Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ The Devil Himself ( Chapter 5 )
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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: 3.4K | Visits: 267 | 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: 3.4K | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
Chapter 5
The Devil Himself
Alright this is chapter 5 of Vampire Prince. Bulma is going to have her hands full.
I hope you like it and happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. I only write to entertain my mind.
Bulma chewed on her lower lip and looked around feeling a bit of awkwardness in the silence, “Let me guess, our ride is late?” Bulma asked and rolled her eyes a bit irritated from being held in that damp place for so long.
Vegeta answered with a soft grunt and let her go. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He flipped it up and spoke gruffly, “Yeah” , he listened a moment and then responded quickly as before, “Good,” with a quick movement of his fingers the phone was closed and placed carefully back into his pocket.
Bulma’s eyebrows raised a bit as she looked over his face, curious as to what that five second conversation was about.
“So, was that your little blood sucker buddies?” she pursed her lips and kicked a few of the gravel rocks near her feet in the grass.
“Yes, they are here.” Vegeta said calmly looking toward the dark entrance of the cemetery.
A pair of headlights entered and made their way around the winding roads of the cemetery. As the vehicle got closer to them she could hear the crunching of the gravel rocks beneath its tires. She stepped back noticing the black E350 Mercedes Sedan did not care for her toes. Bulma’s arms immediately wrapped around her body, scared to see what would come out of that car. The car gave no clue as to who was inside because the windows were all tinted black. Bulma glanced up at Vegeta, who had a grin across his lips. A small little man opened the driver’s side and scurried around to open the backdoor, which was facing them. The nervous little man moved to the side to allow the large man to step out.
He wore a dark grey pin striped suit with a little accent in his upper pocket, which was red. His shoes were exceptionally shiny and as he stood Bulma almost forgot to breath. The man grinned showing off his bright white smile as he straightened his jacket. His mustache was as black as night and his eyes matched. The only thing missing was the hair on his head.
“Ah Nappa, it is great to see you old friend,” Vegeta reached out to take the giants hand.
Bulma looked between the two men, and for a moment she really hoped that Vegeta was going to be coming with them.
“Vegeta, it is very good to see you, but you father has told me get you and scientists daughter back to the manor as quick as possible,” Nappa said loudly as his eyes scanned down to the blue haired woman at Vegeta’s side, “You know your father hates to wait,” Nappa reached down and touched a few of the locks of her blue hair.
Vegeta cleared his throat and grabbed Bulma by the hand, “Yes well let’s not delay any longer, Nappa,” Vegeta spoke quickly moving Bulma inside the Sedan and he slid in next to her, “You may take the front Nappa,” Vegeta grinned before shutting the door keeping Nappa’s wandering eyes off of Bulma.
Nappa raised a brow and the little man near the back door quickly opened the passenger door allowing Nappa to enter before closing it softly. The man ran back to the driver’s side and drove off.
“I had Rose and Nora collected most of your clothing and toiletries from your apartment,” his voice was soft but deep as usual.
Bulma’s head immediately rose and she straightened her body against the back of the seat, “Oh, thank-you?” she said blinking a few times.
“No need to thank me, you can thank them when you arrive at my father’s manor. They will show you to your room,” Vegeta said quickly glancing over at Bulma, his black eyes scanning over her form once before looking away.
Bulma didn’t know what to say. She was honestly quite offended that he allowed someone else to go through her things and didn’t allow her to select her own things. The car finally came to a stop after hours of travel and more silence.
Bulma could hear the soft clicking of that skinny little drive outside of her door. It quickly opened and the man gave her a nervous smile before motioning for her to exit the car. Bulma stepped out and rubbed her eyes. It had to be early morning. She happened to casually look up to see an enormous manor surrounded by a massive amount of trees, which hid the house nicely. She noticed the shutters covering the windows of the gothic style home were steel plated. It was most likely to keep the sun out during the day and intruders from breaking in.
