True Pain
Disclaimer: I'm drinking LOTS of coffee... that is, for some stupid reason, making me act like a crack head. I doubt you'd WANT to sue me... then you'd have to deal with me.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: Mia Skywalker and Lynz for beta-ing.
Chapter One: Confusion
Buruma wiped her forehead with the back of her arm, surveying the top of the gravity room. 'Finally done.' She stood on the top of a ladder, her dark blue overalls stained with grease and dirt. Her black t-shirt was soiled as well, only it was more difficult to see.
"Onna."
Buruma shrieked in surprise, jumping as she did so, and teetered on the ladder. She felt a hand press between her shoulder blades and push her upright until she caught her balance, and then it released her. She turned to glare at the Saiyajin floating behind her. "Vejiita, don't do that!"
He gave her an amused smirk. "Done?"
She nodded. "I think so.
"About time."
She shot him a glare.
He just gave her another superior smirk. He then put his hands on her slender waist and picked her off the ladder, lowering her to the ground. She didn't screech that time, but she gave him a weird look. "What?" he asked in amusement.
"N-nothing," she sputtered, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand again. "Enjoy, Vejiita. This time, wait more than two weeks before destroying it again, okay?"
His smirk widened.
Rolling her eyes, she turned and walked towards the house. "And be careful with yourself, idiot! You're grouchy when you're too injured to get out of bed."
She heard a faint snort behind her and the sound of the gravity room's door opening. Shaking her head, Buruma entered the house and headed towards the bathroom. She really needed a shower.
~~~
Standing before her steamy bathroom mirror, Buruma dried her hair with a large dark blue towel. Another one of the same color was wrapped around her slender body, and she hummed softly to herself.
Just as she was picking up her hairbrush, the phone rang loudly from the other room. She sighed irritably and trudged out of the bathroom, securing the towel around her. Striding softly to her phone beside the large king-sized bed, she shook her head to settle her wild hair that had yet to be combed. She picked up the phone on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Buruma," a soft voice greeted her.
She winced at the sadness in the familiar voice and switched the phone to the other ear. "Yamucha."
"I just... wanted to see if you changed your mind?" he asked hopefully.
Her resolve nearly broke and she opened her mouth to tell him that she wanted to try again, when the bedroom door slammed opened.
"Onna!" he hissed angrily, before his eyes fell on her. He blinked as he noticed that she was dressed in only a towel, and her hair was still wet and mussed, falling around her face sexily.
She glanced at him, her eyes sad, before she spoke into the phone. "Yamucha, I... I can't."
Vejiita's face went blank, and he strolled into the room after shutting the door. He leaned against the wall beside her, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at her. Not threatening, just... stared at her. His eyes were devoid of emotion, a small frown sporting his face instead of the usual scowl.
"Baby, please. It's killing me. I love you. I love you so much. Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, don't leave me," he whispered brokenly.
Vejiita's eye twitched slightly as he watched her and Buruma assumed it was because he could hear what Yamucha was saying. She wanted to push him out of the room and give her some privacy. But... she knew she'd fold and go back to Yamucha, like she always did, if he wasn't there.
"Yamucha..."
Vejiita shook his head, telling her no.
"Buruma, please. We've always gotten back together before. Please, Buruma."
"Yamucha, do you really want to be with me? I don't love you like you want me to. We always fight. I can't love you like you love me," she told him sadly, her eyes beginning to sting. She blinked back the oncoming tears; she was slightly worried that Vejiita wouldn't let her live that one down.
"I don't care, Buruma. You can learn-"
Vejiita snorted.
"Yamucha, it's been ten years. How long would it take? You've always been a wonderful boyfriend to me, but... I just can't love you. I wasn't happy, Yamucha. And neither were you. You always wanted more than I could give. I'm sorry, Yamucha. We're better off as friends."
A soft sigh answered her from the other end. "Buruma, I'll try harder-"
The blue-haired, half-naked woman closed her eyes after a tear escaped and ran slowly down her cheek. "I'm sorry, Yamucha," she whispered and hung up the phone.
She kept her eyes closed, attempting to get herself under control. She felt a soft touch against her cheek, and her eyes snapped open in shock. Vejiita's gloved hand cupped her face, and his thumb wiped away her tear. He pulled his hand away from her and smirked slightly at her, and then was gone.
Buruma stood there in her towel, blinking rapidly as her mind tried to get over the fact that Vejiita was acting... nice. And considerate. And almost... caring.
She shook her head rapidly, and sauntered back to the bathroom. She'd go crazy if she kept thinking on his odd behavior. Vejiita was nothing if not unpredictable. She sighed. He'd always be a mystery to her. Smiling suddenly, she realized she liked it that way. The little glimpses inside his hard shell gave her something to think on. She began to hum again softly and disappeared into the bathroom.
