Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Blood of life ❯ meetings of old ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4

"Bulma, you're back! I was so worried," cried Chi as she rushed at Bulma and hugged her tightly.

Smiling, Bulma hugged her back, "I just went to feed."

"Oh," Chi said quietly, never even thinking of the fact that Bulma most likely had needed to feed, and badly.

Brolli cleared his throat, trying to get everyone's attention.

Bulma turned around and looked at him, and then it dawned on her that Brolli knew little about what had happened in her life in the last year. "Brolli this is Chi-Chi, I believe you where already briefly introduced. She is a witch, and her son," Bulma said pointing over to the boy peeking his head around the corner, "Gohan, is part Saiyan and part witch." Seeing her husbands questioning look about this combination Bulma just turned to Chi.

"Um, I had an affair with a Saiyan some years back when he came to Earth to scout it out." Chi responded while she watched Brolli closely, trying to figure him out.

"Did you know his name?"

Chi Chi shook her head, "No, he just told me to call him Goku, but I know that was not his real name."

"We should try to find him." Bulma cut in.

Later, while walking down the exquisite hallways of the palace, Bulma was admiring the many large paintings on the walls. Most of them were of battle scenes and the sight of the blood just made her lick her lips.

"Getting hungry love?" commented Brolli looking down at her.

Bulma turned to Brolli, "Do they have to show all that blood? It just kills me."

Brolli smirked, "Well, it is Saiyan art."

"I know that but our palace back home does not have all these bloody paintings."

Just as Brolli was getting ready to open his mouth he was cut off, "What, are the paintings a little too much for you to take?" commented Vegeta, who came up behind the couple, smirking.

"Hardly, they are just making me hungry; besides I believe after my little show this morning you would know that blood does not affect me negatively."

"Battle is far different from all out slaughter, and much more gruesome."

"Well, I have to eat don't I?" Bulma huffed indigently before grabbing Brolli's arm and leaving the prince behind.

Vegeta followed, however, loving how he was able to get on her nerves so easily. Not to mention she looked even more radiant when angry.

Once every one was seated for breakfast and the food was brought out, the pleasant, meaningless conversation of seconds before was forgotten. Bulma watched as the three males at the table consumed the vast amounts of food placed before them.

"Aren't you going to eat?" questioned the King, giving her a penetrating look.

"No, I have a very unique diet, plus I already ate this morning anyway."

Both Brolli and Vegeta smirked at this but the King did not notice, "Still you can eat now, it is not like you need to lose any weight, and that reminds me, you should get some sun as well." He ended eyeing her black dress with form fitting black, mesh sleeves.

Bulma's eyes just bugged out as she looked at the king, "Do you have any clue what that would do to me?"

"Sure it would give you some color you are deathly pale, and overly skinny as well."

A smirked appeared on Bulma's face at his comment, "I know I'm deathly pale, that's because in a sense I am dead. As for being to skinny my diet does not exactly give you fat."

The King gave her a puzzling look, and Bulma was about to explain further but Vegeta cut in. "Father, do you not remember last night?" King Vegeta looked to be thinking then and it seemed like a light turned on somewhere in his thick head.

"What are you?" he questioned in a child like, yet none-the-less commanding, voice.

"She is a vampire father," Vegeta said rather bitingly, embarrassed by his father's stupidity.

"What is that?"

"Grr…I will explain to you later," Vegeta ended before turning to Brolli. "You will train with me this afternoon. I have heard rumors that you have transcended to a new level. I would like to see if they are true."

Brolli bowed his head in agreement just as the there was a knock on the door.

"I told you we were not to be interrupted," yelled King Vegeta.

A guard, with hair pointing out in every direction came in regardless, "I'm sorry to disturb you Sir, but one of your new prisoners is causing a lot of trouble."

"Well then kill him," the king growled angrily.

"We can't."

"And why is that?" cut in Vegeta before his father could.

"He won't die."

This caused Bulma and Brolli who were having a mental conversation to turn their heads sharply and look at the guard at the door.

"Where is this prisoner," growled Vegeta in anger.

"Right here," said the guard before motion for someone behind the door to come forward.

"Let me go you freaks," yelled a man's voice as he was forcefully dragged into the room.

Before Bulma even got a good look at the man she could tell he was a vampire. The sun from the windows was causing him to steam.