In front of the manor there was a brilliant fountain and the creatures in the middle resembled those of a demonic nature. Bulma felt a chill spin down her spine and she jumped a little when Vegeta’s cool finger tips came in contact with her bare arm.
“This way, woman,” Vegeta said as he pulled her up the marble steps of the manor.
Two men opened the double doors just as they made it close enough to grab the handles. Bulma glanced over each man and walked inside the home on her own free will shrugging Vegeta from her arm. The entry way was vaulted with extremely high ceilings. There was a beautiful crystal chandelier lighting the walk way. There were different rooms on either side of the entrance and each room had a pair of doors made from oak. Bulma knew that she should be more nervous about this place now that she was actually here, but she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to wander around the room. There was a large wooden stair case that could fit about eight people across comfortably. At the top of the steps a man stood with the same flame hair style as Vegeta. Aside from the age difference and the goatee, this man looked like he could be Vegeta’s brother.
“Vegeta, my boy I see you have finished the task,” King Vegeta chuckled softly and made his way down the large staircase.
“Yes father, I have finished your dirty work,” He sneered at the old man while walking around him. King Vegeta said nothing more to his son and moved forward to get a better look at Bulma.
“Ah, so this is Ms. Briefs, is it not?” King Vegeta offered her a friendly smile, which Bulma knew not to trust.
King Vegeta offered her a hand. Bulma glanced down at it, “How about we skip this act and you tell me what you want so I can go on with my life, Vegeta senior is it?” Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and tried to stand up for herself.
King Vegeta looked around seeing them all look at one another, not sure what to say or do, “Yes, of course Ms. Briefs you will get to… live your life once you have successfully made what I require.” King Vegeta then turned and walked down one of the halls leading them through the maze of a house.
The group walked onward and finally arrived to a steel door. King Vegeta quickly put in a code on the pin pad, turning the light green and allowing him to open it. They all walked into the room. The room looked to be used as an office. It seemed he didn’t feel comfortable enough to just have a key, and this almost always meant important information. Bulma moved close to the desk and let her eyes wander over the documents. Before she could read anything, Nappa grabbed her and sat her down in one of the chairs.
“I would watch where those pretty little eyes of yours are looking, human,” Nappa squeezed her arm harder getting a tiny cry of pain out of her.
“Easy Nappa, don’t go hurting her,” King Vegeta sat against the desk and glared at the man.
Nappa grunted before letting her go and walked past the chair to stand close to the Prince who seemed to be in his own little world.
“I know your father invents quite a few interesting things, and I know you have obtained these wonderful gifts,” King Vegeta said getting Bulma’s attention.
“Yes, I am able to build many different things if I am given the proper tools,” Bulma said plainly.
“Well, as Vegeta has already told you we have a rogue member of this group,” he held up a photograph, “This is the man, he goes by the name Radditz,” King Vegeta set down the picture after getting a reaction of anger from Nappa.
“What I want you to do is help us make a special weapon design that allows us to fight off his army of vampires he is raising against me.” King Vegeta handed her a document with a list of items he would like to see made as well as supplies and workers.
“So you want me to help you protect yourself from you own kind?” Bulma couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
“Not just my own kind, but the Lycans. He has been dealing with the Lycans leader. This man goes by the name Bardock.” King Vegeta frowned deeply hearing her laugh.
Werewolf’s and vampires were only in horror movies and novels until a couple days ago and she was now being forced to make weapons for these people? Bulma took in a deep breath and folded the piece of paper.
“I need ultra violet ray bullets, and liquid silver for those beasts. I need any idea possible for bombs, and guns that you have. If this isn’t done, your family will be killed. You will forever serve me or whomever I choose for the rest of your pathetic human life. Do I make myself clear, Bulma Briefs?” King Vegeta’s voice lowered and he leaned in closer to her.
Bulma flinched as he threatened her family, “Yes, I understand. I will try-“ Bulma was cut off with a hand smack to the face.
