By Selenity Jade
Disclaimer: I don't own and will never own DBZ, no matter how much I wish I could. ;
Notes: Yes, people. After how many years – four I think – I finally wrote a new chapter on this. Please be semi-gentle, it HAS been a long time since I've written on this story, and while I've reread it, I might have mistakes in continuity. Okay? Feel free to point them out, though. Also, remember that I'm updating my fics in the order people ask me to, so if you want something updated and it's not on my updating list – on my profiles at FFnet, MMorg, and others – then email or review and let me know, alright?
So onward to the NEW chapter of Thin Lines.
She felt fingers push back her hair before she was dumped onto the floor, the sudden bright light stinging her eyes. She glared up immediately to find the Saiyajin no Ouji laughing at her.
He smirked, sliding out of the bed. He was – as usual – without any clothing, but she was too angry to appreciate the view. "You would not wake up."
"So that calls for throwing me out of the bed?" she demanded.
She made a disgusted sound. "I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, actually I do."
"Then why do you continue to jump me?"
"Me jump you?" she exclaimed incredulously.
"You pompous ass! You're the one who can't keep his hands to himself!"
"I can; I just don't want to."
"And the difference is?"
He simple smirked at her again before prodding her with his foot. "Breakfast, Onna."
She gave him a withering glare. "Say please."
Arching an eyebrow, he snorted. "Now."
"You learned how to use the oven and stuff, why do you need me to cook for you?"
"It is beneath-"
He glowered. "Onna..."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "No. You can cook it. You learned how. I want to eat your cooking for once."
"Well then, we'll both starve," she stated with a stretch. She then got to her feet, grabbed her laptop from the dresser, and crawled back into bed.
"'Onna!'" Buruma mimicked. "I said no, Vejiita."
He growled at her.
Opening her computer, she replied, "Making dog noises at me isn't going to make me change my mind."
She could almost hear his blink of surprise. He was such a spoiled brat sometimes. "Fine, I wasn't that hungry to begin with," his irritated answer came before she heard him stomp to the other side of the room.
She hid a smirk. I wonder how long this will last.
She realized something was wrong when a loud thud actually shook the wall she was leaning against and Vejiita then started to curse. She glanced up and blinked.
Goku looked up from where he was nearly indented into the nearly indestructible wall. He looked pained – or constipated – but she was willing to guess pained as Vejiita's fist was planted in his ribs.
"I thought I told you not to come in here!" Vejiita roared.
Being hungry must make Saiyajin really grumpy, she mused to herself.
"But Vejiita, I had to!"
"Is the planet going to explode?"
"Well, no, but-"
"Then you should have come in four more days!"
"I don't care, Kakarotto!"
"But he's upset-"
"I don't care!"
"He wants to see Buruma-"
"He's going to get Kami-"
"I don't care!"
"And Kami will probably-"
Buruma rolled her eyes. "Could you perhaps let Son-kun finish speaking before you interrupt him, Vejiita? Son-kun, what's up with Yamucha?"
"He is really worried about you being stuck in here and is about to go to Kami to ask to be admitted to check up on you. I think he believes Vejiita might kill you or something. He said even he'd kill you if he had to be stuck in a room with y-"
"HEY! That insensitive jerk!" Buruma exploded.
"And then when Kuririn pointed out that he'd rather blast himself than be stuck in a room with-"
"That bald freak!"
"Yamucha started to really worry about you, so he told me if I didn't bring him in, he'd ask Kami or find some other way in."
Vejiita chuckled. "Because those human fools are too weak to handle a spitfire like her, they assume I am as well?"
"Well," Goku put in, actually thinking before he finished that sentence.
"I see," Buruma put in angrily. "You can tell Yamucha that I am perfectly alright, I'm having a lovely time, and he can kiss my ASS!"
"No, Son-kun. He thinks he can come in here after insulting me like that? No! If that is what he thinks of me, then he can just go on wondering if I'm dead or alive! I don't care! Tell him I'm screwing Vejiita seven times a day, even! Go ahead, do it!" she screamed at the poor Saiyajin messenger.
Vejiita growled. "No, do not do that."
"Why not!" Buruma snapped, whirling on the smaller warrior in a whirlwind of blue hair and fiery rage.
