Remember Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, the Saiyajin, Vejiita no Ouji, Vejiita no Ou, or Buruma. *Sigh* I'd really like to have Vejiita though if anyone's selling! Of course, I've only got about sixty-two cents on me...
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter One: Buruma's Excitement
Buruma stood in front of the small group of Saiyajin children, her face expressionless, arms crossed over her chest, her feet slightly parted as she stared over the assembled group, a thoughtful frown on her face. "Next week, you all graduate as elites. This was our last lesson. The tournament will determine the strongest, and the best, of this class. And the winner will join the royal guards. The rest of you will join the elite forces." She smirked suddenly. "Remember to practice your signature move. Each Saiyajin warrior must be unique in his or her own way. It keeps our race strong. Kick some ass next week," she stated. "Dismissed."
As the assembled youngsters left the room, Buruma turned towards the door. A grin spread across her face at the two, nearly identical-looking, Saiyajin who walked purposely towards her. The older one, a tall man with spiky black hair pointing out in all directions nodded at her. "My name is Bardock and this is my son, Kakarotto," he introduced, pushing the young version of him forward.
"Hello," the young man greeted happily, causing Buruma to blink. He was not your average Saiyajin, even as young as he was. She estimated he was about sixteen or seventeen, but the innocent, cheerful attitude must drive most insane. She grinned inwardly. Most, but not her.
"You must be the third-class being tested, yes?" she asked Kakarotto.
The young man nodded.
"Okay," she said, winking at him, surprised when he actually blushed. He was definitely not your average Saiyajin. She gave her best arrogant smirk. "Attack me," she told him.
He blinked. "You want me to attack you?"
Rolling her eyes, she nodded. "Yes, boy. Attack me! Don't worry; no one has landed a punch on me in more than a decade, kid." She smirked. "Not even Vejiita-ou."
He smiled and crouched down in a defensive stance. "I'm not going to go easy on you," he warned.
Buruma just snorted. "You better not."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Kakarotto lunged at the tiny female warrior. She phased out to avoid the punch to her midsection, her eyes widening in surprise. He was fast! She smirked. But not as fast as she was.
He stopped and gave her a wicked smirk, launching himself at her again. She phased out once again, appearing moments later behind the larger Saiyajin, and kicking him in the back with a single, well-placed kick, and Kakarotto was thrown into the wall.
She smirked at him, floating down to the ground and landing silently. She watched as he stood up effortlessly, and gave her another cocky smirk.
"Kakarotto," Bardock barked. "Stop fucking around, idiot. You are being tested!"
The Saiyajin sighed but nodded. "I was having fun too," he muttered, suddenly powering up. Buruma gasped as the numbers flared on her scouter, shooting through the roof. She watched in awe as his power level increased, even beyond what she knew the King possessed. She gaped.
Suddenly, he phased out and reappeared in front of her. She dodged as quickly as she could, which was amazing considering her speed, but because Kakarotto was anticipating her move, his fist glanced off her cheek, and she was slammed into the wall behind her.
Blinking, she sat on the ground in a heap, completely floored. He actually struck her. And connected. Barely, but he had. She was positive he couldn't catch her if she didn't want him to, he wasn't that fast. But he was smart, and very, very powerful. She pulled herself to her feet, and suddenly grinned.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed happily, bouncing over to the Saiyajin. "That's enough for now. Who trained you?"
"I did," Bardock said coming up behind her.
Glancing at him over her shoulder, she gave him a wide grin. "Spar with your son, I would like to see this. No one has ever connected a blow before! That's wonderful!"
~~~
Buruma zipped through the halls of the palace, frantically running towards the energy signature she knew belonged to the King. She nearly ran over a few dozen soldiers on her frantic dash through the building. She was ecstatic. After Bardock and Kakarotto sparred for a good hour, she was so impressed she ordered an all out, three-way sparring match. And for once in her life, she had the bruises to show for it. Her lip was cut, a small oozing wound on her forehead, her arms and legs covered in slight scratches and big bruises.
