The Bond
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By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
"Onna, why do you always interfere?! I must get stronger than Kakarotto!!!" Vejiita roared. "Leave me the hell alone!!"
"No, Vejiita!! You're going to kill yourself! You must stop training!" she screamed back at him as she approached the frustrated Saiyajin. Her blue hair was tied into a long tail, her slender body covered with a simple white t-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans.
The spiky-haired Saiyajin stomped over to the stubborn woman and violently grabbed her. He whipped her around and pressed her to the wall, his face only inches from her own. "Do not tell me what to do, Onna! I am the Saiyajin no Ouji! I should have become the Supersaiyajin! Not Kakarotto! Me!" Vejiita hissed into her frightened face. "I do not like you, Onna. I do not need you. I do not want to see you. I do not want to hear you. Stay out of my way! You are annoying, stubborn, stupid, ugly and loud. If you ever interfere with me again, I will kill you, Onna. Don't ever forget who and what I am. Now get the fuck out of here!" Vejiita threw the woman towards the door. She landed on the ground hard. Her sapphire eyes clouded and a brief look of hurt passed over her face. Immediately, anger replaced it.
"Fine, Vejiita. Kill yourself. I don't know why I even care. You don't deserve it; you're not worth it, Vejiita. You've never thanked me. You never even called me by my name. You will always be the bastard you were with Furiza. The same weak bastard. Why do you think that is, Vejiita? You will never be stronger than Son-kun. You will never be stronger because you will never have his heart. You will always be evil. Your motivation for strength is only selfish pride. Son-kun's motivation is to protect. You will never be anything other than a selfish prince. You are a failure as a Saiyajin. No planet, no people, no tail. I don't know why *you* even bother let alone why *I* do. Good-bye, Vejiita." Walking out of the Gravity Room, the woman walked back to her house, her form slightly hunched. She had finally given up.
Vejiita was speechless. 'How dare she?!!?! She has NO right to say such things to me! She doesn't know what she's talking about!' She just told him off, like she usually did, only this time she had meant every word. Slowly, his anger drifted away. Sighing, he turned into the room. He didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but she was right. He was a failure as a Saiyajin. But to hear her voice his fears aloud and in such hatred towards him actually struck something inside of him. It *hurt*. Kami, it hurt that she saw him that way. Nothing should hurt him and yet that puny human onna had hurt him with mere words. Truthful words. He felt regret at his own words, his frustration at not achieving his birthright again had infuriated him and he lashed out at her. She responded because of his stupidity. He hurt her and it was reasonable that she struck out to hurt him. 'I can't really be mad. I will never be anything other than what I am. I kill and destroy. I am nothing more than a shadow of a Saiyajin. I am nothing. I wish...'
"How pathetic!" Vejiita spat to himself. Pacing the Gravity Room, he let his anger boil. "Now I am feeling sorry for myself. Soon I will turn into one of those weak humans. Or like Kakarotto!" Stopping, Vejiita stared at his clenched fist. "No, never. I will never feel like these pathetic humans do. I will never care about that Onna. I am Vejiita no Ouji. I do not have a weakness. I do not feel for her, damn it!" Vejiita then looked out one of the circular windows. Staring at the woman's home, the mighty Saiyajin warrior almost seemed wistful.
~~~
"Hey, Buruma-san!" a spiky haired man in an orange gi called into the large house.
"Hey, Son-kun! What are you doing here?" the blue-haired woman asked walking out of her workshop. Wearing old jeans and a black T-shirt, she had a few grease and dirt spots splattered around her clothes and skin. Her hair was slightly messed and hung loosely in her tail.
"I wanted to talk to Vejiita, actually. Last time I saw him he seemed pretty grumpy. That's nothing unusual for Vejiita but he was more grouchy than usual. So, I thought I'd come over and we could spar. Where is he?" Goku asked curiously.
Buruma's smile had faded when he mentioned Vejiita. "The bastard is in the gravity room again! I honestly don't know how he keeps this up. He should be dead! No one could take that kind of abuse. Not even you Saiyajin!" She snapped her mouth closed before she said more. 'Damn that man!'
"Yeah, that's Vejiita. I'd talk to him about it but he won't listen to me. I'm just a third-class Saiyajin to him, and he's the mighty Vejiita no Ouji," Goku said in perfect imitation of Vejiita's gruff voice. "Never mind that he and I are the only full blooded Saiyajin left. And if you count Gohan, there are three of us. Funny how he keeps the title when his planet and people have long been destroyed. Besides, I'm just a reminder that he isn't the strongest warrior or even Saiyajin for that matter. I'm not one of his favorite people." He shrugged. "What can you do? I'll go see him now. See ya!"
Goku took off at a jog for the Gravity Room and was actually looking forward to a round with Vejiita. Even if Vejiita took them too seriously for Goku's taste, but it was always a challenge. And one of Goku's favorite things was a challenge. Goku, anticipating the upcoming spar, missed the pained expression that flashed over his best friend's face as he left.
~~~
Vejiita appeared not to notice the presence in the gravity room, as he continued fighting shadows. Goku silently watched his fellow Saiyajin. 'He keeps improving. He may reach Supersaiyajin soon. If he doesn't kill himself first.'
