Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thin Lines ❯ Day Three ( Chapter 3 )

Thin Lines

By Selenity Jade

Day Three

 

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

 

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Buruma blinked as she came out of her slumber, her eyes growing wide as she saw her fellow captive lying on his back beside her. "Vejiita?" she asked.

 

"Hn."

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"Nothing."

 

"Oh." She stretched curled herself tighter into the blanket beside him. "What time is it?"

 

He frowned softly. "Almost 12:30."

 

She sat up quickly. "In the afternoon?" she squeaked.

 

He nodded slightly.

 

She stared at him open mouthed. "But... I didn't make breakfast or anything!"

 

He snorted. "I know."

 

"Why did you let me sleep that long!? And the lights didn't come on?" She looked around, noticing how dark it was in there.

 

"No. I did not leave the bed, so they did not come on."

 

"Are you hungry?"

 

He glanced at her. "That is the stupidest question you have asked me yet, Onna. Of course I am hungry!"

 

She blinked. "Okay," she muttered and crawled out of bed, completely forgetting the flimsy nightgown she was wearing left very little to the imagination. She could feel his eyes burning a hole in her backside and she smothered a chuckle. "What do you want to eat?" she asked over her shoulder, strolling over to the refrigerator.

 

She heard him grunt, "whatever."

 

She rolled her eyes. "You are so much help," she drawled, opening the refrigerator. She scanned the inside and pulled out the milk, juice, eggs, bacon, and some fruit. She quickly set up to fry him a quick, if somewhat large, breakfast. When she had finished, she placed his plate in front of Vejiita, who had moved to the table, in his boxers she noticed, while she was cooking. "Coffee, juice, or milk?"

 

He scowled at her, his mouth full. She rolled her eyes and poured him some juice. The idiot was a complete health nut. No coffee for him. That was what the scowl was for. She sat down beside him, not across from him, much to his open surprise, and Buruma was thankful for the food that was in his mouth. He didn't yell or comment on it. She sighed softly and began to eat her breakfast slowly.

 

She soon fidgeted in her seat and glanced at him, finding him giving her a hard stare. "What?" she asked after swallowing her eggs.

 

He gave her a strange look she couldn't read and stood up, deposited his plate and glass in the sink, and walked towards the 'bathroom' area. She averted her gaze, praying that he wasn't going to use the toilet while she was eating. She glanced down at her meal and frowned. Now she wasn't hungry. She sighed and stood up, did their dishes, and turned to take a long bath, only to find the bathtub occupied. She blushed and turned around swiftly. "Vejiita!! You could have said something!"

 

She heard his chuckle. "I figured the running water was a dead giveaway," he told her, his deep voice filled with amusement.

 

"Well, I didn't hear it, okay?"

 

He snorted. "Then your hearing is worse than most humans," he told her.

 

She growled.

 

"Wow, that sounded interesting, Onna. Do it again?" he teased.

 

She blinked. "Vejiita, you egotistical jackass!"

 

"Psycho bitch."

 

"Monster."

 

"Oh, ouch... that really, and I mean really, hurt," he drawled before throwing out his own insult. "Whore."

 

She glowered at the wall she was facing. "Murderer."

 

He chuckled. "That was not much better. What is wrong, Onna? Cannot get in the mood?" She could feel him smirk at her. "Stupid, loud, ugly weakling."

 

She rounded on him and stalked over to the running shower. She yanked back the curtain and glowered at the wide-eyed Saiyajin. "Stupid? Loud? Ugly? Weakling?" She pulled her fist back and punched him in the jaw as hard as she could. "How's that for weakling!" she snarled.

 

He blinked in complete bafflement and put a hand over the spot where she had decked him. He looked down at her in mute surprise and grudging admiration. He then shook his head violently and scowled. "Nice, Onna. But you will have to do better than that. I did not even feel it," he mocked with a smirk. He then picked her up, pulled her into the shower with him, and turned the hot water off with one hand, leaving them both in an ice cold shower.