And she couldn't be happier.
She rounded a corner, and immediately spotted the tall form of the King. She put on another burst of speed, knocking over two more guards and jumped into the air, wrapping her arms around the startled King. "Vejiita! You'll never guess! Look at me, look at me!" she exclaimed pulling away. "Look! I'm injured!"
The King gaped at the excited blue Saiyajin.
"Who's this?" an emotionless voice asked.
Blinking, Buruma turned to the Saiyajin next to her King. It was a young man, slightly older than she was herself, but he was the spitting image of the King. "You must be Vejiita no Ouji, yes?" she commented. "He looks like you, Vejiita," she commented to her friend. She pointedly ignored the Prince's disapproving frown at her lack of respect.
King Vejiita nodded. "That he does. Now what is this all about, Buruma?"
She grinned. "You remember your promise to send an exceptional third-class to me to test?" At his nod, she continued. "Well, I ordered him to attack me. I was actually shocked at how close he came to contact at first; it was amazing! Then it turns out he was only messing around! His father snapped at him and told him to play serious. He powered up and you won't believe it!" she exclaimed happily.
"He's stronger than even you. Nearly twice as strong as you, Vejiita! I about died! Then the little shit attacked me while I was gaping at him, he can hide his power level you know, and caught me off guard. I was able to use my speed to get away, but not fast enough. His punch actually connected because he anticipated my move! Glancing off my face, but it connect all the same! That has never been possible! No one has anticipated me!"
The King blinked at the excited female and then burst out laughing. "Buruma, you're too strange to be a Saiyajin. You get excited when a brat hits you!"
The Prince was watching the exchange silently; his face still expressionless, but onyx eyes lingered on the odd-colored Saiyajin female, watching her blue eyes light up in excitement.
"Of course, old man! No one has connected since I was a child, Vejiita!" she snapped happily. "It's amazing! I have never seen another one like him. He's not normal! He's a damn genius during the fight, a bit odd outside of one, but he's damn good! And powerful. Hell, he's fast too! Not as fast as I am, but that's too much to hope for. I asked who was training him and it turns out his father is! And I watched at they sparred a bit, and then we had a big three for all and look at me! I'm injured!! I'm bleeding! It's amazing!"
Suddenly, Vejiita-ouji snorted from beside his father. "You're weak. Someone hitting you is not an accomplishment," he sneered.
Buruma blinked and glanced at him, appearing to be studying him. "You have a lot of power," she commented. "While I may be one of the weakest elites, I am also the fastest Saiyajin. Your father has never hit me, and I doubt you could."
He smirked. "Try me."
Shrugging, she stepped in front of him. "Hand game."
He nodded, placing his hands palm up in front of him. She placed hers above his, palms down. "I should warn you, no one has beaten me at this."
He just snorted.
"Go!"
Suddenly both hands seemed to move in a blur, Buruma trying to avoid his grip, while Vejiita attempted to grasp her, and within seconds, they had stopped. Vejiita's gloved hand wrapped around her delicate wrist. She stared at him in complete surprise. Even the King gaped.
She shook her head and smirked, her wrist still being held securely in his large hand. "You are definitely worthy," she stated, glancing at King. "Vejiita, your son is powerful and fast. Faster than I." Vejiita-ouji smirked at Buruma and she returned the expression with one of her own. "Nice job, Vejiita," she told the arrogant prince. "But you can let go now."
He blinked and released her immediately. She gave him another smirk turning back towards the King. "Vejiita, I'd like access to the records of Bardock's and Kakarotto's initial testing, if I may."
King Vejiita chuckled, motioning her to follow them. "Buruma, you have access to all the records, why the hell are you asking?"
Shrugging, she floated up to the King's height and moved along backwards. "To be polite, I suppose."
Vejiita-ou smirked. "Why? You didn't care about manners before."
She winked. "Well, Vejiita-ou-sama," she teased, putting emphasis on his title, "I thought I'd try something different."
