Visions
Disclaimer: Suing maybe America's pastime, but I want no part of it.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: Mia Skywalker for Beta'ing!
Chapter Two: Dragonball Scramble
Snickering wickedly, Vejiita turned from the large mushroom cloud, which had once been the blue-skinned warrior. His eyes were instantly drawn to the quivering aqua-haired female, who was situated behind the bald man. Her wide blue eyes stared at him in stark terror, and once again, he experienced the odd tug in his mind. He wrenched his gaze from hers crossly, and glowered down into the diminutive man's anxious orbs.
"Give me the dragonball, baldy," he ordered tersely. He was very aware of her panicky attention fixed on him, and his eyebrow twitched as he controlled the urge to glance at her.
"Kuririn, don't!" the woman snapped, apparently pushing aside her terror. He felt a peculiar flicker of respect for her courage. Even in the face of death, she refused to yield. She had a negligible ki level, and yet she persisted in defying him, knowing he would probably kill them both should they refuse him.
Little did she know that while he would happily exterminate her little friend, he didn't relish the idea of doing her harm. "Well? I am waiting."
"No! I won't!" Kuririn declared, his voice startlingly devoid of fear.
Vejiita laughed cruelly, taking a step towards the orange-clad fighter. "I suggest," the Saiyajin no Ouji sneered, "you hand that ball over. That is, if you wish to live. I am feeling a bit generous today, so I will give you a chance. Hand over that ball, and you and the female can go free. If you decline, however, I will have to use force. And as you just witnessed, I am more than able to take it from you!"
His perceptive gaze discerned the almost unnoticeable tremor the bald warrior tried to suppress. He didn't have a chance to comment on it, though, because the fragile woman suddenly stood up and walked up beside her friend, distracting his attention immediately. She placed her hands on her hips and glared hatefully at him, and Vejiita was suddenly reminded of royalty.
She tossed her hair, jerking his stare from her mesmerizing blue eyes to her enthralling aqua tresses. She then had the audacity to curl her lips up into an all too familiar sneer, her eyes locking with his. "You will have to kill us then, Vejiita," she stated calmly. "We will *not* hand over the dragonball to the likes of you."
"Hey, uh, Buruma, I don't think-"
"Shut up!" both Vejiita and Buruma barked at the monk without glancing at him.
Silence descended upon the group as the pair continued to stare at each other; one glaring angrily, the other smirking with wicked amusement. Kuririn had been forgotten in the contest of wills the two stubborn individuals were engaged in, and he suddenly felt irrationally left out. He was also beginning to worry about his friend's safety. She wasn't a fighter! She scared the hell out of him, but he didn't think Vejiita would be too terribly afraid of her. After all, he could just blast her and be done with it.
"Well, baldy?" Vejiita asked suddenly without breaking eye contact with the female. "Last chance. Give it to me."
Kuririn glanced between his friend and the powerful Saiyajin anxiously, his mind whirling with possible escape plans, each worse than the last, until he could see no other choice. He sighed softly. "Alright, we'll-"
"No," Buruma interrupted. Vejiita raised his brow in silent inquiry, his smirk growing. "You heard me, idiot!" she snapped. Lifting her nose into the air, she sniffed derisively. "We will not be cowed by you! Understand?"
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "So be it," he agreed softly, and before either Buruma or Kuririn knew what had happened, Vejiita fazed out, appearing a half moment later behind the woman, his hand grabbing her throat. His eyes gleamed at her an instant before he spun her around, pressing her back to his chest. His hand was still securely wrapped around her flawless neck, a gloved finger moving seductively over her chin. He leaned his head forward, his breath brushing her ear, and grinned evilly at the human warrior who stared at him in horror.
"No," Kuririn exhaled out in shock.
Buruma didn't attempt to struggle, knowing the effort would be wasted. Trembling slightly, she stood there stiffly, praying he wouldn't kill her just for kicks, and completely petrified despite the almost tender handling. She had been terrified of him from the moment he had landed, especially with the way his eyes had locked on hers. It had been almost as if he could look straight through her, and despite her best efforts to hide her fear, she had been certain he saw it. She looked pleadingly at her friend, her spirits sinking as she saw the despair in his gaze.
