Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Saiyajin's Heart ❯ Chapter Three: Nightmares ( Chapter 3 )

A Saiyajin's Heart
Chapter Three: Nightmares

By Selenity Jade
Rated: M

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z!

 

Beta: Mia Skywalker and Lynz. Thanks guys.

 

Pairing: Buruma/Vejiita

 

AN: Updated 03/03/08. Just minor corrections since I have to upload this on sites I never did before... for some bizarre reason.

 

xxx

 

Buruma awoke as she was flung away from the Saiyajin no Ouji. She winced as her head started to pound. She quickly glanced around, noticing it was still night. Blinking in confusion, she glanced over to see Vejiita still asleep beside her. He was scowling fiercely and muttering in a soft, almost guttural language that she couldn't quite make out. Must be Saiyago. He was whimpering softly, tears spilling down his cheeks, and obviously in the throes of a nightmare.

 

She moved over to him, gently wiping his tears, trying to soothe the Saiyajin no Ouji. He frowned again, and then his arm shot out, grabbing her shoulders violently. He held her tightly, his shoulders shaking, as he snapped his eyes open, looking around in confusion and a bit of fear. A soft murmur from Buruma caused him to look down at her in his embrace. His arms suddenly constricted, and he buried his head into her soft aqua tresses, rocking her gently. His breaths were still coming out in pants as tears continued to streak from his dark eyes. Buruma could feel him trembling as he held her tightly to his chest, almost as if it was comforting him. She pressed her hand to his hard chest, feeling his strong heart pound thunderously against his rib cage.

 

He mumbled in that language of his again and Buruma felt a twinge of regret. She wanted to know what he was saying and she highly doubted he would ever tell her. Murmuring to him soothingly, she sat in his lap within the circle of his strong arms, surprisingly tight but not painful. He clutched her a little more as a sob escaped his throat, his shaking increasing.

 

Buruma felt her own tears sting her eyes. He was hurting. The proud, heartless Saiyajin no Ouji was crying. Actually weeping. She wished she could take his pain away, take the nightmare away from him. "Shhhh," she whispered softly to him as she ran her hands soothingly over the taut muscles of his arms. She gently caressed his back and his neck as she whispered soothingly to him. It was the only thing she could do for him.

 

She jumped when she felt his lips suddenly press against the back of her neck, kissing her softly. He trailed those soft lips over the back of her neck, alternating between nipping and kissing, a soft purr coming from his throat. He was still shaking and panting against her, but he was nibbling sensually across her jawbone.

 

She gasped suddenly as she felt his hand slide up her side to the underside of her breasts, his mouth moving to her throat and then suddenly capturing her lips with such powerful hunger, she was unsure of how to respond. It was raw need and nothing she had felt before rivaled that single kiss.

 

She found herself suddenly pinned beneath his larger body, his knees between her bare legs and his lips moving back over her jaw again. His hands trailed over her creamy flesh and she soon found herself naked before him as he ripped off her undergarments. His shirt followed next as he continued to run his large hands up and over her full breasts, causing a moan to escape from the woman below him.

 

He suddenly paused, before kissing her neck once more and then rolling off her and onto his back. She watched him scowl up at the ceiling, his breathing still coming out in soft pants, and his rugged face still covered in tears. She reached out a hand to his face, wincing slightly as he flinched from her touch.

 

"Go to sleep," he told her gruffly.

 

"Vejiita-"

 

"Go to sleep," he repeated, suddenly grabbing her and lying on his side, spooning up behind her. "Sleep," he ordered again as he buried his head into her hair, his embrace tightening around her. He was still trembling violently, his breathing still harsh. He whispered again in that odd guttural language and he suddenly drifted off.

 

Buruma sighed, her own thoughts troubled. She didn't understand what could possibly have caused the proud, arrogant, unfeeling Saiyajin no Ouji to cry in his sleep. What could have caused this warrior to sob into her hair, to seek comfort with her? What had the nightmare been that caused Vejiita to let go of his pride, if only for a few moments?

