Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Saiyajin's Heart ❯ Chapter Two: Party! ( Chapter 2 )

A Saiyajin's Heart
Chapter Two: Party!

By Selenity Jade
Rated: M

 

Disclaimer: Not mine. Will never be mine. (Sigh) I wish I could create something people write fanfiction about.

 

Beta: Mia Skywalker and Lynz

 

Pairing: Buruma/Vejiita

 

AN: Originally posted in 1999 or around there. I'm currently editing it to post on sites I hadn't finished posting it to, for whatever reason. Updated: 03/01/08

 

xxx

 

"Kakarotto! Are we going to spar or stare at the kitchen all fucking day?" Vejiita snarled at the other Saiyajin.

 

"Huh?" Goku grunted absently, before turning to face the angry prince. "Sorry, Vejiita. Don't you think those two are acting kind of odd?"

 

Vejiita scowled at his rival. "They are acting like females, idiot. What more do you want from them?"

 

"No, Vejiita. Something is up with Chichi and I know Buruma is a part of it."

 

Glancing towards the kitchen, Vejiita frowned as he probed the Onna's low ki and the other female's slightly higher one. "They do not feel any different."

 

"I can feel it, Vejiita," Goku told the older Saiyajin worriedly.

 

Vejiita resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Kakarotto. Let's just fight."

 

"Sorry, Vejiita. I think it's best if we figure out what's going on first. I don't feel like this is a very safe thing. I think they're planning something. I just can't put my finger on it."

 

Snarling in irritation, Vejiita barked, "Have you bonded with the foolish woman?"

 

"Huh?" Goku asked, confused. He turned from the kitchen to see Vejiita's scowl. "Bonded with her?"

 

"Can you feel her emotions?" Vejiita demanded.

 

"No," Goku told him thoughtfully.

 

"Have you bitten her?"

 

Goku gaped at the smaller Saiyajin in shocked horror. "No!"

 

Laughing bitterly, Vejiita gave his rival a disgusted head shake. "It sickens me how completely human-like you are, third-class. If you had bitten her neck, and could feel her emotions, it would mean you had bonded with her. It's a sort of a link, moron. We Saiyajin could not do it often. It was semi-acceptable in third-class scum like you, Kakarotto, but in higher classes, such as myself, it was looked down upon and sometimes the bonded mates were killed. Since you have not bonded with her, you have no way of knowing if she and the Onna are planning something dangerous or not unless you fucking ask her!" Vejiita snapped. "Since you're not bonded you have no way of 'feeling' anything suspicious from her, so stop blubbering about it and just ask the damned woman."

 

"Bite her neck?" Goku repeated in fascination.

 

Vejiita turned away from the larger Saiyajin in irritation. "You are still on that? Yes, bite her fucking neck! Haven't you ever felt the urge to do that? It is in your genes, Kakarotto. Just like fighting."

 

"Wouldn't it hurt her?" the younger warrior inquired, completely baffled.

 

"You are supposed to bite her in the middle of fucking her! That way it hurts for a moment before the pleasure overrides the pain," he snarled, stomping away. "I can't believe I'm talking about mating with a brain-damaged, empty-headed, soft-willed moron," Vejiita grumbled to himself in his home language.

 

"What did you say?" Goku wondered curiously.

 

Snarling, Vejiita shot him a glare. "If you had not rattled your brains when you were a brat, you would know what I was saying! As it is, you are too stupid to learn Saiyago now."

 

"Saiyago? The Saiyajin had a different language?"

 

Rolling his eyes, Vejiita forced his rage down. "Yes," he hissed slowly. "Do you think that everyone in the universe spoke Japanese?"

 

Putting his hand behind his head, Goku gave his famous abashed grin. "I never thought about it."

 

"Fool," Vejiita spat.

 

"Have you ever bonded, Vejiita?" Goku asked suddenly.

 

Looking at his rival in horror, Vejiita nearly choked. "Of course not! I cannot bond, you imbecile. I am the Saiyajin no Ouji. Bonding is rare as it is. It has been specifically bred out of the royal line. I cannot bond like you might be able to. Besides, if I had bonded, I would still be fucking bonded!" he roared, before pausing thoughtfully and adding, "or dead."

