| Chains Chapter 6: Grief |
| Author: Selenity Jade Rating: R Disclaimer: I'm only 21! And I'm not Japanese. Hell, I don't even speak Japanese. So, I don't own. |
| "Onna," Vejiita said softly in his gruff voice. "Radditzu..." He padded up softly beside her and crouched down. He moved a gloved hand to her face, placing a finger under her chin, forcing her teary eyes to look into his sober gaze. "Onna." Her face crumpled slightly and a tear escaped her blue eyes, rolling down her flawless cheek and landing on the hand that held her face. He wiped it away gently. She closed her eyes as his finger caressed her face, another tear escaping. She heard him sigh softly and her eyes snapped open when she felt his soft lips kiss the tear away. When he pulled away, she stared at him in surprise. His eyes revealed nothing and he was frowning softly. "Kakarotto?" she asked quietly. "He'll live." She nodded slight, another tear falling from her eyes. "Chichi?" "Too soon. Saiyajin births are difficult and often dangerous." She closed her eyes again. "What happened?" she asked shakily. Vejiita flinched slightly, running a single finger along her cheek. "Kakarotto and Radditzu overloaded the ki dampener. It malfunctioned and destroyed most the training rooms. They were too powerful." A soft sob escaped her. "Radditzu..." His hand cupped her cheek, and she opened her anguished eyes to look at him. "I know, Onna," he whispered. He wrapped an arm around her waist, another moved under her legs, and then picked her up easily. He walked silently out of the room, moving slowly through the ship. Buruma wrapped her slender arms around his neck tightly and buried her face into the crook of his neck. "Radditzu..." His arms tightened around her slightly. He didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to help. Damn, he didn't even want to help! Well, he did, but he didn't like wanting to help. He purred softly to her, hoping to soothe her. "Vejiita?" "Hn." "Can we go see them?" she asked softly. He paused slightly, stopping in the hall. He glanced down at the female who was wrapped up in his arms, frowning. "Yes," he answered gruffly, changing directions and moving towards the medical wing. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice trembling. To Vejiita's growing horror, she started to shake slightly in his arms, soft muffled sobs reaching his ears. "Onna, why do you cry?" he asked suddenly. "It hurts..." "Hurts?" She suddenly moved away from his neck, looking into his dark eyes from a few inches away. "Don't you care for people? Lost someone you love?" He shook his head, a frown on his face. "I don't love." She blinked. "You don't know... love?" When he shook his head again, her face fell again, another tear escaping. "I cry because I hurt. He's gone," she whispered. He snorted softly, his arms tightening around her as he entered the medical bay. He expertly maneuvered his way to where the third-class warrior lay, unconscious. He set the fragile female in a chair beside the bed. "Stay here," he ordered gruffly. "I'll check on the worthless female and the brat." She nodded absently as she watched her best friend's brother. She was thankful he survived, despite part of her wishing it were Radditzu who had. She watched the tall warrior breath silently, tears falling unnoticed from her eyes. Suddenly, the warrior's eyes snapped open and he sat up with a gasp. He looked around wildly before his eyes settled on the Princess beside him. "Where-?" "The medical bay," she whispered sadly. "What happened? Where's Radditzu? Why isn't Chichi here?" Buruma choked out a sob. "You and Radditzu overloaded the ki dampener, from what Vejiita said. You were too powerful," she said through her tears. "Radditzu died..." His eyes widened. "No..." She nodded. "Chichi went into labor," she said shakily. "Vejiita is checking on her." "Labor!? Is she okay?" "The female is having difficulties with the brat," Vejiita's gruff voice interrupted as he came up behind Buruma. "Vejiita-sama," he greeted softly, pushing himself out of bed. He glanced at Buruma. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "It's my fault-" She shook her head. "No. No blame," she whispered. "You should stay in bed..." Kakarotto grunted. "No. I have to see Chichi," he said fiercely, forcing himself to his feet. "Where is she?" Vejiita growled softly. "Come," he said. He picked up Buruma gently, ignoring Kakarotto's start of surprise, and the very real fact she could walk by herself. Vejiita lead the way through the large medical rooms. He stopped outside only moments later. "She's in there," he said gruffly, sitting down beside the door in the large chair, rearranging Buruma in his lap. Kakarotto eyed his Prince warily, but stayed silent as he sat beside him, watching the door nervously. Buruma's hands clenched Vejiita's spandex suit and she buried her head into his neck again. His arms stayed wrapped around her body. The Saiyajin no Ouji glared at his warrior when the fool opened his mouth, effectively silencing whatever comment he was about to make. Vejiita closed his eyes, a soft purr vibrating his chest. His tail found its way around the fragile female's waist, squeezing tenderly in comfort. His gloved hand stroked her lower back soothingly, while his other hand sat on her upper thigh. Kakarotto stared wide-eyed at his cold prince, who at that moment didn't seem so cold. And together they waited for his mate, and his son. ~~~ A polite cough snapped Vejiita awake, and he glared at the intruder. Kakarotto stood up suddenly. "How is she?" he asked the doctor worriedly. "You have a healthy baby boy," the large Saiyajin said. "And your mate is fine. Weak and tired, but she's fine." Kakarotto breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I see her?" The doctor nodded, motioning towards the door. He then looked down at his prince who was still cradling the sleeping female. "Vejiita-sama?" "Who treated Radditzu?" he asked softly, mindful of the slumbering female. "I did, Sire." "What killed him?" The doctor looked down at the female within his arms. "He was dead before he was brought in here. The explosion caused a lot of internal damage that could have been fixed had he gotten here quickly enough, but... he didn't." "I see," he said gruffly. "He will be honored. As an elite." The man blinked. "Sire?" "You