“I didn’t say try, I need you to DO and be God damned successful, you human wench,” With that King Vegeta quickly exited the room along with a chuckling Nappa. Vegeta say against the wall and kept his eyes on her a moment.
“You were lucky, he seemed to be in a good mood,” Vegeta said quickly before chuckling softly.
Bulma’s eyes snapped in his direction as she held her cheek, “A good fucking mood? I am getting sick of everything here,” Bulma felt tears come to her eyes.
“First I am taken by you from my friend’s home and away from my own life, now I am being forced to work for vampires and their fucking cause. I agree and what do I get? A fucking slap in the face!” Bulma yelled in his direction and gasped for breath letting her emotions get the better of her.
Vegeta casually walked to the door, “Get up.” He said and snapped his fingers.
Bulma whipped her eyes and stood angrily and moved past him through the door he opened for her. Outside the door were the two bitches from hell. Nora was grinning evilly in her direct and the other one just sat on a bench unfazed by life, so it seemed.
“Nora, take her to the room my father wants her in,” Vegeta said to them quickly and pushed past Nora who tried to walk up to him and embrace him. Nora looked after him with sadness in her eyes. Bulma noticed the cool exchange between the two and didn’t move an inch. Nora turned quickly and glared in Bulma’s direction.
“Come with me,” She turned quickly and moved down the hallway to the main entrance. Nora led her up the main stairway and through the hallways above. Nora reached into her dress pants and pulled out a key to the door. She quickly unlocked it and it opened to a spacious room. The bed was beautifully dressed. She had two windows, but unfortunately there they were covered by steel plates. The lamps were already on and lighting the room around her. She walked in and grabbed for the drawers seeing that all of her clothing was already placed inside. She checked the closet; it too had her dresses and pants. She hurried to the bathroom and noticed everything was in there for her to use to get ready for the days.
“Don’t get used to staying here, because the sooner you are gone the better.” Nora tone was cruel, and Bulma didn’t like it one bit.
Bulma walked into the main room and frowned at Nora, “You know I don’t know what I did to you, but I think you need to just leave me alone. I will be gone just as quickly as I came. I will do as the Devil commands and I am leaving,” Bulma assured the woman.
Nora let out a loud chuckle, “Oh yes, of course just that easy. Just to put your mind at ease, King Vegeta doesn’t let any of his employee’s leave alive,” Nora wiggled her fingers at Bulma and she walked to the door. Nora then turned and smiled at Bulma, “Sleep tight don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Nora grinned at Bulma letting her get a view of her sharp fangs elongating in her mouth before she shut the door and locked it.
Bulma let out a small cry of defeat. That was so reassuring. This woman that was the definition of pure evil just told her that she wasn’t going to be making it out of here alive. Bulma fell back against the soft bed and looked up at the high ceiling. Why in god’s name would she even listen to that woman? She obviously had it out for her. She got it, Nora was with Vegeta, but it wasn’t like she was going to be going after that prick. It was the last thing on her mind. She needed to help this King create the weapons he needed and get away from this place and go back to being completely oblivious to the fact that there are vampires and werewolves.
Bulma laughed to herself and placed her hands over her face. Oh yes, that is how she would do it, just forget. Was forgetting even possible?
“I brought you something,” a deep voice said to her from across the room interrupting her private moment to herself.
Bulma immediately jumped and screamed loudly, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it, “Vegeta what the hell are you doing sneaking up on me?” Bulma shouted at him. Her eyebrows knitted and placed the pillow in her lap.
He was holding a white gown that looked to be strapless and had an interesting pattern on the front near the upper portion, giving it that lacey look. He opened the closet and placed it inside, “tomorrow night we are having guests over from the other clans. They are here to hear about the plans in attacking the Lycans as well as Radditz,” Vegeta closed the closet.
Bulma looked at him a bit confused, “Alright, where did you get that dress, and I am obviously invited?” She asked him keeping herself on the bed.