 

"I might be able to?"

 

"Kakarotto, you complete imbecile, I am only going to explain this once!" the Saiyajin snapped. "Bonding is rare. One in a million mated pairs could form a bond. It appears more often in the lower classes, probably because there were more mates to choose from and they weren't as inhibited by station when choosing a mate. It is a specific Saiyajin trait that we had grown to despise and was especially forbidden and bred out of the royal line."

 

"Why?" Goku wondered. Vejiita wasn't always forthcoming with information on the Saiyajin and Goku was definitely taking advantage of it. Actually, if he would have thought about it, Vejiita never even really spoke to him much at all.

 

Folding his arms over his well-muscled chest, Vejiita looked up at the pale, blue sky. "It is a weakness. If your bonded mate were to die, it would, more often than not, kill you. It's a connection of the spirit. Two spirits are connected and if they meet and mate, they will bond as soon as blood is shared. If one dies, the other most likely follows. Simple. No Saiyajin wanted to have that kind of weakness."

 

Goku looked back at the kitchen before commenting, "I think it sounds like what we call soul-mates. Although, I think it's more of a fanciful notion than reality."

 

"On Vejiita-sei, it was most definitely a reality, Kakarotto. Now, are we done with the mating lessons now? I would like to fight before the cyborgs show up."

 

"I still want to know what's going on. Chichi is hiding something from me and I don't feel right about it."

 

"Ask the foolish female after the party. Let's fight now!" Vejiita snarled, launching himself at the thoughtful Saiyajin.

 

Glancing up in surprise, Goku blinked and dodged quickly to avoid a powerful blow to his midsection. "Hey! I wasn't ready!"

 

"Get ready," Vejiita barked, raising his ki.

 

xxx

 

"Thanks for inviting us, Buruma-san," Kuririn said, hugging the blue-haired woman.

 

"No problem, Kuririn. You guys are always welcome here, you know that," she stated, smiling. "Except maybe Kame-sennin. He's only allowed on special occasions."

 

Kuririn, Tenshinhan, and Chaotzu laughed.

 

"Dressed like that," Yamucha put in, coming up behind his girlfriend and giving her an appreciative glance, "I think he should be banned."

 

She was wearing a short black dress that fell to mid-thigh, hugging her creamy legs, and only the thin spaghetti straps on her slender shoulders held it up. The dress did nothing to hide her sensuous curves, nor her cleavage. Her small feet were adorned with small black-heeled sandals, and her hair flowed down her bare back, held only by a simple black clip. She looked gorgeous and she knew it. She could almost see Yamucha trying to figure out what the occasion was.

 

"Thank you, Yamucha," Buruma said with a soft giggle. She kissed his cheek, taking his arm. "Let's go say hello to Son-kun and Chichi."

 

The human warrior allowed the blue-haired genius to lead him through the large gathering of their friends, every once in awhile stopping to greet one, before finally setting eyes on Goku and his wife. Yamucha's mouth fell open as he noticed Chichi dressed in much the same way as his girlfriend, with a black, very revealing, gown. She looked absolutely stunning and he was practically drooling as he gaped at the younger woman. He sneaked a glance at his friend's face, and nearly choked. Goku was staring at his wife like he'd never seen her before, his mouth hanging wide open.

 

"Hey, Son-kun," Buruma called as they approached the couple. Giggling softly, she let herself admire the younger woman's more muscular frame. She does look wonderful. "Chichi, you look beautiful."

 

"As do you, Buruma," Chichi commented slyly, winking at the blue-haired genius.

 

"Son-kun? I think you can probably close your mouth now," Buruma told him dryly.

 

He snapped his mouth shut with an audible click. "Chi," he breathed out, obviously at a loss for words. "You look..."

 

"I know, Goku-sa," she whispered seductively, smiling sweetly up at her husband.

 

"Um, where's Gohan, Chichi?" Yamucha asked, obviously becoming very uncomfortable with the whole 'Chichi is hot' idea.

 

"He's over by the table talking with the green freak," the dark-haired female said, her eyes never leaving her husband's.

 

"Piccolo's here?" Yamucha asked, amazed. "How did you get him to come?"

