| Chains Chapter 8: Radditzu's Funeral |
| Author: Selenity Jade Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I only wish I was talented enough to create Dragonball. *Sigh* Alas, I'm stuck writing fanfiction! |
| Vejiita gently picked up the female that had fallen asleep against him, and quietly made his way out of the cluttered room. He quickly walked to their chambers, scowling as he caught sight of the figure pacing outside the doors, waiting for them. "What do you want, Bardock?" Vejiita questioned with a quiet growl, conscious of the slumbering female in his arms. The Saiyajin snapped his head up at the sound of the Prince's voice. "Sire, is it true?" Vejiita rolled his eyes irritably, and disappeared into the female's room to deposit her gently on her bed, before reappearing in the sitting room. He glowered at the larger Saiyajin. "Is what true?" he growled. "That you will honor my son as an elite." Nodding curtly, Vejiita sat on the couch and began to pull off his white boots. A soft thud caused Vejiita to glance up sharply and he blinked as he saw the Saiyajin kneeling in front of him, his fist placed against his chest where his heart would be. Although all Saiyajin gave royalty respect, they rarely bowed to them. Saluting with the clenched fist against the chest, always, but never on their knees. "Thank you, Vejiita-ouji-sama," he whispered softly, his head bowed. "Hn," Vejiita acknowledged with a grunt. The Saiyajin stood and took the hint, heading towards the door. He paused just before stepping out, and turned to face his Prince. "Vejiita-sama, I am yours, never your father's," he told the startled Saiyajin no Ouji before disappearing. Vejiita blinked once before shrugging mentally and removing his gloves. He tossed them beside him on the couch, and stood, padding softly into his room to shower and ready himself for bed. Tomorrow wasn't going to be any easier on him. He was concerned that it might break the fragile Onna he had the disturbing urge to comfort. He sighed, and pushed the blue-haired vixen out of his mind for the time being. He'd never be able to fall asleep if he kept fixating on his newfound weakness like that. He was acting like the fool Kakarotto around his stupid mate! He grimaced at the thought, and quickly started the shower. He needed the Onna's scent off of him. Now. Before he lost control again. He growled at himself, and stepped into the shower. Gods, he hated that Onna. ~~~ Buruma looked around the large gardens in awe and amazement. This was her home. The infamous rose gardens her mother cultivated. Home. She felt a strange longing right then. To be safe on her home, in her rooms, tinkering with her inventions, and teasing Radditzu. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she fell to her knees on the soft grass. But none of that was possible. She was only dreaming. She wasn't here, on Earth, her home. She was still on a large ship, in the middle of space, with the Saiyajin no Ouji that confused the hell out of her, and had comforted her now that her only true friend and brother was dead. Dead. Forever. And now she was alone. "Why'd you have to leave me, Radditzu?" she whispered. "As if I had a choice," a voice answered her. She shrieked and swung around to face the voice, her eyes widening as she beheld him. Radditzu walked towards her, a tender smile on his face. She closed her eyes against the onslaught of tears. "Radditzu?" Feeling a gentle touch on her cheek, she snapped her eyes open to gaze into his raven eyes. He smiled at her again, and then wrapped his arms around her. Burying her head into his chest, she let herself go. His arms tightened around her protectively, and he nuzzled her hair. "Buruma, it's okay. Hush," he murmured against her head. "How could you leave me like that?" she snapped through her tears, swinging a fist into his chest hard. "How could you?" He chuckled softly and pulled her away a bit to look into her moist blue eyes. "I didn't want to, Buruma. You know that." She sniffled, but nodded. "Sorry, Radditzu. I know you didn't leave me, I know you didn't have a choice, but I miss you, idiot!" He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I know. I'm here for a reason, Buruma, and I don't have a lot of time." Frowning thoughtfully, Buruma pulled away and stood up. "What?" "You need to convince Vejiita-sama to go to Namek-sei." "Go where? And how the hell am I suppose to do that, Radditzu? He doesn't listen to anyone!" The tall warrior smiled playfully. "He'll listen to you. Trust me. Talk with the people there, you'll find out the reason you need to go there in time." She frowned. "And how the hell am I supposed to convince him to go?" Radditzu shrugged. "Tell him something can be found there that will help him defeat Furiza. It's true anyway." "Okay," she murmured in disbelief. Chuckling, he lifted her chin to make him look at her. "Mention the dragonballs to the Namek-jin, okay?" She blinked, a bit confused, but nodded. "Okay." "Good. And give Vejiita-sama a message for me. Thank him for honoring me as he did. And don't cry for me anymore, little one. It won't be forever, I promise." He pulled her into his arms tightly. "I miss you, too." She smiled. "Thank you." Nuzzling her hair quickly, he moved away from her. "I've got to go, Buruma." Her eyes began to tear up again. "Now?" He nodded. "Yes. Time for you to wake up. I love you, Buruma. Always did." He smiled. "See you," he whispered and then faded away. Buruma felt another tear make its way down her cheek and she screamed out to him. "Radditzu!" ~~~ "Radditzu!" she screamed, bolting upright in bed. Moments later, her bedroom door slid open and a half-naked Vejiita rushed in. She blinked at him, and her face fell again. She lay back on the bed, soft sobs shaking her. Hiding her head into her pillow, she didn't see Vejiita's wince or notice him walking towards her bed. "Onna?" he asked softly, kneeling on the large bed beside her. "I saw him," she whispered. "What?" "In my dreams, he came to me," she murmured. Vejiita felt the now-familiar pang of jealousy again, but ignored it. He lay on her bed on his side, staring at her trembling body. "Did he?" "Yes. He told me to have you go to