"Because of what we talked about earlier."
"You guys actually talked?" Goku wondered absently.
Vejiita grunted. "Kakarotto, we do not mate continuously, you realize, correct?"
"Vejiita!" Buruma nearly whined. "But he deserves to be hurt-"
"Do you think that badly of me too!" she demanded in a voice choked with tears. It really hurt, to hear her lifelong friends didn't even really like her at all, and now Vejiita...
"No, damn you, that is not what I meant!"
"You hate me!"
"I do not!"
"Guys?" Goku tentatively put in.
"You do! You're ashamed you and I screwed like rabbits all week; you hate me and find me as annoying as they do! Just admit it!"
"I do not!"
"You do so!"
"Damn it, Onna, would I have fucked you into unconsciousness all week if I hated you!"
Goku colored faintly. "Um, guys?"
"Yes! You're sick that way! Twisted, and angry, and you hate everyone!"
"What the hell does that have to do with me hating you?"
"You hate everyone and I'm easier to hate, as even my friends – who are supposed to like me – hate me!"
"Onna, would you shut up? You're about the only being on this planet I can stand, and I already told you that! Why would those fools hating you have anything to do with me hating you!"
"Because they're supposed to like me!" Buruma nearly wailed.
Both the Saiyajin no Ouji and the blue-haired woman he mated with glanced at the normally calm warrior who yelled – once again.
"You two call this getting along?" the larger Saiyajin questioned in amazement. "The only thing different now is that you keep bringing up sex!"
"And I didn't call him a monkey," Buruma felt inclined to point out.
Goku sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I don't care what's going on, but Yamucha wants to come in and I'm going to bring him in, so I suggest you two get dressed, or something."
"He's going to see there's only one bed, Son-kun. He's going to guess something's going on. He knows I wouldn't sleep on the floor, and he knows Vejiita's pride wouldn't let him give the bed up."
"Improvise. Get dressed, Buruma, you're half naked, and that's a bigger clue."
The blue-haired mechanic rolled her eyes. "Give me twenty minutes."
"Fine," the larger warrior agreed hastily and winked out of the room.
Vejiita crossed his arms over his chest. "Can I kill him?"
Buruma rolled her eyes. "No," she stated firmly before hurriedly gathering clothes from the dresser.
Exactly twenty minutes later, Buruma was fully dressed and seated at the kitchen table with her laptop. Vejiita was scowling in a corner, and she wasn't sure if it was from jealousy or irritation.
A small displacement of air heralded her boyfriend and her best friend's arrival. She glanced up at the two men, and even as angry as she was, she couldn't help the smile that spread over her face. She had missed Yamucha.
"See, Yamucha? She's fine like I told you," Goku said, though no one was paying attention to him.
Yamucha took in the sight of his girlfriend almost eagerly, never even glancing towards the irate Saiyajin. He never saw the smaller warrior's eyes narrow dangerously, so thus couldn't have predicted what came soon after.
He grinned – obviously relieved and happy to see her – and rushed over to the table. He wrapped his muscular arms around her, lifted her from the chair, and squeezed her gently but with enough force she had to fight for air.
She couldn't help laughing. "I see I was missed."
"I was worried," the tall human warrior stated against her blue tresses.
"Well, I'm alive, as you can see."
"I see that," the dark-haired man stated softly, pulling back just enough to glance down at her face.
She tensed as he started to lean down for a kiss. A sudden wave of guilt flooded her, not because she slept with Vejiita, but because she was about to kiss Yamucha in front of him...
She didn't have more than a few seconds before she was jerked away from the amorous man and nearly flung against a wall. She blinked, glancing towards where she had been standing to find a furious Vejiita growling up at her boyfriend in an absolute rage.
Vejiita nearly strangled him.
"Don't ever come near her!" the small Saiyajin raged.
Three pairs of eyes blinked at him in complete shock and bafflement.
"Vejiita," Buruma began but was silenced by a swift glower in her direction.
"Now, Vejiita," Goku also tried, but was roughly pushed towards the other end of the room by the smaller warrior.
"What?" was Yamucha's confused question.
"Stay away from her," Vejiita repeated slowly, enunciating every word. "Don't even look at her."
