Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blood of life ❯ A little food anyone ( Chapter 3 )

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Before Vegeta could question her further the doors to the thrown room opened again. In stepped Brolli who ran immediately over to Bulma's side and picked her up before she clasped of exhaustion.

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Bulma rested her head against Brolli's heaving chest well glaring at the prince and the king. Both looked rather shocked by all that had occurred but soon the questions would come.

Surprisingly Brolli was the first to speak; his voice was one of hate "what have you done to my mate?"

Nether the king or prince really knew what they had done, so it was rather hard for them to respond. Besides they were still a little stunned at his statement of her being his mate. Luckily before Brolli demanded an answer of the two, Chi-chi stepped in. Walking in front of Brolli who looked ready to kill, still she spoke with confidence.

"Bulma has not really eaten in over a month. I had to put her to sleep for the trip here so that she would not kill me or my son Gohan. Although she could have had the guards we figured their shear numbers would stop us. Putting her to sleep so that the hunger would not take over was the only option we had." With that said Chi-chi bowed slightly to Brolli and just looked to Bulma with concern.

Smiling lightly at Chi-chi, Brolli whispered "thank you." Before redirecting his attention to the king and prince and return to his cold tone "may I ask way my mate is here in the first place."

Having by this time regained his senses Vegeta decided to speak in place of the still shocked king. "Yes" pointing to the people in front of him he continued "they are here as slaves."

Not really shocked by this news Brolli just retorted "well I hope that my mate will now lose the title of `slave,' for she is a first class at least."

After thinking it over for a second Vegeta responded "it shell be done as for the others, they will work in the kitchens, and gardens."

Hearing this Bulma stiffened and spoke out, despite being on the verge of unconsciousness "No, you will not make Chi-chi and Gohan slaves."

Brolli knew not what to say to this request to just stared at the prince wondering what he would say. It did not take long for Vegeta to respond in an arrogant manor "I can not revoke their title of `slave,' because there is no reason to do so. However, I have decided to give them to you and Brolli for the duration of your visit."

Bulma just shrugged and figuring it was the best as was to be expected of the prince, besides something could be done for them latter. The important part was that they were safe and would not be treated as normal slaves. Then she fell into the unconsciousness caused by a lack of energy.

"I beg my leave to go to my room so my mate can rest. We will see you in the morning your highness to discuss planetary business," stated Brolli, before carrying Bulma out of the thrown room, Chi-Chi and Gohan fallowing shortly behind.

The next morning Bulma woke up very early, for a few moments she just kept her eyes closed trying to think about where she was. Then it hit her, she was on the Planet Vegeta, and Brolli had come just after she killed someone in a blood rage. Even now she could feel her blood wanted to take control, so that it could satisfy its need. But, Bulma suppressed it, and tried to think of other things.

Feeling a callused hand brush her face lightly, Bulma opened her eyes, to look into Brolli's deep black ones. She smiled up at him, and snuggled closer to his warm body. As a vampire she was often or rather always cold, and his ki helped war her cold body.

"It is good to see you again," Brolli sad softly wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Same here," sighed Bulma. But, before she could say anymore; however, her stomach made her curl-up in pain, as blood tears dripped from her eyes.

"what is going on? Are you ok?"

Opening her eyes, that were now blood red, Bulma wet her mouth to speech. As she did Brolli noticed her fangs had grown. "I need blood, I can't suppress the rage much longer."

"that what?" questioned Brolli. In all the years he had known his mate he had never seen or heard of such a thing.

Smiling sadly, "basically I need blood now or I will go on a killing spree, with no control over my actions."

Not waiting to hear more Brolli quickly got out of bed and got dressed. He then helped Bulma out of bed and helped her get dressed. Normal the sight of her without clothing would have driving him insane with lust. But, at present her life as well as others were on the line so it did not even pass his mind.

"Where are we going?" Questioned Bulma as Brolli cared her down the hall. She could not afford to expend any extra energy, because the need it all of it to keep the rage away.

"We are going to see the prince; he should be training at his time in the morning. We need to find you food and fast and as much as I would love for you to kill off random guards I don't want to deal with its implications."

Just then they arrived at the large doors to the training area. Without a second thought he kicked open the doors violently.

"Who dares disturbed my training," bellowed Vegeta angrily, before turning around to look at an enraged Brolli and well his mate. Who was in a state he had never seen before.

"My prince my mate needs live blood now, or we are going to have a serious problem on our hands." Brolli stated quickly well looking down at Bulma who's eyes were becoming red again. He passed her some energy through their bond hoping it would help her keep control.

"What does that mean, there is no threat I cannot handle."

Brolli was about to speak but Bulma put her finger to his lips. Sitting up a little more in Brolli's arms she looked at Vegeta with her ever darkening blue eyes. "Prince I wonder have you ever dealt with a ravied animal."

"yes," stated Vegeta matter-o-fact having gone hunting numerous times.

"Well I can promise you I'm a thousand times worse then any animal, when the blood lost hits me."

