just goes off into seclusion away from everybody. Including people to kill."
"Buruma, you seem to forget he's not a nice guy."
Glaring at the tall Namek, she poked him in the chest. "Let me tell you this, Piccolo. I never forget who he is. Or was. While I admit he was a bit more of a bad guy than you were, that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve some of the same courtesy as you received. Leave him alone. What he does is *his* business as long as he isn't destroying people. His business, Piccolo. Not mine, not yours. Same as what goes on with he and I is our business and not yours. I don't care if he goes off and destroys little bunny rabbits for the thrill. I don't care what he does because it is not my business! He's not hurting a damn person and as long as he keeps it that way, you can butt out!"
He stared at her through her speech. "He's dangerous. You shouldn't trust him."
Snorting, she turned away and glanced out the window. "I trust him not to hurt me. For the time being. I'm not going to say he's going to never hurt me, because I'm not stupid. I never said I trusted him. I just trust him not to hurt me."
"He's a time bomb, especially with everything he's had to endure, Buruma. You must understand this game you are playing with him is very, very dangerous."
She growled and glared at the Namek. "It is not a game, Piccolo. And is Kami pushing you to do this? I mean, after all, why the hell would you care who the hell I'm fucking?!"
He looked away with a snort. "Kami doesn't agree with me on this."
"Well, then, listen to him! He's guardian for a reason, idiot! Vejiita is fine. Leave him be."
"He's too unstable-"
"Damn straight he's unstable! But being watched after like a child isn't going to make him feel better! Why can't you butt out and let him deal with his shit himself? It's his business what he feels, what he does. It's not mine, it's not yours, and it's not Son-kun's! Or Kami's! He may be unstable, but he is a person. A warrior with a dark past. You know part of his story from when he died on Namek, right? Then let him be! Let *him* deal with his emotions. Let him deal with his failures and his urges. Let him deal with his own business! He's not hurting anyone!"
"He might hurt you. What if you decided to fall in love with him?" he sneered. "He might not be capable of accepting what he feels for you and might hurt you. Or if his instability might cause him to destroy you just because he feels something for you."
Rolling her eyes, she moved to head up the stairs. "Piccolo, what I feel for Vejiita is my business. And even if I find myself in love with him, I will not be a coward and run from it just because I'm afraid he'll kill me. I'm his fuck for right now, Piccolo. You want to know what I feel for him? I admire him. I admire him, I respect him, and I like him. He's arrogant, rude, unstable, and a bastard most the time, but he's seen things you and I couldn't possibly imagine. If he wants to go off in seclusion, I'll let him. He has things to deal with right now. Many things. And he can't rely on people like humans do. So, let him deal with it. Your overbearing concern will only make it worse."
She turned to him from the stairs. "How would you have felt if people kept harassing you about hurting Gohan when you were training him? How would you have felt if someone kept doubting and harassing your every motive when you were dealing with your feelings for little Gohan? I doubt you'd like it. Just leave him be, Piccolo. He's Vejiita. He'll always be who he is. But he did save Gohan's life on Namek. He saved lives on Namek, and he deserves to be left alone. Just like he wants."
"Buruma-"
Putting up a hand to stop him, she snorted. "Piccolo. Leave him be. He's in my home, he's staying with my family, and I trust him enough to not hurt them. At least for the moment. I never said he wasn't dangerous. He'll always be dangerous. But his business is none of mine, and none of yours." She sighed. "Just leave him be, Piccolo. Leave us be. What we do is no one's business but our own."
"What about Yamucha? He might be wished back tomorrow."
"So? I'll deal with that when I come to it."
"You are stupid, Buruma. You are willing to hurt Yamucha for someone who can't even figure out his own emotions and may very well destroy you."
She glared. "I am not hurting Yamucha. Not yet. You know something, Piccolo. You're stubborn. Too stubborn. Yamucha may be hurt if he ever finds out, but I made a promise. No one is to know about Vejiita and I. No one. Not even Yamucha. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to deal with it. I'm sure Vejiita will be back for the wishes tomorrow. No need to worry about him." She trudged up the stairs. "Goodnight, Piccolo," she told him, ending their argument. An answering grunt was all she heard as she disappeared into her room.
