| Promises Part Two |
| Author: Selenity Jade Rating: R Disclaimer: *sigh* I HATE these things... |
| Buruma sighed sadly as she stared up at the moon-less night sky. Her best friend wasn't coming home. Ever. She was angry and hurting. Angry with Goku for sacrificing himself, angry with Vejiita for letting it get that far, and most definitely angry with Vejiita for treating their future son the way he did. She felt a tear fall, and hastily wiped it away. She knew he could care less about his son, or her, but did he have to be so cruel? A sudden wail erupted in the near-silent night and Buruma went back inside. She walked through her dark room into the adjoining one, hurrying over to her crying son. She picked Trunks up, cooing at him. He quieted as soon as he was settled against her chest, and Buruma sighed again. Who knew motherhood could be so tiring? Her eyes focused on the medallion that was sitting on the dresser beside the crib, just as she left it. Vejiita's gift to his son. She sighed again for the hundredth time that evening, and padded silently down to the kitchen for a bottle. Trunks gurgled softly from her shoulder, and she couldn't help but smile a bit. "Trunks, sweetie, it would be nice if you could sleep just one full night," she scolded her son in a gentle voice. She reached into the refrigerator, and grabbed the already prepared bottle, and sticking it in the microwave. A minute later, she retrieved it, and cradled her son to her breast. The young demi-Saiyajin looked up at his mother with wide, blue eyes. His pale lavender hair was wild, betraying his father's heritage. The hair might be fine, like hers and have her coloring, but the thickness was all Vejiita. And that thought led to another sigh. She placed the bottle to her son's lips, and he opened his mouth wide, happily sucking down the bottle. And boy did the child have an appetite. Just like his father. His father who helped let Cell become complete when he was supposed to be destroying the androids. His father who has yet to appear now that her future son - the nice young man he turned out to be - was gone. She was amazed he had been there to see the older Trunks off at all. He appeared moments before the young man went to leave, and disappeared just as soon as he was gone. The bastard. The baby Trunks frowned at his mother, letting out a whiny coo at her around the nipple of the bottle. She sighed again, forcing a gentle smile on her face. "Sorry, Trunks," she told the baby softly, as she made her way back to his room. "I'm just a little depressed, dear. I miss Son-kun," she whispered, opening her son's bedroom door. She sat in the large chair beside the crib and began to rock her son, hoping that he'll fall asleep. And hopefully, she will get some herself. "I guess I miss your father, too," she told the drowsy baby quietly. She watched as her young son fought to keep himself awake and giggled softly at the obvious failure. "You really need to sleep all night, Trunks. You don't want your mother to look haggard from lack of sleep, do you?" "If you would have kept his tail, it would have been a lot easier," a deep voice told her from the shadows of the balcony. Buruma snapped her head up at the familiar voice, nearly gaping as she watched an exhausted looking Vejiita walk into the room. "Vejiita..." "Onna," he said softly. She stared at him for a long moment, before looking down at her son to find the baby sleeping. She sighed in relief and gently stood up, placing the slumbering boy in the crib. She straightened, feeling Vejiita come up behind her, very close, so close, and yet not touching her. He peered at his son almost in disgust. "He's ugly," Vejiita commented. Buruma glared at him. "He's not ugly, Vejiita. He's beautiful. Thankfully, he got my coloring." Vejiita snorted. "My power though," he said. Shrugging, Buruma turned away from the crib and walked away from Vejiita towards the door to her bedroom. "Sorry, Vejiita, but I'd like to let him sleep as long as possible. And I'd like to sleep while I can." "If you would have kept his tail, it would have made things simpler." "How so?" she asked over her shoulder as she entered the bedroom. Vejiita followed seconds later after a small hesitation. "Tails are sensitive," he stated mysteriously. Rolling her eyes, she moved over to the balcony doors, looking out. "What do you want?" she asked finally. Not answering her right away, Vejiita walked up silently beside her, and joined her in staring out over the yard. She glanced over to see him shrug indifferently. "I don't know," he told her softly. She blinked. "Why did you come back?" Again, he shrugged. "I have no where else to go." Blinking, Buruma turned to glance over him. He was still wearing armor, and he was clean of all his wounds. But he looked like hell. His eyes were dull, his face