He halfheartedly swung a fist at her, and she floated out of the way, giggling as he missed.
"Even injured, I am still faster than you!" She sighed. "Although, now I can't brag about not being hit and being the fastest Saiyajin," she commented with a glance at the scowling prince walking with them. "All in one day, too," she pouted.
King Vejiita laughed again. "That reminds me, Buruma," he said, suddenly sober.
Frowning suspiciously, she inched her way closer to the tall King's face. "About what?" she demanded.
"You know me too well."
"Damn straight, Vejiita. Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like what you were just reminded of?"
He smirked. "I was talking to my brat here about how he should begin to think about finding a mate," he began, his smirk widening as Vejiita growled from beside him angrily. "And that reminds me. You need to find a mate as well. Haven't you yet found one you want?"
Buruma copied Vejiita's growl. "Damn it, Vejiita. I don't want to think about mating! Besides, I won't mate someone who can't catch me. And since there isn't a Saiyajin," she began before grimacing, "wasn't a Saiyajin until now that is faster than I, I'll be waiting a long time!" she stated smugly.
The King blinked. "Okay, okay. I'll lay off, Buruma. I understand that. My son, on the other hand," he said, glancing down at the shorter Saiyajin irritably, "must find a mate before he can take the throne."
"Back off," Vejiita snarled. "I don't want your throne, old man. Not until after I deal with some... things."
Buruma watched the exchange curiously.
"Fine, brat," the King snapped, turning back to the floating female. "Buruma, are you eating with us tonight?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm dining with Bardock's family tonight. I wanted to meet with his other son, and his mate. I'd like to see why they are so powerful. Bardock needs to be re-tested as well. He's almost as strong as you are, and his son is much more powerful. Both could easily be elites with that power. Damn near got my ass kicked in the sparring match," she told the King cheerfully. "Anyway, I'll have to pass on dinner."
The King shook his head, pausing outside the large double doors that lead to the throne room. "Fine. Meet me in my quarters after your dinner; I'd like to hear about this strange student of yours."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around the King's neck, pecking him lightly on the cheek. "Okay, later, Vejiita!" she said, releasing him. She nodded politely at the younger Vejiita. "And nice meeting you, Vejiita, as well," she told the prince politely, and before either could blink, she was gone.
Both Vejiita's blinked and stared in the direction the blue Saiyajin disappeared.
"She's odd," the Prince commented, his voice expressionless.
King Vejiita laughed, walking into the throne room. "That she is. She's different, that's for sure."
"Unusual coloring," Vejiita no Ouji commented absently.
The King nodded. "Very. It's a genetic defect, apparently, and because of her weak strength she was going to be terminated when she was a brat. She escaped and bowled me over. I took one look at her, and decided to train her. She's fast, and she's smart, not to mention she's not that pathetically weak."
"Even her tail is blue..."
Vejiita-ou snickered. "Get used to it. Her tail is eye catching and most of us like to stare at it. And the poor girl hates it."
The younger Vejiita snorted, following his father into the room. "How old is she?"
"Almost twenty-one," the King answered, sitting in his throne. He sighed tiredly. "She's a handful, especially when she was growing up. And despite everything that poor girl has gone through, she's still so damn cheerful." He grinned. "The palace guards adore her now, though. She's always around chatting happily with everyone, and she's got this amazing ability that draw them to her."
Vejiita-ouji rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
King Vejiita frowned. "Don't you feel strangely intrigued by her?"
"No. She's just a weak female with odd coloring."
The King's frown deepened. "Furiza really did a number on you," he said softly.
Vejiita snarled and floated up to look his father in the eye. "He wouldn't have if you weren't so pathetically weak!" he hissed. "I have lived through more than you can possibly imagine. I will kill that monster, Father. And then you are next." And with that, Vejiita no Ouji, strolled away from his shocked father.
