Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Holding On ❯ Defending Innocence ( Chapter 2 )

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 Two- Defending Innocence

"Sleep well Bejiita?"

"Since when do you care how I sleep Zaabon." Bejiita's tone made it clear that it wasn't a question. He had gone as far as lunch without running into anyone besides Nappa and Radditsu. The sly smirk Radditsu gave Bejiita was enough to inform him that people already knew his business. Bejiita didn't bring the subject up, so Radditsu could not comment on it. It was Nappa who said something at breakfast.

Flashback:

"There is talk Oujisama."

"Shut up Nappa."

"But Oujisama, don't you want-"

"What I want is for you to shut that fucking hole in your head you call a mouth. The constant flow of shit is making me sick." Radditsu couldn't help but smirk a little as the huge bald Saiyajin immediately did as he was told. Nappa was loyal to a fault, that was true, but his brainpower was too heavily outmatched by his blind loyalty. Radditsu thought even Nappa would know better than to say something before a weeks time had passed. Although he was more than eager to know the identity of the mystery woman who spent the night in the Saiyajinno ouji's bedchamber, he knew their prince was not big on being put through the rumor mill. Radditsu never mentioned a new rumor, only ones he knew his prince had heard before. He would still be angry, but not quite so much.

End Flashback

"I hear you had a late night visit. A long late night visit." Bejiita merely smirked.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Furiizaa knows exactly what I'm talking about." Bejiita scowled and with a haughty smile, Zaabon turned and left him to fume in silence. He'd get a summons soon to report to Furizaa. Sure enough, as soon as he completed the thought, a message scrolled on his eyepiece. Oh, just fucking perfect.

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Bejiita dropped to one knee and lowered his gaze. "Furiizaasama?"

"Well little prince, it seems you had an unauthorized visit last night." Furiizaa was thankfully sitting on his throne across the room. If Bejiita played his hand right, he'd stay there. Bejiita knew that the horrid pink lizard of a man could be across the room before Bejiita could even flinch.

"Yes Furiizaasama. One of your guests here was a childhood acquaintance. We spent the evening reminiscing about Bejiitasei." Bejiita said with practiced innocence. He smiled for effect, totally disgusted with himself.

"She was your childhood acquaintance, hmm?" He smiled suggestively. After a moment of uncomfortable silence he said, "So that's all you did?"

"Furiizaasama, she is Arashino Miko. Her chastity means more to her than her own life. Besides my lord, when we were together last, I was a mere boy. Our association was all in childish innocence."

"You're hardly children anymore Bejiita. I'm sure you've noticed your miko is very much a woman. In fact, I hear she is quite a prize. A beauty like some heavenly creature from a child's storybook."

"I have not taken notice of that. She keeps herself veiled at all times. Besides, I was just content to reminisce of times on my former home."

"She is a sweet girl. Graceful and poised. I should like to see more of her. Wouldn't you?" Bejiita mentally cursed Furiizaa and his double meanings.

"I was pleased to speak with her, but I would not be affected to see her go. When the workshop is over, and she returns home, I will not miss her presence."

"Perhaps Bejiita, perhaps." Furizaa sighed thoughtfully.

"Furiizaasama?"

"Truth is Bejiita, I want her." Bejiita lowered his head and scowled uglier than ever momentarily before returning his gaze to Furiizaa. "She is a powerful miko and I think her powers could be useful to us. Don't you agree?"

"I cannot say my lord. She had not fully developed as a miko when we met on Bejiitasei."

"Well, Bejiitasei wanted her. Your father wanted her… in your service in fact." Bejiita nodded absently. How the hell does he know all of this, he thought. "So you have yet to see her face?"

There it was. To be perfectly honest, Bejiita wondered why Furiizaa hadn't just out and asked earlier. It was foolish to outright lie, so he had to be honest… creatively. "When we were very young I saw her face once. The memory is fuzzy at best. All I recall is blue hair." Furiizaa appeared thoughtful for a moment.

