Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Thin Lines ❯ Day Nine (Lemon) ( Chapter 9 )

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Thin Lines

By Selenity Jade

Day Nine

Rated: NC17

Disclaimer and Warning: Seriously, I don't own DBZ or related characters. ^_^ I wish I could write that well, but sadly, I still find myself lacking. Besides, if I had a part in DBZ, I wouldn't have made Vejiita as seriously OOC as I did in this chapter! SERIOUS OOC moment in this update! You have been warned. ^_^

Vejiita woke up immediately alert, as usual. He glanced down at the blue-haired female wrapped protectively in his arms, a slow smirk appearing on his face. He felt... content just lying there with the woman. He couldn't remember a time he had ever felt so close to peace as he did right then. His lifelong desires seemed so far away at that moment, his anger at Kakarotto dimmed, and his nightmarish past light years away.

What was it about this little female that seemed to drive his pain, anger, and hatred away? She soothed him, and it was confusing to the Saiyajin no Ouji. She seemed to almost heal his heart, and it frightened the small warrior greatly. His pain and anger was what had driven him to greater heights in power; it had driven him to be the best. And it had kept him alive for so long. Without the anger, hatred, and pain, he would have died long ago. This sudden peace and healing was something he couldn't let happen, not yet. He had so much to achieve first, so much more power to reach, and he had yet to defeat his rival.

How would he beat Kakarotto if he couldn't feel the overwhelming anger and hatred for the warrior? How could he push himself past his limits repetitively if he no longer sought the fool's defeat? How could he achieve his birthright if he allowed this little female to heal him like she did? He couldn't allow it, no matter how much he suddenly found himself craving it. It felt good. It was so damn wonderful just lying here with her in his arms, her soft breaths sounding in his ears, and her sweet scent filling his nostrils with each breath. It was glorious.

He hated her for it.

I am a damn masochist. And he knew it to be true. He had lived with pain his entire life that he had come to almost crave it. He needed the pain to push himself. The pain he put himself through while training had to be there or he would grow soft. Just as he was growing soft with her. His gentle handling of the female screamed at him that this was so. His fear of hurting her drove him insane. His fear of causing her any pain angered him. But he didn't want her to feel the horrible agony he had been put through. She was too fragile, too innocent, too good for that.

The damn female had forced her way into his heart and settled there, despite his repeated attempts at pushing her out. She had crawled into his twisted soul and started mending that which he hadn't wanted fixed. The horrors he had seen while under Furiza had made him strong and as much as he despised the pale freak for it, he had felt almost thankful. Without it, he would not have survived or achieved the power he had.

Now, this little female was working to fix him, heal him, when he couldn't allow her to. He needed his pain and anger to become greater than the third-class idiot had. He needed to be stronger! His pride would not allow him to be second best for the rest of his life. And he was afraid that if he allowed her to soothe him, he wouldn't only be second best any longer. He'd be third and then fourth as the other fools caught up to him. Then he'd be nothing.

Sighing inaudibly, Vejiita kissed the top of Buruma's head softly as it lay on his shoulder. Kami knew he didn't deserve her. He didn't deserve her concern, her tenderness, or any part of her heart. So how was it that a killer of races attracted a fragile human female with hair the color of the ocean and eyes like sapphires? He had no idea, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know, either.

He brushed a stray tendril of hair off her forehead softly, leaning his cheek on the top of her head. Five more days and then they were out of there. He might as well make the most of it while he still could. After all, he would be leaving her when they were released.

And a part of him relished the pain their separation would bring him. Maybe it would lead him to a new level of power. He regretted that she would feel the same pain, just as a part of him cringed at the thought of life without her.

What had he gotten himself into?

Buruma snapped awake and sat up suddenly with a gasp, reawakening the Saiyajin beside her who also sat up, his muscles tense, his hand ready to release a ki blast at whatever appeared. Glancing around, he scowled as he noticed nothing out of the ordinary and relaxed marginally, giving his bedmate a glare.

"What the hell was that for?"

She blushed slightly, giggling. "Sorry, Vejiita, but I was dreaming and had an idea."

He shot her a disgusted look. "Next time, wake up a little less excited. Do not forget that I am a warrior and waking me up like that is likely to get someone hurt. Most likely, you."

