Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Way I Was Before ❯ Monkey Prince ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Four

~~~ It is now nearly three in the afternoon.I've been sitting here for the past four hours contemplating a conversation I'd had earlier with an executive sales consultant from Mae Ling Tech. The man was amiable enough considering that by the time I'd actually returned his phone call, he'd been waiting for over two hours.
When I had finally awoken this morning, it was to the gentle insistence of the sun's rays on my face . . .which never happens except on weekends.I had sprung from my sleepy half-consciousness only to see the clock beside my bed reading 9:25 A.M.Kami--I slept right through the alarm nearly three hours prior.The buzzing must have gone on for at least half an hour without anyone to switch it off. I remember groaning, and then wondering why in the hell I'd been so sound asleep as to miss my alarm.
The whole previous evening had come back to me in one violent rush.Even now I have to close my eyes as I remember it . . .
After our interlude in the shower, Vejiita had reluctantly left me to finish my routine.I'd quite honestly expected him to be dead asleep when I returned to the bedroom, but my expectations were gravely wrong--for once.
After slipping on my robe, I'd tiptoed into Trunks's room, made sure he was fine, and then headed back down the hall towards my--our room.One can hear Vejiita breathing in his sleep halfway down a hallway. I hesitate to call it snoring--as Vejiita would never snore.It is more accurately described as a steady, deep, and heavy breathing the likes of which I have never heard from any human.Son Kun used to do it as a small child, I recall. It makes me wonder if he still does.
In one instant I could sense that he was not asleep, and I admit, I even hesitated in front of the closed bedroom door. My palm rested on its cold metal surface, and as I reached for the touch panel, I felt my fingers draw back slightly.Surely, I had thought that by then, Vejiita's mood had changed.Chikyuu-jin or Saiya-jin, it is amazing how a male's intentions change when he is no longer aroused, ne?After a moment had passed, I decided to brace myself for whatever events were about to occur, and I touched the glowing green button near the latch of the door.
I remember smelling the warm summer air as it hit my face, and it mingled with his scent, intoxicating me as always.I glance at the empty bed illuminated only by the small lamp on his side of the bed. As the door had shut behind me, I could see him; hands fisted against the window frame as he gazed out the glass surface.The scowl was still there, and his body was tense as a spring . . .I could see it from the distance between us.
I had stood there for what seemed like an eternity just watching him.His dark blue night shirt hung loosely unbuttoned on his torso as if it were simply a towel, and the matching pants clung to his powerful hips, complimenting that never failing figure of his quite nicely. I had to stop myself from sighing as I watched him step back from the window and cross his arms over his broad chest.I often marvel, still, over the amount of power in a man who only bests me in height by two inches. There was still silence hanging in the room even after I was sure that he had noticed me.
Vejiita turned slowly to face me at that point and his eyes bore into me.For a moment, I had been sure that he was angry.But then, I should know after living with the man for ten years that healwayslooks angry.I quickly ascertained that his mood had indeed changed, but not in the way that I had expected.
All I remember about the next few hours was that he had strode over to me and took my head in the palm of his hand much the way he had done earlier that evening, and then reached for the tie of my robe. In one movement, he'd loosened the knot and slipped the robe from my shoulders.There had been no words, only that insistent yet so tender movement of his hands across my skin.For all of his arrogance and aggressive behavior, I have never known Vejiita to be violent when it came to making love.He always has been, and still is, painfully tender.It is almost impossible to bear at times. I can recall many times when I'd attempted to be the aggressor . . .to coax him into doing the same.It has never bothered me that he would not simply toss me onto the bed and have his way, leaving me unsatisfied and aching for more. A certain previous lover of mine used to do that quite frequently.
But there have been times, of course, when a quickie was something that sparked my interest and made me crave the thrill of fast, no-holds-barred sex.But Vejiita would not ever have any of that. I could tell after just a week of being with him that sex was not merely an act to him. . .it was an art.And Kami, he is a master artist . . .but I have strayed from subject yet again. As I said there were no words . . .Vejiita has never spoken during the actual act of sex except for a few times that I can remember.One was just now in the shower, of course.