“Yes you are to create the weapons, so I suggest you figure out how you are going to do this before attenting,” Vegeta suggested, “Also, this dress was from Rosalie. She wanted you to have something nice to wear.” Bulma nodded hearing what she wanted to know.
“Well, tell her thank-you.” Bulma said seeing him them turn and move toward the door, “Vegeta…?” Bulma stopped him quickly. He turned and glanced in her direction. Those dark eyes roaming over her form as they have done a number of times.
“I couldn’t help but notice how uninterested you are with this whole thing, why do you not seem as upset about everything like all the others?” Bulma boldly asked.
Vegeta’s cheek twitched a bit and he faced her, “Radditz was a good friend of mine. He was closer than most men. He was a true friend, and I guess I am still a bit surprised that he would go against his fellow brothers like this,” Bulma could tell he was tormented by his friends betrayal. To see this sort of emotion from him was quite new, as he usually showed no remorse or feelings about anything.
“I am sorry that your friend did that to you and your father,” Bulma gave him a small smile.
“I don’t need your sympathy woman, or anyone else’s for the matter. Forget what I have told you. I suggest you direct your energy toward your task and stay away from my business.” Vegeta pulled up that front that he had up. The door was then slammed and locked and she was once again alone to deal with this issue she called life.
Also for you B/V fans, do not worry the time will come when they will become more intimate. This is a B/V fanfiction!
I hope you liked that chapter, and if you could review that would be great.
Thank-you!
Mallie-3
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The Devil Himself
Alright this is chapter 5 of Vampire Prince. Bulma is going to have her hands full.
I hope you like it and happy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. I only write to entertain my mind.
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She waited another full day in that dreadful place before she was allowed to smell the fresh air of the living once again. Bulma was grateful to see the blackness of the night sky. Vegeta had her rounded up near the entrance of the old tomb. Bulma looked around noticed the graves in this place were hundreds of years old. The only people to come around would be the grounds keepers. Bulma was shoved none too lightly to the edge of the road. Vegeta’s fingers were tightly wrapped around her upper arm and he waited calmly.Bulma chewed on her lower lip and looked around feeling a bit of awkwardness in the silence, “Let me guess, our ride is late?” Bulma asked and rolled her eyes a bit irritated from being held in that damp place for so long.
Vegeta answered with a soft grunt and let her go. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He flipped it up and spoke gruffly, “Yeah” , he listened a moment and then responded quickly as before, “Good,” with a quick movement of his fingers the phone was closed and placed carefully back into his pocket.
Bulma’s eyebrows raised a bit as she looked over his face, curious as to what that five second conversation was about.
“So, was that your little blood sucker buddies?” she pursed her lips and kicked a few of the gravel rocks near her feet in the grass.
“Yes, they are here.” Vegeta said calmly looking toward the dark entrance of the cemetery.
A pair of headlights entered and made their way around the winding roads of the cemetery. As the vehicle got closer to them she could hear the crunching of the gravel rocks beneath its tires. She stepped back noticing the black E350 Mercedes Sedan did not care for her toes. Bulma’s arms immediately wrapped around her body, scared to see what would come out of that car. The car gave no clue as to who was inside because the windows were all tinted black. Bulma glanced up at Vegeta, who had a grin across his lips. A small little man opened the driver’s side and scurried around to open the backdoor, which was facing them. The nervous little man moved to the side to allow the large man to step out.
He wore a dark grey pin striped suit with a little accent in his upper pocket, which was red. His shoes were exceptionally shiny and as he stood Bulma almost forgot to breath. The man grinned showing off his bright white smile as he straightened his jacket. His mustache was as black as night and his eyes matched. The only thing missing was the hair on his head.
“Ah Nappa, it is great to see you old friend,” Vegeta reached out to take the giants hand.
Bulma looked between the two men, and for a moment she really hoped that Vegeta was going to be coming with them.