 

xxx

 

Vejiita snapped his eyes open. Gazing around in confusion, he scowled around the semi-familiar room. Where the hell am I? He moved slightly, finding his arms filled with the beautiful - and loud - female he lived with. Shit.

 

He suddenly remembered his nightmare, his tears, and his damn weakness. He had to have a nightmare when he was with her! The stupid planet was making him soft. It was making him act like a weakling! He cursed himself silently for a few minutes. To add to his shame, he had woken up and thrown himself at her. Sobbing into her hair, clutching her like a drowning man, and then he had to kiss her. Kiss her and try to seduce her! What was I thinking? She had been drunk last night, and he had almost taken advantage of that just for his damn sudden need for comfort, her comfort. He supposed he should have been glad he had come to his senses before taking her.

I fucking cried like a brat. Damning dreams in general, he glared down at the slumbering female. She had seen him in his weakness. In his need. She had seen him and he had held her as he cried. And she had almost allowed him to mate with her. She had been drunk, but she hadn't turned him away. And she hadn't laughed. She hadn't laughed at him. He briefly thought of destroying her, therefore destroying both the evidence of his tears and the source of his new weakness, but quickly realized he wouldn't. I am getting soft. I cannot even kill a weak, human female!

 

Buruma moaned softly, opening her eyes and then suddenly snapping them shut again. "Damn sun," she whispered softly in pain.

 

"Finally awake, I see," he growled, releasing her and pulling away from her naked flesh. She looked at him in confusion a moment before blushing. He cursed silently again. He had hoped she wouldn't remember the night before. No such luck.

 

"Sorry, 'Jiita," she murmured to him, covering herself with the sheet.

 

"I thought I would get rid of that stupid name after you sobered," he growled.

 

She smirked impishly at him. He snorted at her and moved towards the door, grabbing his discarded t-shirt on his way.

 

"Jiita?" she called softly.

 

He glanced at her with a scowl on his face.

 

"I want to know something, if you don't mind."

 

"Hn."

 

"What were you saying last night? You were mumbling in Saiyago, I assume."

 

He looked thoughtful for a moment, before a thunderous scowl appeared. "It does not matter," he snarled, turning to leave again.

 

"Please?"

 

He glared at her for a moment before finally shrugging. Might as well. She has already seen me cry. What could be worse? "I was saying, 'Leave me alone. Please, leave me alone.'"

 

She blinked. "Really?"

 

He turned away from her and opened the door. "Yes," he confirmed before disappearing through it.

 

xxx

 

Stretching, Buruma yawned sleepily. After Vejiita had left, she'd decided to try and sleep her hangover away. Unfortunately, it hadn't worked. Sighing, she padded softly over to her bathroom. She turned on the water as hot as she could stand it before entering the shower.

 

Vejiita confused the hell out of her. He'd had a nightmare bad enough to make him cry. Which wasn't that weird, she supposed. He'd had a seriously rough life and she could understand that. But she had never thought she would actually be witness to it. Let alone be the person he had sought out for comfort. And then he had put the moves on her too, which confused her even more. She had never let Yamucha sleep with her, not even when she had been drunk and yet she would have let Vejiita. She would have slept with a Saiyajin who'd once threatened her entire planet, but she wouldn't sleep with one of the good guys? Was she completely daft?

 

She wanted to believe it had been the alcohol, but knew she'd only be lying to herself. The way he had kissed her, the way he had nibbled on her neck, and the way his large, soft hands had moved over her flesh, aroused her and almost satisfied her in a way she had never thought possible. Washing her blue hair, she continued to daydream about his soft, fevered caresses.

 

She suddenly realized he hadn't woken her to make his breakfast as he usually did. She frowned thoughtfully. He probably didn't want to see her so soon. He'd probably hole himself in the gravity room for a few days. She sighed irritably. Ah, well, what can you do?

 

A loud banging at her bedroom door interrupted her thoughts. Scowling, she quickly rinsed her hair, and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her wet body. "What!" she screamed out the bathroom door.

 

"Onna! Open the door!" a familiar gruff voice ordered. He's not going to hide? Wonders.

