Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Saiyajin's Heart ❯ Chapter Seven: Interuptions (Lemonish) ( Chapter 7 )

A Saiyajin's Heart

Chapter Seven: Interruptions

By Selenity Jade

Rated: M

 

Disclaimer: Toriyama-sama owns DBZ. I don't. Got it?

Beta: W-chan - Thank You!

 

Pairing: Buruma/Vejiita

 

AN: 03/04/08 - Updated.

 

Warnings: Lemonish, but not a full one.

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Goku popped into Buruma's kitchen, startling her so badly that she screeched. "Son-kun, give a girl some warning!" she scolded.

"Sorry, Buruma, but we've got a problem."

"What problem?"

He sighed. "Vejiita isn't doing too great," he told her with a sigh. "I don't know what happened with you two, but he's in sad shape. He said something about bonds. I don't know what to do, truthfully. I can't make him come back and he doesn't want to. He doesn't even want to train or spar, nothing."

"That is pretty serious," she commented. "I'm not Saiyajin! I don't know the stupid rituals! How was I supposed to know? It's not like humans go around biting each other!"

"Maybe you should talk to him," Goku advised.

"I tried, Son-kun, but he left before I could tell him I didn't understand!"

"Sounds like Vejiita."

"Well, either way, the point is moot. He isn't here, remember?"

"Perhaps Piccolo would be able to talk some sense into him," Goku said.

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. I don't think anyone could. I'll just leave him a note with dinner, I guess. He hasn't come in to eat yet."

He nodded. "Okay," he agreed. "I'd better go, before Chichi gets upset. You two are training tomorrow, right?"

Buruma smiled. "Of course, Son-kun. We have to get back into it again, especially since I'm kind of alone now. I'm happy you're finally okay with her training."

He shrugged. "What can I do? I've been training with her, actually. She's definitely improved."

She smirked. "I'm a match for your wife, you realize."

Goku blinked. "Oh, dear," he muttered. "See you, Buruma!" He put two fingers to his head and vanished.

Buruma sighed and sat down to eat. She hoped Vejiita wasn't as bad as Goku made it out to be. She didn't want him hurting. She did care about the idiot, although she wasn't quite sure why. He was a complete bastard most of the time, but just one look in his intense black eyes had her head in a spin. She shrugged, made quick work of her dinner and jotted down a note for Vejiita. She then stretched and made her way down to her lab. Might as well work, she decided. There was nothing better to do.

 

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Vejiita padded softly into the dark kitchen, sitting silently at the table, and quickly wolfing down his meal. He blinked as he spotted the slip of paper beside his plate just as he was finishing. He saw the Japanese characters that he had come to associate with his name and scowled. He opened it.

"Vejiita,

We need to talk. I'll be at Chichi's place training tomorrow, so you can have the house to yourself. But I'd like to talk to you after that.

I miss you.

Buruma."

Vejiita blinked at the letter before setting it down and walking up to his room. He showered and crawled in bed.

He stared up at the ceiling, his mind troubled. Gods, he still wanted her, more than anything he had ever desired before. He wanted it more than achieving Super Saiyajin, more than defeating his rival, Kakarotto, more than his need for revenge against Furiza. However, as usual, his pride interfered. He sighed and closed his eyes; her blue eyes swimming into his mind.

 

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Buruma panted slightly as she watched Chichi and Goku spar. Piccolo, little Gohan, and Goku had decided to have both Chichi and Buruma join them in training today, and she finally had a rest. She giggled as she remembered Piccolo's expression when Goku had suggested it. However, his face when she had surprised him with a nice ki attack to his back was even better, even if it was too weak too do any damage. She had scored on him because he had underestimated her. He didn't make the same mistake with Chichi. She smiled to herself. Well, he learned not to underestimate someone just because he didn't believe he or she could fight. So what if she played dirty? He knew the value of that. He used to be their enemy, after all.

"Well, that's all for today, I think," Goku commented after Chichi missed a simple jab. Her training partner was obviously exhausted, as was she. "What's for dinner, Chi?"

Goku's wife glared at him. "Give me time to rest, Goku-sa! I'm exhausted. First, you force me to train with you, and then you expect dinner as soon as you want it. You're impossible!"