"Go and fetch her for me. I wish to speak with her."

"Yes Furiizaasama. Right away."

The moment the door closed behind him, Bejiita cursed Furiiza, cursed himself and most of all cursed Abouri for showing up in the first place. None of this would even be happening if she hadn't-, Bejiita paused in his thoughts. Furiizaa sent for her. She had no choice in the matter. Saying `no' to Furiizaa was the same as committing suicide and taking down everyone on your planet with you. As with most tragedies, Furiizaa was entirely to blame. Another thought surfaced; she knew where to find him because of her telepathic abilities. He on the other hand had no way to find her. He used his sensor for a moment, but there were too many warriors on the ship. He couldn't find her weak power reading. Just another frustration to add to the list. Where are you bitch?, he thought.

`You certainly do know how to speak to a lady, don't you?' He blinked. He looked behind him. Nothing. He blinked again. After a moment, he remembered that Arashino miko was a telepath and therefore must be contacting him telepathically.

`Abouri, where the hell are you?' He didn't think he could separate his thoughts and be able to project some and not others. Until now.

`Seek me out Bejiita. I'll bet you can't find me.'

`Now is NOT the time for games Miko. Act your age.' He turned and began to head towards the eastern quadrant of the ship. He was sure that is where the students were staying.

`Wrong…'

`I told you we don't have time for this. Furiizaa sent me to bring you to him.'

`I know.'

`If you know then why do you waste our time with your childish games?'

`You of all people should understand the significance of fleeting childhood. Is it so terrible to recapture what belonged to us, but we were denied?' Bejiita had no response. `I am in a room in the north quadrant. The sixteenth level, I believe.'

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Once Bejiita entered the northern quadrant of the ship, he walked the main corridor about halfway down, something in his mind told him to stop.

`The door to your immediate left. I reside in there.' Bejiita did as instructed and followed another short hall that opened into a large room. Artificial Sunlight shone bright and the pale blue grass on which he now stood rustled in the simulated breeze. In the center of the room stood his miko.

"This is your room?" he asked in disbelief. When the hell did this place get built, he thought.

"A man named Zaabon brought me here shortly after breakfast today. He said Furiizaa did not want me to feel out of my element."

"You will come with me now Miko. Do as you're instructed." Abouri said nothing. `Do as he says and he won't hurt you.' She gave him a nod before following him back to Furiizaa's main chamber.

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"Arashino miko, how nice to meet you." She bowed formally.

"I am honored to be in your presence Furiizaasama."

"I was made to understand you already know Bejiita." She turned to Bejiita for a moment. His face was a blank mask. His eyes were devoid of anything, like glass.

"We are acquainted," she said.

"Do you like him?"

"Of course. He was a dear friend to a lonely child." Thanks a fucking lot you stupid bitch, Bejiita thought. So much for downplaying the relationship that they didn't have in the first place.

"How long have you been friends?" Bejiita flinched inwardly. Furiizaa referring to them as `friends' or anything connected was a bad omen.

"We spent a week together as playmates on Bejiitasei eight years ago."

"That's so touching… only a week together, but after eight years you're close again. Friendship must mean a lot to you Miko."

"Yes my lord."

"You're such a," Furiizaa gave Bejiita a sidelong glance, "sweet girl…" Bejiita nearly broke his mask at that one. He now saw exactly what was happening. Furiizaa was going to do something to Abouri and make it clear that the outcome would lay in Bejiita's hands. "I imagine you are quite lovely as well. A treasure worth hiding, hmm?" Abouri stiffened. She hadn't been focusing on Bejiita, but his fear touched her mind and she immediately knew it was fear for her well being. "Why don't you show us? You may remove the robe as well."

"Furiizaasama, with all due respect, I must decline. It is forbidden for me to reveal myself in the presence of men. Forgive me my lord," she said with a formal bow, hoping that if she remained as she was, she would be safe.