Stepping farther into the room, Goku slowly approached Vejiita. "Hey, Vejiita. How's it going?"
"Hn."
"That's good. I was wondering if you wanted to spar. I feel like a challenge."
"Go away, Kakarotto. And tell that infuriating Onna to stop interfering. I do not need to be baby-sat and I do not need your help! I will become a Supersaiyajin alone!" Vejiita spat, not pausing in his training.
"Huh? Hey, Buruma didn't ask me to do this. I just came over to spar with you. The others are strong, especially my Gohan, but I want a challenge," Goku explained confused.
"Just leave, Kakarotto," Vejiita stated, moving into working with his ki blasts. "I will not let you interfere. I will become stronger. And I will do it alone. Leave." Vejiita stumbled, and before he realized his error, Vejiita was hit by one of his own ki attacks. He was thrown through the wall of the gravity room with a loud explosion and landed hard against the ground nearly forty yards away. Goku ran out of the room, noticing Buruma and the rest of her family run towards them.
"Son-kun! What happened?" Buruma asked worriedly.
"Vejiita was hit by a ki blast," Goku called back over his shoulder as he raced around to where Vejiita was thrown. He arrived to find him attempting to get up. "Vejiita, stay put. That was a powerful blast. Let Buruma and her mother get here."
"No, I am fine. I will keep on training. Now move, Kakarotto." Vejiita took a half step and promptly fell face forward onto the ground. Unconscious.
~~~
Vejiita sat up slowly, the room spinning in his dizzy state. He looked slowly around and realized he was in his own room. He moved to get out of bed, but he started as a flash of blue caught his eye. 'What is she doing here?' There on the floor beside him, her head cradled in her arms upon his bed, was Buruma, fast asleep. 'She watched over me? Why would she care... for me? I thought...'
Vejiita was actually touched. Never in his life had he felt so cared about. 'She hates me. Why should she wait up watching over me?' Vejiita was confused. She had told him what she thought of him only a few days ago, why was she here? Looking at her, Vejiita's mouth twitched faintly. He knew that she was attracted to him, he could smell it on her, but he knew the difference between lust and actual caring for him. Reaching out a hand, he ran a feather-soft caress across her cheek.
He looked at his hand in shock and snatched it away. Looking toward her again, he felt the incredible need to just watch her. Her face was angelic when she slept, even with that small frown of worry that stayed on her face even in sleep. 'I need to get away from her. I am turning soft. I cannot even control my emotions when I am around her.' Turning over, Vejiita silently slipped out of the bed. Looking at the blue-haired woman asleep beside his bed, he frowned.
He looked down and noticed his state of undress. He smirked. 'The Onna probably blushed undressing me. Humans have such a peculiar fetish with clothing.' He pulled on a pair of his spandex shorts and a white tank top. He walked towards the balcony silently before turning to look back at the sleeping onna. He growled and padded over to her and gently picked her up in his strong arms, setting her in his bed. He pulled the blankets over her body, smirked as she sighed happily, and dug her face into the pillow, still asleep. He opened the balcony doors and lifted into the air. 'Time to leave this place.'
~~~
Buruma groaned and stretched before burying her head in the large pillow. 'Pillow?' She snapped her head up and looked around, quickly taking in her surroundings. She was in Vejiita's room, in his bed and the idiotic Saiyajin was nowhere to be found. He moved her into his bed. 'Why? And where is that idiot?' Running out of the room, she headed toward the gravity room. 'That moron! What does he thing he is? Immortal?' Reaching the Gravity Room out of breath, she quickly opened the door.
"What do you thing you're doing, Vejiita?" Buruma demanded shocked. She expected to find Vejiita working out again. She did not expect to see him packing up the few training devises he possessed.
"I'm leaving, Onna." Vejiita didn't pause or look up at the worried young woman.
"Where do you think you're going? You need to rest before you take off, you fool. You aren't fit to be standing let alone tromping all over. Now go back to bed, you can leave when you rest a little more," Buruma said with a slight tremor in her voice. Her usual commands weren't as heated as usual. She was surprised to find she didn't want the Saiyajin to go. She would actually miss the infuriating beast.
"No, I'm leaving now. Go." Buruma looked at him, surprised to find he was all ready to leave. His packing done, he wanted to leave. Buruma was also shocked to realize she was hurt. She shouldn't have been hurt. 'I know he does not care about anything or anyone. So why does it hurt that he wants to leave?' Lost in her inward thoughts she missed Vejiita's slight twitch of an eyebrow as his mask almost slipped when he looked at her.
"Vejiita?" Buruma looked worried and Vejiita was startled that she was so tentative.
"What do you want now, Onna?" Vejiita growled.
"Don't leave," Buruma demanded softly. Not knowing what has come over herself, Buruma was a little frightened. This man was making her act so strangely. She never showed her vulnerability and yet here she was, almost begging the mighty Saiyajin not to leave her. She wanted to scream at him, hit him, or something. Not beg. But she couldn't bring herself to anything other than this.