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Chi."

She snorted and stomped off towards the house. "Buruma, are you eating with us?" she asked over her shoulder. "You're welcome to, you know."

"I know, Chi, but I best get home. I need to make sure Vejiita has dinner."

Piccolo grunted. "Why? He seemed to have done just fine before he arrived to destroy us. I am sure he can look after himself."

Buruma shrugged. "Maybe, but it's something I do."

"Suit yourself. I doubt he cares."

She scowled. "Excuse me, but you used to be a bad guy, too. It seems to me, you and Vejiita have something in common."

The Namek snorted. "He isn't fully on our side, remember?"

"Neither were you when you joined Son-kun to fight Radditzu, or when you trained Gohan."

He grunted. "Fine."

Buruma turned to Chichi. "Well, I'm going home. I'm exhausted and I still have to fix something for dinner. Training tomorrow?"

Chichi nodded. "Oh! Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo are going away for a few days to train tonight, would you mind too terribly much if I stay at your place and we do a little training of our own?"

Buruma smiled. "Sounds wonderful. Tomorrow?" At the other woman's nod, she clapped her hands excitedly. "It'll be a blast! See you!" she exclaimed, climbing in her plane and moments later, she was gone. Goku stared after the aircraft worriedly.

"What is it, Goku-sa?" Chichi asked curiously.

"Has she said anything to you about Vejiita, Chi?"

She shook her head. "No, why?"

"What is it, Goku?" Piccolo asked.

"Well, they aren't talking."

"So?"

"Remember what that boy said?"

Piccolo nodded. "Of course, Goku. I still find the idea shocking, not to mention disgusting, but I remember. Just let them be."

"But-"

"Goku, if you interfere, it may cause more harm then good. Just let them be."

"You think?"

"Yes."

 

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Buruma entered the dark house quietly, setting down her purse and capsules on the way to the kitchen. She blinked in surprise to find Vejiita sitting at the dining table eating a few sandwiches.

"Hey, Vejiita," she greeted wearily. "I was just coming in to make you dinner."

"Do not bother. I fixed myself something."

"I see that," she said. "Well, I haven't eaten yet, so I'm still cooking. Do you want anything, or are your sandwiches enough?"

"They are fine."

"Okay," she said, disbelieving. He actually didn't want more? That was amazing in and of itself. She sighed and proceeded to fix herself something to munch on, and being as it was only her eating it, she went with two sandwiches, twice what she normally ate, but with training, she had found she consumed a lot more food. She sat down across from Vejiita and ate quickly, feeling the need for a nice, long, hot shower.

"Did you train today?" she asked him.

He grunted and she took that as an agreement. He did look a tad tired, she noticed. Whether from lack of sleep or training, she didn't know. She watched him covertly as she ate, feeling a little hurt he was ignoring her as he was. When she was finished eating, she rinsed her plate and moved to leave the kitchen, pausing slightly to look at Vejiita.

"Chichi will be staying here for a few days while Son-kun, Gohan, and Piccolo go off somewhere to train."

"Should I care?"

She sighed. "I don't know, Vejiita. I thought this was your home and I know you're angry with me, but that doesn't change the fact you live here as well. I just wanted you to know. She and I won't be hanging around much though. We'll be training."

"I am not angry with you," he muttered, finishing off his own meal. He rose, put his plate atop hers, and walked past her out of the kitchen.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" she asked, following him.

"I feel like it," he said, without turning around.

"Vejiita, stop," she commanded as he started to walk up the stairs.

He blinked and looked down at her. "What?"

"Please, I don't want to fight with you," she said.

"We are not fighting, Onna. We just are not speaking. There is a difference."

She growled. "I want things to be okay between us, Vejiita. Didn't you get my note?"

He nodded. "It was right by my dinner, remember?"

"I don't want things to be difficult or painful between us."

"Fine, Onna."

"So, we're okay again? No more avoiding me? You'll start using the gravity room again?"

He grunted. "Yes, can I go now?"

She glared at him. "Am I that bad?"

