Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Mine ( Chapter 10 )

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Chapter 10


Mine



Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z/GT, or any of its characters. I make no profit what so ever. This is purely for my own amusement and anyone else who wishes to read ;).


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To all the people that have been reviewing on both sites I post on, thank-you. I really appreciate your reviews. They really push me to post. I post quickly because I know how it can be. You get a really good book, and you just don’t want to stop. Of course since I am posting chapters ever couple days or every day, you have to wait for me. I feel your pain that is why I have been busting my ass for you guys. Also I usually try to respond to my reviewers when I can. Rhea0023, I saw your question. I tried to respond but your PMs are disabled. Bulma’s parents don’t have a clue. Her father is busy constantly with work, and her mother has her “head in the clouds”. They usually let her deal with her life on her own unless she calls them. So, they will not know for a while. XD


For those who are watching the super bowl today I hope you all have a great time! I know I will. I’ll drink one for you. Hehe
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The Lycan den outside of Satan city was a large underground facility that housed the Lycan warriors. They didn’t want to be detected by the outside world. Of course there were many different facilities, or lone Lycan’s in the world, but this is where Bardock choose to train his warrior men, along with keeping it safe for the families which dwelled within.


The entry way was far from the main den. It was a large cave just outside of a waterfall. The cave went back about forty feet before the soft ground began to dip and lead into blackness. There were a series of tunnels under the ground, and of course one way lead to the main den. The Lycan’s would use their noses to find their way through the tunnels even though it was dark and they could see, but so could their enemies. They didn’t want the Vampires to easily find their way right to the main entrance because they themselves were able to see in the dark as well, so scent was applied. Along these walls Bardock had his men make scent trails all the way to the correct entry way so allies could smell their way to the right door. Others would find it quite difficult to make their way in the maze. If the Vampires were stupid enough to travel their way through the tunnels, they would most likely be ambushed by the Lycan’s.


Bardock stood before the warriors with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes serious and calculating. The room was a large underground training arena. The men had been told to prepare for their attack on the Vampire King’s Manor. They were far from ready. Bardock sneered seeing how quickly some of the fighters needed to change to their beast form in order to overpower the other man. Bardock shook his head and sighed. He knew how weak a Lycan could become after the change took place in battle. The warrior would be weak if he couldn’t stay in beast form during the whole battle he would lose many men.


 Brolli came up next to the leader, “Bardock, may I suggest we hold this attack off for a couple days, allow me to train them with the proper techniques.” His own arms were cross over his bare muscled chest, the mark of the Lycan was adorned on Brolli’s right pectoral. The mark looked like a distorted paw birth mark, and each woman and man born with the Lycan blood had it in the same spot.  


Bardock let out a frustrated sigh, “Yes, tell the men we will hold off. You will train these men and make sure they are good and ready,” Bardock turned and stormed out of his training facility kicking the door open on his way out.


Brolli looked over his shoulder and waited for Bardock to be out of range. He lifted his dark eyes to the training floor. The large man’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed golden as he let his arms drop to his sides. Brolli stalked over to the men his face distorted as his eyes flashed gold once again. His fists were clenched at his sides. He allowed the beast to come to the surface just enough to get their attention. His mouth and nose started to shift, his teeth elongated and from his throat, a loud snarl escaped.


That very instant the room went quiet. Those who were in beast form quickly shifted back to their human forms. Everyone collected in straight lines before Brolli. The massive man shuddered controlling his beast form once again. His face was back to normal, as were his teeth. The only thing that still was showing was his golden eyes.


“You all are pathetic. We will not be attacking the vampire manor because you fools would be going to your deaths. We will train properly and we will get you pups ready.” He sneered. “Yes I called you pups; you will not call yourself Lycan until you have proved to act like it in battle.”


The men before him replied with a ‘yes sir,’ and awaited details.


Bulma rolled in the small bed in her new room. Her eyes rolled around under her eyelids, she was dreaming. Her chest was heaving and her legs were rubbing together as she lay flat on her back.


She could feel breathing on her neck and the soft scrap of his fangs along her jugular. Her back arched for him, allowing her fingers to brush over his strong well shaped arms. Her lips parted and allowed a soft moan to escape her lips.


Bulma’s hands ran down her chest tracing the material of her nightgown. She was breathing heavy as she slept. Her head rolled to the side.


She felt his hands sliding the straps of her nightgown past her shoulders. Her breasts were exposed and the cool air caused her nipples to peak. Just as they were exposed, she felt a warm mouth close around one of her nipples. His warm tongue circled the swollen flesh, teasing her causing her legs to part allowing him to slip between her thighs. Vegeta’s hardened manhood grinded against the fabric covering her core. He wanted her to feel his need for her, his need to be deep within her.


