Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ The Clans ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6


The Clans


Yay for chapter 6!


Well… anyway here is the next chapter. Enjoy!


Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any of its characters. I write purely to amuse myself.



Bulma had little sleep that night. She couldn’t tell at all what time it was. The steel plated windows were messing with her circadian rhythm. After looking at pathetic excuse for a clock they gave her, she realized that it was only six in the morning. She pulled the covers from her legs and stood up and walked to the door. She placed her ear to the door and wiggled the door knob a bit noticing they still had it locked from the outside.


She was not going to be leaving this room until someone came to get her. Bulma decided it was best to take another shower. Her body rejoiced when she took one the night before. Before that it had been a couple days that she had been sitting in the same underwear and dress. Her hair had interesting things caught in it and she knew she smelled terrible. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her appearance. She and small bags under her eyes and she looked more pale than usual. She had major bed head after falling asleep with wet hair and her mouth tasted horrible.


Bulma reacted for her toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth, and rinsed her mouth leaving her teeth and breath, clean and minty fresh.


Bulma quickly jumped into the shower and lathered her hair with shampoo. Leaning against the tiled wall of the shower, Bulma closed her eyes and basked in the warmth of the water running down the front of her body.


Bulma stepped out of the shower onto a shower mat, and reached for the towel. She dried her body and wrapped the towel tightly around herself. Bulma grabbed a second towel and wrapped her hair, but stopped as she heard someone was inside her room. She tip toed to the door and peeked out seeing a woman with a tray of food. She was dressed in some sort of property maid attire.


“Excuse me,” Bulma spoke softly trying not to startle the woman as she set up her food near the nightstand.


But of course as soon as Bulma spoke the woman jumped and turned placing a hand on her chest. She smiled and spoke, “Oh, hello miss. I thought you were still in the shower. I was told to bring you your breakfast and leave,” the nervous woman quickly made her way across the floor toward the exit.


“Wait!” Bulma called to the woman, running after her in just a towel, “I couldn’t be sure but have you heard anything? Why am I being locked in my room?” Bulma asked the woman and swallowed hard seeing bite marks on her forearm and neck. She was human.


“I am told nothing, miss.  I am to do my job and that is all I know, please” the woman pleaded, “Allow me to leave before the master gets angry and wonders why I am not tending to my other duties.” Bulma nodded and allowed her to leave quickly. The door then locked once again and she was left alone.


Bulma paced her room very disturbed to see how these poor humans acted here. They were obviously slaves in this household. Those bite marks made her quiver in fear, for she was scared she might become a snack for some blood frenzied vampire.


Bulma walked over to take a look at her meal. There was two eggs, a couple slices of bacon, toast that had been buttered, hash browns, and a cup of steaming coffee with cream and sugar on the side. Bulma was impressed. She sat down and started to eat her meal. She was quite hungry and this was the best thing she had in a couple days.



During the day she was offered another meal close to noon and ate that willingly. All the other times of the day Bulma was trying to come up with ways to entertain herself. She made a dress out of toilet paper and even a matching hat to go with it. She then tore it up after wrapping it around her body. She made little balls and played paper toss.


But then she was forced into thinking about what she was going to say at this ‘dinner’ party tonight. What would they eat at a dinner party? She found that to be absolutely absurd. Vampires that only drink blood having a dinner party. Bulma shrugged and lay across the bed looking at the interesting designs on the ceiling.


It was almost five pm and not one person had come to visit her. Three minutes after five, someone unlocked the door and then knocked a few times. The person peeked in and smiled brightly at her. She had rich brown hair and a pair of very black eyes. She looked to be in her early forties, and she was beautiful. Her short hairstyle was very cute and matched her height. She wore a deep blue dress that came to her knees showing off her curves. In her hands was a box. She set it on the dresser and turned to face her.


“Well, up with you girl,” the woman smiled warmly at Bulma offering her a hand.