 

"It was easy, Yamucha," Buruma stated with a laugh. "We sicced Gohan on him."

 

Laughing, Yamucha shook his head in amusement. "Good plan. Now I suppose that the Saiyajin no Ouji will decide to grace us with his royal pain-in-the-ass presence," he muttered darkly.

 

"As a matter of fact," a gruff voice sneered from behind the group, "he has." He shot a glare at the human warrior before glancing at the woman on his arm. "Onna, what the hell are you wearing?"

 

Buruma turned to the irritated Saiyajin, her mouth dropping open in shock. Vejiita stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his ever-present smirk on his rugged face. She felt her gaze wander over his body. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. She couldn't believe the Saiyajin no Ouji was actually willingly wearing human clothing. Of course they were black. It would be either that or navy blue, as he never wore any other color unless he was forced to. He probably purposely wore the t-shirt tight to show off his seriously gorgeous muscles, the conceited bastard.

 

She smirked at him. "You look nice," she practically purred at him. Feeling her boyfriend's gaze on her, she couldn't help feeling a wee bit guilty for taking so much pleasure in eying the small warrior.

 

Vejiita snorted.

 

"That, dear friends," Buruma put in, amused, "is Vejiita for 'of course'."

 

"Hn," he snorted again, walking off, his very stance radiating strength, discipline, and pride.

 

Buruma giggled, her eyes drawn to his small, incredibly sexy ass. "That meant 'duh'," she translated.

 

Laughing, Chichi intertwined her arm with Buruma's. "Let's go over to the bar, Buruma. I want to let loose tonight."

 

Buruma's eyes widened in shock at the suggestion. Chichi wants to drink? Let loose? Is she ill? "Sure, Chi! Sounds fun, but what about Gohan? I don't think it would be wise for such a young boy to watch his strict, perfect mother get plastered."

 

To her shock, Chichi giggled. "Don't worry about it. I promised my Gohan he could train with Piccolo soon. By the time we get relaxed, they will be more than ready to leave."

 

Buruma's jaw dropped. Chichi was letting Gohan train with the 'green freak'? Woah. "Nice, Chi," Buruma commented.

 

"I know," Chichi stated smugly, moving closer to her friend's ear, and glancing around to make sure no Saiyajin or Namek-jin ears were in sight. "Besides, this is the last chance to let loose before we train. Alcohol isn't good for the body, you know."

 

Buruma laughed. "So true. Shall we?"

 

"We shall," Chichi said with a smile as they reached the bar, each wearing the same evil female-with-a-scheme grin.

 

xxx

 

Buruma giggled, standing up a bit unsteadily. "I forgot just how much fun this is!"

 

Grinning at her friend, Chichi stood up to help, only to cause both of them to fall over into a pile of laughter and creamy flesh. "You're squishing me, Buruma!"

 

"Sorry, Chi," Buruma apologized happily before attempting to stand once more, and again falling onto Chichi. They both burst into laughter again, tears streaming down their flushed cheeks.

 

"Onna, what the hell are you laughing about?" Vejiita demanded grumpily. He stood above the giggling females in his usual stance - arms crossed over his chest, feet spread slightly apart - and glared down at them.

 

"Nothing, 'Jiita," Buruma stated with a giggle.

 

He blinked at her. "What did you just call me?" he growled.

 

Her brow furrowed as she thought for a few moments. She then grinned mischievously. "Oh! I called you 'Jiita!" she exclaimed.

 

"I will not be called by that name!" he snapped.

 

"Oh, lighten up, 'Jiita. It's only a nickname," she scolded lightly, trying to stand up again. Unsuccessfully.

 

"Hey, Vejiita, what's going on?" Goku wondered, walking up behind the irritated Saiyajin. He looked down at his wife and friend who were lumped in a heap of giggles. His eyebrows rose in surprise.

 

"Your disgusting mate and the Onna are drunk, Kakarotto," Vejiita sneered.

 

Goku's mouth dropped. "Chi? You're drunk? But you hate alcohol!"

 

"So? I like to drink every once in awhile, Goku-sa! It's fun. Buruma and I decided tonight was a good night to let loose. So we did," Chichi stated happily.

