Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Escape ( Chapter 12 )

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Chapter 12


Escape



Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.  


A/N: From here on out please be warned this is an A/U and things will not be like the series. This is quite obvious I am sure by now, but I would like to let everyone know who might freak out about characters and such, especially ages.


Enjoy!


Warnings: Violence and Language


Screaming was heard in her bed room from the hallway along with gun shots. Bulma jolted awake. Her eyes were having a hard time registering what was going on around her along with the sounds heard outside the door. What was going on outside? Bulma slipped from her covers and took small steps toward her door. She reached out to grab ahold of the door knob when the sound of splintering wood forced her to jump back. Her hand quickly was placed over her mouth, stifling her scream. Was that a body?


“Oh god…” Bulma whispered softly.


She took in a shaky breath moving a bit closer to the small crack made by the object that was slammed into her door. Biting her lower lip, Bulma placed her shaking hands on the door and looked out. She could hear the harsh breathing of a…dog? Her bright blue eyes widened and she pulled away seeing the large dog shaped creature standing outside her door. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing low and controlled, but the way her heart was beating in her chest cavity and the sounds of her breath, she was almost positive this thing could hear her.


Just as she was worrying about keeping her breathing controlled and somewhat silent, she saw a golden eye peeking at her through the crack. She gasped and stumbled back.


“Shit…” Bulma pressed her body to the wall away from the door. A large clawed hand busted through the door, causing fragments of wood to litter the floor of her room. Bulma couldn’t keep her screams in. She was going to die. This thing was going to make a meal of her. The Lycan snarled and growled clawing at the door, but its movements were halted just as a gun fired three times. There was a howl, which quickly faded to the screams of a man, and then it was quiet.


The heiress caught her breath feeling her lower lip trembling. The door way was destroyed; if this person would have not been there the Lycan would have surely gotten in. Doris stepped through, gun in hand, and waved for Bulma to follow her. Bulma glanced over her shoulder to see a nude young man twitching, and foam coming from his mouth as he slowly died. The silver was bulging through his veins as it coursed through his body. She was honestly disturbed because this was no longer a beast, but a human dying before her. The blue haired woman covered her mouth and grimaced, following Doris.


“Bulma you must follow me.” Doris walked quickly toward Vegeta’s door. The petite woman bumped the door open with her hip and pointed the gun into the room. Her dark eyes scanned in the darkness. She peaked around the corner and noticed the door was closed. Doris reached out and gripped Bulma’s hand pulling her toward a corner in the room. She handed the gun to Bulma and glanced up at her a moment.


“Do I even have to explain?” Doris asked her with a grin on her red lips.


“I think I got it,” Bulma gave the woman a weak smile and quickly checked the bullet clip and counted.


There were nine bullets left. Bulma watched the woman work quickly. The heiress leaned over seeing Doris yank the carpet up and exposing a hidden door in the floor. Her blue eyes widened.


“Alright, in you go.” Doris stood up, and took the gun from her. “Sorry love, I think I have better sight and hearing then you, no offense.” Doris helped Bulma into the hole.


She gripped the steel ladder and slowly climbed down, letting herself drop to the ground toward the end of the ladder. Bulma looked up seeing the small woman’s heeled shoes first as she made her way down the ladder. She pulled the carpet over so it would flip over the closed door after she shut it. Doris hopped down and straightened her suit. It was dark through the tunnel ahead accept for the small lights that brightened the ladder for those making their way down.


“What is going on, you still haven’t really explained anything to me,” Bulma raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on her hips.


“Bulma, there is no time to explain. I must get you to the car waiting. In short, the Lycan’s attacked the house.” She said softly and then offered the confused woman a hand, “Come,”


Bulma could hear the snarls of the beasts above them and the faint screams of those still trapped in the house. Bulma nodded and gripped her hand. She figured Doris could see perfectly in the dark or they would most likely be hitting walls. She would pause a moment to let the human woman know there was an object in her way and to step over it. For this, Bulma was quite grateful because she would have most likely already fallen and broke her neck.


