Unexplainable

Disclaimer: I'm crazy and somehow I was made 'chat ruler' of the DB nightly chats. Doesn't make me god or Toriyama. Don't sue. I'm lifeless, not rich.

By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)

Chapter Nine: Fear

"Vejiita!" Goku hollered before slamming their room's door open and strolling in. The Saiyajin blushed deep red when he found the prince and his best friend cuddling in the large bed.

Buruma's eyebrow rose at her longtime friend and Vejiita was growling low in his throat, his hand still on the hair as she laid it on his muscular chest. "What, Son-kun?"

He stuttered a few moments before he finally found his wits. "Um, I came to see if Vejiita wanted to join us in a quick spar."

"Not at the moment, Kakarotto," Vejiita growled out.

"Uh, right... Radditzu says we arrive at Vejiita-sei in six hours."

Vejiita nodded absently, running his hand through Buruma's aqua tresses. "Fine. Go now."

Goku nodded slightly. "Buruma, Chichi wants to see you in a couple hours."

The blue-haired female smiled at her longtime friend from the bed. "Sure, Son-kun," she said softly.

Goku nodded slightly again before disappearing out the door. Buruma giggled lightly and snuggled into Vejiita's chest happily. He let out a soft snort, still playing with her hair. "You created that gravity bubble?"

She nodded. "Yes, three of them. One for Son-kun, Chichi and I."

Vejiita snorted again. "Kakarotto shouldn't need one," he growled out in disgust.

Rolling away from him a bit, she laid on her back a few moments. Vejiita moved to lie on his side, facing her, and placed a hand on her rounded stomach. She turned her head and smiled at him. At five months pregnant, she didn't look that big. She was happy that she seemed to be carrying the baby lower and closer to her spine. Vejiita had grown a bit distant over the trip and the closer to his home planet they got, and she had to admit it bothered her greatly. That's why she was happy to lay with him like this.

Surprisingly, Vejiita kept 'mating' with her, even with as much as she was beginning to show. She had expected him to stop, disgusted by it. He has told her multiple times that he really didn't care that much about her, that she was just a mate he lusted after. Yet every day, he grew increasingly gentle in his handling of her. Almost to the point it was driving her mad. He treated her like she was glass now, and often had to fight himself to mate with her. He told her he just didn't want the brat injured or hurt. She just laughed at him. She knew he was lying. He didn't want her hurt either.

She didn't know what was happening between them, but it kind of scared her. She was beginning to think she was falling in love with him.

"Onna."

"Hmm?" she asked placing a hand over the one of his that rested on her stomach.

"I think I am going to go spar with those idiots," he said gruffly, pulling away from her.

She sighed regretfully. He always did this. Stayed with her and acted concerned and caring until he finally had enough and pushed her away. It was seriously beginning to bother her that she had feelings for him but he'd never feel anything for her. Not like that. "Fine, I'll go see Chichi."

Nodding, he pulled on his clothing quickly before tossing her hers. He watched her crawl out of bed and dress, with only slightly less grace than she usually possessed. Her condition was obvious and would be to every Saiyajin, not to mention the stronger ki that radiated from her and was clearly not hers. He felt a frown grace his face, he hoped the birth wasn't going to be... difficult on her. Or kill her. Saiyajin babies were difficult to birth for Saiyajin females, especially when the brat was stronger than the mother. He just hoped it wouldn't happen in this case.

He watched her pull on her shoes, almost curious. He had expected the desire he felt for her diminish as she began to show. He nearly chuckled at the memory of finding himself aroused even at the thought of mating her, pregnant and big as a house, or not. It didn't matter to him, and she looked beautiful carrying his brat like that. Absolutely beautiful.

He came up behind her and wrapped an arm loosely around her thickening waist. "Onna. Be careful."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to face him. "Vejiita, I'm not going to break."

He tossed her a smirk, nipped her nose, and then pulled away. "Be sure that you don't," he teased gruffly before disappearing out the door.

