Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampyre Chronicles ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

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AN: sorry for the long update, but…I was having writer's block, and schoolwork was really piling up, not to mention I go in for a job interview tomorrow *wish me luck!*

Chapter Four

"Bulma dearie!!!" Bunny called up the stairs at her only daughter. "Are you up there?" Footsteps could be heard walking up the steps. "Bulma?" loud rapping at the metal, automatic door. "There you are!" she gasped when the door slid open. "Your father was worried sick…you're usually the first one at the lab… darling?"

"Sorry mom," Bulma groaned. "I had a late night. Tell Dad I'll be a few hours late today."

"Bulma…" her mother said in a lightly scolding tone, "If you really aren't feeling well, you don't have to go in at all," she sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing her daughter's rumpled hair.

"No, I'm okay mom. Really I am. Just a little fatigued, that's all."

"Stayed up all night reading your horror novels didn't you?" she clucked disapprovingly.

"Something like that," Bulma muttered.

"One day, dearie, you're going to get the most scariest nightmares ever, and then where will we be?"

"Whatever, Mom. Leave me alone, I need to get some sleep." Bulma groaned, rolling over.

"Okay, just for the record I'm going to the store for a few minutes, but you're father's in the lab on the ground floors, so just give a holler, or call him on the intercom."

"Will do," Bulma mumbled.

"Oh," Bunny Briefs reached into the pocket of her apron. "Here's something that you left on the counter, I almost forgot that the reason I cam up here was to give it to you one of your books. Sweetie, I'm really concerned whe you read these kinds of things…" her usual perky voice had an underlying of dissatisfaction in it.

"Uh-huh, Mom. Just put it on the nightstand, I'll get to it whenever." Bulma grumbled, not even lifting her head.

"Okay honey, I just wish you would consider the material that you look at sometimes."

"ZZZZZZ…" Bulma was fast asleep. Bunny smiled at her daughter, pulled the covers more snugly on her shoulders, and left the room.

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The blue-haired heiress woke up around 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Looking around her slightly messy room, squinted at the bright streaming through the blinds. "It is too early in my day for this," she groaned after checking the time.

Turning over, Bulma spotted the book sitting on her nightstand and promptly began screaming. After about 20 seconds of hollering, her voice suddenly caught, and her features froze, unable to move or speak, Bulma toppled onto her bed, landing in the soft darkness of her unconscious.

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"…I don't know…I found her like this…" came a certain usually-bubbly blonde's voice, now distraught with tears.

"…call 911…"

"…called…paramedics….soon…"

"…what's wrong…Bulma…"

"…don't…she looks…"

That was all the heiress managed to catch as her mind struggled to free itself from its self-imposed paralysis, and proving that the strain was too much, Bulma fell back down.

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"…where am I?" Bulma murmured through cracked lips.

"You're awake!!!" Bunny shrieked, and Bulma winced at the loud sound.

"Calm down, Mom." Bulma said, raising an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" she lifted an arm, and looked at all the tubes running in and out of it, and her paper-thin gown. "Never mind, scratch that, where the hell am I?"

"General Medical Hospital." Dr. Briefs answered, looking much better than he had for the past 5 hours, when his daughter was unconscious. "You fell unconscious, and the doctor's have no idea why. There were no surface abrasions, and the blood tests said that there were no foreign substances in your body, so why did you pass out?"

"I…don't…know…" Bulma murmured, trying to remember exactly what could've made her faint.

"Ms. Briefs, it's nice to see that you're awake." And in came a young, trim doctor. His dark brown hair glinted in the light, and his deep brown eyes shone benigningly underneath wire-rimmed glasses.

"Hello…" Bulma said hesitantly. "How are you, Dr…?"

"Kliminski. Dr. Kliminski."

"Pleased to meet you Dr. Kliminski, sorry it had to be under these circumstances though," Bulma said smoothly.

"I don't think we would've have met otherwise," the Doctor smiled. "Just let me check your vital signs." He took out his stethescope and started testing her breathing, and checking her pulse. After a moment he straightened and looked at Bulma's large blue eyes.

"Well, Ms. Briefs, I don't know what else to say. You seem to be in perfect health, especially from what your mother tells me. Have a healthy diet, with minor indulgences-but we all do, ne?- exercise daily. You're the epitome of health, so what could've made you faint?"

"Could exhaustion be a factor, doctor?" Mrs. Briefs' voice piped up.

"Exhaustion could be a factor. Have you been staying up excessively late?" the Doctor asked Bulma.

"No! Except for the past two or three days. Trust me, I've stayed up a lot longer, and a lot later in the past, and I've never fainted."

"Well…if you say so." The doctor looked doubtful. "I'm thinking that this might be a psychological problem. It's rare, but every now and then, we'll get a case that people's systems shut down because they see something that is particularly traumatizing. I'm thinking that that might be your case."

"So? It happened once, I doubt it's going to happen again," Bulma said, indignantly, not really knowing where the Doc was going with this.

"Maybe," the Doctor answered, suggestfully stroking his chin.

"What do you suggest, Dr. Kliminski?" Dr. Briefs said, walking over to place an arm around his daughter's shoulders.

"There's a psychologist in town, and he's very very knowlegdeable, I'm going to recommend that you…"

"Are you saying that I need to see a shrink?" Bulma exclaimed incredulously. "That's ridiculous, I'm not crazy!!!"

"I'm not saying you are, but we should take the precautions…"

"Oh my god, this is insane. You're sending me to a psychologist. I must be like…dreaming." Bulma said, with a hint of disbelief in her voice. "Daddy, tell him that I don't need a…crazy doctor!!"

"Now now, honey," Dr. Briefs said. "He's a doctor, and I'm sure he's only looking out for your well-being."

"You're a goddamn doctor too!!" Bulma replied indignantly. "Whatever. Just because you give me his name, doesn't mean I have to go."

"Actually, while you were still…gone…I already called and set up an appointment. I suspected your case was something like this. I could've canceled if it wasn't." Dr. Kliminski shrugged, and then he wrote something down on his physician's pad. "It's for two o'clock tomorrow." And he handed the slip of paper to Mrs. Briefs, who put it in her purse immediately.

"Who's the doctor?" Bulma asked miserably after a moment's hesitation, seemed her fate was already decided for her.

"His name is A. Rucdale."

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"Is everything set up?" came a deep, raspy voice.

"Yes, she has an appointment with your…employer at the address given and time indicated."

"Good," the voice passed a envelope to the Dr. Kliminski. "In here you'll find what you were promised." The doctor opened the envelope to find five thousand dollars, all in one-hundred bills. The doctor nodded once, and the business transaction was exchanged, no more words were needed as the dark man slunk off into the shadows- seemingly fading into them.

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AN: how was that for a cliffy? I hope you liked it, I really enjoyed writing it. I was really on a roll, like all the stuff just came to me spontaneously and it just spun out like liquid. Like that last part about Dr. Kliminski I hadn't even originally intended to put in there, it just came out, I think it works out rather nicely. I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Okay, okay. I just have to say one thing. DAMN!!! You ppl really do take everything literally. Well, just for your stubborness, NO ONE reviewed (except for you susan) SO…I'm reposting the chapter and telling everyone to REVIEW!!!! Unless you don't want an update, then I'll do it…oh say, next year? REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!!