“Vegeta, it is very good to see you, but you father has told me get you and scientists daughter back to the manor as quick as possible,” Nappa said loudly as his eyes scanned down to the blue haired woman at Vegeta’s side, “You know your father hates to wait,” Nappa reached down and touched a few of the locks of her blue hair.
Vegeta cleared his throat and grabbed Bulma by the hand, “Yes well let’s not delay any longer, Nappa,” Vegeta spoke quickly moving Bulma inside the Sedan and he slid in next to her, “You may take the front Nappa,” Vegeta grinned before shutting the door keeping Nappa’s wandering eyes off of Bulma.
Nappa raised a brow and the little man near the back door quickly opened the passenger door allowing Nappa to enter before closing it softly. The man ran back to the driver’s side and drove off.
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Bulma sat as far away from Vegeta on the ride home as she could. The ride to this manor Nappa spoke of was a long ride. They had been in the car for, what felt like, hours. Bulma couldn’t see out her window what so ever and there was a black tinted window blocking her view of the front of the vehicle. Bulma rested her head against the cool glass when Vegeta finally spoke after nearly the entire car ride was silent, except for the muffled talking in the front from Nappa.“I had Rose and Nora collected most of your clothing and toiletries from your apartment,” his voice was soft but deep as usual.
Bulma’s head immediately rose and she straightened her body against the back of the seat, “Oh, thank-you?” she said blinking a few times.
“No need to thank me, you can thank them when you arrive at my father’s manor. They will show you to your room,” Vegeta said quickly glancing over at Bulma, his black eyes scanning over her form once before looking away.
Bulma didn’t know what to say. She was honestly quite offended that he allowed someone else to go through her things and didn’t allow her to select her own things. The car finally came to a stop after hours of travel and more silence.
Bulma could hear the soft clicking of that skinny little drive outside of her door. It quickly opened and the man gave her a nervous smile before motioning for her to exit the car. Bulma stepped out and rubbed her eyes. It had to be early morning. She happened to casually look up to see an enormous manor surrounded by a massive amount of trees, which hid the house nicely. She noticed the shutters covering the windows of the gothic style home were steel plated. It was most likely to keep the sun out during the day and intruders from breaking in.
In front of the manor there was a brilliant fountain and the creatures in the middle resembled those of a demonic nature. Bulma felt a chill spin down her spine and she jumped a little when Vegeta’s cool finger tips came in contact with her bare arm.
“This way, woman,” Vegeta said as he pulled her up the marble steps of the manor.
Two men opened the double doors just as they made it close enough to grab the handles. Bulma glanced over each man and walked inside the home on her own free will shrugging Vegeta from her arm. The entry way was vaulted with extremely high ceilings. There was a beautiful crystal chandelier lighting the walk way. There were different rooms on either side of the entrance and each room had a pair of doors made from oak. Bulma knew that she should be more nervous about this place now that she was actually here, but she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to wander around the room. There was a large wooden stair case that could fit about eight people across comfortably. At the top of the steps a man stood with the same flame hair style as Vegeta. Aside from the age difference and the goatee, this man looked like he could be Vegeta’s brother.
“Vegeta, my boy I see you have finished the task,” King Vegeta chuckled softly and made his way down the large staircase.
“Yes father, I have finished your dirty work,” He sneered at the old man while walking around him. King Vegeta said nothing more to his son and moved forward to get a better look at Bulma.
“Ah, so this is Ms. Briefs, is it not?” King Vegeta offered her a friendly smile, which Bulma knew not to trust.
King Vegeta offered her a hand. Bulma glanced down at it, “How about we skip this act and you tell me what you want so I can go on with my life, Vegeta senior is it?” Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and tried to stand up for herself.
King Vegeta looked around seeing them all look at one another, not sure what to say or do, “Yes, of course Ms. Briefs you will get to… live your life once you have successfully made what I require.” King Vegeta then turned and walked down one of the halls leading them through the maze of a house.