“Doris,” Bulma whispered to the woman leading the way, “Did…they get out you think?” Bulma swallowed hard wondering where that dark prince had gone when the beasts broke into the manor.


Doris couldn’t help but let a smile cross her lips. She knew Bulma meant her son. “Child my son was able to get out, along with his father.” Doris whispered back.


“What about the people?” she asked curiously. Bulma felt the woman grip her hand tightly, but she chose not to answer right away.


She kept quiet biting her lower lip thinking about Matt and his poor family. What would those things do to them? Surely they wouldn’t hurt innocent people.


There was a soft light that came into view and Bulma was quite excited because having to walk in the dark was becoming exhausting.  Doris pressed her body against the wall of the tunnel and peaked out. The driver had the car faced toward the open exit, which was a little ways away from the manor. The driver nodded and opened the door for the two women.


“Quickly Bulma, there is no time to waste. You must get in and keep quiet. We need to hurry. There is a safe house not far from here.” Doris explained and yanked Bulma’s small frame into the car, buckling her in. Her blue eyes widened and she went to speak but was cut off immediately by a hand. “No questions, we must go,” Doris smacked the drivers arm “Go you fool,”


The man listened and quite quickly he sped out of the underground garage. The car was on a small slant as it made its way into the light. The driver pressed a button and closed the window to the back. The windows surrounding them were all tinted, so no light could enter and hurt Doris.


“I take its morning?” Bulma asked the woman sitting next to her who was wrapping a black scarf around her hair and neck.


Doris slipped on black gloves to cover her hands and pulled on some black leggings under her skirt. She gripped a pair of black sunglasses and placed them in her lap.


“Yes, it is getting there. It isn’t enough to hurt me right now, but by the time we reach the safe house it would be enough to burn my flesh.” She explained and pulled her gloves on tighter.


Bulma watched her and nodded. She leaned her head against the cool glass and tried to close her eyes and rest a bit before she was forced to speak to the King. She was not looking forward to that. That was short lived because just as Bulma’s eyes closed and she got into a comfortable position. The car jerked and began to swerve.


Doris pounded on the glass, “What is happening?”


The blue haired woman rubbed her forehead after it was smashed against the glass.


“There was a man in the road, Madame.” The driver explained, but the let out a loud scream and slammed on his breaks causing Doris to fly forward. Bulma reached for the woman, but was held back by the locking of her seat belt. The screeching of the breaks caused Bulma to gasp. Her eyes frantically looked around the small compartment of the car. The top of the car indented as someone jumped and landed on the car.


Bulma screamed loudly and pressed her back against the seat. She felt her eyes fill with tears. Her hands fumbled with the seat belt as she unhooked herself and kicked open the door. Doris reached out for Bulma to try and stop her. “Bulma stop!” she screamed for her, but she quickly pulled back into the car feeling the burn of the sun on her hand. Bulma’s small figured rushed into the woods and disappeared. Not too long after she heard the man on top of the vehicle jump and land on two feet. He looked into the car, “Get out of here,” he said coolly and slammed the door.


“Drive you fool!” She screamed to the driver. Doris was panting. They wanted Bulma. This much was apparent. They must have figured out what they were planning. Doris closed her eyes and caught her breath a moment. She would have to tell the King about this as soon as possible.


Bulma was panting hard as she made her way through the trees, weaving in and out. Her eyes began to tear up feeling the cool air rushing over her face. Her wild blue locks of hair were being blow into her eyes. She didn’t even stop to look over her shoulder. The crunching of the leaves and the heartbeat in her ears was the only thing she heard. She zoned in on the distance before her. She felt like she could run forever.


She leaped over a very large root sticking out of the mud at the base of a large oak tree, and flung herself behind it. She closed her eyes a moment and panted. Bulma’s eyes lifted to the sky. The golden hue over the earth’s atmosphere told her the sun was peaking in the horizon. Catching her breath for just a moment she took off once again through the plethora of trees around her. The heiress glanced over her shoulder getting a glimpse of a figure gaining on her quite quickly. The person was wearing dark colors and that was all she could tell before she pushed her legs harder to move. Bulma could feel her lungs burning as her body desperately tried to keep up with its oxygen intake.  



