Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Saiyajin's Heart ❯ Chapter Four: Hormones (Lemonish) ( Chapter 4 )

A Saiyajin's Heart
Chapter Four: Hormones

By Selenity Jade

Rated: X/NC17

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Beta: W-chan - Thank you, dear.

 

Pairing: Buruma/Vejiita

 

AN: Did a two-chapter edit on this one chapter. One for non-adult sites... or rather one for FFnet, and one for the rest of my sites on 03/03/08.

 

Warning: No, the sex scene isn't what you all wanted, keep that in mind when you read this chapter.

 

xxx

 

Buruma laughed. "Jiita, I do believe you had fun!" she teased as she entered her password into the panel beside the front door.

 

He snorted and smirked. "It was passable."

 

She laughed and opened the door, flipping on the lights as she entered. "You had fun. It wouldn't kill you to admit it."

 

"Yes, it probably would," he remarked dryly.

 

Buruma blinked at him. "You just made a joke," she said amazed.

 

He scowled at her. "I did not."

 

She snorted. Glancing at the clock, she was surprised to note it was almost midnight. "It's late," she commented in surprise.

 

"You are the master of stating the obvious, as always."

 

"Shove it, Vejiita," she snapped back and walked over to the couch to collapse on it. "Shit, I was supposed to call Chichi today." She yawned. "I think bed might be a better idea, though."

 

Vejiita snorted and sat down beside her. "Pathetic Onna," he sneered.

 

She laughed. "You've got to admit that it was semi-exhausting."

 

"I will do nothing of the sort."

 

"Whatever," she commented with a small stretch. "Thanks for coming with me today, Vejiita," she said sleepily.

 

He grunted. "Go to bed, Onna."

 

"I would except I'm too tired to move." She reached behind herself and grabbed the throw blanket. Pulling it over her, she curled up into the couch. "Besides, this is relaxing." She stretched up and grasped the remote, clicking on the television. "You can share my blanket with me if you want," she offered.

 

Vejiita looked at her as if she had lost her mind. "I do not need your blanket, Onna. I am not a weakling," he stated arrogantly.

 

"Pah! It's comfortable. Here." She moved closer to him and placed half the blanket over him, curling into the couch again. "You're too proud."

 

He grunted but didn't remove her blanket. She turned toward the television, but kept glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun. She had to admit the arrogant prince was a blast to have around sometimes. He had even relaxed enough at the amusement park to laugh once or twice. Of course she hadn't found it as funny as he had, but then again, she'd been too busy screaming her head off. Damn roller coasters.

 

He was quite attractive, she decided. It'd be nice to see what he's like as a lover, or, in his words, a mate. She sighed. Great, now I'll be fantasizing about him. She then closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift into sleep.

 

xxx

 

Vejiita glanced down at the blue-haired minx beside him and nearly sighed. She was seriously starting to get inside him and he had never wanted that. He never wanted friends or people caring about him. He never wanted to take a mate. He wanted to fight. To fight, destroy, conquer. He wanted to rule this planet - and every other one - and be the strongest being in the universe. Now this poor slip of a human female had gotten inside of him. She somehow made him care about her. Not that he would ever tell her that, of course. He didn't even know how to express it well enough anyway.

 

He even found himself comfortable in her presence. Comfortable. Vejiita couldn't even remember a time he had been comfortable before. His entire life had been a long blur of pain, torture, rage, and murders. He had never known any other emotion except rage and hatred. He'd never felt any pain other than wounds of his pride and of his body. Yet, this one weak Onna had entered his dead heart where no one had ever ventured. Hell, no one had even wanted to attempt it. And she didn't even try! Many females he'd crossed paths with have tried to capture his attention and he had never taken more than a disgusted glance at them. He had never noticed the female species as anything other than weaklings to kill. Or to calm his hormones on the rare occasions he had needed it.

 

His first acquaintance with such fierce attraction had been with this little blue-haired female on Namek. Some stupid leave of intelligence had him admitting aloud that she was gorgeous! He'd had no idea that little slip of his senses would lead into a deeper attraction. He hadn't even thought he'd see her again. Damn her! First, her body tempted him mercilessly since Namek, and then after being brought back to life, he had found himself staying with her for a while. He had found himself attracted to her fiery temper. She was so Saiyajin-like and not at the same time. Even then, her flushed cheeks and snapping eyes had bewitched him.