~~~
Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, Buruma tightened the towel around her body and padded softly over to her large dresser. She bent over and retrieved a pair of Vejiita's boxers and a tank top. She suddenly smiled at the memory of the look on his face when he found out she loved wearing the boxers she had got for him. If she hadn't known better, she'd thought he was both flattered and confused. It was an odd combination on his face. She sighed suddenly, looking out the balcony window. They hadn't slept together all that often, but slowly, he let himself actually reveal things on his face when they were in bed together. Every other time, he was the same angry Saiyajin.
She felt the odd feeling again, and grinned. "Vejiita."
She heard his low irritated growl and felt him come up behind her. "Onna."
Leaning back into this armored chest, she sighed. "So, did you enjoy the argument I had with Piccolo?"
She could almost feel him scowl from behind her. He didn't move to wrap his arms around her, but he didn't pull away from her contact either. It was often like that. If they were talking, not having sex, she would snuggle, and he tolerated it. He didn't pull away or even give her an irritated glare. He just didn't return the gesture. "I can fight my own battles, idiot," he told her.
She shrugged, pulling away from him and yanking on his black boxers. Glancing at him, she gave him a big grin. "I know you can, Vejiita."
Frowning, he watched her pull on the tank top. "Then why did you... do that?"
"Do what?" she asked innocently.
"Defend me!" he snapped.
Blinking, she cocked her head at him. "Because I didn't like what he was saying, I guess. Why should it matter?"
He growled, and pressed her against the wall beside the balcony window. "Why did you defend me? What he said was true. I *am* dangerous. Especially to you!"
She shrugged, having long ago gotten used to being pressed against walls by him. "I just wanted him to mind his own business, Vejiita. I'm sorry if I offended you."
His hands tightened on her bare shoulder to the point just below pain and he leaned his face towards her, stopping a breath away. "You are foolish."
She grinned impishly. "How am I foolish?"
"Tell me the truth, Onna. Why did you offer yourself to me?" he demanded suddenly, staring into her eyes intently.
She fidgeted a bit, before sighing. "Fine. Firstly, you're gorgeous and a bad ass, so I was attracted. But I don't go jump into bed with people so that doesn't really make up the whole reason. I guess I..." She looked away. "I don't know why, Vejiita. I just had to."
He growled. "Tell me."
"I feel... a connection with you," she said softly, still not facing him, otherwise she would have seen the slight widening of his eyes. "I know it sounds stupid, Vejiita. I mean I can feel you now, almost. Like I felt you watching downstairs, I felt you in the room just a moment ago, and sometimes when I look at you, I can almost feel what you are feeling. Maybe I'm going insane or something-"
His loud growl suddenly cut her off and she snapped her head back to look at him. He stared at her a moment longer, his eyes more guarded than usual. "Onna, I really, *really* hate you," he hissed suddenly, capturing her lips with his suddenly.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and after a moment of shock, she moved her hands to his waist, gripping the material there. He was still growling as he kissed her, rough and demandingly, pressing his body to hers.
He suddenly moved his hands away from her shoulders, and seconds later, the boxers she was wearing were gone. He removed his mouth from hers and nipped his way down her jaw to her neck, teasing her sensitive skin lightly. One hand still held her against the wall, and Buruma began yanking on his clothing.
She tried to wiggle her hands free, but a slight, almost painful, squeeze around her wrists prevented her from that action. He growled at her when she attempted it again, and she gave up.
She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously, to see him still staring at her with that carefully blank expression. It was starting to unnerve her. He was never closed off when they were screwing each other's brains out. And she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. It was the only time since she had started this with him that she couldn't figure out at least a bit of a hint of what he was thinking or feeling.
He suddenly pulled her to him roughly, and picked her up. This was probably a good thing, considering her legs felt a bit wobbly. He set her gently on the bed, and crawled over her. He stared at her with the same guarded eyes. And then...
Then he made love to her.
