Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Trust ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Mallie3 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.25.2012 | Updated On: 04.01.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 297 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Horror / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 01.25.2012 | Updated On: 04.01.2012 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 297 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2
Trust
Alright this is the second chapter I updated. I added a lot to this one. I had to change the title of the chapter so that it fit a bit better. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. This is only for my own obnoxious amusement. O.o
Bulma walked her plate to the sink and turned on the faucet letting the cool water run over the surface and clean her plate. She took a large drink from her glass of water and also placed it in the sink. Her phone lit up brightly and vibrated on the kitchen counter. Eighteen’s picture along with her name flashed on the screen. She cleared her throat as she grabbed it and brushed her finger over the touch screen bar to answer the call, “Hello?” she said softly as she turned back to the sink to wash her hands.
“Get girl, what are you doing tonight?” Eighteen said enthusiastically. Bulma could hear Chichi giggling and being loud in the background. Bulma couldn’t help but laugh before she finally answered her friend.
“I am doing some reading for my classes and just had a small dinner. It sure as hell sounds like you and Chi aren’t thinking about your education, are you going out?” she asks her placing a hand on her hip grinning playfully listening to the girls giggling and singing as they tried to have a conversation with Bulma.
“Oh Gods Bulma, we are college students and newly twenty-one… why don’t you come out to the bars tonight!” Eighteen suggested to her. Bulma was not thinking about drinking anytime soon. She had a night her stomach would always remember over the weekend. Bulma groaned loudly and dramatically just so they would hear her.
“Bulma Briefs, you better stop that groaning and moaning and get your ass to the bar”, Chi said loudly in the background. Bulma couldn’t help but laugh loudly. She placed a hand on her forehead, “Alright, I will come out, but I am not having too much to drink. I have learned my lesson”, Bulma insisted.
“Alright…get your ass in the shower or whatever and get ready. We will be there soon to pick your reluctant ass up. Trust me Bulma, you will have a good time I promise”, Eighteen said to her quickly before ending their call. Bulma set her cellphone down on the table top and hurried to her bathroom. She turned on the water to the shower and grabbed a towel from the cabinet. Setting all she needed on the counter top of her sink, Bulma quickly jumped into the shower. She used her favorite ‘Bath and Bodyworks’ wash and quickly lathered her hair before rinsing her body.
She got out of the shower and dried off her body before grabbing her make-up bag and blow dryer. She turned it on and ran her round brush over her blue locks of hair. Bulma reached below her sink and grabbed her straightener, turning it on high. Her fingers traced over her bangs situating them on her face giving them that ‘swoop’ affect. She used her straightener to flip her hair and straighten the frizzy pieces of her hair. After perfecting her hair, Bulma grabbed from the make-up bag and unzipped it quickly. She applied her make-up, giving herself the smoky eyed affect with glistening lips and picked out her outfit. She pulled out a black and grey dress that was covered with clear sequence and it came to the middle of her thighs and showed off her ample amount of cleavage. She smoothed it over her rounded hips and flat belly. Bulma looked her body over in the full length mirror in her hallway. Reaching down, Bulma slipped on a pair of black pumps that covered her toes. She was going to look great tonight she kept smiling to herself.
She quickly gave her hair a spray and unplugged all electrical appliances. Bulma grabbed her perfume and spritzed herself before running out into her kitchen and looked at the clock. "7:53...where are they?” she asked herself as she moved to the door. She opened her door and peeked down the stairs to see the flash of head lights enter the parking lot of her complex. She could hear the bumping of the music coming from Eighteens Pontiac Grand AM. Bulma shook her head and locked her door. It was sure a challenge getting down the stairs in her pumps that was for sure. She blew some of her hair from her face and walked down the beautifully lit sidewalks leading to her apartment complex. She brushed some of her hair from her face squinting to see there was a good amount still to walk till she got to the parking lot. Bulma moaned in frustration and heard her phone ringing in her purse. She knew it was the girls, but she wasn’t going to answer. She knew they could see her struggling to get to the damn parking lot.