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"I am that horrible to be around for more than a few minutes? I haven't spoken with you in weeks, Vejiita, and you can't even speak with me for more than a couple minutes. I wasn't aware it was that difficult to be around me. I apologize," she said sadly. She blinked back tears and pushed passed him to head up the stairs.

She didn't make it more than two steps up, before he grabbed her arm and swung her around to face him. He stared into her blue eyes silently, his hand still grasping her arm. "Do not do that," he hissed.

She blinked. "Do what?"

"Make me feel sorry for what I do. Do not make me feel guilty!" he snapped angrily. "I do not feel guilt! I have never felt guilt!"

She tried to pull away from him, but he refused to release her. "Let me go, Vejiita. I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. Just let me go shower. I'm too exhausted to fight with you right now."

"I am sure," he snapped. "Off training, were you?"

She nodded, still attempting to pull out of his strong grip. "Yes, Chichi and I were persuaded to train with Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo today. I'm really tired," she told him.

He growled. "They were training you?"

"Yes, Vejiita. Goku suggested the idea, now that he's used to it. He said something about making sure that Chichi and I were training correctly. Personally, I think he was curious to see how far we've come. And I caught him eying his wife a few times."

"I will train you," he said fiercely. "You can spar with Kakarotto's mate, but you are not to be trained by him, his son, or the Namek, understand?"

"Vejiita, you have no right-"

"Just fucking listen to me for once, Onna. I will train you, no one else. Not one of those pathetic weaklings will train you. I will do it."

"Why?"

"Whether you rejected me or not, you are my mate. It is wrong to have another male train your mate. It is just not right," he stated.

"And how exactly do you expect to train me when you won't even talk to me? Besides, I'd slow you down too much."

He shrugged. "After the cyborgs, I will train you."

"Fine, can I go now?"

He snorted. "Now who wants to leave?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You know what, Vejiita? You are a complete asshole. I'm fucking tired! I'm tired, dirty, and sore! And what do you do? Try and pick a fight with me!"

"Onna-"

"No! Don't 'Onna' me! I've had it! You ignore and avoid me for weeks and now you decide to dictate to me whom I can or cannot have train me? Well, fuck you, Vejiita. I tried to make peace with you and you rejected it. You have no right to tell me what to do."

"I did not reject it, Onna," he said softly.

"Oh, really? Then why did you want to rush off when I was trying to have a conversation with you?"

He growled softly and released her arm, walking up the stairs slowly. "Have a nice shower, Onna."

"I hate you!" she screamed in frustration, stomping up the stairs after him. He swung around to face her, his eyes narrowed angrily. "See? I try to talk to you and you try to leave! However, when I want to leave, you won't let me! What is your problem?" She stopped just shy of him and continued to glare at him.

"My problem? You really want to know my problem?" he hissed. "You, damn it! First, I lower myself enough to take you as my mate, despite my better judgment, and then you reject me! Then, I am stuck with a one-sided bond! My problem is you are fucking killing me! If you were Saiyajin, this never would have happened!"

She growled. "Well, if you want a Saiyajin as a mate so bad, then find one! Maybe one survived the destruction of your planet! Maybe you can use the dragon balls! Maybe you can just fuck yourself! I don't care! I'm just sorry I ever cared in the first place. I'm sorry I'm only a fucking human, Vejiita. I'm sorry that there isn't a Saiyajin and you were stuck with second choice. Excuse me!" she snarled and stalked passed him and entered her room, slamming the door behind her.

She stomped into the bathroom, striped her clothing off violently, and showered quickly. She nearly rubbed her skin off as she cleansed herself, still seething over Vejiita.

It wasn't fair to her. It wasn't her fault she wasn't his ideal mate. It wasn't her fault there were no more Saiyajin females left. It wasn't her fault! She stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself, and brushed out her hair, almost violently. After a particularly nasty tug, she threw the brush against the wall with an angry snarl. She slumped to the floor, tears leaking from her blue eyes.

"The worst part," she muttered to herself, "is that it hurts."

A knock on her door snapped her out of her reverie. She sighed. "What, Vejiita?" she asked defeated.

He entered her room, padded over to where she was sitting on the floor, and crouched beside her. "I heard a noise."

"I threw my brush. It was nothing," she told him dully.