 

She shrieked and tried to get out from the freezing spray, only to be held securely under it by Vejiita's strong arm around her waist. She snarled. "Let me go!"

 

He laughed. "You needed to cool down."

 

"You cock sucking, pussy-whipped, bastard son of a monkey!" she screamed as she thrashed against him, trying to get away.

 

He started and looked down at her. "Onna? What is wrong?"

 

The change was so sudden she stopped her struggles and curses, looking up at him in surprise.

 

"You are bitchier than normal and way too easy to bait. What is wrong?"

 

She was silent for a few moments and then she grinned sheepishly at him. "I am, aren't I?"

 

He nodded.

 

"Sorry," she muttered. "Maybe it's PMS or something."

 

He blinked. "I do not want to know what that is," he muttered.

 

She cocked her head at him. "What difference does it make to you? We always fight, bitchy, PMSy, whatever."

 

"I do not care," he told her.

 

"Then why ask?" she asked.

 

He scowled. "I do not like fighting with you when you are that bad. I like verbal spars, not cat fights."

 

"Awww. Did I hurt you with those names?" she teased cruelly.

 

He snorted. "Oh, yeah. Real painful."

 

She growled. "Can you let go now? I'm fucking freezing!"

 

He started. He had completely forgotten that they were in the shower. He looked down at her, and to his absolute horror, he had to repress a blush. Him! He couldn't even remember the last time he had blushed. Hell, he didn't even know it was possible! He was proud, somewhere in the back of his mind that his blush didn't show on his dark skin. She was dressed in that flimsy sleeping garment... which wasn't very modest to begin with and now left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

 

Buruma blinked when she noticed his odd look and blushed immediately as she remembered his state of undress. Showering naked with him was not one of her plans today. She cursed herself and tried to pull away.

 

Vejiita snapped out of his self-induced daze and blinked down at her. She was looking away from him; blushing so bad, it reached her hair. He smirked faintly, but didn't release her when she tried to pull away. "Want some hot water?" he asked slyly.

 

She started. "What?"

 

"You heard me. You said you were cold."

 

"I meant that I wanted to get out of the shower... Don't you want to finish yours?"

 

He shrugged and reached around her to turn on the hot water, smirking at her when she sighed happily at the heat. "You are already wet." He paused and looked into her eyes. He lifted his free hand and brushed a wet aqua curl from her forehead absently. "Do you always look good?" he asked softly in his gruff voice.

 

"Huh?"

 

He shook his head suddenly and stepped away from her. He crossed his arms and looked at her silently for a few moments, studying her.

 

"What?" she asked self-consciously.

 

He grunted softly. "Nothing."

 

"Then why are you staring at me?" she demanded.

 

"Why are you staring at me?"

 

She blushed and averted her gaze from him. He smirked. "You're naked!"

 

"Never seen someone naked before?" he teased.

 

She blushed harder and scowled. "Of course! I saw Son-kun naked when he was little! Just... not... a man," she said softly.

 

He blinked. "What about that scarred human? He is your mate or soon-to-be mate or something."

 

She glared at him. "No, I haven't! As if it's any of your business!"

 

"You have never... mated him?" he asked in confusion. He was sure they had. The human's scent was often all over her, they'd go into her room late at night, and he would leave well into the morning... What else would they have been doing?

 

"No! I'm still a goddamn virgin! Happy?!"

 

"Why?"

 

She growled softly. "Because! I didn't.... damn it! It is none of your business why I don't fuck him!"

 

Vejiita chuckled. "Well, I do not care why you do or do not. Just curious as to why you would be with that weak human fool if he was not an abnormally good fuck."

 

"Hey! I'll have you know he has a lot of good qualities."

 

He arched an eyebrow. "I doubt it."

 

"He does! He's nice, sweet, and... He's... got a nice ass!"

 

"That is all?"

 

She growled at him. "No! I just... can't think right now..."

 

He smirked sexily. "Something got you distracted, Onna?"

 

"No! I'm just tired, that's all."

 

He laughed. "Tired my ass! You like what you see and that is what is distracting you."

