Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Plans ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4


Plans



Alright for some reason these chapters aren’t being uploaded with dividers that I put in with each section. I might have to use more spaces so these paragraphs don’t seem clustered.


Sorry about that everyone.


Be warned that Vegeta will not only be with Bulma, but other women. I have had complaints before about false advertisement. There is only so much I can type in the summery and only so many options to choose from. They will eventually get together, but I decided not as quick. Also this story is going in a whole different direction from the old version.


Thank-you for taking the time to read


Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. This story is created for my own amusement.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly as she became aware of her surroundings. Her head was resting on the hard ground and for one it wasn’t the best smell to wake up to. Bulma placed her hand on the stone floor before her and tried to push her body up. She felt like she weighed a ton. What had happened the night before? She stepped out to call her mother back and then? Bulma moaned and decided staying on the floor might be a good thing. She looked down the length of her body. The dress she had just recently bought was seriously ruined. It looked like someone had used her as a duster.  


Kicking off her heels, Bulma relaxed against the floor. She glanced over at the only exit in the room of this tomb and it had a stone placed over it. She staggered to her feet and took a deep breath willing herself not to dwell on the dizziness. She got to the stone door and trying to see if by any chance it would budge. Bulma dropped her arms to her side and growled angrily.


“Fuck!” she cursed loudly and booted the door, causing a loud grinding and the door slowly fell over like a domino. Bulma jumped back and looked around, listening for any movement outside of her vampire made prison.


She stepped out of the room and she could see the passage way was brightly illuminated with daylight. She moved quickly, but cautiously down the hallway. She didn’t want to think about the creepy crawlies that were most likely near her bare feet as she felt her way down the hall. She needed to get to an exit and thinking about all the things that were hiding out in the corners of this place of decay would only distract her from her goal.


“Well, well what do we have here?” Bulma stopped and looked around knowing it was one of those demon women she saw at the club. They tried to make a meal of her. From another darkened room in the tunnel, red eyes burned brightly. Her sleek form slithered from the dark. Her eyes slowly faded back to those beautiful light brown colors she had seen before. Bulma licked her dry lips and tried to keep herself calm even though this woman was close enough to do some damage.


“Well, you know I am looking around. You know maybe get some fresh air outside where it doesn’t smell like rotting flesh?” Bulma shot back and kept her eyes on the woman leaning against the wall in front of her.

Nora chuckled softly, “You aren’t going anywhere, sweet child.” Nora clicked her tongue and lifted her hand inspecting her claw like nails, which were painted blood red.


“Why are you all keeping me here?” she demanded. Bulma was sure to keep her voice low as she didn’t want to alert the kidnapper she was finally awake.



“Oh believe me girl,” Nora kept tending her nails and didn’t once look up at her, “We, as in myself and Rose, don’t want you her. You are to be a slave to our lord and prince.” Nora smiled showing Bulma her already unsheathed fangs.



“Well, I would rather die than to be a slave to a man that just randomly kidnaps innocent young women. I will not be willing in any of this!” Bulma’s voice rose in anger and her fists clenched at her side, her knuckles white. This was when she wished she had not gone out with her persistent friends.



“I care not what you decide to tell him. He is a greedy man. He has his own games. Rose and I were both a game at one point. I honestly hope he kills you soon, as your voice is quite annoying.” Nora stated plainly and shrugged her shoulders lightly. Nora’s eyes flashed playfully at the woman seeing the anger rise in her eyes.



Bulma let herself simmer slowly. She took in a deep breath and offered the woman a fake laugh, “Yes, well as I can apparently see you don’t want me here anymore then I wish to be in this God forsaken place. Why not allow me to leave and you will never see me again.” Bulma suggested hoping the bitch would take the bait.



Nora laughed loudly and held her stomach as she did so. Bulma frowned deeply seeing the entertainment she was creating for this woman. “You really think that I would just let you go? Vegeta wanted you here for his purpose. If I let you go, I will for sure be sent to my eternal rest.” Nora turned and moved down the dark hall way swaying her hips.



She turned and looked over her shoulder tossing her reddish brown waves with the movement. “If it came down to you leaving, you would be leaving this world. I would not allow you to live because he would find you and just bring you back. So, if I were you, I would pray that his interest is short lived and you die soon”, Nora winked and disappeared from Bulma’s sight.



Bulma’s body sagged against the stone wall and she wrapped her arms tightly around her legs. So there was no exiting this place. Bulma’s eyes wandered because that was all she really could do in this depressing place. This man was a Prince of vampires? If this man was a Prince why did he live in a tomb that most likely the breeding ground for rats in this city?  It surely had enough cob webs to make her an entire wardrobe. It just didn’t make sense as to why this happened to her.



I mean her father was the owner of Capsule Corp, but there was so words spoken about ransom. Her father might think she fell off the wagon if she called him telling him that she was being held captive by a Vampire Prince. Her mother would understand, that poor woman. She might even just encourage the creativity. She was royally screwed.



Bulma finally wandered back to the hole in the way and say on a tomb steering clear of the rat’s scurrying around on the floor around her. There was no room for sleep. She couldn’t get herself to relax a moment. The light was getting scarce in the room as the day faded into night. She was in complete darkness before someone finally came to get her.



She heard a heavy foot coming down the long hallway. Bulma straightened some ready for whatever is was.  She kept her legs tightly to her chest as she saw him coming down the hall, the light of the candle highlighting the features of his strong face. He stopped in the door way a found on his lips. He reached out his hand wanting her to take it. Bulma looked to the hand and said nothing, nor did she make any sudden movement that she wanted to come with him what so ever.



