Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Resident Evil: DBZ Style ❯ Strange Days... ( Chapter 2 )

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A/N: (Just to let you know I'm basing this story on the video game, not really on the movie, because the game is more detailed. I will gradually put in the zombie stuff, however it will be original material not basing it on the movie or game, those will be used as references. WARNING: Graphic situations in this chapter, like gore, and violence

Resident Evil DBZ Style:

Part 2
Strange Days

Bulma and Vegeta gawk at each other in perplexing astonishment, "What the heck was that?" Bulma inquired.

Vegeta glared at her, " You're asking me, I don't know you fool, why are asking me anyway?" he said irritated, with a nasty scowl on his face.

Bulma huffed offended by his awful tone, " You always act as if you know it all, and besides I was simply thinking out loud! You should know geniuses like me tend to do that, yes it's part of our erudite highly developed urbane knowledgeable nature," she stated arrogantly with her head held high; Vegeta tightened his eyes in anger.

" Well, now if you had your fun go about your merry way, and let me be," Vegeta said abruptly moving toward the C.C building.

Bulma hauled him back, "No, you go and check it out!" she ordered like a stubborn princess.

" You're mad; you are getting mighty comfortable around me, you talk to me as if we're friends, or something of that disgusting nature don't you know I could snap your fragile neck like a twig!" said Vegeta threateningly, tower over her robustly.

" Oh, shut up! I could use my highly advanced super laser and fry you into a burnt vegetable! Now unless you want me to shoot you I suggest you go take a look, or are you afraid!" probed Bulma challengingly. "That's it isn't it you're afraid, big bad ass Vegeta afraid huh!?" Well, this is very interesting haha!" she laughed not noticing a vain popping out of Vegeta's head.

" Stupid girl," muttered Vegeta. Bulma had stopped laughing suddenly, and glared evil daggers at him.

" What?" she asked properly.

" Silence pest, I can't go and check it out, reason being I'm unable to sense where the energy source originated. It's gone leaving no trace of its wake." He said with somber earnest expression.

Bulma just looked stupefied. "Oh… well since I'm an virtuoso exceptionally gifted innovative genius, oozing with grandeur of everything, I'm so divine. I'll just have to go by myself, you crybaby chicken shit!" said verbal abusive Bulma.

Vegeta just growled. "Vulgar foul-mouthed creature, suit yourself, harpy from hell! I have more important things to attend to!" he said pissed, he didn't like her rotten attitude.
" Like what?" she challenged with a sarcastic tone knowing what his response would be.

Vegeta snapped his head back to look at her "Train!" he and Bulma responded at the same time, which made him scowl, and shot Bulma a vicious spiteful glare.

Vegeta said nothing, and changed his course started to walk toward the gravity trainer. Bulma was pushing her luck with him, he was known to kill for less; her verbal banter was inexcusable. He chose to leave because if he didn't he was going to shove her in the garbage dump.

)))) "Hey, Vegeta Please, Wait!" ((((Shouted a worried Bulma, she ran up to him grabbing his well-developed brawny strapping arm, hanging on for dear-life.
" Argh, this is ridiculous! What do you want now Baka?" he said very annoyed, shaking her off his beefy arm.

" You're not letting me go by myself are you?" said a nervous Bulma making puppy dog eyes, swinging back and forth in the air, he was still trying to shake.

Vegeta was not buying the conniving innocent act; he knew he had the brat right where he wanted her, he chuckled, "Oh I see the genius harpy is afraid this is highly amusing, funny I think the roles have reversed" he mocked critically.

Bulma glared fiercely then pinched his arm," Forget it then ass wipe! I can see you were taught by stupid barbaric animals, and wouldn't know how to treat a sexy biological mechanical scholarly genius extraordinaire like me, besides, I've got a hot hunkilicious date tonight, and guess what you don't!" she said sticking her tongue out, and walking back in the house.

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Vegeta was shocked at the audacity of this woman, first, she orders him around insults him then she has the audaciousness to pinch him! "Who does that cheeky demon think she is, she's got some nerve!" he said stubbornly.