 

"But, Chi, you'll have a hangover tomorrow! Who'll cook breakfast?" Goku asked worriedly.

 

Vejiita snorted. "Sometimes your stupidity amazes even me," he sneered. The Saiyajin no Ouji's eyes traveled over the exposed flesh of the blue-haired genius, her dress rising as she tried to untangle herself from Chichi. Buruma felt the urge to blush when his gaze lingered a little longer on her than it had before. And his eyes didn't even move to glance at his rival's wife, which shocked her. Chichi's dress was exposing even more skin than Buruma's as they tried to rise.

 

"Lighten up, 'Jiita," Buruma repeated, her words slightly slurred. She grinned suddenly. "Would one of you strong Saiyajin help us up?" she asked, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.

 

Vejiita snorted and turned away, causing Goku to glance at him curiously. Shrugging, the larger Saiyajin bent over and held out both of his hands for the two tipsy females. Each took a large hand and were pulled to their feet, both still giggling happily.

 

"Thanks, Son-kun," Buruma said, hugging her friend.

 

Vejiita rolled his eyes, his back still towards them.

 

"Why don't you two stay here tonight?" Buruma offered. "Chichi and I are quite tuned, and you and 'Jiita can spar."

 

Swinging around, Vejiita snarled at the flushed female. "No! I will not have that brain-damaged moron and his loud mate staying one minute in my damn home!"

 

Buruma blinked in surprise. He called this his home? Will wonders never cease? "Well, it is getting late, 'Jiita," she reminded him softly.

 

He growled at her. "Do not address me so informally, Onna. I will not be called by that ridiculous name!"

 

Laughing, she walked unsteadily towards her roommate and poked him in the chest. His eyes widened slightly in surprise. "'Jiita, I can and will call you what I want!"

 

"Do you have a death wish?" he asked softly, his voice strangely lacking the usual heated tone when they argued.

 

Goku quickly stepped beside the small woman, who was beginning to turn an interesting shade of red. "Come, Buruma," he interrupted. "You should know better than to rile him up like that."

 

Vejiita glared at his rival. "Back. Off. Kakarotto," he hissed.

 

"Vejiita, I won't let you kill my friend. You know that."

 

Vejiita unconsciously began to raise his ki. "You should know better, Kakarotto," he snapped, glancing back at Buruma, who was watching him curiously. Neither seemed to want their odd argument to end. "We'll finish this later," he growled to the blue-haired female, disappearing into the gravity room.

 

Goku stared at the closed door. "What does he mean by that?"

 

Buruma shrugged. "No idea," she said. She then glared at her friend. "And next time, don't interrupt us. He wasn't going to kill me, Son-kun!"

 

"What?" he asked, rubbing his hand behind his head.

 

Chichi rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the offer, Buruma. We'll definitely take you up on it. Do you have enough room?"

 

Laughing, Buruma nodded. "Of course. Vejiita and I are the only ones staying on this side of the compound. I moved out of my parents' side long ago, remember? We have plenty of room. And don't worry about Vejiita. He'll train until he nearly drops and then come in to crash in his room. As usual," she told them with a smile.

 

"We'll stay then, Buruma," Goku agreed happily.

 

They saw that was starting to leave. Piccolo had already left with Gohan, and Tenshinhan and Chaotzu were already gone as well. Kame-sennin and Oolong were over in the lawn chairs, apparently reading porn while Kuririn was looking on in disgust, and that left Yamucha, who was headed their way. Buruma turned towards Yamucha, having heard him come up behind her.

 

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her temple softly. "Hey, babe," he whispered in greeting.

 

"Yamucha, do you want to stay for a movie? It's only ten o'clock," she murmured.

 

"Sure," he agreed quickly.

 

"Good," she said. "Son-kun, Chichi, let me show you to your room and then we'll curl up in the living room to watch a movie.""We'll continue our fun, ne?" Chichi asked.

 

"Of course!"