"Do it Miko," Bejiita said in a very threatening voice. Shocked as she was that he would side with the tyrant, her face did not betray her. Her sleeves fell back as she raised her hands and removed her veil. The hood fell to rest on her back. Her fingers worked the robe for a moment before it pooled at her feet. Without looking up at either man, she lowered her head.

"I fear I offend your eyes my lord," she said softly.

"Quite the opposite Miko. Are you comfortable? I find it's rather warm in here. Especially with that heavy gown… Bejiita, why don't you help her out of it?" Bejiita flashed her a momentary look of apology before he stepped up to her. She wrapped her arms around herself, clutching her shoulders as he drew nearer. He gently pried her arms away and forced them to her sides. His face remained blank as his eyes searched her. He turned her around and found what he needed. She flinched as she felt his fingers brush her back through the thin material of her underthings. Bejiita found it very difficult to keep his fingers steady as he unclasped the fasteners running down her back. Her trembling was making him nervous. Once that was done he grabbed her arm and yanked one sleeve off. "You can't play so rough with girls Bejiita. You know that. Go slowly." Bejiita suppressed a sigh of frustration, as he slowly pulled her arm from the other sleeve. He hooked his fingers on the top of her bodice and drew it downwards to her waist, cursing himself for finding this somewhat arousing. He slid his hands down her waist and over her hips, cursing himself once more for lingering. He stepped back and stole a glance before returning his eyes to Furiizaa.

She was very slender with long wispy limbs. She wrapped her arms around herself once more, as she wore nothing more than a white slip dress and her underthings. She did her best to hide her small breasts. There was nothing she could do about her half exposed thighs. Her stark white skin was growing pink with embarrassment. She was thankful that her hair was only partially tied, leaving most of it to fall behind her, to her calves, protecting her from the rear.

"Is something wrong miko?" Damn Furiizaa for doing this to her, Bejiita thought. He's going to turn her against me.

"I am cold without my gown Furiizaasama." His dark purple lips spread into a sinister smile.

"We can't have that, now can we Bejiita?" Bejiita knelt before her to retrieve her gown. "I'm afraid that won't be enough." Bejiita narrowed his eyes involuntarily and clenched his jaw. This was going predictably bad. "Come miko." She cautiously stepped before him. With a suggestive smile, Furiizaa patted his lap. Abouri looked to Bejiita. Nothing.

"I do not understand Furiizaasama."

"I'm offering you a seat miko." He slid down a little in the seat allowing further distance between his knees. She took a step back with a look of horror and disbelief on her face. "I'm not going to ask you again."

"What are you waiting for? A printed invitation?" Bejiita said in monotone. She looked once more to his empty visage before stepping closer to Furiizaa. She let out a small cry as her pulled her into his lap.

"You're so soft miko. I'll have to be careful with you." He held one wrist firmly in his grip and pulled her closer until she had to lean her head back and turn away to keep their faces from touching. He looked into her eyes, reveling in the fear before he turned his head and placed his mouth on the crook of her neck. His gaze was on Bejiita whose jaw was now grinding and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Furiizaa smiled against Abouri's neck before he dragged his tongue across her flesh, eliciting a stifled sob from the girl in his embrace. She had her free hand against his chest, pushing with all her physical power. Her struggles only served to arouse the tyrant holding her. She let out another sob as he brought his hand to her hip and held her forcefully on the lump firming in his lap. Tears began to escape her eyes, which were clenched shut. Bejiita clenched his hands into fists and unclenched them. Now wasn't the time to act rashly; he knew that. It would only hurt Abouri. He felt as he did his first encounter with Furiizaa… helpless. Unfortunately very little had changed since he was a child of eight years and first handed over to Furiizaa. Furiizaa held Bejiita's gaze as he yanked her against him. His hand slid down her back as she tried to lean away. "I'd bet she bruises easily, wouldn't you Bejiita? So fragile…" Tears streamed down the miko's face as she tried to suppress her powers. Striking out would only make things worse, she knew. The air around her began to warm and crackle ever so slightly with energy, but still she fought it. "You seem uncomfortable miko. Perhaps you don't like my company?"

