Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thin Lines ❯ Day Seven (Lemon) ( Chapter 7 )

Thin Lines

Day Seven

By Selenity Jade

Rated: NC17

 

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, not making money. Blah, blah, blah. You know it.

 

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Buruma woke up with a gasp, shooting straight up in bed. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears, her breath coming out in pants, and trembling almost violently. She frowned and looked around wildly, unsure of where she was, what had happened, and why the hell she was so scared. A nightmare, probably, but she couldn't remember it.

 

She lay back down, and placed a hand on her chest, trying to get her breathing under control. A soft pained moan to her right startled her enough that she jumped slightly before remembering Vejiita was in bed with her. She turned to him, her eyes widening at the sight of the proud Saiyajin no Ouji. His face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his mouth opened slightly and soft whimpers came from his throat. He was scowling, and muttering something under his breath that she couldn't quite hear, but that's not what concerned her really.

 

He was frightened. She reached out a hand and ran it tenderly over his brow, trying to soothe the scowl. He leaned into her caress, surprisingly, nuzzling her hand, but he continued to tremble slightly. Sitting up, she moved a bit closer to him and gently shook him. "Vejiita?"

 

He didn't even respond to her. She frowned worriedly. I have never seen him actually sleep, she thought suddenly. He was always awake a bit longer than her, and woke up before her. At Capsule Corporation, she had begun to wonder whether the idiot slept at all.

 

"Vejiita!" she tried again, louder, and shook him again.

 

He shot up with a low scream, powered up, and looked around frantically with his eyes wide. He focused those black orbs on her within moments and she could see a flash of relief cross his features before his shutters closed and he glared at her angrily.

 

"Vejiita, are you-?"

 

"I am fine!" he hissed, lying back down. His voice was normal, but the slight trembles she felt from him scared her.

 

"Vejiita, you wouldn't wake up... I was just worried about you. You don't have to get angry with me. I wasn't sleeping well myself."

 

He snorted. "So? Your pathetic human nightmares are nothing compared to what I see when I sleep."

 

She sighed and moved away from the angry Saiyajin, curling up on the far side of the bed. "Well, I don't remember my nightmare. I woke up scared out of my mind and saw you having one of your own. Excuse me for caring!" she snapped.

 

Silence descended on the couple, and Buruma tried to push away her hurt and anger long enough to fall asleep again. She had almost reached it when the bed depressed beside her and an arm snuck around her waist, pulling her to Vejiita's chest. He spooned up behind her, an arm around her slender waist, and the other under her and around her shoulders. He buried his head in her aqua hair, breathing deeply. She could still feel the slight trembling from him, and felt amazement well up within her that he initiated this contact when he had yet to control his reactions.

 

"Onna, I-"

 

"Save it, Vejiita. I know you can't apologize, I know you can't appreciate that I care, and I know that even if you did you couldn't say it. Don't try," she said tiredly.

 

A growl vibrated his chest, and his arms tightened almost painfully. "Onna, shut up. Do not think to tell me when I should try and when I should not!"

 

"Vejiita, just leave it alone-"

 

"Onna, shut up!" he hissed into her hair. "I am fucking sorry, all right!?"

 

She blinked in surprise. She couldn't even think of what to say, not without making it sound wrong. He never apologized. To anyone.

 

His arms tightened even more and Buruma sucked in a breath. He was still trembling behind her and didn't let her go. His breathing grew ragged and audible, but other than that, no sound was made. Buruma wanted him to let up on her a bit, it was a bit painful, but... something stopped her.

 

He needed her. Needed the comfort. And he lowered his pride enough to allow her to be there for him like this. He lowered his pride enough to allow himself to need it. He was holding her so tightly to his chest, she was afraid that if he squeezed any more, she'd be crushed. She began to feel a bit warm as he naked body pressed to hers, and then she realized that he wasn't unaffected as well. His hardness pressed into her buttocks and although his trembling hadn't slowed, his hand moved from around her waist to between her legs, entering her suddenly.

 

She gasped and arched against his arms as his fingers entered her. He pumped them inside of her and expertly brought her to orgasm. She screamed out with the force of it. He removed his fingers from her entrance, and put his hands on her hips, pulling her up slightly before slamming himself into her from behind.

 

She screamed out from the intrusion, covering Vejiita's sudden gasp. He held her hips steady, not allowing her to move with him, and began to thrust into her rapidly. She wasn't sure if his trembling had stopped, not with the friction, but she didn't think on it long. She climaxed with a silent scream and went limp beside him.