She felt her eyes growing clouded with more tears, but this time it wasn’t because of the air, it was because she knew whatever was catching up to her wasn’t here to help her. The blue haired woman screamed with all her might as her arms swung trying her hardest to get away.


“Help me, please!” she screamed feeling tears steam down her face.


Her foot was caught by a hidden root and she fell flat on her face. Bulma spit, feeling mud and dead leaves stuck to her lips. She glances up, but didn’t dare to look over her shoulder. She knew it had caught her and even though it would have only been a matter of time before it caught up with her soon after. The man stopped and she could hear the soft movements of his feet in the leaves as he made his way around to stand before her.


Bulma looked up to see a pair of wore out black sneakers. She felt her lower lip tremble and she buried her face in her arms and began to cry.


“Please, I didn’t do anything don’t hurt me,” she begged the man.


“It’s alright Bulma; don’t cry I am not going to hurt you I swear. I was only trying to help,” The man’s soothing voice caught her off guard.


Bulma sniffled and glanced up to give the man a confused because he knew her name, but then she saw a familiar face, “Goku?” she whispered and immediately jumped up and wrapped her arms around the man and cried against his neck, letting out all her pent up emotions. She opened up her tear filled eyes and gripped his black jacket tightly and pulled away. She looked into his dark brown eyes and blinked a few times.


“Wait…how? I never…” she stuttered unsure of how to approach the question.


Goku hugged her back tightly and chuckled softly, “Bulma, there is so much you don’t know about me. Just know I am the good guy, and you are safe.” He held her tightly against him and then grabbed her hand and helped her on his back.


“Hold on tight, I am taking you back to the den,” Goku glanced over his shoulder and gave her a soft smile.


Bulma nodded and gripped onto his jacket tightly, her knuckles turning white. She let out a squeal of surprise at how quickly Goku tore through the woods at an unbelievable speed. Bulma was having a hard time keeping the wind from stinging her eyes and getting air into her lungs. She hid her face against the warmth of his jacket and prayed that they would be there soon.


The human driver helped Doris out of the car and quickly got her to the front door of the safe house. She burst through the front door. The small woman sighed softly and pulled the scarf away from her head and face and yanked off her glasses tossing them across the room.


King Vegeta and the Prince glanced up from the table. Nappa was seated in the corner and was deep in thought. The King approached the small woman tilting his head to the side waiting for her to speak. He was obviously curious as to why the science woman was not with them.


“She is gone, the car was attacked by the son of Bardock,” Doris’s eyes were filled with rage, and once she explained what happened she quickly looked away not able to look at the King. She especially couldn’t look at her son.


“What!?” King Vegeta’s voice echoed fiercely throughout the room as he slammed his fist on the table.


Prince Vegeta’s lip twitched hearing nothing else but the fact that the those dogs had his woman. The only person he saw to be at fault for this was the weak human driver before him. His fangs grew and his eyes filled with hatred, burning bright red as he stalked over to the cowering human.


“You bloody fool, you sorry excuse for a human being,” Prince Vegeta snarled, “You had one task and that was to bring Doris and the woman to the safe house and you couldn’t even do something that simple. It wasn’t like there were a dozen lycan’s. There was one man,” his voice rose louder as he continued to speak the trembling man about his faults.


“Please I beg you my Prince, I tried to get her here, and he jumped on the car…” his voice was lost when the Prince gripped his scrawny neck tightly cutting off his air supply.


Doris walked away not looking at her son, she was too worried about Bulma and what they would do to her. King Vegeta watched his son reprimand the man with narrowed eyes.


“I don’t want to hear you speak, you have failed us you pathetic human,” Prince Vegeta hissed showing the man his fangs before leaning in and sinking his teeth into the flesh of the drivers neck. He drank deeply feeling the strength from his blood coursing through his veins. His eyes opened and began to glow. He pulled back momentarily, letting an animalistic growl escape his blood filled mouth. He snarling and then ripped the man’s throat completely out and tearing the man apart with his own hands. Prince Vegeta stood there panting, his fingers covered in blood as well as his face. He was hunched over the torn body. Blood was dripping down his chin and throat. His blood red eyes lifted as he took in a breath and smiled evilly.


