Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodthirsty ❯ Deadly ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Bloodthirsty

By :VCelestialGoddess

Chapter 2 - Deadly

Cerulean eyes snapped open, dazedly looking around the cold, damp area surrounding her. Wasn't this…the basement of the castle? With a start, Bulma sat up, trying hard to remember what had last happened to her. Memories flashed before her mind's eye in an instant.

King Vegeta?!

The usually stoic, cantankerous royal had never looked so dark, evil…just plain vicious. His eyes seemed almost too sinful for words, and those fangs! Heavens above, she would never be able to forget the unnatural, razor-sharp precision of his incisors. A shiver passed through her body as his dark chuckles echoed back in her memories. A tremor rocked her body as his freakish groping still left tingles on her smooth curves. Damn him! What could have possibly gone wrong with him for his actions to turn so vile against a woman? This could not be the King. Impossible!

What am I doing here? Aren't I supposed to be in the lab? She quickly climbed up the stairs, jogging into the throne room, scooping up her lab coat. She stumbled upon what looked like a syringe. Puzzled, she picked it up, wondering what an instrument such as this would doing be here. There seemed to be a tiny droplet of liquid in it. I should check this out at the lab. Bulma placed the syringe in a plastic bag, careful not to touch the needle.

As she entered the science lab, she was completely surprised to see her friend Broly leaning against her desk. A brief moment of relief passed her as she approached the person whom she could always run to for help or comfort.

“Broly?”

He approached her with concern that filled his eyes, though he wasn't even focused on her face. Broly stared at the torn, crimson gash near the crook of her neck. Terrified, he was about to ask until the pair of sapphire gems leaked saddened tears, her lips trembling in fear. She ran into his arms with desperation, basking in his aroma longingly; she wrapped her slender arms around his warm neck and softly whispered, “Help me.”

Broly's response was a husky croak. Never had she looked at him with such love in her eyes. He thought she merely looked upon him as a compassionate companion and nothing more. He draped both muscular arms around her waist, his warm lips inches from hers. With love blinding his senses, he tenderly placed his lips against hers, both willingly sharing their unknown love.

Or was it love?

Deciding not to go too passionate with her, Broly pulled away, a line of pink blush draped over his cheeks. Bulma couldn't fathom why he pulled away so abruptly. Desperately, she crushed her lips against his once more, hearing his faint cry for a quit. “Stop! We can't…do this.”

“Why?” Tears filled her eyes once more.

“I do not know how you feel about-” He choked down his words, feeling Bulma stroking the soft, brown appendage that hung from his backside.

“I feel so much for you Broly. I think…ever since I met you.”

Broly frowned. He brushed the liquid off her moist cheeks. “If you really felt so much for me, shouldn't you have told me? Besides, I was just about to ask you what had happened to your shoulder.”

Terror flooded her face as she answered. “Vegeta did that.”

~*~*~*~

Shredding the female's garments to strips, he smirked at the woman before him. Mmm…this has just enough beauty as the last. She possessed long dark tresses and such a curvy figure. But he couldn't push back the memories of blue locks, the azure bright gems. His teeth had sunk so effortlessly into her tender skin. Focusing on the terrified woman before him, Vegeta didn't know what to do with this one. He tried forcing the last woman to give him some bit of pleasure, but there were so many out there. Besides, he needed the energy to make it to this creature.

He kneeled over the woman's head and grabbed the back of neck with one hand and his engorged shaft with the other while shoved it roughly down her throat. Liquid tears streamed down her face as she choked and screamed while the parasite ravaged her mouth with bitter organ again and again. The female struggled to find air, finding it difficult to breathe through her bloodied nostrils; red liquid flowed smoothly down and on his shaft. With each thrust, she tasted her blood, knowing her life was at an end.

Vegeta increased his pounding rhythm with every thrust as he groaned and panted heavily in pleasure. When near contraction of his orgasm, with one last hard thrust, he plunged his organ deeply as he could down the beauty's throat and let out a pleasured scream; his body shuddered with the intensity of his orgasm. He was motionless in her hot oral cavity, spurt after spurt of thick, sticky liquid, erupted into her mouth; in such a large amount that some of it of it spewed out of her mouth, running smoothly down her chin. She found it surprising that she had swallowed most of it. A wave of nausea swept over her as she found the taste of it; bitter, sour. The monster's dick was still inside of her mouth, throbbing and still spilling the sickening fluid.

With Vegeta, still trembling from his powerful culmination, he slid roughly out of the wench's mouth. He stood in front of her panting heavily until gained breath once more. He gazed at the victim before him, who was violently sobbing and shivering uncontrollably, sticky, white fluid streaming down her chin. Vegeta scraped the fluid with a finger and thrust it into her hot mouth, making sure he wouldn't leave today until he left apart of him lingering somewhere.

“I won't ever forget what you did to me when I was a child. For your punishment, you deserve this very well.”

She shuddered as she heard him. She would never forget the violation she caused him.

