Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thin Lines ❯ Day Eight (Lemon) ( Chapter 8 )

Thin Lines

By Selenity Jade

Day Eight

Rated: NC17

 

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, not making money.

 

X

 

Poke.

 

Buruma groaned and covered her head with the large blanket.

 

"Onna!" Another poke in her side.

 

"Go away, Vejiita!" she snapped, moving to the other side of the bed irritably.

 

"Food now, Onna!" Suddenly, the blankets were yanked off her and Buruma was left to blink up at the bright light. She sighed and glared at Vejiita. He gave her a smirk. "Get up now."

 

She suddenly growled and launched herself at the surprised Saiyajin, who caught her and ended up on his rear on the floor with a half-naked woman in his lap, beating him repetitively with her fists, and cursing him in four languages.

 

Blinking, he watched her strike his chest, which was beginning to tickle, and curse him with some of the foulest words he had ever heard. "Onna!" he snapped. "Knock it off!"

 

"I wanted to sleep, jackass! I'm tired! You have sex with me all day, completely wear me out, and then wake me up at dawn, expecting your breakfast?! Why can't you cook it for yourself! Surely, you aren't that stupid!"

 

"Onna, it is almost noon," he stated calmly.

 

Her tirade tapered off and she gaped at him. "What?"

 

"You heard me."

 

She blushed. "Oh. Sorry."

 

Rolling his eyes, he pushed her roughly off his lap and stood up. He stared down at her, a frown on his face. "Well?" he demanded.

 

Shooting him a glare, she pulled herself off the floor and poked him in the chest. "You listen to me, bastard. I'm teaching you to cook!"

 

He blinked. Twice. "What?"

 

"You heard me! I'm not your damn servant, Vejiita. You are learning to cook while we are here. You've already said training in here was pretty much a waste of time, so you have nothing better to do."

 

"Onna, I know how to cook."

 

She gave him a disbelieving look.

 

"How the hell do you think I survived on purging missions, idiot? I made Nappa cook?" He snorted. "The moron cooked worse than you do."

 

She sucked in a breath and began cursing him out again, finishing with, "... Why the hell do you make me cook all the time, then? You always bitch about it and yet you knew how and didn't say anything?!"

 

Rolling his eyes, he grasped her shoulders and shook her gently. "Fool! I do not know how to work those stupid machines you cook with! Besides, I am a Prince, and-"

 

"Shut up! So what if you're a prince? I'm a princess, now, you said so yourself, and I still have to cook!"

 

"You are an onna-" Which was a very, very bad thing to say at that moment.

 

"You damn sexist monkey!" she shrieked, slapping him as hard as she could. "Women are good for more than just cooking and cleaning, you moron! We're good for more than just a good lay, too! We aren't here just to serve you, you arrogant idiot! We aren't put on this planet just to make sure the arrogant, murdering asshole of a Saiyajin no Ouji can have a hot meal and clean clothes and a good fuck!" she screamed at him.

 

"And another thing, Vejiita. You came here to destroy us all! You came here, killed my boyfriend, and a lot of my friends, hurt my best friend, and tried to destroy the planet! You threatened my life on Namek, you threatened my best friend's son, and you threatened everyone! Yet, I let you live with me! I offered you a place to stay, food, clothing, and training equipment! Why? So you can get stronger, and stronger, and I didn't even know if you'd kill us all! Yet, I did it. And what thanks do I get? To be fucking insulted, ridiculed, threatened, and forced to do your damn bidding because you're too arrogant and proud and self-centered! You are a complete ungrateful bastard! Ungrateful, mean, cruel, evil, arrogant, and rude! No one fucking cares that you're the Saiyajin no Ouji anymore, Vejiita! It's gone, it's dead, and you are the only damn one that even remembers you are royalty! Not when the only other Saiyajin is stronger, and will always be stronger, and better, than you!"

 

She paused, opening her mouth to continue when she looked up into his eyes. They were completely blank. Gaping at him, she watched his jaw clench once, and then found herself pushed almost violently onto the large bed, nearly hitting her head on the wall, and Vejiita stalked over to the shower, pulled off his boxers, and stepped inside. The water turned on a moment later.

