Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Saiyajin's Heart ❯ Chapter Fifteen: Boarding ( Chapter 15 )

A Saiyajin's Heart

Chapter Fifteen: Boarding

By Selenity Jade

Rated: M

 

Disclaimer: Heck, I'm too busy to own it! O.o; I don't have the time… Besides, would I be putting my stories up on fanfiction sites if I were someone who made money off DBZ?

 

Beta: W-chan - Thank You!

 

Pairing: Buruma/Vejiita

 

AN: 03/04/08 - Updated

 

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After having determined where the ship was, they had to then decide how to enter it, as they could not see it. Vejiita only partially paid any attention to the conversation between his rival and the freak, Galan. It didn't matter how they got in; for all he cared, they could ram the bitch's ship with theirs. What concerned him was the rapidly deteriorating condition he was in. He wouldn't survive much longer and he knew it. His rival and the former enemy weren't aware of it, as Vejiita was determined to keep his situation from them.

 

He didn't want their pity. He didn't want sympathy. He did not want concern. He couldn't care less if the idiots cared if he died or not. They did not matter to him. He wanted to be alone with his pain! He didn't want to hide it from the two morons he was forced to join forces with. He wanted to rage and annihilate people. He wanted to just die!

 

Now he knew why bonding was bred out of the royal line, why it was discouraged, even outlawed among the nobility - the strongest fighters. It was damned difficult to defeat an enemy if a Saiyajin suddenly goes insane when his mate dies in battle, killing everyone around them. Or if they suddenly dropped dead.

 

He just wanted to die.

 

But he couldn't give up! No matter how much he wished to, he could not give in to the madness, pain, and despair. Only if they failed in reviving his mate would he allow himself to fall into the darkness of his mind. But he would take Aaloka with him.

 

If nothing else, he would avenge her.

 

Then he would join her.

 

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Galan glanced over at the obviously pained Saiyajin no Ouji, who stood off to the side, gazing out the port window. Turning back to Goku, he frowned slightly, nodding towards the object of his thoughts. "Do you think he'll be stable enough?" their former enemy asked in a low whisper.

 

Goku peeked over at his rival, his usual carefree expression gone. "Honestly? I have no idea."

 

Sighing, Galan nodded in understanding. He was concerned that Vejiita would end up botching their mission if he got worse. His anxiety was partly because he couldn't be revived as long as Aaloka still lived - and held control over his regeneration - and he knew Vejiita would most likely kill him before any one else.

 

After all, it was his fault his mate had been captured…

 

"Galan, don't worry about it," Goku said suddenly, breaking the tormented man out of his musings. When Galan looked up at him in surprise, Goku graced him with the infamous Son smile. "I think he'll be okay. Vejiita is one of the most stubborn people I know. He will not give in unless all hope is lost for Buruma, and if that happens… I think Aaloka would be the one who should be worried."

 

Galan nodded doubtfully. "I suppose…"

 

Goku grinned and glanced back at Vejiita. "He's too proud to give into weakness, in any case." He shrugged. "No use thinking about that. What we really need to do is figure out how to get into that ship!"

 

Galan frowned thoughtfully. "The cloaking device is very advanced, and I don't see how we could possibly find the ship's entrance or ship's dock, either. Not unless Aaloka just turns the cloak off… if she can even find out how to do that." Galan suddenly grinned wolfishly. "She's good with torture devices, but without me, she's like a fish out of water as the saying goes on your planet."

 

Chuckling, Goku nodded slightly. "I see. Well… what do you suggest then?"

 

The other man shook his head and sighed. "No idea. We're here, and I'm willing to bet she knows it. I know she wants Vejiita in there." He suddenly slapped his forehead. "How advanced of a computer does this ship have?"

 

Goku shrugged indifferently. "No idea, but I would think it has one of the best. This is Buruma's ship, after all, and she's a genius."

 

"Good," the man said, walking over to the console, frowning in concentration. He proceeded to type rapidly on the keyboard, staring at the blue screen absorbed in whatever it was he was doing.

 

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Goku shrugged and walked up behind the surly Saiyajin. "Vejiita?"

 

"What do you want, Kakarotto?" Vejiita demanded, his voice thick with exhaustion and pain.

 

"Are you doing okay?"

