Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Saiyajin's Heart ❯ Chapter Five: Revelations ( Chapter 5 )

A Saiyajin's Heart
Chapter Five: Revelations
By Selenity Jade
Rated: M

 

Disclaimer: Toriyama-sama owns DBZ. I am not Toriyama. Therefore, I don't own nor am I making money off of this.

 

Beta: W-chan - Thank you!

 

Pairing: Buruma/Vejiita

 

AN: 03/04/08 edit of stuff while I post this on sites it hadn't been posted before. And as a random side note, after FFnet banned NC17 fics and I had to remove all mine and post it up again edited, my most popular fic is now a Sailor Moon fic, not my DBZ fics. (sigh) And I was known as a BV DBZ fanfic author way back in the day, how sad is that?

 

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Vejiita watched silently as his temporary pupil performed the complex fighting movements fluidly and with more grace than even he could perform. He had to admit, if only to himself, watching her was extremely erotic. Her flawless, creamy skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her full breasts bounced enticingly with each movement. Her hair was slightly disheveled, little tendrils escaping the hold of hair tie, forming an alluring image. Her slender - and pathetic - muscles moved smoothly beneath her perfect skin, her blue orbs closed in concentration, and full lips parted just a hair. He groaned silently. This was definitely a mistake. Watching her like this is absolute torture. I cannot believe I suggested this. I must have been insane!

 

"Enough!" he barked, startling his student, who jumped and swung around to face him. Her face was flushed, breaths coming out in soft pants. He growled at the sudden image of that flushed face beneath him, crying out his name in passion and pushed it away violently.

 

Buruma looked at the dark prince in confusion. "What the hell are you so grouchy about?"

 

He scowled at her. "I am not grouchy. I am hungry. It is time for dinner."

 

She looked at her watch in surprise. Sure enough, it was after seven. Her stomach growled suddenly, surprising her. "Wow. Thanks, 'Jiita."

 

He growled and stalked over to her. "When will that pathetic human pet-name cease to be an amusement to you, Onna?"

 

She shrugged and giggled. "Never. How was I today?"

 

Shrugging, Vejiita walked passed her on his way to the large house he now called home. "Passable." He entered the back door, leaving a gaping Buruma behind.

 

She put her hands on her hips angrily. "The nerve!" She did a fair imitation of Vejiita's famous scowl and followed after him. Her training today had been fairly good, she thought. Vejiita had been hard on her, but not as hard as she feared. She supposed she should be honored that he offered to train her. He didn't willingly train with anyone. Only Goku could coax a sparring match out of him and very rarely at that. She shrugged mentally. They didn't spar; he seemed to want to perfect her technique today. Nothing too serious and she wasn't bruised at all.

 

She entered the kitchen, noticing Vejiita's absence. She shook her head and headed up the stairs to her room. She needed a shower before preparing dinner for them both and then she had to work in her lab. Goku's gravity room was almost done and she wanted to finish it before her friend came over to ask about it. She knew he was excited about it and Goku's strong points didn't include patience.

 

She rid herself of the moist training outfit she had picked out and took a quick shower, happy to feel clean again. She knew she'd be a little sore come tomorrow, she did have quite a workout today after all, but she'd deal with that then. She stepped out and reached over to grab a towel from the rack, only to have her hand come up empty.

 

She blinked and pushed the shower curtain back to find none other than the Saiyajin no Ouji himself standing in her bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall. Clad only in his boxers. She felt the urge to cover her nakedness, but decided to play with the rude Saiyajin as she noticed his gaze roving over her exposed body. If he wanted to intrude on her privacy, then he deserved it.

 

She scowled at him and put her hands on her hips. "What the fuck is so important you couldn't wait until I was out of the shower, Vejiita? I know you like the view, but it's considered rude, you know."

 

His eyes flicked up to her face and he scowled at her triumphant smile.

 

"Kakarotto and his hideous mate are here."

 

She blinked. "Why would they-? Oh, shit," she mumbled. "I forgot."

 

"Forgot what?"

 

She shrugged and walked over to the tall linen closet. "I invited them to dinner yesterday," she answered as she bent over to retrieve a towel.

 

Vejiita sucked in his breath at the sight of her bare, wet, cute little rear positioned so enticingly in front of him. He felt an incredible urge to whimper. Think of something else. Anything else! Cold water. Cold water. Ice. Snow. Furiza naked! Nappa mating. Nappa mating damn it! He growled as his thoughts did nothing to reduce the painful arousal in his boxers. "Why would you willingly spend time with that moron and his pathetic mate?" his voice almost shook and seemed husky to his own ears. Damn her!

 

She swung around and looked at him, confused. She noticed his very obvious arousal and smirked mischievously. She slowly walked up to him, her smirk growing when he backed into the wall. She pressed her very naked body to his semi-bare one. "It seems to me, 'Jiita, you like what you see," she teased.

 

He did his best impression of a rabbit: eyes wide and his body trembling slightly under her touch. She ran her hands down his smooth chest, pausing over his hardened manhood, smiling as she felt the Saiyajin lean into her soft caresses, his eyes shown clearly with horror, terror and lust. She brushed his erection and Vejiita groaned softly, his hips moving towards her on their own accord. She grinned and nipped his nose playfully, backing away as his arms came up to hold her. She walked out of the bathroom, turning once to look at the frozen Saiyajin. She winked and left.