 

After Kakarotto decided not to return to Earth, he had gone in search of him; a part of the reason was his desire to escape the beautiful blue-haired vixen that had haunted his thoughts and even his dreams. Even in space, he had never been free of her. She had always lurked in the back of his mind, popping up at the worst times. He had cursed her memory every day.

 

When he'd returned, he had realized another aspect of the Onna he had learned to find irresistible: her wit. Her intelligence when flinging insults at him. She was a complete goddess. Her stubborn pride, her beauty, her intelligence, her fiery temper, everything had drawn him to her. But it hadn't been as hard to control himself around her. He had been able to go on, believing she hated him. His lust had been bearable. Then she'd started to care about him. She'd nursed him back to health time after time. She had talked to him as a person, a male, not the murdering slave of Furiza's he really was. She had begun to respect him. His lust had nearly grown too much to repress. Especially now that he found he enjoyed being around her. Now that he had opened himself up to her and even cried into her soft hair, he had found he couldn't remove his feelings. He cared about the weakling. He found himself dreaming of ripping off her clothes and taking her over and over again until she screamed his name and her voice gave out on her.

 

That's what it all came down to now. He wanted to mate her. He wanted her. If he were human, he might have thought he were half in love with her. He supposed he might be, if these emotions he felt were love. He was telling her the truth when he had told her why he hadn't taken a mate. He'd only left out whom his interest was, although he had given her enough hints. Who knew she could be so dense? Right now the only thing holding him back was his damn pride. And, he had to admit to himself, his fear of bonding her. He wasn't sure if it was possible to bond with a human, but he didn't really want to take chances. Vejiita didn't fear much, but someone knowing him inside and out scared the hell out of him.

 

He tensed as the female's head fell onto his shoulder. The idiot didn't even know what she was doing to him. He was in a perpetual state of half-arousal and had been like that for months. It became even worse whenever she was near him. The entire trip to the amusement park had nearly broken his resolve. He had almost taken her many times. He supposed it was fortunate his control was almost unshakable. Unfortunately, she seemed to be the only one able to snap that control.

 

He growled softly and glared at the offending apart of his anatomy that even now was rising. Her damn presence, even asleep, caused him to ache with longing. Damn her! Damn it! He nearly jumped when the blue-haired minx snuggled into his side, still slumbering. He closed his eyes, trying to get some measure of control. Couldn't she have been completely repulsive? Why did she have to torture him so?

 

She murmured faintly in her sleep, her soft words unintelligible even to his Saiyajin hearing. He stifled a groan. Couldn't she have gone to bed? He quickly decided he had to get out of there, before he forced himself on her or something. He moved away from her slightly, but it only caused the sleeping Onna to fall into his lap. He held back a moan.

 

"Onna!" he hissed. She mumbled and nuzzled into his lap, brushing against his arousal. The woman was trying his control even sleeping. He quickly gathered her slender body in his arms and stood up. He carried her into her room and gently set her in her bed. He watched her a few moments before turning and walking out of the room. Entering his room, right next to hers, he sighed in relief. He glared as his rebellious appendage in disgust. "You have to get excited over a weak human woman?" he accused aloud in his home language.

 

He decided a quick cold - very cold - shower was in order. He stripped off his clothes on his way to his bathroom. Turning on the cold water he let it run a few seconds before getting in, suppressing a shiver as the freezing water hit his overheating body. However, he quickly noticed it wasn't helping. He was still painfully aroused. He cursed. Damn it! Why couldn't he just take her? Cursing his uncontrollable lust for the fragile Onna, he turned the warmer water on. If the cold shower wasn't helping, why prolong the torture?

 

He quickly cleaned himself and got out, flaring his ki to dry quickly. He pulled on a pair of black boxers, brushed his unruly hair and walked into his bedroom. He stared at the damn bed in disgust. Now he had to sleep alone and he knew his dreams would be haunted by her. If he could fall asleep as aroused as he was. As he could see it, he had four choices open to him. Attempt to sleep, which was going to be damn near impossible, and when he did, dream about her. Go into the gravity room and train until he was exhausted, although training in his current state, he had found out, was quite dangerous. That's what had happened last time the damn thing had blown up. He could, he grimaced, satisfy himself. Or he could just go into the next room and take her. He knew sleeping was useless, as was training. That left the last two choices. Which would damage his pride more, lowering himself to seduce her or satisfying himself?