blank. Not even the usual scowl. He turned to her as if sensing her eyes on him, and gazed back at her, just as searchingly as she had done. "You look like hell," she told him, truthfully. This time he grunted, and turned away from her. She watched his profile for a few long moments, before speaking again. "Why come here? You have the capsule. You can go anywhere now." "Nowhere I want to go." Her eyes widened as she realized the Saiyajin before her was lost. Probably for the first time in his life, he had nothing to strive for. His rival was dead, his revenge already carried out by someone else, and he had no enemies to destroy. She never really believed he'd go back to being the way he was before and destroy Earth no matter how many times he swore to do just that after the androids. But right now, the way he looked, she wondered why. "I thought you wanted to destroy the planet," she teased, trying to lighten the mood a bit. The way he looked scared her. He was... dead inside. "Why bother?" She sighed. "And here I was hoping that part of the reason was because your son lived on this planet." He shrugged. "I do not know my son. He is only a brat now." "Vejiita?" "Hn?" "What did that second medallion mean?" she asked suddenly. He blinked and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before turning back to stare out the balcony. "I'll explain in a minute," he told her softly. "I want to ask something first." "Then ask." He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the cool window. "Why did you allow me to mate with you?" Cocking an eyebrow at the strange word he used to describe their act of passion, she shrugged. "I've wanted you for a long time." He nodded slightly. "Was your time difficult?" he asked, referring to the birth of their son. Shrugging, she gave him a lopsided smile. "Almost died. Apparently giving birth to a demi-Saiyajin is very difficult on a human." Frowning, he turned to her. "I would have regretted your death," he told her, before turning back to the view. "That pendant means that I want you as my mate, Onna. As the Saiyajin no Oujo." She blinked. "What?" "That pendant is a symbol of the mate of a prince or king of Vejiita-sei." "Meaning... you want me to marry you?" He growled. "Marriage is pointless. Marriage is easily broken by you humans. It is beyond marriage, Onna. You and I have a bond." "Our son." He shook his head. "The brat has nothing to do with this. You and I have a bond, and wherever I escaped to, you would forever haunt me. I decided that I really didn't have anywhere else I want to be, why not stick around. It means forever, Onna." She stared at him in complete shock. "You want... to be with me?" Turning to her, he gave her a small smirk. "I have nothing else. I don't have a planet to rule, and I am the last of my race. The only thing I can offer you is my title, my pride, and my protection." He lifted her chin with a single gloved finger. "Will you have me?" She gave him an arrogant smirk. "What do you get out of it?" He rolled his eyes. "A bed-warmer," he told her, his old humor returning a bit. She slapped his arm lightly. "Beast," she scolded. "Fine, Vejiita, but on one condition." Eyeing her warily, he nodded. "I don't care if you don't show me affection in public, I don't mind if you close yourself off at times, and I don't mind if you spend all your time training." His brow furrowed. "Then what do you want?" "Promise me... that I mean more than just someone to fuck whenever you want. That's it. Just promise me that somewhere inside that hard shell of yours, and somewhere in your heart, there is a place for me. Just a bit of concern for me." He leaned down and brushed her lips softly with his. "Yes," he said simply after releasing her lips. She smirked. "Good. Now take a shower." He glared at her. "Don't order me around, Onna!" She pointed towards the bathroom. "You had best get in there right now and shower, Vejiita. You are not crawling into my bed until you do!" she snapped. "Onna, what have I told you about that!?" Smirking, she tweaked his regal nose. "That you'll kill me if I don't give you the respect you deserve." "And I will, Onna. I'm not a child to be bossed around by the likes of you!" She stood up straighter, looking him in the eyes. "Then don't act like it." Growling, he pushed her backwards onto the bed, and straddled her. "You'll pay for that," he warned, leaning down to nibble her neck lightly. She arched up happily in pleasure, and before she realized it, he sank his teeth into her neck, drawing blood. "Now, you are mine," he whispered, licking her neck. He pulled open the robe with a quick tug and smirked down into her eyes. "Now you'll know what it means to be the Saiyajin no Ouji's mate," he promised. She returned his wicked smirk with one of her own. "Arrogant bastard." "You know it." End |