"Why are you on the floor?"

She shrugged.

"Are you hurt?"

She shook her head.

"Is this some female thing I am never going to understand?"

"I don't know."

"Are you going to stay there?"

She shrugged again.

He growled. "Onna?"

"What?"

"Get up, put something on, and go to sleep," he ordered.

"Why?"

"You were just bitching that you were tired."

"I am."

"Then sleep."

She stared down at her hands silently for a few moments. "What is so wrong with me?"

"Excuse me?"

"What is so horrible about me? Why am I not enough for you?" she asked softly, glancing up at him with those anguished eyes, imploring him to answer her. "I'm sorry I'm not a Saiyajin, I'm sorry I don't understand your rituals, I'm sorry I'm second choice. I'm sorry!"

He sighed. "There is nothing wrong with you, Onna. And you are enough. More than enough."

"Then why?" she asked in a whisper.

He looked into her soulful gaze. He brushed a stray lock off her forehead tenderly. "It has nothing to do with you, Onna. You rejected my offer and my pride will not allow me to make another."

"If there was a Saiyajin female alive now, you wouldn't even look at me," she muttered.

He chuckled. "Onna, even if my home planet existed, even if I had already chosen a mate, and I met you, no Saiyajin female would compare to you. You would have entrapped me then as you have now."

She smiled faintly. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yes. Saiyajin or no, you are whom I desire." He smirked and leaned close to her, nipping her nose softly. "No more, okay?" he murmured, before gently brushing her lips with his.

She sighed regretfully, the contact too brief, before wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her, and kissing him soundly.

He chuckled against her mouth but complied and deepened the kiss, snaked his arms around her, and picked her up. He carried her over to her bed and set her gently on it, still kissing her.

He gasped in surprise and pleasure when he felt her hand make its way into his boxers, grasping him firmly in her hand. She stroked it once and earned herself a low moan from him.

He pushed her gently to the bed and pulled out of the kiss. He stared into her desire-filled eyes searchingly. "Will you reject me again?" he asked softly… fearfully?

She shook her head.

He smiled and nipped her neck softly, before pulling off her towel. His clothing followed soon after and only then did he allow himself to explore her flawless body. His hands roamed over her shapely curves, earning gasps of pleasure and delight from her. He trailed his mouth down every inch of her body, savoring the taste of her, and basking in the soft sounds of satisfaction she gave him.

He hovered over her body, exploring her slowly, building her desire to almost unbearable heights. She clutched at his shoulder - almost painfully - with one hand, and continued her own explorations with the other.

Vejiita growled as her hand played over him, too fleeting for his tastes. He pinned her to the bed, smirking as she gasped in surprise. He chuckled low in his throat and nipped her nose. He then kissed her lips softly.

It was at that moment the phone decided to ring. Buruma rolled her eyes and Vejiita growled. She smiled at him. "Murphy's Law," she muttered and reached over to pick up the phone beside her bed. "Hello?"

"Buruma!"

"Hey, Chichi, what's up?"

"Buruma, you've got to find Goku for me, please!"

"What? What's wrong?" Buruma asked sitting up quickly. Vejiita scowled and rolled off her and lay on his back on the bed.

"Please, Buruma, you've got to find Goku! He has a dragon ball on him. Or have Vejiita do it, if you can! Please!"

"What's going on?" she asked worriedly.

"Buruma, just find him. They left to train an hour ago. Please…" And with that, she hung up.

Buruma returned the phone to its cradle and looked at Vejiita worriedly. "Something's not right," she muttered, rising and throwing on a pair of cutoffs and a T-shirt. "I need to find Son-kun, fast. Can you please fly over to Chichi's place and check on her?"

He growled. "Why?"

"She was frantic and very scared, Vejiita. I will find Son-kun and meet you there, okay? Please? Something's very wrong."

"I am not her damn bodyguard. What do I care if she is in trouble?"

Buruma sighed. "Please? Just do it for me, okay?"

"Feh, fine!" he snapped and got up and dressed. "You owe me," he warned, leaning down to brush her lips with his. Vejiita then opened the balcony door and disappearing into the night sky.

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AN: Lemon-y, not lemons!

Lovies!