The Bond
Disclaimer: Hey, I'll give you a deal. You can attempt to sue me if you'd like, but because I am not making money off this, you won't get much. But I will be happy to give you my chronic ear problems. ^_^
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Nine: Arrivals
Nappa exited the small one-man pod he had taken from the Elite ship he had been piloting to Chikyuu-sei. Glancing around warily, the burly warrior sniffed, his lip curling in disgust, and levitated out of the huge crater his pod had created, landing beside it with a soft thud. He surveyed the lush valley he had inadvertently blemished slightly when he had crashed, a smirk forming beneath his thin mustache.
He was back. Chikyuu-sei. And he would destroy Kakarotto for the defeat that third-class nothing had dealt him during his first trip to the peaceful planet. A planet with a weak race inhabiting it. It should have been purged long ago when the weak infant was sent here. If only that third-class weakling had completed his mission!
Kakarotto would be defeated.
After that, he would return to Vejiita-sei to find his Prince. And the little bastard had shown his gratitude by killing him when he couldn't defend himself, as a weakling would die, not a Saiyajin Elite. He had to restore *his* honor, prove to both the King and Prince that he was still an Elite warrior, worthy of his position as Commander, and that he was not a weakling. He still carried the pride and fighting spirit of the Saiyajin, and he would show them by reclaiming his honor with the third-class fool's defeat.
All his loyalty to his Prince had meant nothing in the end, not to the arrogant brat he had raised as if he had been his own son! The Saiyajin no Ouji had betrayed him simply because he had been beaten. All the punishments he had received by Furiza for his protection of the young Prince he had sworn to protect meant *nothing* to the man he had become. What had become of the honor of the Saiyajin, of the Saiyajin no Ouji? Two decades of loyalty, sacrifice, protection, and honest caring for the boy had been betrayed after losing one simple battle.
A battle he couldn't have won. Kakarotto had grown too strong in that short amount of time, and while he had been too proud or blind to admit it then, he had clearly been outmatched in the battle with the Chikyuu-sei Saiyajin. The humiliation still stung every time his thoughts focused on that particular battle.
Vejiita had been the better warrior, as it should have been, but that shouldn't have been a reason for the Prince to kill him. He had been one of the only three Saiyajin left alive after the tyrant, Furiza, had destroyed their planet and their race. He had served the little brat unwavering for two decades, only to be betrayed by the very brat he had learned to care for.
His Prince had killed him.
Nappa proved his Saiyajin nature as he took a sort of grim amusement from the whole situation. He had raised the child Prince to be cold, and he had to admit he had done a damn good job. Of course, Furiza had helped. After all, no warrior would have made it a week in Furiza's armies if they had not been ruthless, hard, and unshakable themselves. Tears, emotion, or even a slip of your defenses for an instant, and you were dead. It had been as simple as that. Strong warriors had to work their way up through the ranks, while the weak had been killed along the way. And the only way to protect his Prince from the heartless tyrant had been to mold Vejiita into exactly what Furiza was, which had been what that monster had wanted. A murderer without honor, pity, or regret. A killer of races and planets who laughed almost mechanically at the slaughter he inflicted.
There had been no honor in a battle that had been merely genocide. There hadn't been honor in anything the tyrant had forced the Saiyajin to do for him. Nothing but worthless monkeys to him, the Saiyajin had to endure slander, ridicule, scorn, and hatred. They had been the joke of the entire empire that Furiza had once ruled, and they still were. Furiza had the last of the royal line of Vejiita in his power, and the Prince had to kneel to the vile creature, as if *he* had been worthy of such a display of 'respect'. And they had been ashamed.
Nappa had molded his Prince into a man he would have never become had their planet hadn't been destroyed. He made his Prince into something even the low-class Saiyajin would spit upon. Honorless. And it had lead to his own downfall, and his journey to Hell. Nappa had realized as he looked into Vejiita's completely cold gaze for the last time that he had made a terrible mistake. He shouldn't have turned the Prince into something that wasn't even Saiyajin anymore. He should have brought up his Prince as a Saiyajin no Ouji was supposed to be taught, despite being aboard their slaver's ship, and it could very well have ended in Vejiita's death. But his Prince had died a long time before Nappa had been killed. The Saiyajin that had stood before him then, with a cruel smirk and a pair cold, empty eyes, had been nothing more than an empty shell. A demon just like Furiza.