 

"I'm busy!" she snapped.

 

"Now!" he barked angrily.

 

Sighing irritably, she figured that if she didn't open the door, he'd end up blasting it or something. "Can't you wait, Vejiita! I'm in the middle of a shower here!"

 

"Now," he growled fiercely.

 

Cursing under her breath, she walked over to the bedroom door and cracked it open just enough to peek out. "What is so important!" she hissed.

 

He glared at her, frowning. "What the fuck is this?" he snarled in disgust before holding up what appeared to be a magazine of some sort. He held it out away from his body by the corner of a page as if it were going to bite him. Looking closer, she narrowed her eyes, realizing there was a naked man on the cover.

 

She burst out laughing. "Where did you get that?"

 

He scowled. "Kitchen."

 

She started to laugh harder, and opened the door wider to take it from the disgusted Saiyajin no Ouji. "It's my mother's, Vejiita. It's called pornography."

 

"It is disgusting. Mating should be private," he snarled with a shudder.

 

Buruma's eyes leaked tears as she continued to giggle at the disgusted Saiyajin. She gasped for breath, but every time she glanced at Vejiita's scowl, she started all over again. "Some people, like my mother, like to see it," she explained through her giggles.

 

"What is the point in this pornography?" he asked looking warily at the magazine he passed over to her.

 

She threw the magazine on the small table beside the door and opened it for him to enter. He hesitated slightly before walking in and Buruma shut the door behind him. He leaned against it, his arms crossed, waiting for an answer. "Turn around, I need to get dressed," she ordered.

 

He snorted, but did as he was told and faced away. "Well?"

 

"You know Kame-sennin, yes?" At his nod, she continued, "He likes to look at naked women, lots of them. It gets him off," she tried to explain as she drew on some under clothes.

 

"Gets him off?"

 

She sighed. Explaining things to people who are from a different planet is a little difficult. "Okay, I guess I have to be blunt. People get porn because they get aroused and like to masturbate to them."

 

He grunted softly in confusion. "Masturbate?"

 

"You learned this language for your mission, didn't you? I suppose you learned what was relevant and left out what wasn't?"

 

"Hn."

 

"Okay. It's to get them wanting to have sex, understand?" He nodded. "Then they use their hands to get that pleasure that sex gets them, when they are alone, get it?"

 

He rolled his eyes. "Earthlings are demented. That is acceptable between mates, and when you have no other option, but to purposely look at other pairs mating to do it is disgusting!"

 

She looked at his back curiously. "Oh, you can look now. I'm dressed." Vejiita turned around, glancing quickly at the casually dressed woman before returning to his original position against the door. "We aren't demented, 'Jiita," she said, smirking when the Saiyajin growled at the nickname. "Do you ever do it?"

 

He snorted at her. "As if I will ever answer such a question."

 

"I guess that's a yes."

 

He glared at her.

 

"Have you ever considered getting married?" she asked suddenly.

 

He cocked his head at her, confused. "Married?"

 

"You know, like Son-kun and Chichi. Married, as in husband and wife."

 

"Life-mates."

 

"Yes."

 

"Not really," he growled with a snort.

 

"It has never crossed your mind to take a female as a life-mate as you call it?"

 

He shrugged. "Once."

 

"Why didn't you?"

 

"Who would want someone like me, Onna? I know I am gorgeous," he began, smirking at her irritated snort, "but who would want a rogue Saiyajin no Ouji without a planet, without a purpose? Who would want to be life-mated to Furiza's former favorite plaything?"

 

"I'm sure there is some woman out there that would."

 

He rolled his eyes. "I don't want some onna, idiot." He glanced away from her, mumbling something under his breath again. And she had a sneaking suspicion it was in Saiyago again.

 

"What was that?"

 

"I said I want someone who is worthy of me. Who will not fear me. Who will not stand down just because I could destroy them with a mere thought. I do not want just some onna."

 

"Oh. Well, you don't exactly look like you're searching for one."

 

He growled. "Of course not!"

 

"Why?"