 

xxx

 

Buruma curled tighter into Yamucha's embrace as they sat comfortably on the couch. Chichi and Goku were also cuddling on the love seat beside them, their eyes riveted towards the large big screen television. Buruma sat up to retrieve her glass, taking a sip. The room was already spinning and she knew she would have a wicked hangover tomorrow. She was quite drunk, as was Chichi, if the hand moving between her husband's legs were any indication. Buruma covered her mouth to stifle her giggles. Goku was trying, unsuccessfully, to ignore his wife's blatant interest in his groin and Buruma could just barely see the faint blush creeping on his handsome face. She turned away quickly before she was caught staring.

 

She leaned into her boyfriend's shoulder, giggling softly. "Yamucha," she whispered, getting his attention. "Chichi is putting the moves on Son-kun."

 

She felt him take a glance over at the couple before chuckling softly. "I see that. What did you give her? Aphrodisiacs?"

 

Buruma smiled. "Nope, just some nice hard liquor."

 

Yamucha rolled his eyes, pulling Buruma closer to his chest and wrapping an arm around her waist and a hand through her hair. "Buruma, I had fun tonight."

 

Giggling, she nodded. "I think even Vejiita had fun, Yamucha. I caught him smirking a few times."

 

To her surprise, Yamucha pulled away from her and looked down at her seriously. "You always talk about him," he accused suddenly.

 

Blinking, Buruma gaped at her boyfriend. "What! I do not!"

 

"Yes, you do!" he snapped in a whisper. "Things between us aren't the same anymore. You won't even let me touch you anymore, and although we've never had sex, we at least did something! Now, you won't let me do more than hold you or kiss you. It all changed when I got wished back and the monkey prince started living here."

 

She glared at him. "Don't call him that, Yamucha! 'Jiita isn't a monkey prince."

 

"'Jiita? You have a nickname for him?" Yamucha asked, disgusted. "You never gave me a nickname."

 

Sighing, Buruma put a hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, Yamucha, but he is my friend. Besides, what possible nickname could I come up with for you? Yammy?" Buruma giggled.

 

Yamucha rolled his eyes. "Okay, you have a point. I just... damn it! I can see how you look at him sometimes, Buruma. Like you can't figure him out. Like you want to run to him. You worry about him. You talk about him all the damn time! I can't compete with the bastard, Buruma. I can't and I won't."

 

Sighing, Buruma sat up and looked into his dark eyes. "You aren't competing with Vejiita. He's my friend, Yamucha."

 

Yamucha smiled sadly. "I just want to be friends, Buruma. I can't make you look at me like you look at him."

 

Buruma looked at him with wide eyes. "Yamucha-"

 

He hugged her. "Sorry, Buruma, I'm going to go home now. Friends?"

 

She nodded sadly. "Bye, Yamucha."

 

"Hey, Goku, Chichi! I'm going now," Yamucha called to the necking couple on the love seat. Goku pushed his wife away in embarrassment and waved at him, his face a bit flushed. Chichi grinned and waved before grabbing her husband for another kiss.

 

After Yamucha waved sadly to Buruma, he left. She turned towards the television, wrapping her arms around her bent knees, rocking slightly. She wasn't really that sad. Maybe it was the alcohol; she did still feel quite dizzy and relaxed. It was beginning to take too much effort to think. She felt a small tear make its way down her cheek before she hurriedly wiped it away before the lovey-dovey couple on the love seat saw it. I don't want to be alone.

 

"About time you got rid of the weakling," a gruff voice said softly from right behind her. She looked up and smiled at the Saiyajin standing over her behind the couch. He was still wearing the same black jeans and t-shirt from earlier. He didn't look like he had been training, either.

 

"Were you training?" she asked quietly, trying not to disturb Goku and Chichi.

 

"No."

 

She blinked in shock. Vejiita hadn't been training?

 

The Saiyajin no Ouji glanced over at the kissing couple and a grimace passed over his handsome features. "Why are they doing that?" he demanded in annoyance.

 

"Chichi's drunk," she told him with a slightly indifferent shrug.

 

"So are you," he stated. "What does being drunk have to do with that? Drunk people get into fights, not fuck each other."

 

"You've probably seen warriors drunk, 'Jiita. She's just a little excited," Buruma told the disgusted Saiyajin with a giggle. "And trying to get Son-kun excited as well, I think."