She slowed her walking even more and tried to look normal when she noticed a man dressed in a dark suit sitting on the bench near one of the trees planted around the walkways. The light illuminated over him showing off his glossing black flame styled hair. He was leaning over with his elbows rested on his knees. She got closer and decided to take the curve on the opposite side of the tree as the walkway branched off. She didn’t feel comfortable walking past the stranger even if he was dressed well. She looked at the corner of her eye noticing him staring. She started to get goose bumps once again. It was the same feeling she got over the weekend. As she got past him she stops and turned slowly to face him. His dark eyes lifted to meet his ocean blue ones and he smiled at her. “Hi…I haven’t seen you here before. Are you alright?” she started to feel a bit uncomfortable with a man outside of her apartment complex that she has never seen around here before and in the dark like a creeper.
"Hello." He said without answering her question. The man stood and brushed out the pants of his suit before slipping his hand into the pockets. His eyes lifted to meet hers once again before answering, “Oh yes, I am just fine…just enjoying the beautiful views around these apartments”, he looked around quickly before looking her in the eye.
At that point Bulma turned and raised an eyebrow, “Well, I haven’t seen you before and I was just wondering why you were sitting in the dark because usually people never use this are, even though my father did put a great amount of money into these apartment complexes. But I am sorry and don’t get angry but you look like something off of the Sopranos.” She felt her cheeks blush as she was surprised at herself for saying that to a complete stranger that was sitting in the dark. Bulma looked over her shoulder to the parking lot hearing Eighteen honk her horn.
The man chuckled darkly at her jest before walking a bit closer to Bulma. “Yes, I know I was planning on going out tonight. I live not far from here you know. Those apartments behind this one are where I stay,” He raised an eyebrow and kept a calm demeanor. “Just out for a stroll is all. Nice night, Yes?” He said with a beautiful smile that flashed his pearly white teeth.
Bulma placed a hand on her mouth and gasped, “Oh I am so sorry, I know this is a public place. I am sorry I was rude. I have been a bit on edge lately.” She felt her blush deepen seeing his smile. He most likely thought she was a nut. Bulma looked around and brushed some of her blue hair from her face. She was so embarrassed, “But…the night it very nice that is why I decided to go out. I don’t get out too often. I stay in to do class work and such”, Bulma said to him.
“Oh that is too bad. I love the night. I really is a beautiful time during the day.” He looked up at the moon high in the sky. The man turned back to her and looked her over with his beautifully black eyes, “You’re the Brief’s kid?” Bulma gave him a funny look as he referred her to her as a kid. His eyes flashed excitedly seeing her react and feeling her anger rise some. He liked that about her.
"Yea, my parent’s own-..." she was cut off by the rough sound of his voice.
"Capsule Corp. yes I know," he paused, "Your father seems like a good man."
"Well, thanks he is a pretty cool old man, he owns these apartments here. I was lucky they were close to my college.” She smiles to him before walking farther down the sidewalk after seeing Chichi stick her head out of the window and yelling her name. “I am sorry my friends are growing impatient.” Bulma then decided to see if he would like to join them.
"Sure why not. It isn’t like I had anything better to go,” He motioned to the seat under the tree. Bulma chuckled and started to move to the car.
They finally got to the club with this man named Vegeta and two really obnoxious women she called friends. Chichi had an already opened bottle of strawberry flavored vodka in her purse and she was pre-gaming in the front seat. They razzed the man all the way to the club. The poor guy seemed to be having fun with her friends and she was glad they were all getting along even though she did just grab this stranger and invite him without asking them.
The music was vibrating the walls and strobe lights were flashing all over the dance floor. The sweat glistened on the bodies grinded on the dance floor and the smell of alcohol was strong and could be smelled on the breath on anyone she walked past to get through the mob of a group.
“So, Bulma what made you bring this nicely dressed young man?” Eighteen raised an eyebrow and looked the handsome man over. Bulma noticed her friend was undressing him with her eyes. Vegeta said nothing but looked in Bulma’s direction. He seemed to be very interested in answer.
“She liked my suit.” Vegeta said his deep voice sent chills up her spine. She couldn’t help but smile. He was a good looking man, but there was something about him that got her attention.