 

Blinking, he shot her an odd look. "Because I already found the one I want."

 

She snapped her head around to look at him, confused. "Really?"

 

He nodded, watching her searchingly.

 

"Who?"

 

He didn't answer her right away. "I cannot mate her."

 

"Why not?"

 

"She is too beautiful, too fragile."

 

Blinking, Buruma suddenly had the weird feeling that she was missing something important. "So?"

 

"She is not Saiyajin."

 

"Again, so?"

 

"It is unacceptable for the Saiyajin no Ouji to have a life-mate at all."

 

"Not to bring up a painful subject, Vejiita, but Vejiita-sei is no more."

 

He snorted. "I know."

 

"Okay, what other possible reasons could you have for not surrendering to happiness?" she teased lightly.

 

He shot her a glare, moving over to the large chair beside her desk, sitting down. "You ask too many questions," he stated grumpily. "Besides, I wouldn't know happiness if it came up and bit me on the ass."

 

She glanced at him sadly. "I'm sorry."

 

"How the hell did we get talking about this?" he grumbled under his breath. "She might not want me."

 

She cocked her head at him. "She might. You never know until you ask."

 

"I am... reluctant about doing so."

 

She blinked. Vejiita is afraid! Of a female? "Because you're afraid she'll reject you. You care for her."

 

He glared at her. "Yes."

 

"That's sweet," she told him softly.

 

"That is not sweet!" he snapped. "I did not want this! I did not want to care, or worry, or feel things like this. I did not want a damn weakness! I do not want a fucking mate. I do not want to be stuck on one damn planet the rest of my fucked up pathetic life with a weak female. It would ruin everything I have strove for my entire life!"

 

"You fell for her without even wanting to," she stated in awe.

 

He scowled. "I did not fall for her. She is not even a goddamn warrior!" he growled irritably.

 

"She isn't? I figured you Saiyajin would get your jollies off female fighters."

 

He frowned. "Normally we find strong females pleasing. Somehow, that apparently does not matter in this case. Are there any more ridiculous questions?"

 

"Yes. Who is it?" she asked.

 

He shot her a glare. "Never mind."

 

"Please?" she pleaded.

 

"No!" he barked.

 

She flinched and looked down. "I'm sorry you found my mother's magazine."

 

Vejiita watched her from across the room, cursing softly under his breath when she refused to look at him again. He rose from his chair and padded softly over to her. He stood in front of her silently for a moment before placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look at him. "You seriously try my patience," he said softly and then suddenly brushed his lips over hers, and before she could react he was across the room, a fierce scowl on his face.

 

Her eyes widened slightly. Could it be me? Shaking her head mentally, she cleared her throat, deciding from the look on his face that it would be best to change the subject. "Vejiita?"

 

"Hn."

 

"Want to go do something today?"

 

"I have to train, Onna."

 

She glared at him. "You're not training now."

 

"I was getting lunch when I found that disgusting thing on the table. I wanted to know what the hell it was."

 

Standing up, Buruma put her hands on her shapely hips. She glanced at the Saiyajin in his training gear: his black spandex-like suit and a light Saiyajin-type armor over top of it. It was torn in places and she could easily see some scratches and cuts that were still bleeding. "Shower and dress in jeans or something."

 

"Do not order me around, Onna," he growled.

 

"Just do it, Vejiita. You and I are going out to have some fun."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because I want to and you are definitely too tense. Maybe a day outside of the gravity room, actually having fun, will mellow you out a bit. Besides, I'm off today. I need company."

 

"Why not bother your weakling friends with keeping you company?"

 

"Because I want you to come with me."

 

He snorted. "Where are we going?"

 

"I was thinking we'd go shopping," she began only to crack up laughing at Vejiita's horror-filled gaze. "I'm kidding, Vejiita! I know you hate shopping. How about I treat you to lunch and then we'll go to the amusement park that just opened."

 

"Amusement park?"

 

"I don't know if you'll like it, but it's something, no? I don't know what a Saiyajin does for fun."

 

"Fight, of course."