Vegeta turned to go back to the gravity trainer. Still something dreadful was in the air, a rotting smell. It was an antediluvian decaying defiled sullied distinct sting in the air, keen to intuit; Vegeta knew of this horrific distasteful smell all too well… the smell of the dead. Nostalgia filled his lungs eager for the blood thirst he once embellished in, he sniffed out; the dead brought back old indulging memories… well not too old.

Notwithstanding it has been relatively long since he has maimed someone in battle to death… in a sadistic way he missed the dark reeking stench of murderous blood, as brutal as it sounds it was Vegeta's nature to be a bloodthirsty hound. He shook his head to clear the bloody temptation; he had a goal to reach. He felt it wasn't his concern with oddities he sensed; he didn't give a damn about the earth or its inhabitants, and went on his way.

He stopped his dissention, he discerned, getting the impression of moisture in the air, the precipitation of rainfall, additionally that was very peculiar. The sky was clear, as blue as the ocean, not a single cloud in the sky. He looked in the direction of inundation of watery stench, the smell was so strong it made no sense what so ever, deluge of water clouding his sensory he sniffed. Looking in the distance, he could see electrical clouds cumulating vastly; growing more intense by the second; this was undeniably bizarre.

He has never seen anything like remotely like it, that the cloudburst would develop so fast and fierce to boot, this was heading in severe proportions, a electrical storm absolutely not good for his training, well he decided to make the best of it and train in the heavy rainfall. He flew toward the mass of rain in the northern hemisphere; oddly, this was the same direction that foreboding energy came from…

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Bulma was getting dressed for her date tonight; she was not happy though, her and Vegeta were constantly fighting. It's been a few hours since see saw that jerk, he needed to apologize to her; she was sick of supporting that lowlife shameless opportunist, such dirty saiyan.

All he did was eat, train, barked demands, fart and sleep! He was dirty, filthy when it came to training, saying it was a man's scent. My ass, he stunk from all that training leaving piles of dirty dishes for her… ahem I mean her parent's animals to clean. (Honestly, did you think they kept those animals around for fun? … No, they were slaves lol just kidding.)

She realized they were just as sloppy as Vegeta, however it was their house and he was a freeloader eating their food not paying or earning a dime, and he calls himself prideful! Stupid man thinks that prince status works on earth… somebody needs to set him straight! He needs a job! Bulma ripped her dress in anger, she blushed from anger, Vegeta was costing her too much time and money, and this dress was ruined because of him! She figured she could work with what she had, dress like Cristina Agulara … no, then people would think she was a tramp…. Brittany spears… bad idea… she threw the dress on the bed. Then she went sat down in her vanity room, catered to her feminine needs.

*It was weird earlier today, that black out was not usual… I felt something terrible from it … I don't know what… wait… I can't sense anything! Better still, my woman's intuition tells me something is dubiously suspicious. *

Bulma started humming to clear her head from unhappy thoughts while trying to do her hair; as she was blow-drying it the electricity went out, she growled in frustration. She didn't have time for this shit; she had a date tonight grr. "Damn it dad stop messing with the power!" she yelled accusing her father of her dilemma.

Bulma was about to get up and go check the circuit breakers, just as soon as she got up the electricity had been restored. That was weird… what is going on with the power supply, the generator never cuts of like that hmn… and it wasn't dad he would have made some sort of excuse for getting me upset?

" Oh who cares, I can deal with this matter later, " she said aloud looking herself over in the mirror.
Bulma winked and blew a kiss in the mirror, she twirled around and opened her eyes wanting to see the eye candy she knew she was; she did so, and shrieked back in fear. It was quick, a glimpse of a terrifying image that was not her own image, a frightening glance… she saw something in the mirror… it wasn't her reflection. She looked again and their was nothing there, was she hallucinating, yes, she had to be it! What she saw was only to be seen in an unimaginable nightmare, she giggled nervously. She reasoned it was her stressful day that made her see the gory imaging, she begun to relax… then she jumped up in panic, as she heard the doorbell then she screamed bloody-murder.