~~~
Life went back to normal after that. Vejiita would blow up the gravity room an average of once a month, end up injured enough for medical attention once a week, and Buruma went back to working in her lab when she wasn't waiting on the arrogant Saiyajin no Ouji. They didn't talk much, their arguments were heated but normal, and life moved on.
Buruma often felt worse late at night, right before she fell asleep. It was only then that she felt the loneliness became almost unbearable, and she cried herself to sleep more often than not. Vejiita had no idea she was still upset, and for that, Buruma was thankful.
~~~
The blue-haired heiress of Capsule Corporation trudged into the dark house after midnight. She looked, frankly, like Hell. She dropped her coat, purse, and capsule case on the floor beside the door, too tired to put them away. Starting on her buttons on her blue blouse, she padded softly up the darkened stairwell and headed towards her room.
She paused outside of her roommate's door when a muffled sound reached her ears from the other side. She debated whether to knock or not, almost too tired to stand. She knocked softly a second later, worried about the stubborn Saiyajin.
"What, Onna?" his gruff voice demanded irritably through the door.
"Can I come in?" she called back.
"It's unlocked," he growled.
She slowly opened it, peeking in. "Are you okay?" she asked, walking the rest of the way into the dark room. Her eyes adjusted slowly and she was finally able to make out a Vejiita-shaped shadow beside the window. She walked softly over to him.
He grunted softly. "Of course I am."
Rolling her eyes, she came up beside him and stopped. She eyed him carefully in the low light, checking him for injuries. "Did you hurt yourself training?" she asked, concerned.
He growled at her. "What do you care?" he hissed.
She blinked and glanced into his gleaming eyes. "What?"
"Why the hell do you care?" he demanded, his biceps twitching slightly in irritation. She glanced at him, noticing with a small blush that he was almost naked, and wearing only a tight pair of spandex shorts. He turned away from her and stared out of the window.
"I do worry about you, idiot. I didn't invite you to stay with me just so I could watch you kill yourself with your stupid drive to best Son-kun."
He growled again, not looking at her. "Go away."
She sighed. "Are you injured?"
"Not really," he snapped.
"Not really? Let me see," she said, suddenly moving to stand in front of him. She put a hand on his bare arm, and drew it away from his side. She gasped as she saw the nasty cut that was still bleeding, and the large bruise that surrounded it. "Vejiita!"
He was growling low in his throat, but didn't jerk away from her touch. She led him away from the window and urged him to sit on the bed. He just stared at her and allowed Buruma to push him around. She disappeared into his bathroom, and emerged moments later with a large white box and a wet cloth.
Kneeling in front of the silent Saiyajin, she moved his arm away from his injured side again, and gently dabbed the wet cloth around it, cleaning the blood off. He didn't even make a sound, his eyes following her every movement. She set the rag down, and reached into the white box, pulling out a few bandages.
She was done within a few moments and cleaned up her mess silently. After returning from the bathroom again, she stopped at the foot of his bed, watching him stare at her.
"Why?" he asked, his voice gruff and confused.
She smiled at him. "I'm weird. For some strange reason, I like you, Vejiita. And with that comes concern. I don't like to see you in pain."
He snorted. "Life is full of pain."
Her smile disappeared and she knelt in front of him. "You may be right, Vejiita. But if I can help it, I don't want you in pain."
He blinked at her and stared into her eyes. "Why?" he asked again. As if he was asking 'why me?'
She smiled and stood up. "Because, Vejiita. Together, you and I, we aren't alone," she said, repeating to him the very words he said to her. And then she left the bewildered Saiyajin alone.
~~~
Vejiita blinked at the shut door a moment before the familiar scowl graced his face. That female confused him more than he cared to admit. He couldn't figure her out, couldn't understand her mind, and that bothered him.
She was strong-willed and intelligent. She was gorgeous, too. Vejiita had noticed her half-buttoned shirt when she knelt before him, and for some strange reason, he yearned for something he couldn't even name. He wanted to touch her. Taste her. Feel those creamy breasts that had teased him tonight. He wanted to experience them beneath his strong hands.
He didn't understand it. He felt an unfamiliar ache in his groin, and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why it increased when his mind focused on the sight of her half-buttoned shirt, the top of her full breast that greeted his hungry eyes. He hadn't felt... lust before, not once in his entire life.
Frankly, the feeling scared the hell out of him. Lust was a weakness, a weakness he had been proud he had never fallen prey to. Until now. As a Saiyajin, the instinct to fight was stronger than any other emotion. Anger, pride, and wicked amusement he knew well.
Lusting after a human when it shouldn't have been possible at all. And for the first time, Vejiita found himself dreaming of something other than beating his rival, achieving Supersaiyajin, or killing Furiza. He found himself dreaming of her.
And he hated it.
~~~
AN: ^_^;
Lovies!