 

"Go shower, idiot!" she barked at him.

 

"Hn," he grunted and left, leaving a smiling Buruma standing in the middle of her room. Will wonders never cease? I actually got Vejiita to agree to go out with me. Amazing.

 

xxx

 

Buruma paced in front of the stairs waiting for the Saiyajin no Ouji to appear. She wore a pair of jeans that hugged her hips like a second skin, and a tight white tank top. Her hair was pulled into a long ponytail. Where is he? Damn him. He takes longer to get ready than I do! She sighed impatiently.

 

She was almost positive the female that Vejiita wanted was herself, but she couldn't just ask him. She wasn't exactly sure what emotion she had felt when she had thought it just might be her that he wanted. Flattered, even a bit joyful, but... she was scared, too. Maybe it was because she knew he'd never be very open or affectionate, and it would definitely be a hard relationship to live with. Besides, she could be wrong. He did talk about the female with her, and why would he do that if she were the one?

 

Vejiita walked softly down the stairs, blinking as he saw the female before him. She wore clothing that left very little to the imagination. Every step she made as she paced made him want to pant. He repressed the urge to yell at her to put some clothes on, but that would just prove he was paying attention to what she was wearing. "Onna, stop pacing," he growled irritably.

 

She whirled around in surprise and glared at him. He saw her eye him and smirked. He was wearing a pair of well-fitting jeans and a navy blue tank top, which had the added advantage of showing off his arms. "You took long enough, Vejiita," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest in an imitation of him.

 

His smirk widened. "I know."

 

Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her capsules and her purse. "Want anything specific for lunch?"

 

"Food."

 

"Um, duh," she said sarcastically. "Italian?" He shrugged and she glared at him. "Fine. Italian it is, then. Let me grab the air-car and we'll go."

 

"No. I do not like that thing. I like your driving even less. We'll fly."

 

She rolled her eyes again. "Vejiita, you'd have to carry me if we flew," she remarked dryly. "Besides, I dislike heights."

 

"Stupid Onna. I would not take you flying only to kill you."

 

"I know."

 

"Scared?"

 

"Damn straight! I'll drive slower than normal, okay?"

 

"Feh. Fine," he snapped, walking out the door, leaving her to follow him. She grabbed her keys and rushed out the door after the impatient Saiyajin, making sure to set the alarm and lock up. She flipped open the capsule case and picked out number 115, clicking it and throwing it in the driveway. After the smoke cleared, she walked over and got in. Vejiita eyed the plane a little warily before getting in beside her. "I hate these things."

 

She snorted, started up the plane, and took off. The entire fifteen-minute flight was spent in comfortable silence and Buruma made sure to pilot it slower and more carefully than she usually did. She knew Vejiita didn't like traveling in them, probably because he didn't like not being in control. Not that it would hurt him if she got into an accident, but she decided to not tease him about it. She doubted he'd ever learn to operate one because flying under his own power took less time and it was a mode of travel he enjoyed more.

 

Pulling up to her favorite Italian restaurant, Buruma turned off the engine and got out. She led the way into the crowded diner, waiting patiently for their table. She glanced at Vejiita, watching him stare around them. It wasn't often that he got out of Capsule Corporation, and it always seemed to amaze and disgust him at the same time. "Vejiita, stop glaring at people," she told him softly.

 

He snorted. "They are staring at us," he stated annoyed. "I do not look all that different from you humans, as much as I hate it, so why do they persist in staring at us like that?"

 

"The women are ogling you and the men are glaring at you. Quite simple, Vejiita. You're a good-looking man. And vice versa for me. I'm a gorgeous woman, you realize," she teased with a wink.

 

"Hn."

 

"Miss Briefs? Your table is ready," a young man with dirty blond hair stated, leading them towards a table in the back. Both followed after him, sitting across from each other comfortably at the corner booth.

 

Buruma picked up the menu, and proceeded to look it over before she caught Vejiita glaring at the one in front of him. "What?" she asked.

 

"It is in Italian," he growled.