~~~
AN: Well, how's that? *Grins*
Lovies!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z, the Saiyajin, Vejiita no Ouji, Vejiita no Ou, or Buruma. *Sigh* I'd really like to have Vejiita though if anyone's selling! Of course, I've only got about sixty-two cents on me...
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Chapter One: Buruma's Excitement
Buruma stood in front of the small group of Saiyajin children, her face expressionless, arms crossed over her chest, her feet slightly parted as she stared over the assembled group, a thoughtful frown on her face. "Next week, you all graduate as elites. This was our last lesson. The tournament will determine the strongest, and the best, of this class. And the winner will join the royal guards. The rest of you will join the elite forces." She smirked suddenly. "Remember to practice your signature move. Each Saiyajin warrior must be unique in his or her own way. It keeps our race strong. Kick some ass next week," she stated. "Dismissed."
As the assembled youngsters left the room, Buruma turned towards the door. A grin spread across her face at the two, nearly identical-looking, Saiyajin who walked purposely towards her. The older one, a tall man with spiky black hair pointing out in all directions nodded at her. "My name is Bardock and this is my son, Kakarotto," he introduced, pushing the young version of him forward.
"Hello," the young man greeted happily, causing Buruma to blink. He was not your average Saiyajin, even as young as he was. She estimated he was about sixteen or seventeen, but the innocent, cheerful attitude must drive most insane. She grinned inwardly. Most, but not her.
"You must be the third-class being tested, yes?" she asked Kakarotto.
The young man nodded.
"Okay," she said, winking at him, surprised when he actually blushed. He was definitely not your average Saiyajin. She gave her best arrogant smirk. "Attack me," she told him.
He blinked. "You want me to attack you?"
Rolling her eyes, she nodded. "Yes, boy. Attack me! Don't worry; no one has landed a punch on me in more than a decade, kid." She smirked. "Not even Vejiita-ou."
He smiled and crouched down in a defensive stance. "I'm not going to go easy on you," he warned.
Buruma just snorted. "You better not."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Kakarotto lunged at the tiny female warrior. She phased out to avoid the punch to her midsection, her eyes widening in surprise. He was fast! She smirked. But not as fast as she was.
He stopped and gave her a wicked smirk, launching himself at her again. She phased out once again, appearing moments later behind the larger Saiyajin, and kicking him in the back with a single, well-placed kick, and Kakarotto was thrown into the wall.
She smirked at him, floating down to the ground and landing silently. She watched as he stood up effortlessly, and gave her another cocky smirk.
"Kakarotto," Bardock barked. "Stop fucking around, idiot. You are being tested!"
The Saiyajin sighed but nodded. "I was having fun too," he muttered, suddenly powering up. Buruma gasped as the numbers flared on her scouter, shooting through the roof. She watched in awe as his power level increased, even beyond what she knew the King possessed. She gaped.
Suddenly, he phased out and reappeared in front of her. She dodged as quickly as she could, which was amazing considering her speed, but because Kakarotto was anticipating her move, his fist glanced off her cheek, and she was slammed into the wall behind her.
Blinking, she sat on the ground in a heap, completely floored. He actually struck her. And connected. Barely, but he had. She was positive he couldn't catch her if she didn't want him to, he wasn't that fast. But he was smart, and very, very powerful. She pulled herself to her feet, and suddenly grinned.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed happily, bouncing over to the Saiyajin. "That's enough for now. Who trained you?"
"I did," Bardock said coming up behind her.
Glancing at him over her shoulder, she gave him a wide grin. "Spar with your son, I would like to see this. No one has ever connected a blow before! That's wonderful!"
~~~
Buruma zipped through the halls of the palace, frantically running towards the energy signature she knew belonged to the King. She nearly ran over a few dozen soldiers on her frantic dash through the building. She was ecstatic. After Bardock and Kakarotto sparred for a good hour, she was so impressed she ordered an all out, three-way sparring match. And for once in her life, she had the bruises to show for it. Her lip was cut, a small oozing wound on her forehead, her arms and legs covered in slight scratches and big bruises.