He absently wondered what exactly had happened to the man he had raised. He didn't know anything except what had been told to him. Furiza was dead. Vejiita was traveling to Vejiita-sei at that very moment. Nappa hoped the King could see exactly what his son was now, and annihilate him before it was too late.
'Deal with the Prince later; for now, Kakarotto must be destroyed for my defeat and humiliation in front of Vejiita-ouji. My honor will be restored!' Nappa's gloved hand moved to the scouter that was attached to the side of his face, quickly pressing the button a few times, and began his search for the rogue Saiyajin who called Chikyuu-sei home.
A series of beeps emitted from the device as numbers scrolled across the navy screen, and the bald warrior's eyes widened in shock and then horror abruptly took over. After a brief moment of incoherent thought, he suddenly exploded with a string of curses uttered in the language of his newly revived home planet.
Seven powers were headed his way. And every one of them was well over twenty thousand. Nappa knew even that might be deceptive, suddenly remembering that the warriors from this planet could suppress their ki levels, as they had done against him before. It had been a grand battle he'd thought he had won until the third-class *nothing* had appeared. Then... he had tasted defeat moments before he had learned the pain of treachery. Bitter betrayal by the very man the giant Saiyajin had cared for, cared for just as he would his own son, had he taken the time to mate before he had been assigned to the young Prince.
Nappa realized quickly that he would never achieve his revenge against Kakarotto with levels like that. If the third-class scum had achieved such power, surely his Prince had as well. Nappa's power itself had risen as well - Hell often had a habit of forcing you to either fight to survive, getting stronger, or...a soul-death - but knew his measly thirteen thousand would be defeated easily.
He was going to die today. And this time, he'd make sure it was a worthy death.
The huge warrior crossed his arms over his wide chest, and set his face into an indifferent scowl as the powers suddenly reached him, and dropped from the sky. His furry brown tail tightened around his waist as the newly revived Elite set eyes on the man who had defeated him and because of that defeat, his Prince had killed him.
"Nappa," Kakarotto said, crossing his own arms. The low-class - no, that should not apply to the warrior any longer, the gigantic warrior realized. He may have been labeled as third class in infancy, but things change. After all, Kakarotto was stronger than the King now.
The human fighters had immediately glared at him upon their landing, each sporting identical frowns directed at him, and this time around, there was no fear in their eyes. He remembered them all from the fight before. The short bald man, the scarred human, the Namek-jin, the tall three-eyed human, the little white-faced doll-like creature, the little demi-Saiyajin, and, of course, Kakarotto.
"Kakarotto," Nappa growled softly.
The softhearted Saiyajin sighed suddenly, giving Nappa a serious look. "You must realize that you won't even be a challenge to any of us now."
"I am aware of that!" Nappa snapped.
Scratching his head in confusion, Kakarotto asked, "If you knew that, why did you come?"
"To defeat the one who defeated me, and restore my pride, honor, and position. You have shamed me! I was beaten by a third-class nothing on a weak planet and didn't even get the chance to die honorably! My *Prince* killed me! Fight me, third-class, and this time finish it! Kakarotto, kill me now, as you should have done then! Let me have a death worthy of a Saiyajin Elite!"
Kakarotto cocked his head, frowning in confusion. "Sorry, Nappa, but I can't do that."
Nappa growled. "You're too soft to be a Saiyajin, Kakarotto! Be a warrior! Do it, third-class! Fight me!"
The scarred human suddenly laughed. "Saiyajin are all cracked. And I thought Vejiita had problems," he quipped, rolling his eyes.
Scowling at the human, Nappa hissed, "Fool, you do not know what you speak of!"