 

Vejiita slowly moved his penetrating gaze to his rival's, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Do I look 'okay' to you, you imbecile?"

 

"Um…" Goku scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I am just worried-"

 

"Stop!" Vejiita snapped furiously. "Do not fucking worry about me! I am not your friend, you moron! I am not one of the stupid Z fighters! I am your enemy and I will always be your enemy, Kakarotto! Keep your concern for those who want it!"

 

Goku blinked in surprise. He did not expect Vejiita's tirade. "Vejiita, Buruma is my friend, and you and she are together now. You are no longer my enemy. You haven't been in a long time."

 

"Yes, I am, you fool! I still long for your death! I still yearn to spill your blood at my feet! I will defeat you, Kakarotto! I will defeat you and destroy you for what you have done to me!"

 

The younger Saiyajin eyes rose in shock. "What have I done to you, Vejiita?"

 

"What haven't you done!?" Vejiita exploded in fury. "You defeated me here! You then let me go! Freed me! You have achieved everything I have strove for my entire fucking life and you did it easily!! What more can you do to me!? I am nothing now, you fool! I am nothing! All because you will always be stronger than I! Why can't you just leave me in peace?"

 

"Vejiita-"

 

"Don't! You have destroyed everything with your softhearted, foolish ways! Just looking at you makes me want to vomit! I hate you, Kakarotto! I loathe you far more than you could possibly grasp! I would have rather died with my planet, stayed dead on Namek, anything but settle on this pathetic planet having to make nice with you!" Vejiita suddenly gasped in pain and fell to his knees, trembling violently. His gloved hand clutched his chest, sweat beading on his forehead, and clenched his eyes shut against the pain.

 

Goku was silent for a long moment, knowing any sympathy would be rejected violently. He hadn't been aware that Vejiita's animosity towards him was that powerful. He had hoped the Saiyajin could have found peace on Earth. He had felt positive that the prince would slowly heal as he lived among them. He didn't realize all his peaceful gestures would have aggravated him so much. For the first time, Goku wondered if it wouldn't have been a better course of action to let him remain dead after Furiza had killed him or had allowed Kuririn to finish him after their battle. Even so, Goku knew if he could do it all over again, he would do it the exact same way.

 

"What about Buruma?" Goku asked suddenly.

 

Vejiita snapped his head up, growling softly. "What about her?"

 

"If it weren't for all that has happened, you would have never met her, nor gotten together with her."

 

Again, Vejiita shocked the younger man with a low hiss. "Yes, perhaps, but you had her first! The worthless human had her first! You all had her first! She is your friend, the human's friend, and I am nothing more than her unwanted mate! She loves you all!"

 

"Vejiita-"

 

"Leave me be!" he roared again, panting heavily. "You have destroyed me! Gloat about it, fool! Do not try to make me feel better! I am not your friend, I will never be a part of your little do-gooder gang, and I will never forgive you for what you have stolen from me! I hate you, you son of a bitch!"

 

Goku sighed and nodded, turning away from the anguished Saiyajin no Ouji. "All right, Vejiita. I will leave you be. I think you should consider something though."

 

A snort sounded from behind the taller warrior. "What would that be?"

 

"Buruma loves you, too. She is our friend, and we are like her family, but it is you she loves." Goku then left the prince to his thoughts and returned to Galan's side. Goku was slightly hurt that the Saiyajin no Ouji hated him so much. He had started to think of the warrior as a sort of friend, and had thought the warrior had begun to feel the same. Apparently, he was wrong.

 

He couldn't understand the hatred the older warrior felt. Goku had never had to deal with such before. Oh, he'd been hated and despised by their enemies before, but even Piccolo, his old nemesis, thought of him differently now. Feeling slightly ashamed of himself, Goku sighed softly. I guess I'm just used to being the one everyone loves. Even former enemies came to like and respect me in the end. I should have known that Vejiita would never be one of them.

 

He glanced back towards the slumped man, his brow furrowed in turmoil. I hope, someday, you will realize just how much you have here now, Vejiita. I am sorry you think I have destroyed your pride and honor. He smiled sadly at Galan when the man turned to look at him, and shook his head.

 

Vejiita was wrong. He wasn't inferior to him. He was often times a better warrior than Goku was, but sometimes, he was just too hard on himself.