Many moments passed as I recall, and his fingers had lingered at my waist, as if he wanted to make sure I would allow him to continue.I had not the will to refuse him . . .it had been so long before last night.Half an hour later, I remember feeling him in the dark.He crawled onto me again and nibbled at my neck . . .again gently insisting.Truthfully, every time he silently pleads with me to let him touch me, it brings tears to my eyes. The mighty Saiya-jin no Ouji . . .practically on his hands and knees, waiting to hold his mate . . .it is truly heart-breaking.
I have specks of memory during the early hours of this morning as we made love.I can't even say how many times…Kami, how embarrassing.He spoke once, I remember…I had been looking at the clock and I had noticed that it was two in the morning.Vejiita whispered several words in his native language into my ear and I remember trembling just from the way his voice traveled through my ear and seemingly through my entire body.I didn't care at the time, but after being at work for a while this morning, I started to wonder what it was he had said to me.My knowledge of Saiyago is, to say the least, minimal. But just a few minutes before writing in this journal I took the free time I had to attempt to translate it.
A few years ago, I'd asked Vejiita to teach me some of his language so that I might sometime impress him…he taught me basic conversation, had me memorize the Saiya-jin alphabet symbols. After working on the sentence I'd heard last night I remember dropping my pen.And even as I read it again now, I can't help but become so flushed that my hands begin to tremble as the rhythmic words chant in my head like a religious zealot.
The little piece of paper I'd written on looks just like this:
"Sh'an karsa ten, usari k'ar…y'shina-kari suln nan sh'an…"
"I take your hand …you are always mine …remember this--I can never be yours."~~~

Bulma shut her journal quite forcefully and thrust it back into her desk drawer.The piece of offending paper still lay in front of her, like a brandishing flame to all she had ever hoped and cherished. Why should he whisper such words to her?And why during such an act as sex?She placed a trembling palm over the words and gently crumpled it into a ball of nothing, and tossed it into her garbage can.I can never be yours…
Her thoughts were subsequently interrupted by her secretary.Sherie stood nervously before Bulma’s desk, twisting her hands together and shifting in place.Bulma smiled gently.
“What is it, hun?” she asked quietly, trying hard to suppress her foul mood.Sherie clasped her hands together and bit her lip.
“I’m so sorry to have to ask you this, Miss Briefs.But my daughter’s school just called-she’s been sick and the school asked me to pick her up so she won’t have to ride the transport home.”
Bulma shrugged amiably and smiled again.
“It’s alright,” she replied, her voice slowly finding the volume she needed, “I need to finish my summary report on Mae Ling Tech.When you leave could you just leave a message on the answering servo that you’re out and I’m busy?”
Sherie nodded and bowed quickly.
“Thank you, Miss Briefs!I’ll be seeing you tomorrow then …” as she turned to leave, Bulma lowered her eyes and looked back at her computer screen, feeling her brain fry on it as she realized she only had two pages typed of the summary. Sherie had turned back to her, “oh, and Miss Briefs-you look exhausted. You should go home early if you get the chance.”
Bulma nodded and laughed quietly.
“I quite agree …”
After the young girl left and shut the door behind her, Bulma’s eyes inadvertently lowered again to the trashcan, and the small ball of paper that now lay on the top of it.Breathing deeply and hissing in discontent, she tore her eyes away from it and back to the monitor. She was sure that within a few hours her eyes would need to be peeled from its glowing surface.

had sat in the confines of the GSR for nearly three hours, meditating.He'd sent Trunks out at least two of those hours ago when the boy couldn't keep his concentration any longer. The Saiya-jin no Ouji sat with his legs crossed atop one another, and the palms of his hands flat on the surface of his knees.