"I think I do, Nappa," the human shot back. "Vejiita is obsessive about his strength, and kept training to beat Goku. Damn near killed himself multiple times to do so even. But you just want to die! At least Vejiita never gave up!"
"Of course he didn't!" Nappa snapped. "He has not been taught what being a Saiyajin is! He learned under Furiza! He is Saiyajin by blood only!" The giant warrior sagged. "I failed him. I failed to teach him what a Saiyajin is. I should not have let Furiza turn him so effectively." He glared at the gathered Chikyuu-jin warriors angrily. "It is my fault he is without honor. He is nothing more than a second Furiza! And I allowed it! Kakarotto, fight me! Destroy me! I do not wish to see the monster my Prince has become on the throne! I do not wish to live with my shame! I should have stayed dead! Kakarotto, now!"
"Nappa," Kakarotto began quietly, "Vejiita isn't quite like that now. He's different from when you and he first came to Chikyuu-sei."
"You cannot lie to me! He is what I made him! I thought I was making him strong enough to survive Furiza, but I should have let him die instead. He can never change, I saw to that. He'll take the throne, and then do what Furiza had been doing. Conquer the universe, exterminate entire races, and he'll laugh while he does it! He cannot even feel any longer!"
The smaller Saiyajin gave Nappa a sympathetic look, which made the older warrior growl angrily. "Nappa, you might want to see Vejiita again. He's not quite the same as he was before. He is different."
The scarred warrior laughed nervously. "He's not that different, Goku. He is still pretty heartless to everyone."
Grinning, Kakarotto nodded. "True, but not to Buruma. Anyway, Nappa, we are not going to kill you. There is no reason to. Vejiita is coming back here soon; we have a few enemies that we need to fight in about two years. How would you like to stay and train with me? I'm sure we can help you get stronger, and if you don't mind," Goku looked a little hesitant then, "I'd like to learn a little of the Saiyajin. Especially if you say Vejiita is not a normal Saiyajin. Besides, I'm sure there are things you can teach us."
Nappa's mouth had fallen open after the younger Saiyajin suggested he stay. 'What the hell is wrong with him? I killed his friends! I threatened his planet! And I came back to kill him!' "What?!"
Laughing, Kakarotto walked towards him, causing Nappa to stiffen and drop into a defensive stance warily. "You were very strong when we fought last time, Nappa. Vejiita's strength has grown since then as well, and well, I'm sure we can use all the help we can get against the cyborgs. And if we train, I'm sure you'll get stronger, a lot stronger. What do you say?"
The large warrior was quiet for a long moment, mulling it over in his mind. He finally glanced up at the grinning Saiyajin in front of him, his eyes carefully guarded. "Fine," he replied gruffly.
~~~
Vejiita groaned quietly as a sudden sound disturbed his sleep. He snapped his eyes open, looking around in confusion until another soft chime sounded. He jumped slightly as something soft brushed against his arm, and glanced down to find the blue-haired Chikyuu-jin woman curled up to his side, her hair spread around her head, and a slight frown on her lips. His hand brushed over her silky hair once, his mouth twitching upwards, before rolling out of the bed. Pulling on his shorts, he padded softly out of the room, heading towards the bridge.
When he reached the room, he quickly checked their position, and smirked when he found they had arrived and were in orbit around Vejiita-sei. His home. He pressed a few buttons on the console, putting the view on the main screen, and his eyes widened at the view of his red planet.
It had been so long since he had last laid eyes on his planet. Nearly two decades ago he had last seen his planet, only a few short hours before it was destroyed. Vejiita didn't feel elated to see his newly resurrected planet after so long, and he frowned. In fact, he didn't feel anything. He had thought that he would at least feel *something* when he saw his home again. He felt absolutely nothing, and for the first time in his life, it worried him.
What kind of monster was he? Even when faced with the home he hadn't seen since he was six years old couldn't drudge up a tiny feeling of satisfaction or pleasure. Just... nothing.