"What is wrong with him," questioned Vegeta as he smelled the burning of the man's skin.

"Um, he seems to do that whenever he is in the light," the guard said stupidly while scratching the back of his head.

"I see that already Kakarott, what I want to know is why?"

"He is a vampire," Bulma said quietly causing every one in the room to look at her, including the prisoner who had had his head down.

Suddenly cold laughter was heard coming from the prisoner, causing ever one to turn their gaze off of Bulma who was staring blankly at the prisoner. "So my queen you are still alive, I knew my little gift would serve you well." The prisoner said with a smirk.

Brolli looked from the prisoner to Bulma not knowing what to say, do, or feel. He tried to open the link but she had blocked herself from him. Before he could say something however, Bulma stood up and glared hatefully at the prisoner.

"Gift hardly, and as for being your queen I never asked to be, nor wanted to be. You forced me, not only did you rape me that night, but you also turned me into one of you. I hate you Yamacha and you will pay."

"And how are you going to do that? Besides I know you liked that night from the screams."

"Those were screams of pain and anger you fool. But you will pay; I'm going to hurt you ten times more than the fires of hell ever could."

Smirking at her, Yamacha responded, "No you won't, I'm older and more powerful than you."

This gave Bulma a chance to smirk before walking up to him her teeth fully extended, "Not anymore."

With that she pulled him away from the stunned guards and sank her teeth into his slightly burnt neck. Pulling him further from the door and closer to the windows and the harsh sunlight. Thanks to her clothing, Bulma was unaffected by the suns intense rays, but Yamacha was struggling to break her iron hold so that he could escape their torture.

Bulma allowed his warms blood to flow down her throat relishing in its unique taste. Other vampire's blood was so much sweeter and smoother than any victim. His blood was so plentiful that it breached the seal of her mouth and flowed down her lips and neck. After several long agonizing minutes she was done.

She then threw his burnt body roughly against the far wall, relishing in the sound of cracking bones as he hit the dark blue marble of the wall. His heart was beating but just barely, and Bulma came up to him her lips still wet with his blood. He just stared at her in disbelief, fear, shock, and lust; oh yes there was always lust. That is the reason he had made her his, lust, it was powerful and few could control its ways.

"You see Yamacha, I have changed just slightly since we last meet," letting her tail unwind. "I'm now the queen of my very own planet, and I'm just here for a little check up." She then picked him up harshly and banged his head against the wall. "As for you, I could just kill you, but I think life as a slave would be much better. Now you can be the one who is beaten, raped, and tortured; I believe I have already had enough of that."

Bulma then threw him at the guards feet, "Take him away, he will be of no harm to anyone now." But before the guards could grab him he got up and ran at Bulma striking her hard across the face, making the slap resound through-out the room. "You bitch! You whore!"

Placing her hand up to her slightly throbbing cheek Bulma felt something hot and wet coming down her face. Pulling her hand away she saw blood coating her fingers. She then looked at Yamaha's hand which was slightly bloody and saw a slight sparkle, on the inside of his palm. This caused her to smirk, "Very good Yamacha, very good, strike me with the ring that symbolizes our `bond.' That is so original, too bad I left mine, in that cold dark cell; you remember that night right?"

Yamaha's eyes lit up with understanding, or rather comprehension.

This caused Bulma to smirk even more, "Now it is my turn to say, `You will pay for spilling my blood.' I do believe that fits, as you have said it to me enough times; though, I believe I was the one who lost the most blood." She then picked him up and threw him out the windows, shattering all but one of the seven larger-than-life panes of glass with just her sheer force.

Turning to the guards she smiled weakly, "Sorry, you are going to have to go and get him. Don't worry he is to hurt to go very far." The guards then left, not even waiting to be told by the Prince what to do. Besides that, they could sense they were not needed. Only one guard remained, and that was Kakarott, who was scratching his head in complete confusion.

"Why did you not just kill him woman," yelled Vegeta as he glared at her.

Wiping the still wet blood off her pale skin and licking it off her fingers, Bulma responded calmly, "Because, not even I can kill him. His life force is as strong as mine, but thankfully he does not have Saiyan blood, so he is not as strong as me."