 

He didn't pause in his movements, but continued to pump into her violently. His low groans and grunt coming out close to her ear, and before she realized what had happened, he slammed into her again, growling and bit her sharply on the neck, piercing the skin again. He shuddered and thrust once more and erupted within her.

 

After his orgasm passed, he pulled her to him again, holding her just as tight as before, his face still buried in her hair. He was still trembling, but he was purring softly.

 

"Vejiita?" she asked suddenly.

 

"Hn," he grunted and thrust experimentally.

 

Buruma's eyes rolled back in her head, and they started all over again. He wasn't tender or loving that morning. He was needy and violent, caring nothing for her pleasure. It was unusual, but it did nothing to stop her from climaxing every time. Then they both fell into a dreamless sleep.

 

x

 

Buruma woke exhausted, but strangely sated. She moved to stretch, only to find herself still encased in warm steel. Vejiita's soft purring breaths were tickling the back of her neck. She smiled suddenly about that morning. She supposed if it had been any one else, she would have been angry he just took his pleasure like that. But it wasn't so much for lust as it was to comfort.

 

She sighed and Vejiita's arms tightened around her again. He moved his hand to her hip, holding her there, and pulled himself from her with a low hiss. He then nuzzled her and pulled away, rolling out of the bed. The lights snapped on the moment his feet hit the ground. He didn't say a word, and Buruma suspected he would just shut her up by having sex with her again if she opened her mouth. And she was a bit sore. She stretched then, followed his example, and crawled out of the large bed.

 

She ignored the Saiyajin who made his way to the toilet, and pulled on the robe that she found on the dresser. She padded lightly over to the kitchen and made herself some coffee. Very strong coffee. She then worked on creating the huge breakfast for Vejiita.

 

Finishing it, she turned to set the plate on the table and found him already sitting there waiting for it. He was watching her oddly, but stayed silent, and she did the same. She doubted the Saiyajin would have wanted to have a conversation with anyone, let alone her, right now.

 

She smiled slightly at him, and padded back towards the bedroom area, nursing her coffee. She glanced at the bed, and then the bath. A small little debate went on in her mind before she moved to the large bath. She turned on the water and messed with it until it was at the right temperature, then pushed the plug. She reached into the magic dresser and pulled out two towels, which she set beside the tub, and proceeded to undress.

 

A soft growl from behind her startled her into swinging around and nearly colliding with Vejiita's chest. He grasped her shoulder to steady her. She blinked at him as she stood before him naked. "What is it?"

 

He stared down at her, his eyes blank. Completely blank. He closed them suddenly and wrapped an arm around her waist before falling to his knees in front of her.

 

She gaped at him. What the hell?

 

He suddenly leaned forward and kissed her hip gently. She blinked as she gaped at him, and then gasped as she saw the large hand shaped bruise on her hip. She glanced at the other side, and saw a similar bruise there as well.

 

She moved Vejiita's hand from her hip and knelt down in front of him. He looked away from her immediately and she grabbed his face in her hands and forced him to look at her. "Vejiita."

 

He growled softly in his throat but didn't pull away. He stared at her, his eyes carefully closed off, as was his face. "Onna, I-"

 

"No," she interrupted. "I didn't even feel it."

 

"That does not-"

 

"Vejiita. No. Understand? It doesn't hurt, didn't hurt, and I'm not angry or bothered. I just bruise easily is all."

 

He growled and pulled away from her finally. "Is that what you want? To be with someone that can hurt you like that without even meaning to? To you want to be with someone who has to control every little touch, just to not bruise you? Do you want that, Onna? Do you want to be with someone who will give you those without even realizing it?!" he roared.

 

She gripped his hands suddenly, pulling on it. He met her eyes again. And she gasped as she saw his walls crumble for just an instant. Pain and guilt, so violent in his eyes, and then there was a self-hatred that smothered them both. Then he closed it off again, and was just... expressionless.

 

"Vejiita, knock it off. You didn't hurt me."

 

"Yes, I did!" he growled, shaking her shoulders. He fell silent and looked away from her again.

 

She moved towards him and crawled into his lap. She didn't care that she was naked and he was wearing only a pair of boxers. She wrapped her arms around the startled Saiyajin and buried her head in his shoulder. Her shoulders shook slightly and she felt tears sting her eyes.