 

Suddenly, Buruma felt guilty. She sighed. She had definitely gone too far. And she was beginning to realize she had hurt him. Badly. Pulling herself from the bed, she padded silently over to the kitchen and began to cook brunch for them. Since it was hardly morning anymore.

 

She glanced once more at the shower, her stomach in knots. Even when she had said all those horrible things, he still hadn't hurt her. Even when he shoved her away from him, he had been careful enough not to hurt her. She blinked back tears, and resumed cooking. She'd have to apologize when he got out, she decided. Not even he deserved what she had said to him.

 

x

 

Vejiita stepped out of the shower, not even bothering with a towel, and flared his ki to dry himself off. He watched Buruma cook as he pulled on a spandex training outfit, and felt his stomach tighten again. Oh, he had definitely been angry enough to kill something, but he was also feeling a tad bit guilty. For he knew that he had treated her horribly. He had never expressed his gratitude; he didn't know how. And he had been very thankful to the blue-haired genius that had, despite everything he had done, taken him in and cared about him when no one else had. Not even Kakarotto.

 

After dressing, he crossed his arms over his chest, and watched his mate cook. The usual frown was in place, his gaze beginning to linger on her small rear through the flimsy nightgown. He began to feel himself respond to the unconscious sensual movements of her hips, and he wanted to blast himself. Even when he was pissed off, and hurt, which he wouldn't admit, not even to himself, he still wanted to mate her.

 

He padded softly up behind her, peeking over her shoulder at the large meal she was preparing. He blinked when he saw the assortment of fruits in front of her. He reached an arm around her, causing her to stiffen as she just realized he was there, and grabbed a cherry, popping it into his mouth.

 

She slowly turned around to look at him, and he repressed a wince at the guilty look she gave him. She opened her mouth to speak, probably to apologize, and he quickly shoved a strawberry into her mouth to shut her up. What she said was true, anyway. Despite the fact he hadn't wanted to hear his thoughts shoved back at him like that.

 

She gave him an odd look as she chewed the piece of fruit. He didn't let the smirk he felt coming appear; instead, he opted to let his face remain expressionless. She opened her mouth again, to speak, and he shoved another strawberry into her mouth. He shook his head, and leaned down to brush his lips over hers.

 

She didn't respond right away, no doubt confused, and he placed his hand on her lower back, just above her rear, pulling her to him suddenly. His other hand found its way to the fruit bowl behind her as he kissed her softly. Grabbing what felt like a grape, he pulled away from her and forced it into her mouth gently.

 

She was still giving him an odd confused look as she chewed slowly, his hand on her back keeping her pressed against his hard, lean body. Her breath began to quicken slightly, and with her soft, full breasts pressed against his chest, he found himself very, very turned on. He tried, unsuccessfully, to stop his body's reaction to the gorgeous female, and finally gave that up as a lost cause. Damn, the Onna always tried his control.

 

He leaned down again, capturing her lips once again, this time deepening the kiss, tasting the sweet taste of the fruit he had been feeding her. His hand moved from her back to cup her rear, his other hand going for more fruit. She finally wrapped her arms around his neck, responding to him, despite the guilt he knew she still felt. He repressed the smirk again, and pushed her back against the counter and lifted her up by an arm to sit on the edge of it.

 

Pulling away from her, his face still carefully expressionless, he glanced beside her at the assortment of fruit, and repressed a chuckle at the can of whipped cream beside the fruit bowl. He grabbed it, and couldn't help but give her a wicked look. He pulled off her robe quickly, leaving her clad only in her underwear.

 

This time, he allowed a small smirk appear at the sight of her, and nuzzled her neck before nipping it lightly. He shook the can as he licked, nipped, and sucked his way over her neck, ears, and jaw. She gasped suddenly as he sprayed her with whipped cream. He chuckled softly and continued his ministrations to her shoulders, so for once, he was surprised when he found himself sprayed with whipped cream.

 

Blinking, he pulled away to find another can in her hand. Glancing down at himself, he frowned when he found his spandex covered in white foam. He mock-glared at her, and shot her with more cream. She giggled and returned the favor, which lead to a full blown whipped cream fight.