Vejiita chuckled. "Yes, human. I warned you," he reminded the young monk. "I suggest you roll that ball gently towards me, and perhaps I will release her. And only kill you." He grinned wolfishly, caressing the woman's throat almost tenderly. "How much is the female worth to you? Give me the ball."
Kuririn sighed and nodded. "Alright, but release her first."
Chuckling evilly, Vejiita shot the little bald man a withering look. "Do not think so, idiot. I won't say it again."
The human warrior gave Buruma an apologetic look and set the gigantic dragonball on the ground before him. He hesitated slightly – earning a growl from the impatient Saiyajin – before rolling the ball towards the pair.
Vejiita's foot caught the orb easily, and he smirked in satisfaction. He finally had it. All seven dragonballs were his! For the first time since he could remember, he felt almost happy. It didn't hurt that he had a beautiful woman pressed against him.
"Good choice, idiot," Vejiita sneered, his foot still poised on the ball. He grinned and reached down – carefully keeping his hand on the female's throat – and picked up his prize. Finally! His dreams would be realized! Revenge would be his! Immortality and the death of his 'Master'. What more could a Saiyajin want? Revenge and power. It was glorious!
"Um, can you let me go now?" the female within his embrace asked softly, her voice trembling only once.
Vejiita gave a startled blink and a wicked grin. His eyes gleamed at the anxious monk evilly before he spoke, his lips brushing her sensitive ear. "Yes, you can go," he murmured, his voice low. "Fortunately for you, I have other business I must attend to now. But I *will* see you again, Onna."
And with one last brush of his finger over her chin, he released her neck and stepped back. He smirked once at both of them and shot into the air, leaving only a white vapor trail behind.
~~~
Kuririn sighed softly in relief and looked worriedly over towards Buruma. He was still amazed Vejiita hadn't hurt her. The evil warrior hadn't even squeezed his friend's throat, merely held it, and even seemed to caress it once or twice. It was an odd thing to see the fiery warrior do when he had come to destroy their home not so long ago.
He glanced over her body apprehensively. "You okay?"
Buruma nodded slightly, looking towards the direction Vejiita had disappeared to. "Fine, Kuririn. Not even a broken nail."
"Man, that was odd!" he exploded finally, unable to contain it any longer.
The blue-haired woman nodded again, her eyes turning back to him. "I'll say," she muttered. Her eyes suddenly widened and she glanced back in the direction Vejiita had taken. "Oh, no! He's flying towards Gohan!"
Kuririn gasped and paled visibly. "Oh, shit. I hope Vejiita doesn't run into him! Gohan can't defeat Vejiita by himself!"
"That's not all," she told the monk softly, her eyes gazing fearfully over the distance. "Gohan went to retrieve a dragonball."
"Oh, shit!" he cursed again, clenching his fists. "Vejiita will get another one! I hope Gohan will be okay…"
"I hope so, too," she agreed, looking at Kuririn. "You should go after him, Kuririn."
"What? Me?!" His eyes widened in horror. "Buruma, even together, Gohan and I couldn't defeat Vejiita! Besides, I think he can sense ki now and if I go flying after him, he'll know!"
"So what?" she snapped. "He'll find Gohan! And Chichi would kill me if something happens to him!"
He shook his head. "No, Buruma. If he senses me coming, he'll get suspicious. Gohan can sense him, and will probably hide. There is a chance they won't run into each other. But Vejiita will *know* something's up if I go after them!"
"I suppose," Buruma concurred reluctantly.
~~~
Vejiita stopped in mid-air as he felt a vague ki level nearby. He scowled slightly and looked around the ground below him, probing with his senses. The ki suddenly vanished and he growled softly to himself. Someone was there, and they knew enough to suppress their ki level. And the person was probably a human if they could do so... but then again, he could be wrong.
"I know you're there!" he called mockingly.
Silence.
He clenched his jaw irritably and landed on a small island, smirking. "I suggest you come out! You cannot hide from me!" he yelled again. Again, no one answered him, and he growled loudly. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll just blast you out!"
"WAIT!"
Vejiita blinked in recognition. He knew that voice! His eyes widened slightly as he watched the little demi-Saiyajin from Earth emerge from behind a grassy outcrop. The brat was bigger and more confident, but he recognized the cause of his defeat. Even with the stupid haircut. "Well, well, if it isn't Kakarotto's brat. After seeing the bald idiot and that gorgeous girl he was with, I should have known that they would not be alone."