"I said I was sorry!" she snapped, crawling out of his embrace and onto the floor. She stood beside the bed, gloriously naked, and regally walked over to grab the mysterious appearing robe on the dresser. "What do you want for breakfast?"

He snapped out of his daze, his eyes moving from her rear to her face, a small smirk playing on his lips. "What do you think?"

Rolling her eyes, she padded over to the kitchen area. "Don't even think about it, Vejiita. I'm still sore."

He chuckled and rose from the bed himself, not even bothering with a pair of shorts as he made his way over to the toilet. "I suppose I can be nice enough to allow you to rest today."

"Gee, thanks," she snapped back, opening the refrigerator. When she heard the sound of water hitting water again, she rolled her eyes. "That is beyond annoying, Vejiita. I can hear you use the bathroom!"

He grunted. "So? What would you like me to do about it? Tell you to plug your ears?"

"Never mind," she said, slamming the refrigerator door. "I'll never teach you any manners anyway."

"Who needs manners?"

She shot him a glare, which he had turned just in time to see, and grumbled to herself as she prepared a large breakfast for them both. Vejiita smirked at her back as he silently strolled up behind her. Without touching her, he leaned towards her ear and nipped it gently, earning himself a shiver from Buruma. "Vejiita," she murmured, and he knew she was about to protest the affection, thinking that he wanted to mate again.

He didn't though, knowing she was tired and sore from their activities, and needed to rest a bit. She was an addiction to him now, but he could wait. "Hush," he muttered, kissing her neck as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "I know you are tired. I just wanted to taste you..." He nipped her neck once tenderly and stepped away from her before he really did take her again. "Is it finished?"

She shook her head, flipping over the pancakes quickly.

"Ah, how long?"

"Half hour?" she guessed, glancing at him.

"I will shower first then."

She nodded, and turned away from him again. Vejiita frowned thoughtfully, but walked back towards the bathroom area, and took a long shower. A cold one.

After a silent breakfast, Vejiita retreated to the far side of the large room and proceeded to run through a series of katas - very different from the ones she had seen the others perform - that Buruma found incredibly erotic and kept her glancing at him often as she did the dishes.

After a few five minutes of glancing at him, he finally looked up at her, smirking, letting her know he was fully aware of her interest. She flushed and looked down, scrubbing the pan furiously in her embarrassment and rising anger. The conceited bastard! I'm sure he's doing that just to attract my interest and show off his perfectly muscular body! Gah, I should just smack the idiot. He's too damn vain!

"Problems, Onna?" he teased from the other side of the room.

She growled and shot him a venomous glare. "Bastard."

"Bitch," he shot back, his smirk widening.

"Asshole!"

"Busu."

She gaped at him before narrowing her eyes. "Buotoko!"

"Oni."

"Bakayaro!"

"Jajauma."

"Chikushoume!"

"Saseko."

She screamed, throwing the large pan in her hands at the amused Saiyajin no Ouji, who dodged effortlessly. He laughed loudly as she quickly started throwing every dish within reach at him, easily avoiding the projectiles. His eyes widened when he saw her reach for the large kitchen knives and phased out and reappeared in front of her, grabbing her slender wrists in his hands, still smirking.

"Now, now, little Onna, you do not want to hurt someone..."

"Yes, I do! I'm going to kill you, you little bastard! No one calls me a whore!"

He winced, and squeezed her wrists slightly in warning. "Onna, knock it off!" he barked. "Your screeches are hurting my ears."

"Good!" she screamed back, trying to get her arms free. "Let go, damn you!"

He smirked and pinned her back to the refrigerator, pressing her hands above her head and holding them with a hand. "No," he purred, kissing her suddenly.

She continued to struggle furiously, her leg kneeing him in the groin, catching him unprepared, and he grunted at the sudden pain, releasing her mouth. He stared at her in complete shock, his hand gripping her knee to prevent another such action. "I hate you! Let me go!"

He growled at her loudly, kissing her roughly again, demanding her response, his hand moving from her knee to behind, and forcing her leg around his hip as he pressed himself to her. She continued to struggle, the wild movements inflaming the Saiyajin further and he suddenly pulled her from the refrigerator and pinned her to the floor with his legs, his hand still holding her arms above her head, as the other worked on removing her robe.