“Yes…there you have it.” Bulma laughed as did Eighteen. Chichi came back with the drinks wrapped in her arms. Eighteen helped her with the shots and set them in front of each one of them. “Alright guys, to a fun night!” they raised their shots clinking them before gulping them down. Bulma felt Vegeta come up behind her and offer her a grin. She looked down a bit shy around this man. Eighteen was right behind him. She knew her friend well. She was a flirt and did it well. She would most likely try to get him to come home with her tonight. Bulma looked down at the shot still on the table infront of Vegeta.
“No shots?” she asked him with a soft smile on her pink lips.
“Oh no, I don’t usually like to drink that stuff. It doesn’t agree with me,” He said into her ear. Bulma felt her body shudder and react. She clutched her fingers around her drink. She took in a sharp breath.
“Oh? Did you want to get something else?” Bulma’s blue eyes lifted to look deeply into his dark pits.
“No, they won’t have what I like here,” He shook his head and glanced to the busy bartender.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Bulma chuckles and looks at the bar seeing the numerous variety of glass bottles lined up with different brands of alcohol.
Vegeta chuckled and shook his head, “I could get it, but it might cause some problems with all the…witnesses” Vegeta spoke even softer and pressed his body even closer to the curve of her backside. Bulma glanced over at Eighteen seeing she had moved on to another random man. She was dancing on this guy already and so was Chi.
“Well, now you have my attention. What is it that you want to get? Are you a druggy?” she looked him over as her eyebrows knit and she started to feel a bit turned off now.
Vegeta chuckled, “No Bulma…I am not a low life drug dealer or user. Relax.” He willed her to relax. It seemed that every time she looked into this man’s eyes she felt her body instantly relax. She felt his hand on her forearm and pulled her to the back door where the smokers stepped out to get their quick nicotine fix. She followed without asking questions.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her body as she exited the club. The music was still clear as can be outside. Vegeta looked at every person and each one quickly moved to the club. Bulma raised a brow seeing how each person acted as they walked back in. Almost as if he spoke with his eyes to leave.
“Calm your mind, Bulma. I wish to show you something.” His deep voice was low and relaxed as he slipped off her suit jacket and set it on the bench.
“Alright?” Bulma looked around for a quick exit. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to hurtle the fence. She sat tight and looked the man over. “What do you want to show me?” she looked him over a bit confused. ‘Please not a gun.. .’ she thought nervously.
She heard how his voice started to change a bit more. He had a European accent and it was thick now. She really started to feel uncomfortable. What if this man was a crazy terrorist or something like that. So, he was forcing to talk like her. “Stay calm and do not make any quick movements.” He held out his hand and then closed his eyes. She watched him closely. Vegeta opened his eyes once again and his eyes were now a deep blood red. There was no distinction between the white of his eye and the iris. Bulma’s mouth dropped open and she back up bumping into the table, but calmed her body. She had lost her voice once he opened his mouth and two glistening fangs were apparent. Bulma raised a hand and covered her mouth. “You’re…you are a?” Bulma couldn’t force the word from her lips.
He moved and appeared as a quick blur, too fast for her to see and ended up right in front of her, “What, Bulma? What am I?” Vegeta looked her face over with those demonic blood red eyes. Her lips parted and she felt tears coming to her blue eyes. She was so scared right now. She couldn’t find her words. Her lower lip trembled as she had just realized that this was most likely the creature that came into her room and that this dream was actuality.
“Vam-Vampire,” She said quietly as his mouth was closer she could feel the coolness of his lips brush her warm living ones. Her attention shifted to a loud bang.
The door burst open and Chi came out stumbling with her drink in her hand. “I know I am not supposed to be out here with this, but why did you come out here. I was looking for you! You need to dance with me!” Chi squealed in delight.
Bulma gasped and glanced in front of her. Vegeta had disappeared. He was hiding knowing she would freak if was displayed that way to her. Bulma looked around bit more worried for her friend’s safety.
“Sorry..um…I wasn’t feeling well, Chi.” Bulma looked at her a bit nervous. Chi’s cheeks were blushed from the alcohol. She wouldn’t notice her anxiousness. “I just needed some air. I will be right in. We will dance!” Bulma tried to sound excited. Chi hurried back in calling over her shoulder, “Hurry up lady!” Chi wiggled her backside at her friend before closing the door.
