Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Embodiment of the Living Dead ❯ In Dreams ( Chapter 2 )

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

Chapter 1 - In Dreams:

The click of shoes, on the marble floors echoed throughout the large, empty castle. This corridor seemed long and empty, just like the others. Torches lit the path to his destination. His shoulders slumped and eyes staring at the floor, as he walked.

It seemed like such a long time ago, when he was happy. All the memories were floating in a preservative, in his head. He would not let them escape; especially the ones that included… her.

She had been his only companion. The only one he had cared to keep around.

He came to a stop, at a door. This door led to no ordinary room. This room had been blocked off from everyone, everyone, except him. It was the last room he spent with his precious onna.

"Bulma…" he whispered, as he entered the room. The oil lamps were lit. Everything was in the exact same place it had been the last night they made love here. He would not let anyone ruin his wonderland.

Trudging over to the bed, he took off each article of clothing, until he was completely nude. He slid under the expensive silk fabric of her sheets. Cool to the touch.

He laid his head on her pillow, trying to smell any reminisce of her. However, she had gone long before, and any scent she had left behind, was now disintegrated in the air.

I have become the thing that you hate most…

--Flashback--

"What do you mean you're leaving? We are to be married soon!" Bulma hissed, her blue eyes snapping with fire.

"This is important business, onna. Do not fret, after I come back we have eternity, remember?" Vegeta joked.

"This is not something to joke about!" she screamed back. She couldn't believe what a jerk he was being. Didn't he know how important this was to her? Obviously not, if he could jest about it!

"Onna, don't get angry. I'm leaving and that's that." He stated, firmly. Turning on heel, he walked out of the room, leaving a sobbing Bulma behind him. He hated to be firm with her, but it was the only way he could get through to her. The only way to keep her safe, as well as himself. He had suffered from broken emotions before. He had be betrayed. He would not let anyone get so close as to see the soft interior, he hid beneath a steel shell.

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The smell of damp earth touched his nostrils, as he rode on, his large estate lingering in the distance. He couldn't help but feel a large lump of guilt, building in his throat.

Shaking it off, Vegeta, tightened his grip on the reigns, and trotted even faster, until the estate was out of view.

--- End of Flashback ---

The 'tap tap' of footsteps distracted Vegeta from his sorrowful thoughts.

"Sir?" a soldier called, from the hallway. Vegeta, outraged that one would even set foot near this corridor, quickly dressed and threw open the door.

"What is it?" he snarled, startling the soldier.

"There is news from Nakagagi! One of the officials is currently waiting in your meeting quarters!" the soldier reported, put his hand on his chest, as a salute.

"Leave, and tell the bastard that I will be there immediately." Vegeta replied, his eyes growing darker. Nakagagi, eh? What would that ass from Nakagai want? Oh, well. He would soon find out.

Rolling his eyes, Vegeta trudged towards the meeting quarters. Taking a longer route, contemplating his position.

---

Vegeta silently snarled to himself, as he opened the door. A handsome, dark haired man, with soft brown eyes, sat at a large oak table, by himself. Vegeta took an irritated breath, and approached the man.

"Raditz." Vegeta greeted. The man stood and allowed Vegeta to take a seat, before he, himself, sat down, again.

"Vegeta-sama." Raditz, greeted, "Old friend. How has it been these long months?"

"Cut the crap, Raditz. What do you want?" Vegeta snapped. He didn't feel like getting all 'nice, nice' with this guy.

Raditz seemed nervous for a moment. He pulled on his tunic, while searching for an explanation.

"Well, my friend, you see… Nakagagi has been having some paranormal murders-." Raditz started, before Vegeta silenced him.

"So what you mean to ask me is if I would go over and check them out?" Vegeta replied, raising an eyebrow. "Have you no sense, man! I don't do that type of stuff anymore. Figure it out yourself."

Vegeta got up and trudged towards the door. He reached for the doorknob, when he heard Raditz mutter, "What about Bulma? Have you given up hope for her, as well?"

Vegeta closed his eyes. Wherever he turned the onna was there, in his dreams, nightmares, and even in his reality, after she was long gone.

"What does she have to do with anything?" Vegeta hissed. Raditz winced; he knew it was a sore spot.

'Poor Vegeta,' he mused, 'He lost his wife-to-be. Haha! I remember when they first met. What a fiery couple. We all knew they would get together in the end.

They had met at Bulma's house, where Master Briefs, and Master Ouji were discussing politics. Mistress Briefs, and Mistress Ouji went to the drawing room for a cup of tea, while Bulma was obligated to show Vegeta around. She first led him to the garden.

Raditz didn't even want to remember the horrible catastrophe that occurred there. Plants everywhere, shovels flying. That Bulma sure did have a temper, and Vegeta did nothing but instigate. He liked baiting her.

"Stop dazing off! I asked you a question!" Vegeta hissed, his temper getting the better of him.

"My apologies," replied Raditz, trying not to smirk. Vegeta always made the best faces when he was mad.

"Anyway," Vegeta growled, "Answer my question."

"There were many reports have told that a woman with blue hair, has been spotted near the scene of each murder." Raditz said, sliding some documents towards Vegeta.

Vegeta picked them up, examining each of them, carefully.

"I don't know if this has anything to do with your lost fiancée, but from what you told me, after she left, it could be connected."

"I-I don't think I can. Not anymore. I made a promise." Vegeta said, sliding the documents back to Raditz.

"How can you keep a promise to someone if they left you, how can you keep a promise to someone who obviously didn't think about your feelings? How could you-!"

"Enough!" roared Vegeta, "I will not let you sit here and insult her, or myself!"

"How can you be so blind?! This could be your fucking chance? Do you not see it?"

Vegeta slammed his fist down on the table. A deafening silence followed. Both men sat there, contemplating what to say next.

"Vegeta, at least give it some thought." Raditz said, gathering his things, before leaving the room.

Vegeta fell to his knees. He wanted her back, oh, how he wanted her back…but… would he be able to bare the sight of her? Would he be able to emotionally contain himself?

But Gods… He wanted her so badly. He wanted to feel her in his arms again. Smell her sweet aroma, beckoning him like a bee to a fragrant flower.

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He lay there, tossing and turning all night. A cold sweat rolling down his face, like a waterfall. He had dreams. Not the usual, erotic ones, but -- He couldn't explain it. He tried to recap what had happened.

--Dream--

Darkness surrounded his entire being. He saw nothing, heard nothing, and felt nothing. Suddenly, a wave of sorrow shot through his body.

He was transported to a strange, dark, street. Dirt rolled along with a strong wind. He looked about. The moon was full, and not a cloud dimpled the sky. A rustling to his left, made him turn.

Nothing.

He saw a blue streak out of the corner of his eye, and turned toward it.

Nothing.

A loud shriek emitted through the chilly night air. Vegeta moved his legs as fast as he could, toward the sound.

There, among the dense foliage was a creature with blue hair, glowing red eyes, and blood… blood dripping from it's chin.

Under it's slender leg, laid a body, with an expression of shock, and fear across his pale white face.

--End of Dream--

The rest was a blur. However, he knew it had to mean something. Something important… something to do with… her.

---Elsewhere--

"Come here, sweet." Whispered a low, seductive voice.

"What is it you'd like?" replied a raspy voice.

"You."

"With… pleasure."

Author's Note: Well, well, well. What do you think? I know it's been a while! Gomennasai (many sorries) ::bows:: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be out… soon hopefully.

Tune in next time for more: Embodiment of the Living Dead!