"Of course I do Furiizaasama," she whispered. "It is just that you needn't trouble yourself like this for my sake. I am warm now." She flinched as he used the hand on her hip to wipe away her tears. She allowed this as it relieved the pain caused by the pressure of the hardness in his lap crushed against her. That hand then ran across her breasts causing her to release a sob.

"Are you sure you're not still cold?" Furiizaa asked looking directly at Bejiita. His eyes hadn't left him the whole time.

"I am fine now Furiizaasama." Suddenly, Furiizaa's grip tightened.

"Perhaps you think Bejiita can be better company than me?" he said drawing her near his face again. Abouri looked to Bejiita once more. He was clenching his fists and trembling with rage. His mask had vanished leaving his face raw and set deep into an ugly glare. His eyes were no longer empty glass, but full of hate. She felt Furiizaa's free hand stroke her cheek. "Does he touch you like this miko?"

"NO!" she cried as his hand slipped to her breast.

"Did you use this pretty little mouth of yours for him?" She turned her head away as she felt something wet glide across her bottom lip. Nausea washed over her, but her focus was on getting free and suppressing her self-preservation instinct. She was unable to wrench her wrist free of his grip, so with her other hand, she reached out to Bejiita. He flinched as if to come to her, but thought better of it. Fury was clouding his thoughts and as much as he prided himself on strategy, he saw no way out of this situation other than compliance. Resisting made it worse, that Bejiita had learned very young, and Furiizaa went away faster if one was compliant.

Furiizaa grabbed her other wrist so he held both her slim appendages in one hand, and held her wrists in her lap as he grabbed one of her breasts with his free hand. "Will you use it for me?" That was it, she could hold back no more. She opened her mouth to scream and Furiizaa took the opportunity to force her into a rough kiss, invading her mouth. The air grew hot instantly and a massive wave of energy surged from her, throwing Furiiza back, knocking over his throne, and propelling Abouri a few feet forward. She landed on her hands and knees and proceeded to weep, not because of what had happened, but what would happen. She knew her shield was strong, and there were few beings strong enough to withstand it. The problem was, Furiizaa was one of them. She was sure he could approach her with little difficulty. She looked up to see Bejiita standing between her and Furiizaa.

She dropped her shield, fearful of hurting him as well. Furiizaa stood beside his overturned throne scowling and somewhat charred. He had been holding her against him and took all of the damage she could give. Bejiita held up a hand to silence her whimpers.

"Are you going to protect her little prince?" Furiizaa threw back his head and laughed loudly. "You are no more capable of protecting her from me than she is herself. No more capable than you were at protecting yourself from me…" Bejiita's eyes narrowed and his breathing was heavy, but steady. He had calmed himself. He could think clearly now.

"You have done her no harm Furiizaasama. She is just too weak. Allow me to remove her from your presence." Furiizaa smiled. I hate him so much… so fucking much, Bejiita thought. However he feared he hated himself more for pushing pride aside to merely survive.

"Very well Bejiita." To Abouri he said, "You look tired miko. Perhaps you should retire for now." She blinked. How could he speak like that as though they had a nice leisurely chat, as though nothing happened, as though she wasn't on her hands and knees shaking like a frightened animal on the floor? "I will see you both again soon." Bejiita gave Furiizaa a curt bow as Abouri just watched in wide-eyed wonder. He then began to gather her discarded clothing. He dropped them in front of her and crossed his arms. She looked up at him only to be greeted by his angry glare. With a weary sigh, she gathered herself and dressed. Before she could attach her veil, Bejiita all but dragged her from the room.