 

"Sorry, I forgot you can't read it," she said, reaching for the menu, but his glare cut her off.

 

"I can read Italian, idiot. I know enough to get by. I know every damn language this stupid planet has. Although, why you humans have hundreds will forever amaze me. I am more proficient in Japanese."

 

"Every language?"

 

"Yes. Every one. I just do not know enough Italian to read this," he snapped.

 

She stared at him in shock. "I'll order for you," she murmured. "How long did it take you to learn all of it?"

 

"It was programmed into my head during my trip here, Onna."

 

"Wow," she muttered in awe. "Your partner knew them all, too?"

 

Vejiita snorted. "No. Nappa was brute strength. Normally, we did not do that; we simply destroyed the planet. I insisted I learn everything about a planet I was ordered to purge, destroy, or conquer, and because of my royal blood, and because Furiza favored me, I was indulged in that oddity."

 

"Why?"

 

"Every planet I came across might have something of use for me there. I was always focused on achieving my destiny or my revenge on Furiza. I did not want to lose anything that would help me do that. Besides, did I not tell you I have a photographic memory?"

 

"Yes."

 

"The side effect of that is I like to learn. I like to know everything that is going on. Besides, I did not want to run into any nasty surprises on a planet that could hamper my mission."

 

"Oh." She was a bit surprised. Vejiita was smarter than she had given him credit for.

 

The waiter came back at that moment and took their order from Buruma. The man gave them an odd look, but didn't question the huge amount she had ordered. The things I put up with going into public with a Saiyajin.

 

"Buruma-san!" an excited voice called from across the crowded room. She looked up to see a tall, dark-haired man walking towards their table. She grinned, pleasantly surprised.

 

"Keiichi-san!" she exclaimed, standing up to hug the man when he reached her. "It's been too long!"

 

"Way too long, Buruma," he said happily, returning her hug.

 

A growl interrupted the happy reunion, and Buruma glanced over to see Vejiita standing beside them, a deadly glare on his face directed at the man hugging her. She released her friend and smiled. "Kei-kun, I'd like you to meet Vejiita." She turned to the Saiyajin and glared a warning to him. She noticed his fists clench tightly at his sides. "Vejiita, this is a dear friend of mine from my college days, Keiichi."

 

"Nice to meet you, Vejiita-san," Keiichi greeted with a bow. Vejiita scoffed and sat back down, still glowering at the tall man.

 

"Don't worry about him, Kei-kun; he's always like that."

 

"People or guys who hug his girlfriend?" the tall man teasingly asked with a wink.

 

Buruma nearly choked. "He's a friend! And yes, he acts like that to everyone. Want to join us?" she asked, ignoring Vejiita's warning growl.

 

"I don't think he wants me to stay, Bur-chan. Don't worry about it. What happened to Yamucha? You two have been together for ages."

 

"We broke up recently," she told him softly.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bur-chan," he said sympathetically.

 

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine," she told him. "Still the bachelor?"

 

He laughed. "Of course, no woman has tamed me yet," he gloated, ignoring Vejiita's rude snort.

 

She giggled at him. "You are still the same."

 

"I know, but you'll always be my little Bur-chan, eh?" he asked flirtatiously, earning another angry growl from the Saiyajin no Ouji.

 

"Yes. We had such fun, didn't we?" she asked wistfully.

 

"That we did. Blowing up the science lab once a week and the parties! Gods, I miss the parties. I think I miss those more than anything else."

 

"I bet, you flirt."

 

"Well, it was nice seeing you again, my dear, but I must head off. My lady friend is waiting for me and I can feel her glare from here. Nice to meet you again, Vejiita-san," he said, bowing again to the angry Saiyajin before turning back to the grinning Buruma. "You look lovely as always, Buruma," he told her, kissing her cheek. He then turned around and walked towards a lovely blonde who was glaring over at the blue-haired genius.

 

"Vejiita, that wasn't nice."

 

He just snorted.

 

xxx

 

AN: (shudders) So many parts in this fic still make me wince.

 

Thanks: Veggie Otaku for pointing out my typos.

 

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