"Damn it, Vejiita! No! Stop it! I'm not in the mood!" she screamed at him, suddenly a bit frightened. If she didn't know better, fighting him was turning him on. Although, she shouldn't have been surprised, he was a warrior, a prince of warriors, and she suspected it was possibly a common Saiyajin reaction. But she wasn't Saiyajin, and it was scaring her.

He growled loudly, yanking off the rest of her robe, kissing her again roughly. A small whimper from the woman beneath him made him pause and release her mouth to look down at her. His eyes widening when he looked into her wide, frightened blue ones. He took a deep breath, calming himself forcefully and leaned down to kiss her neck gently, still not releasing her, but not proceeding further either. He had forgotten she was human and not Saiyajin, that mating with her would always have to be gentle. She was too fragile, too human, even if she acted Saiyajin most of the time. Humans did not use fights as a type of foreplay as many warrior races did, and he should have remembered that. Humans mated gently, more so than any other race he had encountered, not that he had much experience in any other race's mating habits outside of warriors, but he should have known better. Saiyajin, while they had mated tenderly at times, could also be brutal in their mating, and had enjoyed it immensely.

Guilt began to swell within him, and moaned slightly against her. She was shaking slightly, and he winced, nuzzling her neck. "Gomen nasai, Buruma," he murmured, nipping her gently. "Gomen nasai..."

She panted softly below him, forcing a deep breath and calm herself. When he whispered his apology, she blinked in shock, and relaxed. "Vejiita-"

"Shhhh," he told her softly, kissing her neck again. "Gomen nasai, Buruma. I forgot myself."

"Vejiita-"

"Hush, let me speak," he whispered, still kissing and nipping at her neck gently. "I should have remembered you are human, Onna. I forgot myself, and I am sorry. I should have remembered you are not Saiyajin."

"Vejiita-"

"Shhhh," he mumbled, still gently kissing her throat. "I am sorry I frightened you, Onna. You should never have had cause to fear me, and I gave you one. Gomen nasai," he whispered, nuzzling her softly. "Hate me if you wish, I deserve that. I almost..." His voice broke slightly then, and he cut himself off, leaning his forehead against the floor beside her head. "Gomen nasai," he murmured again, releasing her arms and moving his body off her. He settled beside her, on his side, his head still leaning against her neck, his hands carefully avoiding contact with her.

Buruma was in a sort of shocked daze as he continued to whisper apologies into her hair. He wasn't acting like the Vejiita she knew. She blinked rapidly, staring up as he murmured to her quietly, and smiled softly. He really does care for me... "Vejiita, it is okay." It was hard to stay mad at the proud warrior when pride seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

Frowning at her words, he growled something softly before speaking quietly again, "No, Onna. Do not forgive me so easily."

"Vejiita, I'll forgive what I want to. It is understandable, and I'm not angry anymore. It's fine."

"No... You may not be angry, but you fear me," he snarled out.

She forced a smile and rolled over to her side, staring into his dark eyes. "No, I was a bit scared for a moment there, but nothing scares me for long. You should know that by now."

He glared at her angrily. "Onna-"

"Hush, let me speak now," she told him quietly. "You and I may not be staying together after we get out of here, but we both need to remember we are of different races and cultures. I got a reminder of that today, just as you did. It is fine. No harm done, Vejiita. We are not the same, and we may have a few misunderstandings now and then. It will happen, probably quite often. It's something we need to deal with and learn to accept about each other. Because even if we are no longer together after this, you and I will be living together for quite a while."

He nodded slightly and kisses her lips softly. "Forgive me..."

"Already did, Vejiita," she murmured, kissing him back just as tenderly.

"Thank you," he said softly, moving away from her. "Let's pick up our mess, hmmm?"

She giggled and nodded. "Yes, broken dishes all over the room are serious health hazards to someone with bare feet."

He snorted. "Not to me."

Slapping him playfully, she rose to her feet, staring down at the Saiyajin no Ouji who was still lying on the floor staring up at her. "Come on, lazy bastard. Move it!"