"Ahhh… he's early! I'm not ready damn it, well at least he's punctual " she thought on the bright side, frantically reconstructing her appearance, assembling her torn outfit. She shrugged, her nerves were getting to her; she needed to get out! This stuff with Yamcha was incommoding her; she looks out the window and sees rain… weird, the meteorologist said the forecast was going to great weather, no chance of precipitation. Bulma settled down for a minute, she looked gravely at the electrical storm, it was dark and ominous… this was no an ordinary storm. She turned on the news…
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Down stairs…

Vegeta was just coming out the shower wrapped in only a towel. He trained out in that storm for hours and it did nothing for him but get him drenched, sopping with salty water. He could hear the door bell ringing he wasn't going to answer it, however on the devious side he thought it would be interesting to see the look on her date's face if he were to answer the door half naked, like he is. He chortled quietly, and decided to answer it hiding his deceitful smirk.
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Vegeta walked up to the door, he frowned because it was the weakling Yamcha.

"Hey Vegeta, I really need to speak with Bulma… I have something I need to tell her!"

Vegeta thought that was strange wasn't she about to go out with him, he could talk to her, and perhaps he was here to cancel their date.

"I thought you were going out with Bulma tonight?" asked Vegeta.

Yamcha looked confused "Huh we didn't have plans tonight!" he said alarmed, but then thought better of it; Vegeta was an alien he would not understand human love affairs, or so he thought.

Vegeta was roaring with laughter on the inside. * Oh, this is going to be good the woman is cheating on him I could tell her that he's here… but I won't, haha I can't wait until her pathetic date arrives this is too good to be true! Haha, whose laughing now princess * He thought with a devious glee.

Yamcha just stared "Vegeta you okay?" he looked at Vegeta's blank face *boy he is weird* he thought getting unnerved by the silence "I'll just go up and see her." he suggested and started to walk up the stairs until he was stopped by Vegeta in a soaked towel.

I wouldn't do that if I were you Kakarot's groupie, she'll be done in about a half an hour or so, so sit down. It's not a request. " He ordered sternly; Yamcha got the picture and sat in the living room watching TV, he was watching an exercising program.

This is my revenge woman nobody tells me what to do… well with the exception of you, Bulma except you this works out perfect for me, just a deceitful way of saying I win. * He thought with a sly smile.

Back in the lab room the strange device obtained by Dr.Breifs was registering off the hook, the negative waves plastered on the chart, sporadically jotting down the bizarre readings, it going was berserk. Alone in the dark room it seems as if the device was trying to warn as if stating a unusual occurrence is in the workings, yet no one seems to notice its wails and steady it beeped an accurate acute sound that clearly indicating danger.
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Nikki Town: A transient type person trekked through the rain, running across the ghost like streets. The vagabond looking for a place to rest, it was dark and cold out. He spotted a restaurant fully lit; he figured his best way to get some warmth was to go inside. He most certainly would be kick out, but he was fairly assured that he would at least get something to eat. He would use his dirty old scheming crafty fraud.

He knew that the towns folks were disgusted by the poverty -stricken people of that area, all he would have to do was bribe them, he would leave if they gave him food or money. He spied veiled shrouded in the slick dark murky recesses of the alleyway, deluged in torrent driving rain; he stalked the restaurant from the darken crevasses to see what he was up against. Oddly, he saw no one was inside… at least not at his vantage point. This was not good, the less people the less chance he would have to get something to eat, it was strange even more so the fact usually at this time of night the place was packing with customers.

He crouched low, his stomach started to growl with ravenous pain, he was starving. He smelt the stake aroma coming from the bistro; so juicy and tender, mouth wateringly well done, toned in with a fine tooth comb. All the right spices, paprika, tangy garlic, delicious savoring sautéed onions, green peppers topped with A1 sauce, marinated in red wine; creamy mashed buttery black peppered potatoes, hot steamy tender margarine vegetables, soft lightly toasted buttered rolls, and nice Chianti to the accompany the wonderful meal. He became even more ravenous by the tempting sweet aroma; he dashed toward the restaurant immediately.

