Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fright Night at Capsule Corporation ❯ That Slight Come Hither Stare.....It's Witchcraft! ( Chapter 6 )

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Greetings, once again, anime guys and gals!! First off, I want to say how really grateful I am to all who read and review! Everything is beginning to heat up quite nicely in the old story cauldron...(***double, double, boil and trouble***)and I hope you are enjoying it!

The mentioned history of Vlad Tepes and Vampyric legend was gleened from about 20 or 30 different areas on the web....I have compiled them in my own words for this story.....To all those historians on the Web....their research and information is appreciated and this author would like to acknowledge their hard work and efforts to educate the public.

The japanese word for witch is 'majo'...'Pinnappugaaru' is japanese for 'pinup girl'....for a good japanese<->english dictionary go to this site: http://linear.mv.com/cgi-bin/j-e/dict It's really good. To see an english word in japanese, simply highlight english and then follow the rest of the instructions! Good Luck!

In this installment, the plots are exposed just a bit more in regards to the ill-fated Yamcha. We begin to seek a dark, and compelling relationship brewing for Vegeta and Bulma.... Also, there will be a little more fluff in the background department provided...Disclaimer: Dragonball Z is not owned by me; it

belongs to Akira Toriyama, Viz Communications, FUNimation, TOEI Entertainment, etc. etc. etc. The title of segment six if from the popular song composed by Coleman and Leigh called 'Witchcraft'....give them the credit......Monique, Jason, Ursula, Dina, Devon <thats a girl name in this story line> and the Chief are mine to control as I will....Hope you all enjoy this next bit of fluff...

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And now (Finally, huh?) time for our story:


FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORP/THE HALLOWEEN PARTY.........

PART SIX: 'That Slight Come Hither Stare....It's Witchcraft!'* (song composed by Coleman and Leigh)


For almost a week now, Vegeta felt an overwhelming compulsion to return to the Brief's library. The pull was irresistable to find out even more about this human creature called Vlad Tepes and the bloodthirsty history that consumed his life. Vegeta found himself wanting to know even more of this dark, kindred spirit....to learn this creature's essence....but why? Like this Chikyuu Dragon Prince, he too was lonely....cursed to roam with no hope; banished from anything that remotely resembled contentment.

Vegeta drew his fingers along another row of spines, letting the dusty, pebbled-leather bump along his gloved hand. ~~ Ah, here we are, 'Blood and Royalty: Prince Dracul and Count Dracula' ~~. He opened the red-leather bound book with a slight creak, and skimmed down the page:

"It is known that Vlad Tepes (aka Vlad the Impaler) chose extremely violent and heinous methods of retribution for crimes by spearing his victims on massive iron spikes. He arranged these in various geometric patterns on the edges of his kingdom. Generally victims were impaled with the dull iron spikes, for sharp ones seem to hasten death due to the shock of the victim. Vlad wanted the deaths to be slow and agonizing; a lesson in living and dying. Most often these spikes were driven through any natural opening of the body, and exited from the mouth. Death came....eventually....in a few torturous hours and sometimes it took days. The height in which a victim was impaled indicated his rank of importance....the higher the impaled victim stood for the more important individual.

Very little is known about the early years of Prince Dracul's life; it is true he had a younger brother named Radu and that his early education was left to his mother, a Transylvanian noblewoman. His 'real' education began after his father succeeded in claiming the Wallachian throne by killing his Danesti rival.

One of young Vlad's first implemented 'object-lessons' to the 'disobedient' came shortly after his marriage to a princess around 1465. He and his new wife had made preparations to reside in the Wallachian palace. A royal captain followed a thief into Dracula's house. When Dracula discovered the intruders he killed the royal officer rather than the thief. When questioned about his actions by the king, Dracula answered that a gentleman does not enter the presence of a great ruler without an introduction....had the captain followed proper protocol, he would not have incurred the wrath of the prince."

Vegeta read a few more of the documented 'atrocities'; they seemed perfectly logical and well thought out. As royalty, he could appreciate Vlad Tepes' since of justice, order and ultimate demand of loyalty. He had a deep admiration for this Chikyuu Prince.