 

Damn it! Crawling into bed, he cursed. "Coward," he accused himself. He just didn't know if he could handle her rejection. He grimaced and closed his eyes. He reached into his boxers and grabbed himself. He shivered as he came into contact with it, half surprised at the sudden surge of pleasure that coursed through him. The damn woman brought him to this. And he couldn't even hate her for it.

 

He stroked himself roughly, stifling his moans. He quickly got himself off, biting his lip to keep from voicing his pleasure aloud and he erupted with a quick thrust of his hips.

 

As he breathing slowed, he glared at his hand. This was disgusting. It was wrong, fucking his hand because he was too cowardly to take her as his mate. How the mighty have fallen.

 

xxx

 

Buruma stretched cat-like as she woke. She smiled as she opened her eyes and slowly got out of bed. She already felt absolutely wonderful. She'd even had a great time last night with the Prince of Assholes, amazingly enough. Hell, I even got him to curl up with me on the couch. She smiled at the last thought. She moved into the bathroom for her morning shower but suddenly stopped. I don't remember going to my room. She looked back at the bed in confusion. Did he carry me up here? She grinned. He never ceases to amaze me. She then quickly took a shower, dressed, and made her way down for breakfast.

 

As she entered the kitchen, she paused as she saw Vejiita sitting at the table with a coffee cup in his hand, and staring at the wall, his usual scowl present as always. She cocked her head at him, regarding his profile. He is absolutely god-like when he sits like that. So still, almost serene if it weren't for the thunderous scowl on his face. She nearly laughed at her own thoughts. Vejiita serene? Never. "Good morning, Vejiita," she greeted the handsome Saiyajin as she moved into the kitchen. A small grunt was her only answer as he continued to stare into his cup. "Bad night?"

 

He shrugged and took a sip of his drink. She leaned against the counter as she watched him eye the mug in his hands. "I know your coffee is interesting and all, Vejiita, but you could be polite and have a conversation with me," she commented dryly. He shrugged again and didn't look up. "Is something wrong?"

 

"Stop talking to me, Onna. Your voice is more irritating in the mornings."

 

She gaped at him. Whoa, look who woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. She walked over to him, kneeling beside his chair, and looked up at him. He ignored her and continued to stare into his beverage. "Vejiita no Ouji, what the hell is bothering you?" she demanded.

 

He glanced at her in surprise, his eyes wide. She noticed his eyes were a little red this morning, as if he didn't sleep well. He looked away. "Go away. It is nothing to concern yourself over."

 

She sighed. "Please, Vejiita? I'm really worried about you."

 

"I am fine," he grumbled irritably.

 

"No, I don't think you are. It'll make you feel better to talk about."

 

He snorted.

 

"Please?" she asked, setting a small hand on his leg.

 

He glanced down at her hand but made no motion to move it. "Just leave me alone," he whispered gruffly.

 

"No."

 

He slumped his shoulders in defeat. "Fine," he said. "I could not sleep."

 

"Why?"

 

Vejiita stood up and her hand fell away. He stalked out of the kitchen. Buruma watched him in confusion. What the hell? She shrugged a little and moved towards the phone. It was time to call Chichi.

 

xxx

 

Buruma staggered into the house completely exhausted. Who knew training could be so tiring? Even her hair hurt! She lumbered up the stairs slowly, in desperate need of a nice long soak in the bathtub. She and Chichi had been training today, as they had been doing every day for the past six months, and Buruma actually felt proud that she could keep up with her friend now. Hell, she could even float and throw some very tiny ki blasts. Her aim needed a little work though. She pulled herself to her door and opened it.

 

"Where were you?" Vejiita snarled angrily.

 

She turned to look at the Saiyajin no Ouji standing outside his door beside her. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, his arms crossed over his chest, his usual scowl in place on his handsome face. "Out, 'Jiita," she slurred in her exhaustion.

 

He snorted. "Where?"

 

"Can we do this later? I'm exhausted and I really want a bath."

