| Chains Chapter 10: Telling Yamucha |
| Author: Selenity Jade Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: I'm a workingwoman, leave me be… Do you want to take the seven whole cents I have in my pockets? *Cries* You're so mean! |
| Buruma fidgeted nervously just outside the hanger. Yamucha's ship was docking at that very moment, and she was dreading it. Vejiita stood beside her, a thunderous scow on his face as he glared hatefully at the closed door. After he had relayed the news that her fiancé was coming, she hadn't spoken to him until he came to retrieve her a few moments before. She knew he was angry. Very, very angry that her fiancé was arriving. And she suspected it wasn't just because he didn't like the nobleman. She secretly hoped it was because he was jealous… and wanted her to himself. She didn't know why she wished that, and knew it was a stupid thing to hope for, but she couldn't help herself. Was she perhaps feeling more for the Saiyajin than she had previously thought? After all, why else would she have given herself to the surly warrior? "Buruma, Ouji-sama," a familiar voice greeted, and both turned to find a grinning Kakarotto, accompanied by his mate and his newborn child. Buruma smiled in relief, happy for their timely arrival. "Kakarotto, Chichi, glad you made it." "Wouldn't miss it," Chichi told her, giving her a sympathetic look. The sound of the door sliding open interrupted whatever is was that Buruma was going to say, and the group turned towards the hanger. Buruma suddenly found herself enveloped in a strong embrace, her entire body stiffening in reaction. She relaxed marginally when she realized it was Yamucha, but didn't return the embrace. "Hi... Yamucha." Vejiita growled loudly and strode from the room, his dark cape snapping behind him from the sudden exit. Kakarotto and Chichi exchanged a look while Gohan suddenly opened his mouth and letting loose a loud wail. Buruma wiggled out of Yamucha's arms, glancing at the new baby, a tender smile on her face. "Want to make introductions, Princess?" Yamucha prodded softly. She nodded. "Well, you know Vejiita who just left, the bastard, and this is Chichi and Kakarotto, who is Radditzu's brother. And that is their little boy, Gohan." "Nice to meet you," he said politely. "I believe you were at Buruma's celebration on Earth, correct?" Chichi nodded. "Yes, we were. But I was still pregnant then." Yamucha smiled. "When was he born? And where is Radditzu anyway?" he asked, completely unaware of the pain he caused them by asking. Buruma sighed, looking down. "He died, Yamucha," she whispered painfully. "Oh, gods, Buruma, I'm sorry," he murmured, hugging her again. She stiffened in his embrace again, but allowed the hug, unable to think of a way out of it in any case. "Thanks, Yamucha…" "Well, enough of that," Kakarotto interrupted, a pained expression on his face, his hand clutching his mate's so hard his knuckles were white. "Let's show him to a room, Buruma. Vejiita-sama wanted you to start working on the gravity thing, remember?" Buruma shot Kakarotto a grateful look, nodding. "Alright, come on, Yamucha," she murmured, leading them all out of the room. ~~~ Buruma threw her wrench across the large room, frustrated nearly to tears. She was so damn tired and stressed. She had wanted to avoid her fiancé for a while, before she had to break it off… After all, she couldn't marry him, no matter what her father said now. She was not longer… pure in any case. She sighed, slumping to the floor. Assembling her newest creation was usually easy, but she was so tired her concentration was shot. She hadn't slept in two days, attempting to get this damn thing assembled, and avoiding Yamucha on top of it. And Vejiita as well. She wasn't sure why she was avoiding the issue so adamantly; it wasn't like her at all. But she was, and she still couldn't bring herself to confront either man. Vejiita was being a cold bastard, while Yamucha, on the other hand, was lavishing attention, praise, and affection on her. She hated it. "Buruma?" a voice called, startling her out of her thoughts. Buruma glanced up, blinking at the Saiyajin female and child before her. "Hey, Chichi. What do you need?" She shook her head. "Nothing, I was just checking on you." "Oh, I'm fine, there's no need." Chichi snorted and walked softly towards Buruma, who was standing up, moving the kinks out of her muscles. "You need to sleep, Buruma. Between you and Vejiita-ouji, we're all trying to avoid flying objects. You both are seriously moody lately." "What's his problem?" Chichi shrugged, moving Gohan into the other arm, a hand absently stroking her son's tail as she soothed him to sleep. "I suspect that you are his problem." Gaping at the woman, Buruma struggled to find a reply to that. "What the hell does *that* mean?" Shrugging, Chichi looked down at her now