His entire life he had strove for complete control over his emotions. He had tried to be the perfect killer. He had wanted nothing to do with anything that could hamper his revenge, his missions, and his goals. But he had never thought that he had achieved it. Until he was faced with something even he should have felt happy about.
When he had been told his planet had reappeared, he didn't feel anything more than shock. He had thought that maybe faced with it, he would feel more, but now... He slammed his hand down a button and turned off the screen.
'Am I truly this cold?'
~~~
Vejiita entered the bedroom nearly an hour later, his mind still troubled. He stopped beside the bed, gazing down at the little female who slept peacefully tangled in the sheets. Kneeling beside the large bed, he stared at his mate silently, his eyes tracing her face and barely covered form, his mind a whirl of torment and confusion.
He felt an odd urge to smile suddenly, a feeling of pride and contentment filling him as he watched her. He suddenly scowled, angry with himself for the weakness. This female could bring out such emotions within him, and yet his once dead home and people returning made him feel absolutely nothing? How could a female mean so much to him? How could his heart, his dead heart, feel for her when he felt nothing for the planet that he would now rule someday?
It was infuriating. He knew he didn't feel much about anything, except anger of course, but... this female had always brought out something whenever he was near her. And he feared that too. He couldn't feel for his planet, yet he could feel for her. It made no sense! And it was completely wrong. His planet, his people should be more important to him, not some weak human onna! Then again... before he had met her, he didn't feel anything but rage and hatred.
He suddenly remembered how he cried right before he had died on Namek, and he found himself growling softly at the memory. He had *cried* and *pleaded* with his rival to defeat Furiza. Kakarotto had thought it was because of his grief over the loss of his planet, but it hadn't really been the reason. He supposed a part of him, the buried child he had been so long ago, who had never had the chance to grieve for his planet, had come out then, but that wasn't what he had been feeling. He had been so angry with himself, so damn devastated that he couldn't achieve what he had sought all his life. He hadn't achieved his destiny, he had *failed* in the one thing that had kept him alive all those years. His entire life had been for nothing. He had endured so much for *nothing*! He had been dying... and Furiza had still lived. So, he had turned to the only other Saiyajin alive, and *pleaded* with him to do what he could not. He had been ashamed of his failure, and even more ashamed of his weak tears, but he had refused to die without Furiza. He had to make sure that the monster that had forced him into near slavery would die as well.
Sighing softly, he brushed a stray strand of her aqua hair off her forehead. "Onna," he said hesitantly. He didn't want to wake her just yet, but they did have to get down to the surface. He didn't want her to look at him and know that something was wrong. She had the annoying habit of being able to read him.
She opened sleepy eyes slowly, turning those clear blue eyes to his, a soft smile appearing on her face as they focused on him. "Morning," she mumbled as she stretched.
He grunted in return, watching her closely as she forced back the sleep and stretched almost cat-like. "We are in orbit around Vejiita-sei," he told her quietly. "Shower and get dressed."
She blinked and glanced over at him, a frown appearing on her face, and her eyebrows wrinkling slightly as she looked at him searchingly. "What's wrong?"
He growled irritably. "Nothing!"
She opened her mouth to speak again, but snapped it shut as she obviously thought better of it. Nodding, she crawled out of bed, not caring about her nudity. She paused just before entering the bathroom, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Vejiita?"
"Hn?" He stared at her as his eyes began to roam her body again. Cursing his weakness for her, he walked towards her. He gazed at her silently for a long moment, a blank expression on his face.
He surprised them both by suddenly brushing his lips over hers in a quick, but amazingly tender kiss that ended all to quickly for them both. He gave her another guarded look before disappearing out of the room, leaving her to shower alone.
~~~
AN: This time, my creative turn was to create a 'nice' Nappa! *Grins* For those who read my stuff fairly regularly, you know I've been threatening this for a long time! Hopefully, it doesn't seem too odd. ^_~ I always make Nappa either moronically stupid, or he's a sicko maniac who likes to rape and torture people. O_o; So a nice Nappa seemed to be in order. ^_^
Lovies!