~~~
Stretching, Buruma reached over to the other side of her large bed sleepily. She snapped her eyes open in shock and a bit of disappointment when she found it empty and cold. Sighing, she rolled out of bed to shower and get dressed.
Vejiita's gentle lovemaking the night before had made her rethink a few things about him, and she didn't like what she came up with. And she was angry with herself. Because, damn it all, she realized she was falling for him.
Stomping into the bathroom, she showered and fixed herself up in just a little over an hour, then made her way down the stairs for breakfast. Glancing at the clock, she noted it was only nine am, and that they had planned to call the dragon around ten. That way everyone could be there when Goku was wished back.
She grabbed a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee before sitting down to glance at the paper. She saw an interesting headline about large green men being sighted when she felt the familiar feeling that Vejiita was around again. She glanced up to meet his guarded gaze as he leaned against the doorframe. She noticed he was wearing his battered armor again, and made a mental note to fix the darn thing one of these days.
"Morning, Vejiita," she greeted. "Want breakfast?"
He made a muffled grunt sound and padded softly into the room, sitting across from her at the table. She shrugged and got up.
"What do you want?"
He shook his head slightly. "Nothing."
Blinking, she shrugged again and sat back down, sipping her coffee. They sat there in comfortable silence as Buruma nursed her coffee and glanced through the paper, while Vejiita leaned back into the chair, his eyes closed, and a small frown of concentration on his face.
Buruma glanced up as the back door opened, and blinked slightly as Piccolo walked in. He glanced curiously at Vejiita, who didn't even acknowledge his presence. He then turned his gaze back to the blue-haired woman. "We're gathering now," he told her.
Nodding, she stood up. "Good." She moved to follow Piccolo out of the house, glancing once at Vejiita. "Coming?" she asked him when Piccolo had left them alone.
"Onna."
"Hmm?"
He opened his eyes and turned them on her. "You and I have unfinished business."
Blinking, she frowned at him. "What?"
"You heard me. No matter what happens with those blasted balls, you and I aren't done."
She nodded slowly. "I understand," she said, walking out of the house.
~~~
Vejiita stared after her, a soft frown on his face. He scowled as he realized that she probably did understand. The fool female did understand him. It was enough to make anyone, especially someone who didn't *want* to be understood, sick. He growled softly, and followed her out of the house and took a spot near the wall, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched as the weaklings all gathered and the dragon appeared. He snarled when he found out Kakarotto was still alive. And he hadn't returned. He snorted in disgust when the bald weakling was wished back to life. He felt rage erupt within him when the third-class fool refused to be wished back to the planet.
With one glance at the back of the blue-haired female's head, he turned and ran over to the ship and took off. Leaving the planet, and that foolish female he was bedding, in search of the Saiyajin who had stolen his birthright. He would find him, and he would achieve his destiny. Or he'd die trying.
~~~
Buruma stared sadly after the ship that had just taken off. 'Goodbye, Vejiita.' Somewhere, inside of her, she knew he would return. She smiled a bit. He did tell her that they had unfinished business. King Kai relayed the wish that Yamucha was to be brought back, and the third wish was made.
When she first laid on eyes on Yamucha, she realized that she really had missed the big idiot. She smiled at him.
"Hey, Buruma. I really missed you."
~~~
AN: How's that? *Grins* I'm definitely evil, I think! No worries!!
Lovies!
Disclaimer: Bite me.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Five: Vejiita's Departure
Rating: R
Buruma sniffled as she finished watching City of Angels. Her father had just gone back to work a few days ago, and she had taken a well-earned vacation. She had nothing better to do than work in her lab, on her projects, not the company's, and watch sappy romances. And she was relieved for the break.
"Buruma."
She blinked, hastily wiping her sentimental tears, and turned around to face Piccolo. "Yes?"
"We're using the dragonballs tomorrow."
Frowning thoughtfully, she cocked her head at the large Namek. "Already?"
He nodded curtly.
"Oh." She smiled. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Vejiita's missing."