 

She snorted. "Right," she said sarcastically.

 

He smirked and bent towards her. "Admit it, Onna," he told her softly.

 

She shook her head, leaning away from him.

 

He chuckled. "Come now, Onna. It is really simple. Admit you like seeing me naked, and maybe I will let you be."

 

"Hell no!"

 

He laughed. "I could let you off the hook..." At her hopeful look, he smirked. "If you tell me why you and that moron have not mated yet."

 

She sighed. "As if it is any of your business, idiot, there are many reasons."

 

"Like?" he prompted.

 

"For one, I'm not sure I want to spend the rest of my life with him and I don't want to give away my virginity to just anyone." He arched an eyebrow but stated silent. "Secondly, he cheats." He blinked. "Yes, I'm aware that he does that. I'm not a moron."

 

Blinking, Vejiita turned his sober eyes on her. "Then why put up with it?"

 

Buruma blinked back tears and glanced at the shower floor. "Can we get out first?" she asked then looked at him pointedly. "And get dressed."

 

He shook his head. "I like it here. Tell me then you can go."

 

She grumbled softly before she answered his question. "I guess it's because he's my first boyfriend and it's easier to be with him than with anyone else."

 

"Explain."

 

"Gods, Vejiita. You're nosy today."

 

"Yes. Explain," he ordered gruffly.

 

"He already knows everything about me. He knows about my temper, my moodiness, my intelligence, and he puts up with it. He knows about Son-kun and the others, about their powers because he is one of them. I guess he's safe because I don't have to have secrets. I don't have to pretend all my friends don't save the world or universe a million times over. I don't have to pretend to be interested in something I'm not to impress him. I don't have to rein my temper in because I know he won't leave me because of it."

 

Vejiita cocked his head at her. "That is ridiculous," he stated arrogantly.

 

"Excuse me?"

 

"You stay with that moron only because he is safe and predictable."

 

She looked away. "Yes. I stay with him because at least I'm not alone. And if I left him, I would be."

 

He snorted. "You are stupider than I thought. You will never be alone. You have your pathetic friends."

 

She laughed bitterly. "I don't see them more than every couple months, Vejiita. Son-kun has Chichi. Tenshinhan and Chaotzu have each other, not that I was that close to them. Kuririn is always with Kame-sennin, Turtle, and Oolong. Hell, even Piccolo has Gohan. Yamucha always had Puar. I was always with Yamucha. What do I have if I leave him? He still has Puar. I have no one."

 

He barked a laugh. "Onna, you have your parents."

 

Buruma gave him a strange look. "Have you ever noticed my parents, Vejiita? They are never home. I see them almost less than I see my friends. They didn't care I was off on Namek, alone on some stupid island. I told them the story of our trip there, you know. Told them about being left alone while the planet was being torn apart. Told them about being attacked by you and that green guy. I told them about being left alone as you all went to fight. Do you want to know what they said? That it all turned out okay so it doesn't matter.

 

"I was almost eaten by dinosaurs, my body taken over by a frog, damn near squished by a rock, fell off a cliff, almost got blown up by a blast that I later learned belonged to a very irritated Furiza, attacked by two stupid henchmen after the Dragonball I had, damn near killed by a large crab, stuck alone in a sinking spaceship with an injured Piccolo, praying that I wouldn't have to leave my best friend's son there! Did any of them give a shit that I wasn't okay!? Did any of them care that I almost died numerous times while they were off doing god knows what? Sure, they had problems and almost died, but they at least had a chance to save themselves! They could fly! They could fight! Hell, they knew what the hell was going on! I can't fly, fight, or anything! Any one of those beings on that stupid planet could have killed me! The weakest of them were a danger to me! The only thing I had was a goddamn motorbike!" She collapsed onto the shower floor, sobbing softly.

 

"Sorry, Vejiita, I didn't mean to lay that on you," she whispered. "I guess that was kind of penned up since Namek..." She closed her eyes tightly. "I'm sorry..."