Vegeta skimmed further down to Vlad's attributed title as 'Father of Vampyres'. It seems a notable novelist penned a tome based on the accounts of Vlad Tepes, yet THIS Dark Prince was of the undead, feeding off the lifeblood of victims; cursed to wander in darkness and loneliness among the living for centuries. He was a lonely, hated creature; one of amazing strength and sensuality - one of nobility and traditions, yet one who was feared, hated and despised. The novelist stated that Dracula's essence could be summed up in the Count's own words, ****I have buried many friends and I am weary. I am
the last of my kind, descended from a conquering race. My family was its heart's blood, its brains, its swords. But the
warlike days are over.**** Yes, the 'Vampyre' spoke to the innermost parts of Vegeta........

It was about this time, that Bulma happened by her father's study, in route to inspect the preparations starting on the ballroom. Seeing an unfamiliar blur of white while walking past, she backed up to notice Vegeta deeply engrossed in a book...~~Odd that he would be here....I wonder....~~

Without even looking up Vegeta smirked, "Why do you find it odd that I am here, baka onna?"

He had sensed her, of course, and knew she would absolutely feel compelled to torture him....he was intrigued with the woman, however.....if she would just keep her damn mouth shut....

Not quite knowing how or why, Bulma gasped," I DO NOT torture you, bakayaro, and I can keep my mouth shut IF I wish!"

Vegeta jerked up from his book at that statement....How could she have picked up his thoughts? This lowly female was not Saiyan, unless......

"I don't know why I 'pick up your thoughts', as you say, and I am NOT a lowly female. I may not be Saiyan, but...."

Before Bulma could continue, Vegeta was in front of her in a flash, grabbing both her wrists in a deathgrip. His eyes burned into her with an unholy light.....anger?

"Let me go you kuso.....you're hurting me!!! she hissed through clenched teeth. Tears of pain and anger stung her eyes; yet she returned his gaze with a steely stare of her own, never one to back down from the challenge.

He loosened his grasp, only slightly. It was at this moment that Bulma leaned over and lay her head on his massive chest. Vegeta let go of those delicate little bones and unconsciously wrapped his arms around this soft thing....~~ahhh, I want to possess her....~~

At that very thought, Bulma placed a warm, gentle kiss on the soft skin just under his ear. His embrace tightened slightly, and unknown desire burned through his body, coursing through his veins like molten lava. Bulma entwined her tiny hands in Vegeta's hair...~~ so soft....wild....like he is...~~ and she pulled him down in a deep, passionate kiss. Time melted...dark possession swirled in their hearts and minds...Bulma's lips wandered down to the tender area by the hollow of his neck, and again, without really knowing why, she bit down...hard...drawing blood; her tongue lapped at the salty, metallic drops and drew them up in her mouth with sensual little kisses...Vegeta shivered, and his eyes shut tight...Bulma was performing more of the ancient ritual....did she know? How could she possible know?

*******GONG, GONG, GONG********




*******GONG, GONG, GONG********


Reluctantly Bulma pulled away, and whispered in his ear "Gomen nasai, luv...." and Vegeta knew that she meant it....her thoughts and her eyes spoke more than those pitiful, useless words she insisted on using......She slowly turned and left, agony in her heart......

When she opened the door, Bulma was greeted by a rather burly delivery man, "Miss Briefs, I apologize for the intrusion in your busy day, but I need your signature for the contents of this truck.....the decorators are beginning to unload everything into the ballroom already......"

"Yes, yes, let's be quick about this..." she snapped with a hasty, and impatient wave of her hand. Bulma was highly irritated at the interruption. The deliveryman looked a bit hurt, but quickly handed the clipboard to her without another word.

"I am sorry for my shortness....lack of sleep and this frenzy of preparation has me a little frazzled," she said with a weak smile. The delivery man brightened a bit at this and tipped his hat with his hand politely, before taking his leave. Bulma shut the door with a sharp click....In an exhausted move she leaned her forehead against the cool surface of the shut door....~~I need him....I must find him.....~~

Bulma quickly made her way back to the study, only to find Vegeta gone, and the red leather book lay opened on the green-velvet easy chair where he had been. With a melancholy sigh, she turned to go to the ballroom.....~~ Training, Dark Prince?~~

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"Hey Krillian, have you made up your mind who you're gonna be at this shindig of Bulma's?" Master Roshi squawked.

"Yep, but Bulma told us to keep all of our costumes a secret.....at midnight we're gonna reveal ourselves at her party!"

"I'm still tryin' to decide....I gotta couple of ideas....." Roshi replied.

"Awh, you'll do great Master Roshi....this is gonna be a blast of a party!!! We need this break....well, back to training!"
and with that the short little senshi extended out his palms, "KA...ME....HA....ME.......HA!!!!!" The wall of water that splashed Kame House was huge......