"Why?" Vejiita was surprised to have her act so differently and found he couldn't keep up the gruff exterior. 'Why does she affect me so much? She should not affect me at all! She is weak and human! She should not make Vejiita no Ouji feel for her!'
"Because, Vejiita. Stay here." Tears stung her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. She would not let that man see her cry! Let alone over him!
Slowly, Vejiita approached her, almost against his will. "I cannot. I need to leave, Onna."
Looking up in surprise, she found him looking down at her from his two-inch height advantage. His face was completely expressionless but there was a pain within his eyes. 'He doesn't want to leave but is determined to. He will leave.' "Fine, Vejiita. Leave! Why do I care if you go?" she snapped, her voice cracking slightly in emotion.
Vejiita blinked. He walked closer to her, stopping just shy of her. Their bodies a breath away. "Why *do* you care?" he asked softly.
She stared in his onyx eyes. "I don't know, damn it!" she screamed in frustration.
He smirked at her. He leaned a little closer to her, noses almost touching. "You are attracted to me," he stated arrogantly.
She gaped at his audacity. "I am not!" she snapped at him.
He snorted. "I can smell it on you, Onna." He touched the side of his nose lightly. "Saiyajin have stronger senses, Onna. You get aroused every time I come near you." He watched the faint blush appear on her creamy cheeks, but she didn't look away. 'She has guts. Admirable.'
"Fine, you are completely hot, Vejiita. You run around the house half-naked, covered in sweat and all those muscles, what do you expect? I wasn't acting on it so you have nothing to worry about."
He moved a little closer to her causing her to back up. He continued walking towards her slowly until he had her cornered against the Gravity Room wall. "Why?" he asked huskily.
"Why what?" she asked confused. His proximately made her thoughts sluggish. She could feel the heat of his muscular body through their clothing and her heart pounded deep within her chest. 'What the hell is he doing?'
"Why do you not act upon it?"
She blinked startled. "Because you don't want me! I'm not a masochist, Vejiita. I don't go after a person who couldn't feel anything but hatred for me."
He watched her silently for a few moments and then his hands on both sides of her head. He leaned in and gently kissed her. Her eyes widened in shock and tentatively leaned in to return his kiss. He leaned into her soft body, nearly crushing her, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, gentle fingers playing with the soft hairs at the back of his head. She felt Vejiita trembled almost unnoticeably, still not moving to initiate more contact.
She pulled him roughly to her, striving for more contact. Needing more contact. He chuckled into her mouth before pulling away and looking at her. His face was once again expressionless. She wondered it that was as close as he got to letting down his walls. She always knew she was attracted to the surly Saiyajin but never would have dreamed about acting upon her lust. She found herself attracted to him in more ways than just the physical also, but again, always thought he was too busy with training and Saiyajin things to even pay attention to her except when he needed something fixed. The kiss surprised the hell out of her, to be sure. Did he feel the same? She didn't know and didn't think he'd ever tell her, either. He was a man of action not words.
He gently covered her lips again and pressed his chest into her own. He moved his hands to cup her face, gently bringing her closer. His body pinned her to the wall allowing her no escape from his hunger. He cursed himself silently for giving into his lust. His goddamn need for her. His control was gone and his body paid no heed to his head. He moaned softly into her mouth as he continued to drink from her sweetness, bringing her closer even as he pressed her harder to the wall. He felt her arms tremble as the attempted to squeeze his neck and smirked a little into her mouth. She didn't have the strength to hurt him even if she wanted to. Except with her words. He winced slightly at the memory causing her to pull away, worried.
"I didn't hurt-"
He kissed her again, effectively shutting her up. 'Humans always ruin things with their pointless chatter.' He ran his fingers threw her silky blue tresses, pulling her lips more firmly against his. He felt her hands move softly against his back eliciting a purr from him in response. Her mouth curved slightly under his lips at his reaction and he smirked in response. 'You want to play games, Onna? I will play games...' He moved his hands down her back to her buttocks, cupping them and pulling her hips into his hardness, a moan escaping her perfect lips. He pulled her legs around him fiercely, devouring her. He trailed kisses down her cheek onto her creamy throat; her own purr of pleasure was his reward. He savored the taste of her skin as he kissed her neck softly, tenderly, and lovingly.
"Vejiita," she moaned out softly, almost lost within the passion. She had never wanted to have a man more than now. Her entire body screamed out for him to take her now. Any more torture and she was sure she'd die of seer pleasure and pain. 'Kami, he's good. How the hell does a cold-blooded Saiyajin no Ouji turn into a sex god in mere seconds?' "How-" She gasped, interrupted herself as he ground his hips into hers suddenly.
"How what, little Onna?" he whispered huskily against her ear, his breath causing the tiny human to shiver against his hard body.
"How the hell did you learn all that? I mean, you don't seem like you," she paused and shivered slightly at his intense gaze he directed her way. "You're a warrior and I never thought you'd know how to well... make me turn into a big puddle of goo or make me want to tear your clothes off in a frenzy of sexual passion. I mean, damn," she muttered softly in frustration.