 

His hands grasped her shoulders, looking like he was going to push her away. He looked down at the shuddering female on his lap and sighed. He gently, too gently, wrapped his arms around her and laid his chin on her head.

 

After a few moments, she hugged him tighter and kissed his shoulder. "You're an idiot, Vejiita. I'm not afraid you'll hurt me. I know you won't."

 

Vejiita growled softly and picked her up, setting her in the filled tub gently. He turned off the water, just before it decided to spill over the edge. He then pulled off his boxers, and joined her in the bath, sitting in front of her for a change. Leaning back into her, he placed his head on her chest, his hands on her thighs, and closed his eyes.

 

She wrapped her arms around him, and followed his example by closing her eyes. Her hands absently traced circles on his chest, and she could feel his tense muscles twitch slightly under her touch.

 

"Onna."

 

"Hmm?" she murmured, setting her chin on his thick, spiky hair.

 

"Remember when I said I was not going to bond with you and I would not perform that part of the ceremony?" he asked softly.

 

She nodded slightly. "Yeah, I remember."

 

"Well, in some pairings bonds just happen. It almost never happens, but it has before."

 

"Yeah?"

 

"We, you and I, are bonding, I think," he said, almost inaudibly.

 

She blinked in surprise. Feeling his hands tighten on her thighs as he fought some emotion, she hugged him slightly. "I'm sorry, I know you didn't-"

 

"It happens. It is not... done yet. But my nightmare... was bad, and because the bond is almost there, you felt it. That is why you woke up and did not know what the nightmare was about. Because you did not have one. You just woke up because of my... emotions. Little flashes of emotion will be felt by the other when we touch if it is felt deeply enough. For now."

 

"For now?"

 

"This bond will be... natural and not 'made' like I was talking about earlier, which creates a bond all at once. As this one grows, although I do not know how strong it will become, I will start to feel more of your... emotions, and vice versa."

 

"I'm sorry-"

 

"No. I am telling you this for a reason," he growled, suddenly not so... soft and patient. "I do not want it. Especially now. I do not want Kakarotto to know, I do not want the other weaklings to know, and I do not want this! I need to train and defeat the cyborgs. I need to become Supersaiyajin and defeat Kakarotto. I need to be the Saiyajin no Ouji again! I need to be the legendary that I was supposed to be! I cannot have this... bond! I have not achieved what I need to! I have nothing else to live for, and this bond will rob me of my life!"

 

She pushed away the hurt violently, and struggled to stay calm. "How? How will it rob you of all of that?" she asked carefully.

 

"What if I die against the cyborgs? I will not, but what if it were to happen? You will not have to mourn me like the human you are! You would die with me! Then I have to worry about saving my skin too much just to save yours! And what if I want to leave the planet? A strong bond will kill us both if I stayed away long enough! And what if it grows too powerful? What if injuries I receive are shown and felt by you! What if I get a bad wound and you get that very same wound? I cannot train as hard as I need to, I cannot fight the cyborgs with everything I can if I have to worry about wounds that would be minor to me but kill you! And what about if someone finds out? And they kill you, because you are weak, and I die! I do not want that!" he raged.

 

She felt a bit hurt still, but he pretty much just stated he'd worry about her well being with the bond. He did care about her. He really did. "I'm sorry, Vejiita. I don't know anything about bonds and I don't know how to stop it. I would if I could. I don't want to take your fights away from you."

 

She felt him start in surprise. "You... do not want that?"

 

She shook her head, trailing a finger over his chest. "Of course not. It's who you are. A warrior. I don't want to change who you are."

 

"What? But I cannot be... human! I can't... love or care or anything like that! You want that! You want love, a family, and a husband! I will never be or feel any of that!"

 

She chuckled softly, running her hands through his hair. "Stupid, you care. You may never care or love me like I was talking about... but I care about you and hell, even like you just as you are. Changing you would change what I like about you. You say we are mates, although it does not mean we love each other or even care that much, but we are stuck together, and you are... affected by me. I can take that. I do not expect more." She smiled. "Who would have ever thought that you and I would end up like this? We fought all the time and I know I hated you a few times, but now we are 'mates' as you call it. I never figured I'd have a loving husband and child anyway. Besides, you're good in bed."