Bulma reached out and took the woman’s cool hand. She could always tell a vampire from a human just by their complexions. They always looked perfectly pale. They were beautiful and flawless except for their black hearts.


“What shall we do with that hair of yours?” the woman asked her as she ran her fingers through her strands of blue hair.


“My hair? Well, I was just going to straighten it,” Bulma admitted giving a small shrug.


“Oh nonsense, you need to put it up. It is long enough to put it up nicely. Let’s get started shall we?” she asked her giving her a smile and showing off her brightly whitened teeth.


“I am Doris by the way, and you are Bulma from what Vegeta has told me,” Doris grabbed her box and opened it on the bed, taking out some spray and a comb. She began to tease Bulma’s hair and had it up in a beautiful twist. She straightened Bulma’s bangs and spritzed her with more spray.


Bulma gagged getting a bit of the hairspray in her mouth. Doris chuckled and walked to the closet pulling out the dress that Vegeta had put in there earlier.


“Oh this is a lovely dress,” Doris’ eyes twinkled brightly as she threw her a saucy look over her shoulder.


“I didn’t really get a good look at it,” Bulma walked up to inspect it carefully, running her fingers over the lacey texture near the top. Bulma smiled softly and grabbed it from Doris.


“I will wait outside and you let me know when you are finished,” Doris smiled and closed the door behind her giving Bulma sometime to put on the dress.


She took off her clothing and slipped her dress on. She was cautious of her hair in the process. After getting it on she held it close to her body inspecting herself in the full length mirror. The dress was tight fitting till about mid-thigh and then became lose all the way to her feet. “Well, at least it’s a nice dress.” Bulma shrugged and called for Doris to come back in.


Doris hurried behind her and zipped her up, “Ah you look absolutely radiant in that dress. White is a good color on you. But let me liven up your face a bit so this dress doesn’t wash you out.”


Doris helped her with make-up and everything making Bulma look stunning. Bulma wasn’t quite sure why she was being helped by this woman, but she didn’t think it was that important for captive to look nice.


Bulma and Doris were allowed to leave the room. Bulma took advantage of this moment. She was absolutely thrilled she didn’t have to spend the rest of her night in that box. Doris grabbed Bulma by the hand carefully and had her follow down some stairs away from the main stairway. They then arrived in a large room. It was a good size for parties, but cozy enough to be placed in a home.


“Not to worry dear I will be with you tonight. I don’t want those clan members to pull anything funny.” Doris pursed her lips and looked around at the gathering of men. Doris let her for a brief moment to speak with King Vegeta who motioned for her to come speak with him. Doris had left her alone to fend for herself, so much for her sticking by her side all night.


The gathering was a formal, but Bulma could have guessed as much. The men were wearing suits, and were gathered close to one another conversing. There were multiple women in the room, but their dresses were very provocative showing off their bountiful cleavage and a lot of thigh. Not to her surprise some of them had puncture wounds on their wrists and necks; they were human.


Bulma stepped into the room a little further, but no one seemed to notice she was there, except for one particular person. The soul piercing gaze of the vampire prince caught her by surprise. She bit her lower lip and glanced away quickly before looking back to see if he was still staring at her.


Vegeta had a grin on his lips. He started to walk in her direction causing her to become flustered.


“Well, I see the dress fits you nicely… and in all the right places,” Vegeta grinning at her closing the distance between them quickly, which gave her little room to move without brushing him.


Bulma said nothing and only blushed in response. She casually looked him over and lifted her eyes to meet his, “You look quite nice yourself,” Bulma tried to compliment him.


Vegeta noticed her soft blush and chuckled deeply, “You blush as if I have said something completely inappropriate. You blush like a virgin,” Vegeta smirked seeing her eyes snap back in his direct and her smile disappear from her lips.


“I am not a virgin!” Bulma quickly said and crossed her arms over her chest.


“Oh you’re not?” Vegeta ask leaning in a bit closer letting his eyes roam over her body.