 

Snorting, Vejiita moved around the couch to sit beside her, a good two inches between them. "It's disgusting. Can't they take it to their home or at least a separate room? Mating should be private," he complained.

 

"Leave them be, 'Jiita," she said softly, laying her head on the back of the couch. "They're happy."

 

"Hn," he grunted.

 

"Can I ask you a question?"

 

"Hn."

 

"How can you live so alone all the time?"

 

He blinked in surprise at her question. Looking at her curiously, he finally asked, "What do you mean?"

 

"You don't socialize. You don't have a girlfriend. No one, 'Jiita. You don't talk much and you don't seem to care. Your entire race is nearly gone and no one on this planet understands you, not that you want them to, but you're always alone. I couldn't do it. I'm not that strong. I don't know how anyone could be that strong," she whispered sadly.

 

She thought that Vejiita would snap at her and leave. She fully expected the proud Saiyajin to do just that. To her surprise, he leaned his head against the back of the couch, a thoughtful frown on his face. She could see the tense muscles of his chest twitch slightly, letting her know that even if he looked relaxed, he wasn't. He never relaxed. Always watchful, always wary. Like at any moment he could be attacked. She suddenly felt pain for him, upset that he had to live a life like that. A life where relaxing, for even just an instant, could mean death.

 

"I don't know," he answered softly in his rough voice, surprising her. He was silent a few minutes more before barking at the half-naked couple on the love seat next to them. "Kakarotto! Go to your room! I have no wish to see you fuck your ugly mate," he snapped.

 

Goku jumped up, blushing. He picked up his wife, who glared at the Saiyajin no Ouji, and made his way up the stairs.

 

"Finally," he muttered, before he started mumbling in an odd guttural language she had often heard him use when he had no wish for others to know what he was saying.

 

She giggled. "I suppose that was effective."

 

"Hn," he grunted, staring at the movie playing on the large television.

 

She turned to watch it also, figuring that Vejiita was done with the conversation. No matter how much they argued, they did get along sometimes. Actually, now that she thought about it, their relationship, if one could call it that, was quite easy to keep up with. They got along wonderfully when neither felt the need to yell. No one would believe it. Hell, she hardly believed it herself. They could go days between arguments, and it wasn't because they didn't see each other. They almost always ate together. She wasn't the world's greatest cook, but she could prepare a few dishes quite well and did so occasionally when she felt a domestic urge. They would often spend a lot of time in the same room, in comfortable silence. They could get along. It was just that sometimes arguing was fun and a bit of a stress reliever for both of them. Vejiita wasn't an open man, but she knew when he started those useless battles with her, it was because something was bothering him. So she reacted as she always did, instead of asking him about it. It seemed to work.

 

Now that she thought about it, he was a very good roommate. He was quiet, clean, and almost never around when he was training. He always took showers, unlike Son-kun who still to this day had to be bullied into showering more than just twice a week. Vejiita didn't yell or stomp or throw things in the house. He ate a lot like Goku, except with arrogance and pride. As befitting the prince he was, she supposed. She smiled. He was definitely every bit the prince.

 

"I do not know how to live any other way," he said suddenly.

 

Staring at him, she almost didn't realize he was answering her question. "Don't you ever get lonely?"

 

He snorted. "I do not think about it. Loneliness is a weakness, as is companionship, and all weaknesses were purged from me."

 

Buruma looked at the Saiyajin no Ouji sadly. "You are stronger than the others believe."

 

He snapped his head around to stare at her in shock.

 

"You are. Your spirit is strong, perhaps stronger than even Son-kun's. From the little I know, from Son-kun and from you, I don't think that even Son-kun could have lived through what you did, and as well as you did. You made it out without going insane. You survived and became stronger. You made it out of all that with your spirit, your pride, intact. Someone like Son-kun couldn't have survived that. It would have killed him, I think. He's too innocent and kind-hearted. Son-kun may be physically stronger than you right now, but I think you will always be stronger than him. You're a genius when it comes to combat, and your desire to better yourself surprises even him. But I think what sets you apart as the strongest, to me, is that no matter what you have endured, Vejiita, you are still sane. Your spirit, your inner strength is very powerful indeed, 'Jiita."

