Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Eternity ❯ Who and What You Are ( Chapter 4 )

Author's Note: Junichi is Juunana which is 17 (or Jay in my other stories)…haha, he is one with many names.

 

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Chapter 3: Who and what you Are

 

Bulma walked down the empty cold halls of the old mansion, towards the basement that was her father's personal lab. Passing all the various pictures that hung on the wall and walking down the long, red carpet on the black marble floor. She took her time to take in the wonderful feeling of finally being home.

 

She smiled, seeing that nothing had changed at all since the time she left two centuries ago.

 

Opening a certain thick medal door, her eyes met the sight of various chemical powers, liquids, formulas, electrical devices, and various weapons that her father either made or was currently improving.

 

“Daddy?” Bulma called out, looking around the large room still not seeing her father anywhere. She knew he was in there, she had felt his ki. Sighing, Bulma picked up an old brown book before sitting down on the seat behind the large desk.

 

`An invisible shield that blocks sunlight? Why make these kinds of weapons' Her blue eyes widened with both interest and curiosity as she flipped through her father's brown notebook looking at all the formulas and drawings.

 

“They are new weapons for the up coming troubles. You've been having those dreams again, have you not?” Theodore asked quietly, watching Bulma's surprised expression.

 

“Did-” Bulma began but got cut off.

 

“Chichi didn't have to tell me.” Theodore sighed, “I'm your father, I know you better then you think.”

 

“Really?” Bulma laughed; a warm smile on her face as she made her way over to him.

 

Theodore took Bulma's hand and led her to the very back of the lab where there was another small room. Sitting his daughter down on the black leather sofa, he looked her in those deep blue eyes.

 

“You've been gone for quite some time.” He stated, almost in a tired voice. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

 

Bulma studied her father's features for a bit. True, she left partly because of what happened with Vegeta, but there was also another reason. One that she thought no one knew. Obviously her father was right when he said that he knew her better then she thought.

 

“I'm beginning to wonder just how much you do know.” Bulma said peevishly.

 

Theodore chuckled at his daughter, “All that a father should, I assure you. Now answer me, did you find what you were searching for?”

 

“Yes.” Was the signal reply, filled with regret, hesitation.

 

(Upper level of mansion)

 

“You've been with her for two centuries and you still hadn't rolled with her once?! That's sad man. Real sad.” Turles smirked, sniggering along with Kakkarote, Krillan, Tein, Brolly, and Junichi, Juu's twin brother.

 

Radditz frowned as he heard all his friends laughing at the joke just made. He ignored their laughs and simply crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance.

 

“That still doesn't give me enough reason not to beat the living crap out of you.” A deep voice snarled behind them.

 

All the laughing ceased immediately at the familiar voice that always held a note of harshness, demoniac and coldness. They all turned and bowed before the prince.

 

“Vegeta, the king is waiting inside.” Goku said as they all followed Vegeta to the heavy black door down the hall.

 

(Lab)

 

“So it is true that I'm half Hellsing.” Bulma sighed, letting out an air of tiredness. “What am I?”

 

“Your mother was a slayer. Her mother and father were killed when she was just a baby. Her older sister and her were separated during the attack, so she grew up without knowing who she really was and lived a normal life…until she met me.” Theodore smiled softly, thinking back now.

 

“And when you two met, both of you didn't know that she was a Hellsing?” Bulma asked, curiosity brightening her eyes. Her father barely ever talked about her mother expect saying that she had her mother's beauty, but that was it; no details or anything else.

 

“Neither of us knew. I didn't tell her I was a vampire until I found out she was pregnant. That following night after she found out, a few vampire hunters found her and told her real identity; that she was one of the descendants of the world's oldest most powerful vampire slayer.”

 

“Did she hate us when she found out?”

 

“No, she refused to join with the slayers even though they threatened to kill her and you.” Theodore smiled, “We ran and eventually the slayers tracked us down and killed your mother shortly after she gave birth to you.”

 

After all these years, she had always thought that her mother was a human that got impregnated by her father. With the consistent dreams that she had, she always knew that she was different from all the other vampires.

 

“You said that it has something to do with my dreams, what does that have to do with it?” Bulma asked shattering the silence.

 

“Your mother's blood comes from the one most powerful slayers in the world; they had special abilities, senses that are even more heightened then all the other slayers. One of the rare abilities that are passed down in her family is the ability to see all in dreams.” Theodore said, remembering all the `nightmares' that her daughter had all through her childhood. “Those dreams tell you about the past, present, and sometimes even the future. It shows you things that no one else knows.”

 

Bulma recalled all the horrible dreams that she had. Those pictures still vividly in her mind; she could still hear the shrill screams of women, men and children. She could still feel the fire licking against her flesh, burning her alive, the faces of many men and women as their cold eyes stare into her own, their cold laughter echoing through her mind clearly.