Bulma felt fingers brush over her shoulders. She yanked away from him quickly and held out her hand ready to protect herself.
“Easy, Bulma” He held out his hand. “Yes, I am what you just said before your friend came out.” Vegeta’s eyes were back to their normal black state. She could not see any fangs as he spoke to her. That was a good thing she supposed.
“This kind of thing doesn’t happen. That isn’t real…” she placed her hands over her face, “You aren’t going to hurt me are you? I know you were in my room…it wasn’t a dream. How did you make me think otherwise?” she asked him placing her back against the stone wall of the building.
“It is the vampire charm. It comes with the curse.” He shrugged. “You interested me, Bulma. I haven’t had any connections. I wish only for friendship if you allow it.” He held out his hand and smiled to her. Bulma looked down at the hand reluctantly and raised her shaky hand and placed it into his. Vegeta yanked her close to him. He brushed his lips over her cheek and lower to her neck, “Plus…you just taste so go, I couldn’t just let you go.” Vegeta chuckled darkly. Bulma yanked away, “relax woman…I am not hungry…do not fear me. I will not do that again unless you permit.” She looked into his eyes unsure to believe him, knowing she was playing with Satan himself. Their eyes shifted to the door hearing shrieks of terror from within the club. The music had stopped and people were bursting through the back and climbing the fence. Bulma looked up at Vegeta and forced herself to cling to him.
"Vegeta?" His eyes glowed with anger. He knew that who was here and he would have to stop the insanity before more problems arose. He pushed Bulma from his arms and blurred to the door. Bulma wasn’t sure what to expect what they opened the door.
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Mallie-3
Updated: 1/21/2012
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Trust
Alright this is the second chapter I updated. I added a lot to this one. I had to change the title of the chapter so that it fit a bit better. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. This is only for my own obnoxious amusement. O.o
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Bulma arrived home and made herself a quick dinner. She snacked on some chips and a sandwich as she looked over her notes from each of her classes. Bulma picked up a pen and started to write some ideas for the end of the semester project she had been working on so much lately. Bulma licked her lips as she chewed a piece of her sandwich and swallowed. She looked at the clock brightly shining the time on the stove top. It was already 7:00, why did the time fly so much? It was Monday and one of the worst days of the week and it really was showing. She had a terrible nightmare and on top of it she was blubbering to her friends like a child about it. She really needed to get ahold of herself. She was seriously contemplating about seeing a professional if she didn’t learn to calm down.Bulma walked her plate to the sink and turned on the faucet letting the cool water run over the surface and clean her plate. She took a large drink from her glass of water and also placed it in the sink. Her phone lit up brightly and vibrated on the kitchen counter. Eighteen’s picture along with her name flashed on the screen. She cleared her throat as she grabbed it and brushed her finger over the touch screen bar to answer the call, “Hello?” she said softly as she turned back to the sink to wash her hands.
“Get girl, what are you doing tonight?” Eighteen said enthusiastically. Bulma could hear Chichi giggling and being loud in the background. Bulma couldn’t help but laugh before she finally answered her friend.
“I am doing some reading for my classes and just had a small dinner. It sure as hell sounds like you and Chi aren’t thinking about your education, are you going out?” she asks her placing a hand on her hip grinning playfully listening to the girls giggling and singing as they tried to have a conversation with Bulma.
“Oh Gods Bulma, we are college students and newly twenty-one… why don’t you come out to the bars tonight!” Eighteen suggested to her. Bulma was not thinking about drinking anytime soon. She had a night her stomach would always remember over the weekend. Bulma groaned loudly and dramatically just so they would hear her.
“Bulma Briefs, you better stop that groaning and moaning and get your ass to the bar”, Chi said loudly in the background. Bulma couldn’t help but laugh loudly. She placed a hand on her forehead, “Alright, I will come out, but I am not having too much to drink. I have learned my lesson”, Bulma insisted.