"Cool it, Krillian!!!! You just soaked a year's worth of 'The Pinnappugaaru Daily', dammit!!!"

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"Hey Dad! Piccolo's gonna finish training by that mountain peak, you know, the one about 30 miles from here? 'S it okay if I go with him? I gotta get stronger!"

"Okay by me son! Don't get separated from Piccolo, and follow his instructions," Goku smiled.....Gohan sure was a son to be proud of, "Hey, Piccolo, is that okay by you? If Gohan is in the way...."

"No, problem, Goku." Piccolo rumbled," Gohan's a good sparring partner....We will be gone until dark..."

"No problem, see you guys later!" Goku replied with a wave and a smile. He promptly started off for home, hunger and need of a shower calling to him.

Hey strode off toward the modest little, white-domed capsule home. It was surrounded by conventional additions constructed of wood, much like Kame House...only not that bright in color; peaceful enough for his small family.

He poked his head in the door, and called goodnaturedly,"Hey Chi-Chi? Is lunch ready?"

Chi-Chi was stirring what appeared to be a delicious soup, and Goku could smell the aroma of steak..."Yes, Mister, but not for you! First go get cleaned up.....Where's Gohan? Wasn't he with you and Piccolo?"

"They wanted to continue to spar a bit more, so I gave the go ahead. That way, when Gohan gets back, he will have all that out of his system and can concentrate on studies!" Goku figured if he added that in, peace would remain in the family.

"Well, I guess that's okay....let's just hope their careful!"

"They will be, Chi-Chi...." Goku said, snaking his arms around Chi-Chi's still slender waist; giving her a gentle hiss just under the ear..."Hmm, lunch smells real good...."

Chi-Chi smiled happily and just shooed Goku to the bathroom, "Go on....hurry up, it will be ready in just a few minutes! After lunch we'll be trying on those costumes for a fitting.....I want to make sure they fit properly."

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Vegeta had retreated to the solitude of the Gravity Room. "Level of gravity 410 times that of normal the planet surface...WARNING...gravity levels exceeds that of human tolerance", intoned the computer-generated female voice. He pushed off from the floor into flight, repelling off the different surfaces......the deployed attack drones began their assault. His ki blasts were deflected from one bot to the other in rapid fire succession.....Vegeta dodged these with a lightening pace. He trained at a frenzied pace, trying to rid himself of a haunting spectre....."SHIMATTA! GET OUT OF MY MIND!" ~~ Baka majo must have me under some kind of spell....~~


But the swirling visions of a phantom-beauty stuck in his mind like spiderwebs; beckoning to complete an ancient ritual.........

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"So Bulma, do you think it might be a good day to shop for our costumes? The basic routine has been worked out and I think we all have it down pretty well...." Devon spoke quietly.

"Uhmm, yeah, that sounds great Devon. We've been at it for an hour and a half....I need a break from this house anyway! Gotta blow these cobwebs out of my head!" grinned Bulma. The prospect of spending time with her new friends, along with the successn of their 'training' session, greatly brightened her mood from earlier in the day.

"Hey Bulma, babe, you handle that whip like a pro!! Sure you never used one before this?" joked Monique.

Bulma grinned evilly, "Nope, but all the incentive of this 'plan' has sure helped me learn quick!"

All the girls chuckled at this....Bulma sure was a card. At first, they felt a little intimidated, due to her wealth and prominence; most of 'those' kind of people were aloof. But Bulma had proved to be the complete opposite, to their pleasant surprise.

"Okay, gang, let's hit the stores!" she said.


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Bulma pushed the encapsulation button on her car, once everyone was out. Good thing Jason wasn't with them today; he would have never fit with all of them in her air-car. As it was there was barely enough to fit just the five girls. He wasn't able to make their 'training' session today because the Chief had called his monthly precinct meeting. Jason promised to be at the next training sessions, though, ready to do his part.

The shopping arena was packed, but finding the costume store was no problem. Once inside, the girls split and converged on the tiny shop like commandos on a tactical battle mission.

Monique was the first to find the costume of her dreams.....a green lame' halter top with a slick snake pattern, shiny and smooth in texture. With it were the matching little pair of briefs. "How about I come as a cobra?"

"Try it on first....I want to see how it looks with that red hair of yours," Bulma said.

