Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Majik ❯ The Truth ( Chapter 2 )

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~*~ Chapter Two ~*~

Goku kicked the door to his office closed behind him and strode purposefully over to his desk, sweeping everything that was on it onto the floor in an oddly careless motion with his arm. With a gentleness which was in direct contrast to his nature Goku then gently laid Bulma down upon it and gently traced the curve of her lips as his eyes devoured her.

"He's gotten careless. Once I never would have gotten this close to you." His voice was soft as he lent down and breathed in her scent. He smiled to himself a he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of manacles. For a moment he hesitated and glanced down at Bulma.

Should he chain her down? He didn't want to scare her too much. He needed her to remember him, not to fear him. With reluctance he put the manacles back into the desk drawer and sat down on the side of the desk. Bulma whimpered and jerked in her entranced sleep.

"Wake up." Goku whispered hoarsely, allowing a little of his dark magic to flow along her skin like boiling oil to wake her up.

Bulma moaned, her back arching as the black magic Goku had used seeped into her skin and forced her back to reality. "What? Where am I? Who are you?" She murmured and sat up weakly, placing a hand to her head in confusion.

"You're in my office." Goku lounged indolently against the desk and looked around the room, following her gaze as it swept across the swords, axes and other weapons of war that were hung from the walls.

"Oh God! What do you want from me?" Bulma moaned, swallowing convulsively as her breathing became uneven, tremors of fear racking her body.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you in any way." Goku reassured her and flashed his disarming smile.

"Not going to kill me? Not going to kill me?" Bulma's voice rose hysterically. "Who are you?"

"Well it's complicated as I have several names." Goku gave her a fun loving smile in the hope that she might remember him from the old days, but her gaze remained blank and with a shrug he continued to talk listlessly, as though he'd told her this many times before. "I believe the name your probably the best acquainted with is Satan."

"Satan?" Bulma gasped and scuttled off the desk, falling to the floor in her hurry to get away. "You're the Devil?" Bulma gasped again, opening and closing her mouth soundlessly. "This is a dream, this has be a dream." Bulma closed her eyes and counted to three then opened her eyes and looked up at him, moaned in horror when he didn't disappear. "This can't be real!"

"Oh, I'm afraid it is." Goku walked closer and picked her up off the floor, his hands lingering on her body as he sat her back on the desk. "Like I said, don't worry. I'm not going to kill you I don't want your soul." His eye narrowed and he continued in a dark drawl. "You have something else I need."

"Listen, Satan…" Bulma began to speak again, trying to sound reasonable despite the fear that was sparking in her brain.

"Goku, call me Goku." Goku interrupted flatly. "Satan is such a commercialised name these days; I'm almost embarrassed to call myself it. Goku is much better…much more…wholesome." He lowered himself down until his mouth was near her ear. "Besides, you called me Goku once. It is only fitting that you should call me Goku again."

"What?" Bulma spluttered. "I've never seen you in my life!"

"Not in this life." Goku agreed amicably. "But surely you've seen me in your dreams? I've come to you most nights."

"The dreams…" Bulma raised a hand to her mouth as she paled, the world swam before her eyes and she wavered dangerously. "Oh sweet lord…"

"It's no use praying to him. He doesn't care about any of us anymore." Goku's eyes flashed dangerously, then his mood abruptly changed and he smiled indulgently. "I suppose you want to know what I want with you."

"Not really." Bulma scampered off the desk and began to back away, her voice high with panic. "I just want to leave, okay? Please let me leave!"

"I'm afraid I can't, you see I've been looking for you for a very, very long time and now that I have you where I want you I'm not letting you go anywhere." Goku made a motion with his hand and the red snake from his arm seemed to come alive and slither off his skin, dropping to the floor with a soft thud. It moved directly into her path and barred the door, flashing fangs at her.

Bulma screamed as Goku's hands came down on her shoulders and he pulled her body against his. "Sit down Bulma; we have a lot to discuss…"

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"Where the hell is Bulma?" Vegeta glanced at his watch irritably. "I have to work tomorrow; I can't wait for her all night." He looked around the nightclub which was beginning to thin out.

"Don't ask me. The last time I saw her she was with you." Yamcha yawned and pulled a giggling and very drunk Marron closer. "Look man, lets just go, she's a big girl, she can take care of herself. She probably just found herself a cute guy and she's off smacking the pony."

"That is so gross." Marron giggled again and hiccuped.

"Yeah, but it's probably true." Yamcha smiled fondly down at his blue haired girlfriend and ruffled her hair while she shrieked in delight at his playful mood.

"I guess your right." Vegeta took a last look around before heading out to the parking lot. "I hope she's alright though, I couldn't bare it if..." Vegeta trailed off then slowly walked back to the car.

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"I've been searching you for a very long time." Goku sat down cross-legged on the floor and lent his back against the wall, uncaring of what nasty things might be on the floor to stain his lovely black suit with.

"How long is a long time?" Bulma narrowed her eyes and edged away, not liking where this conversation was going.

Goku grinned and laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. But I knew you were the one from the moment I saw you."

"When did you…?"

"When did I find you?" He tilted his head to the side and watched her carefully. "Almost a year ago."