“Alright…get your ass in the shower or whatever and get ready. We will be there soon to pick your reluctant ass up. Trust me Bulma, you will have a good time I promise”, Eighteen said to her quickly before ending their call. Bulma set her cellphone down on the table top and hurried to her bathroom. She turned on the water to the shower and grabbed a towel from the cabinet. Setting all she needed on the counter top of her sink, Bulma quickly jumped into the shower. She used her favorite ‘Bath and Bodyworks’ wash and quickly lathered her hair before rinsing her body.
She got out of the shower and dried off her body before grabbing her make-up bag and blow dryer. She turned it on and ran her round brush over her blue locks of hair. Bulma reached below her sink and grabbed her straightener, turning it on high. Her fingers traced over her bangs situating them on her face giving them that ‘swoop’ affect. She used her straightener to flip her hair and straighten the frizzy pieces of her hair. After perfecting her hair, Bulma grabbed from the make-up bag and unzipped it quickly. She applied her make-up, giving herself the smoky eyed affect with glistening lips and picked out her outfit. She pulled out a black and grey dress that was covered with clear sequence and it came to the middle of her thighs and showed off her ample amount of cleavage. She smoothed it over her rounded hips and flat belly. Bulma looked her body over in the full length mirror in her hallway. Reaching down, Bulma slipped on a pair of black pumps that covered her toes. She was going to look great tonight she kept smiling to herself.
She quickly gave her hair a spray and unplugged all electrical appliances. Bulma grabbed her perfume and spritzed herself before running out into her kitchen and looked at the clock. "7:53...where are they?” she asked herself as she moved to the door. She opened her door and peeked down the stairs to see the flash of head lights enter the parking lot of her complex. She could hear the bumping of the music coming from Eighteens Pontiac Grand AM. Bulma shook her head and locked her door. It was sure a challenge getting down the stairs in her pumps that was for sure. She blew some of her hair from her face and walked down the beautifully lit sidewalks leading to her apartment complex. She brushed some of her hair from her face squinting to see there was a good amount still to walk till she got to the parking lot. Bulma moaned in frustration and heard her phone ringing in her purse. She knew it was the girls, but she wasn’t going to answer. She knew they could see her struggling to get to the damn parking lot.
She slowed her walking even more and tried to look normal when she noticed a man dressed in a dark suit sitting on the bench near one of the trees planted around the walkways. The light illuminated over him showing off his glossing black flame styled hair. He was leaning over with his elbows rested on his knees. She got closer and decided to take the curve on the opposite side of the tree as the walkway branched off. She didn’t feel comfortable walking past the stranger even if he was dressed well. She looked at the corner of her eye noticing him staring. She started to get goose bumps once again. It was the same feeling she got over the weekend. As she got past him she stops and turned slowly to face him. His dark eyes lifted to meet his ocean blue ones and he smiled at her. “Hi…I haven’t seen you here before. Are you alright?” she started to feel a bit uncomfortable with a man outside of her apartment complex that she has never seen around here before and in the dark like a creeper.
"Hello." He said without answering her question. The man stood and brushed out the pants of his suit before slipping his hand into the pockets. His eyes lifted to meet hers once again before answering, “Oh yes, I am just fine…just enjoying the beautiful views around these apartments”, he looked around quickly before looking her in the eye.
At that point Bulma turned and raised an eyebrow, “Well, I haven’t seen you before and I was just wondering why you were sitting in the dark because usually people never use this are, even though my father did put a great amount of money into these apartment complexes. But I am sorry and don’t get angry but you look like something off of the Sopranos.” She felt her cheeks blush as she was surprised at herself for saying that to a complete stranger that was sitting in the dark. Bulma looked over her shoulder to the parking lot hearing Eighteen honk her horn.
The man chuckled darkly at her jest before walking a bit closer to Bulma. “Yes, I know I was planning on going out tonight. I live not far from here you know. Those apartments behind this one are where I stay,” He raised an eyebrow and kept a calm demeanor. “Just out for a stroll is all. Nice night, Yes?” He said with a beautiful smile that flashed his pearly white teeth.
