The Bond

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is not owned by me. Toriyama-sama owns it. :P

By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)

Chapter Two: Situations
Rating: R

Buruma stepped out of the small shower and wrapped a blue towel around her naked body. She stepped out of the tiny bathroom, heading passed Vejiita's chosen room on the way to her own, pausing as she heard a soft grunt sound from his room. She cocked her head curiously. 'That's weird. He's always silent.'

They had been aboard the ship a week now and they both had settled into a type of routine. Neither talked to the other unless absolutely necessary, and Buruma suspected it was because he was as uncomfortable with the situation between them after the episode in the gravity room as she was. She was still puzzled as to why he wanted her to come with him, but didn't ask him again.

She knocked quietly at his door, concerned. She frowned when she didn't receive an answer. 'Did he hurt himself training again?' She quietly opened the door, peaking inside the darkened room. She could see a large hump in the bed that meant Vejiita was sleeping, only he seemed to be having a nightmare of some sort. His snores came out more like grunts and growls then the usual quiet purr. Her face softened and she quietly entered the room. Reaching the Saiyajin's bed, she quietly sat down on it, making sure to keep the towel covering her securely, and brushed her fingers over his troubled forehead tenderly. He was trembling slightly and sweat glistened from his naked chest and his rugged face. She ran a finger over his cheek softly, hoping to ease whatever troubled the mighty Saiyajin no Ouji. He leaned into the faint caress slightly, but otherwise it didn't affect him. She sighed and gently shook him. "Vejiita?" she whispered, trying to awaken him.

He shot out of bed, gasping, and looked around wildly, confusion evident on his face, as well as stark terror. His obsidian eyes focused on her and he frowned. "What-?" he asked roughly, his voice thick with sleep. He then seemed to finally notice she was covered with only a towel and his eyes roamed her exposed flesh. He blinked and then looked up into her eyes, clearly confused.

"You were having a nightmare or something," she murmured embarrassed. "I just got out of the shower when I heard noises coming from in here. I was worried you were hurt again."

He scowled. "Onna, go away," he ordered quietly, laying down and turning his back to her.

She frowned at him for a few moments, before placing a hand on his bare shoulder, blinking in surprise as he flinched away from her. "Vejiita?"

"Just leave, damn it!" he snapped.

She winced but persisted. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" he barked without facing her.

"What was the nightmare about?"

"None of your damn business, Onna! Leave. Me. Alone!" he snarled.

"No."

He turned to look at her, his eyes wide in shock. "Excuse me?"

"I said no."

He blinked. "Why?"

"I'm worried about you."

Scowling, Vejiita lay on his back, hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. "Why?" he demanded.

"You were having a nightmare. You never talk to me anymore. Why did you bring me with you if you're just going to ignore me?"

"I brought you with me because you can fix this ship should something happen to it. You can fix the scouter. You can fix damn near anything. Otherwise, I would have left you on that stupid planet!"

She flinched away from him. "Why do you have to be so cruel?" she asked softly, blinking the tears from her eyes. She would not cry in front of him. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She wouldn't let him see her vulnerable. He'd only use it to hurt her more.

To her surprise, he laughed bitterly. "Did you forget who I am, idiot? I am the monster who tried to destroy your friends, your planet, and your best friend! Of course I am cruel, idiot. I am evil!"

She cocked her head at him curiously. "You aren't the same person that did all of those things."

He looked at her as if she was crazy. "Of course I am."

"No. You aren't."

He sat up angrily and pushed her to the bed. He straddled her half-naked body and wrapped a hand around her slender throat. "Yes, I am!" he snarled and leaned down, his nose almost touching hers. He blinked when he realized she wasn't afraid. She looked back at him trustingly. "I could kill you with minimal effort, stupid Onna."

"You could but you won't."

He growled. "What makes you so sure?"

To his utter shock, she smiled. "I trust you."

"Are you insane?"

She shook her head slightly. "Not hardly," she whispered.

Vejiita looked at her silently for a few moments, his mind a whirlwind of confusion, shock, and terror. This little human onna trusted a murdering Saiyajin? She was absolutely nuts. He growled and then noticed something he had failed to before then. She was turned on. He started in surprise. She was *still* attracted to him? Even when he was threatening to kill her? The scent of her arousal nearly drove him mad, now that he was paying attention to it. She already drove him to distraction most the time and here she was, below him, almost naked, her blue hair wet and tousled from her shower. He then looked down, remembering how he went to bed. Naked. He groaned loudly and captured her lips with his own.

She responded immediately, throwing herself into the kiss with a passion that matched his own. She struggled to move her hands from under his knees, but he refused to let them loose. His own hands had moved from around her neck to the back of her head, pulling her towards him. She whimpered at the lack of contact and he smirked against her mouth, releasing her slowly from his kiss. "It is your own fault, Onna," he growled out and moved to rid her of the towel, his eyes roaming over her perfect body. "I suggest you leave, Onna," he whispered huskily, releasing her arms from under his knees. "Leave now, before you regret it."