 

He grunted softly and knelt in front of her. "Onna?"

 

"Sorry, I know I'm being emotional and weak, I'm sorry. Just forget what I said, okay?" she said softly.

 

"It is nothing, Onna. You cannot keep shit inside you like that. It only begins to hurt you."

 

She glanced at him in surprise. "Vejiita, you don't have heart to heart's about your feelings... so what do you do?"

 

"I beat it out of me, of course."

 

"Does it actually work?"

 

He shrugged. "It helps some, I suppose. Battles help more. I have never learned another way to let it out."

 

"You know, that's really sad, Vejiita."

 

He shrugged again. "It is what I am." He glanced at her. "I regret bringing up your parents," he told her quietly, in a type of an apology.

 

She smiled faintly. "It's not your fault. I suppose you and I have something in common, though."

 

He arched an eyebrow. "And that would be?"

 

"I don't know what a loving family is and neither do you."

 

He snorted softly. "I guess we do, Onna." He brushed a stray hair off her forehead again. "I still say you are not alone."

 

She snorted. "I am, Vejiita. I'm alone and I always will be. Who'd want a bitch like me as a wife? Even Yamucha doesn't want me that much. And if I leave him, I'll truly never have anyone."

 

He frowned and placed a finger below her chin, lifting it to make her look at him. "You are not alone." He paused with a scowl on his face. "And if you tell anyone this, I swear I will kill you, Onna," he warned softly. "You and I, we are not alone." He cleared his throat. "You have me," he hissed.

 

She gaped at him in surprise. She fumbled for words for a few moments before her mind came up with a weak, "huh?"

 

He scowled. "You heard me, idiot. You have me. I hate this planet, I hate the humans, and I hate those pathetic worthless warriors who Kakarotto calls his friends. I hate everything about this damn place. But you, you I can stand."

 

She continued to gape at him, much to his displeasure. "What?" he snarled. "Is it so hard to believe I actually do not hate everyone?"

 

She shook her head violently. "No, that's not it. I just," she said looking away, "couldn't believe that you would hate them but not hate me. I'm easier to hate than they are," she said sadly.

 

He chuckled and forced her to look at him. "Hardly. You, Onna, have spunk. Intelligence. Courage. And damn it if you do not win half our verbal battles."

 

She blinked up at him. "Thank you," she said softly.

 

"Do not thank me, idiot. I only told the truth." He paused. "I am going to say something again, and if you tell anyone-"

 

"Yeah, I know, you'll kill me, blah, blah, blah."

 

"Yes, you have finally gotten that through your thick head." He coughed softly. "I know I am a mean, cold, rude, arrogant bastard. I did not deserve to be brought back to life, I did not deserve the... invitation to your home, and gods, I do not deserve your trust." He paused again, looking away. "You are not alone. Even without that stupid human not-mate of yours, you will not be alone. I will be... around," he coughed out. "I am still living with you, remember? If nothing else, you can yap my damn ear off, which you usually do anyway." He glanced at her wide eyes again. "Damn, I was never very good with words. I am not going anywhere, Onna. Not for a while, any way. I am here and if I ever go anywhere, I will tell you. I will destroy those tin cans and after that," he shrugged, "I do not know what I am doing, but if nothing else and I decide to destroy this sickening planet, I will take you off it first."

 

She blinked. "Um... that was actually really, really sweet... coming from you, that is." She paused. "In a sick, twisted sort of way."

 

He scowled. "I do nothing that can be taken as 'sweet', Onna. I am merely upholding my honor."

 

"Honor is making you tell me I'm not alone?"

 

He glared at her warningly. "Do. Not. Push. It," he hissed softly. "I do not like words, I do not like... feelings," he spat, "and I do not like these changes that have happened. Honor is not making me say this. Honor is what keeps me from killing you right now for seeing me in a moment of... we-" He growled before spitting out, "Non-strength."

 

She blinked. "Um, you mean weak-"

 

"Do not say it! I am not being weak!"

 

She put up her hands in surrender. "I wasn't saying you were! Really! You can kick my ass any day of the week!"