 

After a solid fifteen minutes, both were covered, head to toe, in white cream, and Vejiita had found himself somehow undressed beneath the cream, while Buruma was still, luckily for her, dressed in her bra and panties. Of course, neither could see anything under the cream.

 

And that was the scene Son Goku teleported in to see.

 

Goku blinked, and his mouth fell open, as he watched his rival and his best friend have a food fight right before his eyes. His rival, the proud, arrogant, serious Saiyajin no Ouji was laughing his head off and chasing Buruma with a can of whipped cream, and both were covered in the white foam. He cleared his throat suddenly, and Vejiita turned to him. It was probably a good thing they were so covered, as both were not even remotely dressed.

 

"Hi," Goku said, blushing a deep red that almost reached purple. He was shocked when Vejiita didn't even growl at him. The Saiyajin merely walked over in front of his mate and blocked his rival's view of her, and gave him a good glare, which was quite hilarious considering the mess he was.

 

"Kakarotto, did I not warn you?"

 

Goku nodded hurriedly. "Yes, but Yamucha was freaking out a bit and wanted to make sure Buruma was all right with his own eyes and that nothing was happening in here. I decided that I'd peek and make sure you two were... decent before teleporting him in. Glad I did," he finished, embarrassed.

 

Buruma glanced at her friend over Vejiita's shoulder, giving him a good look. "You didn't tell him anything, did you?" she demanded.

 

Shaking his head, Goku replied, "No, I figured it'd be best coming from you and most definitely when you were out of here." He gave Buruma an abashed look. "I think he really wanted to come in to see you just to check if you and Vejiita were... well, you know," he stuttered with a blush.

 

Buruma rolled her eyes. "Okay, let us get cleaned up and-"

 

"No," Vejiita interrupted sharply. "I do not want him in here." He shot a smirk over his shoulder at Buruma. "Besides, I want to finish this," he said, his eyes dipping to her breasts for a moment, which Goku thankfully missed.

 

Buruma blushed.

 

Smirking, he turned back to his rival. "I do not want him in here."

 

"But-"

 

"No. End of story. I will kill him if he comes in. Tell him that. He knows I do not like him, it should not make him that suspicious."

 

"Um, yeah, except I do think he's a bit worried about you hurting Buruma, too, and wants to make sure she's all right."

 

Buruma frowned thoughtfully. "I could write him a note..."

 

Goku nodded. "Good idea."

 

She rolled her eyes, and padded over to the table, not even noticing when Vejiita shot her and Goku a glare and moved again to block the Saiyajin's view of her. She wished for a notebook and a pen, they appeared seconds later, and she scribbled a little note to her boyfriend while Vejiita watched over her shoulder.

 

She folded it when it was finished, and moved to hand it to Goku, but Vejiita snarled and grabbed it, handing it to the Saiyajin himself. Buruma rolled her eyes.

 

"Okay! I'm going to go now and-"

 

"Kakarotto, just leave. And do not teleport in again unless it is to get us out or if the planet is about to explode!"

 

"Okay, okay!" Goku agreed hurriedly and disappeared.

 

Vejiita growled something about moronic third-class fools before turning to his mate. He gave her a smirk and pounced on her, knocking them both to the floor. He sat on her, straddling her hips, and leaned down to kiss her. She responded by wrapping her arm around his neck, pulling her to him. He chuckled against her lips and the next thing she knew, he had the fruit bowl beside him, and he pulled away to grab a strawberry and dip it in the cream on her chest. He gave her a wicked smirk and popped it into his mouth chewing slowly.

 

She smiled at him innocently and reached over to grab a cherry, and returned the favor by dipping it in his whipped cream chest and slowly putting it to her mouth. His smirk widened, and before she could finish eating the cherry, he dipped his head down, kissing her and stealing the fruit from her lips. He pulled away and gave her a wicked look before moving down to lick her neck and cleaning off some whipped cream.

 

She shuddered slightly as his tongue moved over her neck, and his hands busied themselves with her breasts. Moving her arms over his slick chest, and down to his cream covered groin, she got the pleasure of hearing him gasp in shock and he shuddered beneath her hand.