“I mean, I am not inexperienced.” She quickly defended herself, “Get out of my face and go find your lost puppy, I am sure she would love to show you attention if you asked,” Bulma looked in Nora’s direction, and then turned her back to him.


King Vegeta then clapped his hands and called everyone to the long table in the middle of the room.


Vegeta leaned in to whisper in Bulma’s ear, “this isn’t over, woman.”


Bulma shivered and quickly followed after Doris who came to collect her.


Everyone was seated around the table. Bulma sat near the end and the higher ups were sitting closest to the king. Bulma leaned in a bit curious about the three people that were closest to the king.


“Doris, can you tell me who those people are?” Bulma asked the small woman next to her.


Doris scooted closer to Bulma trying not to draw attention as the clan leaders spoke to the King and the Prince.


“The one on the Prince Vegeta’s right is from the clan, Nosferatu and her name is Johanna. It is said she killed her lover so she could take over the clan. It worked if it is true.” Doris showed apparent disgust and glanced back toward the group.


The woman Doris spoke of was quite thin and pale like normal vampires she had laid eyes on. She had very light blonde hair that was pulled back in a very formal style. She was wearing a woman’s suit. Her lips were painted blood red and her claw light nails were black. Her face was very feminine and her eyes were ice blue. The woman was eerily beautiful.


Bulma quickly glanced in Johanna’s direction. She would have never guessed a woman like that would actually kill the one she loved to gain more power, but she guessed it wasn’t all that hard to believe. They did kill and torment some people for the sport. Doris’ attention then turned to the man next to King Vegeta, who was at the head of the table.


“The man to King Vegeta’s left is a very arrogant man,” Doris chuckled, “He is the founder of the Giovanni clan, he loved his name so much he named it after himself you see. He is closest to King Vegeta because they are so much alike. They are both arrogant.” Doris smiled softly.


The deep blue eyed man that Doris spoke of was deeply in conversation with King Vegeta. His long black hair was tightly tied back in a ponytail. He wore a black suit with a red power tie. He was handsome, and just like the King he had a goatee that was perfectly trimmed.


“The man next to Giovanni is Julian; he is the leader of clan Brujah.” Doris placed her arms on the table.


Bulma leaned forward a bit to see this man. He had short brown hair. He looked very young. But of course she needed to realize that many of these vampires surrounding her weren’t as they seemed. She couldn’t see much more of that man without giving away that she was staring.


“Stay away from him; he is not a good man. But then again you want to stay away from many of the men in this house. They are ruthless.” She warned Bulma, “But Julian should never be trusted.”


Bulma smiled at her and nodded. She felt even more alone then before. She wasn’t sure who she should be talking to. Was Doris even safe to speak to?


King Vegeta then stood up and motioned a hand to Bulma and nodded to her, “My brothers and sisters, I wish to introduce you to the human that will be assisting me with the weapons starting as soon as possible,” King Vegeta said and allowed his eyes to grace the faces of those sitting around the table.


“This woman is the daughter of the well-known owner of Capsule Corp. and she herself has the same gifts as her old man.” King Vegeta grinned in her direction.


To Bulma’s surprise he quickly went over the details in which the project would be following. He did not once ask her to stand and speak. Doris grabbed her hand and winked at her.


After he was done explaining and everyone showed their apparent pleasure in this plan everyone spoke amongst themselves. Each one of the clan leaders eyes were on her. She had been a ghost in the room before and now everyone paid attention to her. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.


After the introduction and the play by play on their plan to attack the Lycan’s and Radditz, the traitor, King Vegeta held up his hands to quiet the room.


“I would like to thank-you all for coming to my home. As soon as the product is mass produced we will be distributing it to the clan members. You will be contacted.” King Vegeta said.


“Now, a special treat for you all,” King Vegeta motioned to the men near a door different from the entrance.