Disclaimer: I'm drinking LOTS of coffee... that is, for some stupid reason, making me act like a crack head. I doubt you'd WANT to sue me... then you'd have to deal with me.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: Mia Skywalker and Lynz for beta-ing.
Chapter One: Confusion
Buruma wiped her forehead with the back of her arm, surveying the top of the gravity room. 'Finally done.' She stood on the top of a ladder, her dark blue overalls stained with grease and dirt. Her black t-shirt was soiled as well, only it was more difficult to see.
"Onna."
Buruma shrieked in surprise, jumping as she did so, and teetered on the ladder. She felt a hand press between her shoulder blades and push her upright until she caught her balance, and then it released her. She turned to glare at the Saiyajin floating behind her. "Vejiita, don't do that!"
He gave her an amused smirk. "Done?"
She nodded. "I think so.
"About time."
She shot him a glare.
He just gave her another superior smirk. He then put his hands on her slender waist and picked her off the ladder, lowering her to the ground. She didn't screech that time, but she gave him a weird look. "What?" he asked in amusement.
"N-nothing," she sputtered, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand again. "Enjoy, Vejiita. This time, wait more than two weeks before destroying it again, okay?"
His smirk widened.
Rolling her eyes, she turned and walked towards the house. "And be careful with yourself, idiot! You're grouchy when you're too injured to get out of bed."
She heard a faint snort behind her and the sound of the gravity room's door opening. Shaking her head, Buruma entered the house and headed towards the bathroom. She really needed a shower.
~~~
Standing before her steamy bathroom mirror, Buruma dried her hair with a large dark blue towel. Another one of the same color was wrapped around her slender body, and she hummed softly to herself.
Just as she was picking up her hairbrush, the phone rang loudly from the other room. She sighed irritably and trudged out of the bathroom, securing the towel around her. Striding softly to her phone beside the large king-sized bed, she shook her head to settle her wild hair that had yet to be combed. She picked up the phone on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Buruma," a soft voice greeted her.
She winced at the sadness in the familiar voice and switched the phone to the other ear. "Yamucha."
"I just... wanted to see if you changed your mind?" he asked hopefully.
Her resolve nearly broke and she opened her mouth to tell him that she wanted to try again, when the bedroom door slammed opened.
"Onna!" he hissed angrily, before his eyes fell on her. He blinked as he noticed that she was dressed in only a towel, and her hair was still wet and mussed, falling around her face sexily.
She glanced at him, her eyes sad, before she spoke into the phone. "Yamucha, I... I can't."
Vejiita's face went blank, and he strolled into the room after shutting the door. He leaned against the wall beside her, crossed his arms over his chest, and stared at her. Not threatening, just... stared at her. His eyes were devoid of emotion, a small frown sporting his face instead of the usual scowl.
"Baby, please. It's killing me. I love you. I love you so much. Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, don't leave me," he whispered brokenly.
Vejiita's eye twitched slightly as he watched her and Buruma assumed it was because he could hear what Yamucha was saying. She wanted to push him out of the room and give her some privacy. But... she knew she'd fold and go back to Yamucha, like she always did, if he wasn't there.
"Yamucha..."
Vejiita shook his head, telling her no.
"Buruma, please. We've always gotten back together before. Please, Buruma."
"Yamucha, do you really want to be with me? I don't love you like you want me to. We always fight. I can't love you like you love me," she told him sadly, her eyes beginning to sting. She blinked back the oncoming tears; she was slightly worried that Vejiita wouldn't let her live that one down.
"I don't care, Buruma. You can learn-"
Vejiita snorted.
"Yamucha, it's been ten years. How long would it take? You've always been a wonderful boyfriend to me, but... I just can't love you. I wasn't happy, Yamucha. And neither were you. You always wanted more than I could give. I'm sorry, Yamucha. We're better off as friends."
A soft sigh answered her from the other end. "Buruma, I'll try harder-"
The blue-haired, half-naked woman closed her eyes after a tear escaped and ran slowly down her cheek. "I'm sorry, Yamucha," she whispered and hung up the phone.
She kept her eyes closed, attempting to get herself under control. She felt a soft touch against her cheek, and her eyes snapped open in shock. Vejiita's gloved hand cupped her face, and his thumb wiped away her tear. He pulled his hand away from her and smirked slightly at her, and then was gone.
Buruma stood there in her towel, blinking rapidly as her mind tried to get over the fact that Vejiita was acting... nice. And considerate. And almost... caring.
She shook her head rapidly, and sauntered back to the bathroom. She'd go crazy if she kept thinking on his odd behavior. Vejiita was nothing if not unpredictable. She sighed. He'd always be a mystery to her. Smiling suddenly, she realized she liked it that way. The little glimpses inside his hard shell gave her something to think on. She began to hum again softly and disappeared into the bathroom.