Disclaimer: Hey, I'll give you a deal. You can attempt to sue me if you'd like, but because I am not making money off this, you won't get much. But I will be happy to give you my chronic ear problems. ^_^
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter Nine: Arrivals
Nappa exited the small one-man pod he had taken from the Elite ship he had been piloting to Chikyuu-sei. Glancing around warily, the burly warrior sniffed, his lip curling in disgust, and levitated out of the huge crater his pod had created, landing beside it with a soft thud. He surveyed the lush valley he had inadvertently blemished slightly when he had crashed, a smirk forming beneath his thin mustache.
He was back. Chikyuu-sei. And he would destroy Kakarotto for the defeat that third-class nothing had dealt him during his first trip to the peaceful planet. A planet with a weak race inhabiting it. It should have been purged long ago when the weak infant was sent here. If only that third-class weakling had completed his mission!
Kakarotto would be defeated.
After that, he would return to Vejiita-sei to find his Prince. And the little bastard had shown his gratitude by killing him when he couldn't defend himself, as a weakling would die, not a Saiyajin Elite. He had to restore *his* honor, prove to both the King and Prince that he was still an Elite warrior, worthy of his position as Commander, and that he was not a weakling. He still carried the pride and fighting spirit of the Saiyajin, and he would show them by reclaiming his honor with the third-class fool's defeat.
All his loyalty to his Prince had meant nothing in the end, not to the arrogant brat he had raised as if he had been his own son! The Saiyajin no Ouji had betrayed him simply because he had been beaten. All the punishments he had received by Furiza for his protection of the young Prince he had sworn to protect meant *nothing* to the man he had become. What had become of the honor of the Saiyajin, of the Saiyajin no Ouji? Two decades of loyalty, sacrifice, protection, and honest caring for the boy had been betrayed after losing one simple battle.
A battle he couldn't have won. Kakarotto had grown too strong in that short amount of time, and while he had been too proud or blind to admit it then, he had clearly been outmatched in the battle with the Chikyuu-sei Saiyajin. The humiliation still stung every time his thoughts focused on that particular battle.
Vejiita had been the better warrior, as it should have been, but that shouldn't have been a reason for the Prince to kill him. He had been one of the only three Saiyajin left alive after the tyrant, Furiza, had destroyed their planet and their race. He had served the little brat unwavering for two decades, only to be betrayed by the very brat he had learned to care for.
His Prince had killed him.
Nappa proved his Saiyajin nature as he took a sort of grim amusement from the whole situation. He had raised the child Prince to be cold, and he had to admit he had done a damn good job. Of course, Furiza had helped. After all, no warrior would have made it a week in Furiza's armies if they had not been ruthless, hard, and unshakable themselves. Tears, emotion, or even a slip of your defenses for an instant, and you were dead. It had been as simple as that. Strong warriors had to work their way up through the ranks, while the weak had been killed along the way. And the only way to protect his Prince from the heartless tyrant had been to mold Vejiita into exactly what Furiza was, which had been what that monster had wanted. A murderer without honor, pity, or regret. A killer of races and planets who laughed almost mechanically at the slaughter he inflicted.
There had been no honor in a battle that had been merely genocide. There hadn't been honor in anything the tyrant had forced the Saiyajin to do for him. Nothing but worthless monkeys to him, the Saiyajin had to endure slander, ridicule, scorn, and hatred. They had been the joke of the entire empire that Furiza had once ruled, and they still were. Furiza had the last of the royal line of Vejiita in his power, and the Prince had to kneel to the vile creature, as if *he* had been worthy of such a display of 'respect'. And they had been ashamed.
Nappa had molded his Prince into a man he would have never become had their planet hadn't been destroyed. He made his Prince into something even the low-class Saiyajin would spit upon. Honorless. And it had lead to his own downfall, and his journey to Hell. Nappa had realized as he looked into Vejiita's completely cold gaze for the last time that he had made a terrible mistake. He shouldn't have turned the Prince into something that wasn't even Saiyajin anymore. He should have brought up his Prince as a Saiyajin no Ouji was supposed to be taught, despite being aboard their slaver's ship, and it could very well have ended in Vejiita's death. But his Prince had died a long time before Nappa had been killed. The Saiyajin that had stood before him then, with a cruel smirk and a pair cold, empty eyes, had been nothing more than an empty shell. A demon just like Furiza.