He looked over his shoulder at his father and grinned, “We will get the woman back, father.”


Nappa was leaning forward in his chair his blank stare was focused in on the shredded body of the driver. King Vegeta was staring in awe in his son’s direction at what he just witnessed. Something was different about his son. It was that blasted woman that was causing this behavior. It just had to be. He nodded once and glanced over at Doris who gave him a look of disgust. She walked out of the room not wanting to be a part of the situation she just witnessed.


Goku set Bulma down just outside of the opening of the den. She smiled seeing the beautiful waterfall just outside the cave.


“Wait, what about Chichi?” Bulma glanced up at him, “Does she…?” Bulma glanced around wondering about the twos relationship since she knew her friend had been recently interested in this particular man.


“Oh, yes she knows, if that is what you mean. I took her as my mate.” Goku chuckled and motioned for her to follow him into the dark cave.

“You Lycan’s take mates?” Bulma asked a little shocked at how barbaric the term ‘mate’ seemed to her. She felt like it was a natural animalistic term.


“Yes, we do. I just knew the moment I met her that she was the one for me. Of course I had to make sure she would be alright with my situation. If you know what I mean.” Goku laughed out loud and rubbed the back of his head, running his fingers through his wild spikes.


Bulma’s eyes widened and glanced around, “Yes, I think I have a clue.” She then gave him a funny look before entering the cave, “I mean being a monster is kind of scary, Goku. Definatly a good way to scare off the women” She admitted, but smiled.


Goku didn’t answer her monster comment and kept walking into the tunnel. He reached out and gripped Bulma’s hand and led her through the underground tunnels. His nose helped them find their way to the opening to the den. He opened the door and walked in. The light was reassuring and made Bulma relax. She really was not liking the fact that most of her day was walking through tight, dark tunnels, and sitting in cars that were being attacked by a force that was unknown to her. She was lucky it was her friend’s boyfriend that found her.


Goku’s stopped seeing many of the men coming back with serious wounds. The grim look on their faces told him that they had lost many brothers in the process of finding this woman he was leading through their home.


“Stick close to me, and don’t talk to anyone until you meet my father,” Goku explained to her.


Goku’s dark eyes narrowed as he pulled her close, protecting her from the men that were staring them down. Bulma could hear the soft growls as she traveled the hall ways. The blue haired woman heard all kinds of crude comments on the way. It made her look down in shame. It was not her fault she was taken and forced to complete a task for those creatures. Goku glanced down at her, offering her a soft smile.


“It will be alright, Bulma. I am going to make sure nothing bad happens to you. I promised Chi.” He gripped her tighter to his body and helped her into the room his father told him to bring her to.


Bulma was released by Goku as she was brought into the room and the door was closed behind them. Her blue eyes scanned the small box of a room. She frowned deeply seeing a single light above a small square table that had a single chair, which she could bet money it was for her. She felt like she was watching an episode of CSI and she was about to be interrogated for a murder.


“I am guessing that chair is for me?” Bulma bit her lower lip and moved closer to the table, letting her finger tips brush over the top.


“Um yep, that is for you. Have a seat. I will be in here with you until my father comes and most likely even when he is here.” Goku smiled softly. He always seemed so happy and she honestly didn’t know how much of that calmness she could trust, especially since the room she was being held in looked like one of those interrogation rooms.


“Goku, you know I didn’t help them willingly right?” Bulma’s blue eyes lifted momentarily.


He could sense an overwhelming sadness coming from her. Goku didn’t know her as well as Chichi, but he could sense she was a good person.


“Yes Bulma, I know this. We just have to convince my father of that fact. He doesn’t sit well with people who help vampires. This is his way of getting to the bottom of things,” he looked away hearing his father was approaching the room.


