| A Saiyajin’s Heart Chapter 1: Goku’s Angry? |
| Author: Selenity Jade Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: DBZ and characters are not mine. I’m not nearly as good. I try and try but ... sadly I wake up and still realize I suck. So, don’t sue! It isn’t worth it. Trust me. |
| "Vejiita!" Buruma screeched angrily, her voice echoing through the empty house. Slamming the back door open, she stormed outside and stomped her way to the gravity room. Just as she reached the large, circular spaceship, the metal door slid open to reveal a livid Saiyajin no Ouji in all his glory, wearing nothing but a tight pair of black spandex shorts. His muscular, hairless chest shone with a thin layer of sweat, which he was in the process of wiping off with the towel that hung around his neck. He glared at her as she approached, his face set in his usual holier-than-thou scowl. "Stop screaming, Onna. I am not as deaf as you humans," he snapped. Snorting softly, she stopped a few inches from the small warrior, placing a hand on her shapely hip, and glared at him. "You jackass! You ate all the food I had prepared for the party!" Frowning, he asked, "Party?" "I’m having a party tonight, Vejiita. With Son-kun, his family, and the rest of the gang." His scowl deepened. "Why did you not tell me?" he demanded. "I did, baka! Three days ago," she snapped. "You just grunted and walked away." "Hn." He crossed his arms over his chest as he frowned at her. "What time will those fools be here?" "Around six tonight," she told him with a sigh. "Hn," he grunted again, turning to re-enter the gravity chamber. "Are you going to be there? Or holing yourself in the gravity room all night?" He shrugged without turning around. "Is Kakarotto’s loud-mouthed mate coming?" "Of course," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "And that weak human male you choose to cling to?" Glaring at his back, she growled, "Him, too." "I will pass," he sneered. "I do not need to watch you two fondle each other any more than I already have to." She gave his back a superior smirk. "You’re just jealous," she stated confidently. His back stiffened before he swung around to glare at her. "Jealous? Of what? Him?" Snorting, he crossed his arms. "Hardly." "No," she purred sweetly, "you’re jealous I have someone." "I need some sniveling, whiny, loud, weak female to hang on me. Yes, I am jealous all right," he sneered sarcastically. "You are such a moron, Vejiita. You can’t tell me you don’t get lonely or even fucking horny for that matter!" "You know nothing about me, Onna," he hissed. "I do not need a female to waste my energy on." "No, you just waste energy on trying to defeat Son-kun, which isn’t happening anytime soon," she quipped back thoughtlessly. He snarled loudly at her. "I will defeat him, Onna!" She shook her head. That had always been a sore point with the angry Saiyajin and she had no right to rub one of his insecurities in his face, no matter how pissed off she was at him. She sighed before she spoke again. "I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have said that. Sometimes my mouth runs off with me." "Hn," he grunted softly. It was his way of letting her know she was forgiven. "I understand you sometimes, Vejiita," she told him softly. He gave her his ‘you are completely stupid’ look. "Right." "You can’t deny I know you better than anyone else, Vejiita. I’ve lived with you for a year now. You need someone, you know. No one should have to be as alone as you are. Even with me here." Glaring at her, he growled, "I like being alone. Especially to get away from your loud mouth!" Shaking her head, she released a small giggle. Regardless of what he said, she knew she and Vejiita had something very close to a friendship. She knew he would never harm her. He was proud – too proud – but that was all he thought he had. He never felt shame or embarrassment, and he hid his emotions, determined to never show weakness to the enemy. "Sorry, Vejiita, but I don’t believe you. I don’t know what it is, but you and I are somewhat like friends, and I think that despite everything, you like me. I don’t know if you’ve ever known love, or can feel it at all, but I care about you, baka. And I’m not going to stop. Everyone needs someone, Vejiita. Even you." "I need no one!" he roared, stomping into the gravity chamber angrily and slamming his hand on a large red button beside the door. It swung shut with a quiet *shoosh*. She stared sadly at the closed door, and turned to walk away. ‘You’re wrong, Vejiita. You need someone even more than I do.’ ~~~~~~~~~~ "Thank you, Chichi!" Buruma said, relief evident in her voice. "Vejiita ate all the food that was prepared. He didn’t realize it was for the party." Snorting, Chichi quipped, "I’m sure he did it just to piss you off." Laughing, Buruma leaned back against the counter. "Well, that *is* something he’d do, but this time it wasn’t. He forgot about the party." "Sounds like my Goku," Chichi quipped. With a mock gasp, Buruma giggled. "Don’t say such things! If Vejiita heard you compare him to Son-kun, he’d kill you." "I’d like to see him try." Buruma shook her head. "You know he could kill us all without blinking an eye, Chichi. I suggest you don’t dare him to." "He won’t. Goku would stop him," Chichi stated confidently. "Son-kun would try, Chichi. A pissed off Vejiita isn’t something to take lightly; not even Son-kun is that stupid. You forget those two are very close in power." "You piss him off all the time," Chichi pointed out. "I think it’s more fun than really pissing him off, Chi. He likes to fight and I think he sees our little arguments as verbal battles." "Are you sure it’s safe to allow him there? He is a killer and very dangerous, Buruma," Chichi reminded her. "I’m safe, don’t worry. I know which lines not to cross. He’ll live with me until he decides he wants to leave and that’s final, Chichi. He’s my friend, in a weird twisted sort of way," Buruma stated. "You realize you just called that Saiyajin your friend?" Chichi asked in shock. "Yeah, he’s my friend." "Is he coming to the party? "He said he won’t, but he may show up just to be unpredictable." "I hope he doesn’t. He always ruins them. I really don’t like him." Buruma rolled her eyes. "Hai, I know, Chi. He may never be a ‘good’ guy, but he’s not that horrible." Chichi snorted. "Right, maybe not to *you*." "What’s that supposed to mean?" "He’s almost nice to you, Buruma. You can’t tell me you never noticed. You guys insult each other, but it’s actually pretty tame compared to some of the stuff he says to my husband or the rest of the our friends." "He will always be the way he is, I suppose. You may as well get used to him. He does live with me." Sighing, Chichi gave a little confused snort. "I can never understand that! You have Yamucha, Buruma. Why did you offer your home to that evil man?" "I don’t see what Yamucha has to do with it." "Yamucha doesn’t like it any more than I do. He’s getting jealous, Buruma." "Jealous? Why?" she asked in confusion, absently twirling the phone cord in her fingers. "You’re living with another man, Buruma! You defend him and yet you fight and insult him yourself. Yamucha is beginning to think there is something going on with you two. You know he loves you, Buruma. I suggest you get that bastard out of there if you want to keep Yamucha." "He’s just going to have to deal with it, Chi. If he wants to leave me because of a supposed affair I am not having, fine. Vejiita stays," Buruma stated stubbornly. "I don’t care what people think about it. He is my friend, and for some damn reason, I care about the bastard. He’s a mystery, and one I intend to figure out. Besides, where else would he go? He’s a decent roommate, and he’s lonely, Chi. He’s dark, mysterious, arrogant, rude, and a big pain in my ass, but he’s also very, very lonely." "I doubt he gives a shit about you." Buruma nearly shrugged before she remembered she was on the phone and Chichi couldn’t see her. "Maybe, Chi. Everyone, even an evil Saiyajin no Ouji, needs someone to be there for them. He may never appreciate it, and he may kill me yet, but I will not give up on him." "I don’t see how you can do that, Buruma! I don’t think he even *wants* a friend. I think he just wants to defeat my husband and destroy the planet. Just to be left alone." "Maybe. He tolerates me more than most people, and I doubt he’ll kill me. I won’t change who he is." "Fine, Buruma. I give up. What time do you want me over there to prepare for the party?" "Now?" Buruma asked hopefully. "Goku isn’t home yet and he’s just about the only way I’m going to get there anytime soon." "Flare your ki, Chi! He’ll teleport to you," the blue-haired woman suggested with a giggle. "He’ll think you’re in trouble." She could almost see Chichi start in surprise. "You are a genius, Buruma! Why didn’t I think of that?" "Who knows? I just wish I could do that. I can’t control my ki level at all, what pathetic amount I do have," she replied bitterly. "You actually have a decent level of ki for being human and untrained, Buruma. A lot of strength comes from training, not genetics," Chichi told her. "You’ll never be as strong as a Saiyajin or that green goon who kidnapped my son, but you could possibly rival Kuririn or Yamucha after a few years." "You