He looked at her a moment, his mind returning a little. He nuzzled her neck lightly and purred before setting her down on the floor. He stepped away from her and looked at her with those deep onyx eyes of his, his face once again expressionless. "You talk too much," he stated and crossed his arms over his chest. His desire obvious through his tight shorts but he knew he appeared as cool as always. Even if he felt the need to devour and conquer the fiery blue-haired Onna.
"I just wanted to know, Vejiita." She looked down at their feet, only a few inches separating them. "I don't want to be another one of your conquests. I don't want to give into those feelings and then have it be nothing more than a good fuck for you. I couldn't deal with it, Vejiita. I'm still with Yamucha-" Vejiita growled. Buruma ignored him and continued, "and if I'm going to give into you, I need to know I'm not going to hurt him needlessly."
He blinked. 'I had forgotten about the weak human she is with. She would give up that stupid human of hers for me? I am superior to him of course, but I thought- ' "What are you saying, Onna?"
She looked him in the eyes, her own full of lust, fear, hurt, confusion, and other emotions he had no hope of putting into words. "If this isn't just a fuck Vejiita, I'd give it all up. I'd give up my stable relationship with the man I thought I'd marry, thought I loved. I'd give it all up," she whispered.
He stared at her a moment, a faint twitch of an eyebrow the only sign of emotion. "Onna," he began slightly uncertain.
She put gentle fingers on his lips. "I'm not asking for a commitment, Vejiita," she assured. "Even if this is only one night, I need to know it won't be just a roll in the hay for you. I need to know it will mean something deeper than just a need to get laid." She smiled softly at him. "And I still want to know how the hell a warrior who exterminates planets has learned to light my skin afire with a simple caress. I want to know how a cold-hearted Saiyajin is able to become a tender lover in moments."
He stared at her. "Whoever said I was cold-hearted?" he asked softly, his voice more gruff than usual.
She gaped at him. Now that she thought of it, he never said he didn't feel. He just never expressed them. "I just thought that since you never express them, you didn't feel them," she mumbled in embarrassment.
He glared at her. "You of all people should have known better," he growled in anger. His anger only masked the hurt he felt.
"Huh?" She peered closely at him in shock. "Vejiita, no one knows you or what you feel or think. How am I supposed to know you better? I'm sorry I made assumptions, really I am. You confuse me sometimes and I can never read you. You always insult me and everyone else. I took things at face value and I apologize, Vejiita. That was wrong of me."
He watched her a few moments before nodding slightly in forgiveness. 'I suppose I cannot blame her, I have been perceived as cold-hearted and emotionless by everyone and I like it. Only rage has shown through. The only emotion worthy to show.'
"You seem to want that perception, why should I have known better?" she asked again.
He shrugged softly. "I live with you, Onna."
She blinked at him in understanding. 'I know him better than anyone ever has. Somewhat pathetic when I don't know him at all, but I suppose he is right. I've learned to read little signs. A twitch of an eyebrow, a small movement of his mouth, tightening of his jaw. And he is more open to me than the rest of the gang, now that I think about it. Always fighting with me, but he at least talks to me. He completely ignores the others unless he has to speak to them. Even Son-kun...' "I'm sorry," she said again.
He shrugged it off. It was his own fault.
"How do you know how to do that to a woman, Vejiita?"
He arched an eyebrow at her. "Are we not curious today," he remarked dryly in annoyance. 'Could she not shut up for once?'
She blushed. "I want to know. How many women have you been with?"
He grunted before replying. "What does it matter?"
"It matters because I don't want to be another peg in your collection of conquered women!" she snapped.
He smirked at her. "The Saiyajin are not like you humans," he sneered. "We are violent and ruthless warriors with an amazing bloodlust that only battle or a hunt can relieve it. We are not very sexually active in general though. You humans fuck everything! Saiyajin do not. We only mate when the male goes into their rut or finds a female that is in her heat cycle. That is until we choose a life-mate. Only then do we mate more often. And quite often," he smirked seductively.
"That doesn't answer my question," she pointed out.
He grunted. "Never, Onna. I went through my ruts aboard Furiza's ship and never had the pleasure of meeting a female Saiyajin since then and now they are all gone."
She gaped at the Saiyajin. "Never? Then how did you know where the hell to touch me to make me lose control like that?"
He shrugged. "My race is very attuned with our instincts, Onna. Not like humans," he sneered.
"What are these heats like?"
He looked at her strangely. "I am tired of answering questions, Onna." He took her slender shoulders in his large hands and pulled her to him roughly, pausing when her nose nearly touched his. "Are you quite finished now?"
"No, one more question. Why do you want me?"
He growled. "Onna, you are trying my patience," he threatened. "And I have been *unusually* patient with you right now."
"I need to know this isn't just some fuck, Vejiita!" she snapped back.
He kissed her roughly, possessively before pulling away. He smirked at her breathlessly. "Does that answer your question?"
"No," she murmured.
He let her go. "Fine." He walked out of the Gravity Room.
Buruma gaped at him and quickly ran after the Saiyajin. When she got outside, he was gone.
~~~
AN: This baby was on my computer and happens to be my first DB fic EVER that I started... And I go through it and beginning to wonder what the hell was I thinking? But, I decided to work it and fix it and make it better! :P This is the first of many chapters! And yes, I'm still working on Jakuten!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z. Got it?