He rolled his eyes and pulled himself up. "As you wish, bitch."

"Hey!"

"I'm done!"

Vejiita snorted at the blue-haired woman, shaking his head slightly. "What the hell is that?"

She shot him a smirk to rival his best, and turned back to her project. "Father wanted an old-fashioned bird house for his birthday, so I made him one. I'm just happy I have my capsules in here."

He frowned and padded up silently behind her, looking over her shoulder at the small wooden house that Buruma was currently in the process of painting lavender. "Bird house? Why the hell would a bird need a house?"

She giggled and dipped her brush in the paint again. "They like them, Vejiita. Well, some kinds do. And it attracts some very pretty ones into the yard. Mother and Father like them, even if Kitty likes to chase the really small ones, and since Father's birthday will happen two days after we are released, I figured I should finish this."

"Why are you making it purple?"

She shot him a glare. "It's lilac, jackass, and Dad likes the color!"

Snickering, he shook his head and moved over to the sink to grab a glass of water. "I see. Still looks purple to me."

"You're a macho pig so of course you can't tell the difference between shades!"

"Onna, when the hell would I need to know the difference between purple and lilac?"

She paused opened mouth, and got an odd look on her face before she suddenly cracked up. "Oh, I suppose you have a point. But I can just see the battles if you did! 'Hey, Vejiita, nice blue spandex,'" Buruma mimicked in a low voice. "'It is not blue, moron, it is cerulean!'" she answered herself in a surprisingly Vejiita-like voice. She grinned and started laughing again. "That would be funny to see though!"

He snorted and took her paintbrush from her hand. "Yeah, to you maybe," he told her irritably before he dipped the brush in the light purple - no, lilac - paint and smirked at her.

Watching him in confusion, Buruma suddenly felt a bit nervous. "What are you doing?"

He suddenly moved his hand up and brushed it over her cheek, leaving a thick line of paint on her flawless skin. "That."

She gaped at him, completely floored that he had done that before she growled loudly, grabbed her other paintbrush and returned the favor. She then returned his satisfied smirk. "An eye for an eye."

Frowning slightly, he gave her a mock glare and ran the brush over her other cheek. "Whatever that meant."

"It means," she purred, brushing his other cheek as well, "that whatever you do to me deserves the same thing done to you."

He chuckled and dipped the brush again. "Oh, really?" He gave her a wicked grin and painted a line over her chin.

She returned it, only adding a thick one down his chest. "You are being playful, Vejiita," she accused.

Snorting, he ripped off her shirt, to return the mark down her chest, right over her white bra. "No. The Saiyajin no Ouji is never playful."

"You are seriously arrogant you realize, right?"

He chuckled. "So I have been told. Many times," he said huskily, before snatching both brushes and setting them on the table. Grabbing her suddenly, he pulled her body to his slightly sweaty one, looking into her deep blue eyes that even now were darkening with passion.

"Does that not bother you? That people think you're a conceited, arrogant bastard?" she whispered back, trembling slightly.

He shook his head, nuzzling her neck. "Why would it? I do not care what others think of me. Pride is all I had for many years, and the only thing that Furiza could not strip from me, despite his every effort to do so. I will not relinquish it now for a bunch of weak human fools who would despise me anyway."

"They don't hate you," she panted softly, arching her neck slightly as he began to nibble and kiss down it slowly.

"They do, Onna. And the feeling is mutual. I do not care about their moronic opinions, or anyone else's for that matter." He nibbled on her shoulder gently.

"I think there is someone's opinion that matters to you," she told him softly.

He snorted and ran his hands over her rear, pulling her towards his very obvious arousal, still kissing and brushing his tongue and teeth over her shoulders and collarbone. "Then you would be wrong," he breathed out against her.

"Oh, really? You mean to tell me you do not care about my opinion of you?" she asked.

He paused in his ministrations, and growled quietly, moving his hips against her. "...perhaps..." He brushed his lips over hers gently, purring to her softly. "Are you still sore?" he asked in a low murmur.

She nodded but held him to her. "Yes, but... I think I can ignore it..."

He smirked at her and lifted her effortlessly into his arms, walking softly towards the large bed and setting her on it gently. "Gently then," he told her, stripping her of her clothes, his mouth moving over her bared breasts tenderly.

