Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Embodiment of the Living Dead ❯ The beginning ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: This is an Alternate Universe fic. Yes, that means no chi, no super strength and what not...I am trying my hand at a 'vampire' fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball/Z/GT. That privilege belongs to Akira Toriyama, Viz Comics, Bird Studios and others…

***Special Thanks to GredandForge and Da Bomb for BETA-ing this; BlueSaiyanChick and others for reading this a head of time and pushing me to post this story***

Embodiment of the Living Dead
By: Vegeta's Blue-Haired Angel

Prologue:

The soft glow of oil lamps illuminated the room. A soft breeze smoothly blew through the open window, delightfully giving some coolness to the hot temperature of the room. Outside fireflies danced, their lights giving an almost magical effect.

Bulma lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling, embraced in her lover's arms. Tonight had been wonderful, however she couldn't stay… not after what happened.

-- Flashback --

"Why did he leave… our wedding is less than a week away…"sobbed Bulma; she was referring to the events that happened earlier that morning…

Her fiancé had to leave on a 'business trip' and left her by her lonesome. They had exchanged some harsh words and didn't even glance at each other until it was time for his departure, which had occurred in the evening. However he had promised to return soon, and yet again another verbal assault had broke out leaving the couple in bad terms.

Bulma however, still bitter over his departure, sought out her garden sanctuary for peace and reflection. Inhabiting the garden were many beautiful and exotic plants, a small stream flowing silently surrounded by beautifully green shrubbery and small trees.

In the middle of this exotic wonderland was a small porcelain bench, in which Bulma would seek out in order to find some solitude.

That night, however, she had sought the solitude of her garden for a different purpose. Usually Bulma didn't release a bitter tirade of tears, but it wasn't that case that night. Most of all she wanted companionship. Truth be it, she was lost without her fiancé, her lover… the only one whom she had perceived as her equal in every way.

Of course there were those determined blokes, like her former lover Yamcha. He had been sweet, innocent and very naïve, however when her dark Prince stepped into the light, he was seen as a little boy, shoved away in the corner…

It had been her that had caused the hurt, the pain and the suffering. Yamcha had wanted the relationship to stay flamboyant but to no avail, another had captured Bulma's heart.

She remembered the day she had told him that they were officially not courting anymore… he had taken it hard, almost cried right in her midst. She had taken his head and set it in her lap telling him that they had nothing binding, she felt nothing when they kissed, that they could remain friends but could not pursue the roles as lovers. He had sobbed for several minutes before regaining his composure. Standing up he stared at the wall as in a trance and walked out. That was the last she had ever seen him. She had heard, from his concerned cousin, that he had married a beautiful woman and was living happily. The only down side was that the woman whom he had married had the same exact colorings as Bulma… blue eyes, blue hair… she looked almost like Bulma's twin, except for the vacant expression on her face. This had greatly angered Bulma, for the fact that Yamcha couldn't get over her.

Soon after, however, she had heard that the two had broken up… Yamcha had actually had called his wife, "Bulma," on more than one occasion, the last straw snapped when they were making love. Coming to an orgasm Yamcha had called out Bulma's name instead of his wife's. This greatly angered her, she left him but not before accusing him of adultery. She had slapped him in the face and walked out, with a less than graceful exit, her dress caught under her high-heel and she had maladroitly fell flat on her face.