 

He growled and clenched his fists. She wanted to play and damn it, he refused to be baited! He stalked out of the bathroom, passed the dressing woman and out into the hallway. She would regret making him lose control, he decided. Fine! I'll fucking take her as my mate! I'll take her, ravish her, fuck her! Goddamn hormones! Stupid females! Fuck!

 

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Buruma skipped into the large living room, smiling as she greeted her long-time friend and her new training partner. She quickly noticed Goku's slightly disturbed expression and Chichi's abashed one. "Hey, guys. What's with the faces?"

 

"Chichi has been training," Goku commented.

 

"So?" Buruma asked in confusion.

 

Chichi smiled slyly at Buruma. "He's worried I will join the android fight, Buruma. He wants to know who I've been training with and I won't tell him." She giggled.

 

Buruma laughed. "Well, seeing as the secret's out," she drawled. "Son-kun, Chichi's been training with me."

 

Goku gaped at her. "You!"

 

Buruma nodded. "Yes. Is that so hard to believe?"

 

"But you're not a fighter, Buruma!"

 

A snort sounded from the doorway and Buruma looked to find a fully clothed Vejiita standing there, his face set in its usual scowl. "She is now, Kakarotto. Onna, fix dinner," he ordered gruffly.

 

"You knew about this, Vejiita?"

 

Vejiita grunted.

 

"He found out yesterday, Son-kun. Sorry about today, Chichi. Vejiita forced me to train with him today."

 

Chichi blinked at her friend and Goku look absolutely floored. "Vejiita, you told me you wouldn't train anyone," he said surprised.

 

Vejiita glared at the low-class Saiyajin. "I made an exception, obviously."

 

"Why?" Goku asked, confused.

 

"I could not have her being beaten by your worthless mate."

 

"Why would you care that Buruma wasn't as strong as Chichi?"

 

Vejiita snorted. "It is a matter of pride."

 

"What is?"

 

Vejiita scowled. "You are a complete moron, Kakarotto. I will not have my mate beaten by your low-class one!" he roared.

 

A long moment of silence descended, his outburst hanging there between them before the other three occupants recovered their wits.

 

"WHAT!" they exclaimed simultaneously.

 

Vejiita smirked and exited the room, leaving Buruma to face two very shocked and nosy friends. "Don't look at me!"

 

"What just happened?" Chichi asked, shocked.

 

Goku smiled at Buruma. "So, when are you two getting married?"

 

Buruma slapped him on the side of his head. "Do you mind! I wasn't even aware we had a relationship!"

 

"You weren't?"

 

"No, Son-kun!" She glared at the door. "I'm going to give that idiot a piece of my mind. How dare he?"

 

"Uh, Buruma?" Chichi called warily.

 

"What!" she screamed.

 

"Shouldn't you maybe, I don't know, be happy or something?" she tentatively asked.

 

Buruma gaped at the dark-haired woman. "What?"

 

"Well, this is Vejiita we are talking about. I don't like the guy but it seems to me that he isn't one for liking women much. I actually can't picture him with one and he just called you his 'mate'. If it were me, I'd be flattered."

 

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Vejiita stood silently in the shadows of the balcony, watching as Buruma walked out, wearing a short nightgown. She paused silently for a moment and Vejiita let his gaze wander over her slender body.

 

"I want to know why you did that," she demanded without turning around.

 

Vejiita started. She has better instincts than I thought. "Did what?"

 

"You know what."

 

"Does it really matter?"

 

"Yes. I am not a possession, Vejiita. I would like to think I have a choice in the matter."

 

He snorted. "You do. You will not reject me."

 

She swung around to face him angrily. "You are mighty sure of yourself."

 

He smirked. "No. I am sure of you."

 

"Sorry to interrupt this touching scene," a voice interrupted cheerfully from above them. Vejiita snapped his head up and growled at the dark-haired man who hovered over the balcony. The new arrival's eyes landed on the blue-haired genus in front of the Saiyajin no Ouji and he seemed to smile apologetically. "I have need of her," he stated and before Vejiita could move, both were gone.

 

After a moment of complete shock, Vejiita realized what happened and growled loudly, powering up.

 

"Shit!" he snarled. He will die! No one takes my soon-to-be mate and survives. No one!

 

Goku and his wife came running out onto the balcony, both dressed in nightwear as they had been invited to stay the night by Buruma. "What's wrong?" Goku demanded.

 

"He took her," Vejiita growled and swung his gaze to his fellow Saiyajin, his eyes afire with rage and hatred.

 

"Buruma? Who took her?"

 

"Yes. And he will die. No one takes what is mine!" he hissed.

 

"Okay, Vejiita. Just calm down," Goku began, only to find himself knocked into the wall, a raging Vejiita pining him.

 

"Do not tell me to calm down! She is mine! And she was stolen from me, right under my fucking nose!"

 

Goku put his hands up in surrender. "I know, Vejiita, but we've got to think clearly. Do you know who he was? Where he went?"

 

Vejiita growled low in his throat. "No," he spat angrily. "I couldn't feel any ki coming from him."

 

"Can you feel hers?"

 

Vejiita narrowed his eyes at the bigger man and dropped him. He closed his eyes and attempted to locate the familiar ki. His eyes shot open. He shot off the balcony, flying west towards her ki, absently noting Goku following him. He felt her ki rise slightly and smirked. She's probably fighting the bastard. Good. Onna...

 

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AN: I apologize for the short length... and the absolute corniness O.o I really do like this fic I wrote years ago, even though I still wince at some things in it.

 

Lovies!