Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ For Eternity ❯ Enemy or Rival? ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note: Sorry sorry sorry, I know…shame on me for not updating but me and my beta-reader have been too caught up with life to have time to update!!! So here you go…hope that this chapter makes you all happy!

 

Thanks to all the reviewers! Sorry too lazy to write for this chapter, and I just wanted to get this out.

 

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Chapter 4: Enemy or Rival?

 

4:25am

 

She opened the front doors to the thousand-year-old Victorian mansion. Her deep blue eyes scanned the brilliant white marble floors, the great chandelier that hung from the high ceilings, and grand staircase. Closing the heavy double doors behind her she leaned against them as if trying to regain her strength.

 

“You don't deserve him…” A low voice hissed viciously, close but far from where she stood.

 

Bulma's eyes snapped open, finding Abigail standing not far from her. Half her form was hidden by the shadows of the early morning.

 

“Fuck off Abigail.” Bulma growled back, not in the mood to deal with her now. Pushing herself off of the door, she brushed coolly past the older vampire.

 

“You don't deserve him you never did.” The dark violet haired woman's bitter voice stopped Bulma.

 

“When will you give up? We both know he doesn't find any interest in you.” Bulma asked, not turning around.

 

“He did once.” Was the smooth reply, making Bulma stiffen.

 

Bulma frowned; it was true that she and Abigail never got along. Abigail had hated her from the very beginning. And as much as she hated to admit it, she also hated Abigail for the pure reason that Abigail and Vegeta were once together. Of course it was nothing as special as what she and Vegeta had, but still…Abigail and Vegeta were together at one point of time. And that's all the reason she needed to hate the woman.

 

“…and he will again.”

 

Bulma snarled at the last sentence that came from the woman. Turning around she found her nemesis gone.

 

Left at the bottom of the cold marble steps, Bulma stood pondering what Abigail might possibly be planning when the presence of another woke her.

 

Lifting her head she met the eyes of Kakkarote, or Goku as she had always referred to him as.

 

“Bulma,” Goku smiled walking up to her.

 

“Son-kun” She smiled brightly back in return, giving him a short friendly hug in which he returned.

 

Pulling back he studied her face before advising “Don't let her get you down.”

 

Bulma narrowed her blue eyes at the man, “Just how long have you been standing there?”

 

A sheepish grin crept across his face, making it hard for her to hold her glare. “N-not that long???”

 

Bulma couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head at her best friend's familiar behavior. “Can't a woman have any privacy around here?”

 

“Aw, come on blue. We were just worried about you.”

 

Bulma stopped mid step on the stairs, “We?!…wait don't even bother answering that.” She growled, stomping the rest of the way up.

 

(Apartment in Los Anglos)

4:25am

 

Keiji sighed softly to himself as he looked down at his sleeping little sister. The thirteen-year-old girl had fallen asleep right after coming home from her nightly training.

 

Now that their mother was dead, the only pure blood Hellsing were him and Keiko.

 

Closing the bedroom door behind him, he ran a hand through his dark brown hair, another sigh escape. His mind kept running back to earlier that night. He had no doubt that the man that held Bulma so intimately was someone of importance. Just the way that man stood and the aurora around him, told him that he was one of the most powerful vampires around.

 

A streak of jealousy ran through him, remembering the look of…want- no…need….that so strongly crossed Bulma's face, even if it was just for a mere second as that man held her.

 

Moving to his computer, a message popped up on his screen telling him he had new email.

 

Reading the message, his lips pressed themselves in a thin line, his jaws tight and green eyes focused on the new mail.

 

(Mansion)

5:05am

 

“So what have you guys been up to while I was a way?” Bulma smiled, lifting a perfect blue brow up.

 

Chichi, Juu and her were all sitting comfortably on the sofa in her room. The only light coming from the fire from the fireplace. Blinds and drapes from the window drawn together tightly, concealing any light.

 

“Oh, you know the usual.” Chichi replied flippantly, “Juu broke up with Krillan for Brolly, then they got back together-“

 

“How is that something usual?” Juu glared at Chichi.

 

“Junichi is still infatuated with you, though still in denial about that.” Chichi continued, choosing to ignore Juu's glare.

 

“True that.” Juu seconded, seeing the expression on Bulma's face at the mention of her twin brother.

 

“He's not infatuated with me.” Bulma defended him, or herself. In the past, she and Junichi were a hairs inch away from dating. But somehow she ended up with Vegeta.

 

Chichi and Juu just smiled at Bulma's predicable reaction to this information.

 

“Tell me what you know about the war.” Bulma demanded, catching both their attention at the sudden seriousness.

 

“Everyone calls it The Apocalypse,” Chichi began, usually warm brown eyes void of any emotions. “There will be a war between werewolves, slayers and vampires all together.”

 

“It was prophesized that this war would lead to the extinction of werewolves. But the extinction between the vampires and slayers are still unclear.” Juu said gravely.

 

“And by slayers, you mean the Hellsing clan?” Bulma ask nonchalantly, already knowing the answer.

 

“Of course,” Chichi almost smiled, “You wouldn't think that the world's strongest hunters wouldn't be involved in this would you?”

 

“But not only the Hellsing, it's also every slayer out there; strong and weak will band together.” Juu focused her ice blue eyes on Bulma, trying to read something from her stone features.

 

“You both sound so sure about this.” Bulma stated quietly.

 

“That's just the thing!” Chichi exclaimed in a low excited voice. “Don't you feel it? That pull inside you, the need to be together with your own race. I bet that's what pulled you to come back sooner then you expected yourself to. That pull inside you that told you it was time to come back, to join us.”

