Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thin Lines ❯ Day One ( Chapter 1 )

Thin Lines

By Selenity Jade

Day One

 

Disclaimer: I always happen to write under Selenity Jade, be it originals or fanfiction, and if I owned DBZ, I would probably be more well-known, thanks. Please don't suing. I really don't have the money to make it worth it.

 

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Buruma looked up as the door opened and an unconscious Vejiita was brought in. She stood up and watched as Goku set the limp Saiyajin down on the cold floor. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her friend. "What is the meaning of this, Son-kun?" she demanded.

 

"Sorry, Buruma-san," he said, scratching his head and backing out of the room. "You and Vejiita need to learn to get along. So, for the next two weeks you'll be locked in this room. Vejiita can't blast out of it and not even your genius can get you out of it. There is food to last you and water for bathing, stuff like that. A bed to sleep. We're on Kami's Lookout; so trust me when I say you can't get out of it. If after two weeks you still aren't getting along, you'll be kept in here until you two do. Understand?"

 

"Son-kun! This isn't funny! Vejiita will kill me!"

 

Goku shook his head. "No. I don't think so. Remember, two weeks alone in this one room. See ya!" He closed the door with a soft click and to Buruma's shock, it disappeared. She cursed under her breath and looked around the room. A bathtub, a toilet, a refrigerator, a few cupboards, a dresser, a kitchen table with two chairs, and one large bed. She glowered at that. Only one bed? This is going to be hell! How can Son-kun do this to me! Vejiita is going to have kittens when he wakes up. No training, nothing for two weeks? He'll go insane and take me along with him! She cursed again.

 

Vejiita moaned and moved slightly. Buruma walked over to him and knelt beside his sprawled body. "Vejiita?"

 

He blinked his eyes open and scowled at her. "Where the hell is Kakarotto!? I will kill the idiot!" he raged and stood up angrily only to look around the room in confusion. "Where are we?"

 

She backed away from him, putting the table between them before answering. "Son-kun said that you and I are locked in here for two weeks."

 

"WHAT?!" he roared, powering up, his blue aura flickering brightly with his rage.

 

She ducked behind the table. "It's not my fault, idiot! He said you and I have to get along and we won't get out of here unless we do that. The room is ki proof, also. We're stuck here, Vejiita."

 

"That low-class, hard-headed fool!" he screamed and threw a small ki blast at a wall, only to find it absorbed as if it was never there. He glowered at the wall and continued throwing blasts at it as Buruma stood watching silently.

 

A few hours later, Vejiita was kneeling in front of the wall, panting. Sweat rolled off his dark skin and his fists clenched as he continued to beat weakly at the wall. Buruma continued to watch the Saiyajin from the other side of the room, having long since sat down to lean against the wall. "Are you done?" she asked nervously.

 

He grunted.

 

"Hungry?"

 

He nodded almost meekly.

 

She stood up and walked over to the refrigerator, finding it very well stocked with food that needed little preparations. She scowled. What the hell are we suppose to do for two weeks? Sit and stare at each other? I'll kill Son-kun myself! She pulled out a few dozen pre-made sandwiches and set them on the large table, setting aside one for herself. She glanced over at Vejiita, who was leaning his forehead against the wall. "Here." When he didn't move, Buruma walked over and kneeled beside him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, gasping as he flinched violently away. "What's wrong?" she asked in confusion. Sure, she didn't exactly enjoy this little situation, but Vejiita was acting as though his life was ending.

 

"What is wrong?" he repeated weakly. "How can you ask that? I am stuck in one room for two weeks with you!"

 

She glared at the oblivious Saiyajin. "Look, I'm not any happier about this but there isn't exactly much we can do about it. I've decided to just make the best of it. After all, how hard can it be?"

 

He glanced at her sharply. "How hard? Look around, Onna! There is one bed. A bathtub with no curtain. A damn toilet just hanging around in the middle of the floor! No other room in this fucking place. No privacy! No away time! No fucking training!" he roared angrily.

 

She flinched. "I know I'm not your favorite person, Vejiita, but it won't be that bad. We do live together."

 

He growled. "Yes, but then I could just leave when you annoy me with your constant bitching! I can go into another room, I can train! Anything! Here, I will not be able to escape you. I would have rather had that soft idiot kill me," he groaned and banged his head against the wall.

 

Buruma backed away from him. "Fine. I won't say a word to you." She left him alone and sat at the table. Truly told, his words stung. She didn't think he hated her that much. She picked up her sandwich and began eating it silently, attempting to blink back her tears. Damn Saiyajin. I'm not that horrible. It's not as if staying here with him is going to be easy on me! He's rude, arrogant, selfish, mean, and evil!

 

She glanced up as Vejiita sat beside her at the table, eating his share of the sandwiches. He was silently and before long, the sandwiches were only a memory. She polished off hers silently and moved to leave the table but stopped when Vejiita cleared his throat. She looked at him questioningly.

 

He frowned and stood up, crossing his arms. "You can talk."

 

Shaking her head, Buruma moved over to the large bed.

 

"Damn it, Onna!" he cursed her and walked over to her and grabbed her arm, swinging her around to face him. "I didn't mean it like I said it."

 

She stared at him a moment and shrugged. She lay down on the huge bed, crawling under the blankets and closed her eyes. She had nothing else to do.