 

He stared at her, his black eyes wide. "You are drunk," he replied bitterly.

 

"So? I feel the exact same way as I do sober. I just have more guts when I'm drunk." Pausing, she frowned thoughtfully. "Or more stupidity."

 

He watched her silently for a long moment before smiling. A real smile. The first one she had ever seen him give. It was a sad, somewhat bitter smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Thank you," he whispered softly, his deep voice telling her more than his words did. He truly felt honored that she thought the way she did. She supposed that if he was human, and hadn't spent so long hiding his emotions, that he would have had tears in his eyes. It meant that much to him.

 

She looked at him silently for a long moment, a thoughtful look on her face. She suddenly moved a bit closer to him, causing the Saiyajin to give her an odd look, and then to start in surprise and tense up as she leaned her shoulder against his. He didn't move, but she could feel his muscles twitch. She was thankful she didn't try to initiate more contact than with just his shoulder. He might have bolted.

 

He was, perhaps, his own worst critic, she decided. He strove to be the best, despite the fact that no one else cared if he could beat Goku. He judged himself too harshly, and yet he was perhaps the most arrogant person she had ever met. Perhaps his arrogance was simply a mask to hide the faults he felt he possessed. The look in his eyes when she told him how strong she perceived him to be truly bothered her. She didn't think anyone had ever praised or complimented him before without an ulterior motive, either because they feared him or because they wanted to trick him. And the way he looked as she praised him truthfully about the one thing that meant so very much to him broke her heart. How could someone live like that?

 

"Besides," he said suddenly, his voice gruff but soft. "I am not exactly alone right now. I have to listen to your loud mouth all the damn time."

 

She smiled, deciding that just this once she'd let that comment slide. She turned back towards the movie, their shoulders still touching, and took a sip of her drink again. After downing it, she rose to get another, only to fall back onto the couch, half on the shocked Saiyajin who found himself with a lap full of woman. "Oi," she whispered, leaning on him. "I'm drunker than I thought."

 

"Stupid Onna," he grumbled.

 

She attempted to get up again, wobbling a bit on her feet. "I think I might sleep on the couch tonight," she told him with a giggle as she fell back onto the couch and onto him. "I don't think I'll make it up the stairs!"

 

She saw his eyebrow twitch slightly and he tried to pull away from her. "Where are you going, 'Jiita?"

 

"Are you going to stop calling me that stupid pet name when you sober up?" he demanded.

 

"I don't know," she replied with a snicker.

 

He grunted and suddenly picked her up. Squealing as the world began spinning, she flung her arms around his neck, hanging on to him tightly. "You can stop trying to choke me, Onna. I'm not going to drop you," he growled, sounding almost offended.

 

"I know," her muffled voice answered. "The world is spinning though."

 

He made another annoyed grunt. "I am taking you to your room, Onna. You cannot sleep on the couch."

 

"Why not?" she demanded.

 

"You will wake up bitchier than normal with a hangover. I do not need you to have a backache on top of that."

 

Giggling, she squeezed his neck slightly. "How nice of you, 'Jiita!"

 

"I am not nice," he growled, annoyed.

 

Sighing happily, she snuggled closer to him as he walked up the stairs. He smells so masculine. She breathed in deeply. "You smell good," she mumbled sleepily. "Kind of spicy, almost. It's very nice."

 

A choked grunt was her only reply.

 

She smirked suddenly. "Have you ever been with a woman, 'Jiita?" She felt him tense up and could tell he very nearly dropped her. He quickly recovered, however.

 

"You ask too many questions, Onna," he replied grumpily.

 

"I know," she said impishly. "But since you're kind of talkative tonight, I figured I'd ask while I still could. Besides, I probably won't remember it in the morning anyway."

 

He reached her room, leaning closer to open the door. Entering the dark chamber, he closed the door behind them with his hip before moving over to her king-sized bed. He gently dropped her on top of it.

 

"Why the hell do you need a bed this size?" he asked suddenly.

 

Looking up in surprise, she blinked at him before reaching to remove her shoes. "I like big beds."

 

Snorting, he watched her fumble with her heels for a moment before bending down to do it for her.

