Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Embodiment of the Living Dead ❯ findings ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Author's Note: I have returned from the dead! W00t! I would like to thank Camaro for pushing me to get this chapter done; thanks sweets! I apologize for the lateness of this, however, I restarted my computer (twice), and thought I backed up all my files, yet did not. Sorry about that. Haha ;;; dummy Anyway, enjoy!

Embodiment of the Living Dead

By: Vegeta's Blue-Haired Angel

Chapter 2:

Silence penetrated the room, as a figure moved against its restraints. A scream pierced through the air, for no one to hear; not that anyone was listening anyway. Opening its eyes, the blood red anger that filled the dark orbs was intense and vengeful. Taking shorter breaths that figure looked wildly about, hearing a creak in the darkest corner of the room.

A rushing sound was made, and a voice whispered into it's captive's ears, before viciously biting into it's neck, and taking both blood and soul.

The fierce wind cut through his black mane, as he rode towards the city of Nakagagi. The smell of damp earth filled his nostrils. He was deaf to the world, reliving the nightmares of his past as he galloped into the darker days that loomed ahead.

It was a day just like this, the last day she had been his, before viciously ripped away. When he returned to the castle he found she was distant, somehow. She wouldn't respond to his teasing. She simply turned, and shrugged her delicate shoulders before slipping out of the chamber. When he lay next to her at night, he could hear her fitful breath, escaping her lungs in raspy hisses.

He noticed that she would intake a minimal amount of food, and would flinch every time she put a spoon of soup to her mouth, as though she knew she was drinking poison. He should have put the pieces together, yet he blindly went about his business, not wanting to admit to himself that she might leave him. No, no one could ever leave him, no one would dare. Unfortunately, she had, and not two days before their wedding day. All she left was a note, giving him a very vague explanation as to her madness.

…I have become the one thing you hate most…

The blackened shapes of buildings became visible in the distance, growing large with every gallop from his horse. He shuddered.

“A foreboding twinge seems to have run through me, my darling. A figure that threatens everything I have worked for. Go to him, and destroy him.”

“Yes master,” a female with long, glossy, black hair bowed; she swept out of the room.

“Don't worry, my pet,” the man said, stroking the soft blue hair of the women lying at his feet, “No one can take you from me.” The woman looked up at him, her blue eyes twinkling with someone foreign; something the man had not yet seen. A pang of suspicion washed over him. He narrowed his eyes at her, and brought her to his lap.

“What are you pondering?” he questioned, as he arched one fine eyebrow. She simple stared at him, lowering her gaze. He was about to speak again when her lips descended upon his neck. He closed his eyes, allowing her freedom to do as she pleased.

Vegeta had arrived in Nakagagi, and had been walking about the town for an hour or so. He decided that he would talk to Raditz later, he just wanted to check out the local area, just in case there was some supernatural event that may occur.

The sun was going down, and he felt a chill in the air. Vegeta narrowed his eyes in the direction of a secluded park.

Should probably check in there. Seems like a good place to catch a wandering soul, discreetly.

He headed for the park, passing a couple kissing on the bench. Both of their faces were buried against each other.

As he passed the woman looked up, the lingering specs of blood tracing down her chin. She quietly deposited of the man's dead body, and followed the dark stranger that very foolishly entered the park.

That must be him. Master will be pleased when I bring his head! She laughed, and silently scurried into the shadows of the dense trees, disappearing among the shadows.

Vegeta shivered as an angry cold wind blew past him. It was becoming colder, fast, especially for this time of year. He only knew that feeling too well, having experienced it many times in the past.

He turned quick enough to block the full power of a blow that came ferociously his way. He fell to the ground, but got up quickly, looking about wildly, for the attacker had disappeared.

Suddenly he felt wind ruffling the back of his head. He turned around, and clamped down on the first thing his hand came in contact with. The creature sputtered as her throat was caught in the vice grip of Vegeta's hand.

She stared wide-eyed at him. “Who sent you? Where is your master?!” he demanded. She gurgled out an answer, knitting her brows together.

She swiped at his hand, creating cuts from her sharp nails. Vegeta quickly pulled something out of his pocket. It was a small vile, full of clear liquid. The creature's eyes widened, and instead of trying to attack him, she struggled to escape him.

“Answer me!” he ordered, loosening the grip on her neck a little bit.

“Never!” she hissed. He shook her a little bit, before she relented. She chocked out the story of her master, and his whereabouts.

“Now, free me!” she hissed, her eyes widening as he smirked darkly at her.

“Alright.” He answered, throwing the liquid on her. She hissed, and sizzled. He released her, and let her drop to the ground, watching as she literally dissolved on the ground before her.

Vegeta set his sight on the sun set, determined to go any length to retrieve his precious jewel.

See you in Chapter 3! 3 VBHA