Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thin Lines ❯ Day Two ( Chapter 2 )

Thin Lines

By Selenity Jade

Day Two

 

Disclaimer: Don't own. You know the drill.

 

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Buruma opened an eye as the lights turned on, squinting at the brightness. She slowly opened the other to find Vejiita walking towards the toilet. She groaned and hid her head under the large comforter. "Vejiita! Turn off the lights!" she hollered at him irritably.

 

He snorted. "I did not turn them on," he told her gruffly.

 

Then she heard the sound of water hitting water and rolled her eyes under the blanket. "Do you mind?" she snapped.

 

"I had to piss. It's not my fault we do not have a private area for that!"

 

She grumbled and attempted to go back to sleep, but the light was irritating her as well as the soft little sounds of Vejiita getting dressed. "I want to sleep," she whined. "What time is it?"

 

"A quarter to five," he told her.

 

She curled up tighter into the blankets, whimpering. "In the morning?! Do you have to get up this early?"

 

"Yes."

 

She growled and poked her head out of the covers, blushing when she caught a glimpse of his bare ass as he put on his spandex. She pulled her head back and cursed herself and him silently. "You could have warned me," she said.

 

"What?"

 

"That you're getting dressed, idiot!"

 

He chuckled. "Get a view, did you? How was it?"

 

"Passable," she mumbled, embarrassed.

 

"Just passable?"

 

"You're teasing!" she exclaimed in shock.

 

He snorted.

 

She groaned again. "Vejiita, can't you please sleep a little longer?"

 

"No."

 

"How about you lie in bed so I can sleep a little longer?"

 

"No."

 

"Why?" she wailed.

 

"Get up, Onna. I want breakfast!"

 

She poked her head out, breathing a sigh of relief when she found him completely dressed. "At home, you never get your breakfast until nine," she pointed out.

 

"So? I'm up; you're up. Get me food, Onna."

 

"The refrigerator is right there."

 

"Onna..." he growled.

 

"Fine!" she snapped and rose out of the bed, attempting to cover her flimsily dressed body, much to Vejiita's open amusement. "Knock it off!"

 

"Why?"

 

She rolled her eyes and pulled a sheet off the bed, wrapping it around herself, and padded towards the kitchen area. She sleepily blinked at the food inside, and grabbed various fruits out of the refrigerator. She then made a quick batch of toast, prepared two bowls of cereal, and set them out. She sat in a chair, munching thoughtfully at her breakfast. She glanced up when Vejiita joined her. She ignored him and continued to eat. He mumbled something that Buruma didn't catch and she looked at him curiously. "What?"

 

He mumbled a little louder.

 

"Vejiita, I can't hear you," she told him.

 

He growled. "Stupid humans and their weak hearing! I said thank you!"

 

She blinked and stared at him opened-mouthed.

 

He scowled at her. "What?"

 

"You just... thanked me!" she gasped.

 

He grunted and resumed eating. She hid a smile and followed suit, getting rid of both their dishes when they finished. She sighed longingly. "I want a bath, Vejiita."

 

"You do not need my permission."

 

"I know that! But would you mind training over there with your back to the tub? Please?" she pleaded.

 

He rolled his eyes, but complied. Buruma smirked and rummaged in the dresser, finding two large towels. She set them beside the tub and stripped nervously, keeping an eye on Vejiita. She really would have liked a nice, long soak, but she really wasn't comfortable without privacy. She quickly cleansed herself and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her head, and another around her slender body. She again looked through the dresser and found, to her surprise, a pretty blue dress, undergarments, and a beautiful pair of sandals. She donned the clothing and shoes, and brushed her hair happily. When she was finished, she coughed to get Vejiita's attention. "I'm done."

 

"I do not care."

 

"You really are antisocial."

 

"You think?" he flipped sarcastically.

 

"Why?"

 

He glanced at her, stopping his pushups for a moment. "What?"

 

"Why are you such a loner?"

 

He looked at her as if she might have asked him if he was in love with Furiza. "I think that it would be obvious."

 

"Not to me."

 

"Then you are stupider than I thought."

 

"Well, humor me."

 

"Feh. Fine. I do not like people. They are all chattering, nosy, weak, little fools. I like being alone."

 

"Do you really?"

 

"Of course!"

 

She shrugged and sat at the dining table. She put her head in her hands and sighed. "I wish I had my laptop," she said wistfully.