 

He chuckled softly and she figured he was smirking as well. "I do not care. Not really. Either way, I cannot have this bond now. It is there and starting, and I will never be able to get rid of it, but it is not strong enough to be a weakness yet." He paused, running his hand over her left thigh under the water. "I want to keep what happened in this room a secret. No one knows. Understand? I do not want... you used against me. The fools, even if they would not, might let it slip that... we are... intimate. And I although I would regret killing you, just a bit, mind you, your death would not kill me. Later it might. And if people know about this... I will have no choice. I am a warrior first. I never imagined being a mate. After Kakarotto lets us out of here, I am leaving the planet. Going to train. And I am not coming back until I am a Supersaiyajin and I can defeat Kakarotto. The cyborgs are just a bonus."

 

She sighed. He was such a contradiction. One moment he says he doesn't care, that he doesn't want me, the next, he's rubbing my leg! She felt a slight tightening of her chest at the thought he really didn't want her, but pushed it away. He did, he just denied he did. She could be patient and distant while he worked it out himself. "All right, Vejiita. No one knows. I'll tell Son-kun that we just... happened in here and it's over with."

 

"After we leave this room, you are nothing to me. Nothing. I am not touching you again. Never again. We will always be mates... and you cannot mate another, just as I cannot, but... we will be... 'separated'. As long as the bond is weak, it will not matter."

 

She nearly smirked. She doubted he really could leave her completely. She knew that his heart... felt something for her. "Fine," she whispered.

 

She nearly laughed as he moved to glance at her, a bewildered frown on his face. A slight hurt look passed through his eyes as well, and she realized that he wanted her to argue with him about it. He wanted her to make him stay with her after the cyborgs. She would have... normally. But this was something he needed to do himself. She wanted him, and half suspected she was falling for the moody Saiyajin, but... she wanted him to want her enough to come to her over his pride himself, not stay because she threw a fit. That would be the only proof she'd need. She knew she'd never hear him say he loved, cared, or missed her. But if he came to her, despite his not wanting the weakness, that would mean that even if he told her he hated her for the rest of her life, she would know he didn't.

 

"Besides," he growled, "you won't get bruises if I do not come near you."

 

She tightened her arms around his suddenly tense body. "I bruise easily, idiot. No big deal." She suddenly grinned impishly and splashed some water on his face.

 

His eyes widened and he growled, returning the favor.

 

Laughing out right, she splashed him full in the face. Soon, they had a full-blown water war, and by the time they were finished, the water was on the floor and they were giggling like children in a dry tub. Well, Vejiita smirked while Buruma giggled.

 

"Done now, Onna no Baka? I would like to get some exercise in."

 

She stood up from the tub, flashed him a grin. "What kind of exercise?"

 

He rolled his eyes and got out of the bath himself. His gaze snapped down at her bruises for a second before returning to her face. "Not that kind," he growled stalking towards the dresser and rummaging out a set of magical clothes.

 

She sighed and walked over to dress herself. Finding a pair of jeans and a short tank top, she slipped them on, and began to work in her laptop again. Luckily, she could run the company even from inside the room. She soon tuned out the moody Saiyajin and was engrossed in her work.

 

x

 

When her stomach growled for the third time, she slapped the computer closed and stood up. She glanced towards her Saiyajin 'cell-mate' curiously to find him doing pushups on the other side of the room. She smiled and padded softly over to him. She knelt down in front of him, a sexy - she hoped - smirk on her face. "Vejiita."

 

His arms suddenly shot out and grabbed her waist, pulling her beneath him. He grinned wolfishly at her before resuming his push-ups, with Buruma under him. "What do you want, Onna?" he asked, kissing her in rhythm with his push-ups.

 

"Look who's in a good mood," she drawled from her position on her back. He just smirked and kissed her again. "I'm going to make dinner; I just wanted to inform you."

 

He snorted, nipping her neck, before pushing up again.

 

She rolled her eyes. "What are you doing?"

 

"Push-ups. What does it look like?" he teased lightly, nipping her collarbone, and then pushing up again.

 

"Not that, idiot. You know very well what I mean!"

 

He smirked, kissing her again on the lips before he rose on extended arms again.

 

"I thought you were afraid to hurt me," she put in, teasingly.

 

He glared at her, before he lowered again to lick her bite mark. "I am not afraid of hurting you," he growled, while he continued his push-ups. "I think it is... wrong to hurt your mate while mating! I could kill you or beat you without remorse, but that is just wrong."