The boy blinked in surprise at Vejiita, and then narrowed them in determination. "Vejiita."
"Hello, brat. What are you doing way out here? Why were you not with your little bald friend?"
Gohan didn't answer, but continued to glare at the Saiyajin no Ouji before him, then noticed the dragonball beneath the small warrior's arm. "A dragonball!"
Vejiita chuckled and nodded. "Yes, that it is, kid."
"Where did you get that!?" Gohan demanded.
Vejiita smirked. "Your little bald friend was kind enough to hand it over."
"You better not have hurt them, or I'll-"
Vejiita laughed. "Or you'll what, kid? I am much more powerful now than I was on Earth, brat. Besides, I did not even touch the fool human. They are both where I left them." He then glanced down at the boy's hand, noticing the large round object being clutched there, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What's that there, kid?"
Gohan clutched the object tighter, holding it against his chest. "It's…a watch! That's all!"
Vejiita blinked in surprise before his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You are telling me that big thing is a watch? With technology today, you are carrying around a gigantic watch?"
"It's an antique! My father gave it to me!"
Vejiita examined the boy's face for a long moment before shrugging. What did it matter? He was obviously lying, but why the hell should he care what it was? Vejiita shrugged. "Fine, brat. You are lucky I'm in such a good mood, because I will let your lie slide for now. I have more important things to take care of." He smirked suddenly and kneed the young child in the stomach hard. "That is for lying to your Prince, kid. You are fortunate I will soon have my wish, otherwise I would have killed you for such disrespect," Vejiita growled, then powered up, and shot into the air.
Leaving Gohan to gasp painfully on the island.
~~~
Buruma was pacing back and forth in front of the large cave, worried about her friend's son. He had been gone a very long time, and she felt sick just thinking about what Vejiita would do to him. She hoped Gohan hadn't run into the beast, and was just late. She'd never forgive herself for letting him get hurt, and neither would Chichi.
Just as she was about to ask Kuririn if he could sense the little boy, the monk gasped loudly and snapped his eyes up to look over the horizon. She frowned thoughtfully and followed her friend's gaze, hoping the bald man was sensing Gohan and not that awful Vejiita.
A few minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief as Gohan landed softly in front of them, looking for all the world like he was a cat that had just swallowed the canary. She was immediately irritated and glared at the child, putting her hands on her hips. "Son Gohan, you wipe that smile off your face! We were worried sick about you running into Vejiita! And you're late! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Buruma, but I'm fine, see? And I did run into Vejiita! But guess what? He didn't find the dragonball! I hid it and he didn't find it!"
At the ball's mention, Buruma glanced at the large orange orb in the young boy's arms, smiling suddenly. "That's great!"
Giving her a peace sign, Gohan giggled happily. "Yep!" He glanced at both Buruma and Kuririn. "You two alright? Vejiita said he ran into my 'bald friend and the gorgeous girl he was with'," Gohan mimicked in his high voice, but in an amazingly accurate imitation of Vejiita's deep one.
Kuririn's eyebrow rose slightly in surprise, and Buruma gaped at the boy. "He said that?" Kuririn asked in amazement.
Gohan nodded with a large grin. "Yep."
Buruma blinked rapidly before snapping her mouth shut. "He thinks I'm gorgeous?!"
Both Gohan and Kuririn rolled their eyes. "Buruma, I think that's not really the point," Kuririn said softly, but quickly shut up as Buruma leveled a glare at the short man. "Um, well, okay." He coughed nervously. "Gohan, I want you to come with me to see the Eldest Namek. He has the ability to release hidden powers and make you stronger!"
The young boy cocked his head curiously. "Really?"
Nodding, Kuririn smiled. "Yeah, he did it for me and I asked if I could bring you as well! Let's go!"
"Hey! You are *not* leaving me here alone again!" Buruma screeched at them, her hands on her hips. "I'm tired of being forgotten!"
"But we didn't forget you, Buruma-san," Gohan told her slightly confused. "We have just been really busy…"
"I don't care!" she snapped. "Take me with you!"
Kuririn shook his head. "Sorry, Buruma, but we can't. It'll be safer for you here. And you should guard the dragonball just in case."
"Hell no! What if Vejiita comes back? I have no chance in hell of guarding that!"