He ran across the slick wet street as rain poured down, beading on his worn raincoat, hardly repelling any of the rain, seeping through the holes. He licked his lips with savoring anticipation. He burst through the doors, feeling the warmness of the bistro, hot food all around. He looked around to see who was going to stop him this time.

No one was in the restaurant, however the food was lying almost sinfully on the tables. He ran over to nicely full course meals, and didn't hesitate to indulge himself with the glorious repast. He was in heaven, no one was here to stop him from devouring the scrumptious meals; he ate starving knowing this could be his last great meal he would ever have. He stuffed his wet pockets with food. He ate sloppily devouring the hot juicy goods. He cried in joy food clamminess of food sliding sloppily down his wet rosy cheeks. The heat from the food warming him immensely, his nose draining with moisture, but didn't care this was the best day of his life!

He ran to table to table eating and stealing the food by stuffing the mess in his pockets, making a complete repulsive mess of himself. After some time he began to wonder where everyone was, it started to feel a little weird. It was too quiet; he quickly filled his pockets until they were full; he being a barefaced unashamed opportunist went for the cash register, what vagrant you know isn't greedy. Stealing all the cash from the smashed register the vagabond was ready to leave, this place was just too spooky. But, the greedy vagrant wanted more, so he decided to go deep in the kitchen, and take some carry outs.

Back behind the counter, back where preparation were held he begun his stealing spree, grabbing carryout bags, and filling it up animal protein (meat), frozen provisions, rations to survive, but indulgencing in the fine cuisine that stood out.

This was unbelievable streak of luck, for some inexplicable reason no authority was there to stop him, must be an emergency town meeting. That was even more perfect; he could make his escape from the town unhindered by ruthless prosecution. He was moving hastily, gorging stuffing the bags so he could flee, he slipped up clumsily and dropped a package.

He growled annoyed by his overexcitement, he bent down to retrieve the goods, all his cash he gathered fell out making a panicking mess. He had to hurry if he was going to get away with this, he got on all floors frantically gathering all the pilfered possessions, such commodities were hard to come by. Stretching his arms vast and wide to recapture his acquired merchandise. Putting everything into a huge garbage bag that he had on hand, he was an experienced thief it was always good to have such things on hand, anyway throwing everything in the bag in a panic, grabbing what ever was in front of him.

He stopped unnerved by the next object he had obtained in his hand. A blood soaked doll, a child's playing doll, why would it be back here, he wondered and stained in blood. This was a kitchen, and the blood most likely came from raw blood marinated meat; he snapped out of his stupor and threw the doll in the distance, not noticing it didn't make a sound, nothing, it should have made a noise. Silence filled the air as the beggar occupied himself with his indulgences.

…. He started to get paranoid, sounds of a ticking clock ringed in his ears, he was certain he was having a Vietnam flash back, so annoying that meant he was having a panic attack. He shook his head clearing his distraction, and finally filled up the bag. He heard a noise in the back, a weird sound like a slithering snake. His heart began to pound with anxiety, he was getting edgy, he decided to get the hell out of there, nerves of caught plagued him into hallucinations. He whimpered as he heard another loud noise, a bang, very sharp clatter near his ears, an unseen force an apparition floating around causing anarchy. He was getting scared, and dropped his bang.

"Whose there… please don't call the police? I was just leaving, I swear I wasn't going to take anything!" he pleaded to thin air. He looked around nervous hearing uncanny sounds from all around, he started to sweat. Clocks ticking, water droplets spouting from the drain. He begged, "Stop! Please, I promise I won't steal again, just show yourself!" he cried.

Drip, drip, drip

"Stop it!" he begged.

Drip, splat, splat, splat! The reverberation of droplets echoed in his ears.

His eyes opened wide as he felt something dripping on his face, he panicked aghast from the sudden globule sensation. He wiped whatever was on his face off; that was the last straw, he grabbed the garbage bag and proceeded to flee. Noises in the background intensified to the tenth power, it seemed as if the world behind him was in fact hunting him.