 

She rolled her eyes, not believing him for a moment. "Right. You haven't tried to beat me yet, and I always fight with you," she pointed out, reaching up to try and pull him to her. He let her arms encircle him, but didn't slow in his movements.

 

He snorted. "So? I do not want to have to deal with Kakarotto bitching at me for it."

 

She smirked. "Right, Vejiita. Whatever you say. You care about me and don't want to hurt me. You're afraid you'll hurt me and that's why you haven't jumped me yet when I'm beneath you like this."

 

He growled, pausing in his push-ups with his arms extended. "I fear nothing. Not even that I would hurt you. I do not care if you are hurt."

 

"Right."

 

He growled and kissed her suddenly, using an arm to rip apart her clothes, almost angrily. She returned the kiss just as fiercely, allowing him to... prove to himself that he was as heartless about her as he was about everything else. He had her naked beneath him in seconds, and a moment later his clothing was ripped from him as well. He reached under her knee and wrapped a leg around his hip, and put his knees on the ground between her legs. He continued to kiss her roughly as he pushed a finger into her suddenly.

 

He was being a bit rough with her, but it was not painful. He wanted to be rough and to prove he didn't care, only by not hurting her when he was that rough proved otherwise. She gasped as he entered her with another finger, playing with her, demanding her screams.

 

She arched against him. "Vejiita, tease..."

 

He growled, and bit into her neck sharply, drawing blood and sucked hard. She felt his soft purrs against her breasts, and sighed happily. He removed his teeth from her neck and pulled his fingers from her, causing her to whimper a second before he slammed himself into her.

 

He was somehow surprised when he slid into her, gasping in shock and pleasure at the feeling. He pulled her hips to his, and began to pump into her, almost frantically. He had her screaming incoherently, with pleasure, despite his growing anger at himself for being... careful. He really was afraid of hurting her, and he cursed himself as he thrust into her repeatedly.

 

His forehead was pressed to the hard floor, his hands holding her hips slightly off it and to his own, and he thrust, almost madly. Buruma had her arms around his neck, her soft teeth sinking into his shoulder now, soft moans coming out in gasps, and her legs were clamped around his slender hips.

 

A moment later, he growled out violently and pulled her to his hips once more, violently, and shuddered as he erupted within her.

 

And through it all, he was careful, despite the rough treatment, not to hurt her. The only time his control had slipped was when he climaxed, and even then, he didn't hurt her.

 

x

 

After they ate dinner, Buruma glanced at Vejiita curiously when he turned to walk from table. "Vejiita?"

 

He glanced back over his shoulder. "Hn."

 

"Do you want to watch a movie with me? I wanted a specific DVD earlier, and it appeared. We can watch it on my laptop."

 

He shrugged, and walked towards the tub, pulling off his spandex, and stepping into the shower. She sighed and did the dishes. After she finished, she changed into a comfortably nightly thing that kept appearing, and crawled onto her bed. She set up her laptop and put it on the foot of the bed.

 

She glanced at Vejiita when he got out of the shower. He smirked at her slightly and dried himself with his ki, and padded naked towards the bed. He knelt on it, causing the lights to go out, and crawled beneath the covers. He leaned his back against the wall and yanked Buruma into his lap. He got her positioned against his chest comfortably, and set his chin on the top of her head.

 

Rolling her eyes, she started the DVD.

 

x

 

Vejiita reached over and shut her laptop when the movie ended. He glanced down at the female that had fallen asleep in his lap with an amused smirk, and then put the computer on the floor beside the bed. He pulled the covers over Buruma tenderly, and leaned back against the wall. He could, after all, sleep anywhere, and he didn't want to wake her.

 

He soon joined her in sleep.

 

x

 

AN: I feel like a big weirdo now... but come on, Goku slammed his wife through a tree! I mean, they have to have some accidents you'd think... *blushes* this thing also got serious, and strange, and makes it so I might have to make a sequel...

 

Very special thanks to MaraJade for her lovely idea of the pushups!! *Grins* Thanks girl!! And thanks for Lynz waking up Buruma with a nightmare, even if I did something different with the idea!! *Huggles Lynz and Mara*

 

Also! I found something interesting while surfing the web for sites that still have my fanfiction on them for a friend of mine who wanted to read them.

 

I found a fanart pic of a scene in THIS chapter. ^_^; I was flattered that someone wanted to DRAW the bruise scene. ^_^;

 

Lovies!