Kuririn exchanged glances with his best friend's son and nodded reluctantly. "Alright, we'll take it with us, but you're staying here. Okay?"
Sighing, Buruma caved. "Fine."
~~~
Vejiita burst out of the sea with a roar – a dragonball still under one arm – water spraying around him. His jaw clenched and his entire body shook violently. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, and his ki flew around him in a tornado of emotion.
His dragonball was gone!
And Vejiita was pissed. He was so angry he would have destroyed the planet if it weren't for the damn balls he had been trying to collect, or the fact that Furiza would probably survive it and live on in space while he could not. At least, not for long.
He growled low in his throat as he remembered the run-in with the demi-Saiyajin brat, suddenly realizing the 'antique watch' hadn't been a watch at all! He must have found his dragonball, and had taken it! The piece of junk in his hand must have been a locator of some sort! The little shit had *lied* to him! Him!
A blue aura surrounded him as he powered up, and then he took off in the direction of the human fools who had dared to steal from him. He would never again be so lenient with those idiots! They would die for such an act! The monk and the brat, at least. The female he might let live. She wasn't even a fighter; he supposed it wouldn't exactly be honorable to kill her. The monk, because of his part in Vejiita's humiliation on Earth, and the brat for his lies. The female had yet to do anything to him, and was too weak in any case. It was high time that he destroyed the fighters, however.
His eyes searched the ground for familiar territory, as the planet seemed to have a knack of confusing its travelers. It was nothing more than sea and tiny green islands it seemed! He spied the spot where he had confronted the son of Kakarotto, and snarled loudly, remembering his stupidity. He should have inquired further about his obvious lies!
Minutes later, he found the familiar sight of his battle with Zarbon and landed instantly, still shaking with rage. He stalked over to the cave, ready to blast the worthless warriors.
His eyes widened as they beheld the female, who was completely alone. She turned to him, her mouth open and her eyes angry, but when she spotted him, fear immediately replaced her irritation, and she stumbled backwards.
"Vejiita!" she screeched in terror.
He smirked.
~~~
AN: I know it is a bit short… but *giggles
Lovies!
Disclaimer: Suing maybe America's pastime, but I want no part of it.
By: Selenity Jade (Jadesama@aol.com)
Thanks: Mia Skywalker for Beta'ing!
Chapter Two: Dragonball Scramble
Snickering wickedly, Vejiita turned from the large mushroom cloud, which had once been the blue-skinned warrior. His eyes were instantly drawn to the quivering aqua-haired female, who was situated behind the bald man. Her wide blue eyes stared at him in stark terror, and once again, he experienced the odd tug in his mind. He wrenched his gaze from hers crossly, and glowered down into the diminutive man's anxious orbs.
"Give me the dragonball, baldy," he ordered tersely. He was very aware of her panicky attention fixed on him, and his eyebrow twitched as he controlled the urge to glance at her.
"Kuririn, don't!" the woman snapped, apparently pushing aside her terror. He felt a peculiar flicker of respect for her courage. Even in the face of death, she refused to yield. She had a negligible ki level, and yet she persisted in defying him, knowing he would probably kill them both should they refuse him.
Little did she know that while he would happily exterminate her little friend, he didn't relish the idea of doing her harm. "Well? I am waiting."
"No! I won't!" Kuririn declared, his voice startlingly devoid of fear.
Vejiita laughed cruelly, taking a step towards the orange-clad fighter. "I suggest," the Saiyajin no Ouji sneered, "you hand that ball over. That is, if you wish to live. I am feeling a bit generous today, so I will give you a chance. Hand over that ball, and you and the female can go free. If you decline, however, I will have to use force. And as you just witnessed, I am more than able to take it from you!"
His perceptive gaze discerned the almost unnoticeable tremor the bald warrior tried to suppress. He didn't have a chance to comment on it, though, because the fragile woman suddenly stood up and walked up beside her friend, distracting his attention immediately. She placed her hands on her hips and glared hatefully at him, and Vejiita was suddenly reminded of royalty.
She tossed her hair, jerking his stare from her mesmerizing blue eyes to her enthralling aqua tresses. She then had the audacity to curl her lips up into an all too familiar sneer, her eyes locking with his. "You will have to kill us then, Vejiita," she stated calmly. "We will *not* hand over the dragonball to the likes of you."