"A year." Bulma nodded. "That makes sense; those dreams have only gotten worse in the last year."

"I would have come to you straight away but he was always with you. Guarding you." Goku's eyes flashed and he threw back his head and laughed suddenly. "But he's gotten slack in his old age."

"Who has?" Bulma swallowed uneasily. Someone had been guarding her?

"It doesn't matter. He failed." Goku seemed pleased by this and his voice reflected his delight. "The point is that you're the person I've been looking for, and now I've found you." He stood up in a smooth, graceful and inhuman movement. "Aren't you even curious about what it means? What you being the chosen one means?"

Bulma looked uncomfortable. "A little, but honestly Goku…I don't know if I want to hear it. Do you have any idea what a shock this is? For the first time in ages I meet a cute guy at a dance club who seems interested in me and he turns out to be the Devil." Bulma's voice was woeful but she tossed her hair in familiar defiant movement that made Goku's heart twist. "That does wonderful things for a girls self esteem." She rolled her eyes, the exasperated tone staying put.

"Do you want to know or not?" Goku asked again, staring down fondly at Bulma.

"I don't really care why you lured me here Goku, I just want to go home and sleep." Bulma jumped off the desk and began to walk towards the door. Bulma gasped in amazement and terror as her body stopped moving against her will, she could feel Goku's power flaring over her as he forced her to turn around and sit back down.

"You're not going anywhere until you've heard this." His voice was a low growl that sent shivers along her spine. Next to him the red snake opened its hypnotising black eyes and hissed warningly at her again before slipping back up his arm in a blur of colour that left her feeling dizzy.

"Or what? You'll steal my soul? Set your snake on me?" Bulma stayed seated despite her words, but made a great show of pouting and looking annoyed.

Goku sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Please Bulma, just listen."

"Fine. I'm listening." Bulma spoke stiffly.

"A long time ago, when only the Lord and his angels were in insistence a war took place when several renegade angels turned against God."

"You're talking about the war in heaven?" Bulma unbent enough to actually show a flare of interest in her blue eyes.

Goku nodded. "That's right. Now, you may find this hard to believe but you were once an angel."

"Me?" Bulma squeaked. "An angel?"

"Yes." Goku sighed again and looked tired as Bulma's face hardened again. "You and I were in love, which was forbidden amongst the angels. We were supposed to be holy beings which were above such emotions as lust and jealousy. But we were an exception." Goku smiled at her fondly. "We were so close we were almost one being and for the most part the Lord was content as long as we didn't throw ourselves into a world of sin, and," Goku continued. "For the most part, we didn't. Life was good for us in heaven, we were in God's grace and there was nothing which could change that. That is until he created them." Goku's voice soured suddenly.

"Who?" Bulma lent forward, his voice curious.

"Humans." Goku stated flatly.

"Humans?" Bulma repeated dumbly, blinking as though he uttered something foreign.

"Yes, a filthy dirty sinful race who, for some reason, the Lord chose to give Earth too. For some reason he looked past all of their faults and saw only their good side and somehow they moved up to take our place alongside the lord. Many angels were unhappy but none so much as me. I have always hated humanity; they were the ultimate insult to our people." Goku looked as though he was about to spit in disgust and Bulma decided to stay silent as he spoke. She watched as his eyes hardened with remembered pain. "So I turned against the Lord. I raised an army and together we marched against heaven in an attempted to take out place by his side again. Of course we failed." Goku's' mouth twisted wryly and a small smug smile wriggled its way onto his lips. "And I was cast out of heaven along with all the other angels who had marched with me. We were cast into hell." Goku grinned nastily at his, he even sounded proud.

"Was I?" Bulma's voice was a tiny squeak.

"Oh no, the Lord decided that sending you to hell with me would be far too lenient, so he kept you in heaven. He kept you and me apart." Goku's eyes clouded and his tone softened. "How could I not do what I did?"

"What did you do?"

"I cursed the Lord with a real curse. You see, when he threw me out I gained several new powers. I could take the souls of sinful men and women and I could also curse those I wished. I told the lord that one day I would get you back and that our child would bring about the end of his rein." Goku laughed as though it was the funniest thing he'd ever done. "I prophesized the apocalypse, and the amazing part was that the Lord got scared. He got so scared in fact that he decided to hide you from me and he sent you away."

Bulma swallowed as what he was saying dawned on her. "He sent me to Earth."

"Yes, he sent you t Earth. He gave you a mortal body and forced you to live life after life in this sinful, filthy planet. Surrounded by sinful, filthy humans." This time Goku spat in disgust. "He even sent you a protector to guard you, to watch over you and make sure I never got close to you. I've found you in other lives, you know. But each time he's there to stop me. But not this time, oh no, not this time." He looked up at her, his eyes burning. "This time you're going to join with me."

"And if I say no?" Bulma raised her head in defiance.

"Trust me Bulma; you don't want to say no." Goku met her eyes with his and as she watched they flooded with red and the pupils seemed to burst into flames. "You don't want to get me angry."

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A/N - Okay, so what do you think? A good chapter? I certainly think so! Please Review!