Lifting her shoulder, Vegeta first thrust then scraped his fangs over her bare skin, sinking his teeth as deep as could. He could already feel the warm liquid spilling down her skin. She whimpered as his silky, wet tongue licked her crimson juices. He would have to seduce her first before he took her. He needed to have her tight and moist…just enough to stroke his already stiff length. Lacking patience, he thrust roughly into her, adding speed to each stroke. So firm and moist. Just what I need. Blinded by the pleasure he received, he was oblivious of the blood that seeped out of her depths. With each thrust

came an ear piercing scream in return. The parasite scraped his nails over the woman's legs, too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

After a series of thrusts he erupted, releasing his warm seed in her walls. Vegeta never felt her walls clench in climax. He couldn't care less any way. A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he took notice of his crimson shaft. Vegeta wiped all of it off, smearing the blood fused with creaminess all over her body before leaving in search of a new victim. He left the helpless creature to suffer in pain, humiliation, and near-death, alone in the darkness.

~*~*~

“The tiny droplet of liquid contains some unique cells,” Bulma told Broly.

“I see. Perhaps those cells have something to do with Vegeta's behavior toward you?”

“He…would dare violate him self?”

Broly thought about this for moment. “Well, either he or another person gave him the drug.”

“Maybe. But further research must be conducted in order for me to be certain.” Bulma slipped off her lab coat and tossed it in the laundry chute.

Before leaving, Bulma turned off the lights and locked the door fully. It was too late to be in the lab and her shoulder ached and was surprisingly stiff. She needed to head down to the nearest pharmacy to find something for the painful gash. Broly looked a bit too concerned about her earlier. She giggled softly to her self, admiring the way he looked with the expression of concern.

“Are you coming with me?” Bulma asked softly.

“Of course,” He grinned, following her down the hall.

As they walked side by side, Broly eyed her expression carefully. She still seemed disturbed about something. Deciding not to ask, he continued to walk, focusing on his own personal thoughts just when Bulma interrupted.

“I… just can't believe Vegeta would act this way. For as long as I have been working here, all he ever did was sell my inventions and make comment on my progress. He is a very peaceful man, if a bit lonely. His demeanor can be quite aggressive when you catch him on a bad day, or get on his angry side. But he has never been like that to me for as long as I remember.”

Broly digested this information carefully. “You trust him?”

“Of course I do. Well, obviously not as much now, considering. But it isn't his fault! It seems to be some sort of serum that is taking over his behavior and turning it around to something completely against his nature,” she ended with a sigh. What she really wanted now was a hot shower to erase all the groping and other memories that remained with her.

A sudden thought hit Bulma. Her blue spheres lit up with excitement. “I think I can cure him!”

Soon, Broly held the same, pleased expression, glad that her's wasn't so glum any more. “How?”

“I can create a fluid strong enough to destroy all of the invader cells in his body. Then, gradually, the medicine will activate killing those cells and bringing him back to the way he was.”

“By the Gods, Bulma you are a genius!”

She laughed softly at his compliment.

“More and more people will be hurt if we don't act fast, and even then, we risk having his name ruined with all the damage he might've caused.” She paused for a moment, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “I need to head back to the lab. You don't mind doing me a favor, do you?” Bulma asked.

“Yes,” Broly smirked, though the expression died on his face as he winced under the woman's glare. “Of course, I meant that as a joke”

Bulma handed him the leshroi and he sped off to the pharmacy, a mixture of feelings swirling within his soul.

Vegeta wiped his lips after he had finished his meal for the day. Finally satisfied, he flew back to the castle, hoping to get some rest before his next victim. He thought two had been enough to fill his stomach, disposing of them after he finished. Vegeta didn't want all of Vegeta-sei to know about the new killer. He liked the concept of sneaking up behind the females, all unknowingly aware of the hungry parasite.

Oblivious of the other figure that lay hidden behind him, he threw off his cape and amour, filling the bath tub with steamy liquid.

The unidentified form leapt above him and thrust the syringe in him, sinking the needle in his flesh as deep as she could in his pale backside. After the liquid was emptied, he collapsed helplessly on the cold bathroom floor, the thump of his body echoing throughout the room.

Dragging his form out of the room and into the lab, she tried her hardest to place him on the cot. So heavy! A speeding rush of heat sped down her legs as she gazed at his perfect physique. Toned muscles. Full lips, smooth skin. Feeling a little mischievous, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek, enjoying the feel of his warm body against her sensitive lips. She nuzzled his ear, nipping the soft flesh of his lobe and inhaling his unique aroma. Flushed from the act, she pulled away and went straight to work, her hands still placed on her lips, her face burning from his attraction. Bulma wiped the beads of perspiration off her forehead. Soon Vegeta, I will have you cured…

A/N: Hm. We all wonder what this woman, this victim; I should say has done to him.More on that will be in the next upcoming chapter. In the meanwhile, reviews are appreciated. Thanks. ~VCG