~~~
Life went back to normal after that. Vejiita would blow up the gravity room an average of once a month, end up injured enough for medical attention once a week, and Buruma went back to working in her lab when she wasn't waiting on the arrogant Saiyajin no Ouji. They didn't talk much, their arguments were heated but normal, and life moved on.
Buruma often felt worse late at night, right before she fell asleep. It was only then that she felt the loneliness became almost unbearable, and she cried herself to sleep more often than not. Vejiita had no idea she was still upset, and for that, Buruma was thankful.
~~~
The blue-haired heiress of Capsule Corporation trudged into the dark house after midnight. She looked, frankly, like Hell. She dropped her coat, purse, and capsule case on the floor beside the door, too tired to put them away. Starting on her buttons on her blue blouse, she padded softly up the darkened stairwell and headed towards her room.
She paused outside of her roommate's door when a muffled sound reached her ears from the other side. She debated whether to knock or not, almost too tired to stand. She knocked softly a second later, worried about the stubborn Saiyajin.
"What, Onna?" his gruff voice demanded irritably through the door.
"Can I come in?" she called back.
"It's unlocked," he growled.
She slowly opened it, peeking in. "Are you okay?" she asked, walking the rest of the way into the dark room. Her eyes adjusted slowly and she was finally able to make out a Vejiita-shaped shadow beside the window. She walked softly over to him.
He grunted softly. "Of course I am."
Rolling her eyes, she came up beside him and stopped. She eyed him carefully in the low light, checking him for injuries. "Did you hurt yourself training?" she asked, concerned.
He growled at her. "What do you care?" he hissed.
She blinked and glanced into his gleaming eyes. "What?"
"Why the hell do you care?" he demanded, his biceps twitching slightly in irritation. She glanced at him, noticing with a small blush that he was almost naked, and wearing only a tight pair of spandex shorts. He turned away from her and stared out of the window.
"I do worry about you, idiot. I didn't invite you to stay with me just so I could watch you kill yourself with your stupid drive to best Son-kun."
He growled again, not looking at her. "Go away."
She sighed. "Are you injured?"
"Not really," he snapped.
"Not really? Let me see," she said, suddenly moving to stand in front of him. She put a hand on his bare arm, and drew it away from his side. She gasped as she saw the nasty cut that was still bleeding, and the large bruise that surrounded it. "Vejiita!"
He was growling low in his throat, but didn't jerk away from her touch. She led him away from the window and urged him to sit on the bed. He just stared at her and allowed Buruma to push him around. She disappeared into his bathroom, and emerged moments later with a large white box and a wet cloth.
Kneeling in front of the silent Saiyajin, she moved his arm away from his injured side again, and gently dabbed the wet cloth around it, cleaning the blood off. He didn't even make a sound, his eyes following her every movement. She set the rag down, and reached into the white box, pulling out a few bandages.
She was done within a few moments and cleaned up her mess silently. After returning from the bathroom again, she stopped at the foot of his bed, watching him stare at her.
"Why?" he asked, his voice gruff and confused.
She smiled at him. "I'm weird. For some strange reason, I like you, Vejiita. And with that comes concern. I don't like to see you in pain."
He snorted. "Life is full of pain."
Her smile disappeared and she knelt in front of him. "You may be right, Vejiita. But if I can help it, I don't want you in pain."
He blinked at her and stared into her eyes. "Why?" he asked again. As if he was asking 'why me?'
She smiled and stood up. "Because, Vejiita. Together, you and I, we aren't alone," she said, repeating to him the very words he said to her. And then she left the bewildered Saiyajin alone.
~~~
Vejiita blinked at the shut door a moment before the familiar scowl graced his face. That female confused him more than he cared to admit. He couldn't figure her out, couldn't understand her mind, and that bothered him.
She was strong-willed and intelligent. She was gorgeous, too. Vejiita had noticed her half-buttoned shirt when she knelt before him, and for some strange reason, he yearned for something he couldn't even name. He wanted to touch her. Taste her. Feel those creamy breasts that had teased him tonight. He wanted to experience them beneath his strong hands.
He didn't understand it. He felt an unfamiliar ache in his groin, and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why it increased when his mind focused on the sight of her half-buttoned shirt, the top of her full breast that greeted his hungry eyes. He hadn't felt... lust before, not once in his entire life.
Frankly, the feeling scared the hell out of him. Lust was a weakness, a weakness he had been proud he had never fallen prey to. Until now. As a Saiyajin, the instinct to fight was stronger than any other emotion. Anger, pride, and wicked amusement he knew well.
Lusting after a human when it shouldn't have been possible at all. And for the first time, Vejiita found himself dreaming of something other than beating his rival, achieving Supersaiyajin, or killing Furiza. He found himself dreaming of her.
And he hated it.
~~~
AN: ^_^;
Lovies!