He absently wondered what exactly had happened to the man he had raised. He didn't know anything except what had been told to him. Furiza was dead. Vejiita was traveling to Vejiita-sei at that very moment. Nappa hoped the King could see exactly what his son was now, and annihilate him before it was too late.
'Deal with the Prince later; for now, Kakarotto must be destroyed for my defeat and humiliation in front of Vejiita-ouji. My honor will be restored!' Nappa's gloved hand moved to the scouter that was attached to the side of his face, quickly pressing the button a few times, and began his search for the rogue Saiyajin who called Chikyuu-sei home.
A series of beeps emitted from the device as numbers scrolled across the navy screen, and the bald warrior's eyes widened in shock and then horror abruptly took over. After a brief moment of incoherent thought, he suddenly exploded with a string of curses uttered in the language of his newly revived home planet.
Seven powers were headed his way. And every one of them was well over twenty thousand. Nappa knew even that might be deceptive, suddenly remembering that the warriors from this planet could suppress their ki levels, as they had done against him before. It had been a grand battle he'd thought he had won until the third-class *nothing* had appeared. Then... he had tasted defeat moments before he had learned the pain of treachery. Bitter betrayal by the very man the giant Saiyajin had cared for, cared for just as he would his own son, had he taken the time to mate before he had been assigned to the young Prince.
Nappa realized quickly that he would never achieve his revenge against Kakarotto with levels like that. If the third-class scum had achieved such power, surely his Prince had as well. Nappa's power itself had risen as well - Hell often had a habit of forcing you to either fight to survive, getting stronger, or...a soul-death - but knew his measly thirteen thousand would be defeated easily.
He was going to die today. And this time, he'd make sure it was a worthy death.
The huge warrior crossed his arms over his wide chest, and set his face into an indifferent scowl as the powers suddenly reached him, and dropped from the sky. His furry brown tail tightened around his waist as the newly revived Elite set eyes on the man who had defeated him and because of that defeat, his Prince had killed him.
"Nappa," Kakarotto said, crossing his own arms. The low-class - no, that should not apply to the warrior any longer, the gigantic warrior realized. He may have been labeled as third class in infancy, but things change. After all, Kakarotto was stronger than the King now.
The human fighters had immediately glared at him upon their landing, each sporting identical frowns directed at him, and this time around, there was no fear in their eyes. He remembered them all from the fight before. The short bald man, the scarred human, the Namek-jin, the tall three-eyed human, the little white-faced doll-like creature, the little demi-Saiyajin, and, of course, Kakarotto.
"Kakarotto," Nappa growled softly.
The softhearted Saiyajin sighed suddenly, giving Nappa a serious look. "You must realize that you won't even be a challenge to any of us now."
"I am aware of that!" Nappa snapped.
Scratching his head in confusion, Kakarotto asked, "If you knew that, why did you come?"
"To defeat the one who defeated me, and restore my pride, honor, and position. You have shamed me! I was beaten by a third-class nothing on a weak planet and didn't even get the chance to die honorably! My *Prince* killed me! Fight me, third-class, and this time finish it! Kakarotto, kill me now, as you should have done then! Let me have a death worthy of a Saiyajin Elite!"
Kakarotto cocked his head, frowning in confusion. "Sorry, Nappa, but I can't do that."
Nappa growled. "You're too soft to be a Saiyajin, Kakarotto! Be a warrior! Do it, third-class! Fight me!"
The scarred human suddenly laughed. "Saiyajin are all cracked. And I thought Vejiita had problems," he quipped, rolling his eyes.
Scowling at the human, Nappa hissed, "Fool, you do not know what you speak of!"
