Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Majik ❯ The Nightmare ( Chapter 4 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ.

A/N - This chapter, except for the very start, is a completely new chapter. Although it was supposed to be written for the old version of this fic, I never really found that it worked. However, now that I'm a better writer then I used to be (what a lie!) I've finally figured out how write it. Enjoy this chapter because it's going to be twisted and trippy and 100% me!

~*~ Chapter Four ~*~

"You can't leave." Goku told Bulma as he sat perched on the desk wearing his only pants. He was shirtless, dishevelled looking and was smiling at her with that infinite charm of his. Bulma suspected that he was remaining shirtless merely in a ploy to distract her so she wouldn't leave.

"I can leave and I will leave. I don't know what just happened. I don't know why I did that, but I shouldn't have…it shouldn't have happened full stop." Bulma's voice was shaking and she cursed herself as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture.

Goku scoffed. "Come on! I'm the Dark Prince! Temptation is my speciality! If I didn't know I could seduce you I wouldn't have tried, so don't be so hard on yourself." He looked at her in a seductive way and Bulma shivered as she remembered how he'd touched her.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" She whirled around and glared at him, avoiding making eye contact with him as she hysterically babbled on. "Are you saying that you knew I'd be a pushover because you knew you could make me want you?" Bulma glared harder and Goku began to fidget uneasily, not having expected this outraged reaction from her.

"No! It was nothing like that! But I don't like being rejected any more then the next man. All I'm saying is that I wouldn't have put myself in a place where you would have said no to me." Goku tried desperately to keep a happy-go-lucky note in his voice as he tried his little boy smile on her again, the look on Bulma's face quickly freezing it away.

Bulma pursed her full red lips and looked at him through narrowed lids. "Look Mr. Devil, I don't have time to be playing games with you…"

"What games?" Goku cut Bulma off, smiling innocently and flashing perfect white teeth. "Who's playing games?" He allowed his voice to drop into a dark drawl. "I know I'm not."

"You know what I mean!" Bulma squeaked in a high voice, colour assaulting her cheeks. "Why do you really want me here?" Bulma pleaded, her mouth twisted up into a grimace. "I know there must be more to wanting me here then to merely sleep with me. There must be some kind of reason other then the one you told me. I mean, you do seem like a nice guy and all, but you are still the devil." She outstretched her hand in a pleading manner, her blue eyes innocently questioning.

The smile disappeared and Goku looked almost threatening. He looked at her outstretched hands and slowly let his gaze travel up her; finally he answered her in a deep growling voice that betrayed how hungry for her he was. "True. I do have an ulterior motive for sleeping with you."

"And that is…?" Bulma whispered nervously, taking a step back as she wished he'd look happy again and not so evil and threatening. It was disconcerting to have him switching his facial expression so easily, as if his face was a changeable mask.

"Let me explain it to you this way. You've been having nightmare's lately about a snake coming after you, haven't you?" Goku asked nonchalantly as he picked up his black shirt and pulled it on, leaving it hanging open so that a gap of well toned chest showed as he talked. When Bulma nodded, her gaze locked on that gap of chest and Goku smirked and continued talking in that mesmerising voice. "Well, the snake represents me. The dream is kind of a heavenly warning that I was coming after you."

"What's so important about me?" Bulma tore her gaze away from his chest and titled her head to the side cautiously stretching the muscles out. "Why am I so special?" Her tone was both cautious and questioning and Goku deliberated for a second on how to answer her.

"You're the chosen one." He told her quietly and slowly as though unsure how to say what he needed to. Bulma looked confused and Goku held up a hand to forestall her. "Bear with me. You have angel blood inside of you and I have demon blood. If we were to mix our blood, and by that I mean create a child, our child would have power from both the dark and the light realms and I could get back into heaven and claim it as my own." Goku's eyes were shining with that demonic light again as he spoke and his voice had an inhuman echoing quality to it.

Bulma's mouth dropped open. "You want to get me pregnant! So I can give birth to the Anti Christ? No way! No bloody way!" Bulma screeched in disbelief and shook her head. She spun around and began walking towards the door. "I am not going to be responsible for the fall of heaven!" She opened the door and stalked out. A second later the door flew open again and she shouted her final remarks; "Stay away form me Goku! I can tell you now that I am not going to have your flaming demon spawn child!" With that she slammed the door and silence descended upon Goku who still sat carelessly on the desk.]

Goku sat staring at the door for a few moments before he blinked as though just returning to reality and began to slowly button his shirt. "Oh Bulma, maybe I should have told you that it's too late. You're already pregnant to me, and I'm never going to let you destroy our child." Goku's voice deepened and he rolled up a shirt sleeve. The red snake tattooed on his arm shuddered, glowed and slithered off his arm, dropping to the floor and slithering towards the shadows with serpentine grace.

"Never." Goku's eyes glowed as he growled the final word into the gloom of his office.

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Bulma's high heels made sharp loud clicking noises as she walked across the dance floor. At any moment she expected the office door to fly open and Goku to come charging out. But the door remained firmly shut and the only noise Bulma could hear was the gentle sound of rain falling on the roof of the club.

She was in the middle of the dance floor when she saw something out of the corner of her eyes. Bulma turned her head but couldn't see anything in the shadowy corner of the room. Another movement from the other corner of her eyes caused her to gasp and whirl around again, but, once again, there was nothing to see. Hesitantly, Bulma took a few more steps across the nightclub floor, and then she saw it.