Visions haunted him, even through meditation, and it pricked at his nerves like a hot sticker of flame.The countless people he'd murdered screamed out to him for deliverance from their graves of stone and rubble. Nappa's huge grinning face taunted him as if from a real-time nightmare…
"Chukon sha, Zarshi…usari kaln moranion ya.Usari tolenga ya'abat Saiya-jin!"
I am ashamed of you, My Prince…you were a wonderful soldier…you are a disgrace to the Saiya-jin!
Vejiita's eyes snapped open and he squinted, fighting the nausea that threatened to overtake him.Standing slowly, he fought the torturous images that plagued his mind and body.He had not heard his native language in years…save from his own mouth.And to hear…to hear that he had been a disgrace...Kuso…get a hold of yourself.Nappa has been dead for over a decade!Vejiita sniffled quietly and cleared his mind of all images so that he may be presentable should anyone see him once he exited the GSR. Making his way to the control panel, he switched off the 30G simulator and heard the machine die down like a lonely child wailing for a companion.
The darkness that had engulfed his mind and body just minutes ago sent hoards of shivers down his stiffened spine.An ugly fist of memory had rested in his brain and he felt the need to suddenly bang his head against the wall to rid himself of it.Ignoring his instincts to bash open his skull, he touched the glowing green surface of the door panel and closed his eyes as it opened before him. The technology of this place always seemed to vaguely remind him of a spaceship…and he'd harbored a fear of those machines for longer than he could remember, though he would never admit it-not even to himself.
…Stop speaking that primitive language you sickening little primate!!If I hear it again from any of you I'll have you wash the entire ship with those disgusting, furry appendages you call tails…!
Vejiita growled and bit his own lip, exiting the GSR and ripping his towel from the shower room's wall.For nearly four years, his nightmarish visions of Furiza had diminished to a once a month occurrence. But of late, the "day-mares" had even returned and had given him a new list of frustrations to add to his everyday training schedule.Each emotion was a battle for the Saiya-jin Prince…eachemotion. Even the word was difficult to say.Emotions were an enemy, and he dealt with them as he would any other…through his own strength, determination and power.In fact, he smirked to himself; the only real emotion he held was hatred…hatred for that fool, Kakarotto.Ahh…much better.His usual self shone through the inner torment he'd just endured, and he reveled in it.Helplessness was not something he could easily deal with and he despised it…nearly as much as he despised Kakarotto…as much as he abhorred him for destroying the only damn being he loathed more than that pitiful Saiya-jin third-class!Vulnerability was like a cold blanket of death…not acceptable…not an option.…don't you understand?!Love is not an option for me, not now, not ever!
He cringed only a fraction of a centimeter and threw his towel around his neck as he recalled the previous night's events.The words he'd said to her…but they were all true…weren't they?!YES, you weak fool. But, he concluded, had he not given into her later on-had he not come to her in the dead of the night and awakened old feelings and desires between the two of them, he was sure he would have lost her. He recalled speaking words into her ear that he was sure she would not understand…but knowing her sharp mind and keen memory, she'd surely figure it out within the next couple of days and confront him about it.Would she?
Vejiita growled and clenched his jaw, fighting the shudders that ran through his torso as visions of their activities tempted him.Ten years and she still looked amazing…he would sometimes swear that she aged like a Saiya-jin.Vejiita closed his eyes and leaned a palm against the wall…how weak he could become just at the thought of her.Kami curse her to hell!I am no better than a hatchling boy when she looks at me.
The sound of the door to the shower room swishing open startled him slightly and he stood straight, glaring at his son as the boy entered, wide-eyed and curious.
"Tousan?" the boy's voice asked warily, seeming to sense the abnormally high level of Vejiita's resting ki.He gazed at the lavender haired warrior that stood before him and bore his eyes into his.
"What is it?" He asked, his voice deep, penetrating…as always.But yet, strangely calm as he looked into those oceanic eyes that mirrored his mother's.
Trunks pulled at the hem to his shirt and looked down briefly, then met his Father's gaze unflinchingly.
"Kaasan…she isn't home yet.Is she still at work this late?"
