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Thin Lines

By Selenity Jade

Prologue

 

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, though I'd like to own Vejiita for an hour or six. Sadly, I don't make money off of this little hobby of mine so I can't buy Vejiita even for ten seconds. (Sigh)

 

Note: This is a reread, not a reedit. Meaning I am reading this fic over and any changes made are quick little edits done because I saw them, not because I'm purposely going through and changing anything. It is also an old fic, almost PWP but not quite. I will be writing a new chapter of this fic after I finish, so look for it soon!

 

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"Now!"

 

"No!"

 

"Listen you-"

 

"Get this through your thick head-"

 

"Bitch!"

 

"Jackass!"

 

"Weakling!"

 

"Coward!"

 

"Fat ass!"

 

"Evil bastard!"

 

"Ugly whore!"

"Monkey!"

 

"Dog!"

 

"Furiza's bitch!"

 

"Hey cool it, guys!" Goku stepped between one angry blue-haired woman and a seriously pissed Saiyajin no Ouji.

 

"I am no one's bitch, you pathetic excuse for a female!" Vejiita hissed, the air around him sparkling with Saiyajin rage.

 

"Ha! You were Furiza's lapdog, you cold-hearted bastard!" Buruma snapped back. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Try it! You'll feel like a big bad man then, wouldn't you? Disintegrating a weak, defenseless human onna," she sneered.

 

"You want it? Fine," he agreed with a smirk and started gathering a ki ball in his right hand.

 

"Vejiita!" Goku snapped sharply. "You won't kill her. Buruma, stop egging him on!"

 

"Oh, I will kill her."

 

"He deserves it, Son-kun!"

 

"STOP IT!" Goku roared suddenly. Both looked at the normally calm and good-natured man in shock. "That's better. You two seriously need to learn to get along."

 

Vejiita snorted causing Buruma to glare at him. "He's lucky I allow him to live here! I am not his servant!"

 

"Such a low-bred human as yourself should feel honored to serve me," Vejiita stated arrogantly.

 

She screamed and lunged at him, only to be caught by Goku. "Now, Buruma, that's no way to act," he chided. He glared at Vejiita. "Don't insult her, Vejiita."

 

"Do not order me around, Kakarotto!" Vejiita snarled and stomped out of the kitchen.

 

Buruma fumed. "The bastard! The arrogant worthless monkey boy deserves a serious beating! Son-kun, kick his ass!" she screamed.

 

Goku put his hands over his ears. "That's it! I can't take it any more!" He ran from the kitchen and launched into the sky. I've got to figure out a way to get those two to stop fighting.

 

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The nerve of that ass! Buruma stomped up the stairs angrily. Calling me ugly. Calling me a WHORE! GAH! I should just invent a machine to kill him. Stupid, arrogant bastard would deserve it. She angrily ripped her bedroom door open, stomped in, and slammed it behind her. After that senseless act of rage, she calmed down considerably.

 

Why does he have to be such an ass? I fix his gravity room, I cook him dinner, I repair his armor, and I heal the bastard every time the damn machine blows up when he's in it! Do I get one thank you? Even a grunt in gratitude? Hell no. That would mean the cold-hearted Saiyajin no Ouji actually cared what I do for him. She sat down at her desk, flipping on her laptop.

 

I may as well work on that atom ionizer that Dad wanted me to look at. I won't get much done while fuming about my holier-than-thou roommate. She sighed and quickly pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. Reading over the data collected, she quickly noticed the mathematical error that caused the implosion. She corrected it and emailed it to her father.

 

Now what? She looked out towards her balcony. If that bastard wasn't out there in the gravity room, I'd go swimming. But knowing my luck, he'd know I was there and stop his training just to aggravate me. Stupid Saiyajin. I don't know what freaking possessed me to invite him to my home. I must have been insane. She grunted and stood up. Walking towards her balcony, she slid the door open and stepped out. Closing her eyes, she breathed in the spring air.

 

She was finding it hard to imagine that all this could be gone in two and a half short years. Do they even have a chance? She prayed to Kami that the preparations would be enough. Enough to stop those monsters that Dr. Gero is creating. She often wished she could find his lab and have it destroyed before those cyborgs were complete.

 

She glanced up at the pale blue sky. She knew Goku was extremely strong and has defeated everything that had come before him, but would it be enough? Would Piccolo and Gohan's strength be enough? Would Vejiita even the odds? Damn! I can never get him out of my mind! She shook her head, trying to dislodge the Saiyajin from her thoughts.

 

She supposed he was sexy in that dark, muscular, evil type of way. He was graceful; she'd give him that. Whenever she had caught sight of him warming up in the yard on the rare mornings she was up early enough, she always felt awed that someone so cruel and heartless could possess the grace of a dancer. His movements were often fluid and he performed them flawlessly. His compact steel muscles rippled beneath his dark skin with every movement.