 

Suddenly, a loud pop was heard and Buruma blinked as her laptop appeared on the table in front of her. Vejiita glanced over at the sound. "I'm scared, Vejiita..."

 

He glared at her. "Why?"

 

"Well, I don't really like the idea of having things just pop out of nowhere when I comment on things... Makes me feel as though I'm being spied on."

 

He laughed cruelly. "You are such a weakling. It is that old Namek's floating island, idiot. No one is spying on us. It is just the magic of this stupid room."

 

"Are you sure no one is spying on us?"

 

Scowling, he returned to his exercises. "Of course."

 

She shrugged and opened her laptop, happily finding the files on her latest project and proceeded to get to work, tuning out a certain Saiyajin no Ouji, who was semi-contentedly working out on the other side of the room.

 

x

 

"Onna!"

 

"What?"

 

"I... I wish a favor," he mumbled.

 

She blinked at her laptop screen a few moments before his words sank in. She glanced at him in surprise. "Huh?"

 

"Working out in this pathetic gravity is pointless."

 

"Um, I'd love to help Vejiita, but even if I could - somehow - make this room's gravity higher, I couldn't survive in it."

 

"I know that!" he snapped.

 

"Um, okay," she murmured. "What did you need then?"

 

"Do you think we could find some weights or something?"

 

She blinked. "I don't know. Try wishing for them..."

 

He growled. "I wish for some training weights!" he snapped to the air. After a few moments when nothing happened, he glared at her. "Now what?"

 

"Maybe you could move the bed on top of you..."

 

He got up, walked towards the bed and examined it. He attempted to lift it and to both of their surprise, it wouldn't budge. He snarled.

 

"Seems the furniture is also protected," she commented. "Try something else." He did. He tried to move the refrigerator, the table, the tub, the dresser, and hell, even the toilet. Nothing. "Um, well, the only other option is a chair. These move at least."

 

He glanced at her as if she was crazy. "These pathetic things weigh, maybe, three pounds a piece."

 

She shrugged. "Well, unless I sit on you, you're out of luck," she told him and went back to her laptop, typing furiously. After a few moments, she glanced up to find Vejiita staring at her from across the table. "What?"

 

He scowled. "Will you sit on me?"

 

She blinked. Twice. "I don't know if I've been insulted or not..." she murmured quietly. "I only weigh 110 pounds, Vejiita."

 

He shrugged. "It is 110 pounds more than I am lifting at the moment."

 

She eyed him warily for a few moments, deciding whether or not he was serious. "Let me get this straight. You want me to sit on you while you do pushups?"

 

He nodded and then as an afterthought, "You are fat enough."

 

She flipped him off. "You should be nice to people when you are asking them for a favor, jackass."

 

"Why? You have nothing better to do."

 

"I do so! I'm working!"

 

"Bring it with you."

 

Her eyebrows rose. "Huh?"

 

"I have seen you work on that contraption with the worst possible distractions and not complain. You are telling me you cannot use it while you are on my back?"

 

She glared at him. "Fine!" She grabbed her laptop and followed Vejiita into the bedroom area. He laid on the floor, motioning her to get on him. "Do you want me to just sit?"

 

He nodded.

 

She shrugged and sat on his back, cross-legged. She set the laptop on her knees. "Ready!"

 

He snorted and moved. After a few pushups, she got her balance and proceeded to type into her laptop, surprised that Vejiita's movements were as smooth as they were. He didn't jar her at all and she was almost able to forget that she was sitting on him.

 

After a couple hours, Buruma's stomach reminded her it was time to eat. She glanced at her watch in shock. After noon already? "Vejiita?" She moved her neck, trying to stretch out the kinks.

 

"Hn." His bare back was displaying a thin layer of sweat.

 

"I think it's time for lunch," she told him.

 

"Hn." He continued doing his pushups.

 

"Are you going to stop?"

 

"Hn."

 

"Um, okay." She stretched, hearing a slight pop in her back, and sighed. She leaned back a little too far and she lost balance, falling onto his back. He ignored her and continued with his exercises. Buruma mentally shrugged and set her laptop on the floor beside her moving chair, and settled comfortably on her back, her head resting cozily between the back of his shoulder and his neck.

 

"What are you doing?" he grunted irritably.

 

"My back hurts from sitting like that for so long. Since you aren't stopping, I figured I'd lie down."