And she couldn't be happier.
She rounded a corner, and immediately spotted the tall form of the King. She put on another burst of speed, knocking over two more guards and jumped into the air, wrapping her arms around the startled King. "Vejiita! You'll never guess! Look at me, look at me!" she exclaimed pulling away. "Look! I'm injured!"
The King gaped at the excited blue Saiyajin.
"Who's this?" an emotionless voice asked.
Blinking, Buruma turned to the Saiyajin next to her King. It was a young man, slightly older than she was herself, but he was the spitting image of the King. "You must be Vejiita no Ouji, yes?" she commented. "He looks like you, Vejiita," she commented to her friend. She pointedly ignored the Prince's disapproving frown at her lack of respect.
King Vejiita nodded. "That he does. Now what is this all about, Buruma?"
She grinned. "You remember your promise to send an exceptional third-class to me to test?" At his nod, she continued. "Well, I ordered him to attack me. I was actually shocked at how close he came to contact at first; it was amazing! Then it turns out he was only messing around! His father snapped at him and told him to play serious. He powered up and you won't believe it!" she exclaimed happily.
"He's stronger than even you. Nearly twice as strong as you, Vejiita! I about died! Then the little shit attacked me while I was gaping at him, he can hide his power level you know, and caught me off guard. I was able to use my speed to get away, but not fast enough. His punch actually connected because he anticipated my move! Glancing off my face, but it connect all the same! That has never been possible! No one has anticipated me!"
The King blinked at the excited female and then burst out laughing. "Buruma, you're too strange to be a Saiyajin. You get excited when a brat hits you!"
The Prince was watching the exchange silently; his face still expressionless, but onyx eyes lingered on the odd-colored Saiyajin female, watching her blue eyes light up in excitement.
"Of course, old man! No one has connected since I was a child, Vejiita!" she snapped happily. "It's amazing! I have never seen another one like him. He's not normal! He's a damn genius during the fight, a bit odd outside of one, but he's damn good! And powerful. Hell, he's fast too! Not as fast as I am, but that's too much to hope for. I asked who was training him and it turns out his father is! And I watched at they sparred a bit, and then we had a big three for all and look at me! I'm injured!! I'm bleeding! It's amazing!"
Suddenly, Vejiita-ouji snorted from beside his father. "You're weak. Someone hitting you is not an accomplishment," he sneered.
Buruma blinked and glanced at him, appearing to be studying him. "You have a lot of power," she commented. "While I may be one of the weakest elites, I am also the fastest Saiyajin. Your father has never hit me, and I doubt you could."
He smirked. "Try me."
Shrugging, she stepped in front of him. "Hand game."
He nodded, placing his hands palm up in front of him. She placed hers above his, palms down. "I should warn you, no one has beaten me at this."
He just snorted.
"Go!"
Suddenly both hands seemed to move in a blur, Buruma trying to avoid his grip, while Vejiita attempted to grasp her, and within seconds, they had stopped. Vejiita's gloved hand wrapped around her delicate wrist. She stared at him in complete surprise. Even the King gaped.
She shook her head and smirked, her wrist still being held securely in his large hand. "You are definitely worthy," she stated, glancing at King. "Vejiita, your son is powerful and fast. Faster than I." Vejiita-ouji smirked at Buruma and she returned the expression with one of her own. "Nice job, Vejiita," she told the arrogant prince. "But you can let go now."
He blinked and released her immediately. She gave him another smirk turning back towards the King. "Vejiita, I'd like access to the records of Bardock's and Kakarotto's initial testing, if I may."
King Vejiita chuckled, motioning her to follow them. "Buruma, you have access to all the records, why the hell are you asking?"
Shrugging, she floated up to the King's height and moved along backwards. "To be polite, I suppose."
Vejiita-ou smirked. "Why? You didn't care about manners before."
She winked. "Well, Vejiita-ou-sama," she teased, putting emphasis on his title, "I thought I'd try something different."