Bulma walked through the long hallways in search of the royal training grounds. Right after dinner Vegeta had asked that Kakarott escort her back to her room so that he and Brolli could go to the training grounds. It had now been four hours since she left the dinning room, and she need to see Brolli; there was a lot that needed to be explained about the whole dinning room incident. Even after her many years with Brolli she had not told him about what had happened back on Earth, keeping her mouth shut and that part of her mind closed of from him.

She was now near some large doors that seemed to lead outside, where the training grounds were. Bulma pushed them open and it only took her a second to realize that she was indeed in the right place. There were sparing rings all over the place, and elite soldiers seemed to be training in each of them.

Everyone had stopped when she walked into the room. Not that it was unusual for a woman to come in, but ones dressed in long black dresses with their hair flowing freely behind them was another story.

"Can someone tell me where Prince Vegeta is training?" Bulma asked plainly.

One of the solders flew down and stood right before her, "And why should I tell you that?"

Looking up at the bald man before her she said, "Because my husband is training with him."

"The prince does like to be interrupted during his training sessions." He said smirking down at her, and placing a hand on her shoulder.

Bulma looked at the hand then up into the guard's eyes, "I don't believe you want to be doing that."

"And why is that?"

"Because, no one but my mate is allowed to touch me."

"He is not here to stop me now is he?" the guard commented as he moved his head closer to hers.

"No he is not, but that does not mean I cannot stop you myself."

"And how are you going to do that," the guard commented looking over her figure.

Bulma just smirked, and then, faster than lighting, sank her teeth into his hand drinking his warm blood. She pulled away long before he would be anything other then slightly weakened, then spit is own blood back into his shocked face. "Your blood is not even good enough for me."

"Nappa, what is going on here?" questioned Vegeta in a booming voice.

"This bitch just bit my hand," exclaimed Nappa in horror while showing Vegeta his hand.

Vegeta could not help but smirk a little at how pathetic Nappa was. "I don't believe I was asking you Nappa, now return to your training before I make you my punching bag for the week."

Running off quickly, Nappa returned to sparing along with all the other elite guards in the room.

"Now woman what are you going here," questioned Vegeta as he moved closer to her.

"Looking for my husband, he has been gone for over four hours. I would like to see him."

"After training with me, he said something about finding that third class guard that showed you to your rooms. Apparently he feels that Kakarott posses a high ki level that has just being suppressed."

Bulma knew this to be true, for she like her husband could sense suppressed Ki, but most Saiyans could not even read it; so it was unlikely that Vegeta had even believed her husband. "How long ago was this?"

"An hour or so," commented Vegeta off handedly, still moving closer to her; his eyes looking over her body lustfully.

Noticing the closing space between them, Bulma moved back. She could tell by the look in Vegeta's eyes that he was thinking about her in a less then pure way. "Well then, he should be back soon."

"Yes he should," Vegeta said getting ever closer, and following Bulma as she backed away.

"I shall go and wait for him in our rooms then." But, Before Bulma could move to the door, Vegeta slammed his hands on ether side of the door that she had backed herself into.

"What is the rush?" Vegeta commented moving his head closer, so that his lips were right above hers. He knew it was not the right time or place, but he wanted her, and for once in his life he could not control himself.

Bulma was neither responsive to nor frightened by his actions. Rather she found him to be foolish to try such a thing. Her husband, she could sense, was quickly making his way to the training room, and if he did not get there in time, Bulma could handle Vegeta on her own. She was no where near as strong as him, but she could hold her own, and the immortality thing was just a bonus.

"Vegeta unhand my woman now," came Brolli's booming voice as he entered the room.

With in a second Vegeta was ten feet away from Bulma, looking as though he had done nothing at all. Bulma was now standing beside her mate, loving his heavily muscled arm draped across her back.

"You will not touch her again," warned Brolli, before guiding Bulma out of the training area.

Watching them as they left, Vegeta just sighed; his hands were tied for now. He was not strong enough to defeat Brolli in a challenge, and only that way could he claim Bulma as his mate. Nor did he now think that she might leave Brolli for him, it appeared as though their bond was deeper than it had first appeared to be.

Yess another chapter down, and I at last think I know exactly where I'm going to be taking this story. Anyway review review review, I hope if I keep writing it you will. Oh and I would like to think my bata reader, and I would put your name but I don't know if you want your real name or your screen one so just write that in next chapter.

Now to end with some latin

Laudas me. Non neco pueri, sed neco puellae.