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Prologue
"Onna, why do you always interfere?! I must get stronger than Kakarotto!!!" Vejiita roared. "Leave me the hell alone!!"
"No, Vejiita!! You're going to kill yourself! You must stop training!" she screamed back at him as she approached the frustrated Saiyajin. Her blue hair was tied into a long tail, her slender body covered with a simple white t-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans.
The spiky-haired Saiyajin stomped over to the stubborn woman and violently grabbed her. He whipped her around and pressed her to the wall, his face only inches from her own. "Do not tell me what to do, Onna! I am the Saiyajin no Ouji! I should have become the Supersaiyajin! Not Kakarotto! Me!" Vejiita hissed into her frightened face. "I do not like you, Onna. I do not need you. I do not want to see you. I do not want to hear you. Stay out of my way! You are annoying, stubborn, stupid, ugly and loud. If you ever interfere with me again, I will kill you, Onna. Don't ever forget who and what I am. Now get the fuck out of here!" Vejiita threw the woman towards the door. She landed on the ground hard. Her sapphire eyes clouded and a brief look of hurt passed over her face. Immediately, anger replaced it.
"Fine, Vejiita. Kill yourself. I don't know why I even care. You don't deserve it; you're not worth it, Vejiita. You've never thanked me. You never even called me by my name. You will always be the bastard you were with Furiza. The same weak bastard. Why do you think that is, Vejiita? You will never be stronger than Son-kun. You will never be stronger because you will never have his heart. You will always be evil. Your motivation for strength is only selfish pride. Son-kun's motivation is to protect. You will never be anything other than a selfish prince. You are a failure as a Saiyajin. No planet, no people, no tail. I don't know why *you* even bother let alone why *I* do. Good-bye, Vejiita." Walking out of the Gravity Room, the woman walked back to her house, her form slightly hunched. She had finally given up.
Vejiita was speechless. 'How dare she?!!?! She has NO right to say such things to me! She doesn't know what she's talking about!' She just told him off, like she usually did, only this time she had meant every word. Slowly, his anger drifted away. Sighing, he turned into the room. He didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but she was right. He was a failure as a Saiyajin. But to hear her voice his fears aloud and in such hatred towards him actually struck something inside of him. It *hurt*. Kami, it hurt that she saw him that way. Nothing should hurt him and yet that puny human onna had hurt him with mere words. Truthful words. He felt regret at his own words, his frustration at not achieving his birthright again had infuriated him and he lashed out at her. She responded because of his stupidity. He hurt her and it was reasonable that she struck out to hurt him. 'I can't really be mad. I will never be anything other than what I am. I kill and destroy. I am nothing more than a shadow of a Saiyajin. I am nothing. I wish...'
"How pathetic!" Vejiita spat to himself. Pacing the Gravity Room, he let his anger boil. "Now I am feeling sorry for myself. Soon I will turn into one of those weak humans. Or like Kakarotto!" Stopping, Vejiita stared at his clenched fist. "No, never. I will never feel like these pathetic humans do. I will never care about that Onna. I am Vejiita no Ouji. I do not have a weakness. I do not feel for her, damn it!" Vejiita then looked out one of the circular windows. Staring at the woman's home, the mighty Saiyajin warrior almost seemed wistful.
~~~
"Hey, Buruma-san!" a spiky haired man in an orange gi called into the large house.
"Hey, Son-kun! What are you doing here?" the blue-haired woman asked walking out of her workshop. Wearing old jeans and a black T-shirt, she had a few grease and dirt spots splattered around her clothes and skin. Her hair was slightly messed and hung loosely in her tail.
"I wanted to talk to Vejiita, actually. Last time I saw him he seemed pretty grumpy. That's nothing unusual for Vejiita but he was more grouchy than usual. So, I thought I'd come over and we could spar. Where is he?" Goku asked curiously.
Buruma's smile had faded when he mentioned Vejiita. "The bastard is in the gravity room again! I honestly don't know how he keeps this up. He should be dead! No one could take that kind of abuse. Not even you Saiyajin!" She snapped her mouth closed before she said more. 'Damn that man!'
"Yeah, that's Vejiita. I'd talk to him about it but he won't listen to me. I'm just a third-class Saiyajin to him, and he's the mighty Vejiita no Ouji," Goku said in perfect imitation of Vejiita's gruff voice. "Never mind that he and I are the only full blooded Saiyajin left. And if you count Gohan, there are three of us. Funny how he keeps the title when his planet and people have long been destroyed. Besides, I'm just a reminder that he isn't the strongest warrior or even Saiyajin for that matter. I'm not one of his favorite people." He shrugged. "What can you do? I'll go see him now. See ya!"
Goku took off at a jog for the Gravity Room and was actually looking forward to a round with Vejiita. Even if Vejiita took them too seriously for Goku's taste, but it was always a challenge. And one of Goku's favorite things was a challenge. Goku, anticipating the upcoming spar, missed the pained expression that flashed over his best friend's face as he left.
~~~
Vejiita appeared not to notice the presence in the gravity room, as he continued fighting shadows. Goku silently watched his fellow Saiyajin. 'He keeps improving. He may reach Supersaiyajin soon. If he doesn't kill himself first.'