slumbering son. "Just that I think he's hurting now…" "Hurting about *what*?" "Yamucha, of course." Buruma sighed, looking away. "What can I do, Chichi?" She shrugged again. "I don't know much about Earth's customs, but I think you should break off your engagement with Yamucha." "But my father-" "Your father has already mentioned an arranged marriage with Vejiita, too. I doubt it would be a problem." She whined softly. "Vejiita does not want me like that, Chichi. I completely screwed up my life by sleeping with him." "No, you didn't." "Yes, I did!" Buruma snapped angrily. "He can't feel for me! What the hell was I thinking? What the hell possessed me to sleep with him when I know damn well I'm engaged and nothing can come from it!" "You love him." ~~~ Vejiita growled irritably at the warrior before him. "Kakarotto, stop being a hardheaded moron and fight me! I do not wish to stand here all day discussing your damn brat!" Kakarotto blinked, startled. He appeared to be seriously curious as to why Vejiita would *not* want to speak about the child. It was mind boggling to Vejiita how completely stupid the fool was. If he hadn't been the strongest of his warriors, he would have killed the idiot long ago. From sheer annoyance. "Have you talked to Buruma lately?" "That's Princess to you, third-class! Why the fuck do you insist on calling her by her name. She is royalty!" Kakarotto blinked, honestly amazed at Vejiita's vehemence. "Um, she asked me to." "I do not care! Stop it!" Scratching his head, Kakarotto nodded. "Alright, Ouji-sama." He sighed and looked at his prince, his gaze sober. "What's wrong?" "Fuck, Kakarotto! This is a fucking sparring match, not a damn counseling session!" Grinning, Kakarotto replied, "Yes, I know." "We are going to spar now." "After you tell me what's wrong." "No! What do you not understand? There is nothing wrong, and even if there was, I wouldn't tell you!" "Why not?" "Because, you overgrown moron, I do not care to share problems with third class idiots who cannot even shut up for the time it takes to start sparring!" "Sorry, Ouji-sama, but I am concerned." "Well, do not be!" Kakarotto sighed. "Fine, Vejiita-ouji. Spar now?" "About fucking time!!" ~~~ Buruma sighed, walking into the large rooms, which belonged to her fiancé. She looked around the sparse living quarters curiously before her eyes landed on the handsome form of the man she would have married. If it had not been for Vejiita... She thrust that thought quickly away, and gave Yamucha a gentle smile. "Hello, Yamucha." "Princess," he greeted in return, a huge grin lighting up his face. "Finally done with the project that bastard prince wished you to finish?" "Yes, I have," she murmured, sitting on the couch across from him. "Yamucha, we need to talk." An alarmed look passed over his features before he smiled at her. "Alright. What do you wish to talk to me about?" "We have to call off the wedding." He stood up abruptly, completely floored. "What?!" She sighed, looking away from him. "You heard me, Yamucha. I can't marry you." "Why not? Haven't I been good to you? What did I do wrong? I'll fix it, I swear! And what about your father? What will he say?" She shook her head. "Father will have to deal with it. I cannot marry you. Forgive me, Yamucha, but I can't..." His dark eyes stared at her, clearly showing his confusion and hurt to her. "But…why? You can grow to love me, I'll make you happy, I swear!" She shook her head. "I know you would, Yamucha. It isn't you, not really. I did something that I'm not proud of, but in all honestly, I'm not exactly ashamed of it, either. I can't marry you, I'm sorry." "Why not!" he finally roared, his pain causing rage to fill inside of him. "Because I slept with Vejiita!" she screamed back, tears filling her eyes. She gasped when she realized what she had said, her hand covering her mouth fearfully. She watched as the nobleman's eyes widened in shock and hurt before narrowing in anger and jealousy. "You what?" he hissed out. She sighed, looking away as she couldn't stare into those eyes any longer. "You heard me." "Let me get this straight," he began slowly, his jaw muscles tightening. "You *fucked* the Saiyajin no Ouji." "Yamucha!" she exclaimed in shock and hurt. "Well, that's what you did, isn't it?" He glared angrily at her. "You screwed an alien beast! Why?! Why? What the hell were you thinking?! You're right the wedding is called off! I can't believe I fell for such a whore!" She gasped in horror at his words, a sharp pain stabbing into her heart. Her eyes filled with tears, stinging them, and she turned from his accusing glare. With a muffled sob, she ran from the room and down the hall, not even certain which direction she was headed. She just wanted to get away. Far, far away from the cruel words her fiancé – no, *ex*-fiancé – had flung at her. Was it true? Was she really