“I am not coming with you,” Bulma stated sternly and pursed her lips. She sat still where she was on a tomb, just as she had been all day.



“I am not going to argue with you, come with me now.” Vegeta leaned in and grabbed her roughly yanking her down the hallway. Bulma struggled in his grasp fighting to get away from him. As he got her in the room he wanted he roughly flung her into a chair just past the entry way. Bulma winced as she landed awkwardly. She searched the room quickly taking in her environment. This room seemed a tiny bit cleaner with one large tomb and many lit candles in the center of a table that was covered with papers, most likely letters. The two women were nowhere to be found, thank gods. Her eyes lifted momentarily and narrowed as he approached her.



“What is it that you want? I can’t imagine you desired me enough to bring me to your little tomb of love,” Bulma said with a snotty tone.



“Yes, you are right. I have no desire for you. You are a pitiful creature and as much as I like a little game or two once and a while that was no my motive.” His deep voice cut through her like a knife and a part of her was a bit hurt by his words.



“You see, my father rules the clans. Each clan has a head member and they report to him. My father has sent me on a little mission you see,” Vegeta chuckled darkly and tapped his finger on the table next to her. Bulma’s eyes watched the long fingers tap against the wooden table and moved her chair away, fearful that he might reach out and grab her at any moment.



“You need to relax. You are too precious and my father has told me not let any harm come to you before you are to be escorted to him,” Vegeta assured as he backed away and opening his arms wide.



“So you are saying you father is the King of Vampires and he wishes to speak to me?” Bulma laughed out loud and placed her hand on her forehead, “They only thing I can think of is because you and your little blood sucker friends want me to do their dirty work just because I am the daughter of the man that owns Capsule Corp., and because like my father, I can build?” She asked him looking up at him watching his facial expressions. “Am I close, Prince Vegeta?” Bulma said sarcastically.



Vegeta leaned in, “Yes, you are right. We are going to have you help us build a few things.” Vegeta stretched his limbs. “Also I suggest you start to learn you place, woman.” He spoke in a low tone. “As you have pointed out, I am the Prince. Maybe keeping your tongue on lock will keep you alive a little longer.” His eyes flashed with amusement.



“I do not care if I die, especially since you basically just told me you are going to use me and then dispose of me.” Bulma slumped in her chair and wrapped her arms around her body.



“If you do what is asked of you, no harm will come to you.  If you don’t do as you’re told my father finds other ways in dealing with pathetic humans that don’t give him what he wants,” Vegeta moved to her side to be eye level with her. “Your father will have a little accident, your mother will have a little accident, and anyone you care for, like those two friends of yours will somehow go missing, I can assure you,” Vegeta growled leaning in to grip her arm causing her to yell out in pain.



“No! Please do not hurt my friends or family! I will do as you ask, I just want to get this over with,” Bulma yanked her arm from his grasp and rubbed it while shooting him a deadly glare.



“Then don’t test me, because my temper has a short fuse and I will not hesitate to kill you!” His voice echoed loudly throughout the tomb.



Bulma glared up at him and snapped back at him, “Oh yes, of course not even though you stopped yourself from killing me in my room that one night, and you kept your little she-demons from attacking me, also you know damn well your father needs me so you will not touch a hair on my head,” Bulma spat at him and braced herself seeing his anger rise as she spoke to him. Vegeta leaned out so quick and back handed her, knocking her head to the side.



Blood oozed from the side of her cheek and her tongue quickly was there to catch it. She roughly wiped the blood away and threw him another nasty look. She kept silent in fear of being smacked across the face once again.



“Now that I have your attention again and your mouth tightly shut, I will tell you what I plan to do,” Vegeta paced the floor and straightened his suit jacket, “I have to escort you to my father’s home, which is not far from here. You will then speak to him and he will inform you about a certain vampire scum by the name of Radditz. He had done nothing but spit on my father’s name.” Vegeta growled lowly, and Bulma could tell by his strides that he would love to tear this man to pieces.



Bulma straightened her body and scooted to the edge of here seat, “So, this man has went against your father?” Bulma blinked a few times and looked to her ground. “Is he of high standing?” Bulma pried for information.



“Yes, he is a clan leader and his father is blood brothers with King Vegeta,” He spat, angry to even admit such a thing.



“Well, I will go with you. I only wish to go home in the end, but if I do this you must promise my family and friends safety. Also, I wish you to keep your hands and…” she swallowed hard, “fangs off me.” Bulma looked up at him nervously.



Vegeta grinned wolfishly and crossed his arms over his chest, “Oh don’t play like you didn’t like the attention I was giving you, woman” Vegeta jested.



“Of course…not,” Bulma blushed deeply and looked away, “Well, if you were human I might answer differently, but for now…keep away from me,” Bulma glared up at him crossing her arms over her chest mimicking Vegeta’s stance.



“I will not touch you unless you are willing, woman, you have my word” Vegeta chuckled. He was going to enjoy the challenge of tormenting her as she assisted his father. This woman was in for it.



“Tomorrow will be a new day…I suggest you get your rest.” Vegeta then was quickly gone. She was left alone in the room. She glanced over at the table and noticed a plate of food she had not seen as she entered before. Well, at least he was smart enough to realize she was only a human and food and water was necessary. She huffed closed her eyes, trying to relax for she knew she life just gotten times more complicated.

End of chapter four. It seems Bulma has figured out Vegeta’s true intensions for her. We will see what happens soon enough.


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