Vejiita always knew – somewhere inside anyway – that he was a very jealous man. He had always been jealous of Kakarotto's strength, or anyone's strength if they could best him, but it wasn't until he saw that worm touch HIS mate that he realized he was jealous of the weak human warrior. He had perhaps always been jealous of that man, for being with a woman like her while he had been alone. He had known he always thought the human weakling didn't deserve someone like her, but he hadn't realized it was because he wanted her for himself. It wasn't until he nearly saw that human kiss the woman he had spent the last week mating that he realized just how badly he was trapped by her.
Could he even leave the planet now, knowing this human would be on it with her, while he was alone and gone? After all, this maggot had all of his woman's childhood, all of her secrets and her passions, and he barely knew her. She was human; he was not. Would a bond work completely that way? Would it ensure she'd be there when he finally returned for her?
Would it pain only him to leave?
Suddenly, he hated her. He hated her, he hated the human idiot, he hated Kakarotto, and he hated himself.
He had just revealed the one weakness he had ever admitted to both rivals. One was a rival for power; the other a rival for his mate.
The human was an idiot, but Vejiita had to admit privately that he was even stupider for revealing it all.
"Whoa, Vejiita, I was just kissing my girlfriend," the fool said, oblivious to the end.
"Not anymore," Vejiita stated almost absently as his mind raced to come up with an excuse for his behavior.
"Yamucha, perhaps we should-" Goku put in hastily before being cut off.
"You have a thing for her yourself, Vejiita?" Yamucha demanded, crosses arms over his chest. "For all your attention to any member of the opposite sex, I figured you were a eunuch or gay."
Vejiita glowered for a second longer before he burst into that loud, maniacal laughter. "You really are such a fool, human."
"Son-kun," Buruma urgently hinted at her friend.
"Right. Yamucha, we should probably go. Buruma wouldn't survive a battle between you two in this room."
"No, you saw she's alright, right?"
"See? Say goodbye, Buruma," Goku ordered, gripping Yamucha's arm in preparation for their departure.
"I'll see you in a few days, Yamucha," the blue-haired woman said with a small worried smile.
"Alright," the warrior grudgingly replied before he disappeared from the room.
Buruma swung on Vejiita. "What was that?"
Vejiita actually managed an innocent look. "What was what?"
"Damn it, Vejiita-"
He smirked suddenly and gripped her wrist, pulling her towards his cement-hard chest. "Nothing to discuss, Onna. Just drop it."
"Shut up," he ordered. When she opened her mouth to yell or scold him, he kissed her.
It was a very effective way to shut her up.
She rested her cheek against his shoulder as they stared at the large screen television. She didn't know why she hadn't bothered to wish for that instead of just her laptop. A nice DVD player and a large television and she was in heaven. Of course, Vejiita wanted to watch things with explosions while she wanted to watch the new romantic comedy that just came out, but they compromised. They watched a horror flick that revolved around a man and his new girlfriend.
And it had plenty of explosions.
She could feel Vejiita eat with his left hand – she had finally caved and made him something to eat, he was obnoxious when he was starving – and she felt her lips twitch slightly in a smile.
Of all the years she had dated Yamucha, they had never had such a calm evening as the one she and Vejiita had just shared. Yamucha always wanted to go off with friends or to play baseball, and she had always been eager to leave him for her next invention or for her beauty sleep.
However, with Vejiita, she just wanted to be with him. She had pleadingly told Vejiita she was too sore for sex today, he wasn't angry or offended like Yamucha had been when she told him she had wanted to wait until they got married. In fact, he had smirked – as if she had paid him a wonderful compliment! – and suggested she rest up for tomorrow because he would make up for her 'laziness' then. She suspected he was really letting her rest because he didn't want to hurt her.
She closed her eyes, letting the movie play on, and just savored being with this surly, short, foul-mouthed, hateful, and angry alien man because in a few days time, she knew he'd leave the planet to train for the cyborgs.
She wondered sleepily why they hadn't bothered to let the passion between them develop this way earlier and before she realized it, she was sound asleep, protectively cradled in his hard embrace.
AN: Well, I don't know if I even like this chapter, but amazingly enough, it is NOT a lemon! waves hands And yes, people, it IS a new chapter. Brand new. Newly written. Not edited to death and making me cross-eyed either.