Bulma placed a hand on her mouth and gasped, “Oh I am so sorry, I know this is a public place. I am sorry I was rude. I have been a bit on edge lately.” She felt her blush deepen seeing his smile. He most likely thought she was a nut. Bulma looked around and brushed some of her blue hair from her face. She was so embarrassed, “But…the night it very nice that is why I decided to go out. I don’t get out too often. I stay in to do class work and such”, Bulma said to him.
“Oh that is too bad. I love the night. I really is a beautiful time during the day.” He looked up at the moon high in the sky. The man turned back to her and looked her over with his beautifully black eyes, “You’re the Brief’s kid?” Bulma gave him a funny look as he referred her to her as a kid. His eyes flashed excitedly seeing her react and feeling her anger rise some. He liked that about her.
"Yea, my parent’s own-..." she was cut off by the rough sound of his voice.
"Capsule Corp. yes I know," he paused, "Your father seems like a good man."
"Well, thanks he is a pretty cool old man, he owns these apartments here. I was lucky they were close to my college.” She smiles to him before walking farther down the sidewalk after seeing Chichi stick her head out of the window and yelling her name. “I am sorry my friends are growing impatient.” Bulma then decided to see if he would like to join them.
"Sure why not. It isn’t like I had anything better to go,” He motioned to the seat under the tree. Bulma chuckled and started to move to the car.
They finally got to the club with this man named Vegeta and two really obnoxious women she called friends. Chichi had an already opened bottle of strawberry flavored vodka in her purse and she was pre-gaming in the front seat. They razzed the man all the way to the club. The poor guy seemed to be having fun with her friends and she was glad they were all getting along even though she did just grab this stranger and invite him without asking them.
The music was vibrating the walls and strobe lights were flashing all over the dance floor. The sweat glistened on the bodies grinded on the dance floor and the smell of alcohol was strong and could be smelled on the breath on anyone she walked past to get through the mob of a group.
“So, Bulma what made you bring this nicely dressed young man?” Eighteen raised an eyebrow and looked the handsome man over. Bulma noticed her friend was undressing him with her eyes. Vegeta said nothing but looked in Bulma’s direction. He seemed to be very interested in answer.
“She liked my suit.” Vegeta said his deep voice sent chills up her spine. She couldn’t help but smile. He was a good looking man, but there was something about him that got her attention.
“Yes…there you have it.” Bulma laughed as did Eighteen. Chichi came back with the drinks wrapped in her arms. Eighteen helped her with the shots and set them in front of each one of them. “Alright guys, to a fun night!” they raised their shots clinking them before gulping them down. Bulma felt Vegeta come up behind her and offer her a grin. She looked down a bit shy around this man. Eighteen was right behind him. She knew her friend well. She was a flirt and did it well. She would most likely try to get him to come home with her tonight. Bulma looked down at the shot still on the table infront of Vegeta.
“No shots?” she asked him with a soft smile on her pink lips.
“Oh no, I don’t usually like to drink that stuff. It doesn’t agree with me,” He said into her ear. Bulma felt her body shudder and react. She clutched her fingers around her drink. She took in a sharp breath.
“Oh? Did you want to get something else?” Bulma’s blue eyes lifted to look deeply into his dark pits.
“No, they won’t have what I like here,” He shook his head and glanced to the busy bartender.
“Why wouldn’t they?” Bulma chuckles and looks at the bar seeing the numerous variety of glass bottles lined up with different brands of alcohol.
Vegeta chuckled and shook his head, “I could get it, but it might cause some problems with all the…witnesses” Vegeta spoke even softer and pressed his body even closer to the curve of her backside. Bulma glanced over at Eighteen seeing she had moved on to another random man. She was dancing on this guy already and so was Chi.
“Well, now you have my attention. What is it that you want to get? Are you a druggy?” she looked him over as her eyebrows knit and she started to feel a bit turned off now.
Vegeta chuckled, “No Bulma…I am not a low life drug dealer or user. Relax.” He willed her to relax. It seemed that every time she looked into this man’s eyes she felt her body instantly relax. She felt his hand on her forearm and pulled her to the back door where the smokers stepped out to get their quick nicotine fix. She followed without asking questions.