 

He looked her over, noticing her clothing choice. His eyebrow rose as he took in her spandex outfit, nicely torn in a few places, exposing a few scratches and bruises. Her face was smudged with dirt, a nasty gash over one eye. "I want to know what you were doing, Onna. This disappearing act of yours has been going on for months now. Who the hell beat on you?"

 

She blinked. "What?"

 

"I want to know who the fuck beat on you!"

 

She looked at him curiously. "I'm okay, Vejiita."

 

He glared at her and grabbed her shoulders, only to have her avoid him skillfully and disappear in her room, slamming the door shut in his face.

 

Buruma giggled and moved towards her bathroom. Her door crashed open and a very irate Saiyajin stood beyond it, his fists clenched at his sides, his ki level skyrocketing. She smirked at him. "Vejiita, calm down."

 

He growled and advanced on her. "Who the fuck touched you!?"

 

Her eyes widened in surprise. He's worried about me! "I'm-"

 

"Damn it, Onna! I am tired of you coming home at all hours of the night after being gone for most of the day and looking like you had been rolling in the dirt! Someone hurt you and I want to know whom! You are fucking bleeding!"

 

She smiled at the Saiyajin. "Vejiita, it's okay! I've just been busy is all and—"

 

He seemed to disappear then appeared in front of her, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders. "What the fuck happened to you?" he growled.

 

She winced at his strong grip fell on a wound and felt his grip lessen fractionally. "For the last time, I'm fine!"

 

"I did not ask if you were okay; I can see that, idiot! I asked who the fuck beat on you!"

 

She sighed. She supposed her secret was out. Oh, well. She grinned at him and twisted out of his grasp and backed against a wall. "You really want to know, Vejiita?" she asked sweetly.

 

He grunted as he eyed her suspiciously.

 

She reached out a hand and formed a quick, if a bit small, ki ball and threw it at the floored Saiyajin. His mouth hung open, but he effortlessly absorbed the blast, as she had known he would. She could throw ki, but it wasn't all that powerful. "I've been training, Vejiita! I was sparring today. That's what happened. No one is supposed to know, so I appreciate it if you'd keep this to yourself."

 

He gaped at her for a few more seconds before shutting his mouth quickly. "How the hell did I miss this!?" he demanded irritably. "Who the fuck would be stupid enough to train you to use ki?"

 

She smirked at the warrior. "Chichi."

 

He blinked. "Kakarotto's worthless mate?"

 

She nodded. "Now, can I please take a long bath?"

 

He scowled and walked over to her. He picked her up, gently throwing her over his shoulder and walked out of the room. He ignored her screeching and strolled into his room. He deposited her roughly on the bed and reached into his nightstand, grabbing a semi-large box. Buruma watched him in confusion as he opened the box and nearly gaped at him when she saw his version of a first-aid kit. He grabbed a small capsule out of the box and roughly pulled off her clothing, leaving her in her underwear. He opened the capsule and started to treat each of her cuts, surprisingly gently in his ministrations. She watched him silently; confused as to why he was doctoring her minor hurts. "What are you-?"

 

"You are a complete idiot, Onna," he grumbled and reached into the box, grabbing a cream of some sort and motioned her to lie on the bed. She did as she was told and laid down on her back, watching Vejiita rub the cream onto her arms. "This will help heal the bruises and relax muscles," he told her gruffly.

 

"Why am I an idiot?"

 

"For training!" he grumbled.

 

"How is that idiotic? Chichi and I decided it'd be something to do and although we can't help you men with your fighting, we can become stronger!" Buruma giggled. "Chichi decided to get back into fighting to impress Goku again. She was a fighter once."

 

He arched an eyebrow. Grunting, he moved to apply the cream to her bare legs, his soft hands surprisingly gentle. "You are an idiot because if you wanted to train, you should have asked me to train you!"

 

She blinked. "Say what?"

 

"You heard me." He moved his hands up to her thighs, ignoring Buruma's intake of breath. He quickly finished her legs and moved onto her stomach, his face expressionless. His eyes never trailed from where he put his hands and Buruma was beginning to wonder if the Saiyajin no Ouji was completely blind. Any other man would have been drooling to put lotion on her as undressed as she was. Vejiita was calm and acted as though her almost nakedness didn't affect him in the least.

 

"You would have trained me?" she asked.