"I think I do, Nappa," the human shot back. "Vejiita is obsessive about his strength, and kept training to beat Goku. Damn near killed himself multiple times to do so even. But you just want to die! At least Vejiita never gave up!"
"Of course he didn't!" Nappa snapped. "He has not been taught what being a Saiyajin is! He learned under Furiza! He is Saiyajin by blood only!" The giant warrior sagged. "I failed him. I failed to teach him what a Saiyajin is. I should not have let Furiza turn him so effectively." He glared at the gathered Chikyuu-jin warriors angrily. "It is my fault he is without honor. He is nothing more than a second Furiza! And I allowed it! Kakarotto, fight me! Destroy me! I do not wish to see the monster my Prince has become on the throne! I do not wish to live with my shame! I should have stayed dead! Kakarotto, now!"
"Nappa," Kakarotto began quietly, "Vejiita isn't quite like that now. He's different from when you and he first came to Chikyuu-sei."
"You cannot lie to me! He is what I made him! I thought I was making him strong enough to survive Furiza, but I should have let him die instead. He can never change, I saw to that. He'll take the throne, and then do what Furiza had been doing. Conquer the universe, exterminate entire races, and he'll laugh while he does it! He cannot even feel any longer!"
The smaller Saiyajin gave Nappa a sympathetic look, which made the older warrior growl angrily. "Nappa, you might want to see Vejiita again. He's not quite the same as he was before. He is different."
The scarred warrior laughed nervously. "He's not that different, Goku. He is still pretty heartless to everyone."
Grinning, Kakarotto nodded. "True, but not to Buruma. Anyway, Nappa, we are not going to kill you. There is no reason to. Vejiita is coming back here soon; we have a few enemies that we need to fight in about two years. How would you like to stay and train with me? I'm sure we can help you get stronger, and if you don't mind," Goku looked a little hesitant then, "I'd like to learn a little of the Saiyajin. Especially if you say Vejiita is not a normal Saiyajin. Besides, I'm sure there are things you can teach us."
Nappa's mouth had fallen open after the younger Saiyajin suggested he stay. 'What the hell is wrong with him? I killed his friends! I threatened his planet! And I came back to kill him!' "What?!"
Laughing, Kakarotto walked towards him, causing Nappa to stiffen and drop into a defensive stance warily. "You were very strong when we fought last time, Nappa. Vejiita's strength has grown since then as well, and well, I'm sure we can use all the help we can get against the cyborgs. And if we train, I'm sure you'll get stronger, a lot stronger. What do you say?"
The large warrior was quiet for a long moment, mulling it over in his mind. He finally glanced up at the grinning Saiyajin in front of him, his eyes carefully guarded. "Fine," he replied gruffly.
~~~
Vejiita groaned quietly as a sudden sound disturbed his sleep. He snapped his eyes open, looking around in confusion until another soft chime sounded. He jumped slightly as something soft brushed against his arm, and glanced down to find the blue-haired Chikyuu-jin woman curled up to his side, her hair spread around her head, and a slight frown on her lips. His hand brushed over her silky hair once, his mouth twitching upwards, before rolling out of the bed. Pulling on his shorts, he padded softly out of the room, heading towards the bridge.
When he reached the room, he quickly checked their position, and smirked when he found they had arrived and were in orbit around Vejiita-sei. His home. He pressed a few buttons on the console, putting the view on the main screen, and his eyes widened at the view of his red planet.
It had been so long since he had last laid eyes on his planet. Nearly two decades ago he had last seen his planet, only a few short hours before it was destroyed. Vejiita didn't feel elated to see his newly resurrected planet after so long, and he frowned. In fact, he didn't feel anything. He had thought that he would at least feel *something* when he saw his home again. He felt absolutely nothing, and for the first time in his life, it worried him.
What kind of monster was he? Even when faced with the home he hadn't seen since he was six years old couldn't drudge up a tiny feeling of satisfaction or pleasure. Just... nothing.