 

“Bulma?” Theodore said, anxiety edging into his eyes as he watched her expression turn blank and her eyes dull.

 

“I'm fine daddy.” Bulma smiled reassuringly. “I just-”

 

“Dr. Briefs?” A vampire interrupted, forming in front of them.

 

“What is it?” Theodore asked, frowning at the interruption.

 

“The main gates are being attacked!” The vampire said, nervously with a tint of worry in his voice.

 

Bulma and Theodore's eyes widened as they stood up in shock. Who would be stupid enough to attack from the front? It would be suicide for any creature, demon, slayer or werewolves to attack at the front gate. The mansion had the best weapons and guards guarding the gates.

 

(Front Gates)

 

Vegeta smirked as he licked the remaining blood off his lips, dropped the now dead slayer carelessly to the ground along with the many carcasses that lay on the ground.

 

In front of him were the few remaining werewolves and slayers that didn't know whether to attack or run. They had joined together, thinking that they could just barge in and kill the whole vampire race. `How pathetic of them.' Vegeta thought, laughing at the mere thought.

 

“Any brainless idiot would know better then to attack at the front gates at a vampire's home.” Turles chuckled amusedly at the victims, tearing the flesh off the werewolf that he had in his arms.

 

“Especially during the night.” Chichi laughed. She stepped on the carcass of a slayer as she walked out from behind Vegeta.

 

“I'm not afraid of you demons!” A thirteen-year-old girl said boldly, stepping out from behind a man. She had shoulder length chestnut colored hair, bright green eyes, and a cute small nose.

 

They all raised an amused eyebrow at her, hearing her determined voice. Juu smirked looking the little girl over. `This is going to be fun.' She thought, vanishing from behind Vegeta to behind the girl.

 

“Well you should be, little girl.” Chichi hissed, licking her lips at the thought of tasting her.

 

Chichi smirked widened, seeing that the girl was still unaware of Juu standing behind her. `A beginner, I should have known.'

 

The man that stood in front of the girl sensed Juu behind his sister. He quickly turned, just about the slam the silver stake into Juu but stopped when Juu grabbed the girl up and held her in front of him, one of her well manicured hands tightly around the girl's neck.

 

“I heard that little slayers have the sweetest of all bloods.” Juu said in a huskily tone, taking in the girl's sweet scent.

 

Juu could barely hold back the bloodlust that was threatening to spill over, her hand feeling the strong beating pulse of the girl's delicate neck.

 

“I guess I'll find out!” Juu hissed, her two teeth instantly shaper and longer. Just as she was about to sink her teeth in the soft, warm flesh of the girl's neck…the girl disappeared from within her arms.

 

Juu hissed in anger but her eyes widen when she saw whom it was that took her meal away.

 

“Bulma!” Chichi said, surprised along with everyone else.

 

Bulma gently placed the girl down on the ground away from the group of vampires as she turned to them.

 

“A little unfair to be picking on a mere child, don't you agree?” Bulma smiled warmly back at her friends.

 

“Bulma-” The man began but stopped when Bulma suddenly reappeared in front of him and pressed her finger softly against his lips, silencing him.

 

Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the way the man looked at Bulma. Resisting the urge to kill that man right here and now.

 

Bulma walked over to the two werewolves grabbing them ruthlessly by the neck, to the point of drawing blood with her nails digging into their flesh. Just as their heads were about to rip off from their bodies, Bulma loosened her grip just a little.

 

“Tell Silver to stay the fuck away from my father…” Bulma snarled, rage clouding over her blue eyes. “And the next time he sees me, it will be the last thing he sees.” With that she dropped them both to the ground as they scrambled up.

 

“Wait.” Bulma said, just as they were about to run off. A slow smirk spread across her face as she said slowly, “I only need one messenger.”

 

The vampires all watched in pure amusement when the wolves looked at each other in horror and started to run for their lives.

 

In one quickly movement, Bulma picked up a long stake and thew it towards the one that ran slowest, pinning it's now dead body perfect against a thick tree. Its head tilted to the side slightly, blood soaking the grass and roots.

 

Bulma turned to the man and the girl, quickly grabbing them both and vanishing without a trace leaving the rest of the vampires confused.

 

“What was that all about?” Goku asked confused.

 

“Looks like I won't be having that girl for dinner.” Juu pouted, she was so close.

 

“They knew Bulma.” Chichi said to herself, but everyone heard. “I wonder who they are.”

 

Vegeta frowned. He didn't like what he was seeing one bit. Unnoticed to everyone, he vanished too.

 

(Somewhere)

 

Bulma watched as the two figures stumbled back from her a little as they reappeared next to a small lake. Bulma watched the man and little girl before her. The man was well build and undeniably handsome with his strong jaw, toned skin, short dark brown hair and green eyes. The girl beside him, known as his sister had similar green eyes and chestnut colored hair.