"Hey, uh, Buruma, I don't think-"
"Shut up!" both Vejiita and Buruma barked at the monk without glancing at him.
Silence descended upon the group as the pair continued to stare at each other; one glaring angrily, the other smirking with wicked amusement. Kuririn had been forgotten in the contest of wills the two stubborn individuals were engaged in, and he suddenly felt irrationally left out. He was also beginning to worry about his friend's safety. She wasn't a fighter! She scared the hell out of him, but he didn't think Vejiita would be too terribly afraid of her. After all, he could just blast her and be done with it.
"Well, baldy?" Vejiita asked suddenly without breaking eye contact with the female. "Last chance. Give it to me."
Kuririn glanced between his friend and the powerful Saiyajin anxiously, his mind whirling with possible escape plans, each worse than the last, until he could see no other choice. He sighed softly. "Alright, we'll-"
"No," Buruma interrupted. Vejiita raised his brow in silent inquiry, his smirk growing. "You heard me, idiot!" she snapped. Lifting her nose into the air, she sniffed derisively. "We will not be cowed by you! Understand?"
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "So be it," he agreed softly, and before either Buruma or Kuririn knew what had happened, Vejiita fazed out, appearing a half moment later behind the woman, his hand grabbing her throat. His eyes gleamed at her an instant before he spun her around, pressing her back to his chest. His hand was still securely wrapped around her flawless neck, a gloved finger moving seductively over her chin. He leaned his head forward, his breath brushing her ear, and grinned evilly at the human warrior who stared at him in horror.
"No," Kuririn exhaled out in shock.
Buruma didn't attempt to struggle, knowing the effort would be wasted. Trembling slightly, she stood there stiffly, praying he wouldn't kill her just for kicks, and completely petrified despite the almost tender handling. She had been terrified of him from the moment he had landed, especially with the way his eyes had locked on hers. It had been almost as if he could look straight through her, and despite her best efforts to hide her fear, she had been certain he saw it. She looked pleadingly at her friend, her spirits sinking as she saw the despair in his gaze.
Vejiita chuckled. "Yes, human. I warned you," he reminded the young monk. "I suggest you roll that ball gently towards me, and perhaps I will release her. And only kill you." He grinned wolfishly, caressing the woman's throat almost tenderly. "How much is the female worth to you? Give me the ball."
Kuririn sighed and nodded. "Alright, but release her first."
Chuckling evilly, Vejiita shot the little bald man a withering look. "Do not think so, idiot. I won't say it again."
The human warrior gave Buruma an apologetic look and set the gigantic dragonball on the ground before him. He hesitated slightly – earning a growl from the impatient Saiyajin – before rolling the ball towards the pair.
Vejiita's foot caught the orb easily, and he smirked in satisfaction. He finally had it. All seven dragonballs were his! For the first time since he could remember, he felt almost happy. It didn't hurt that he had a beautiful woman pressed against him.
"Good choice, idiot," Vejiita sneered, his foot still poised on the ball. He grinned and reached down – carefully keeping his hand on the female's throat – and picked up his prize. Finally! His dreams would be realized! Revenge would be his! Immortality and the death of his 'Master'. What more could a Saiyajin want? Revenge and power. It was glorious!
"Um, can you let me go now?" the female within his embrace asked softly, her voice trembling only once.
Vejiita gave a startled blink and a wicked grin. His eyes gleamed at the anxious monk evilly before he spoke, his lips brushing her sensitive ear. "Yes, you can go," he murmured, his voice low. "Fortunately for you, I have other business I must attend to now. But I *will* see you again, Onna."
And with one last brush of his finger over her chin, he released her neck and stepped back. He smirked once at both of them and shot into the air, leaving only a white vapor trail behind.
~~~
Kuririn sighed softly in relief and looked worriedly over towards Buruma. He was still amazed Vejiita hadn't hurt her. The evil warrior hadn't even squeezed his friend's throat, merely held it, and even seemed to caress it once or twice. It was an odd thing to see the fiery warrior do when he had come to destroy their home not so long ago.
He glanced over her body apprehensively. "You okay?"
Buruma nodded slightly, looking towards the direction Vejiita had disappeared to. "Fine, Kuririn. Not even a broken nail."
"Man, that was odd!" he exploded finally, unable to contain it any longer.