 

Buruma shook her head. What in the hell am I thinking? This is Vejiita: Asshole Prince from Hell. She glanced down at the gravity room, instantly noticing it was turned off. That's odd. Every other time she and Vejiita got into an all-out fight he would storm into the gravity room and attempt to kill himself. She shrugged. She knew she went overboard earlier. I should have never called him Furiza's bitch. He just makes me so damn mad and my mouth spurts insults at him trying to inflict him with as much hurt as he inflicts on me. I suppose Son-kun is right. We should get along. Too bad it'll be a cold day in Hell before that would happen.

 

X

 

That pathetic Onna's life has dramatically shortened. She will learn not to fuck with the Saiyajin no Ouji. Vejiita growled. Raising his ki, he increased his speed, flying towards his island. The one place on this worthless planet I do not have to listen to her bitching. How dare she?! She knows nothing about my life. She knows nothing! She does not know the torture, insults, and abuse I suffered in my life just to survive. Her life is a goddamn picnic compared to what I went through. What hardships has that pitiful excuse for a female ever suffered? A broken nail? Sprained ankle? Damn bitch. He clenched his fists in anger. Why the fuck do I put up with her disrespect, her annoying bitching, her loud mouth? Hell, why do I continue to put up with this planet!? Why not blow the damn thing to hell and be done with it. The cyborgs gone, poof. Kakarotto gone, blasted into the Other World. The loud Onna dead. Why don't I do it?

 

Vejiita slowed and landed on a large island. He looked up and smirked. Something that Onna does not know about. The entire island was covered with a tropical jungle that welcomed the rogue prince happily. Vejiita padded lightly into the dense vegetation, quickly making his way along the new path. His mind still caught up in the fight earlier. And to add to my annoyance, that brain-damaged, third-class, soft-hearted Saiyajin had the audacity to tell me I should get along with the blue-haired witch! He ground his teeth in frustration. Turning towards a large tree, he jumped into the air to land on a large branch. He walked towards the trunk of the tree and sat down, his back pressed against the tree. He crossed his arms over his chest with his legs crossed in front of him and sighed.

 

This is humiliating. Vejiita looked out over his island. He didn't know why he found this place so inviting, it just was. He was able to let his pride go, here. No enemies to hide his weaknesses from. No Kakarotto to flaunt his superior strength. Just the jungle and him.

 

He closed his eyes, breathing the air, attempting to calm his rage. He had suppressed his pride too often under Furiza. He had to bow to the destroyer of his entire race. He had to obey the monster that killed his father, taking away his birthright. What did that Onna know? He had to hide his emotions for so long, it was second nature. He couldn't be nice or thank her. It wouldn't come out. I have never known emotions other than rage, hatred, and the desire to fight. That is all I know how to feel and she expects me to suddenly turn into a worthless Z fighter! Vejiita couldn't help but wonder if he was doomed to be second best for the rest of his life. Kakarotto feels and he has achieved what I was supposed to. He has achieved the power that was to be mine by my birthright, my breeding, and my destiny. Is it because I cannot feel?

 

Vejiita grimaced. That couldn't be it, could it? Emotions were weaknesses, weren't they? Yet, if they are, why does a third-class Saiyajin who feels achieve what he could not? He grumbled. His only reason for living was to be the strongest, the best. After Kakarotto and Furiza were thought dead, I felt nothing. I felt nothing. I laughed and went on how I was now the best, but in all truth, I felt nothing. Vejiita had been lost. No reason to live any longer and no place to go. Completely lost. His revenge taken from him, his rival gone, everything that he had fought against, gone. He was the last living Saiyajin and completely without a purpose, a plan.

 

Then that loud Onna with her cerulean hair had invited him to stay with her. Years of training had kept him from gaping at her. He had killed her friends, almost destroyed her planet, threatened to kill her, and continually threatened her friends, and she had decided to invite him to stay at her home? His first thought had been that she was insane. Her logic defied him. You killed your enemy; you didn't invite them home! What the hell had she been on? Vejiita chuckled at that memory. His had begun to wonder if she had smuggled some of those native plants of Korat-sei that caused hallucinations and delusions home and had been eating them. He later learned that this planet had its own substances that had that effect on people. Things called drugs. He could have sworn she was on something.

 

She had provided for him, and her mother had doted on him, much to his annoyance. That Onna's mother is a complete moron. I am surprised she lived long enough to birth a child, let alone one as intelligent as the Onna. He had stayed, waiting for the Namek dragonballs to regenerate. Then, he had learned that his rival was not dead. Not dead. He was still second best. He had snatched on that thought like a man drowning. Something to strive for again! A purpose. He had taken off in that space ship the Onna's father had built and went in search of Kakarotto. He supposed he had been actually happy in some sort of sick twisted way that the Saiyajin had survived. He could then find the secret to Supersaiyajin and become stronger. Defeat him. And he'd had a purpose.