 

It took Keiji a moment to realize that they were in a park. Frowning, he brushed his dark brown hair from his forehead and turned to look at Bulma only to find her looking straight back at him. And instantly he started to drown in her eyes like he always did when he looked in them.

 

“What are you two doing here?” Bulma frowned unhappily as she looked from Keiji to Keiko.

 

“We came here to tell you something, Bulma-san!” Keiko said excitedly jumping towards where Bulma stood. Her green eyes sparkled with happiness as she tried to get the news out.

 

“You know how dangerous it is here?” Bulma asked, raising her voice slightly. She didn't want them here; it was just too dangerous here. A war is about to start and she didn't want them to get caught in the middle of it all. “What the hell were you two thinking back there? Teaming up with the wolves and attacking the vampire base?! Are you to crazy? You could have gotten yourself killed!!!”

 

“But we wanted to see you,” Keiko's eyes watered, making Bulma's eyes soften a little as she crossed her arms over her chest.

 

“So what's so important that you had to come all the way from Japan to tell me?” Bulma sighed tiredly, kneeing down to Keiko's level. Glancing at Keiji's still form, he was just standing there looking at her as if trying to memorize every line on her face.

 

“You're a Hellsing too!” Keiko smiled happily, as if that was the answer to all the questions in the world.

 

“How did-“ Bulma's eyes widened slightly, shocked that they had found out. She had made sure that no one knew of what she found out when she was there.

 

“Our mother, who is your aunt, said that she had a sister long ago. That her sister married a vampire and bore him a child.” Keiko blurted out in one single breath, happy to explain. Her green eyes sparkling lively.

 

“That still doesn't explain what this has to do with me.” Bulma frowned, dreading the little girl's next few sentences but needed to know just how much they knew.

 

“You remember that night I spent at your apartment? How I accidentally walked in on you changing?” Keiko's sweet voice prompted eagerly, taking Bulma's hand into both of her small soft ones. “I saw the mark on your lower back. It's the mark of a Hellsing.”

 

Keiko's breath was heavy from excitement as she waited for Bulma's response.

 

Bulma looked from Keiko, up to Keiji then down and back again. Silence filled the air, as both Hellsing waited for her response.

 

“And how are you so sure that it's a Hellsing mark?” Bulma finally asked, studying the girl before her.

 

“It's the same as all of our marks.” Keiko's excited voice nearly shouted, proudly lifting the sleeves of her T-shirt up, she showed her upper arm for Bulma to see a mark that was identical to the one imprinted on her lower back. The only slight difference was the Keiko's was a darker shade of black then her own.

 

Bulma sighed, standing up. Looking at Keiji she was sure of what they had come for now; her.

 

“Come back with us, Bulma.” Keiji walked slowly up to Bulma, until his body was just merely inches from hers.

 

“Please come with us. I'm sure the clan will accept you as their own once they know of your heritage.” Keiko's small hand gripped onto Bulma's hopefully.

 

“I-“

 

“She's not going anywhere.” A deep voice interrupted her. Seemingly formed by the dark shadows of the night, Vegeta walked up from behind Bulma wrapping a strong arm possessively around her waist before pulling her back against him and away from the two Hellsing.

 

Something flashed cross Keiji's green eyes, too fast for Bulma to see. Keiko backed away from Vegeta's dominating presence until her back hit her brother's legs.

 

Vegeta narrowed his eyes seeing that Keiji wouldn't back down, his grip tightened around Bulma as if Keiji would take her from him.

 

“Go.” Bulma commanded the two slayers. Her unwavering blue eyes remained on both figures. “GO!” Slightly raising her voice when Keiji and Keiko hesitated.

 

Watching the two go Vegeta's form relaxed. Smirking he laid his chin on her shoulder, pulling her tighter to him.

 

“How much did you hear?” Bulma's frown wavered at the feeling of his body so close to hers, at the feel of his strong arms around her. Why was she never able to resist him?

 

“Enough to know what's going on.” Vegeta husky voice rumbled near her ears, causing as shiver to run down her spin.

 

Before she could drown herself in his warmth once more, she broke free of his hold. Walking a few feet away from him, she let out a sigh looking down at her red summer dress that reached to mid thigh.

 

“Listen Vegeta,” Bulma turned around, only to find Vegeta right behind her. His arms quickly went around her again, stopping her from jumping back at his nearness.

 

His pitch black eyes reflect amusement at her surprise.

 

“I don't want anyone to know about this.” Her perfectly carved features were set hard, her blue eyes trapping all his thoughts.

 

“Sure,” Vegeta replied simply. Too simple for Bulma's liking, especially with that smirk of his.

 

Author's Note: Ok, so Vegeta knows what's going on…well maybe part of what's going on. I wonder what he's up to now? ::slaps herself on the forhead:: That's right I already know what's going to happen! Don't have to wonder! Mahahahaa

 

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