Rolling her eyes, she clicked off the TV. "So? What do I look like? His keeper?" She suddenly got an odd feeling in her stomach. Almost like she wasn't quite alone with Piccolo. Frowning, she glanced around the dark room. Maybe Vejiita was around. She had found herself especially attuned to the Saiyajin over the past couple of months. Shrugging mentally, she turned back to Piccolo.
He gave her an odd look. "I never said you were. But he needs someone to watch him. He's too dangerous right now."
Standing up, she walked around to the back of the couch and leaned against it. "Piccolo, he's fine. He hasn't destroyed anything. He just disappears a lot."
"He might have killed people. Just not enough to catch our notice yet."
Rolling her eyes again, she let out a soft snort. "He's not killing people. I'm pretty damn sure he just goes off into seclusion away from everybody. Including people to kill."
"Buruma, you seem to forget he's not a nice guy."
Glaring at the tall Namek, she poked him in the chest. "Let me tell you this, Piccolo. I never forget who he is. Or was. While I admit he was a bit more of a bad guy than you were, that doesn't mean he doesn't deserve some of the same courtesy as you received. Leave him alone. What he does is *his* business as long as he isn't destroying people. His business, Piccolo. Not mine, not yours. Same as what goes on with he and I is our business and not yours. I don't care if he goes off and destroys little bunny rabbits for the thrill. I don't care what he does because it is not my business! He's not hurting a damn person and as long as he keeps it that way, you can butt out!"
He stared at her through her speech. "He's dangerous. You shouldn't trust him."
Snorting, she turned away and glanced out the window. "I trust him not to hurt me. For the time being. I'm not going to say he's going to never hurt me, because I'm not stupid. I never said I trusted him. I just trust him not to hurt me."
"He's a time bomb, especially with everything he's had to endure, Buruma. You must understand this game you are playing with him is very, very dangerous."
She growled and glared at the Namek. "It is not a game, Piccolo. And is Kami pushing you to do this? I mean, after all, why the hell would you care who the hell I'm fucking?!"
He looked away with a snort. "Kami doesn't agree with me on this."
"Well, then, listen to him! He's guardian for a reason, idiot! Vejiita is fine. Leave him be."
"He's too unstable-"
"Damn straight he's unstable! But being watched after like a child isn't going to make him feel better! Why can't you butt out and let him deal with his shit himself? It's his business what he feels, what he does. It's not mine, it's not yours, and it's not Son-kun's! Or Kami's! He may be unstable, but he is a person. A warrior with a dark past. You know part of his story from when he died on Namek, right? Then let him be! Let *him* deal with his emotions. Let him deal with his failures and his urges. Let him deal with his own business! He's not hurting anyone!"
"He might hurt you. What if you decided to fall in love with him?" he sneered. "He might not be capable of accepting what he feels for you and might hurt you. Or if his instability might cause him to destroy you just because he feels something for you."
Rolling her eyes, she moved to head up the stairs. "Piccolo, what I feel for Vejiita is my business. And even if I find myself in love with him, I will not be a coward and run from it just because I'm afraid he'll kill me. I'm his fuck for right now, Piccolo. You want to know what I feel for him? I admire him. I admire him, I respect him, and I like him. He's arrogant, rude, unstable, and a bastard most the time, but he's seen things you and I couldn't possibly imagine. If he wants to go off in seclusion, I'll let him. He has things to deal with right now. Many things. And he can't rely on people like humans do. So, let him deal with it. Your overbearing concern will only make it worse."
She turned to him from the stairs. "How would you have felt if people kept harassing you about hurting Gohan when you were training him? How would you have felt if someone kept doubting and harassing your every motive when you were dealing with your feelings for little Gohan? I doubt you'd like it. Just leave him be, Piccolo. He's Vejiita. He'll always be who he is. But he did save Gohan's life on Namek. He saved lives on Namek, and he deserves to be left alone. Just like he wants."
"Buruma-"
Putting up a hand to stop him, she snorted. "Piccolo. Leave him be. He's in my home, he's staying with my family, and I trust him enough to not hurt them. At least for the moment. I never said he wasn't dangerous. He'll always be dangerous. But his business is none of mine, and none of yours." She sighed. "Just leave him be, Piccolo. Leave us be. What we do is no one's business but our own."