Goku grew quiet, and just as he did Bulma decided it would be a good time to sit in her chair. She pulled the chair out and slipped into the seat. Bulma placed her hands on the table top and lifted her eyes to the door. Just as she did a large man stepped inside along with an even bigger man. They both looked menacing. One looked just like Goku, except older and a lot more intimidating. She felt a cold chill over take her as the man beside the Goku look alike stepped in. His eyes were cold and the way his nostrils flared as he entered the room made Bulma look down and swallow hard.


“Kakkarot, you may leave now.” Bardock said in a stern tone as he glanced in his son’s direction. Goku frowned hearing his father speak his real name.


Instead of respecting his father and following his orders, Goku shook his head, “No father, if I may stay I would like to hear what she has to say.”


Bardock raised an eyebrow in his son’s direction and growled deeply, “Very well,” He turned to face the blue haired woman seated before him.

“Do you know why you are here, woman?” Bardock asked Bulma as he leaned both his hands on the table.


Bulma glanced up meeting his dark stare, “I believe I am here because you found out I helped the vampires.” Her voice was low and emotionless.


“Alright, well I guess my son has spoken to you. Well, I am glad you know some of why we wanted to get you here.” Bardock pulled away from the table and began to pace, “So, tell me did you go to them willingly?” Bardock paused a moment and watched her.


Bulma’s nose flared and her eyes shifted to the monstrous man behind Goku’s father. His eyes flared with rage and then he spoke.


“Don’t even think about lying to him, woman, we can tell if you are lying,” Brolli’s eyes narrowed seeing her blue eyes widen in shock.


“No, I didn’t go to them willingly. I was taken against my will and forced to work for them.” Bulma quickly stated.


Bardock’s dark eyes shifted back and forth between her blue eyes and watching her every movement and looking for any signals of her telling a lie.


“Very well, I see you are telling the truth,” Bardock said softly and continued to pace the room.


“Of course I am telling the truth, I didn’t know you people existed until about a couple months ago,” Bulma’s eyes shifted thinking back to how long she had been in the grasp of that terrible King.


Bardock ignored her a moment and then paused once again, “I wish to know what these weapons you helped them design do.”


“I designed bullets with liquid silver. I also designed some explosives with shredded silver.” Bulma said coolly. She was becoming quite irritated about her current situation. She felt like she had been used constantly. She refused to a pawn this game any longer.


“If you think I am going to participate in your little ‘war’ any longer you are mistaken, sir.” She spoke harshly. Her lips pursed tightly together and she crossed her arms over her chest.


Goku shifted against the wall, preparing to help her out if his father felt her words were not appropriate.


Bardock slammed his hands on the table and growled lowly, “You will do as I say, or you can die, because as far as I am concerned you have helped these blood suckers. You help those who kill innocent people for sport. How does that make you feel?” He asked her reaching out and gripping her chin in his fingers. He applied pressure causing her to whimper.


“I did not wish to be a part of this you bastard, they told me they would kill me and my family, what would you do?” She felt tears come to her eyes.


 “I understand, but what I need from you is to help me against them. I need those weapons destroyed.” Bardock let her go, but his emotionless attitude remained.


Bulma reached up and rubbed her chin.


“I understand, but I would have to access their computers along with getting my hands on the copy of the plans that King Vegeta has in his office. I am not sure if I could do that.” Bulma admitted softly.


Bardock’s cheek twitched and he kicked the table, splitting it in two. His muscled started to twitch and he was having a hard time controlling his rage. Goku walked up behind his father and placed a hand on his shoulder.


“Father, maybe we should let her rest. She had been through a stressful ordeal…” he suggested to his father calmly.


Bardock shrugged his son’s hand from his shoulder and he walked to the door yanking the door open.


“I will not have a slave of a vampire live amongst us; have her stay in a cell.” Bardock growled and slammed the door.


Goku’s eyes narrowed as he watched his father leave. His eyes lifted a moment to meet Brolli’s.


“You know that is not right. You know she is innocent.” Goku growled softly.


“Yes, but it is your fathers orders. Do not disobey him. You will only cause more problems, Kakkarot.” Brolli said softly and exited.


