Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Majik ❯ The Awakening ( Chapter 12 )

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~*~ Chapter 12 ~*~

There was something watching her from the shadows. Something with chilling blue eyes and a gaze that cut right through her as she tried to shield herself from their penetrating gaze. There was something wrong with those eyes. Something evil. Bulma took a step backwards and realised that she was wearing a long flowing ball gown, the tight corset and steel frame under the skirt reminiscent of something that would have been worn in the 17th century.

Only she had never lived in the 17th century, so how would she know what it was like to wear those clothes?

Bulma gasped as the blue eyes gleamed wetly from the shadows, watching her with morbid fascination. It took all of her effort to tear her gaze away from the horrid thing, but eventually she managed. She knew that the creature that was watching her so intently couldn't hurt her while there was light around her. It didn't just thrive on darkness, it was the darkness and light was not its friend. It was a primal evil so ancient that it made the human race look young.

Bulma raised her eyes heavenward; watching as silver and grey clouds whipped and swirled in a lavender sky overhead. The landscape around her was gloomy, not just visually but mentally. The ground was a tangle of black rocks and blue-grey soil, nothing save for twisted silver tree's grew out of the ground - and even the trees were dead. Their skeletal branches reaching towards the sky like twisted arms pleading with someone to save them.

There was little colour in the strange world she had stumbled upon in her head. Black, grey, blue and purple were the dominant colours and even they seemed dulled and shadowed, as though the world itself was old and faded. The sun that sat in the sky above gleamed a dull blue; it seemed closer to the land then the sun on Earth did - although Bulma didn't feel the least bit hot.

On the contrary, she was bitterly cold.

A murder of ravens burst from the sky, wheeling and cawing as they flew over Bulma in a twisted fluttering tangle, wheeling around they flew over her again, cawing louder, more excitedly, as though they had found something of interest. Bulma stumbled back a step and threw up one arm to shield her eyes as one zealous bird dove too close to her.

From the shadows a faint hissing noise tumbled forth and the ravens abruptly fled, their caws of excitement turning to fear as they left just as quickly as they had come. Slowly, oh so slowly, Bulma turned and looked into the darkness at a par of iridescent blue eyes. They seemed amused by her antics with the birds, but the evil was still strong in them, bubbling in the heated gaze like lava.

"Who are you?" Bulma whispered, her voice floating disjointedly back to her in echoes. The eyes blinked and suddenly a form began to materialise with them, it was as if the darkness was folding in on itself, solidifying into a creature of pure malice. The darkness slipped back into itself and a shadow with piercing blue eyes stared back at her. It was her height…perhaps a little larger, but not much else was discernable about it, save that it appeared human.

The creature made a hissing noise and Bulma felt the air turn icy around her. It was male. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew that it was definitely male. The thing smiled and Bulma caught a glimpse of row after row of razer sharp fangs before it closed its mouth again. It took a step forward and Bulma suddenly knew what it was that she was looking at. It had been so obvious that she was stunned she hadn't worked it out before now.

It was her son.

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Bulma awoke in a dizzying spin, her eyes snapping open and focusing on yet another unfamiliar ceiling. A fan was spinning above her, the blade making loud swishing noises with every turn. She twisted her head to one side and winced, pain lanced through her body - apparently moving wasn't a good idea.

But where was she?

"Where am I?" Bulma whispered aloud, surprised to find that she wasn't in the hospital - she wasn't anywhere she could recognise, but she could sure as hell recognise the man sitting beside her. Bulma turned her head more slowly this time, and met the angel's obsidian eyes with apprehension, somehow not in the least surprised to find herself alone with him. There was something in the depths of his eyes that made Bulma want to both cry and smile, a kind of infinite sadness that tore her heart in two.

"What happened?" She asked, her voice a harsh unwelcome whisper in the silence of the room.

"I took you from the hospital. I had to get you out before Goku woke up." Vegeta moved from the old wooden chair he had been perched upon and took a seat on the edge of the bed, the springs creaked as his full weight hit the mattress and the sound made Bulma wince. Vegeta took Bulma's hand, as though expecting her to believe he had done something that she should have been relieved about. "Don't worry." He added softly, running a hand through her hair; "You're safe now."

Bulma nodded stiltedly and caught sight of her swollen belly. Her breath caught in her throat and she struggled to remain conscious as a rushing sound filled her ears. She reached out a hand and touched her stomach, sobbing as the baby inside kicked solidly. She should have been happy to see some sign that her child was still alive in her, but for some reason the sight filled her with horror.

"How long was I unconscious?" Bulma gasped distraughtly as tears leaked unnoticed from her eyes.

There was something so wrong with her…she could feel that the baby inside of her wasn't normal.