 

He grunted as he moved over her chest. His hands were carefully avoiding her breasts, she noted. "If it meant I could pound you, hell yes."

 

She smirked at him. "It would figure that you'd say that!"

 

He returned her smirk with one of his own and moved over her shoulders and neck. "Well, for one, you could get seriously hurt if you do not train properly-"

 

"Like you do all the time?" she teased.

 

He grunted and nodded. "I suppose so. But you are only human, Onna. You should not let that bitch of Kakarotto's beat you like that!"

 

She blinked. "Well, I'm sure I gave as well as I got. She and I were pretty evenly matched. Which, by the way, I'm proud of; she's been training for years before her marriage to Goku. I figured it'd take forever to catch up to her."

 

Growling, Vejiita flipped her over and rubbed more of the cream on her bare back. "You are training with me tomorrow," he told her gruffly.

 

"I'm training with Chichi, Vejiita. I can't just abandon her to train with you! Besides, training me will slow down your own training," she pointed out.

 

He scowled. "You will train with me tomorrow morning at six. You can skip one day with her. Do not tell her you are training with me. It will not slow me down too much."

 

"Why?"

 

"Why what?" he snapped irritably.

 

"Why are you insisting on training me?"

 

He grunted. "It is my own business, Onna." He finished her back and put away the cream, noticing her slight yawn. "Go to sleep," he ordered.

 

"First, who trains me is my business! Secondly, I'm in your bed so I need to move into my room. But Kami, I don't want to move!" she sighed out and stretched. "Hey! I'm not sore any more!"

 

He grunted and moved covered her in a blanket. "Sleep here," he ordered and turned to leave.

 

"I can't sleep in your bed! I can walk to my own," she told him.

 

He turned to look at her. "Do not worry about it; I will sleep on the couch."

 

"No!" She crawled out of the bed and landed on her rear as her legs gave out. "Ouch!"

 

Vejiita snickered at her from the door.

 

"I must be more relaxed than I thought," she mumbled. "You can shut up now!" She glared at the still laughing Saiyajin.

 

"Get back in the bed."

 

"No! It's your bed and I'm not pushing you out of it!"

 

"What are you going to do? Crawl to your room?"

 

She glowered at him. "You could carry me," she pointed out.

 

He frowned. "Why? You were in a bed."

 

"I refuse to kick you out of your bed!"

 

He stared at her a moment. "Feh." He walked over to her and picked her up, carrying her to her room. He deposited her on her bed and turned to leave. "Six a.m., Onna." Then he was gone.

 

xxx

 

Buruma screamed.

 

"About fucking time, Onna!" a harsh voice snarled angrily.

 

Buruma shivered in her large and very wet bed. The bastard threw water on me! Cold, freezing water! He's so going to get it. She glared at the Saiyajin and stood up. She noticed absently that she was still dressed in nothing but her underclothes, shrugged mentally. She stalked over to the arrogant bastard that had the nerve to dump water on her while she was sleeping and made a surprisingly Saiyajin-like growl in her throat, causing Vejiita to blink in amazement. "You fucking bastard! What the hell possessed you to do that?!" she screamed at him.

 

He watched her stomp towards him, a smirk playing on his lips. "You would not wake up," he stated.

 

"So that gave you the right to give me a freezing shower in my bed?!"

 

He grunted in agreement. "It is a little after six, Onna. Get dressed, grab something to eat quickly and meet me outside the gravity room in fifteen minutes." He quickly exited the room.

 

She glared at the closed door a moment before sighing and got up. She quickly threw on a pair of black spandex shorts, in imitation of the Saiyajin no Ouji, and a tight black spandex tank top, which exposed her midriff. She brushed her hair and pulled it into a ponytail, rushing out of the room to grab a bagel. She wolfed it down, called Chichi to cancel, and proceeded to run out to the gravity room, noticing the Saiyajin was already standing against the large tree outside of it, his arms crossed, looking as bored as ever. "Okay, I'm here."

 

"Finally," he grunted.

 

xxx

 

AN: Vejiita is OOC and I'm aware. He does stay in character sometimes! Be nice. Thanks everybody who reviewed or emailed me on my other fics! You all rule!

 

Thanks: luvyoubraandgoten for remembering this story and wanting it back up.

 

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