The group walked onward and finally arrived to a steel door. King Vegeta quickly put in a code on the pin pad, turning the light green and allowing him to open it. They all walked into the room. The room looked to be used as an office. It seemed he didn’t feel comfortable enough to just have a key, and this almost always meant important information. Bulma moved close to the desk and let her eyes wander over the documents. Before she could read anything, Nappa grabbed her and sat her down in one of the chairs.
“I would watch where those pretty little eyes of yours are looking, human,” Nappa squeezed her arm harder getting a tiny cry of pain out of her.
“Easy Nappa, don’t go hurting her,” King Vegeta sat against the desk and glared at the man.
Nappa grunted before letting her go and walked past the chair to stand close to the Prince who seemed to be in his own little world.
“I know your father invents quite a few interesting things, and I know you have obtained these wonderful gifts,” King Vegeta said getting Bulma’s attention.
“Yes, I am able to build many different things if I am given the proper tools,” Bulma said plainly.
“Well, as Vegeta has already told you we have a rogue member of this group,” he held up a photograph, “This is the man, he goes by the name Radditz,” King Vegeta set down the picture after getting a reaction of anger from Nappa.
“What I want you to do is help us make a special weapon design that allows us to fight off his army of vampires he is raising against me.” King Vegeta handed her a document with a list of items he would like to see made as well as supplies and workers.
“So you want me to help you protect yourself from you own kind?” Bulma couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.
“Not just my own kind, but the Lycans. He has been dealing with the Lycans leader. This man goes by the name Bardock.” King Vegeta frowned deeply hearing her laugh.
Werewolf’s and vampires were only in horror movies and novels until a couple days ago and she was now being forced to make weapons for these people? Bulma took in a deep breath and folded the piece of paper.
“I need ultra violet ray bullets, and liquid silver for those beasts. I need any idea possible for bombs, and guns that you have. If this isn’t done, your family will be killed. You will forever serve me or whomever I choose for the rest of your pathetic human life. Do I make myself clear, Bulma Briefs?” King Vegeta’s voice lowered and he leaned in closer to her.
Bulma flinched as he threatened her family, “Yes, I understand. I will try-“ Bulma was cut off with a hand smack to the face.
“I didn’t say try, I need you to DO and be God damned successful, you human wench,” With that King Vegeta quickly exited the room along with a chuckling Nappa. Vegeta say against the wall and kept his eyes on her a moment.
“You were lucky, he seemed to be in a good mood,” Vegeta said quickly before chuckling softly.
Bulma’s eyes snapped in his direction as she held her cheek, “A good fucking mood? I am getting sick of everything here,” Bulma felt tears come to her eyes.
“First I am taken by you from my friend’s home and away from my own life, now I am being forced to work for vampires and their fucking cause. I agree and what do I get? A fucking slap in the face!” Bulma yelled in his direction and gasped for breath letting her emotions get the better of her.
Vegeta casually walked to the door, “Get up.” He said and snapped his fingers.
Bulma whipped her eyes and stood angrily and moved past him through the door he opened for her. Outside the door were the two bitches from hell. Nora was grinning evilly in her direct and the other one just sat on a bench unfazed by life, so it seemed.
“Nora, take her to the room my father wants her in,” Vegeta said to them quickly and pushed past Nora who tried to walk up to him and embrace him. Nora looked after him with sadness in her eyes. Bulma noticed the cool exchange between the two and didn’t move an inch. Nora turned quickly and glared in Bulma’s direction.
“Come with me,” She turned quickly and moved down the hallway to the main entrance. Nora led her up the main stairway and through the hallways above. Nora reached into her dress pants and pulled out a key to the door. She quickly unlocked it and it opened to a spacious room. The bed was beautifully dressed. She had two windows, but unfortunately there they were covered by steel plates. The lamps were already on and lighting the room around her. She walked in and grabbed for the drawers seeing that all of her clothing was already placed inside. She checked the closet; it too had her dresses and pants. She hurried to the bathroom and noticed everything was in there for her to use to get ready for the days.