"Not long." Vegeta's eyes slid from Bulma's face to her huge abdomen. "Demon spawn tend to grow quicker then humans." He looked at her stomach a while longer in distaste. He felt revulsion, fear and anger at the creature growing inside of her - repulsed that the Antichrist was so near to being born, frightened at what could happen if he didn't act soon and angry that Bulma had given into Goku.

"Don't worry, Bulma." He added. "When it's born I'll get rid of it." He met Bulma's eyes again, trying to see some sign of repentance in her eyes for what she had done.

He found none.

"I beg your pardon?" Bulma fought her way into a sitting position despite her reeling head, the pain taking a backseat to the anger that coursed through her at the thought of anyone harming her baby. Her child hadn't done anything yet! Vegeta was judging it based on who its father was! It wasn't fair!

"It has to die…" Vegeta tried again to make Bulma understand, but it was useless.

"It?" Bulma ranted louder, her eyes rolling wildly. "You're calling my baby an It? And what do you mean you'll get rid of it? I'm keeping this child!" It was as though Bulma was possessed. She lashed out angrily at Vegeta and her nails that were usually so trim and neat managed to slice through his shirt material and effortlessly rip through the skin underneath.

"Bulma, stop it!" Vegeta shielded himself with one arm and used the other to pin her against the bed. He caught sight of her face; it was contorted with rage and he felt a shiver slide down his spine. The demonic creature he held in his arms couldn't possibly be his Bulma, could it…?

"Let me go!" She shrieked, arching her back and desperately trying to work her way free without success. Her huge stomach made escape from Vegeta's grasp impossible. She could feel heat pooling in her stomach, a burning anger that she knew emanated from the child inside of her. The anger was like poison, it spread through her veins, encouraging her to fight all the more. She widened her eyes, the pupils shrinking to inhuman slits as she changed tactics and pulled Vegeta down to her, opening her mouth and biting down hard on his shoulder, her teeth tearing through flesh with ease.

Vegeta cursed and pulled away, a small chunk of his skin staying in Bulma's tightly closed mouth as he fought free of her. He caught sight of her eyes and his breath caught in his throat. The Lord had warned him that the child would be able to fight through the mother, but he hadn't been prepared for Bulma to attack him with a calculated viciousness like this. He just had to remember that it wasn't Bulma who was attacking him; it was the thing inside of her that was making her act this way. He had to try to get through to her…

"It had to die! Don't you understand that if we don't kill it then we're all going to die?" Vegeta yelled angrily as he threw Bulma against the head of the bed. As he threw her, the small silver cross he wore on a chain around his neck slipped free and it flared to life, glowing with a brilliant blue light. Bulma screeched and cowered against the wall, her entire body shaking as she convulsed, hissing and cursing with rage until finally she lay still and the cross's light died away. An eerie silence descended upon the room, not even the sound of the traffic outside penetrated their small world.

"Bulma?" Vegeta asked quietly, reaching out a hand to touch her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Bulma shrieked, terror lancing her voice. She curled into a ball and began to sob, jerking her shoulder away when she felt Vegeta touch her all the same. "How do you know?" She asked tearfully. "How do you know what my baby will do?" She opened eyes that gleamed wetly and dragged herself into a sitting position, pressing her back tightly against the wall, staying as far from the angel as she could possibly get.

"The scripture says that the Antichrist will kill us…" Vegeta heard Bulma scoff and his mouth tightened. "Look, I don't want to hurt it, I don't want to hurt anyone. But I have no choice Bulma, I'm sorry." He took one of Bulma's trembling hands and held onto it gently, soothing her with his presence as much as he was able. "I don't know how much Goku remembered, how much he told you…"

"He told me that in a past life you killed me!" Bulma snapped abruptly, snatching her hand away as though his touch had burnt her.

"That was an unavoidable complication." Vegeta was surprised that Goku had told her that, he was surprised that the demon Lord had remembered that incident. He shook his head softly, determined to say what he wanted to say nevertheless. "Please hush, Goku has forgotten what really happened all those years ago, so now I'm going to tell you who I am and who Goku really is." Vegeta's eyes turned distant and he began to speak.

"Goku and I were both arch angels, brothers by religion as it happens although not brothers by blood. We both fell in love with you, something which was unheard for angels until then. Goku as it ended up managed to win you love, he'd always been a charmer with the ladies but with you it was different. I'd never seen him so obsessed with anyone as he was with you. He should have been content to win your love, content hat God didn't punish him for having relations with you, but Goku grew bitter all the same with the Lord.

"He hated the Lord for giving the earth to the humans and not to the angels. He and many other angelic beings were under the impression that we were Gods favourite creation, so when the Lord gave the Earth to the humans it caused more trouble then anyone expected. Goku opposed God with his army of disgruntled angels and the battle that ensured was terrible and bloody. The Lords army was only just able to defeat Goku. God banished him to Hell for his crimes, sentencing him to eternal agony…but you…you were kept in heaven. Years passed and Goku grew stronger in Hell…and always he sought a way to be free of his underworld. It was not long before it was prophesied by the Lord that a child born from an angel and a devil would bring about the destruction of heaven. The Lord knew in his infinite wisdom that the child in his vision was not just any child. It was a child born of Satan and of you.