After months of depression, and Bulma with-drawl, Yamcha had set eyes upon a beautiful broad, who was terribly kind and loving. Her soft voice and delicate features had drawn Yamcha to her. She had rose red, curly, hair and the greenest eyes you'll ever see. Bulma had been jubilant when Yamcha's cousin had told her the news about the new wife. Currently, to-date, they are living in a beautiful castle, with three lovely children… One thing that did displease Bulma, however, his first child, who was a healthy baby girl, Yamcha had named Bulma…

Shaking her head at the memory Bulma's tears started to cease. She thought about her future children, how handsome and smart they would be, seeing who their parents were and all. She could image it…a son, with high cheekbones and bottomless blue eyes. His hair would be an almost exact duplicate of his father…

Suddenly a voice interrupted her thoughts, "What is a delectable little thing like you doing out here, aren't you cold?" The voice sent an electric chill through her body. It was deep and rich. She turned her head to see whom the owner of the voice, was. Her eyes met two ice blue eyes, almost with a steely appearance. No emotion was shone through them; it was like looking into an opaque marble.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of her lover, how his eyes, were like the man in front of her… emotionless…

"W-who are you?" Bulma asked, surprised that this stranger could well up such a flutter in her chest.

"Who would you like me to be?" he asked, his voice barely a decibel above a whisper. Bulma looked down in sadness.

"What is wrong, princess?" he asked, cupping her face and making her look into his eyes. She spilled her heart and soul into this man, she had no idea why, but she did.

She finished her heart-wrenching tale and looked into his eyes. The next thing she knew they were embraced in a passionate kiss. She couldn't stop him, nor did she want to. His caresses were mind numbing, the taste of his mouth was enough to drive her crazy. Somehow within the heat of the moment they ended up in her room. He pleasured her in ways only imaginable.

He kissed down her stomach and came to her thighs. He looked at her and bit into her right inner leg, right next to her bud. She screamed in pleasure as he licks the blood up. He nipped her again, in the same spot creating more blood. Each time he did it, the pleasure increased…The morning came and there was no sign of him… he was gone…

Days later Bulma started to feel some side effects of her fling… however they weren't normal. She couldn't go into sun light, without feeling faint, she had lust for blood and her body started transforming. Whenever any of these things happened the scar her mysterious lover had left started to burn.

One night, the night of her lover's due arrival she figured it out… the man she had slept with, the bite mark, the symptoms…he was a vampire…

-- End of Flashback --

She didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of his arms but she had to. Getting up she walked straight towards her closet. Picking out a simple dress of midnight blue velvet she slipped it on and wanted to take a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

Her figure was more slender, her bust line had grown, and her features had narrowed. She was drop dead gorgeous, not that she wasn't before… but now she was drop dead gorgeous AND sexy… She shook her head to release herself from her trance… and stepped in front of a mirror to check how messy her hair was… she had no reflection! This startled her into remembering what she was supposed to do.

Running over to her small desk she took out parchment paper and a quill. Dipping it in ink she wrote:

My Lord,

I am truly sorry for this but I can no longer stay with you. Many events has happened while you were on your little 'get away.'

I love you with my whole heart …yet, I have become the one thing you hate the most and that is why I cannot stay.

Bulma

Not even a "Love" for the closing, she couldn't, it would be too painful. She went back to the bed and gazed at her lover, the fondness rising in her eyes as she saw that very present strand of stray hair on his forehead. She twisted it around her finger lightly, this used to annoy him so… she giggled at the memory of his face growing red and his displeasure being ground out through clenched teeth.

He moved in his unconscious state causing Bulma to flinch away as if she was burned. She stayed still, her breath hitched in her throat as she waited for him to wake.

When he did not she deemed it safe to touch him once again. This time she lightly brushed her lips over his and got up. She had to leave. If she lingered here any longer she would not be able to go.

Quietly she hurried to an open window and jumped out. In her haste she had forgotten how high up she was and almost screamed when two arms secured themselves around her.

"I was wondering when you would figure it out…" a husky voice whispered in her ear. She shuttered as she felt his soft breath tickle her ear. She turned her head and found it to be her mysterious lover.

"What is it I may call you?" she asked.

"Juunanagou," he stated.

Author's Note: That's it, I hope you enjoyed and I bet you cannot wait for the next chapter ^_~! Lol! Anyway, I wanted to say something… but… oh yea! Next chapter will be about 2-4 years later, haven't decided on which yet. See ya then!