The blue-haired woman nodded again, her eyes turning back to him. "I'll say," she muttered. Her eyes suddenly widened and she glanced back in the direction Vejiita had taken. "Oh, no! He's flying towards Gohan!"
Kuririn gasped and paled visibly. "Oh, shit. I hope Vejiita doesn't run into him! Gohan can't defeat Vejiita by himself!"
"That's not all," she told the monk softly, her eyes gazing fearfully over the distance. "Gohan went to retrieve a dragonball."
"Oh, shit!" he cursed again, clenching his fists. "Vejiita will get another one! I hope Gohan will be okay…"
"I hope so, too," she agreed, looking at Kuririn. "You should go after him, Kuririn."
"What? Me?!" His eyes widened in horror. "Buruma, even together, Gohan and I couldn't defeat Vejiita! Besides, I think he can sense ki now and if I go flying after him, he'll know!"
"So what?" she snapped. "He'll find Gohan! And Chichi would kill me if something happens to him!"
He shook his head. "No, Buruma. If he senses me coming, he'll get suspicious. Gohan can sense him, and will probably hide. There is a chance they won't run into each other. But Vejiita will *know* something's up if I go after them!"
"I suppose," Buruma concurred reluctantly.
~~~
Vejiita stopped in mid-air as he felt a vague ki level nearby. He scowled slightly and looked around the ground below him, probing with his senses. The ki suddenly vanished and he growled softly to himself. Someone was there, and they knew enough to suppress their ki level. And the person was probably a human if they could do so... but then again, he could be wrong.
"I know you're there!" he called mockingly.
Silence.
He clenched his jaw irritably and landed on a small island, smirking. "I suggest you come out! You cannot hide from me!" he yelled again. Again, no one answered him, and he growled loudly. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll just blast you out!"
"WAIT!"
Vejiita blinked in recognition. He knew that voice! His eyes widened slightly as he watched the little demi-Saiyajin from Earth emerge from behind a grassy outcrop. The brat was bigger and more confident, but he recognized the cause of his defeat. Even with the stupid haircut. "Well, well, if it isn't Kakarotto's brat. After seeing the bald idiot and that gorgeous girl he was with, I should have known that they would not be alone."
The boy blinked in surprise at Vejiita, and then narrowed them in determination. "Vejiita."
"Hello, brat. What are you doing way out here? Why were you not with your little bald friend?"
Gohan didn't answer, but continued to glare at the Saiyajin no Ouji before him, then noticed the dragonball beneath the small warrior's arm. "A dragonball!"
Vejiita chuckled and nodded. "Yes, that it is, kid."
"Where did you get that!?" Gohan demanded.
Vejiita smirked. "Your little bald friend was kind enough to hand it over."
"You better not have hurt them, or I'll-"
Vejiita laughed. "Or you'll what, kid? I am much more powerful now than I was on Earth, brat. Besides, I did not even touch the fool human. They are both where I left them." He then glanced down at the boy's hand, noticing the large round object being clutched there, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What's that there, kid?"
Gohan clutched the object tighter, holding it against his chest. "It's…a watch! That's all!"
Vejiita blinked in surprise before his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "You are telling me that big thing is a watch? With technology today, you are carrying around a gigantic watch?"
"It's an antique! My father gave it to me!"
Vejiita examined the boy's face for a long moment before shrugging. What did it matter? He was obviously lying, but why the hell should he care what it was? Vejiita shrugged. "Fine, brat. You are lucky I'm in such a good mood, because I will let your lie slide for now. I have more important things to take care of." He smirked suddenly and kneed the young child in the stomach hard. "That is for lying to your Prince, kid. You are fortunate I will soon have my wish, otherwise I would have killed you for such disrespect," Vejiita growled, then powered up, and shot into the air.
Leaving Gohan to gasp painfully on the island.
~~~
Buruma was pacing back and forth in front of the large cave, worried about her friend's son. He had been gone a very long time, and she felt sick just thinking about what Vejiita would do to him. She hoped Gohan hadn't run into the beast, and was just late. She'd never forgive herself for letting him get hurt, and neither would Chichi.
Just as she was about to ask Kuririn if he could sense the little boy, the monk gasped loudly and snapped his eyes up to look over the horizon. She frowned thoughtfully and followed her friend's gaze, hoping the bald man was sensing Gohan and not that awful Vejiita.