Namek-sei." Vejiita blinked. "Why? There is nothing there of use to me. It's a planet full of weak green men." Buruma shook her head and lifted her head to look into his eyes. "He said there is something there that can help you. And he told me to tell you thank you for honoring him as you did." "Hn." He watched her silently as her tears slowly dried. Suddenly, she smiled at him. A weak smile, but a smile just the same. "Thank you. For caring." Grunting, he looked away from her eyes. "I don't." She reached out a hand to touch his face, and he flinched, his gaze focusing on her again. "You do, Vejiita. Thank you." Staring at her, the pair fell silent again. After a long, strangely comfortable, silence, he moved to leave the bed, but Buruma's hand gripped his wrist tightly. He blinked down at her slender hand, before looking back into her blue eyes. "Don't leave." He growled softly, but lay back down. "Vejiita." "Hn?" "Did you mean it?" His eyebrow rose a bit in confusion. "Mean what?" "That you want me." He felt the growl rise in his throat, and he let it. Cursing himself and his newfound weakness, he looked away from her eyes. The eyes that implored him to give into her. "Answer me." "Yes, damn it!" he snarled. Smiling, Buruma leaned in and kissed him softly. He didn't respond immediately, but he released a soft sigh as her lips stayed on his. When she started to pull away, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and deepened the kiss. Melting into his embrace, she moved her hands over his bare chest. He purred loudly, nibbling on her lower lip. Pushing her onto her back, he leaned over her, trailing his mouth over her jaw. He could feel himself respond to the mild petting immediately, his body crying out for her. "Stop me," he murmured against her throat, trailing a hand up her side to the underside of her full breast. She arched against him, trailing her fingers over his shoulders and neck, and began to nibble lightly on his ear. "Why?" He tasted on her throat lightly, moving his hands up her dress and over her bare legs. "You're promised to another, you're untouched, you... should," he whispered. "You want this?" she breathed out as his hands came into contact with her panties, which he quickly pulled off her. Growling, he moved over her, his knee spreading her legs, and freeing himself from his shorts. He nuzzled her neck, nipping once more, and murmured, "What do you think?" She trembled slightly as she felt his hands move under her rear, pulling her towards him. "Do it then," she told him softly. He groaned against her neck, bared his teeth, and thrust into her roughly, biting her neck simultaneously. She screamed out in pain, both from the breaking of her barrier and the bite on her neck. He paused, licking tenderly at the wound, and then kissing her tears away, before he began slow, and almost agonizing gentle, movements inside her. When her whimpers began to turn to moans, he pulled her hips to his and began to release some of his control. Never quite losing himself, but it was a struggle to stay in any kind of control. He pounded into her roughly, never gentle, but not painful. She screamed out as she climaxed, and Vejiita snarled lightly as he lost it, pulling her hips to his once more as he thrust inside of her deeply, spilling inside of her. He rolled them over so that he was on the bottom, keeping himself inside of her. Her head lay on his chest as she panted softly, a soft, pleasant sound to his ears. "You little fool," he scolded gently, wrapping his arms around her still trembling body, and his tail wrapped around one creamy, flawless thigh. She sighed once and she fell asleep. He kissed her temple once before closing his eyes, following her into slumber. ~~~ Blinking back tears, Buruma stared at the now burning body of her best friend. She had watched the Saiyajin no Ouji light the fire from a torch, his lean body stiff with tension, and his gloved hands clenched tightly at his side. She hadn't seen him that morning, when she awoke he had been long gone, but he came back just minutes before the ceremony was to start to lead her to it. He didn't even talk to her, but she didn't expect him to. He gave her an odd look when he first saw her, and then he motioned her to follow him, and she did. Other than that, he didn't even look in her direction. She didn't regret the night before, strangely. He wasn't gentle and loving as she thought her first time would be, but somehow, their union had a special magic of its own. Something she couldn't describe fully. As the last of her friend's body turned to ashes, she knelt softly on the ground, tears flowing freely down her pale cheeks. She paid no heed to the Saiyajin no Ouji as he motioned for Kakarotto and Chichi to leave them, ignored Vejiita as he moved to stand behind her. She cried out for the loss of her best friend. Her brother. The only person she had felt truly loved her. For who she was. After her tears slowed to mere sniffles, Vejiita knelt down behind her. "Onna, let's go." "Vejiita..." He sighed, and scooped her up in his arms, walking towards their rooms. "Will you stop those annoying tears by tomorrow?" he demanded gruffly. She sniffled, but wasn't really angry with the Saiyajin. She saw how much they bothered him. Not just that they were an annoyance to him, but they... almost pained him. "I'll try." "Good," he grunted, walking out of the room which was specifically designed for funeral purposes. The ritual of burning was old, and a bit crude, but it was strangely... right for their race. "Vejiita?" "Hn?" "Are we going to Namek-sei?" "Yes," he told her softly, stepping into their rooms. He made a beeline for her bedroom and deposited her on her bed. He stared down at her, an expressionless mask on his face, before disappearing. Buruma sighed sadly, and undressed. At least he wasn't being hurtful. And she was almost sure he was confused about her or them, or something. She quickly decided to just let him be, and crawled into bed. She sighed sadly a bit, and suddenly realized she felt better. About Radditzu, just a bit. For some reason, knowing they were going to Namek-sei lessened the unbearable pain his death had caused. Maybe she could survive without him. |