Stepping farther into the room, Goku slowly approached Vejiita. "Hey, Vejiita. How's it going?"
"Hn."
"That's good. I was wondering if you wanted to spar. I feel like a challenge."
"Go away, Kakarotto. And tell that infuriating Onna to stop interfering. I do not need to be baby-sat and I do not need your help! I will become a Supersaiyajin alone!" Vejiita spat, not pausing in his training.
"Huh? Hey, Buruma didn't ask me to do this. I just came over to spar with you. The others are strong, especially my Gohan, but I want a challenge," Goku explained confused.
"Just leave, Kakarotto," Vejiita stated, moving into working with his ki blasts. "I will not let you interfere. I will become stronger. And I will do it alone. Leave." Vejiita stumbled, and before he realized his error, Vejiita was hit by one of his own ki attacks. He was thrown through the wall of the gravity room with a loud explosion and landed hard against the ground nearly forty yards away. Goku ran out of the room, noticing Buruma and the rest of her family run towards them.
"Son-kun! What happened?" Buruma asked worriedly.
"Vejiita was hit by a ki blast," Goku called back over his shoulder as he raced around to where Vejiita was thrown. He arrived to find him attempting to get up. "Vejiita, stay put. That was a powerful blast. Let Buruma and her mother get here."
"No, I am fine. I will keep on training. Now move, Kakarotto." Vejiita took a half step and promptly fell face forward onto the ground. Unconscious.
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Vejiita sat up slowly, the room spinning in his dizzy state. He looked slowly around and realized he was in his own room. He moved to get out of bed, but he started as a flash of blue caught his eye. 'What is she doing here?' There on the floor beside him, her head cradled in her arms upon his bed, was Buruma, fast asleep. 'She watched over me? Why would she care... for me? I thought...'
Vejiita was actually touched. Never in his life had he felt so cared about. 'She hates me. Why should she wait up watching over me?' Vejiita was confused. She had told him what she thought of him only a few days ago, why was she here? Looking at her, Vejiita's mouth twitched faintly. He knew that she was attracted to him, he could smell it on her, but he knew the difference between lust and actual caring for him. Reaching out a hand, he ran a feather-soft caress across her cheek.
He looked at his hand in shock and snatched it away. Looking toward her again, he felt the incredible need to just watch her. Her face was angelic when she slept, even with that small frown of worry that stayed on her face even in sleep. 'I need to get away from her. I am turning soft. I cannot even control my emotions when I am around her.' Turning over, Vejiita silently slipped out of the bed. Looking at the blue-haired woman asleep beside his bed, he frowned.
He looked down and noticed his state of undress. He smirked. 'The Onna probably blushed undressing me. Humans have such a peculiar fetish with clothing.' He pulled on a pair of his spandex shorts and a white tank top. He walked towards the balcony silently before turning to look back at the sleeping onna. He growled and padded over to her and gently picked her up in his strong arms, setting her in his bed. He pulled the blankets over her body, smirked as she sighed happily, and dug her face into the pillow, still asleep. He opened the balcony doors and lifted into the air. 'Time to leave this place.'
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Buruma groaned and stretched before burying her head in the large pillow. 'Pillow?' She snapped her head up and looked around, quickly taking in her surroundings. She was in Vejiita's room, in his bed and the idiotic Saiyajin was nowhere to be found. He moved her into his bed. 'Why? And where is that idiot?' Running out of the room, she headed toward the gravity room. 'That moron! What does he thing he is? Immortal?' Reaching the Gravity Room out of breath, she quickly opened the door.
"What do you thing you're doing, Vejiita?" Buruma demanded shocked. She expected to find Vejiita working out again. She did not expect to see him packing up the few training devises he possessed.
"I'm leaving, Onna." Vejiita didn't pause or look up at the worried young woman.
"Where do you think you're going? You need to rest before you take off, you fool. You aren't fit to be standing let alone tromping all over. Now go back to bed, you can leave when you rest a little more," Buruma said with a slight tremor in her voice. Her usual commands weren't as heated as usual. She was surprised to find she didn't want the Saiyajin to go. She would actually miss the infuriating beast.
"No, I'm leaving now. Go." Buruma looked at him, surprised to find he was all ready to leave. His packing done, he wanted to leave. Buruma was also shocked to realize she was hurt. She shouldn't have been hurt. 'I know he does not care about anything or anyone. So why does it hurt that he wants to leave?' Lost in her inward thoughts she missed Vejiita's slight twitch of an eyebrow as his mask almost slipped when he looked at her.
"Vejiita?" Buruma looked worried and Vejiita was startled that she was so tentative.
"What do you want now, Onna?" Vejiita growled.
"Don't leave," Buruma demanded softly. Not knowing what has come over herself, Buruma was a little frightened. This man was making her act so strangely. She never showed her vulnerability and yet here she was, almost begging the mighty Saiyajin not to leave her. She wanted to scream at him, hit him, or something. Not beg. But she couldn't bring herself to anything other than this.