really think so?" "Yeah, I’m sure! Hell, if I had kept up on my training, I could mop the floor with those idiots!" Buruma sighed suddenly. "That’s good, Chi, but who would ever train me?" "I could," Chichi told her thoughtfully. "At the same time, I could be training myself...." She suddenly brightened. "You know, that just might be the thing we both need! With those boys all training, it’ll get kind of boring, but if we train, it’ll give us something to do. Besides, Goku always liked it when I was training," she added with a light giggle. "He said that when I came in all sweaty and panting like that it was a big turn on for him." "Too much info, Chi," Buruma said with a grimace. "That is my best friend you’re talking about!" She could hear the blush in her friend’s voice. "Gomen. So, we train?" "Yes!" Buruma agreed. "I could surprise Yamucha and Vejiita!" "I’ll get Goku here and be over in a few, okay? We’ll talk about that then," Chichi said happily. "Okay, bye, Chichi!" "Bye!" Buruma hung up the phone with a little grin. ‘I wonder how Son-kun will react knowing that Chichi was never in any danger?’ She giggled softly to herself. She could almost picture his face when he realized it was a trick to use him as transportation. "Onna!" a gruff voice roared from outside the kitchen door before it opened to reveal a very irate Saiyajin no Ouji. He glared at her. "What?" she asked, confused. ‘Did the gravity room break again?’ "You interrupted my training!" he barked angrily. "Huh??" She looked at the small Saiyajin in bewilderment. "How did I do that? I was just on the phone, Vejiita!" Scowling at her, he hissed, "You turned off the gravity, Onna." Her brow furrowed. "I did no such thing, Vejiita!" He stared at her for a few moments before folding his arms over his chest, his legs slightly spread. "Feh. I thought that was weird." "What was weird?" "The gravity just shut off. It was not malfunctioning, I checked. It was turned off. I thought it was you, somehow, even when I could feel your ki in here. Who would dare?" Vejiita asked with a frown. Her eyebrow rose a bit. "No malfunction? Did you check the breakers?" Nodding, he growled, "I checked the breakers, the plug, wiring. I even ran a diagnostic check on the damn thing. Nothing. I walked out of it and noticed the emergency shut off was triggered." "Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "No one is that stupid." "Hn." Buruma turned around to leave the kitchen and nearly walked into a large body. She glanced up in surprise to see a very irritated Son Goku with a grinning Chichi held in one of his large arms. The blue-haired genius smiled. "I see it worked." "Yep," Chichi agreed happily, stepping away from her husband’s embrace. "You don’t have to be so pissed off, Goku-sa." "Chi, you scared the life out of me! I thought you were in trouble. Serious trouble! And I come to find out it was some stupid ploy to get me to take you to Buruma’s house. How am I supposed to feel? Happy? Joyful? I think not," he snapped angrily. Blinking, Vejiita chuckled softly. "Kakarotto, you are actually pissed at your mate?" "Damn straight," Goku growled. Vejiita snickered. Glaring at his rival, Goku barked, "Knock it off, Vejiita. I don’t just fold every time my wife gets mad at me!" Bursting into a full-blown laugh, the Saiyajin no Ouji said, "I thought you did. You even have a curfew, third-class." Noticing that Chichi was glaring at the Saiyajin no Ouji, Buruma decided to defuse the situation fast. "Vejiita, enough please," she told him softly. He paused, open-mouthed, and turned to look at her questioningly. "Son-kun, I know it was a dirty trick. It was my idea. If you want to be mad, be mad at me." "You?!" Goku exclaimed. "Yes," she agreed with a Vejiita-like smirk. The softhearted Saiyajin glared at her. "Proud of it, too, I bet. Giving me a heart attack. I was swimming and all of a sudden felt her ki flare, and damn near swallowed half the river! I teleported back naked, and I found her safe and sound, laughing her fool head off. I don’t think it is something to be proud of," Goku scolded. Buruma couldn’t help but burst into giggles. She was soon joined by Chichi, and Goku shot both women glares. "I can’t believe you actually got angry," Buruma gasped out between her gales of laughter. Goku grunted as he frowned. "It isn’t funny. If she keeps doing that, what happens when she really is in danger? I might just think she’s pulling the same trick and ignore it, only to come home to find her dead, or worse!" The blue-haired genius sobered. "Point, Son-kun." Goku turned to his wife. "Promise not to do that again unless it’s an emergency, Chi," he demanded. The younger woman stared at her husband a moment before lowering her head. "Alright, I promise, Goku-sa." Suddenly, the serious, angry Goku was replaced with his happy-go-lucky counterpart. "Thanks, Chi. Hey, Vejiita!" he exclaimed, turning to the shorter Saiyajin. "Since I’m here, you want to spar?" "Hn," he grunted. "Fine. Gravity room or air?" "Gravity room," Goku replied wistfully. "Son-kun," Buruma began, glancing quickly out of the corner of her eye at Vejiita. ‘I hope he doesn’t kill me for this.’ "If you want, I could build you a gravity chamber," she told her friend, watching Vejiita’s eyes narrow in anger and resentment. She knew that Vejiita wanted to get stronger than his rival, and Goku having his own gravity room would allow him to keep growing in power, and slow down Vejiita’s chances of surpassing him. But she knew it was for the best this way. After all, she was more concerned with the safety of the human race and her planet than Vejiita’s pride. "It won’t be as advanced as Vejiita’s, Son-kun," she added hastily, nearly grinning as she saw Vejiita’s small start of surprise. "His kind of room requires constant maintenance. I have enough work with his, I can’t add yours to it, and if you really need more, you can always ask Vejiita to use his." Buruma could almost see Vejiita’s eyes widen fractionally. She knew he was curious to know why she acted as if the gravity room was his property to do with what he wished. She had always referred to it as hers before, never his. She quickly turned her eyes back to Goku before the hot-tempered Saiyajin could catch her watching him. Goku’s mouth fell open in shock. "Really? You’d make me a gravity room?" Laughing, Buruma nodded. "Of course, Son-kun. I don’t mind. It’s the least I could do to help with the fight coming up. Besides, I don’t have any projects going on right now and Father still runs the company, until next year when he’ll start to slide some of his duties onto me. I’ve got enough spare time. Of course, you realize that Vejiita’s room comes first. If he blows it up again, I’ll have to put yours on hold. I promised him first," she put in. "That’s fine!" Goku agreed excitedly, not really caring now that he could train in enhanced gravity again. He smiled at Vejiita. "Want to go train now?" "Hn," the Saiyajin grunted, walking out the door. Buruma grinned as Goku actually skipped out after him. "Men," she stated, rolling her eyes. "More like Saiyajin," Chichi corrected with an impish grin. Laughing, Buruma smirked. "Yes, Saiyajin. I suppose it’s a good thing the planet isn’t covered with them, hm? We have enough problems with those two as it is!" "Definitely," Chichi agreed. "So, where do we start?" "Food," Buruma said quickly, opening the refrigerator and beginning to rummage around. "Hey, Chi?" "Hai?" Chichi asked from the sink, where she had begun cleaning up the dishes the irritable Saiyajin no Ouji had left from before. Blushing, Buruma coughed lightly. "I have a slightly embarrassing question..." Chichi glanced at her curiously. "Ask away." "I just wanted to know," she began, blushing harder, "how is it that you got Son-kun to sleep with you?" Choking, Chichi flushed as well. "Buruma!" "I’m sorry, but he just doesn’t seem like he’s a very sexual person, you know? I doubt he’d even pay attention if a woman paraded in front of him naked! Hell, I know he wouldn’t pay attention!" Chichi blushed and looked away. "Well, he’s not. Not usually. I don’t see Vejiita as very sexual either, you know. I mean he has you around him all the time, and you’re gorgeous, but I have yet to see him take more than a glance at you." "You mean you guys don’t do it?! Except for conceiving Gohan, I mean." Chichi smiled. "Oh, we do it, Buruma. Quite often in fact. At first, he was innocent and stuff and I had to put the moves on him, but," she began, a small dreamy smile on her face, "after he got a bit excited, it was like he snapped, you know?" She glanced at the blue-haired genius who stood there gawking at her. "He’s very passionate in bed and while he never shows it, he’s very much a sexual man. It was just attracting his attention that was hard. But when I’d done that, his attention is on me all the time." "Well, how did you get him to notice you?" Buruma asked curiously. Chichi shrugged. "I don’t know. I yelled at him and then suddenly kissed him. He was shocked, but then... it was like he was attacking me, but nothing so bad. He was all over me and-" Buruma held up a hand. "No details." Chichi giggled. "You asked." Shaking her head, she started pulling out a few dozen packages of meat. "Let’s get started." |