She mimicked his earlier smirk and pounced on him, knocking the surprised Saiyajin backwards, and he soon found himself pinned underneath her. He growled at her, but made no motion to move, despite the very real fact he could with no effort at all. "Why would I regret it?" she asked, her own voice rough with suppressed passion. She leaned down and kissed his neck tenderly, eliciting a purr from her captive.

"Because," he began before pausing to moan as her tongue flicked out to taste his sensitive neck. "I am," he gasped as her blunt teeth nibbled on his ear, "evil, damn it!"

"Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?" she whispered against his ear.

"Get off, Onna!" he demanded, pulling her away from his neck and looking into her eyes. "Push the goddamn lust aside and think!"

She grinned. "I am."

"No, you are not. I am not a human, Onna. I am not kind or affectionate or a 'good guy'. I am cruel and sarcastic. I am a Saiyajin warrior who thrives on battle. The only love I have is for a good fight. Do you *want* to mate with someone who could never be who you want? Who you need?"

She looked at him curiously. "What about you? Do you really want to mate *me*?"

He snorted. "I am so turned on I can barely see straight! Why fucking not?"

She glared at him. "That's it? Just because you're turned on?"

He chuckled. "Well, what other reason would I have to fuck you?"

She snarled at him and pulled away from him. "Fine! I don't know why I would have thought about giving myself to you! You can just find some Saiyajin whore on Vejiita-sei when we get there and mate with *her*!" She turned and stomped out of the room.

Vejiita watched her leave and then looked down to see the towel she left. Her scent was all over him, all over the bed. Everywhere. And he was left with one massive erection, damn it! He controlled his breathing, attempting to get his lust under control. What the hell was he thinking? Taking the human as a mate would have been disastrous when he reached Vejiita-sei. He needed a proper Saiyajin female, not a weak human who didn't even give him the respect he demanded. He looked down at his body, glaring at his traitorous body part that was still aching. And the disgusting part was that it was still aching for *her*. The Onna shouldn't have been able to turn him on. It shouldn't have happened and she continually tried his control. He supposed he should have been glad he hadn't lost *all* of his control when she was here and was able to think clearly enough to make her refuse him. Otherwise, he would have mated her and damn it, he wanted to. More than anything he had desired before, he wanted to mate her.

Vejiita rolled under the covers. He growled angrily and tried to push it out of his mind, groaning when her face swam in his mind once more.

"Vejiita?"

His eyes snapped open and he looked towards the open door. 'Damn, I forgot she didn't shut it.' "What?" he snarled.

She walked into the room, eyes staying on the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Get out." He prayed she would do as he told her, he really didn't want to take her. Well, he did, but he wouldn't do it!

She shut her eyes and shook her head. "No." She walked towards him, her glorious body, thankfully, covered by a robe. Even if it wasn't much of a robe and he could still feel his desire increase just staring at her.

"Damn it, Onna! Get the fuck away from me! I do not want mind games or to mate or whatever you came back here for!"

"Vejiita-"

He appeared before her, pinning her to the wall. "You already made your decision, Onna. Get. Out! I do not want you!"

She arched an eyebrow at him and looked down pointedly. "Oh, really?"

He snarled. "Why will you not leave me alone?" he demanded angrily.

"You've always been alone, Vejiita."

"I like it that way!" he growled.

"No one likes it that way all the time," she murmured.

"I do!"

She snorted. "I don't believe you."