 

He stared at her as if she was stupid.

 

She sighed. "I know," she said softly.

 

He rolled his eyes. "Onna, what is wrong now? I thought you were feeling better."

 

"Sorry, it's nothing...."

 

"My ass."

 

"Is nice, by the way. You really work all of your muscles when you train, don't you?" she commented prettily, much to Vejiita's open surprise. He blinked. Twice. She smiled weakly. "Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood."

 

"What's wrong?" he asked again.

 

"Do you ever give up?"

 

He looked at her pointedly. "No."

 

"Not that I don't appreciate what you've said, nor am I not happy, because I am. Really, it makes me feel better to know that I'm not alone because of you, but, well, it's stupid," she stuttered out.

 

"Onna, just spit it out. The water is getting cold; I have wasted six good hours of training waiting in bed for you to wake up, and a good two in here. Spit it out."

 

Her head snapped up. "You waited for me to wake up?"

 

He grimaced. That was a slip. "Never mind that, spit it out," he ordered.

 

She sighed. "It's just I'm still not good enough to have someone like Son-kun who loves me like he loves Chichi."

 

He growled. "Onna, who the hell would want someone like Kakarotto?!"

 

She giggled. "I didn't mean I wanted someone like him, I just meant, I'll never have that. I'll never have love like they have. I won't have a family," she whispered sadly.

 

He blinked. "Well, you cannot have a brat if you are not mating," he stated.

 

She slapped at his arm, only found her hand caught by his larger one. "I don't just want a child, Vejiita! I want a husband. Then I would worry about getting pregnant!"

 

He sighed. "Onna, I do not know what the big deal is," he muttered. "I am never going to have a mate or a brat. Not that I want either one, but I am not going to have that even if I wanted them."

 

She stared at him. "I forgot," she whispered.

 

He scowled. "If you start to pity-"

 

She shook her head violently. "No, I'm not. Just... sad. I guess we have more in common than I originally thought."

 

He snorted. "You can have both, Onna. And you will. I swear."

 

She frowned. "How can you be so sure?"

 

He chuckled. "You will have a brat of your own one day, even if I have to mate you myself." He kissed her forehead and left the shower quickly.

 

She blinked rapidly, still sitting under the cool spray. Even if I have to mate you myself... She shook her head violently to dislodge the thoughts those words invoked and stood up shakily. She then gasped as another realization hit her. He kissed my forehead? Okay, that makes sense. He must be on something... Is Kami slipping drugs in his food or something?

 

Even if I have to mate you myself...

 

x

 

Buruma had just finished getting dressed when she turned and ran smack into a hard, steel wall. Or what felt like one. She glanced up in shock to see her grinning friend staring down at her. She growled. "Son-kun!" she hissed.

 

Vejiita snapped his head up and snarled when he saw his rival. He got off the floor, where he had been doing his pushups, and stalked over to the other warrior angrily. He wasn't sure what he was angrier about right then. That he saw the person who had dared lock him in here with the Onna or that he didn't sense his rival's ki when he teleported in.

 

"Hey, Vejiita. Buruma, you're still alive I see," Son-kun commented happily.

 

"Son-kun! How dare you do this to us!? What the hell were you thinking!?" she screeched, causing both Saiyajin to wince. She leapt to tackle her best friend, only to be caught in mid-air by Vejiita. He shook his head at her and smirked.

 

"He's mine, Onna," he told her softly, setting her on the floor beside him, keeping a firm grip on her shoulder. He smiled wolfishly. "So, Kakarotto, are you ready to die yet? It is not enough you defeated me, you had to achieve the power that is my birthright, and now you lock me in this... room with her," he said with mock cheerfulness and a nod towards Buruma.

 

"Well, you haven't killed each other," Goku commented happily. "I was truthfully worried for a while and thought I'd better check."

 

Vejiita rolled his eyes. "You seriously have a death wish, don't you?"

 

"Nope. I just couldn't stand to see you guys fighting anymore."