Bulma’s arms were over her head, her legs parted in her sleep. Her nightgown traveled slowly up her legs as she slowly moved her thighs apart. Another moan escaped her lips. Her strap slowly fell from her shoulder. The flimsy material folded over exposing her perfectly peaked nipple.


“Vegeta…” She moaned against his cheek, as her arms clawed at his back. Her nails left crescents along his bare muscled back. Her soft hands traveled up his back and entangled deep in his flame styled hair. His mouth hungrily kissed hers, allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. His rough hands trailed softly from her rounded bottom, along her soft thigh to the knees prying them from his hips and pushed them apart. He looked between her thighs at her covered core. Bulma reached back and gripped the top of the mattress. Her blue eyes flared with passion as she watched him. His dark eyes filled with desire, and his handsome face was concentrated.


Bulma moaned his name in her sleep. She got the attention of the dark figure sitting in her room watching her. The figure stepped closer, even more interested because she spoke a name. Her body was arching and pushing up against an invisible being that she was most likely dreaming about, but he got his answer as to who it was. Vegeta moved closer to the bed, careful not to awaken her. The sight of her exposed breast and the way her body arched as she called his name caused his loins to tighten.  


“Bulma…” he finally whispered to her as his hand traveled to her core, gripping her panties and giving it a rough pull, ripping them clean from her body. She moaned softly and pushed her hips up wanting to feel his hand on her. She was burning up. Vegeta leaned in to press his lips to hers. She gasped against his mouth feeling his fingers invade her swollen core.


“Please…” She begged him, “I need you.”


Vegeta looked at her in awe seeing how her body was responding to a simple dream. He reached out and allowed his fingers to hover over her face, brushing some of the blue strands from her closed eyes. His finger tips lights caressed her flushed cheeks, his eyes narrowed.  He leaned in placing both of his hands on either side of her head. His face was so close to hers. He took in her scent. He couldn’t get enough of it. His lips could feel the warmth radiating from hers. He closed his eyes and brushed his lips to hers softly.


Vegeta shrugged out of his pants and moved between her thighs. Bulma pulled him closer and arched her hips up, grinding against him. “Now…” she growled. His head was buried in her neck. Bulma’s fingers traveled the length of his back. But the stillness was startling. She blinked a few times and pushed up, “Vegeta?”


He pulled back, his fangs bared and his eyes were blood red. There was something different about this face this time. The red in his eyes seemed to bleed out into his skin of his cheeks and around his eyes. It made him look even fiercer. Bulma let out a gasp, “What is wrong with your eyes, Vegeta?” she tried to push him off her.


“Die human filth,” He hissed lunging at her.


Bulma shrieked loudly in her dream waking herself up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She gripped her chest and huddled near the head board. Her blue tear filled eyes scanned around the room. She was breathing heavy and her heart was pounding in her chest. Pulling up her nightgown top, she pulled the covers close to her body, “It was only a dream, Bulma,” she reminded herself. Her eyes noticed the door leading to Vegeta’s main rooms was wide open. Not wishing to get out of her bed to shut it, Bulma lay back against the bed with the blankets tightly wrapped around his body. She forced herself to try and fall back asleep.


In the other room just around the corner from the opened door, Vegeta stood with his back against the wall. He had just kissed her and almost got punched in the face by her flailing arms. He could tell something was wrong just as her writhing body turned tense. The scream caused him to flee from the room in a split second. He didn’t want her to know he was in her room. He closed his eyes and growled angrily. What was wrong with him?



A knock came to King Vegeta’s office door. He frowned deeply and walked over to the screen seeing who it was on the other side. He opened the door and allowed Doris to enter his room. The woman was pacing the floor and her hands were on her hips. She glared up at him. Her red lips were deeply frowning.


“Doris, what brings you here early in the morning?” King Vegeta chuckled softly and moved to his seat.


“What is wrong with you? Humans have become very disposable to you as of lately,” she said with apparent irritation in her tone, “You never used to kill human for sport, or because they were no longer needed. It has gotten out of hand, Vegeta.” She pointed out and moved closer to his side.


King Vegeta looked up at Doris, looking into her dark eyes, “What? You are angry because I almost killed the science woman?” he raised a brow and looked her over quickly before looking back at his papers.


“Yes, I happened to be quite fond of the girl,” Doris grabbed his chin forcing him to look her in the eyes.


The King growled lowly in his throat. He was not happy that she was treating him as a child.


“Doris, you better learn your place,” He grabbed her wrist and yanked her closer, his eyes filled with anger.


