Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Holding On ❯ Reunion ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer:

DBZ… Akira Toriyama (that means not me)

Arashino miko©, Abouri© (pronounced Avori©) is a character of my own design that I have been developing since 1997. (That's way before I even knew DBZ existed). Please don't try and steal her because I have documentation that dates way back to show she's mine and I'm a comic artist and animator, and I'm using her in commercial works. Thank you so much for listening.

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Author's notes: This is my first fic and I hope it is well received. This is not an A/U. It takes place during the years before we meet our favorite prince.

Here's a little help for those who aren't familiar with Japanese. First let me say, I hate seeing a fic littered with random Japanese words… it's very distracting for those who can speak Japanese. Therefore, I was reluctant to do this, but there are titles throughout that are in Japanese. I wanted to show the importance of respectful titles and formality to the characters, and I find it easier than reinventing the wheel and making up my own.

Ouji… prince

Ou… king

Miko… priestess

-sei… added to planet name

-jin… added to place name, those are the people native to that place.

-sama… added to someone's name or title to show respect

Kumo means `cloud' and Arashi means `storm'.

Therefore, Saiyajinno Oujisama means `honored Prince of Saiyajin' and Arashino miko means `Priestess of Storms'.

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Chapter One- Reunion

There were fifty young men and women of various species chatting amongst themselves quietly in the lecture stadium. Bejiita and Radditsu were standing erect on either side of the open doorway. Raddistu flashed his brilliant smile at the `coy' females that walked by. A few tried to catch Bejiita's eye, but were met with only an empty gaze. They were awaiting Furiizaa's arrival so they could close the door and stand some more. Bejiita scowled at the symbols scrolling up his sensor's eyepiece display.

"Pathetic." he grumbled.

"Bejiitasama… you say something?"

"I'm just pissed that I have to waste my fucking time here. Time is precious." Radditsu stole a glance into the doorway. He winked at whichever pretty young thing caught his gaze. She smiled suggestively and winked back. Bejiita rolled his eyes and curled his lip in disgust. "Have you no pride?"

"I think this duty is worth the smile of a pretty woman. Besides, we'll be running into them after classes. A pretty face and a warm lap are worth the time, I think."

"That's your problem. You don't think."

Three mind numbing and knee stiffening hours later…

Students began to file out through the now open doorway. Bejiita remained still as stone as Radditsu `stealthily' (or so he thought) accepted small slips of paper from several young women as they walked by. However, the last figure to exit, swathed in white stopped and turned to Bejiita.

"Saiyajinno Oujisama?" The hooded and veiled figure, now established as a female, asked extending a sleeve in his direction momentarily. The figure brought that sleeve to her hidden face.

"What do you want?" Bejiita snapped. He gave her a gaze that would have had even Radditsu flinch. She remained motionless.

"Meet me tonight."

"Presumptuous little bitch, aren't we?" Bejiita smirked and crossed his arms. "What makes you think I'd have anything to do with you?"

"I will arrive at your chamber late tonight," she said after a long pause. Bejiita scowled at her bold assumption that he would even consider seeing her at all.

"I should blast you to fucking Hell! Do have any idea who you're talking to?!"

"That's just it. I know exactly who you are. It's you who has failed to recognize me. I must say I am a little disappointed Saiyajinno Oujisama."

"Just who the hell are-"

"It is good to see you again as well Radditsu. It has been far too long." She gave a slight bow and turned, headed in the same direction the other students had herded, leaving Bejiita standing there with one finger extended in interrogation and his mouth open. The passage closed as his teeth clenched and he growled. He slammed a foot into the ground in frustration.

"That BITCH!" he hissed. Who knew of the great Saiyajinno Ouji and had the nerve to speak to him like that? Obviously, someone who knew not of him, but knew him. He immediately calmed and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Uhh… Bejiitasama?"

"Hmm. I think I will see her after all. She has certainly peaked my curiosity. I may even overlook her little… display just now."

"She may be fun for you Bejiitasama." Radditsu squeezed the slips of paper in his hand.

"Not that shit again…"

"You're sixteen years old now Oujisama. It just seems odd that you haven't-" Radditsu's mouth was shut by Bejiita's dangerous glare.

"I can admire something without sticking my dick in it, can't I?" Radditsu did not fail to notice more venom that usual in his prince's voice. He chose to continue anyway.

"Well Oujisama, I think I should inform you that some of the men are whispering…" He looked away from Bejiita's gaze of disbelief and ire. "I know it's not true but-"

"So because I don't indiscriminately wet my dick in any and everything female, like the rest of you morons, that makes me a homosexual? Is that what you're telling me?"

"Not me, but… well Oujisama, we don't see women here often and-"

"Shut up." Radditsu opened his mouth but thought better of it. "Get the fuck out of my sight Radditsu." Radditsu bowed before turning and headed in the same direction the students had previously gone. Bejiita grumbled every obscenity he could think of as he made his way towards his quarters.

Later that evening….

There was a light knock on Bejiita's door. He straightened his shirt before he went to answer it. He may not have been interested in the stranger as a sexual diversion, but he was never one to be caught unprepared. The room was tidy and the lighting bright enough to see, but low enough to set a mood if the situation should arise. He opened the door and as promised, there stood the veiled figure. She gave him a formal bow.

"Get up wench. Get in here before someone sees you." He shut the door quietly behind her. "Take it off," he said without turning to her.

"You don't recognize? You've gotten slow."

"Remove the veil. Now."