 

She grinned at him, and began to stoke him, slowly at first, and then a bit faster as he groaned, closing his eyes. He clutched her waist as she moved over his member, unable to even resume his ministrations on her. The odd feeling of whipped cream beneath her hand felt just too damn good.

 

His jaw clenched as he almost came, and he grasped her hand suddenly, stopping her. Giving her a half-hearted glare, he made an odd sounding half-growl, half-purr. "Onna, I had planned on this lasting a lot longer, idiot. But no, you had to do that," he growled, moving from the straddling position and licked down her chest, cleaning her from the white foam.

 

She shuddered beneath him, her hands grasping at him, as he continued his way over her stomach. He knelt between her legs, licked and nipped his way over her hips, and up her inner thighs to suddenly nuzzle her womanhood.

 

Shrieking out, Buruma's legs spread on their own, and she shuddered as his tough suddenly licked her, and dipped inside of her. Her legs trembled around his shoulders, and she gasped out as he continued to lick her, nip her, and suck on her.

 

Within moments, he brought her to orgasm, smirking against her folds as she gasped out and screamed his name. He liked that. Immensely. His name on her lips like that surprised him with the sudden feeling of... joy. He frowned at that. It was an odd feeling. He knew it for what it was, despite the very real fact he had never before felt it. Never.

 

He licked his way back up her chest, and paused as he reached her neck. He gazed at her a long moment, watching her recover from her orgasm, her beautiful, and quite messy, face flushed slightly, her mesmerizing blue eyes half-hidden from him as her eyes were nearly closed. "Buruma," he breathed softly, causing her eyes to widen.

 

Then suddenly, he thrust himself into her, earning himself a shocked scream from the female below him. He grasped her hands, pulling them above her head, and intertwined their fingers as he began to thrust slowly, gently, and almost tenderly into her.

 

He sank his teeth slowly into her neck, reopening her mark, moaning softly as her blood flowed into his mouth, his thrust beginning to reach almost fevered heights.

 

She screamed out and suddenly sank her own blunt teeth into his neck, breaking the skin. Marking him. His eyes widened and he gasped in shock, climaxing with her. He rested on her slightly, nuzzling her as he recovered, their hands still clasped together above her head.

 

"We need," she began, soft pants sounding quietly in his ear, "a shower."

 

"Hn." He pulled out of her slowly and knelt over her. Gazing into her tired blue-eyes, he gave her a soft smirk, letting her know all was forgiven and nipped her nose. He then stood up, pulling her with him, and picked her up.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

"Showering. We are quite sticky," he pointed out, setting her in the large tub and turning on the water.

 

"Whose fault is that?"

 

"Yours."

 

Blinking, she gave him an odd look. "How is it mine?"

 

Smirking, he nipped her nose once more before answering, "Because you look delicious."

 

x

 

Vejiita plopped down in the chair across from his mate, who was too busy typing into her laptop to pay him any attention. His hand itched to destroy that infuriating machine. Taking attention away from him. He was leaving after they were released from this room, and he wanted to have her while he still could. He growled loudly.

 

Buruma looked up and blinked tiredly at him. "What, Vejiita?"

 

"Turn that off," he hissed.

 

Her brow furrowed. "What's wrong?"

 

"Turn it off," he repeated. "Or I will destroy it."

 

Gaping at him, she stood up. "What?! You idiot, you will do no such thing! It's my work!"

 

"Now!"

 

Growling, she shut it before he really did carry out his threat, but then swung away from him and jumped on the bed, her arms crossed and pouting. "Jerk."

 

"Do not act like a brat, Onna."

 

"What? You get to train all the damn time, but now that I find something to do and don't jump you just because you now decide to pay attention to me, you're pissed off."

 

He growled and stalked over to her, pushing her roughly to the bed and sitting on her again. "Onna, knock it off!"

 

"Me?! ME?! You're the one acting like a spoiled child, Vejiita. I was busy!"

 

Snarling, he bent down and kissed her roughly, but she was having none of it, she pushed him away violently and he was so surprised, he fell off her and landed on the floor with a soft thud. He blinked at her.