“I have kept my lips sealed for years, Vegeta,” her lower lip trembled, “I have given you a son, who has been taught never to show weakness and was raised to be a killer. I have respected you enough throughout these years to keep my lips tightly closed and not interfere with your plans for him. But I do not wish for him to be this way, and you saw a weakness present itself and you wanted to get rid of it.” Doris accused.


“Damnit, Doris! Do you know what they would do to him if they thought a woman had control of him?” He sneered. “They tried to do the same to me when I was with you. I am glad I was able to push you away because you most likely wouldn’t be living right now if I hadn’t forced myself to keep away from you,” King Vegeta admitted to the woman.


Doris looked down at him shocked. She gasped softly and yanked her wrist from his grasp. “I will take that woman from him if it means our son’s safety,” King Vegeta said calmly.


“You bastard, of course power is all you care about, that is why you pushed me away. Your love for power was greater than your love for me and your own son. Well, let me tell you I have done so much for you, and put up with a lot from you. You just remember that. I was your true follower, friend, and love,” Doris turned and quickly exited leaving King Vegeta to think about what she said. His fingers rubbed his temples. She was right, but he would never admit that. His attention was quickly claimed.


King Vegeta saw office phone lit up as it began to ring. The familiar number that popped up made his eyebrow rise. Why is he calling at a time like this?


“Yes?” the King asked the man rudely as he answered, “Your men have found what? Of course…Yes the evening would be fine,” He hung up and chuckled. His large hand reached up and clutched his royal amulet. He had the one around his neck made when he was made King. It was an exact replica. The ancient amulet Julian spoke of was missing for centuries. It would finally be back in royal hands.



Bulma couldn’t sleep. She had been waking up early each morning because her body was in the cycle to working bright and early. Of course she no longer was needed in that department, for the assignment was finished. She was still shaken by the dream. She didn’t know if she should be more disturbed that she had a dream of being with Vegeta in that way, or by the ending. The look on Vegeta’s face was absolutely hungry and not the same. There was something different about him. She had to keep reminding herself that it was just a dream. Yes he was still a dangerous person, no doubt, but the man before her in her dream was not the same. She had all the lights on in her room to put her mind at ease. Her breakfast was brought to her around nine in the morning. She ate it in silence.


Again Bulma’s eyes shifted to the door that was wide open and leading to Vegeta’s rooms. She had not seen that door open like that before. Not since she grabbed her things and was told to leave the room by none other than the Vampire Prince. She huffed and took a bite of her scrambled eggs. That jerk had been giving her the cold shoulder. He wouldn’t even come to see her or use her as she was meant to be used. She didn’t mind personally. It wasn’t like she wished to be a slave. The only thing she cared about was getting the hell out of this place.  


Bulma set her plate aside and slid off the edge of her new bed. She took a step at a time closer and closer to the door that was open. His room was dark and she had not heard him inside. Bulma stepped into the room and looked around seeing there was no one in the room. Bulma turned around and grabbed the handle pulling the door shut. She grabbed her tray that her food was brought in on, and walked to the door. She pushed the door open and walked down the hall way to the main floor. The manor did have a kitchen surprisingly. Their human slaves had to have a kitchen to prepare their food. King Vegeta did allow his human slaves to eat, which was shocking to her.


She saw the double doors at the end of the hall way. Looking down at her tray, Bulma didn’t pay attention to the person on the opposite side that was also making their way toward the swinging doors. Just as Bulma made her way to the doors, the man pushed them, smacking the tray causing her to fall on her bottom. The plate came crashing to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces. The glass cup had the same fate. Bulma cupped her nose and winced in pain, for the doors slammed the tray against her face.


“Oh dear God, I am so sorry miss, I didn’t know someone was coming,” he shut himself up seeing her hand come up, which told him to zip it.


Bulma held back tears of pain and looked down at her hand. Her nose was bleeding, lovely. She looked up to meet a pair of crystal blue eyes. She was stunned. She then forgot all about her bloody nose seeing how handsome this blonde haired, blue eyed man was.


“Oh, it’s no big deal,” Bulma smiled softly in complete awe. She allowed him to help her up. He was tall compared to her. He had to be at least six feet tall.


“But your nose, it’s bleeding,” the man pulled her into the kitchen. He called for some of the maids to help clean up the mess outside of the kitchen doors. He grabbed a Kleenex and offered it to Bulma.


Bulma took it and dabbed her nose. She looked up at him once again giving him a girly grin.


“I am Matt Mills,” he offered his hand. His smile was even stunning and white. Oh gosh he was so cute.


“Oh, I am Bulma, Bulma Briefs,” the heiress took his hand and shook it.


