Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Temptation ❯ Chapter Seven ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter Seven:

 

Vegeta's rage thundered across the sky. Lightening jumped from cloud to cloud. He held the blue haired woman in his arms. The others were coming. He had sent for them. There was only one way he might be able to save her. He would have to turn her immediately, and have the others supply her with blood to replace that which she lost. He growled. This is not the way he wanted things. She would never be able to understand. To wake as a Saiyan…Human minds were fragile things. She could wake deranged, or suicidal. He would have to try to explain to her when she woke, if she woke. He prayed that if she died, Turles or Goku would kill him quickly. Turned, he was a threat to human and Saiyan alike. Only the two ancients would have a chance to slay him.

Turles landed next to Nappa, who was still trying to restrain his life mate. Coor cannot come, sire. He is battling an ancient who has turned long ago. He is already wounded and would not make the journey. I will heal her.

Radditz landed then, next to the prince. Eyes scanning the area, trying to assess the situation. He saw Nappa holding a human woman tightly. She was crying. The sight made his heart wrench. Since emotions had returned to him, he was having to experience sadness, guilt, and fear. She was screaming a woman's name. Bulma. He turned toward his prince. The anger and rage rippled off him in waves. He had inadvertently summoned a storm in his anger. There was a wounded woman next to him, a hole in her chest. The blood pumped out of her, the smell was spicy and metallic. She was struggling to breathe and an awful sucking sound was escaping the wound with the rise and fall of her chest. She must be the prince's life mate. She must not die.

“Let go of me! I can save her!” The woman Nappa was holding shrieked. Her struggles were becoming so violent that Nappa, with all his brute strength was having trouble holding her. “I can save her! I have a gift!”

At this, Radditz turned toward her. He was scanning the memories of his own life mate. She knew not only this girl, but the wounded woman as well. This girl had a twin. Both with extraordinary gifts. “Release her Nappa. My life mate knows this woman. She does have a gift that will help.”

Reluctantly, Nappa released his own life mate. She almost fell forward at the sudden change. He steadied her with his hands, but she shrugged him off, racing towards her friend. Vegeta's head snapped up, at the girl approaching.

“I can help her. I have a gift. My mother call's it life's light. I can sustain her life until we get her to a hospital.” Jey said to the flame'-haired man in front of her. She had never seen him before, but he was so distraught over her friend, she trusted him. He had Bulma's best interests at mind. The others…she did not know. They did save them.

Vegeta slid over, allowing the girl to place her hands on his life mate. She knew her better than he did. She would aid in the healing process, but there was no way to save his life mate without converting her. Only the quick healing of Saiyan blood would allow her to survive.

“I must change her, girl. Not even with your gift will she live.” Vegeta spoke softly to this girl, betraying the rage that beat inside him.

Jey sat still. “Change her?” she demanded.

“Yes. She will not survive otherwise. Do not stop this. This is the only way. I wish there was another. That I had time to explain to her. But I do not. We do not. Time has alluded us. I will begin the change. Then all of us will restore her.” He motioned with his hand for the other's to come to him. Turles crouched down directly beside the prince, and the others spanned around the wounded woman in a semi-circle.

Vegeta knelt to his woman's neck. He murmured the ritual words softly, wishing she was fully aware of his devotion, his meaning. “You are my life mate and I claim you as such. I give you my body, mind, heart, and soul, and take into possession yours. I will put your happiness and welfare above my own. We live as one, die as one.” He sank his canines deep within her neck, being sure only to take enough of her precious blood before closing the wounds with a sweep of his tongue. Bringing his wrist up to his mouth, he bit hard, then forced his wrist against her lips.

Drink. The command and the compulsion were strong. Even unconscious Bulma obeyed. He let her feed until he became light headed. Trying to replace some of the blood she had lost. Turles grabbed his arm and pulled it away from her. Vegeta closed his wound with a sweep of his tongue. Bending down, he swept his tongue over Bulma's gaping wound, trying to let some of the healing agent in his saliva begin to work. Turles began an ancient healing chant, sung in the old language. The other's joined in.

Turles turned to Jey. “Now would be the time, Jeyriall to use your gift. He has begun the conversion, but she is still dying, she needs blood. She needs you.”

The words prompted Jey into action. Sliding next to Bulma, she placed one hand over her heart and one over her abdomen. Focusing her energy into a light mass, Jey concentrated on Bulma's life source, and flooded light into it.

Turles stopped his chanting in awe. “She is a light bringer.” He said the words so low, that the others, if not for their superior sense of hearing, would have thought it nothing but the wind. They were shocked into amazement. No Saiyan had seen a light bringer in centuries, since the last one turned vampire and had to be destroyed. Light bringers were Saiyans with great powers in dealing with life. They were great healers and more. Their mysteries were almost nothing more than legends and rumors to all Saiyans but the ancients, who had remembered the turning of the last known survivor. Clearly, this girl was part Saiyan. There was no other explanation.