 

Vejiita growled. "We like fighting, Kakarotto. Now let us out!"

 

He shook his head. "Sorry, guys, I can't do that. You two need to learn to communicate better."

 

Buruma scowled. "We communicate just fine!"

 

"I don't mean by yelling, Buruma. I meant... you guys just need to like each other, okay? I mean, after all, you live in the same house and all."

 

Buruma rolled her eyes. "What the hell do you want us to do? Jump each other?"

 

Goku blushed and stuttered.

 

Buruma moved to stalk over to him, but Vejiita's hand stopped her effortlessly. "You are telling me, Kakarotto, that never crossed your mind?"

 

Goku nodded. "I didn't really think you were going to... do that... but I think it'd be best for everyone if you at least liked each other! I mean, then we wouldn't have to worry you'll kill her."

 

"Son-kun, we do like each other, okay? Can we please get out?" she asked.

 

He shook his head. "Two weeks. No less."

 

Buruma growled and started towards him again, but this time, Vejiita yanked back hard, causing her to fall back into his chest. His arm snaked around her waist to steady her. "Kakarotto. Leave before I kill you," Vejiita hissed.

 

Goku grinned. "Okay! Bye, Vejiita, Buruma!" he said with a wave and was gone.

 

Both Vejiita and Buruma growled at the same time, and both stopped as they caught the synchronization. "Onna, do not attack Kakarotto."

 

She folded her arms over her chest, still leaning against his chest. "Why not? He won't hurt me."

 

He chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against her back. "He might not mean to, but he has been training, idiot. He probably has to take some time adjusting to things and controlling his strength correctly. It happens a lot when I train in the gravity room. You know how many times I have ripped off the kitchen door. Never attack someone that much stronger than you after they have been training. He could try to get you off him gently, but end up breaking your arm or ribs. Understand?"

 

She nodded.

 

"Good," he whispered against her ear, his hot breath brushing against her neck in a delightful manner, and released her. She glanced at him to find him doing pushups again. She shrugged and retreated to her section of the room, turning on her laptop.

 

x

 

"What do you want for dinner, Vejiita?"

 

A grunted "whatever" answered her again. She scowled at him before fishing out a quick dinner. The less preparation, the better. She soon set his plate on the table, and within moments, he was there, shoveling it down his throat. She rolled her eyes.

 

"You can taste your food once in a while, you know," she muttered.

 

"Not with your cooking," he grumbled back.

 

"Grouchy?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Why?"

 

He glared at her.

 

"No, really. Why? I told you my problem in the damn shower; I think it's only fair you tell me what's bothering you."

 

"Do I look like an open person to you?"

 

She blinked. "No..."

 

"Then shut up."

 

She glared at him. "No."

 

Glancing at her, he shook his head and a small chuckle escaped him. "I say once that I will not let you be alone and you take it one step further. You will not leave me alone, either."

 

"Damn straight."

 

"We are not friends, Onna."

 

"Then what are we?"

 

He scowled. "I do not know. Not friends, not enemies."

 

"Well, we are roommates, I guess.... but roommates don't promise to save the other person from being alone."

 

He growled.

 

She giggled. "I think we're friends."

 

"We are not friends!" he roared, standing up.

 

She flinched. Staring at him, tears began to fill her eyes and she quickly fled from him. He blinked after her and watched as she threw herself on the bed.

 

"Shit! Onna, what the fuck is your problem lately? I have known you for months now and not once have I seen you cry. This is the second damn time today!"

 

He heard a small sniffling wail come from under the covers and his scowl deepened. What the fuck is her problem? "Onna, knock it off. You are not hurt. And I am not going to be nice twice in one day," he told her.

 

She just continued to sob. He growled and finished his dinner quickly. When he had finished he went back to doing pushups, only a little more furiously than before. After a few minutes, he let himself drop onto the floor, lying on his stomach. The Onna's sobs were bothering him.

 

He glared at the floor before getting up and going to the bed. He stripped completely, figuring the damn Onna was in the shower with him, she'd get used to it. He liked sleeping naked and hadn't done it in three days to make her feel comfortable. He crawled in beside her and the lights went off automatically again.