Bulma wrapped her arms around her body as she exited the club. The music was still clear as can be outside. Vegeta looked at every person and each one quickly moved to the club. Bulma raised a brow seeing how each person acted as they walked back in. Almost as if he spoke with his eyes to leave.
“Calm your mind, Bulma. I wish to show you something.” His deep voice was low and relaxed as he slipped off her suit jacket and set it on the bench.
“Alright?” Bulma looked around for a quick exit. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to hurtle the fence. She sat tight and looked the man over. “What do you want to show me?” she looked him over a bit confused. ‘Please not a gun.. .’ she thought nervously.
She heard how his voice started to change a bit more. He had a European accent and it was thick now. She really started to feel uncomfortable. What if this man was a crazy terrorist or something like that. So, he was forcing to talk like her. “Stay calm and do not make any quick movements.” He held out his hand and then closed his eyes. She watched him closely. Vegeta opened his eyes once again and his eyes were now a deep blood red. There was no distinction between the white of his eye and the iris. Bulma’s mouth dropped open and she back up bumping into the table, but calmed her body. She had lost her voice once he opened his mouth and two glistening fangs were apparent. Bulma raised a hand and covered her mouth. “You’re…you are a?” Bulma couldn’t force the word from her lips.
He moved and appeared as a quick blur, too fast for her to see and ended up right in front of her, “What, Bulma? What am I?” Vegeta looked her face over with those demonic blood red eyes. Her lips parted and she felt tears coming to her blue eyes. She was so scared right now. She couldn’t find her words. Her lower lip trembled as she had just realized that this was most likely the creature that came into her room and that this dream was actuality.
“Vam-Vampire,” She said quietly as his mouth was closer she could feel the coolness of his lips brush her warm living ones. Her attention shifted to a loud bang.
The door burst open and Chi came out stumbling with her drink in her hand. “I know I am not supposed to be out here with this, but why did you come out here. I was looking for you! You need to dance with me!” Chi squealed in delight.
Bulma gasped and glanced in front of her. Vegeta had disappeared. He was hiding knowing she would freak if was displayed that way to her. Bulma looked around bit more worried for her friend’s safety.
“Sorry..um…I wasn’t feeling well, Chi.” Bulma looked at her a bit nervous. Chi’s cheeks were blushed from the alcohol. She wouldn’t notice her anxiousness. “I just needed some air. I will be right in. We will dance!” Bulma tried to sound excited. Chi hurried back in calling over her shoulder, “Hurry up lady!” Chi wiggled her backside at her friend before closing the door.
Bulma felt fingers brush over her shoulders. She yanked away from him quickly and held out her hand ready to protect herself.
“Easy, Bulma” He held out his hand. “Yes, I am what you just said before your friend came out.” Vegeta’s eyes were back to their normal black state. She could not see any fangs as he spoke to her. That was a good thing she supposed.
“This kind of thing doesn’t happen. That isn’t real…” she placed her hands over her face, “You aren’t going to hurt me are you? I know you were in my room…it wasn’t a dream. How did you make me think otherwise?” she asked him placing her back against the stone wall of the building.
“It is the vampire charm. It comes with the curse.” He shrugged. “You interested me, Bulma. I haven’t had any connections. I wish only for friendship if you allow it.” He held out his hand and smiled to her. Bulma looked down at the hand reluctantly and raised her shaky hand and placed it into his. Vegeta yanked her close to him. He brushed his lips over her cheek and lower to her neck, “Plus…you just taste so go, I couldn’t just let you go.” Vegeta chuckled darkly. Bulma yanked away, “relax woman…I am not hungry…do not fear me. I will not do that again unless you permit.” She looked into his eyes unsure to believe him, knowing she was playing with Satan himself. Their eyes shifted to the door hearing shrieks of terror from within the club. The music had stopped and people were bursting through the back and climbing the fence. Bulma looked up at Vegeta and forced herself to cling to him.
"Vegeta?" His eyes glowed with anger. He knew that who was here and he would have to stop the insanity before more problems arose. He pushed Bulma from his arms and blurred to the door. Bulma wasn’t sure what to expect what they opened the door.
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Alright, this is the second chapter updated!Review and tell me what you think!
Mallie-3
Updated: 1/21/2012
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