"We could just kill you."

Bulma chuckled quietly, "few things can kill me `prince,' and you are not one of them."

"explain" Vegeta demanded angrily.

Before Bulma could however, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slumped in Brolli's arms.

"We are running out of time," he pressed urgently.

"I want an explanation."

"There are only two things that can kill her kind, sunlight and a wooden stake in the heart. One you have, but not enough of to kill her quickly, the other well weapons are not a saiyan thing and wood is not to be found on this planet anyway."

Without saying anything Vegeta moved passed them and indicated for them to fallow. After leading them down a series of hallways the couple found themselves in the dungeons. They passed multiple cells before they stopped in front of one very dark one with five men in it.

"You may have them," Vegeta stated simply with a wave of his hand.

For but a second Bulma hesitated, but the hunger was so great, she did not even bother to question what their crime was to make them deserve such a death, besides it was not the first time she would had killed without cause.

The second Vegeta opened the door Bulma jumped out of Brolli's arms and went into the cell, her eyes turning red as the blood rage over took her. Her first victim was a middle age man covered in filth who upon seeing her enter the cell had looked up at her in lust. But, his lost soon turned to fear as he saw Bulma's blood red eyes zeroing in on him.

Lifting the man up by his neck Bulma sunk her long teeth into him with such force the blood sprayed across her face. It took less then a minute for his heart to stop beating, and for his blood to be completely drained. Throwing him to the side like a rag doll, Bulma descended on her next victim. Who was cowering in the corner, after seeing what had happened to his friend.

He even made a small cry as Bulma lifted him up by his neck as well, and slit his fat neck with her long nail, spraying blood on the baby blue dress she wore as well as across the walls. As the blood flowed quickly out of his body Bulma began to drink it.

The last three victims were finished in various was, but by the end their blood was gone, leaving them pale and motionless. As Bulma walked out of the cell her eyes returned to the normal deep blue and her teeth retracted again. Closing the door behind her with out looking back, Bulma walked up to Vegeta.

Across his face was a light spraying of blood no doubt caused by one of her latter victims, he was staring at her intently, making no attempt to remove the blood.

Bulma had managed to clean the blood of her face before she exited not wanting it to go to waste. Her clothing however still had a light sheen of blood on it, but it was really no great lost. The walls of the cell had been left in much the same way, and the thought made Bulma's vampiric side smile vindictively.

"Thank you very much my prince, I appreciated your generous hospitality." Bulma said as she bowed to Vegeta, before turning to her husband who also had a then sheen of blood on him and kissing him deeply.

"Do you feel better my love," Brolli said in a deep voice, well pulling Bulma closer.

Smiling Bulma spoke against his lips, "much."

Brolli would have continued what was sure to turn into a wonderful example of mating. But, he was still aware of the prince's presents and knew he would not appreciate the display. Reluctantly pulling away from Bulma, Brolli walked up the prince.

"I thank you very much as well my prince and I'm truly sorry that your training session had to be interrupted. Hopefully a sparing match with me will be enough to make up for the intrusion." Vegeta nodded his head in agreement. "We will leave you know and get ready for breakfast, that I believe is at nine."

With a wave of his hand Brolli and Bulma were despised. Vegeta did not fallow them immediately out, instead his eyes turned back to the cell. The woman's display had both shocked and aroused him, much like it had the night before. Brolli's mate was undeniably a freak, but not at all in away that was unattractive.

In the end it came down to the fact that Vegeta wanted her and wanted her badly. If for a night or a life time, he did not know. Few women and ever attracted him so much, and surely no mated woman had ever done so. But everything from her body to her personality made turned him one. He would do most anything to have her creamy legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into her relentlessly.

Groining in frustration Vegeta walked down the long hall way leading out of the dungeons. More training was in order before he would even think about getting ready for breakfast. Normally this would have been because he did not want to waste his time, but now it had taken on a double need. He needed to get the woman out of his head, if just for a few moments.

As he closed the door to the door behind him Vegeta made-up his mind, he would have the woman. All he needed to do was decided how, not by force for certain. No it would be fare better if she went willingly, and it would kill Brolli. It was quite obvious that Brolli cared for his mate deeply and was very possessive of her. He just did not see the prince as a threat because Vegeta rarely ever showed attraction to woman.

But he would be seen as one after this, the woman would be his, and willingly at that. Now he just need to decided the best way to attract her, since he already knew he had her attention. As was obvious by the way she glared and looked at him the night before instead of looking at his father the one who actually had the power, though not for long if Vegeta could help it

I'm so sorry it has taken me this long to update. Over the summer my internet access was very limited, so I could not update anything. I also was working a ton so I could not write very much anyways.

If `The Ouiji's Mate' reads this, I wanted to ask if you are stilling willing to check my grammar and story line. It would be greatly appreciated.

Lastly review people review, it get me motivated to write fast, since I have a lot of other things to do, that though none of them as much fun as writing fan fiction are vastly more important.

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Pandora