 

He had then reached another defeat because of the softhearted Saiyajin. He had searched the galaxy and no Kakarotto. The foolish bastard had eluded him. Almost out of fuel, he had returned to the mud-ball his rival called home. Maybe he had returned. When he had been told the Saiyajin hadn't returned, he had nearly killed that fool human with the stupid hair cut. He hadn't known what to do. Then the blue-haired Onna that continued to mystify him had taken the matter out of his hands and ordered him to shower. He hadn't smelled that bad. He hated bad hygiene and was fanatical about showering. Stupid Onna. He had followed her, having nowhere else to go, nothing else to do. He had let her order him into the shower, let her dress him in hideous clothing, and let her feed him. Anyone else, he would have killed. But not her. She was the only person who stood up to me, besides the fool Kakarotto and he had no reason to fear me, he was after all stronger, even if I hated to admit it even to myself. But that Onna, she did not care that I could snap her in half with no effort at all. She did not care I had nearly caused the human race to be erased from the galaxy. She was not afraid of me. And I am happy for it. I love the smell of fear and make it a point to be feared, but for some fool reason, I do not wish her to fear me. I don't understand it.

 

He sighed. This was getting him nowhere. He knew that for some odd and stupid reason he felt something for the Onna. He didn't understand what or even why he felt that something for her. He shouldn't have. Even now, he only felt rage and hatred for everyone and everything. Except her. He felt hatred for her, sure, but there was something else. An attraction, he guessed. But if felt like more than that. Maybe it's just lust.

 

Groaning, Vejiita tried to shut out the memory of her swaying hips, full breasts that bounced ever so lightly when she walked. Her rear swaying back and forth, as she had led him to the shower so long ago. He knew he was attracted to her, much to his annoyance. No mere onna had ever captured his attention. All his energy had been spent training to defeat Furiza. Now, his energy should be spent trying to defeat Kakarotto. But no, he had to lust after a weakling! That's what was most vexing. He lusted after a weak human! Not a strong warrior like he had thought he would mate with when he got around to it. Not a disrespectful little weakling, but a female who catered to him. Yet, the little Onna had twisted his entire life around. Now, he was attracted to a weak, scientist who called him monkey-boy on a regular basis!

 

He hated her and wanted her at the same time. He smirked. Luckily, she wasn't irresistible; otherwise, he'd be doomed. He loved arguing with her, truly told. Her eyes sparkled when she was angry with him. Half the time he wanted to kill her and the other half he wanted to rip her clothes off, slam her into the nearest wall, and fuck her until she was hoarse from screaming his name. He wanted to feel those perfect breasts in his strong hands, those long, shapely legs wrapped around his waist, his teeth buried into her supple neck.

 

He groaned. Damn fantasies. He glared as he reacted and attempted to think about Kakarotto and his harpy of a mate, Furiza destroying his planet, Zarbon's ugly transformation, and felt himself calm. He supposed it was ironic. He wanted the damn weak Onna. He wanted to talk with her and yell at her, protect her and hate her, caress her and kill her. Damn her!

 

He stood up on his tree and powered up. I have wasted enough time. I need to train. He took off into the air. Back to Capsule Corporation.

 

X

 

"Hey, Buruma-san!" Goku called out, cheerfully.

 

"Son-kun, nice to see you," Buruma greeted. "What brings you here? If you're looking for that bastard, Vejiita, he isn't here. We had another argument this morning and he disappeared."

 

"No, I wasn't looking for Vejiita, I was actually looking for you."

 

She cocked her head at him curiously. "Why?"

 

He grinned mysteriously. "Oh, I need to take you somewhere."

 

She eyed him warily. "Where?"

 

"Heaven."

 

She blinked. "Huh?"

 

"Sorry, Buruma!" He grabbed her and heaved her over his shoulder. Buruma shrieked and pounded him with small fists. He put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared.

 

X

 

Goku appeared in the air in front of Vejiita with a small zap. Vejiita snarled. "What the hell are you doing here, idiot?"

 

"I need you to come with me," he said happily.

 

Vejiita snorted. "I will do nothing of the sort, Kakarotto."

 

"Sorry, Vejiita," Goku said with a grin. He powered up into Supersaiyajin, slammed his elbow onto Vejiita's head, knocking the Saiyajin no Ouji unconscious. Good thing he hadn't powered up. Goku carried the smaller warrior under his arm and grinned. This will teach them! He put his fingers to his forehead once more and vanished.

 

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