a whore? A slut? What *had* she been thinking to sleep with him? It was her own fault, she knew. It was all her fault and she had no one to blame but herself for the pain Yamucha had inflicted on her. Maybe she was everything he said she was... She suddenly hit something, jarring her back violently, and she lost her balance, landing hard on her backside with a pained grunt. She glared up immediately, momentarily forgetting about her tears, angry with the person who had dared step in her way. Didn't they realize she wanted to get away? "Onna, why are you bawling this time?" She cursed her rotten luck, furious with herself for not avoiding the arrogant prince. "Leave me alone!!" she cried out, yanking herself to her feet and turning on her heel to flee from him as well. She was not ready to deal with him, not yet. It was already painful enough without having him see her cry again. "Onna!" he hissed, grabbing her elbow and swinging her around so hard, she was knocked into his chest. He caught her automatically, a firm hand on her arm steadying her. She tried desperately to control the flood of tears she felt coming – Vejiita only added to it – but found it a loosing battle. With a strangled sob, she flung her arms around his neck, weeping uncontrollably into his broad chest, to his obvious horror. His eyes widened in shock and confusion, his arm held stiffly out where it had been when he'd had a hold on her arm. He had absolutely *no* idea what to do. Sure, he had held her while she cried about Radditzu, but this was definitely odd. She just *threw* herself at him! He finally wrapped his right arm around her, his left moving behind her knees as he scooped her into his strong arms. He turned and headed towards their rooms, determined to find out exactly what was wrong with her. The damn woman was always so *weepy* lately, and it was beginning to piss him off! Although, he suspected it was pissing him off because he actually didn't *like* to see her so upset, but he didn't exactly want to admit that, even to himself. He moved slowly through the ship, the weeping woman snuggled in his arms, nearly wailing loud enough to burst his eardrums. He really wanted to tell her to shut the hell up, but felt that just might make it worse. And what Vejiita didn't want was this to be *any* worse. He glared menacingly at the few Saiyajin he passed. He was angry with them for the startled glances sent his way, the thoughtful gazes directed towards the woman within his embrace, and the small smiles tugging at the corner of their mouths. What the hell was so odd about carrying a damn female through the ship? Admittedly, he had never done it before, but what else was he supposed to do? Just push her off him and leave her sobbing and wailing in the hall? He snorted mentally. He would have never heard the end of it then. Vejiita quickly opened the automatic doors to their chambers, and then moved towards her rooms, wanting to get rid of the woman as swift as possible. He suspected she was crying over the low class warrior again, and as much as he tried to be... sympathetic, it was getting old now. He wasn't a patient person, and he couldn't take much more of the weepy, wailing female. He deposited her gently on the bed, immediately turning to go. "Vejiita?" her weak voice called, stopping him. He repressed an irritated growl, and instead, turned around and glared at her. "What?" "Do you think what you and I did was wrong?" she asked, her voice quavering. He blinked in surprise, a bit confused as to why she was inquiring. They had yet to even discuss it, so it was a bit odd to him that she was questioning right then. Why was she worried about what was right? He blinked, suddenly understanding. She had just come from the direction of the fool human noble's rooms. He was supposed to be her intended mate. He growled softly, unknowingly glaring hatefully at the woman before him. He didn't even see her, actually. He was in fact furious with the fool man who had obviously said something painful to the female, and it had been about *him*. He didn't wonder *why* he was so bothered by the human male's actions. "No," he said simply, turning to leave again. He wanted to have a few words with the woman's soon-to-be mate. He knew he was jealous of the fool; he hated admitting it to himself, though. He knew he hated the fool because he himself wanted the fool's woman. Only now, he had a different reason to be pissed, and he was glad for it. "Vejiita?" "What?" he replied, not turning back to her. "I'm sorry." "For what, Onna?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at her. "For... everything." He blinked. "What?" "For that night with you." He suddenly felt like he was kicked in the gut. She... *regretted* it? "So am I!" he hissed, stalking from the room, completely missing Buruma's flinch and her soft cry of despair. |