"Oujisama, do you not recall-"

"Prove you are who you claim to be. Take. It. Off." He heard a light fabric rustle and turned. The veil fell no further than just past her eyes when Bejiita grabbed her and crushed her to his chest. Almost immediately, he pushed her away gently, annoyed that he had momentarily forgotten himself. "What are you doing here?"

"Bejiitasama, I thought you dead." He allowed her to pull him into her gentle embrace. "How…" She sniffled lightly into his chest.

"Only three of us survived. We were off world at the time," he said into her hood. "Take the rest of this off," he said as he pushed her away. "I want to see how much uglier you've gotten these eight years."

"Bejiitasama, you've as bad as ever." Her sleeves fell back as her little white hands pulled back the hood revealing pale blue hair. It fell to rest against her back.

"The years have done you justice Miko. You've managed only to get twice as ugly as before," he said with a light smirk.

"My `ugly' pleases you then. I am pleased as well. You're only a fraction of the phallus I met so many years ago."

"Give it time Miko. We haven't spoken for more than a minute," he said, ignoring the fact that she had just graciously called him a dick. He'd get her for it later. Her pale pink lips spread into a warm smile. She stepped up to him and rested her head on his chest. He was pleased that at least she had not grown taller than him.

"Bejiita…" He genuinely smiled slightly for the first time in eight years.

"Abouri, you still haven't answered my question," he said softly. He could feel her smile into his chest as he said her name. Both Saiyajin and Kumojin were big on formality and titles, especially among higher ranks. To say her name as he had when they were children pleased her greatly, almost as though they hadn't been separated for nearly a decade.

"I am attending Furiizaa's `workshop'. I know he is not honest with his intentions for gathering us here. I touched his mind when he was speaking but he evaded me." The last thing she wanted to discuss in Bejiita's embrace was Furiizaa. "So you were here all this time?"

"I was living here when Bejiitasei was destroyed. I was informed some time after the incident." He paused. "What is it?" Abouri was looking into Bejiita's eyes. Her own darted back and forth as though searching franticly for something. Finally after a few moments, her eyes became wet and she closed them, letting a tear grace her cheek. She lay her head against his chest. Bejiita was growing rather agitated with the situation, but found himself draping an arm around her and rubbing her back. He was even more agitated that he felt the need to comfort her.

"Oh Bejiita…" she moaned into his chest. "All, a deception," she whispered to herself.

"Stop the cryptic shit Miko. Tell me what you see. Now." His voice was dangerously even. Abouri smiled sadly to herself. When will he see he can't scare me, she thought.

"I see rocks hitting a red planet. The planet is obliterated."

"That's not how it happened, is it?" Silence. "IS IT!?"

"Promise me. Promise me you won't rush off and do something brainless in the name of revenge." Her tearing eyes met his. He allowed her a moment before he closed the windows to his soul, something he had learned soon after he arrived in Furiizaa's `care'.

"I promise nothing." She lay her head on his chest once more and enjoyed his embrace for a moment. She sighed wearily as she pushed away.

"Naturally," she said dryly. "When you are ready to promise me that and keep it, I will tell you. In any case, it is late. I should go." She retrieved her veil and began to put it on and pulled her hood on once more as she made her way to the door. She pulled the knob and nothing happened.

"You will stay," Bejiita said quietly. She noticed his hand above her head holding the door.

"Bejiitasama, you know I can't stay with you tonight."

"Oh, but you will. Tonight you will share my room and my bed."

"BEJIITA!" she gasped. "I am Arashino Miko! You know what that entails. That type of business is just not done!"

"Well, it is now. Since I'm alive, your planet is technically under my rule. As I recall, you were to be placed in my service when we came of age."

"As a member of the court!"

"Member of my court," he corrected. "My miko." He was enjoying the irritation he sensed radiating off her person. "My Abouri…" he added softly. He didn't mind as her irritation melted away. That meant he was getting his way. "Remember that Miko? Or is your mental facility as demolished as your face?" She sighed and shook her head slowly with a slight smile.

"You are as impossible as ever. I will comply this time, but-"

"I'm not trying to fuck you Miko." She smiled sweetly. She already knew what was left unsaid. Bejiita would be a little more than annoyed to know just how powerful a telepath she had become over the years. While it kept others out, bypassing his meager mental wall was like stepping on a pebble for her. He smirked and allowed his tail to swing lazily behind him. There were very few times he'd let it fall from being tightly wrapped around his waist. It snaked around his leg towards her but he kept her at enough distance that it could not reach. "When we were children I let you touch my tail." Abouri nodded. "And I touched-"

"My hand…" she finished, her white cheeks staining a pale pink.

"Somehow you manage to blush even prettier," he whispered to himself. "Miko, I fear our childish relationship can never be as innocent as it was. I am a man now after all. I will, however, attempt curb my impulses."

"You will be a gentleman?" she asked in mock amazement s he gently pulled away her veil.

"I didn't say that. I merely said I wasn't going to fuck you. It can't be helped if I can get a feel in every now and then," he said actually flashing her a small smile.

"Impossible as ever," she blushed and looked away.

"Would you have me any other way Miko?" he said quite proud of himself.

`You may kiss me..' she whispered into his mind. Her face was growing pinker by the second. He blinked twice before smirking and leaning forward. She turned her cheek to him. He rolled his eyes and brushed his lips against her cheek. Her face flushed with a vengeance now as she turned away and hid her face in hands. Bejiita just rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly as he walked over to his bed. She'll sleep fully dressed tonight and make me do the same, he thought.

He was right.