Vejiita's ki rose again involuntarily, and he narrowed his eyes, hoping his momentary concern had not shown.
"Perhaps," he muttered, forcing himself to walk slowly past his son and into the hallway, which lead to the living area.After a short period of silence, he spotted the phone that sat on the elaborate end table on the other side of the couch. The message light was flashing repeatedly, and he smirked, "did you think to check the messages on the telephone?" He asked softly, none of his usual snide tone decorating his voice tonight…it annoyed him. The boy ran up beside him and jumped onto the couch before Vejiita,
"Nope…guess not," he reached out and touched the button, activating that awful electronic voice that Vejiita had grown to hate over the past few years.After it was wonderfully over, Bulma's voice floated through the machine. He clenched his fist as the sound of her voice sent afeeling…over the entirety of his body…
"It's me boys," her voice was tired, "I'm really sorry but I won't be home in time for dinner.Trunks, there are some frozen dinners in the freezer.Show your Tousan how to make them, I'm sure he doesn't know…" soft laughter sparkled at the edge of her voice, and even Vejiita had to laugh as he knew he certainly did not know what to do with that infernal contraption she called a "micro-heater".She continued, "I should be home around 7:30 or 8:00…" a long pause, "I love you both…bye now."
There was silence as the machine went off.When the ringing in his ears became too much, Vejiita breathed in with exasperation and wiped at the back of his sweaty neck,
"Did you shower?" He mumbled, wondering how in the hell he'd picked up their language so quickly.Trunks's head shot up and his eyes were still wide, but unafraid, and he nodded.
"Yes…" another pause as he slid off of the couch and headed towards the kitchen, "if you tell me what you want, Tousan, I'll make it while you shower."
Vejiita nearly chuckled aloud, instead he just "hmphed" in amusement.
"Whatever you say, brat…" he replied, beginning to contemplate what he'd really enjoy to fill his stomach.
After Vejiita had searched in the freezer for nearly five minutes, Trunks had sighed in anticipatory action as his father stood and handed him a box.The boy glanced at it and then took it from him.But for a moment, he stared at Vejiita.The Saiya-jin lifted an eyebrow and felt himself begin to sweat suddenly.
"What?" He asked sharply, glaring at the boy with annoyance.Trunks let his lips hang open for merely a second, and then he gripped the box more tightly.Vejiita was always amazed at his son…so small…so powerful. The innocent wonder in his eyes was so sharply contrasted by the obvious shape and definition that he knew he had given him.And it never ceased to look amazing…that perfect meshing of his face, and her face…so proportioned and wonderful. It was certainly a sight he'd never seen before-he had a flashback of the day the boy was born.
Vejiita shook his head violently and asked his son again what he was staring at.Trunks simply smiled and said.
“It’s going to take ten minutes, Tousan…”
Vejiita nodded and unthinkingly lay the palm of his hand on top of the boy’s lavender head.Then without any more threat of words, he turned and exited the kitchen, seeking the solace of the shower.

The night was warm, and a gentle smelling breeze had begun to float into Bulma's office as she packed up her things and prepared to leave. The sun had begun to set in the early summer evening and, glancing at her clock, Bulma sighed and left the office at 7:30 p.m.
After locking everything behind her, she made her way out into the vast parking lot as usual and de-capsulated her car.Riding home was heaven as the warm breeze filled her nose, her hair, and her mind…freeing all three of any tensions. She wondered briefly how Vejiita and Trunks had fared with dinner.She snickered to herself thinking of Vejiita struggling to use any kind of cooking or electronic equipment.Admitting to herself that she was in a better mood than she had been the previous day, she decided to temporarily ignore the translation discovery she'd made earlier that day.The words still burned in her mind like a dying ember of flame, but she shook it out as quickly as it had lit.
Bulma pulled the small hair tie from her long locks and let it flow about her face in the wind.She flicked at it with a free hand and decided that she needed a haircut, and badly.Perhaps something totally different this time…something she could keep for a while…something Vejiita would like.Her smile died only slightly as she wondered if he was as content as she.Would he be the same Vejiita that he had been for the past few months? Or would he be the man he had become last night, only for a short time?