 

"Onna? Why are you so... weepy?" he asked gruffly, giving in to being nice again.

 

"You really don't care," she wailed.

 

He growled. "Onna, I never said I do not care. I said we are not friends."

 

She wailed.

 

Wincing, Vejiita smothered the urge to blow something up. "Onna, knock that off! Damn, when the hell did you get so emotional?! I did not mean it that way, idiot. I just meant... what I feel for you is not friendship, okay?"

 

"You feel something for me?" she asked timidly.

 

He rolled his eyes. "Onna, don't go there. I just meant, I do not know what we are, but friends is not it. Can't you just accept that?"

 

"No," she sniffled. "What else is there?"

 

He growled. "Onna. What can I do to make you shut up? And if you ask me to talk about feelings, I will kill you."

 

She smiled faintly into her pillow. "I'm lonely, Vejiita. I guess I'm stressing a bit and I know I have PMS, I have been having the strangest dreams lately, so all and all, I'm not doing so great and I think it's made me emotional. I'm sorry."

 

"Are you going to stop crying now?"

 

She nodded.

 

"Good. Any more of that and I will blast myself. Gods, Onna, are all human females that emotional?"

 

She giggled. "Yes."

 

"Wonderful. I am stuck on a planet of psycho harpies."

 

She giggled again. She stayed silent for a while before venturing, "Vejiita?"

 

"Hn."

 

She smiled. "Are you naked?"

 

He chuckled. "Yes."

 

"Thought so," she said amusedly. She was silent for a few moments more. "Vejiita?"

 

"What?"

 

"Um... I was wondering... if..."

 

"Just spit it out."

 

"Will you do me a favor?"

 

"What kind of favor?" he asked suspiciously.

 

"Cuddle with me?" she asked softly.

 

He choked and sat up, glancing at her in shock. "Onna, have you lost your mind?"

 

She shook her head, gazing up at him. Her hair was spread out over her pillow and Vejiita couldn't help but think it looked absolutely stunning. And sexy.

 

"Onna, I do not... cuddle."

 

"Please?"

 

"No."

 

"Please?"

 

"No."

 

"I'll cry again."

 

"You do, I will blast you."

 

"Come on, Vejiita! You are not afraid to get that close to me are you?"

 

He growled. "It will not work. You are not challenging me into doing it."

 

"Please?"

 

"Why the hell do you want to... cuddle so damn bad?"

 

She shrugged. "I just want to... Only you can't tell Yamucha."

 

He rolled his eyes. "Have I ever said more than two words to that idiot?"

 

"Point." She paused. "Please?"

 

"No. Go to sleep."

 

"Please," she whined.

 

"Onna!" he barked. "Sleep!"

 

"Please? I won't shut up until you do..."

 

"How fucking old are you? You are not a brat so don't act like one. Go to sleep."

 

"It's not that type of cuddling, idiot! I just want to feel... important for a while."

 

He rolled his eyes. "No," he said softly, closing his eyes.

 

"Please?" she begged again.

 

"GAH! FINE!" he roared and yanked her towards him, enveloping her in his muscular arms. He settled her roughly, tucking her head under his chin. He spooned up behind her back, shocked to find she had maneuvered out of her clothing and wore nothing but her bra and panties. "Looks like you are not so modest now," he growled.

 

She giggled and it vibrated against his chest. "Looks like you aren't that little..." she said pointedly.

 

He blinked. "Whoever said I was little?" he growled irritated.

 

"No one... It's just because you're so short and..."

 

"Onna, shut up. I am fucking cuddling. You can shut your mouth now."

 

"Thanks, Vejiita," she murmured.

 

He grunted in reply and relaxed around her. He drifted off into sleep, strangely disturbed that 'cuddling' didn't feel that bad after all.

 

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AN: O_O This baby is LONG! And I wince in parts of this fic, but hey, I kind of like it too. ^_^

 

Lovies!