He being in very bad shape, poor health, overly weighted made his journey to escape reckless; he fell petrified to the floor spilling all the contents in his bag. He braced himself for the fall, closing his eyes tightly. He slammed into the ground shattering one knee, he bemoaned in pain, clenching his eyes tight. He clenched his jaws in reaction; he opened his eyes slowly, he gasped. He jumped back horror-struck against the counter; he clasped his knee to ease the suffering.

He looked up again; he looked all around frantically. He saw something flash when first opened his eyes, an instant flash of exposed fleshy burgundy tissue only the interior muscles appeared. He reflected mentally in hindsight, using his military wits he slowly drawn up the previous imaging, remembering what he saw. He saw a flash of pink, he classified it as inner pink tissue on the outer shell, skinless; A malformed bowed misshapen creature with no eyes, its head appeared define as brain matter, he came to this conclusion form his depictions of the flashing image; dread sunk into his edgy composer.

Something emerged from the ceiling, seeping trickling down on his skin; it was a bloodcurdling feeling of anxiety. Now the substance gushed down from the ceiling pouring over him, drenching the wailing man in the thick crimson fluid. He looked around he was covered in stick scarlet blood! He for the first time looked up to from whence the blood originated, the whole restaurant's ceiling was soiled in red percolate patches. Blood seeping though the sheet paneling covering, he covered his mouth aghast by the horrifying sight, he frantically pushed the blood away from his face with his filthy food encased hands, sickened by the horrid sight. What was going on, he didn't have time to ponder as a half-devoured human body fell onto his drench lap.

He hollered, yelping he begun pushing the human mush off him, "God what is going on here!?" he cried. He was getting out there now, he didn't care that his knee was injured, he got up and ran leaving his merchandise behind, oh shit was he in trouble!

He busted through the restaurant's entrance, stumbling afraid, he looked around noticing the car wreckage all around, piles of collisions, mountains of dead bodies. The rain poured heavily as he ran he didn't care he was getting the hell out of that town. The rain sluiced, sponging, rising off the blood that stained his skin; He has never seen such gore… not since the war… but this was different this was pure chaos. How could he had been so blind to not see this entire grave, can hunger truly take away your foresight that much? Did all this happen while he was eating?" he shook his head, not seeing where he was heading, and he bumped into something. His heart pounded, the feeling of dread once again consuming him. He felt it in front of him, something gigantic, organic, mutilated, disproportioned distortion, deformed in every plausible way.

He meekly looked up horrified, "Oh holy Mary mother of Jesus!" he cried astonished, he looked to the creature's razor sharp claws, seeing a freakish gooey eyeball on its shoulders. "God, please no!" The creature raised its jagged appendage above his terrified head; it swapped in a downhill direction its keen spiky claws cutting cleanly through the man's outer exterior. The creature, stood silently as the vagabond's body split disheveling into shredding two, deli thin slices of the man floated pilling appallingly in opposite directions, blood gush outward drenching the splatter's surrounding, his innards spewed out, detaching all bowels, his last meal oozed out of exposed gashed stomach.

His body jerked making the mushy rich mortifyingly out; horrendous sight, the brutal being shook its body uncontrollably, shaking in seizure-like convulsions it crotched low, transforming into something more grotesque, adding on to its genetic structure. It was acting bizarre, like it was going through a metamorphosis, it begun to mutate, reacting to the genus material collected from the vagrant, the DNA, RNA of the dead man, reacting to the blood exchange, the composition in its genetic structure grew, acquiring and adding new stolen chromosomes. It roared in a torturous manifested pain; several vocals were heard as it howled into the night, coming from one sentient source, the monstrous deformed creature as it grew an extra appendage… To be continued…

That's it for now!

On the Next Resident Evil DBZ Style: Bulma get a rude awakening! Yamcha wants to marry Bulma, but she's getting ready fro a hot date with her hunkilicious new aficionado - Hiro, SOUNDS good! BYE!