“Oh, you’re the capsule corp. heiress,” he grabbed her hand and helped her, “Here allow me, I seemed to have caused this,” he shook his head. Bulma could tell he was so embarrassed. How cute.


“You’re not a vampire are you?” she looked up at him, allowing her blue eyes to roam his face.


His face was not that eerie white, even though he was stunningly beautiful.  Matt’s eyes lifted to meet hers and he smiled once again, “Oh no,” he then laughed, “I have been working here since I was younger, my parents help keep the gardens and lawn looking nice,” he shrugged.


That was great to know. This man was cute and not a vampire. Bulma grabbed his hand away a moment. She wiggled her nose and smiled, “I think it is better now, thank you very much.”


“Oh no problem, I did hit you with a door, so I figured it would only be the gentleman thing to do,” Matt chuckled.


Bulma giggled softly and pushed her hair from her face.


“So, I haven’t seen you before,” Matt admitted looking a bit confused.


“Oh well, I was working for the King on a project. He barely let me out of my rooms. I was only allowed out when I went to the lab,” she looked down feeling a bit silly having to explain her situation to this stranger.


“Oh I see are you still helping him in the lab?” Matt asked her curiously.


“Oh, no I am done, now I just help around the house,” Bulma lied to him. She didn’t want to scare him away. To tell him she was a blood slave of Prince Vegeta would only make him want to avoid her. She knew they were feared among the house slaves, just by the ones she had encountered before. Plus Vegeta didn’t even use her properly, so technically she wasn’t completely lying.


Matt’s blue eyes shined with interest, “Well, it was nice meeting you Bulma; maybe I can bring you up some dinner tonight with some wine? I want to make it up to you, since I gave you a bloody nose.” Matt suggested to her. Bulma’s blue eyes brightened and she nodded.


“Oh that would be lovely,” she looked around, “Paper?” Matt nodded and walked into a room to grab a pen and paper. She wrote down how to get to her room. She quickly folded it and handed the paper to him. “Seven sound good?”


“Yes, that sound great, see you then,” Matt smiled handsomely.


Bulma left in a hurry finding her way back to her room. She was left alone constantly, so she knew it would be no problem having a guest in her room.


It was growing darker, the only glimpse of sunlight in the sky was a soft hue and it was not enough to cause Julian or any other vampire harm. He had to admit this was his favorite time of day because it did make him miss the warmth of the sun. Of course this beautifully dark gift did come with a price, but he wouldn’t give it up to see the sun again that much was for sure. His driver came to a stop around the curve. The man opened the door for him and he stepped out.


The clan leader patted the front of his jacket, checking for the small box that kept the enchanted amulet safe inside. He made his way up the staircase to the manor with one of his men. The door immediately opened, for the men on the other side were informed at the gate that they had arrived. Julian grinned softly and stepped inside. He stripped of his jacket, and grabbed the box. He handed the jacket to one of the house slaves before stepping up to greet his King.


“Good evening, my King,” he gave a small bow of respect. His eyes shot to the Prince who stood beside him with a cocky grin on his face. “My Prince,” he acknowledged him.

“Good evening to you, Julian. I am very glad to see you have arrived safe and sound, and I assume that box you are holding has this amulet that your men located,” King Vegeta clapped his hands together. Julian could tell the King wanted to get his hands on this amulet.


“I know we had been looking for it for centuries, my King,” Julian explained, “I had been searching for it for some time and came to find out that a small Lycan pack had it in their grasps, of course I sent some of my men to retrieve it.” Julian smiled slyly.


“I am shocked you never brought this up to me before, Julian. None the less I am pleased you have brought it back, for it is engraved with the royal seal.” King Vegeta took the box, opening it to see how beautiful it was. It was an exact replica of the one King Vegeta wore around his neck.


“I will now place it in a glass case for safe keeping, thank you Julian,” King Vegeta closed the box and handed it to the Prince to view.


Prince Vegeta opened the box. His fingers traced the rough pattern on the amulet. Julian frowned some.


“My King, I don’t mean to offend, but don’t you think one of the royal’s should wear it. I have gone through all this trouble to retrieve this item and to have it put away to collect dust doesn’t seem appropriate.” Julian defended his cause. He was going to get that damn amulet around the little Prince’s neck.


King Vegeta paused momentarily and frowned deeply. His eyes shifted to his son who held the amulet, “you are right Julian, my son should wear it,” the King smiled to his son.


“You wish me to wear this father?” Prince Vegeta looked down at the amulet once again and pulled it from the box.


“Of course, I had one made for myself some years back. I think that it is only appropriate to give this amulet to my only son.” The King had already made up his mind. He wanted his son to have the amulet.