"Why?" Vejiita was surprised to have her act so differently and found he couldn't keep up the gruff exterior. 'Why does she affect me so much? She should not affect me at all! She is weak and human! She should not make Vejiita no Ouji feel for her!'
"Because, Vejiita. Stay here." Tears stung her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. She would not let that man see her cry! Let alone over him!
Slowly, Vejiita approached her, almost against his will. "I cannot. I need to leave, Onna."
Looking up in surprise, she found him looking down at her from his two-inch height advantage. His face was completely expressionless but there was a pain within his eyes. 'He doesn't want to leave but is determined to. He will leave.' "Fine, Vejiita. Leave! Why do I care if you go?" she snapped, her voice cracking slightly in emotion.
Vejiita blinked. He walked closer to her, stopping just shy of her. Their bodies a breath away. "Why *do* you care?" he asked softly.
She stared in his onyx eyes. "I don't know, damn it!" she screamed in frustration.
He smirked at her. He leaned a little closer to her, noses almost touching. "You are attracted to me," he stated arrogantly.
She gaped at his audacity. "I am not!" she snapped at him.
He snorted. "I can smell it on you, Onna." He touched the side of his nose lightly. "Saiyajin have stronger senses, Onna. You get aroused every time I come near you." He watched the faint blush appear on her creamy cheeks, but she didn't look away. 'She has guts. Admirable.'
"Fine, you are completely hot, Vejiita. You run around the house half-naked, covered in sweat and all those muscles, what do you expect? I wasn't acting on it so you have nothing to worry about."
He moved a little closer to her causing her to back up. He continued walking towards her slowly until he had her cornered against the Gravity Room wall. "Why?" he asked huskily.
"Why what?" she asked confused. His proximately made her thoughts sluggish. She could feel the heat of his muscular body through their clothing and her heart pounded deep within her chest. 'What the hell is he doing?'
"Why do you not act upon it?"
She blinked startled. "Because you don't want me! I'm not a masochist, Vejiita. I don't go after a person who couldn't feel anything but hatred for me."
He watched her silently for a few moments and then his hands on both sides of her head. He leaned in and gently kissed her. Her eyes widened in shock and tentatively leaned in to return his kiss. He leaned into her soft body, nearly crushing her, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, gentle fingers playing with the soft hairs at the back of his head. She felt Vejiita trembled almost unnoticeably, still not moving to initiate more contact.
She pulled him roughly to her, striving for more contact. Needing more contact. He chuckled into her mouth before pulling away and looking at her. His face was once again expressionless. She wondered it that was as close as he got to letting down his walls. She always knew she was attracted to the surly Saiyajin but never would have dreamed about acting upon her lust. She found herself attracted to him in more ways than just the physical also, but again, always thought he was too busy with training and Saiyajin things to even pay attention to her except when he needed something fixed. The kiss surprised the hell out of her, to be sure. Did he feel the same? She didn't know and didn't think he'd ever tell her, either. He was a man of action not words.
He gently covered her lips again and pressed his chest into her own. He moved his hands to cup her face, gently bringing her closer. His body pinned her to the wall allowing her no escape from his hunger. He cursed himself silently for giving into his lust. His goddamn need for her. His control was gone and his body paid no heed to his head. He moaned softly into her mouth as he continued to drink from her sweetness, bringing her closer even as he pressed her harder to the wall. He felt her arms tremble as the attempted to squeeze his neck and smirked a little into her mouth. She didn't have the strength to hurt him even if she wanted to. Except with her words. He winced slightly at the memory causing her to pull away, worried.
"I didn't hurt-"
He kissed her again, effectively shutting her up. 'Humans always ruin things with their pointless chatter.' He ran his fingers threw her silky blue tresses, pulling her lips more firmly against his. He felt her hands move softly against his back eliciting a purr from him in response. Her mouth curved slightly under his lips at his reaction and he smirked in response. 'You want to play games, Onna? I will play games...' He moved his hands down her back to her buttocks, cupping them and pulling her hips into his hardness, a moan escaping her perfect lips. He pulled her legs around him fiercely, devouring her. He trailed kisses down her cheek onto her creamy throat; her own purr of pleasure was his reward. He savored the taste of her skin as he kissed her neck softly, tenderly, and lovingly.
"Vejiita," she moaned out softly, almost lost within the passion. She had never wanted to have a man more than now. Her entire body screamed out for him to take her now. Any more torture and she was sure she'd die of seer pleasure and pain. 'Kami, he's good. How the hell does a cold-blooded Saiyajin no Ouji turn into a sex god in mere seconds?' "How-" She gasped, interrupted herself as he ground his hips into hers suddenly.
"How what, little Onna?" he whispered huskily against her ear, his breath causing the tiny human to shiver against his hard body.
"How the hell did you learn all that? I mean, you don't seem like you," she paused and shivered slightly at his intense gaze he directed her way. "You're a warrior and I never thought you'd know how to well... make me turn into a big puddle of goo or make me want to tear your clothes off in a frenzy of sexual passion. I mean, damn," she muttered softly in frustration.