heard me." "Yes, Sire. Would you like me to sedate the Princess? She was hysterical earlier and I'm sure her wails will be quite painful to hear." Vejiita growled. "Respect, moron. She *cared*," he said gruffly, "for the warrior and she will mourn for him. I will not drug her just to save my hearing." The large Saiyajin nodded. "Of course, Sire. Would you like a room here?" The prince shook his head. "No. I'll take her and go. Radditzu's ceremony will be held in two days, understood? We will burn him then." "Understood." Vejiita grunted and stood up, careful not to wake the female as he moved her. He held her securely in his arms, turning to leave. He looked down at his burden almost tenderly as he walked the long distance to their rooms. She murmured softly in her sleep, something about Radditzu, and Vejiita again felt a sharp pang of jealousy. He growled softly to himself before he ordered the doors to his room to open. He padded softly into the dark room, making his way through the common area to her bedroom. He gently set her on her bed, pulling the blankets over her and turned to leave. He blinked as he felt a tug on his tail and turned back to find his tail hanging onto her wrist. He gently pried the traitorous appendage off when it failed to release her when he ordered it to. He again attempted to leave the room. "Vejiita," her soft, angelic voice called softly. He scowled slightly and turned back to look at her. "What, Onna?" "Why?" "Why what?" he demanded gruffly. "Why did you... care for me?" He growled to himself a moment. "Don't get used to it. I need your genius, and I didn't want you too distraught to help me." His sensitive hearing picked up a soft sob. He felt his damn resolve crumble and walked towards the bed again. "Don't cry," he ordered, semi-gently. "Sorry, but... Radditzu... He was the only one who ever loved me... And you just reminded me... I don't have anyone now. He left me alone..." He scowled. "Baka, he didn't leave you. He went to the Other World and I'm quite sure the idiot wouldn't have if he had a choice. Don't cry. I can't stand it!" She looked up at him with that soulful gaze and he could feel himself drawn to her again. "What?" "I can't stand it, idiot. I can't stand your tears! Stop, please, damn it!" A tear fell from her eye and her face crumbled. "Then go away if you don't like it," she whispered through her sobs. "Idiot, I can't," he hissed, lifting her chin. He looked into her eyes a moment before doing something that shocked them both. He kissed her. His lips captured hers in a swift, powerful kiss that caused Buruma's eyes to widen. He pulled her to him by the gloved hand on her chin, forcing her submission to him. He purred softly as he drank from her, his other hand moving to the back of her neck, crushing her lips to him. She was too stunned to respond right away. His hand released her neck to move down her back, pushing her to the bed. He pushed his other hand up her skirt, rough and demanding. The other hand soon joined the first, and they cupped her rear, pulling her hips to his as he crawled over her. He was growling low in his throat as he assaulted her lips with his, as his hands clenched at her almost painfully. He wasn't even aware that she had begun to respond to him. He was beyond thought. Beyond anything but the need he felt right then to take her. Take her as his. He didn't even notice when her mouth opened willingly. He didn't notice when her body relaxed slightly under his probing hands. He didn't want anything more than to sate his desire for her. His hands pulled her off her violently, a sharp gasp of surprise escaping the female. He yanked off his gloves hurriedly, needing to feel her soft skin under his bare hands. He started in surprise when he felt her hand tentatively brush his painful arousal and purred low in his throat. "Onna..." "Vejiita..." "No," he whispered, pulling away. "I won't take you. I won't! Fuck!" he growled, pulling violently away from the flushed female. He panted slightly. "I almost took you... would have... even if you would have fought me..." He looked away from her. "How do you have such control over me?" She watched him silently before leaning up to trace his scowl with a single finger. "I didn't fight you." "No, but I didn't care. All I wanted was a release. Nothing more. How did you get me so... out of control? I could kill you with such a lack of control." "So?" He blinked at her in surprise. "You want to die?" Her eyes moved to meet him. "Without Radditzu, my life is empty. Take me. It matters not if you lose control and kill me. It matters not that I am promised to another. Take me if you want. I don't care." He growled loudly, pushing her to the bed. "No! I will take you, I will! But not until you want me! I will not... mate with you for those reasons! I will not accept that!" "Why? You just said you would have taken me, even if I didn't want it." "That was before. I do not want to rape you, fool. I never wanted that." "Take me." Her eyes opened wide, yet more tears escaping her. "Please? Maybe then... I can believe I'm not going to die without him. I need to feel that..." "No. I want you in my bed willingly. I want you feel the need I feel! Not because you mourn him. I won't accept that!" She sobbed softly, throwing herself into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and his tail encircled her wrist gently, the tip caressing her palm. He leaned back onto the bed, pulling her onto his chest. "Sleep, Onna." "Sorry," she whispered. "Don't apologize. Just sleep." "Thank you, Vejiita..." She sobbed suddenly. "Thank you, for caring." "I don't." "Liar," she whispered. "You care for me... And I need that. Please, don't take that away." He grunted but didn't say another word about it. "I care for you too... Even if you are an asshole," she muttered. He growled. "Onna, shut up." "Vejiita?" "Hn." "Am I pretty? To you?" He blinked at the ceiling in confusion. "What the hell?" "Just answer." He rolled his eyes. "Idiot, you're gorgeous and you know it." "Vejiita?" "What!?" "I think..." "Hn?" "I think," she whispered sleepily as exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her. "I think... I might fall in love with you..." He blinked rapidly. "Love me?" he asked almost silently in complete shock. But no one answered him; the female had fallen asleep on his chest. |