“Don’t get used to staying here, because the sooner you are gone the better.” Nora tone was cruel, and Bulma didn’t like it one bit.
Bulma walked into the main room and frowned at Nora, “You know I don’t know what I did to you, but I think you need to just leave me alone. I will be gone just as quickly as I came. I will do as the Devil commands and I am leaving,” Bulma assured the woman.
Nora let out a loud chuckle, “Oh yes, of course just that easy. Just to put your mind at ease, King Vegeta doesn’t let any of his employee’s leave alive,” Nora wiggled her fingers at Bulma and she walked to the door. Nora then turned and smiled at Bulma, “Sleep tight don’t let the bed bugs bite,” Nora grinned at Bulma letting her get a view of her sharp fangs elongating in her mouth before she shut the door and locked it.
Bulma let out a small cry of defeat. That was so reassuring. This woman that was the definition of pure evil just told her that she wasn’t going to be making it out of here alive. Bulma fell back against the soft bed and looked up at the high ceiling. Why in god’s name would she even listen to that woman? She obviously had it out for her. She got it, Nora was with Vegeta, but it wasn’t like she was going to be going after that prick. It was the last thing on her mind. She needed to help this King create the weapons he needed and get away from this place and go back to being completely oblivious to the fact that there are vampires and werewolves.
Bulma laughed to herself and placed her hands over her face. Oh yes, that is how she would do it, just forget. Was forgetting even possible?
“I brought you something,” a deep voice said to her from across the room interrupting her private moment to herself.
Bulma immediately jumped and screamed loudly, grabbing a pillow and hiding behind it, “Vegeta what the hell are you doing sneaking up on me?” Bulma shouted at him. Her eyebrows knitted and placed the pillow in her lap.
He was holding a white gown that looked to be strapless and had an interesting pattern on the front near the upper portion, giving it that lacey look. He opened the closet and placed it inside, “tomorrow night we are having guests over from the other clans. They are here to hear about the plans in attacking the Lycans as well as Radditz,” Vegeta closed the closet.
Bulma looked at him a bit confused, “Alright, where did you get that dress, and I am obviously invited?” She asked him keeping herself on the bed.
“Yes you are to create the weapons, so I suggest you figure out how you are going to do this before attenting,” Vegeta suggested, “Also, this dress was from Rosalie. She wanted you to have something nice to wear.” Bulma nodded hearing what she wanted to know.
“Well, tell her thank-you.” Bulma said seeing him them turn and move toward the door, “Vegeta…?” Bulma stopped him quickly. He turned and glanced in her direction. Those dark eyes roaming over her form as they have done a number of times.
“I couldn’t help but notice how uninterested you are with this whole thing, why do you not seem as upset about everything like all the others?” Bulma boldly asked.
Vegeta’s cheek twitched a bit and he faced her, “Radditz was a good friend of mine. He was closer than most men. He was a true friend, and I guess I am still a bit surprised that he would go against his fellow brothers like this,” Bulma could tell he was tormented by his friends betrayal. To see this sort of emotion from him was quite new, as he usually showed no remorse or feelings about anything.
“I am sorry that your friend did that to you and your father,” Bulma gave him a small smile.
“I don’t need your sympathy woman, or anyone else’s for the matter. Forget what I have told you. I suggest you direct your energy toward your task and stay away from my business.” Vegeta pulled up that front that he had up. The door was then slammed and locked and she was once again alone to deal with this issue she called life.
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Alright everyone, that was chapter 5. There is more to come soon enough. I am trying to plan ahead by checking out my other chapters I have written. I am trying to get more ideas for later chapters. Also for you B/V fans, do not worry the time will come when they will become more intimate. This is a B/V fanfiction!
I hope you liked that chapter, and if you could review that would be great.
Thank-you!
Mallie-3
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