 

"Stay away from me until you learn that I'm a person, not a damn toy you can play with when you want to!" she snapped, getting off the bed and stalking over to the kitchen to fix their dinner. It was nearly nine pm.

 

He watched her go about her preparations, completely floored at her behavior. He had to admit, he had been acting a bit childish. But he wouldn't let her know that.

 

"What did you write in that note to the weakling?" he demanded.

 

Blinking, she glanced at him. "Nothing."

 

"Onna," he began warningly.

 

She shrugged. "If you must know, I told him I was fine, you were a jackass as always but I'm not hurt, and I miss him, love him, and decided I want to sleep with him now-"

 

"What?!" he growled, standing up and stalking over to her. He turned her around roughly to face him, pressing her back against the refrigerator. When he saw her satisfied smirk, he nearly blasted her. Damn her!

 

"Vejiita, I didn't know you care," she teased cruelly, and pulled away from him and resumed cooking. He crossed his arms and glared at her back.

 

"Onna."

 

"What?" she asked, glancing at him.

 

"What did you really write to him about?"

 

"The first part of it, but nothing about missing him and onward."

 

"Hn."

 

"Jealous?"

 

"Of course not," he scoffed.

 

Her eyebrow rose.

 

"Okay, fine. Maybe... a little," he muttered angrily.

 

She smirked at him, but didn't say another word as she started to fry up some sort of meat he thought smelled like those large, ugly, and smelly things he saw once. Something she called beef.

 

"Why did you mark me back?" he demanded suddenly.

 

Blinking, she glanced at him and shrugged. "I just... had to." She shook her head absently. "I can't really explain it."

 

"You felt it, inside, yes?"

 

She nodded, giving him a questioningly look.

 

"The bond," he stated. "Because it was happening naturally, it wanted you to finish it all at once. It will take a couple days to finish," he shrugged. "You just screwed my life up with that, Onna."

 

Glaring at him, she turned away angrily.

 

"I told you I did not want a full bond, and that I was leaving. Now, leaving will be damn near impossible. But I will do it. And it will cause both of us pain."

 

She ignored him.

 

He rolled his eyes and walked up behind her, setting a hand on her hip. He felt her stiffen and growled inaudibly. "Show me how to use those cooking machines," he said suddenly.

 

Swinging around, she gaped at him.

 

"You heard me," he growled.

 

She smiled slightly and proceeded to teach the Saiyajin no Ouji how to cook, human style.

 

x

 

Crawling into the large bed, Buruma sighed heavily. It had been one long day. She and Vejiita had fought all day long, outside of their food... fun. She smirked at that. She'd never look at fruit or whipped cream again. Who would have guessed that the Saiyajin no Ouji could have fun and let loose enough to have a food fight with her? And not to mention shocking her by demanding that she teach him to cook.

 

Vejiita sat on the bed beside her, pulling off his boxers and crawling under the covers to join her. The lights went off as soon as his feet left the floor and left them both in darkness. Buruma closed her eyes, sighing again.

 

"Stop that," he snapped.

 

"Sorry," she whispered tiredly, turning on her side, facing away from him. She heard a soft, sexy growl, and his muscular arm slipped around her waist, pulling her to his chest. His chin rested on her head as he spooned up behind her. His arm loosened a bit around her waist and she snuggled further into his chest. She felt his soft chuckle and elbowed him lightly.

 

"Stop that," he scolded quietly.

 

"Bite me."

 

"Done that."

 

She rolled her eyes and shut them again. "Go to sleep, idiot."

 

"If you would shut up, I would be asleep."

 

"Bastard."

 

"Bitch."

 

"Monkey."

 

He snorted. "If I remember correctly, humans are descended from apes just as Saiyajin were descended from monkeys, similar to the ones here. I wouldn't talk."

 

Elbowing him again, she let out a disgusted snort and tried to sleep, a small smile finding its way to her face. He may be a bastard, but she rather liked the idiot. And with that last thought, she fell into slumber.

 

x

 

AN: Okay, the food lemon was planned for a while after an interesting chat room session... *blushes* Thanks for that definitely goes to QA, Lynz, Marie, and Anika, along with anyone else there participating.

 

Lovies!