A few minutes later, she breathed a sigh of relief as Gohan landed softly in front of them, looking for all the world like he was a cat that had just swallowed the canary. She was immediately irritated and glared at the child, putting her hands on her hips. "Son Gohan, you wipe that smile off your face! We were worried sick about you running into Vejiita! And you're late! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Buruma, but I'm fine, see? And I did run into Vejiita! But guess what? He didn't find the dragonball! I hid it and he didn't find it!"
At the ball's mention, Buruma glanced at the large orange orb in the young boy's arms, smiling suddenly. "That's great!"
Giving her a peace sign, Gohan giggled happily. "Yep!" He glanced at both Buruma and Kuririn. "You two alright? Vejiita said he ran into my 'bald friend and the gorgeous girl he was with'," Gohan mimicked in his high voice, but in an amazingly accurate imitation of Vejiita's deep one.
Kuririn's eyebrow rose slightly in surprise, and Buruma gaped at the boy. "He said that?" Kuririn asked in amazement.
Gohan nodded with a large grin. "Yep."
Buruma blinked rapidly before snapping her mouth shut. "He thinks I'm gorgeous?!"
Both Gohan and Kuririn rolled their eyes. "Buruma, I think that's not really the point," Kuririn said softly, but quickly shut up as Buruma leveled a glare at the short man. "Um, well, okay." He coughed nervously. "Gohan, I want you to come with me to see the Eldest Namek. He has the ability to release hidden powers and make you stronger!"
The young boy cocked his head curiously. "Really?"
Nodding, Kuririn smiled. "Yeah, he did it for me and I asked if I could bring you as well! Let's go!"
"Hey! You are *not* leaving me here alone again!" Buruma screeched at them, her hands on her hips. "I'm tired of being forgotten!"
"But we didn't forget you, Buruma-san," Gohan told her slightly confused. "We have just been really busy…"
"I don't care!" she snapped. "Take me with you!"
Kuririn shook his head. "Sorry, Buruma, but we can't. It'll be safer for you here. And you should guard the dragonball just in case."
"Hell no! What if Vejiita comes back? I have no chance in hell of guarding that!"
Kuririn exchanged glances with his best friend's son and nodded reluctantly. "Alright, we'll take it with us, but you're staying here. Okay?"
Sighing, Buruma caved. "Fine."
~~~
Vejiita burst out of the sea with a roar – a dragonball still under one arm – water spraying around him. His jaw clenched and his entire body shook violently. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, and his ki flew around him in a tornado of emotion.
His dragonball was gone!
And Vejiita was pissed. He was so angry he would have destroyed the planet if it weren't for the damn balls he had been trying to collect, or the fact that Furiza would probably survive it and live on in space while he could not. At least, not for long.
He growled low in his throat as he remembered the run-in with the demi-Saiyajin brat, suddenly realizing the 'antique watch' hadn't been a watch at all! He must have found his dragonball, and had taken it! The piece of junk in his hand must have been a locator of some sort! The little shit had *lied* to him! Him!
A blue aura surrounded him as he powered up, and then he took off in the direction of the human fools who had dared to steal from him. He would never again be so lenient with those idiots! They would die for such an act! The monk and the brat, at least. The female he might let live. She wasn't even a fighter; he supposed it wouldn't exactly be honorable to kill her. The monk, because of his part in Vejiita's humiliation on Earth, and the brat for his lies. The female had yet to do anything to him, and was too weak in any case. It was high time that he destroyed the fighters, however.
His eyes searched the ground for familiar territory, as the planet seemed to have a knack of confusing its travelers. It was nothing more than sea and tiny green islands it seemed! He spied the spot where he had confronted the son of Kakarotto, and snarled loudly, remembering his stupidity. He should have inquired further about his obvious lies!
Minutes later, he found the familiar sight of his battle with Zarbon and landed instantly, still shaking with rage. He stalked over to the cave, ready to blast the worthless warriors.
His eyes widened as they beheld the female, who was completely alone. She turned to him, her mouth open and her eyes angry, but when she spotted him, fear immediately replaced her irritation, and she stumbled backwards.
"Vejiita!" she screeched in terror.
He smirked.
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AN: I know it is a bit short… but *giggles
Lovies!