His entire life he had strove for complete control over his emotions. He had tried to be the perfect killer. He had wanted nothing to do with anything that could hamper his revenge, his missions, and his goals. But he had never thought that he had achieved it. Until he was faced with something even he should have felt happy about.
When he had been told his planet had reappeared, he didn't feel anything more than shock. He had thought that maybe faced with it, he would feel more, but now... He slammed his hand down a button and turned off the screen.
'Am I truly this cold?'
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Vejiita entered the bedroom nearly an hour later, his mind still troubled. He stopped beside the bed, gazing down at the little female who slept peacefully tangled in the sheets. Kneeling beside the large bed, he stared at his mate silently, his eyes tracing her face and barely covered form, his mind a whirl of torment and confusion.
He felt an odd urge to smile suddenly, a feeling of pride and contentment filling him as he watched her. He suddenly scowled, angry with himself for the weakness. This female could bring out such emotions within him, and yet his once dead home and people returning made him feel absolutely nothing? How could a female mean so much to him? How could his heart, his dead heart, feel for her when he felt nothing for the planet that he would now rule someday?
It was infuriating. He knew he didn't feel much about anything, except anger of course, but... this female had always brought out something whenever he was near her. And he feared that too. He couldn't feel for his planet, yet he could feel for her. It made no sense! And it was completely wrong. His planet, his people should be more important to him, not some weak human onna! Then again... before he had met her, he didn't feel anything but rage and hatred.
He suddenly remembered how he cried right before he had died on Namek, and he found himself growling softly at the memory. He had *cried* and *pleaded* with his rival to defeat Furiza. Kakarotto had thought it was because of his grief over the loss of his planet, but it hadn't really been the reason. He supposed a part of him, the buried child he had been so long ago, who had never had the chance to grieve for his planet, had come out then, but that wasn't what he had been feeling. He had been so angry with himself, so damn devastated that he couldn't achieve what he had sought all his life. He hadn't achieved his destiny, he had *failed* in the one thing that had kept him alive all those years. His entire life had been for nothing. He had endured so much for *nothing*! He had been dying... and Furiza had still lived. So, he had turned to the only other Saiyajin alive, and *pleaded* with him to do what he could not. He had been ashamed of his failure, and even more ashamed of his weak tears, but he had refused to die without Furiza. He had to make sure that the monster that had forced him into near slavery would die as well.
Sighing softly, he brushed a stray strand of her aqua hair off her forehead. "Onna," he said hesitantly. He didn't want to wake her just yet, but they did have to get down to the surface. He didn't want her to look at him and know that something was wrong. She had the annoying habit of being able to read him.
She opened sleepy eyes slowly, turning those clear blue eyes to his, a soft smile appearing on her face as they focused on him. "Morning," she mumbled as she stretched.
He grunted in return, watching her closely as she forced back the sleep and stretched almost cat-like. "We are in orbit around Vejiita-sei," he told her quietly. "Shower and get dressed."
She blinked and glanced over at him, a frown appearing on her face, and her eyebrows wrinkling slightly as she looked at him searchingly. "What's wrong?"
He growled irritably. "Nothing!"
She opened her mouth to speak again, but snapped it shut as she obviously thought better of it. Nodding, she crawled out of bed, not caring about her nudity. She paused just before entering the bathroom, glancing at him over her shoulder. "Vejiita?"
"Hn?" He stared at her as his eyes began to roam her body again. Cursing his weakness for her, he walked towards her. He gazed at her silently for a long moment, a blank expression on his face.
He surprised them both by suddenly brushing his lips over hers in a quick, but amazingly tender kiss that ended all to quickly for them both. He gave her another guarded look before disappearing out of the room, leaving her to shower alone.
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AN: This time, my creative turn was to create a 'nice' Nappa! *Grins* For those who read my stuff fairly regularly, you know I've been threatening this for a long time! Hopefully, it doesn't seem too odd. ^_~ I always make Nappa either moronically stupid, or he's a sicko maniac who likes to rape and torture people. O_o; So a nice Nappa seemed to be in order. ^_^
Lovies!