 

"I am not a damn bed."

 

"I noticed. Beds don't move. Nor are they as rude. Besides, you are the one that wanted me as a weight."

 

"At least then you were quiet," he commented.

 

She scowled but didn't answer that. "Hey, Vejiita?"

 

"Hn."

 

"We're getting along, right?"

 

"Hn."

 

"Do you suppose they would let us out early if we keep this up?"

 

"We can dream."

 

She sighed. "Yeah, he did say two weeks. Not less. Only more if we are still fighting."

 

"Onna?"

 

"What?"

 

"Shut up!"

 

She humphed and crossed her arms. His soft panting as he continued his pushups lulled her into a half-sleep as she waited for him to stop for lunch. She was rudely awakened by a cramp in her leg and tried to move it a little, ending up placing it on his upper thighs. His sharp intake of breath was the only comment, but she was a little amused to note he was starting to breath faster. So, he isn't as unaffected by me as he says. Ugly, am I? Fat? Right, Vejiita.

 

After a few more minutes, she stretched her the other leg, placing the foot on his other upper thigh. Right below his rear. He tensed underneath her, but didn't comment. She grinned and stretched herself out on him, back to back. He was wider than she was, of course, and a tad bit taller too. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to pull this off without having feet or head hanging off him. When he didn't react, she frowned.

 

"Stop wiggling," he ordered.

 

"Sorry, but I'm cramped up! Here, I'll just move once more to get comfortable and then you can finish, okay?"

 

"Hn."

 

He paused in his pushups, allowing her to flip herself over, to lie on his back on her stomach. She placed her arms over the back of his shoulders, laying her head on them. She could feel the slight tremble of his body and grinned. "Okay, done. Proceed."

 

He grunted again and resumed. Much to Buruma's amusement, he seemed to have sped up. Must have a set number he wants to get done. She felt his muscles flex beneath her bare arms, and found, to her chagrin, that it was not only affecting him but her as well. She debated quickly about getting off of him before she got too worked up, but decided that it would be much more fun to play with the unshakable Saiyajin no Ouji. She repressed the urge to giggle and sighed loudly instead. "What?" he grunted.

 

"Are you almost done?"

 

He grunted an affirmative. She smiled and laid her head on his bare shoulder, earning herself a start and a rippling muscle. Encouraged, she snuggled into the crook of his neck and was satisfied to find he had lost his smooth movements for a moment before he picked it up again. She smothered a grin and wrapped her arms around his neck, causing him to stop completely. "W-what the hell are you doing?"

 

"You're moving around so much, thought I'd hold on."

 

"Let go."

 

"No," she giggled and hugged his neck.

 

"Now."

 

"No," she purred seductively.

 

"Yes," he growled, his voice slightly nervous.

 

"Nope." She sighed happily and closed her eyes, her body pressing closer to his back. She could feel his sharp hiss of surprise and nuzzled him.

 

That little action caused the poor Saiyajin no Ouji to snap and his arms folded, causing him to collapse onto his stomach. She rolled off him and went to rise, but found herself pinned by a very irate Saiyajin. "What the hell were you doing?!" he demanded.

 

She stared into his intense gaze, her mouth suddenly drying as she realized what position they were in. Vejiita was straddling her waist, holding her to the ground by her shoulders, his face only a few centimeters away. His eyes held something forbidden within them, and Buruma shuddered slightly. He wasn't really angry; he was more disturbed. And afraid. She blinked. Vejiita was afraid? Of her? She shrugged. "Nothing, Vejiita."

 

He snorted and watched her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers. She stared back curiously. "Why are you not afraid of me?" he whispered gruffly.

 

She started. "Why would I be?"

 

He blinked. "Onna, have you forgotten just who and what I am?"

 

She shook her head slowly. "No. I remember exactly who you are, Vejiita."

 

"Then why do you not fear me?" he demanded softly.

 

"You've never given me a reason to."

 

"Of course I have! I tried to kill your friends, idiot. Tried to destroy your planet. Hell, I threaten your life on a daily basis. I almost killed you the other day and that is what got us into this mess!"

 

"You wouldn't have killed me," she stated confidently.

 

"I thought I was going to kill you!"

 

"You wouldn't have."

 

"How the hell do you know?"

 

"Because you like me."

 

He started visibly and glanced at her sharply. "Whatever gave you that stupid idea?"