Buruma just sighed irritably. She just had to fall for an arrogant, lusty, distant alien warrior. Someone she never would have dreamed she'd come to love. She was insane, she decided.

~~~

Buruma smiled as she entered her friends' room, her eyes falling on the room's only occupant. Chichi was bigger than Buruma was, probably because she was almost two months further along in her pregnancy than Buruma was. She looked tired, but she still had that happy smile on her face. Chichi stood up a bit awkwardly from the large couch and smiled in return at Buruma.

"Chichi, you're about to pop there."

The dark-haired woman rolled her eyes. "You will look just as big when you're seven months pregnant!"

Buruma giggled and both women sat on the large couch. "Chichi?" the blue-haired female began, suddenly serious.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think of Vejiita?"

Chichi blinked and glanced searchingly at her friend. "I don't know. He's distant, damn possessive, angry, proud, and a complete bastard half the time. But," she put in at her friend's disappointed look, "I think he just doesn't know how to be any other way. I think you confuse him, Buruma. I think he feels for you and he doesn't understand what he feels, and he doesn't necessarily want it either. He's no Goku, who's tender and loving with me, but I've seen him watch you like he wants to hide you in a cushioned room away from everyone and anything that could hurt you. I don't know what it is, but he watches you like you'll be snatched from him tomorrow."

Buruma sighed. "I think you're reading too much into it. I think he's worried about his son, not really me. I don't know, some days I think Goku's right and he does love me, and then there are others where I'm sure he despises me."

Chichi laughed suddenly. "Buruma, hormones. Part of that are hormones. Trust me. Just this morning I accused him of hating me, and thinking I was hideous. Goku's not... observant about how I feel, and he didn't know what to do, and he ended up pissing me off. But when he was gone, I realized I overreacted. I know he loves me, in his own way, and he doesn't mean to be insensitive, but sometimes I doubt it when I shouldn't. He'll always be the way he is, and I love him. I wouldn't change him, not for the world."

Buruma smiled fondly at her friend. "Yeah, I can understand that." She sighed sadly suddenly. "I think I love him, Chi."

Chichi blinked. "You do?"

The blue-haired woman nodded. "Yes. He's proud, mean, cold, and a complete arrogant bastard, but I think I love him. He's nothing like I could have imagined for me, and yet, I find myself loving him even with his faults and distance. What am I going to do?"

Chichi smiled. "Do what you always do, Buruma. Let it happen, hmmm? I know he isn't the safest guy to give your heart to, but who knows what will happen?"

Nodding, Buruma glanced towards the door. "I just wish we could have waited to have a child, you know? Time to be... together before bringing a baby into the world."

Chichi giggled lightly. "Yes, I can understand that."

Shaking her head, Buruma moved to look out the port window at the large ocean of stars. She suddenly gasped and bent over, clutching her stomach.

"Buruma? What's wrong?" Chichi asked worriedly, standing up as fast as she could with her bulk.

Buruma fell to her knees softly, leaning her forehead against the carpeted floor, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Chichi touched her friend's shoulder and shook her lightly. "Buruma?"

She glanced down and gasped as she saw the slight blood stain that had appeared on the back of Buruma's skirt. "Buruma, stay put, I'm going to find Goku, okay?" she said hurriedly, and ran ungracefully out of the room, and down the hallway. She followed the hall towards the room the Saiyajin usually trained in as fast as she could.

She collided with a hard body as she turned the corner, and it knocked her down onto her rear. She gasped and snapped her eyes up in surprise, gulping when she laid eyes on the large Saiyajin called Nappa. She tried, almost unsuccessfully to rise. "Nappa, where is my husband or Vejiita?" she asked frantically.

The large warrior smirked and moved to walk around her, ignoring her. Chichi growled angrily before snapping at him. "Damn it, Buruma needs help and she could die if I don't find one of them!" she screeched.

Nappa snapped around, narrowing his eyes at the pregnant female. He shrugged and walked away again. Chichi snarled and continued to frantic run to the training room. Just as she turned the last corner, she saw the training room door open and Vejiita walk purposely out. He had a slight frown on his face, a hand clutched at his side. He wore nothing but a snug pair of shorts and a pair of sneakers.

Chichi sighed in relief. "Vejiita!" she called when he didn't notice her hurrying towards him, his face was set into a scowl as he stared at the floor thoughtfully.

His head snapped up and his eyes glared at her angrily. "What the hell do you want?" he snarled.

"It's Buruma," she panted out. "Something's wrong with her."

Vejiita's eyes widened and he paled visibly. "That's what I felt," he muttered just loud enough for her to hear, and then she was alone in the corridor.

~~~

Vejiita followed the direction of his mate's and son's ki levels hurriedly, a sudden fear clutching at his heart. In all honesty, he didn't care if his brat survived... just as long as she did. That sudden realization shocked him a bit. He should be more concerned about the heir, not his mate.

He exploded through Kakarotto's rooms, and rushed in. He glanced around and found his mate lying on the floor, gasping. He was beside her in a half a second on his knees. "Onna?"

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, perspiration beading on her forehead. And she was trembling. "Vejiita..."

"Onna, what's wrong?" he asked. He didn't know what the hell was going on; he didn't know how to save someone's life. He didn't know anything about this. He gently moved his arms under her, and lifted her from the ground just as Kakarotto came in carrying his mate.

"Vejiita? Is Buruma okay? Chichi said-"

"Shut up!" Vejiita snapped loudly, his voice thick with pain. He quickly made his way to his rooms, his trembling mate enveloped in his strong arms. He absently noted Kakarotto and his mate following him. "Onna?" he asked the female in his arms again. "What hurts? Tell me," he demanded gruffly.

"Vejiita, the baby..."

He tightened his arms around her, burying his face into her hair, and breathing deeply once. He threw open the doors to their room, and rushed her to the bed. He gently set her down in it, and glanced to the other Saiyajin in the room. "Go to Radditzu and find out how long it'll take to reach Vejiita-sei. And tell him to speed up," he barked. The other Saiyajin nodded and disappeared out the door.