 

“That same feeling of need to band together is among the slayers and werewolves too.” Juu still had her eyes focused on Bulma, unwavering. “They're gathering somewhere, slowly…quietly. They can feel it too, they're preparing for it too.”

 

`Is that why Keiji came all this way to L.A.? They must have felt it too, and they want me to join them even though I'm only half Hellsing.' Bulma thought, watching the fire.

 

Silence filled the room. Chichi and Juu both got up, recognizing the look on Bulma's face; she's going to spend a lot of time thinking.

 

“Where are you going?” A confused expression crossed Bulma's face.

 

“We don't need you to spell it out for us.” Juu threw a warm smile at her before walking out.

 

“It's great to have you back here, Bulma. We missed you.” Chichi said softly before walking out too, leaving a soft smile on Bulma's face.

 

(Skyscraper)

5:35am

 

“That same feeling of need to band together is among the slayers and werewolves too.”

 

Bulma closed her eyes briefly, as if soaking up Juu's words.

 

Bulma stared out at the horizon, 22579 stories above the ground she sat, on top of a skyscraper overlooking the city lights.

 

Her bare feet dangling at the edge, her hair whipped softly by the wind. This was one of her most favorite places to think. No one was able to see her up here, unless they used binoculars.

 

In her mind, she knew that a war was going to happen. That was the only possible explanation for her dreams to come back so strongly aswell. She frowned, knowing that she wouldn't be able to have peaceful rest for a long while….or at least until everything was over.

 

`If it's true about the pull or feeling to band together among all the species….then shouldn't I feel a pull to be with slayers also since I'm half Hellsing?' Bulma racked a hand through her long hair that flowed freely against the wind to her mid back. What was she? Where did she belong?

 

“You belong with me. You always did…you always will.” A deep voice murmured behind her. Strong, confident, yet underneath she detected a coaxing tone.

 

She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. His voice was already forever carved in her brain, at times harsh and cold, but others comforting and warm.

 

“I told you not to read my mind.” Bulma frowned, irritation in her voice as she held up her mental shield.

 

“I don't need to read your mind to know what you're thinking, Onna.” His lips inches away from her ear, feeling both of his arms on both sides of her stopping her from moving away, unless she choose to jump off the 22579 story high building. Their bodies close, but not touching.

 

“Is that so?” Bulma questioned never taking her eyes off of the scenery, the lights. “What am I thinking about now?”

 

“Your precious humans.” Vegeta stated without a second thought, he didn't need to look at her or read her mind to know. Whenever she came here, it was almost always about the same subject.

 

Slightly impressed, Bulma leaned back into his strong chest surprising Vegeta in the process.

 

Vegeta glanced down at the blue haired beauty; her wind blown hair tickling his neck and chest as he gladly wrapped his arms around her slim form. She only seemed to grow more beautiful since the last time he saw her.

 

“Your precious humans?” Bulma mocked, “They're the source of our food, if you haven't forgotten.”

 

“Yes, pitiful weak creatures they are.” Vegeta said in a disgusted tone, as he too looked out at the lights. “And you even bother to socialize with them, and heal these disease ridden creatures.”

 

“That was centuries ago.” She glanced up. “The amount of disease that they carry would have wiped out 97 percent of their population within the next two centuries. There would have been no survivors able to handle AIDs, Ebola, SARS, and cancer.”

 

“Even though you ended those diseases, those filthy creatures will always find some other way to carry a new one.”

 

“If you haven't figured it out yet, I did just save all your asses from extinction. Surly you must know that we need their blood. And I'll be damned if I have to drink the sour, bitter blood of a disease ridden person.”

 

“So you were doing it for yourself.” Vegeta chuckled, “And the foolish humans even made a national holiday in your name.”

 

“You know damn well I didn't do it for myself.” Bulma growled softly, then huffed. “Besides, it's how it should be; me being praised and worshiped.” She said saucily.

 

“Then be my queen.” Vegeta's deep voice stated. Planting a kiss on her neck, coaxing her as he had been doing for years. “I will make every living creature bow down before you. Everything I have will be yours.”

 

The smile disappeared from her face as she looked back out at the scenery. He was yet again offering her the world, and she yet again didn't make any movement of acceptance or rejection.

 

Slipping out of his arms like liquid, he frowned at the loss of her presence, her essences leaving him already.

 

Turning around, she fixed her blue eyes on him for the first time the whole time they were here.

 

“I think you should remember one thing next time you decide to offer that to me again.” Bulma said firmly, “I'm part Hellsing.”

 

Before he could reply, she vanished.

 

5:56am

 

Junichi, Raddize, Turles, Goku, and Brolly watched as Vegeta stormed into the training room with them.

 

Ignoring them all, Vegeta ripped off his black leather jacket and started his work out.

 

“Looks like Blue didn't accept his offer to be queen, yet again.” Brolly grinned shaking his head at their prince's frustration.

 

“You know, I'm starting to get the feeling that she's never going to accept.” Turles whispered thoughtfully. “If it had been any other female, they would have jumped at the chance.”

 

“But she's not just any other female.” Junichi spoke, glancing at Vegeta who hadn't shown any sign of stopping. “Besides, something this serious; she definitely shouldn't rush into.”

 

The four men sent a disapproving look at Junichi who held an expressionless face, knowing full well that the man was still not over Bulma.

 

“I got a feeling Blue's going to finally accept really soon.” Goku said quietly after a moment. He directed the statement to two particular men in the group. He truly hoped that those two men weren't stupid enough to attempt to take what belonged to the prince of the vampire race.

 

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