In a single file line nine young women entered the room. They each wore matching dresses. Their hair was up tightly on top of their heads exposing their necks. Their wrists were cuffed. They were all different shapes and heights. Some looked like they had been crying and some looked too scared to even breath. All of them were dressed up like prized cattle. Bulma looked at Doris a bit confused.


“I have had the cream of the crop found just for this occasion. Three women each are a gift to each clan leader and their family.” King Vegeta bowed his head in respect to them.


Bulma looked down at the table. She was unable to look at these girls because she knew how upset she would be if she was stuck in their position. As soon as she knew it was safe she let Doris know she was going to take a breather. No one but Doris would notice. They were all too preoccupied with the women being displayed.


Bulma found herself in the main entry way and sat down on the steps. Loosened the strap on each shoe and kicked them off allowing her poor feet a break. She stretched her back before placing her elbows on her thighs, supporting her head in her hands.


Bulma’s attention was gained when a voice spoke to her from the darkness.


“So your Ms. Bulma Briefs, the scientists daughter?” Julian’s said as he walked out showing himself to her.


Bulma looked up and straightened her body knowing this was the very man that Doris had told her to stay away from.


“You know it is very dangerous to be wandering the halls of this place.” Julian smiled revealing his fangs to her.


“I am sorry, I am Julian,” he closed his lips after speaking.


“Nice to meet you Julian, I am sorry but I think I should get back” Bulma grabbed her shoes and hurried past him.


Before she could make it to the hallway that lead back to the gathering, Bulma was slammed against a wall hard causing the light fixtures rattled from the impact. Bulma gasped and dropped her shoes. Her body shook in fear seeing his face was inches from hers. He had very bright green eyes, but they quickly turned a deep blood red. His head tilted to the side taking in her scent.


Bulma pushed on his chest, “Please…I am sorry to have offended you, but I need to get back,” her lower lip trembled and her eyes widened seeing his fang grow longer than before. Bulma let out a small whimper.


“Oh, I will allow you back but just as soon as I get a small taste,” Julian growled lowly gripping Bulma’s neck, forcing it to the side.

Julian lunged forward to pierce the flesh. Bulma closed her eyes and shrieked loudly. Her body tensed prepared to take the force of his fangs. Before his fangs hit home, Julian was yanked from her and thrown across the room. His body smashed into a table that displayed a vase, crushing both.


“Julian you ignorant fool, you were not to touch the Kings property. If you would have done anything to damage the goods you would have been stripped of your title,” Vegeta sneered at the man as he picked himself up off the floor.


“You are lucky I don’t report you to my father,” Vegeta spat.


Bulma slumped against wall slowly sliding to the floor. She placed a hand to her neck feeling for any puncture wounds.


Vegeta’s eyes blazed red and his fangs were barred, “Now, I suggest you get back to the gathering and use one of your blood slaves and keep away from what does not belong to you,” Vegeta growled deeply, keeping his eyes on her attacker.


“You will regret that, little Prince,” Julian looked him up and down before leaving their sight.


Bulma watched Vegeta as he approached her. His hand opened, offering to help her off the floor. Bulma accepted it quickly and she was lifted from the marble floor.


Vegeta placed his hand on either side of her face and inspected her carefully, “Are you alright?” he asked looking deeply into her eyes.


Bulma pushed his hands away from her face, “Oh of course, your precious property is just fine. I was almost eaten by a guest, but I am just fine,” Bulma said sarcastically.


Bulma wrapped her arms around her body and catch her breath trying to slow her heart rate. It felt like her heart would pound from her chest.


“You are here and alive because my father wishes it,” Vegeta said, a bit angry that she pushed him away. “Be grateful my father gave you this opportunity.”


Bulma glanced up at him and frowned, “Oh yes, I am grateful that I am alive now and this wonderful opportunity to help blood suckers is my life goal! What will happen to me after I fulfill your father’s wishes?” Bulma asked watching his expression. She got her answer and turned away more frustrated than before.