He ignored Chichi completely and began to undress his mate. As he pulled her skirt off, he noticed her bleeding, and his hands shook slightly with anger and pain. "You," he snapped to the woman behind him. He glanced at her, and closed his eyes. "Do you know how to help her? I have no knowledge of these things. Broken bones and lacerations, those I can do. This," he choked out, shaking his head.

Chichi nodded and came up beside the Saiyajin no Ouji. "I don't know much, but I suppose I know more than you. I think she might be hemorrhaging. She might lose the baby," she said worriedly.

"I don't care about the fucking brat!" he snapped. "If the brat dies, fine. I will not lose her!"

Chichi gaped at him, nodding. "I suppose the best thing would be to get her medical treatment," she said quietly. "I don't know much about this."

Vejiita nodded curtly, turning back to his mate, just as the other Saiyajin returned. The one he called Kakarotto was scowling fiercely. "Radditzu said we can make it in two hours at maximum power and has done so," he growled out.

Vejiita glanced at him, not really caring why the fool was angry, but asked anyway. "Then why are you acting like he pulled your tail, third-class?"

The Earth Saiyajin snarled. "Nappa ran into Chichi on the way to find us and when Chichi told him Buruma needed help and might die, he just walked off!"

A low growl sounded from Vejiita's throat, its volume increasing slowly. "Get him," he said slowly, his voice carefully controlled. He looked away from his audience and sat beside Buruma on the bed. He didn't touch her, but placed his hand on the other side of her, leaning over her. "Onna."

She opened her teary blue eyes and stared up at him. He could see her fear, probably of losing their brat, and the pain in her eyes.

He stared at her in silence for a moment before saying something that shocked the entire room. "Don't you dare leave me, Onna. I don't care about the brat. You survive, understand?"

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to respond when the door opened and in walked Kakarotto and Nappa. Vejiita swung around and growled again, thunderous rage snapping from his eyes. He pointed at Nappa and a small ki blast hit Nappa straight in the chest, sending him flying into the wall. "She dies, you die. Understand?" Vejiita hissed as the large, bald warrior stood up slowly. "And if she survives, the next time you disregard her safety, you die anyway."

Nappa nodded fearfully, and Vejiita dismissed him with a quick glare. He turned back to his mate, and watched her silently for a moment. "Kakarotto, take your mate and go," he ordered quietly.

He heard Kakarotto move towards him and the fool's mate tell him no in a low voice before they both left him alone with the blue-haired Onna. "Vejiita," she said. "I don't want to lose the baby."

He frowned and placed his hands on her stomach lightly, pushing his senses into her gently, feeling out the ki of the brat he had created inside of her. He had done it on purpose, but... right now he suddenly regretted that. She was too frail to birth a Saiyajin brat. He felt for the boy's strong ki quickly, and frowned, satisfied he was alive. Saiyajin were strong that way. The boy probably would survive until his mother died. "The brat is alive, Onna. Ki is strong."

She sighed in relief. "Good."

He frowned, brushing a stray piece of hair off her forehead. "If your life is at risk, I will kill the brat," he told her suddenly.

Gasping, she shook her head violently. "No!"

Vejiita scowled. "You have no choice. I'd rather have you than a whiny brat. Besides," he added, smirking faintly, "what do I know about raising a brat? I need you around for that."

She slapped him weakly. "Vejiita, I know you don't care about me, but-"

He grasped her slender shoulders suddenly, and shook her gently. "Damn it, you know damn well I don't want you to die yet. I'm not trading your life for the brat's. No discussion. I can kill him now without putting you in danger and I will if I have to. I'll wait for a bit, but if I think he's killing you, I will kill him."

"Vejiita, that's your son-"

Snorting, Vejiita leaned down and nipped her nose. "And you are my mate."

She sighed sadly. "Vejiita, no."

"Shut up," he told her gently. "Onna, does it still hurt?"

"Like hell."

He sighed and placed his hands over her lower stomach again, closing his eyes. After a few moments, Buruma's pain faded and she let out a breath. He lay on his side beside her, propping his head up with his elbow, and placed a hand on her rounded stomach gently. She was still wearing her bra and panties, but other than that, her clothes were on the floor beside the bed. He watched her silently for a while, drowning in her mysterious blue-eyes. "You scared me," he said suddenly.

Blinking, the only response she could utter was a weak, "Huh?"

"You heard me." He was still afraid he'd lose her; afraid she'd die because of his stupidity of impregnating a weak female. He sighed and kissed her lips softly. "I don't want to lose you, not yet. Understand?"

She smiled weakly at him, her face suddenly paling. "You know what, Vejiita?"

"Hn?"

"I think I love you," she whispered, and promptly passed out.

Vejiita's breath caught, and he placed a hand over her heart, counting each beat. Afraid he'd miss one; afraid it'd stop before they could reach his home. 'She loves me? Loves... me?' He buried his head into the side of her head, into her hair, his hand still on her chest, feeling her faint breaths and her heartbeat. Fearfully waiting for it to stop. And praying it wouldn't. Hoping that they could reach Vejiita-sei in time.

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AN: *hides*

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