He groaned. "Onna, if you do not leave right now, I am going to fuck you and you will most definitely regret it." She smirked at him and he moaned inwardly. He growled low in his throat and leaned his aching body into hers, taking her lips with his own. He cursed himself for allowing his lust to control him and damning her six ways to hell for letting hers control her as well. 'I'll take her damn it. I'll just fuck her until she can't walk straight and then I'll be able to concentrate.'

~~~

Buruma smiled as she woke. She stretched happily and turned to burrow into the comfortable softness that was the bed, before snapping her eyes open, looking around wildly. She frowned when she noticed that she was still in Vejiita's bed, but alone. She moved to get out of the bed, but a dull pain between her legs decided her against that. For now. She looked under the sheets, saw dried blood on her legs, and growled. She knew she shouldn't have let him take her, but damn it, she had wanted him. And despite the initial pain, it had been glorious. She lay back down and sighed, fingering the mark on her neck, pondering this new turn of developments.

Despite his words last night, she knew that he didn't hate her or despise her. He may have been angry at her for allowing him to sate his lust with her, but that was his problem. He was almost mean to her as they made love, if that was what you could call it, but his actions showed him enjoying it as much as she was. She didn't know what to call their activity last night. Lovemaking was too strong, that was for sure, but fucking didn't sound right either. She sighed irritably. No use thinking about it now, she decided. She moved her legs, wincing as a pain shot through her again. Who knew losing your virginity would be so messy, painful, and wonderful at the same time? She laughed despite herself. Everyone thought she and Yamucha had done it, but in truth, she never let him. Although, technically, they were still together, she knew he wasn't faithful while she was on this ship with Vejiita and as soon as she came home, he'd accuse her of sleeping with the surly Saiyajin. So why not get screamed at for a very real reason this time?

She grunted and crawled out of bed, taking care of her soreness. She knew Vejiita wouldn't appreciate her being there all day. It was *his* bed after all. She grimaced as she saw the stains. She wrapped a sheet around herself, pulling the bedding with her, and headed towards the bathroom. She ran headlong into a wall, glancing up to find Vejiita staring at her, a frown on his face. She blinked. He was frowning, *not* scowling. "Yes, Vejiita?" she asked softly, trying to move around him, only to have him move to block her way. "What the hell is your problem, Vejiita?" she snarled angrily. "Can't I leave with as much dignity as I can? I don't need you to rub it in my face that you don't care about me, idiot. I'd like to shower and get dressed and pretend it didn't happen, if you don't mind." She glared at the Saiyajin.

"Why?"

"Because, as I told you before, I'm not a masochist! I don't need to be insulted or ridiculed right now. Can you move, please?"

"I was not going to insult or tease you," he growled quietly.

She snorted. "Yeah, right! I know you, Vejiita," she snapped. "That is your way to deal with things you don't like, understand or feel uncomfortable about. Can I shower now?"

He scowled at her, picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and padded softly to the bathroom. Buruma swatted at his back angrily. "Knock it off!" he barked.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"You wanted to shower. I want one as well."

She blinked. "Huh?"

"We are going to shower, stupid Onna!"

He set her down and proceeded to remove his armor and spandex. Buruma watched completely confused. 'What is he up to?' As soon as he was completely naked, he looked at her and scowled.

"Well?" he asked.

"What?"

He rolled his eyes and tore his sheets off her naked body. He looked away to turn on the water and then picked her up, placing her in the hot stream. She continued to stare at him in shock as he got in with her. He grabbed the soap and started washing her soft skin, Buruma staring at the new Vejiita in confusion. He paid special attention to her breasts and her inner thighs, she noticed. She cursed her body as it automatically reacted to his ministrations. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, continuing to watch the noble warrior bathe her. She was happy to notice his condition as he did so, just as turned on as she was. When he had finished, he smirked at her. "Onna," he growled.

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He shuddered against her, attempting to get his breathing under control, thanking whatever gods were looking over him, that it took her longer to form coherent thoughts. He set her down gently before washing himself off, very much aware of her eyes on him, and her confusion.

When he had finished washing his hair, he looked at the still silent woman and motioned her to get under the spray, and he proceeded to wash her body and hair. She stayed silent throughout his cleansing, frowning in complete bafflement. He was acting very strange and she had no idea what was going on in the proud warrior's mind at that moment. When he had finished, he turned off the water, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist, grabbing another to dry her off. By then, her voice had returned and her mind was swimming with a million questions.

"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded suddenly.

He smirked at her. "Drying you off, idiot."

"Why?"

"You are wet."

"No, Vejiita! Why are you being... being... nice?" she stuttered.

He scowled at her. "You would prefer I was cruel?"

"No! That's not what I mean. You are *never* nice, Vejiita. I figured after last night you'd shun me, or something! Then you go and shower *with* me, fuck me *again*, and then wash and dry me!"

"Your point?"

She growled. "Damn it, Vejiita! Stop acting like a moron!"

He smirked. "We have a lot of time left aboard this damn ship, Onna. What point is there in avoiding you or being exceptionally cruel to you? Why not screw around for awhile before we get to Vejiita-sei?"

She gaped at him. "What?"

He sighed irritably and turned away from her, drying off his hair with his towel, giving Buruma a nice view of his perfectly sculptured ass. "I would prefer to fuck you senseless while I still can, idiot."

"Huh?"

"In three months, I will be going through my yearly rut cycle, stupid. If I stopped this now, I would devour you then." He shrugged. "I figure, why put myself through that and just continue with this little game until we reach Vejiita-sei."

She growled at him. "Why should I let myself be available to you as your sex toy?"

He smirked. "You just did."

She swatted at his head. "So you're basically saying, we're going to have sex throughout this damn trip and stop when we reach Vejiita-sei, correct?" At his nod, she glared. "Why should I put up with that? Why be your little whore only to be pushed aside in a few months!? I do have my pride, damn it!"

"What would you have me do, Onna? Continue with this very *forbidden,* to my people, act while we stay on Vejiita-sei? Take you as my Queen?" He laughed cruelly. "You think too highly of yourself. You should put up with this because *you* want me, Onna, and for a while, you shall have me. What more do you want?"

"Oh, and you don't want me? You got just as hot over me as I got over you, stupid Ouji!" she screamed at him, wrapping the towel around her body, moving towards the door, only to find the Saiyajin no Ouji barring her way, a fierce glare on his face.

"You presume too much," he whispered quietly, the threat evident in his voice.

"What? You're going to lie to me now? I turn you on, Vejiita. Why else would you continue to have sex with me, baka? But, if you'd like, *Your Highness*," she sneered, "you can have me while we are on this ship, but after we arrive on Vejiita-sei, it is over. Even if you come crawling into my room on your hands and knees, I will not submit myself to you again. Understand? We will see if you can refrain from wanting me after having me." She stepped around him and left the Saiyajin no Ouji alone in the bathroom.

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AN: *Giggles* Isn't it lovely? *Evil grin* We shall see what happens, ne?

Lovies!