Julian was jumping with joy deep inside. He hadn’t had this much fun in years. He couldn’t want to see these devastating effects. He couldn’t wait to hear how Prince Vegeta went mad and killed the entire household. Oh this would be a good year.


Prince Vegeta took the silver amulet and placed it around his neck. It lay loosely against his tie. It was a nice piece and was a great accent for Vegeta’s attire. Julian watched the Prince. It seemed that the amulet most likely took some time on the person wearing it. He most likely wouldn’t see the full affects until later. He didn’t mind, because he knew at some point he would lose control of himself, and it would be a joyous day.


King Vegeta turned his attention from his son to Julian, “come let us have a drink,” the King waved for the men to follow. Prince Vegeta ignored them. He could only stand so much of Julian. He had his fill so he needed to escape. Without a word, Vegeta made his exit, gripping the amulet possessively.


Bulma had been waiting all day for this handsome man to come to her room. She got dressed up for him to arrive. She put on a touch of make-up and waiting impatiently for the knock on her door. When he did he brought her a wonderful spaghetti dinner with some tasty red wine. They ate casually and talked just as she had figured it would be. He was truly a kind man, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him and his family.   


“So, you have been here since you were younger,” Bulma sighed, “What an odd way to live, especially for a child.” Bulma pointed out as she took a bite of her spaghetti.


“Yes, well I was home schooled majority of the time, and when I turned fifteen I stayed here to help my mother.” Matt didn’t seem too fazed about his situation, which really bothered Bulma.


“Well, I am glad I got to meet someone like you, because I was very lonely here. To be surrounded by vampires constantly. I felt like I was on another planet, you know?” Bulma asked quietly as she took a drink of her wine.


“Yes I know what you mean. I would not wish it on anyone. The vampires are evil, and if I could, I would escape with my parents. I don’t want them to live the rest of their life in servitude.” Matt’s blue eyes flashed angrily as he spoke.


Bulma frowned and nodded, “I hear you, and I think that when I figure out a way to get out of here, I will get you and your family out with me,” Bulma offered him a reassuring smile.



“Bulma, I would not want you to get hurt. These Vampires are dangerous.” Matt grabbed her hand, rubbing his finger tips over her soft palm.


Bulma’s eyes softened a bit. His concern for her was honestly very refreshing. She offered him a soft smile and leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his cheek, “Not to worry, I will help you. Please don’t fear for me.”


Bulma and her guest were startled by a loud crash. The door handle broke through the drywall. Vegeta stood in the doorway that connected her room with his. His fists were clenched and his eyes were blood red.


Bulma tried to speak, but she jumped up instead. He took a few steps into the room, causing Matt to fall off the side of the bed and scramble to the other door. Vegeta’s fangs were elongated and he was walking in Matt’s direction.


“Vegeta, STOP!” She grabbed his arm yanking him back, but it didn’t even faze him.


 The vampire Prince hesitated and then pointed to the closed door and spoke clearly, “Get out, now. I wouldn’t come back if I were you if you value your life,” Vegeta hissed.


Matt nodded his face with filled with fear. His shaky hand gripped the door knob and pulled the door open roughly. He took off down the hall leaving the door wide open. In the blink of an eye he had the door closed, and before Bulma could speak he was standing before her. His mouth relaxed, but his eyes red with anger and something else. They were filled with desire.


“Ve-Vegeta…” she went to explain but was cut off by his loud growl, which caused Bulma to close her eyes tightly and cover her ears.


“Shut up, I don’t wish to hear your stupid explanation as to why there was a human male in my rooms. You are lucky I didn’t kill him right before your eyes,” He threatened.


Bulma’s blue eyes snapped open as they were now filled with rage, “You should not be telling me who I can’t see here in this house! I have been sitting alone most days without anyone to talk to except for Doris. You haven’t even looked at me, and have been giving me the cold shoulder for days now. Look bud, I don’t know what you problem is but…” She was cut off as he grabbed her by arm and tossed her on the bed. The plates fell to the ground causing a mess.  


“I own you, you are mine! Do you understand me, no one is to spend time with you unless I say, and I will prove to you are mine,” Vegeta growled pulling his dress shirt open, popping off all the buttons, causing them to scatter throughout her room. Bulma crawled back on her bed. Her back hit the head board. His muscled body moved closer and that grin on his lips worried her greatly.


“Oh god…” Bulma whispered. What was she going to do?


“Please don’t hurt me,” she pleaded.


“I am not going to hurt you, but when I am done with you, you will know who you truly belong to,” Vegeta grinned grabbing her feet pulling her closer.



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Alr ight everyone, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More to come! Please review!


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