After a few minutes, Monique emerged from the dressing room in the stunning outfit. It left little to the imagination when it came to the curves of her body. Her red hair added a sensual danger to the costume; and to top off the look, Monique found slick, patent-leather stilletto boots, in green, that reached thigh-high .

"The better to kick with, my dear!" she aped in a wicked witch voice." So, what do you think?" she said, with a wide grin on her face.

"It's PERFECT for you!" cried Bulma, " You look hot....okay everyone that's 'body armor' number one....four more to go..."

After a diligent search, Dina came up with a real shocker. She didn't say anything, but approached a dressing room, put on the outfit, and strutted out for the others to see....with the whistles coming from the men throughout the entire store, the girls turned and were shocked to say the least....

There stood Dina in a sequined Butterfly shaped bikini. Reds, oranges, golds, and blacks glittered in the store lights....
The top portion formed the wings over her chest, while the low-brief section formed the lower wings of the butterfly. Both sections were joined by a tiny connecting channel at her stomach; forming the butterfly.....It was breathtaking.....and considering the reactions of the male patrons, the girls agreed it was a winner.

Devon was the next winner, finding an exquisite costume. Hers was a bikini of black feathers; the top portion was feathered upward to cover her chest, while the bottom section of the brief area fanned down to her upper thighs. Peacock feathers of iridescent hues were peppered throughout the black feathers. There was a headress as well....two black wings formed a crown, joined together by a gold crest in the center. From the center of the crest three delicate peacock feathers arched upward....."How about a black swan?" was all she said.....Bulma promptly shot her the 'okay' sign...

Ursula found a sequined mother-of-pearl full-swimsuit style costume. Cutouts revealed the sides of her waist, and over this was a sheer, filmy baby doll top. On her head, was an elaborate cubic zirconium crown; as she turned around, she revealed that her shoulders held delicate white-feathered wings attached to the back of the swimsuit bodice...."I always said I was an angel" she giggled.

Bulma was the last to find hers....and it took a great deal of help from the other girls. They came upon one of the most expensive, and alluring costumes in the store. The body was a strapless full swimsuit style costume, constructed of creme black-velvet. A furry tail of the softest imaginable fur extended from the backside; there was also a simple headress - a headband of little black-velvet cat ears. Like Monique's costume, there were patent-leather, thigh-high boots with those dangerous stilletto heels which finished off the outfit perfectly, in black of course....After much begging, and pleading, Bulma tried on the outfit. She looked in the full length mirror and gasped. She actually looked pretty! She new she look pleasant, but never really thought of herself as 'pretty'. The bodysuit clung extremely tight to her curves; much more and it would look like the velvet was sprayed on....when she came out of the dressing room, the whooping and hollering of the girls made her blush furiously.....~~ guess this is a definite buy....~~

Next came the masks....Bulma settled on a black feathered Mardi Gras mask, with gold sequins outlining the eyes. Dina's was a butterfly mask, nothing but black sequins, that curved from the upper corners into black sequin antennes. Monique settled on a green feathered mask, much like Bulma's black one. Devon chose a black feather/peacock feather masked with gold sequin trim that matched her swan outfit.

"Thank Kami for charge accounts!" Bulma exhaled, as the walked outside.

"You ain't never lyin'! " chimed in Monique.

Everyone erupted in peels of laughter, as they sped away in Bulma's air car. With their 'army fatigues' in place, it was now just a matter of time........

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Bulma collapsed that evening out of utter exhaustion; the day HAD been quite a full one. She quickly stepped into the shower, and let the hot coursing water flush away some of the anxious feeling that kept nagging at her. She hurriedly stepped out, dried off, shrugged into a shorty flannel shirt, and readied herself for some much needed sleep. A drowsy though of Vegeta loomed in her mind....she hadn't seem him most of the day, except for the library......Oh! how she missed him; just the thought created a painful ache deep inside her soul....and there was this odd driving compulsion to complete something......what?......in a matter of minutes, she was in a deep sleep.

Vegeta felt her ache in his own heart, and he shuttered slightly at the pain. He was levitated outside her balcony. Silent as a fog, he drifted through the french doors, and stared at her turquoised-hair form. ~~ My soul aches as well.....do you know what it is you must do?~~ and with that unanswered question, he flew out into the darkness........

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Next time on FRIGHT NIGHT AT CAPSULE CORPORATION/A HALLOWEEN PARTY:

Final dress rehearsals, Vegeta assembles his 'costume', Bulma has a senshi meeting, and much more......