 

Goku pushed the thoughts away. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand, not Vejiita's hatred of him. "Galan, what are you doing?"

 

"Hacking into Aaloka's ship."

 

"Uh…. Okay."

 

Galan chuckled, glancing at the Saiyajin out of the corner of his eye. "So, it's true."

 

Goku scratched his head. "What's true?"

 

"You really are slow when dealing with technology."

 

Laughing embarrassedly, Goku nodded. "I guess I am."

 

"I got it!"

 

Both Goku and Vejiita snapped their heads towards the excited man, eyes widening at his outburst. He grinned and winked at Goku - which caused a blink from him - while carefully avoiding the penetrating gaze of the Saiyajin no Ouji.

 

"What did you get?" Goku asked finally.

 

Giving the tall Saiyajin a self-satisfied smirk, Galan replied, "Oh, I finally hacked my way into Aaloka's ship and her security systems."

 

"Disable the cloak," Vejiita ordered in a low voice.

 

Nodding nervously, Galan turned back to the console and proceeded to follow that order. Within minutes, he smiled again and pointed at the view screen.

 

Both Saiyajin turned their gazes to it, just in time to see a large, sleek ship appear in front of them. Goku jumped up excitedly, while Vejiita simply grunted. Galan rolled his eyes and went back to his hacking, determined to bring all weapon systems down, open the docking bay, disable the alarms, and anything else he could think of to help them when they finally boarded the evil woman's ship.

 

"So," Galan began impishly. "Shall we?"

 

Vejiita shot the man a furious glare, which caused Galan to gulp nervously.

 

"I guess that's a yes…"

 

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Stepping off the ship, Vejiita glanced around the large docking bay indifferently. It was nearly empty except for four one-man pods secured there, and a room off to the side. He assumed that was where they kept parts for those pods. He turned towards the large automatic doors, which he knew led into the rest of the ship. He held onto his rage with sure willpower, stubbornly refusing to give into the pain. It wasn't hard to stay angry, his mate was dead after all, but he had to focus on other angry thoughts now, he could feel his very self splintering every time he thought of her, he had to stay angry, but not for the reason he should be. He had to be angry with himself for succumbing to weakness and bonding, at Kakarotto for making all this possible, giving him this second chance - or was it third? - at life, leading him here to this planet, to this moment, to now, where he had to reveal how weak he was to everyone. Weak without his mate.

 

He had always known caring about someone could lead to pain, but he had never imagined how much. He'd rather have watched his home planet destroyed again than go through this. That had been the most emotionally painful moment until now. Now the emotional, psychic pain was actually physical.

 

"Galan, is there anything we need to know?" his rival asked suddenly.

 

"Not really. I turned off the alarms, disabled the automated door locks, retrieved codes for those I couldn't hack into, locked up her ship just in case, and locked up the weapons… As well as her favorite room."

 

Scratching his head, Goku glanced at Galan in confusion. "Favorite room?"

 

Vejiita growled softly and walked towards the door. "Where she performs her tortures, you imbecile." Glancing over his shoulder, Vejiita narrowed his eyes at Galan. "Where would she have kept her?"

 

"Probably the security deck."

 

"Fine," Vejiita hissed, his hand tightening over his heart. "The traitor will lead me there. Kakarotto, search out the dragon ball."

 

"But-"

 

"Just do it!" Vejiita snapped.

 

Both men sighed and nodded. "Fine," Galan agreed as he came up beside the pained warrior and pressed a button next to the door, causing it to open. "Come, Vejiita."

 

Vejiita growled at the presumption of the idiot, but followed him down the dark hall. He forced himself not to betray how difficult it actually was to keep up with the weak man. Every step he took sent a sharp agony through his entire body. He knew his system was shutting down, his soul clinging to his body by willpower alone. And Vejiita wasn't sure how long he could keep it up. He didn't know why he was even forcing Aaloka's former henchman to lead him towards where Buruma might have been held. He was almost terrified what would happen if he actually saw his mate's body.

 

It might snap what little control he had gained.

 

Even so, he would not be dissuaded from his goal. He needed to find her, despite the logical reasons not to. He would not let his mate be kept by that woman, dead or not. He would not let his woman, his beautiful mate suffer alone. She would not wish to be there. He did not wish her to be there!