It was true, despite the subtle changes in Vejiita's mannerisms and acceptance over the past years, he had still remained the proud, noble prince he had always been. There were times when she could see his arrogance as clearly as if it had been stamped on his forehead…in that evil little smirk, in the way he crossed his arms over that broad chest. Someone had once said that one who crosses their arms frequently is actually quite insecure.Bulma's eyebrows quirked as she contemplated this…but it couldn't be.Vejiita-insecure?The two words were an oxymoron…opposites. But then again, Vejiita was not a man one could easily read.
Once she had pulled into their driveway, she breathed a small sigh and let her hair remain hanging past her shoulders, curled slightly and still a bit wild from the wind in the car. She tugged at her turtleneck gently and slung her purse over her shoulder, attempting to make herself as presentable as possible for her small, yet happy family.Happy family?
As the door slid open before her, she caught the aroma of frozen dinners; processed meats and vegetables, but it smelled good just the same.She'd be happy to have one herself. At least Trunks and Vejiita had had a chance to eat.Bulma wondered suddenly if her "husband" had truly eaten with her son.The house was silent, but not oddly.Not much was ever said when the two of them ate…it was more an art to them than anything.After finding a temporary place to sit her things, she headed towards the kitchen, and the heavy aroma of food.
Bulma's eyes widened as she entered, greeted by the gazes of Vejiita and her son.The two of them looked up to see her, windblown hair and all.Vejiita felt the food fall down his throat in a hard rock as the sight of her made his whole body go rigid with a rush of conflicting emotions.The boy jumped from his chair and grinned,
"Kaasan!" He yipped, throwing his arms out and waiting for his mother's hug.She obliged him willingly, a bright smile on her face that could have charmed gold from the gods themselves. Vejiita felt his hand go slack, and he laid his fork on the plate soundlessly as the boy returned to his seat and Bulma turned and headed towards the sink.As she passed by him, her heavenly scent intoxicating his every thought, he let his eyes follow her, and no words were spoken.He expected her to speak but she did not, only smiled at him knowingly and let her hand graze his shoulders as reached the sink behind him. Vejiita ground his teeth together as a shudder wracked through him, and her angelic voice rang through the room.
"Trunks, what did you do all day?" She asked, running the water now and washing her hands.
"Trained, Mom!" He replied, and Vejiita let a small smile pass over his mouth as the boy's eyes lit with that Saiya-jin lust for combat, "Dad and I meditated for a while though.I thought it was fun."
Vejiita heard Bulma laugh softly behind him.
"I'm glad, sweetie…" and then there was silence again when she shut off the water and made her way to the refrigerator, "did you two save anything for me?" She asked, leaning over and shifting her legs considerably. Vejiita felt his eyes plant on her rear end…failing to even notice that he was doing so, he stuck his fork back in his mouth with a small bit of food on it and suddenly wished that Trunks was no where to be seen. He rolled his eyes in response to himself and tore his eyes away from her body…"usari tolenga ya…usari tolenga----you call that a tail, monkey prince?!Thisa tail…" Air…must have air…that slithery tail-choking me…"you call that a tail, MONKEY PRINCE?!…usari tolenga!!"
Vejiita dropped his fork onto his plate and jolted back to reality.Glancing around the room, he saw that his mate and son were staring at him as if he had grown an extra appendage. He bolted from his chair and let it careen backwards until it hit the counter.His fists tightened at his sides, and Bulma stood up straight.Her bright blue eyes gazed at him with concern, and it evoked a fury within him that he could not contain,
"Vejiita?" Her voice crooned in his ears like a taunting whine…like…like…monkey prince?
He dug his nails into the palm of his hand and left the table, knowing he'd never be able to make it out of there fast enough.He felt their eyes dig into the back of his head as he exited, retreating to the only place he knew he would achieve the empty space he needed…the GSR.He did not look back.

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