 

"Besides, you have a bed just as big," she reminded him as she watched the proud Saiyajin no Ouji remove her tiny shoes. She almost giggled aloud at the sight. Vejiita taking off someone else's footwear was definitely a Kodak moment. Too bad she was too tipsy to get her camera.

 

"You set me up in that room," he pointed out. "The bed was already there." He stood up after he retrieved her shoes and walked over to the closet to put them away. Vejiita was definitely a neat person.

 

She nodded. "Are you going to answer me?" she asked him. She began to unzip the back of her dress. If Vejiita didn't care about modesty, then neither would she. Besides, she didn't want to ruin a perfectly good dress. She didn't even ponder on the odd thought long, the alcohol was probably affecting her.

 

He turned back towards her, frowning slightly. Padding over to her, he motioned her to turn around. After she did so, he unzipped her dress and stepped back. He folded his arms over his chest again, watching her remove the gown. "Yes, I have been with females before."

 

She looked up at him, dressed only in her black, strapless bra and satin panties. She noted his gaze was set on her face, his jaw clenching tightly as he tried not to look down at her exposed body. She smirked and walked towards him seductively, causing his eyes to widen. "Vejiita?" she murmured sexily.

 

"Hn," he grunted out, his jaw muscles twitching.

 

She pressed her body to his chest, causing him to make a hasty step back, and smiled at him. "Like what you see?"

 

"Onna, knock it off," he growled. "You are drunk."

 

She sighed; he was right. She turned from him and crawled under her covers, moving over to the middle of the bed. She motioned him to sit down. To her shock, he complied, although he was watching her a bit warily. He lay on the bed, his arms under his head, and stared at the ceiling. "How many?" she asked.

 

His jaw clenched again. "A lot."

 

"Too many to count," she asked mischievously.

 

He snorted. "127 females, Onna."

 

She gaped at him. "You kept count!" she exclaimed in shock.

 

"Hardly. I have something like what you humans call a photographic memory. I can remember everything."

 

Her eyes widened. "You have a photographic memory?" She suddenly gasped. "God..."

 

He glanced at her. "What?"

 

"You remember everything? Every detail of every torture you've endured? You aren't even allowed the luxury of having time dull your memories," she whispered sadly.

 

He turned away from her compassionate blue eyes. "No. I do not get it that easy."

 

She decided to change the subject. "Did you feel anything for those women?"

 

"No. They were there to pleasure me. They helped the warriors of Furiza to rid themselves of hormonal urges. They were used so that I could concentrate on my missions."

 

She gaped at him. "That's horrible."

 

"No. It is life. Or the way my life was. I cannot care for things or people. I am no longer capable of it. My heart is dead and has been for years. Rage and hatred were the only emotions I was allowed to keep; they were not weaknesses. Had I fallen prey to caring or concern for someone, that person would have been destroyed."

 

"You haven't had anyone care for you, either?"

 

"No."

 

Staring at him for a moment, she sighed. Moving closer to him, she laid her head on his chest suddenly, causing him to tense up immediately. She had the feeling he wanted to shove her off him, but he refrained. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded gruffly.

 

"I care about you, 'Jiita," she whispered sleepily, closing her eyes.

 

"Why?" he asked, completely baffled.

 

"You're my friend. I just do, Jiita," she told him, not removing her head from his chest. He didn't relax, but she felt a soft feathery touch on her hair. She smiled slightly, snuggling closer to him and promptly falling asleep.

 

xxx

 

AN: By the way, back when I wrote this fic, some of these now-cliche ideas weren't cliché back then. Of course, now that I'm older I have a different idea of some things when I take up writing again, but I'll keep the original ideas in my older fics in tact, don't worry. Of course, re-editing this has me reading it and trying not to be so judgmental of my own work. There are some spots that make me wince, but I'm actually surprised at the spots I like so much. Odd. A decade can change anyone's outlook I guess.

 

Thanks: Veggie Otaku for pointing out typos and Jeck for other errors.

 

Japanese:

-san - honorific, similar to Mr. or Mrs. but not exactly. You use it for acquaintances a lot of the time, people you aren't exactly familiar with, or Okaasan, which is Mother, etc. Just a more formal version of a name sometimes as well.

 

Lovies!