Shaking himself out of his stupor, he continued the chant. The others soon followed. Vegeta joining in after a moment, regaining himself after his blood loss. Turles brought his wrist to Bulma's mouth. Drink. He commanded. Bulma's teeth sank deep, as Turles' ancient, powerful blood ran down her throat. He let her drink until Radditz stepped forward, taking his place. Nappa followed after him. Bulma's color had returned, and the wound had long since scabbed over. Nappa touched Jey's shoulder. “You may stop now, dolcezza.”

Jey stopped the light into Bulma's life source. It was stronger now, but changing. That scared Jey, it was becoming more like her own and Lily's. What is happening to her?

She is undergoing the transformation. It is a painful process and the prince will send her into a deep sleep until she awakens. She will live, my little one. She will live.

Jey looked around her swiftly. The one touching her was communicating with her telepathically. How? How can you communicate with me? Stay out of my head. Tell me what you did to my friend.

Nappa wrapped his arms around his life mate. She was full of questions. He had a few of his own that he wanted answers to as well. He watched Turles speak to his prince. Words of reassurance, no doubt. Turles blasted into the sky, followed by Radditz, no doubt to feed. Both had given significant amounts of blood tonight. Nappa, too, felt the twinges of hunger. But the warm, wiggling mass in his arms was directing his thoughts to another type of hunger. Desire. He felt it liquid and hot, pooling low in him, making him feel heavy and tight. Emotions. He almost wept with the pure joy of it all. Happiness, worry, desire, lust, anger. This girl made him feel all of it.

“Your friend will live, as one of us. She is becoming Saiyan. Her body will push all the traces of human blood from her system, and undergo all the physical changes. She is the prince's life mate and we will entrust her into his care.” Nappa looked down at the woman in his arms. She was beautiful. She had black hair, that had fallen loose from its bun, and now rolled down her back in thick waves. Large bright blue eyes contrasted with her hair, but only fed her beauty. Nappa had seen many beautiful women in his many years of existence, but none so strikingly beautiful. Full, high breast jutted out at him and were aching to be caressed. A small waist led to…A TAIL?! Nappa almost jumped at the realization. This girl had a tail! She must be half Saiyan to keep some of the physical attributes of their race. Amazing.

“How is it, little one, that you came upon your gift and that you did not seem completely horrified in our giving blood to your friend. You are not completely human. Tell me.” Nappa led her away from the prince and his life mate. He would send her to sleep, feed, and return to her, never straying far until she awoke. Nappa would get the information that he knew the prince would demand from his life mate about her origins. Whether from her memories, or by her open admission. There were questions her that needed answering.

 

-Meanwhile-

 

Coor looked around him. The vampire had fled back to his lair. Coor knew it was dangerous to track the ancients back to their dwelling place, but he had wounded it, and he would not let it take the lives of more innocents. He leg was bleeding furiously, where the vampire had slashed it open. It was a deep wound, not quite striking bone, but the muscles of the leg could clearly be seen.

He flew to the opening of the lair, a cave high in the side of the sea wall. He could smell the foul blood of the vampire. He had several wounds and would be weak. But a wounded animal was often the most dangerous. A master vampire would not sleep until he had established traps around his dwelling place. Coor entered the cave. The air was damp and foul. His sensitive ears picked up the sounds of rodents moving across the floor. Shifting into the form of a bat, he flew deeper into the cave.

He saw the vampire, with his superior night vision, using the eyes of the bat, sitting in the back of the cave, a ki ball ready in each hand. The vampire must be weaker than he thought. He expected ki balls that would explode with the slightest touch to be placed in an impassible barricade along the cave, yet there were none. He almost sighed in relief. It would make this much easier, and his leg was hurting.

He shifted and let a furry of ki blasts loose as he did so, swallowing the two weaker blasts the vampire let go. He looked at the pathetic man in front of him. His attack had hit home. The vampire's limbs had been blown away, only part of his left arm remained. He was wailing in pain. Calling for someone to help him, the name died on deaf ears. Coor raised his hand, “Final Flash!” The vampire was gone, then he felt a large ki blast strike his back. He hissed in pain.

He turned to look at a human woman. She was not completely human. It seemed the vampire had begun to turn her, but he felt an underlying current of energy, Saiyan energy. She was half Saiyan! He looked into her face. She had gorgeous green eyes, GREEN eyes! He almost fell over. Colors bombarded his senses, leaving him unprepared as the vampiress attacked.

 

Next chapters: Bulma and Nehtar awaken to… where is Lily? What happened to Coor? Does Nappa get answers from Jey?