"What about Yamucha? He might be wished back tomorrow."
"So? I'll deal with that when I come to it."
"You are stupid, Buruma. You are willing to hurt Yamucha for someone who can't even figure out his own emotions and may very well destroy you."
She glared. "I am not hurting Yamucha. Not yet. You know something, Piccolo. You're stubborn. Too stubborn. Yamucha may be hurt if he ever finds out, but I made a promise. No one is to know about Vejiita and I. No one. Not even Yamucha. I'm sorry, but you'll just have to deal with it. I'm sure Vejiita will be back for the wishes tomorrow. No need to worry about him." She trudged up the stairs. "Goodnight, Piccolo," she told him, ending their argument. An answering grunt was all she heard as she disappeared into her room.
~~~
Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, Buruma tightened the towel around her body and padded softly over to her large dresser. She bent over and retrieved a pair of Vejiita's boxers and a tank top. She suddenly smiled at the memory of the look on his face when he found out she loved wearing the boxers she had got for him. If she hadn't known better, she'd thought he was both flattered and confused. It was an odd combination on his face. She sighed suddenly, looking out the balcony window. They hadn't slept together all that often, but slowly, he let himself actually reveal things on his face when they were in bed together. Every other time, he was the same angry Saiyajin.
She felt the odd feeling again, and grinned. "Vejiita."
She heard his low irritated growl and felt him come up behind her. "Onna."
Leaning back into this armored chest, she sighed. "So, did you enjoy the argument I had with Piccolo?"
She could almost feel him scowl from behind her. He didn't move to wrap his arms around her, but he didn't pull away from her contact either. It was often like that. If they were talking, not having sex, she would snuggle, and he tolerated it. He didn't pull away or even give her an irritated glare. He just didn't return the gesture. "I can fight my own battles, idiot," he told her.
She shrugged, pulling away from him and yanking on his black boxers. Glancing at him, she gave him a big grin. "I know you can, Vejiita."
Frowning, he watched her pull on the tank top. "Then why did you... do that?"
"Do what?" she asked innocently.
"Defend me!" he snapped.
Blinking, she cocked her head at him. "Because I didn't like what he was saying, I guess. Why should it matter?"
He growled, and pressed her against the wall beside the balcony window. "Why did you defend me? What he said was true. I *am* dangerous. Especially to you!"
She shrugged, having long ago gotten used to being pressed against walls by him. "I just wanted him to mind his own business, Vejiita. I'm sorry if I offended you."
His hands tightened on her bare shoulder to the point just below pain and he leaned his face towards her, stopping a breath away. "You are foolish."
She grinned impishly. "How am I foolish?"
"Tell me the truth, Onna. Why did you offer yourself to me?" he demanded suddenly, staring into her eyes intently.
She fidgeted a bit, before sighing. "Fine. Firstly, you're gorgeous and a bad ass, so I was attracted. But I don't go jump into bed with people so that doesn't really make up the whole reason. I guess I..." She looked away. "I don't know why, Vejiita. I just had to."
He growled. "Tell me."
"I feel... a connection with you," she said softly, still not facing him, otherwise she would have seen the slight widening of his eyes. "I know it sounds stupid, Vejiita. I mean I can feel you now, almost. Like I felt you watching downstairs, I felt you in the room just a moment ago, and sometimes when I look at you, I can almost feel what you are feeling. Maybe I'm going insane or something-"
His loud growl suddenly cut her off and she snapped her head back to look at him. He stared at her a moment longer, his eyes more guarded than usual. "Onna, I really, *really* hate you," he hissed suddenly, capturing her lips with his suddenly.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and after a moment of shock, she moved her hands to his waist, gripping the material there. He was still growling as he kissed her, rough and demandingly, pressing his body to hers.
He suddenly moved his hands away from her shoulders, and seconds later, the boxers she was wearing were gone. He removed his mouth from hers and nipped his way down her jaw to her neck, teasing her sensitive skin lightly. One hand still held her against the wall, and Buruma began yanking on his clothing.