He looked at her a moment, his mind returning a little. He nuzzled her neck lightly and purred before setting her down on the floor. He stepped away from her and looked at her with those deep onyx eyes of his, his face once again expressionless. "You talk too much," he stated and crossed his arms over his chest. His desire obvious through his tight shorts but he knew he appeared as cool as always. Even if he felt the need to devour and conquer the fiery blue-haired Onna.
"I just wanted to know, Vejiita." She looked down at their feet, only a few inches separating them. "I don't want to be another one of your conquests. I don't want to give into those feelings and then have it be nothing more than a good fuck for you. I couldn't deal with it, Vejiita. I'm still with Yamucha-" Vejiita growled. Buruma ignored him and continued, "and if I'm going to give into you, I need to know I'm not going to hurt him needlessly."
He blinked. 'I had forgotten about the weak human she is with. She would give up that stupid human of hers for me? I am superior to him of course, but I thought- ' "What are you saying, Onna?"
She looked him in the eyes, her own full of lust, fear, hurt, confusion, and other emotions he had no hope of putting into words. "If this isn't just a fuck Vejiita, I'd give it all up. I'd give up my stable relationship with the man I thought I'd marry, thought I loved. I'd give it all up," she whispered.
He stared at her a moment, a faint twitch of an eyebrow the only sign of emotion. "Onna," he began slightly uncertain.
She put gentle fingers on his lips. "I'm not asking for a commitment, Vejiita," she assured. "Even if this is only one night, I need to know it won't be just a roll in the hay for you. I need to know it will mean something deeper than just a need to get laid." She smiled softly at him. "And I still want to know how the hell a warrior who exterminates planets has learned to light my skin afire with a simple caress. I want to know how a cold-hearted Saiyajin is able to become a tender lover in moments."
He stared at her. "Whoever said I was cold-hearted?" he asked softly, his voice more gruff than usual.
She gaped at him. Now that she thought of it, he never said he didn't feel. He just never expressed them. "I just thought that since you never express them, you didn't feel them," she mumbled in embarrassment.
He glared at her. "You of all people should have known better," he growled in anger. His anger only masked the hurt he felt.
"Huh?" She peered closely at him in shock. "Vejiita, no one knows you or what you feel or think. How am I supposed to know you better? I'm sorry I made assumptions, really I am. You confuse me sometimes and I can never read you. You always insult me and everyone else. I took things at face value and I apologize, Vejiita. That was wrong of me."
He watched her a few moments before nodding slightly in forgiveness. 'I suppose I cannot blame her, I have been perceived as cold-hearted and emotionless by everyone and I like it. Only rage has shown through. The only emotion worthy to show.'
"You seem to want that perception, why should I have known better?" she asked again.
He shrugged softly. "I live with you, Onna."
She blinked at him in understanding. 'I know him better than anyone ever has. Somewhat pathetic when I don't know him at all, but I suppose he is right. I've learned to read little signs. A twitch of an eyebrow, a small movement of his mouth, tightening of his jaw. And he is more open to me than the rest of the gang, now that I think about it. Always fighting with me, but he at least talks to me. He completely ignores the others unless he has to speak to them. Even Son-kun...' "I'm sorry," she said again.
He shrugged it off. It was his own fault.
"How do you know how to do that to a woman, Vejiita?"
He arched an eyebrow at her. "Are we not curious today," he remarked dryly in annoyance. 'Could she not shut up for once?'
She blushed. "I want to know. How many women have you been with?"
He grunted before replying. "What does it matter?"
"It matters because I don't want to be another peg in your collection of conquered women!" she snapped.
He smirked at her. "The Saiyajin are not like you humans," he sneered. "We are violent and ruthless warriors with an amazing bloodlust that only battle or a hunt can relieve it. We are not very sexually active in general though. You humans fuck everything! Saiyajin do not. We only mate when the male goes into their rut or finds a female that is in her heat cycle. That is until we choose a life-mate. Only then do we mate more often. And quite often," he smirked seductively.
"That doesn't answer my question," she pointed out.
He grunted. "Never, Onna. I went through my ruts aboard Furiza's ship and never had the pleasure of meeting a female Saiyajin since then and now they are all gone."
She gaped at the Saiyajin. "Never? Then how did you know where the hell to touch me to make me lose control like that?"
He shrugged. "My race is very attuned with our instincts, Onna. Not like humans," he sneered.
"What are these heats like?"
He looked at her strangely. "I am tired of answering questions, Onna." He took her slender shoulders in his large hands and pulled her to him roughly, pausing when her nose nearly touched his. "Are you quite finished now?"
"No, one more question. Why do you want me?"
He growled. "Onna, you are trying my patience," he threatened. "And I have been *unusually* patient with you right now."
"I need to know this isn't just some fuck, Vejiita!" she snapped back.
He kissed her roughly, possessively before pulling away. He smirked at her breathlessly. "Does that answer your question?"
"No," she murmured.
He let her go. "Fine." He walked out of the Gravity Room.
Buruma gaped at him and quickly ran after the Saiyajin. When she got outside, he was gone.
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AN: This baby was on my computer and happens to be my first DB fic EVER that I started... And I go through it and beginning to wonder what the hell was I thinking? But, I decided to work it and fix it and make it better! :P This is the first of many chapters! And yes, I'm still working on Jakuten!
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