 

"You talk to me."

 

"So?"

 

"When do you ever say anything to anyone else unless you absolutely have to?"

 

"That doesn't prove anything, Onna."

 

"Plus, you actually listen to me when no one else would ever get you to do something."

 

"Oh, really? Like what, idiot?"

 

"Like when you returned from space. I told you to shower and you did."

 

He growled, lowering his face to hers again. "I was just not in the mood to get your blood all over me."

 

"Right, Vejiita." She gazed up at him.

 

"I do not like you!" he hissed.

 

She smiled. "Want to prove it?"

 

"How?" he asked, confused.

 

She smiled impishly. She reached up and pulled his head to her, crushing her lips to his. She could feel his complete shock, but it wasn't more than a half second before he responded, devouring her. His hands moved from her shoulders to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. Buruma almost felt lost in the incredibly raw, hungry passion he displayed in that one kiss. It was frightening in its intensity. The complete need she felt from him surprised her.

 

Just as suddenly as it began, it ended, with Vejiita clear across the room, panting softly, watching her with wide eyes. She smiled but decided not to tease him. Something isn't right with him... She quickly stood up, straightening her dress, and walked towards the table, ignoring Vejiita. "What do you want for lunch?" she asked.

 

"Food," he grunted softly, his voice strange.

 

"As usual."

 

x

 

Buruma sighed longingly and shut her laptop. She glanced over at the silent Saiyajin, frowning in confusion. "What are you doing?"

 

"Meditating."

 

"Oh." She shrugged and prepared dinner.

 

When she had completed it, she walked up beside Vejiita, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder. He flinched away from her, glaring up at her angrily. She glared back. "What?" he demanded.

 

"I thought you'd want dinner, but if you're going to be that way," she said flippantly and walked towards the table, a sedated Vejiita following behind her.

 

She sat and ate quietly, wondering about her companion's strange behavior. When he first came to Earth, or rather, the second time he came to Earth, he acted as if he hated her. He would always yell and insult her. He was rude, arrogant, heartless, selfish, just to name a few wonderful qualities. Yet, she had to admit, she was the only person he would spend an extended amount of time with. The others, he would avoid as if they had the plague. She shrugged mentally. He must like fighting with her. Now, they were stuck in this room for two full weeks, and it was only the second day. And they kissed.

 

She sighed inaudibly, picking lightly at her food. The kiss was one of the most confusing things she had ever experienced. She had kissed a quite a few guys in her life, Yamucha being one of them, and he wasn't a slouch at kissing, either. But with Vejiita, it was wonderful, she had to admit. He tasted heavenly. She repressed a giggle at that thought. Vejiita should not be described by that word. He was many things, but heavenly wasn't one of them. She shook her head. That wasn't the problem. The kiss was the problem. She was surprised, hell, shocked to her very core, with the raw emotions she felt in that kiss. Almost animalistic. She felt as though she had glimpsed a part of his soul then. The kiss radiated with raw hunger, need, possessiveness, desire, and yet there was also rage, fear, pain, hatred, and evil. He was so dark and the very power of his emotions was frightening. She knew that if she got too close, she was sure to be burned by him.

 

She blinked at a sudden realization. He attacked fighting with a passion many envied. He hated fiercely. He feels so intensely about everything. About fighting, especially. And that kiss just reinforced that fact. He was intense and passionate about everything. She glanced at the silent warrior across from her and watched him eat for a few moments. Well, she amended, everything he allowed himself to feel.

 

He attacked his food with a single-mindedness that only Goku could emulate, but it was only slightly neater. At least Vejiita got most of it in his mouth. He radiated pride and arrogance with every action or movement. He was, truly told, a prince. His very body screamed out, "I am royalty!" Yet, his soul, inside his eyes, screamed out his loneliness, his pain, sadness, and hate. He was truly a dark prince. A lonely, dark man who had seen too much in his life to be anything else. No wonder Goku feels the need to change what he was. That and the pure strength of his will was amazing. But Goku was wrong. Vejiita would never be anything but dark inside. He was too damaged inside to be anything else. Yet Buruma could feel that maybe, someday, he wouldn't hate everyone so much. And just maybe, he'd be semi-content with his life.

 

"What are you staring at?" he growled, glaring up at her.

 

She blinked and realized she had spaced off, Vejiita was just now finishing his meal. She blushed and mumbled out a quick, "nothing."