“That is what I thought. I am to die when this is all done and over.” Bulma felt tears come to her eyes. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. She was disposable. She was worth nothing to these people.


“You won’t die if you allow me to help you,” Vegeta said softly, getting her attention.


“Help me?” Bulma asked him. She turned to face him and wiped her eyes.


“I will take you for myself.” Vegeta said.


“You will take me?” Bulma shot him a look of disgust, “Oh what am I to be your ‘property’ after your father has no need for me?”


“Yes, you will be mine. It is better than dying, right?” Vegeta asked her grabbing her arm and pulling her to him, “You could just be mine,” he spoke quietly.


“I will not be like those girls in there, Vegeta.” Bulma glared up at him.


Vegeta looked down at her there was raw emotion in his eyes, and he was having trouble expressing it. Just as quickly as he showed her that small bit of concern it was gone, “You will do as you are told, if I request you as my own when this is done you will do as I command,” Vegeta barred his fangs to her and pulled her even tighter to his body. His mouth crushed to hers in a rough kiss. Bulma gasped and struggled momentarily before relaxing and allowing him to kiss her. His lips softened against hers and his tongue brushed her lips, seeking entrance. Bulma opened her lips, allowing his tongue passage. His tongue dipped into her mouth grazing hers. His arms wrapped around her small form, groaning against her mouth. Vegeta than quickly shoved her to the ground disappearing. She stayed on the ground a moment and looked around. She blinked a few times, reaching up to touch her lips.



Doris had come to collect her from the marble floor moments after Vegeta had mysteriously disappeared. She scolded Bulma, telling her she wore a white dress and she could see dirt clearly. Bulma paid little attention to the woman’s rants. Doris had no idea what had happened just a short time before she arrived.


“Come on, Bulma, let’s get you to your room,” Doris brushed off Bulma’s dress and helped her back to her room. “King Vegeta is speaking to the men, he told me escort you back.”


She walked all the way to her room bare footed. She entered and dropped to the bed.


“What in heaven’s name is wrong, you have said hardly one word all the way up here,” Doris cupped Bulma’s face.


Bulma looked up at the woman and frowned some, “Why are you so nice to me, Doris?”


Doris’ face softened a bit and she offered Bulma a kind smile.


“My dear child, I feel that what they do to humans is quite cruel at times,” Doris admitted to her as she turned around and opened one of the drawers of Bulma’s dresser.


“So you disagree with what King Vegeta does, than why do you stay?” Bulma watched as the woman pulled out a nightgown and offered her the garment.


“Off with that bloody dress,” Doris gave her a look of irritation.


Bulma lifted the dress up and over her head letting it fall to the floor. Slipping the nightgown over her head, Bulma stood and straightened before sitting back on the edge of the bed.


“The reason why I stay is complicated, sweet girl,” Doris said quietly, “I shall tell you my tale someday, but for now I wish you to know I am a friend and not an enemy.” Doris said as she reached up pulling the bobby pins from Bulma’s hair, setting it free to cascade to her shoulders.


“Doris,” Bulma called to her softly.


“Yes dear?” Doris asked noticing the troubled look.


“Those girls…why were they in chains? Why would they do that?” Bulma asked her.


“Those girls are what is called a ‘blood slave’,” Doris explained. “It is when a human is taken by a vampire and used for their desire, whether it is blood and even carnal pleasures.” Doris explained calmly.


Bulma looked down and ran her fingers through her hair thinking about Vegeta’s claim before Doris found her. She didn’t want to be a blood slave.


“They are forever a slave to their owner, so as long as the owner wishes them alive,” Doris said finally. This caused Bulma to slowly lift her blue gaze to meet her dark pools.


“Good night Doris, I hope to see you soon,” Bulma offered her a fake smile.


Doris smiled softly at Bulma and exited the room and closed the door, locking it after it was shut.


Alright, end of chapter 6.


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