 

Vejiita glared at her. "Onna!" When she didn't answer, he pulled the covers away from her and turned her over to face him. He felt her flinch away from him and scowled. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

 

She slapped him hard, furious at his complete heartless attitude. "I am stuck here with you and you act as if you are the one that is suffering and I want to be stuck alone with you! I am stuck in the room with a murdering bastard who could kill me without effort! And you are the one that's being tortured?" She turned away angrily. "I'm taking a nap. There isn't anything else to do for me. Damn it, I just wish I had some paper or something! I could work on formulas or plan out new inventions. Go away, Vejiita." She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, very conscious of the Saiyajin who continued to stare at her.

 

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Buruma woke up to find Vejiita doing pushups on the floor. She glanced at him curiously and watched him silently for a few moments. "How many?"

 

He glanced at her, not slowing in his workout. "12,345."

 

She snorted and continued to watch him. "You haven't broken a sweat," she remarked.

 

"I know. Working out in Earth's gravity is worthless."

 

Buruma sighed and snuggled into the soft bed. "This is going to be boring."

 

Vejiita snorted and stopped his pushups, lying on his stomach on the floor. He put his hands under his chin and closed his eyes. "It is about time for dinner, Onna."

 

She groaned and looked at her watch to find it was almost nine. "Wow, I slept quite a long time."

 

Another snort answered her.

 

"You know, this is the longest conversation we had without fighting," she commented in surprise.

 

Vejiita grunted in agreement and Buruma rolled her eyes. She stretched and got out of the comfortable bed, padding quietly around the Saiyajin laying on the floor, and made her way to the large refrigerator. She opened it and quickly decided on the large pasta dish. She pulled it out and looked in the cupboards until she came across the one that held the bowls, pulling two out. She rustled up a couple utensils and dished some into the smaller bowls. Setting them on the table, she took her seat and looked to see Vejiita rising to join her. She ate quickly, surprised to find herself finished before the Saiyajin. Even with the massive amounts he usual ate, he was always done before her.

 

"What's wrong, Vejiita?"

 

He scowled at her. "Nothing."

 

She shrugged and rose to wash her dishes. She took Vejiita's when he was done and washed those as well, before she turned to look over the large room they both would be stuck in for the next two weeks. She frowned thoughtfully before addressing Vejiita. "Vejiita?"

 

"Hn?"

 

"I think we should decide on some ground rules. To make things easier on both of us."

 

He nodded and waited at the table for her to continue.

 

"First, there is only one bed. The floor would be absolute torture to sleep on. I propose we share it. It's large enough and if we both stick to our sides, it shouldn't be that big of a problem. Deal?" He nodded and she continued. "Another problem, the bathtub. It's just out in the open like that and I know you don't care if you are seen bathing, but I do. I think it would be best that if one were to bathe the other will keep his or her back to the general area. As well as using the toilet. Agreed?" Another nod. "Good. We are both very stubborn and tend to get angry easily so I suggest we keep our insults to a minimum, otherwise it could just aggravate the problem. I'll be polite to you and in turn, you'll be polite to me. Agreed?" He scowled but again nodded. "Can you think of anything else?"

 

Vejiita crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, thoughtfully. "I will continue to train, or what little I can do in here, I do not want you to disturb me."

 

"Yes, that's fine. I'll only interrupt you when it's time to eat. Also, no killing me and I won't attempt to attack you, okay?"

 

He smirked at her.

 

She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. "I'm serious, Vejiita."

 

"Feh. Fine."

 

She smiled at him. "How about we have separate sections. I'll take the kitchen area when I want to be away from you, you take the bedroom area."

 

"Fine."

 

She looked at the floor. "I am going to bed then. It's almost ten now and it will help to pass the time." She walked towards the dresser, opening it curiously. She found a short nightgown and that was it. She frowned thoughtfully. That's weird. She shrugged mentally and turned to look at the Saiyajin. He was watching her, his face expressionless as usual. "Can you turn your back?"

 

He rolled his eyes and turned away.

 

She slipped out of her clothes and threw on the sheer nightgown. Looking down at herself, she frowned. It's too revealing. Her cleavage was shown quite clearly, the gown barely covering her ample chest. It fell just passed her bottom, showing off her long legs. She put her worn clothes atop the dresser, frowning. I need to brush my hair. Damn it. She opened a drawer and found to her shock, exactly what she wanted. A brush. "That's weird," she commented softly.

 

"What?"

 

"Sorry, you can look now. I was thinking about needing a brush and opened the drawer and there it was."

 

He arched an eyebrow at her but didn't comment. He quickly took in her scantily clad form and she blushed at the attention but decided not to mention it. She quickly brushed her blue tresses and crawled into the bed. Closing her eyes, she attempted to drift into dreamland, only to be snatched back as the bed shifted under another person's weight. She opened her eyes to find Vejiita crawling into bed beside her. As soon as both were in the bed, the lights went out and she blinked in surprise. "This place is giving me the creeps," she remarked dryly.

 

Vejiita snorted.

 

Rolling her eyes, she wiggled around until she found a comfortable spot and settled in. "Good night, Vejiita," she whispered and closed her eyes, falling promptly to sleep.

 

Vejiita turned on his side, facing her. He watched her silently for a few moments as she slept. "You will destroy me, Onna," he murmured before following her example and slept.

 

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AN: I don't really like this chapter. O_o;

 

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