She arched against him, moaning softly and buried her hands in his hair. After he had removed her jeans, she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to achieve as much contact as possible, which amused and excited the Saiyajin even further.

He chuckled huskily and removed his shorts quickly, his hand moving up her inner thigh as he trailed his mouth up her chest to her jaw and then capturing her lips gently. Buruma gasped against his mouth as his fingers entered her, thrusting into her delicately. His purring increased at the sound and the scent of her, his groin tightening almost painfully.

That he could want her so damn much after having her so many times scared him a little. He was beginning to think he would never get enough of her, enough of her taste, of her scent, of her voice screaming his name as she shuddered beneath him.

Her hands moved down his back, her fingers clutching him with ever thrust of his fingers, until she came upon his lower spine. And his tail spot. He gasped suddenly and released a loud groan as she touched it, and he immediately pulled his hands from her center and thrust into her roughly, needing to ease the incredibly painful ache she had caused.

She moaned and tightened her legs around his hips, her arms wrapped around him tightly, and yet still, her hand moved over that spot, inflaming him. "Stop," he growled out as he pounded into her, but gently enough to not hurt her, he hoped. The damn spot was sheer torture when she touched it, the need to finish it, to come now, overwhelmed him. It was painfully wonderful, but he knew she wouldn't get to finish if he couldn't control it.

"Why?" she panted against his mouth, kissing him deeply, grunting with each thrust. His hands tightened on her hips and he growled loudly, nipping her lower lip, earning himself a moan from her.

He groaned as he felt her begin to near her own climax and lost it, spilling into her with another rough thrust and a choked curse. She gasped his name as her own washed over her while he continued to move within her, riding out his own powerful orgasm in strong mini-thrusts, the soft grunts coming from his throat that muffled her own pleasured pants.

He rolled off her when he thought he was composed enough, and pulled her to lie on his chest, still panting softly. She murmured softly and he felt her doze off on him. He smirked and nuzzled her hair lightly before joining her in a nap. Who knew sex could wear him out so thoroughly?

Buruma woke up to a nice warm feeling, and a smile appeared on her face. It had been an odd day. Then again, it had been odd since the beginning of their captivity in the room. She sighed softly and glanced at her watch, blinking in surprise as she noticed the complete darkness. "Vejiita?"

"Hn," he grunted from beneath her, his chest vibrating against her naked flesh.

"What time is it?"

"Hmmm, eight."

"Hungry?"

"Hn," he grunted, nuzzling her hair. "Always."

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you. How can you always know what time it is?"

He shrugged. "Something I learned while with Furiza. Saiyajin and other warrior races can learn that because we tend to be more aware of ourselves than you humans. I'm sure the human warriors can do it as well."

"Ah..."

He chuckled. "Cook. I am getting very hungry now."

She slapped him playfully as she rolled off him and onto her feet beside the bed. "Fine, fine. Impatient Saiyajin."

He snorted, and watched her throw on another robe - the other had been destroyed earlier - and walk sexily towards the kitchen. He felt the familiar peace settle inside of him and sighed softly to himself. He should not have mated her in the first place, he decided. After they got out, he'd have to make damn sure to stay away from her. This... feeling would destroy him.

After dinner, both captives of the mysterious room crawled back into bed. It was getting late, and while neither said anything, the both felt the need for cuddle time. Buruma didn't know why, but she felt as if Vejiita needed it right then, that something was bothering him. She didn't ask, however, knowing he would prefer not to talk about it. She snuggled into his side, and he wrapped the arm around her, pulling her towards him. Laying her head on the shoulder there, she sighed happily and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of complete bliss she felt.

"This is nice," she murmured softly.

He grunted, but nuzzled her head softly and placed a gentle kiss on her hair. She was a bit worried about how things would be when they were released from the room, but didn't dwell on it. What was the use of worrying before it happened?

She couldn't help but feel a bit of trepidation though, no matter how hard she forced the thoughts from her mind. And with those thoughts, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

AN: Um, don't mind the Japanese up there, I had fun, and they are insults. I'm a bit brain dead on insults you know.

Lovies!