 

"Am I that fascinating?" he sneered angrily.

 

She glanced at him sharply. He was trying to bait her into a fight. She held his eyes for a few moments. He was angry. Very, very angry. With her and with himself. His eyes also held pain. Soul-rending pain and loneliness, fear, hate. He was hurting and the only way he knew how to express it was to fight with her. She found herself immensely surprised that she could read him so well; she had never bothered to before. Now that she was looking for it, she could read most of what lay within his dark soul. She sighed and obliged him. Maybe it would make him feel better. "Actually, yes. I've never seen a monkey eat so much before," she drawled, rising from the table.

 

He snarled. "Look who is talking, Onna. It is amazing I keep my appetite eating at the same table as someone as hideously ugly as you are."

 

She whirled around, eyes snapping. "I'll have you know, I am very, very, very beautiful, jackass. But you probably don't know beauty, anyway. You did, after all, live with Furiza and that lizard wouldn't know taste if it bit him on the ass." She stalked away from him angrily. "I hope you feel better, but right now, I'm tired and would like to sleep, asshole. After all, you got me up at four forty-five this morning! Yell at yourself for awhile." She walked over to the dresser, found another flimsy nightgown, and glared at Vejiita to turn around. He smirked but did so, and Buruma was soon dressed for bed. She crawled into bed, burying her head under the covers. "Night!" she snapped.

 

She heard a grunt and then the water in the bathtub running. She sighed and closed her eyes sadly. Maybe these two weeks would be good for them. Maybe, by the end of it, they could be friends. He looked like he needed one. She felt bad for him, truly told. He would never be good or kind, but maybe, she could help him hate less. She drifted off to sleep, waking only when she felt the bed compress under his weight when he joined her.

 

"Onna?"

 

"Hmmm?"

 

"What time do you want to get up tomorrow?" he asked gruffly.

 

She blinked and rolled over to face him. "Huh?"

 

"You heard me."

 

"Um, I usually get up at eight-thirty..."

 

"Fine," he grunted and closed his eyes.

 

She studied his profile for a while, blushing when his eyes snapped open to glare at her. "Sorry," she whispered.

 

"What the hell are you staring at?" he snapped.

 

"Nothing, Vejiita. I was just thinking."

 

"Don't hurt yourself," he drawled, closing his eyes again.

 

"Ha ha," she said sarcastically. She frowned thoughtfully. "Vejiita?"

 

"Hn."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

He opened an eye to look at her. "For?"

 

She smiled softly. "For kissing you like that. I'm sorry." He growled and turned away from her, surprising Buruma. She blinked. "What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing!"

 

"I just apologized and you got mad at me," she murmured, hurt. "I'm sorry I kissed you and I'm sorry I apologized!" she exclaimed and turned away, her eyes moist. She wouldn't let him see her cry, damn it! He'd only hurt her more. She continued to sob silently into the pillow, careful to keep herself from shaking.

 

"What the hell is your problem?" he barked.

 

"What?"

 

"You are crying. Why?"

 

"How the hell do you know that?"

 

"I can hear it and I can feel your pathetic trembling."

 

"Sorry."

 

"Do not fucking apologize! Why the hell are you crying?"

 

"You hurt my feelings," she muttered.

 

"How? I always insult you. You have never cried before."

 

"I don't apologize often and it hurt when you refused it."

 

He growled softly and leaned up in the bed, pushing her around to face him. "I did not refuse it, idiot."

 

"But you didn't say anything!"

 

"I am angry."

 

She snorted. "You're always angry. I know you were angry at me for kissing you and I thought I should apologize."

 

"Did you regret it?" he asked softly, his eyes boring into hers.

 

She blinked. "No, but-"

 

"Then do not fucking apologize. It did not kill me."

 

"But you were so mad at me..."

 

"I was not mad at you, I was angry with myself."

 

"Oh."

 

"It might still kill me," he began thoughtfully. "Who knows what kind of diseases you carry around..."

 

"Hey!"

 

"Kissing you was the most disgusting thing," he said flippantly.

 

"You don't kiss that wonderful yourself, ass!" she snapped and turned away.

 

"Yes. I think I do," he grunted and smirked, turning to lie away from her. Soon the only sound was from Vejiita's soft purring snores.

 

x

 

AN: Thanks, Freya, for the idea!

 

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