He halfheartedly swung a fist at her, and she floated out of the way, giggling as he missed.
"Even injured, I am still faster than you!" She sighed. "Although, now I can't brag about not being hit and being the fastest Saiyajin," she commented with a glance at the scowling prince walking with them. "All in one day, too," she pouted.
King Vejiita laughed again. "That reminds me, Buruma," he said, suddenly sober.
Frowning suspiciously, she inched her way closer to the tall King's face. "About what?" she demanded.
"You know me too well."
"Damn straight, Vejiita. Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like what you were just reminded of?"
He smirked. "I was talking to my brat here about how he should begin to think about finding a mate," he began, his smirk widening as Vejiita growled from beside him angrily. "And that reminds me. You need to find a mate as well. Haven't you yet found one you want?"
Buruma copied Vejiita's growl. "Damn it, Vejiita. I don't want to think about mating! Besides, I won't mate someone who can't catch me. And since there isn't a Saiyajin," she began before grimacing, "wasn't a Saiyajin until now that is faster than I, I'll be waiting a long time!" she stated smugly.
The King blinked. "Okay, okay. I'll lay off, Buruma. I understand that. My son, on the other hand," he said, glancing down at the shorter Saiyajin irritably, "must find a mate before he can take the throne."
"Back off," Vejiita snarled. "I don't want your throne, old man. Not until after I deal with some... things."
Buruma watched the exchange curiously.
"Fine, brat," the King snapped, turning back to the floating female. "Buruma, are you eating with us tonight?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm dining with Bardock's family tonight. I wanted to meet with his other son, and his mate. I'd like to see why they are so powerful. Bardock needs to be re-tested as well. He's almost as strong as you are, and his son is much more powerful. Both could easily be elites with that power. Damn near got my ass kicked in the sparring match," she told the King cheerfully. "Anyway, I'll have to pass on dinner."
The King shook his head, pausing outside the large double doors that lead to the throne room. "Fine. Meet me in my quarters after your dinner; I'd like to hear about this strange student of yours."
She smiled and wrapped her arms around the King's neck, pecking him lightly on the cheek. "Okay, later, Vejiita!" she said, releasing him. She nodded politely at the younger Vejiita. "And nice meeting you, Vejiita, as well," she told the prince politely, and before either could blink, she was gone.
Both Vejiita's blinked and stared in the direction the blue Saiyajin disappeared.
"She's odd," the Prince commented, his voice expressionless.
King Vejiita laughed, walking into the throne room. "That she is. She's different, that's for sure."
"Unusual coloring," Vejiita no Ouji commented absently.
The King nodded. "Very. It's a genetic defect, apparently, and because of her weak strength she was going to be terminated when she was a brat. She escaped and bowled me over. I took one look at her, and decided to train her. She's fast, and she's smart, not to mention she's not that pathetically weak."
"Even her tail is blue..."
Vejiita-ou snickered. "Get used to it. Her tail is eye catching and most of us like to stare at it. And the poor girl hates it."
The younger Vejiita snorted, following his father into the room. "How old is she?"
"Almost twenty-one," the King answered, sitting in his throne. He sighed tiredly. "She's a handful, especially when she was growing up. And despite everything that poor girl has gone through, she's still so damn cheerful." He grinned. "The palace guards adore her now, though. She's always around chatting happily with everyone, and she's got this amazing ability that draw them to her."
Vejiita-ouji rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
King Vejiita frowned. "Don't you feel strangely intrigued by her?"
"No. She's just a weak female with odd coloring."
The King's frown deepened. "Furiza really did a number on you," he said softly.
Vejiita snarled and floated up to look his father in the eye. "He wouldn't have if you weren't so pathetically weak!" he hissed. "I have lived through more than you can possibly imagine. I will kill that monster, Father. And then you are next." And with that, Vejiita no Ouji, strolled away from his shocked father.
~~~
AN: Well, how's that? *Grins*
Lovies!!