The shadows seemed to be moving. They seemed to be almost writhing and turning as though they were alive. Bulma screamed and stumbled fearfully away from the dark corners of the club as the shadows in the room seemed to spew forth hundreds of snakes. They moved like water across the floor, with a fluid grace that Bulma found horrifying. They swept over her shoes, several snakes attempting to curl themselves around Bulma's ankles and legs.

She let out a shriek as she fell to the floor, a blanket of glowing black snakes settling suffocatingly over her. She felt them moving all around her, as though she were trapped in some huge, pulsing mountain of snake. Bulma opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out, instead she felt a snake try to worm its way into her throat and she hastily shut her mouth, whimpering like a small fretful child as she heard several snakes hiss around her.

And then they were gone.

Bulma cautiously opened her eyes and almost fainted, the room spinning dizzyingly around her as she realised she wasn't in the night club anymore. Instead she was in what appeared to be a ballroom. Red drapes twisted their way from the centre of the ceiling to the walls where they were tied back with tassels. The walls were velvet black and the floor was one giant mirror.

Bulma cautiously got to her feet. Around her spun couples dancing to music which Bulma couldn't hear. There was no sound, she realised, no sound at all. Everything seemed so unreal, and yet as a couple swept past her, the ladies ball gown brushed against her and Bulma felt the cool brush of silk.

She took a faltering step and suddenly sound returned to her in a rush. So unexpected was the return of sound that Bulma cringed and almost fell to the floor, her hands covering her ears.

Sound bombarded her from every direction; the buzz of talking couples, the music from a string quartet playing music which sounded incredibly old and sweet but which Bulma had never heard before. She relaxed again as her body adjusted to the return of sound and Bulma straightened up again. Feeling out of place in her modern clubbing clothes, she hastily backed to the side of the ball room and watched the couples spin past her in a myriad of colour.

"Would you care to dance?" A dark shadow fell over Bulma and she looked up to find Goku staring down at her; dressed in some sort of neo-gothic costume. Bulma knew she should be frightened of him, but as she gazed up into his eyes everything seemed to fall away again and she suddenly wanted nothing more to be dancing in his arms.

Goku smiled and the next thing Bulma knew they were dancing in his arms in the middle of the room. They moved easily with each other, dancing to that eerily sweet music which continued to ebb from the band in the corner. Goku drew Bulma closer until she could rest her head on his shoulders and then he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist and let out a sigh of contentment.

She stared down into the mirrored floor, watching as the creatures reflected danced together in a horrible swirling mass. Bulma suddenly froze in Goku's arms as she looked up at the very humans looking couples and then down into the mirror which reflected only hideous dancing demon creatures.

She pulled away from Goku with a gasp, tearing herself from his possessive hold. All around her couples continued to dance, faster and faster they spun around until all Bulma could see was a mass of colour and light, in the middle of which two black ebony eyes watched her.

I see you.

Bulma took a step backwards and screamed as she fell to the floor. Her head slammed into the mirror and spider webbed cracks spread from around it. Blackness washed up over Bulma and the vision of the coloured ballroom shattered around her. When the darkness subsided she was back in the club, lying on her back on the dance floor. The ball room and the demons were gone.

Bulma sat up, covering her mouth with a hand as a scream tried to work its way out of her mouth. Around her the floor gleamed wetly and Bulma let out a low moan as it vibrated and ripples spread out across it. Something moved under the floor, something black and shadowy. Bulma scrambled away from the creature and froze as the floor vibrated and rippled again.

Something broke through the surface of the floor, like breaking through the surface of water and Bulma realised it was a hand. She tried to scream but her breath was frozen in her throat as the hand moved across the floor and grabbed her ankle. It held on with bony, decaying fingers and Bulma shrieked and tried to kick it off. Another hand and another broke free of the floor to latch onto her, holding her down to the floor, trying to drag her down into the floor…

"No!" Bulma jerked an arm free and pried several of the hands of her, chunks of flesh tearing off the hands when she tore ferociously at them. She got to her feet and ran for the door, behind her the dance floor seemed to moan in pain as he high heels pushed through the wood as though being sucked down. Bulma unbuckled them and kept running, the floor wet and sticky under her feet.

A hand dead hand grabbed her foot just as she made it to the door and she threw all her weight into tearing free of it, opening the door and plunging into the cool night air outside.

Behind her the door to the club slammed shut by itself and shrill demonic laughter echoed dully from inside. A hand came down on her shoulder and Bulma screamed as she whirled around, prepared to face another of the dead creature from under the dance floor. Instead she found herself staring into those endless black eyes again.

"I called you a cab." Goku lounged easily against the club wall and dealt her a small smile as though he hadn't just tried to trap her in a nightmarish world. "I don't want you being picked up by some strange man as you walk home." His eyes were glowing darkly and Bulma had to resist the urge to slap him as they travelled down her body possessively.

The taxi drew up alongside her and Bulma opened the door, not surprised when Goku grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back against him, his hand resting on her waist. "I'm letting you go for now Bulma, but don't forget that at any second I can twist the world around you and take you back with me." He kissed her neck and drew in her scent with a deep breath.

"Back where?" Bulma's voice shook as she pulled away and moved closer to the gaping cab, clinging on to the door as though she expected it to slam shut and the cab to drive away and leave her with Goku at any second.

"Back to hell." Goku chuckled as Bulma paled and ducked into the cab, slamming the door shut behind her. "Sweet dreams." He smiled and waved at her through the cab window, still smiling long after the cab had disappeared form view.

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A/N - This chapter was inspired by a dream I had. Quite frankly I think this is one of the best chapters I've ever written, let me know what you think! Please review! Please! I want feedback for this chapter more then anything!