 

After probing the broken bond for what was probably the millionth time since he had felt it shatter, he snarled loudly. He felt the fearful eyes of the man responsible on him for the sudden sound, and immediately squashed the urge to tear him to pieces. For now, he needed the weakling. He'd kill him later.

 

"We're here," Galan told him quietly, breaking Vejiita out of his daydream of bathing in his blood. "I assume this is where the others would be kept as well, but if your mate isn't here, we'll have to try Aaloka's room."

 

Vejiita simply indicated for Galan to open the door, not even bothering with a response. After all, it was below him to speak with the worm. After Galan complied, Vejiita instantly entered the wing, glancing around at the doors. His eyes skimmed the black doors and the small keypads beside them.

 

"Why isn't it guarded?" Vejiita wondered aloud, his breath catching in his throat, much to his disgust. He'd have to teach his woman a lesson for making him suffer. Wincing at his errant thought, he walked towards the first door, not waiting for Galan's answer, which came only seconds later.

 

"I have no idea… perhaps it is a trap?"

 

Vejiita attempted an indifferent shrug. "Open it," he ordered gruffly, nodding towards the door in front of him. He couldn't sense a ki behind it, but Vejiita was having problems sensing anything at that point. He couldn't even feel his rival, someone he was particularly attuned to since their battle on Chikyuu only a couple years ago.

 

Galan glanced worriedly at the Saiyajin, noticing his breathing was becoming shallower with each breath. He didn't think the warrior would be able to fight if they were attacked, and he knew he couldn't do much. He had been the brain in Aaloka's little group, and the only thing he could do would be die and come back… if Aaloka hadn't destroyed his stored cells.

 

He entered the six-digit password into the door panel, his hands trembling slightly. A soft beep sounded after he finished, and the black door slid open as Vejiita stood in front of it. The Saiyajin's eyes narrowed as he searched the room, eventually falling on the still form near the wall.

 

Vejiita knew immediately that the person was not Buruma as the scent of blood filled his nostrils, but thankfully, it was not hers. He entered the room silently and peered at the figure slumped on the floor. His eyes widened slightly in recognition, a sneer forming on his face.

 

"Yamucha."

 

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"Fuck!"

 

That summed up Vejiita's luck nicely, he thought. He had finally found all the hostages, but while none of them were dead, they were certainly half way there! Not that Vejiita cared about them in the slightest, it would have just been nice to have some added distractions for Aaloka to deal with.

 

"Leave them here for now," Vejiita rasped out. "Kakarotto can deal with them later."

 

Galan nodded in agreement, turning to enter the single room at the far end of the wing. A shudder ran through him as he approached the door. He held his breath as he keyed open the door, while Vejiita watched on, his breath noticeably ragged.

 

When the door opened, both entered cautiously, glancing around the dark room. Vejiita's sudden intake of breath alerted Galan that he saw something. "What is it?"

 

A choked moan came from the Saiyajin who dashed into the room, kneeling on the floor next to a shadow figure. Galan's eyes widened as he realized that it must be Buruma that lay there. He carefully walked up behind the troubled prince; nervous the man might attack him again.

 

Galan hissed as he saw the bloodied body of the blue-haired genius lying in a pool of her own blood. Vejiita's hand carefully rested on the blood-matted hair, and Galan was suddenly afraid the Saiyajin would go insane again. There was something… wrong with that gesture just then.

 

Vejiita, on the other hand, seemed to be on fire as he quaked with emotion. Vejiita brushed another blood-soaked strand of hair from her face, unblinking eyes staring down at her motionless body. Then he suddenly growled loudly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body into his lap. His entire body shook with grief and pain, his eyes falling shut against the agony as he continued to emit the low growl. He forgot about Galan's presence in his sorrow as his entire being was focused on the dead woman within his arms.

 

Vejiita's body rocked slightly as he growled, clutching her bloody form to him as if she was the only thing in the universe right then. Galan knew that to Vejiita, she most likely was. He backed quietly out of the room, his eyes unable to tear away from the Saiyajin's back until he had exited the room.

 

As Galan shut the door, an anguished scream rocked the ship…

 

He shivered.

 

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AN: Random thought, but I need to start plugging fics again like I used to eight years ago. I will when I start updating fics instead of editing them.

 

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