"To try to forestall the end of heaven God sent you to Earth. He could never have known how easily Goku would seduce the humans to his side, it was no wonder he was soon able to wander the Earth in borrowed bodies. When the Lord did discover Goku's new power over the humans, I was sent to Earth to protect you form Goku…and I've lost count of how many times Goku has managed to almost get a child from you, but it would have to be millions of times by now."

Vegeta ran a hand through his hair; the weight of his task hadn't seemed so heavy all those years ago. These days he was tired. Tired of running and fighting, of death and destruction. He supposed being on Earth made heaven look all the better…but he was so tired of being here. He looked again at the blue haired fallen angel who sat on the bed, distrustfully hugging herself.

"Wow." Bulma murmured, her eyes distant. "Goku didn't tell me that exactly." She glanced down, her eyes still unreadable.

"He wouldn't have, he sees things in a different light. Who knows how he remembers things." Vegeta looked at Bulma carefully, noting how flushed and ill she seemed. "This is the first time Goku has actually managed to get you pregnant…and I…I don't know what that means." He heard the choke in his own voice and cursed inwardly, he couldn't allow his human emotions to overcome his common sense. Bulma was tainted because of the child inside of her - he had to get rid of it.

"It means that maybe you should trust me to raise this child in a good way." Bulma interrupted his train of thoughts in a soft voice. She looked up with huge blue eyes that sparkled with innocence. "I'm not evil Vegeta, and as hard as it might be for you to comprehend I don't think that Goku is all that evil either." She paused and looked thoughtful. "He's more misled then anything." She sighed and glanced sadly at her stomach. "You can't hurt my baby Vegeta, it hasn't done anything yet."

Vegeta stood up, torn by the pleading in Bulma's voice but determined to stay strong. He knew it would cost him his friendship with Bulma but he had to do what he had been put on the earth to do. "It doesn't matter that the child was born innocent - it has to be done. I'm sorry." With that Vegeta walked out of the room, Bulma turned sadly to look out the window at the clear blue sky, her voice a mere whisper as she said the one thing that she still believed in…

"Goku…"

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"Goku…"

Goku's eyes opened suddenly, black spreading rapidly through them as his demon strength kicked in and his body was forced to heal more rapidly then it should have. He could still hear an echo of the cry that had awoken him - it was Bulma. She was in trouble and he could feel her distress from where he lay. Her thoughts were a jangling, jumbled mess and she was in agony. She was confused and her own fear was flashing through his mind like a phantom pain.

Growling, Goku stood up, his wounds now healed, and stalked towards the ward door, a variety of tubes and monitors ripping from his chest and arms as he strode away unheedful of the noise and mess he was causing. He snarled and ripped the drip from his arm, hissing as drop of his blood splashed onto the tiles and began to eat its way into the floor. A nurse came running into the room, summoned by the loud continuous wail that the heart monitor was sending out.

"Sir…" The nurse came to a halt as she took in the site of Goku striding towards her, his demonic form now completely in place. He hissed at the nurse and spread his leathery wings, lunging at the woman before she could scream. Hospital beds were flung aside by the sheer span of his wings and trays and implements fell to the floor in a catastrophe of sound. The woman screamed shrilly as Goku's mouth fastened onto her neck, her wailing cry cut short in a gargling sound as he tore her throat out effortless, drinking the blood which gushed from the wound in powerful spurts. He hurled the nurse across the room in an arch of blood, ginning fiendishly as he heard her body slam into the wall and slide wetly to the floor.

He set off walking again, his demonic form receding after the increase in power that drinking the woman's life had brought him. As he left the scene of his ghoulish slaughter, his hospital gown disappeared and his clothes reappeared, seeming to grow from his skin until he was encased in a black suit with a black shirt. The blood that caked his face was absorbed into his skin and he stormed from the hospital looking like just any other well-dressed middleclass male. The only person who took any notice of him was a small girl who had been sitting in the lobby.

Goku growled at the small child as he felt her stare burn into his back. Another Christian child! He thought maliciously, the thought of ripping the tiny girl limb from limb slipping through his mind. Goku hated humans more then he hated the angels. They were all scum, all except for his Bulma; she was too good for the lot of them. It was the thought of Bulma that made Goku keep walking and prevented him from murdering the girl child.

He smashed in the window of the first car he came to, unlocked the door and slid into it. With deft, determined hands he hotwired the car and spend off, following the scent of his lovers distress. Vegeta would pay for stealing away the vessel that would bear him a son. Oh yes, Vegeta would pay, for now was the time to summon Prosperine to his side and if there was one demon who scared Vegeta it was her.

After all, Prosperine was the destroyer of men and angels alike.

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