She tried to wiggle her hands free, but a slight, almost painful, squeeze around her wrists prevented her from that action. He growled at her when she attempted it again, and she gave up.
She opened her eyes and looked at him curiously, to see him still staring at her with that carefully blank expression. It was starting to unnerve her. He was never closed off when they were screwing each other's brains out. And she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. It was the only time since she had started this with him that she couldn't figure out at least a bit of a hint of what he was thinking or feeling.
He suddenly pulled her to him roughly, and picked her up. This was probably a good thing, considering her legs felt a bit wobbly. He set her gently on the bed, and crawled over her. He stared at her with the same guarded eyes. And then...
Then he made love to her.
~~~
Stretching, Buruma reached over to the other side of her large bed sleepily. She snapped her eyes open in shock and a bit of disappointment when she found it empty and cold. Sighing, she rolled out of bed to shower and get dressed.
Vejiita's gentle lovemaking the night before had made her rethink a few things about him, and she didn't like what she came up with. And she was angry with herself. Because, damn it all, she realized she was falling for him.
Stomping into the bathroom, she showered and fixed herself up in just a little over an hour, then made her way down the stairs for breakfast. Glancing at the clock, she noted it was only nine am, and that they had planned to call the dragon around ten. That way everyone could be there when Goku was wished back.
She grabbed a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee before sitting down to glance at the paper. She saw an interesting headline about large green men being sighted when she felt the familiar feeling that Vejiita was around again. She glanced up to meet his guarded gaze as he leaned against the doorframe. She noticed he was wearing his battered armor again, and made a mental note to fix the darn thing one of these days.
"Morning, Vejiita," she greeted. "Want breakfast?"
He made a muffled grunt sound and padded softly into the room, sitting across from her at the table. She shrugged and got up.
"What do you want?"
He shook his head slightly. "Nothing."
Blinking, she shrugged again and sat back down, sipping her coffee. They sat there in comfortable silence as Buruma nursed her coffee and glanced through the paper, while Vejiita leaned back into the chair, his eyes closed, and a small frown of concentration on his face.
Buruma glanced up as the back door opened, and blinked slightly as Piccolo walked in. He glanced curiously at Vejiita, who didn't even acknowledge his presence. He then turned his gaze back to the blue-haired woman. "We're gathering now," he told her.
Nodding, she stood up. "Good." She moved to follow Piccolo out of the house, glancing once at Vejiita. "Coming?" she asked him when Piccolo had left them alone.
"Onna."
"Hmm?"
He opened his eyes and turned them on her. "You and I have unfinished business."
Blinking, she frowned at him. "What?"
"You heard me. No matter what happens with those blasted balls, you and I aren't done."
She nodded slowly. "I understand," she said, walking out of the house.
~~~
Vejiita stared after her, a soft frown on his face. He scowled as he realized that she probably did understand. The fool female did understand him. It was enough to make anyone, especially someone who didn't *want* to be understood, sick. He growled softly, and followed her out of the house and took a spot near the wall, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched as the weaklings all gathered and the dragon appeared. He snarled when he found out Kakarotto was still alive. And he hadn't returned. He snorted in disgust when the bald weakling was wished back to life. He felt rage erupt within him when the third-class fool refused to be wished back to the planet.
With one glance at the back of the blue-haired female's head, he turned and ran over to the ship and took off. Leaving the planet, and that foolish female he was bedding, in search of the Saiyajin who had stolen his birthright. He would find him, and he would achieve his destiny. Or he'd die trying.
~~~
Buruma stared sadly after the ship that had just taken off. 'Goodbye, Vejiita.' Somewhere, inside of her, she knew he would return. She smiled a bit. He did tell her that they had unfinished business. King Kai relayed the wish that Yamucha was to be brought back, and the third wish was made.
When she first laid on eyes on Yamucha, she realized that she really had missed the big idiot. She smiled at him.
"Hey, Buruma. I really missed you."
~~~
AN: How's that? *Grins* I'm definitely evil, I think! No worries!!
Lovies!