Bulma’s blue hair was covering her face. She had pulled her legs up to her chest and he could see she was shaking. He could smell her tears.


“Bulma, you won’t have to stay there long. I will let you stay with us, if I can convince my father.” Goku walked over to her and helped her up.


The heiress nodded sadly and wiped her eyes, “Why do I feel like I am never going to get home? Because of all this I will never be able to live normally” Bulma glanced up at Goku.


Goku grew frustrated with this because he knew how persistent those vampires were. Especially the Prince and his blasted father. Goku would make sure she was safe. He needed to.


Goku led her to his rooms without even thinking about his father’s orders. Chichi would be happy to see her friend, and it would most likely be good therapy for Bulma.


“Where are we going? I thought…” Goku opened his door and allowed Bulma to walk in.


The moment her eyes landed on Chichi, Bulma burst into tears once again. The blue haired woman ran up and hugged her friend who was also crying and very excited to see her.


“Oh Bulma, I was so worried about you. I knew my Goku would get you back like he said.” She smiled and stroked her hair helping her to their bed.


“Chi, I honestly didn’t think I would ever see you again.” Bulma admitted and placed her hands on either side of Chichi’s face looking her over. She felt like she hadn’t seen her in years. It made her feel overwhelmingly happy. Bulma blinked back tears and then buried her face in her hands.


“Oh Bulma, you are safe now. Goku wouldn’t let those things come for you.” Chichi run a hand through Bulma’s hair. Chi let Bulma get it all out. She had tears of her own in her eyes.


Bulma started so chuckle softly, but she also tried to keep back her tears of happiness. “Oh gosh, chi. I am sorry. I really hope you are well. As you can see I am just fine, just shaken up.” Bulma brushed her hair from her eyes.


“Oh, well I have some news.” Chichi placed a hand on her belly and smiled up at Bulma.


Bulma’s eye’s widened, “Are you?”


Chichi nodded and smiled brighter, “Yes I am going to be having a baby. I found out about a week ago. I just can’t believe it.” Chichi smiled up at Goku who was silently observing. He also had a smile on his lips.


“Chi, I am so happy for you! This happened so fast, but I am…wow.” Bulma placed a hand on her forehead and shook her head. Bulma collected Chichi in her arms once again and hugged her tightly.


“I know you will most likely be here with us for a while, so I made a small bed for you until Goku could find you a suitable room.” Chi’s smile faded as she saw Bulma swallow and look down.


“Chi, I have to take her to the cells for now…” Goku tried to explain, but was cut off by a loud growl.


“Goku this is my friend I will not have her living in a cell. A jail cell if for people who do bad things, not for our friends that are innocent my I add. Bulma was forced into this you know it.” Chichi glared in Goku’s direction.


He looked down and nodded, “Chichi, you know I know this, but my father told me this, and I cannot displease him. I will get her out, but for now she must.” Goku sighed seeing his mate’s eyes fill with angry tears and her fists clench.


“Chichi, it’s alright. I will be just fine. Goku will help me. It will only be for a brief time. I have been through way worse lately, believe me.” Chichi glanced over at her friend and frowned deeply hearing this information. Even Goku looked Bulma over in shock. He himself wanted to know what this woman had to endure while in captivity.


“Goku if she isn’t out by tomorrow, I will speak with you father. He won’t like me at all either.” Chichi warned Goku.


Goku’s face paled, “I will get her out. There will be no need to speak to my father Chi, I mean it.”


There was a knock on Goku’s door. The man frowned and turned the handle opening it letting Brolli enter.


“Kakkarot, why is the women not in the cell,” Brolli’s eyes narrowed in the woman’s direction. He shifted his eyes to Goku who stood between the larger man and the two women.


“I was letting her see her friend, Brolli. I will get Bulma to the cell soon. I am not going to disobey my father, but I will speak to him about these arrangements.” Goku admitted to the man, which irritated him greatly.


“Sure Kakkarot,” Brolli said in an irritated tone as he walked out of the room, “You have an hour, and if she isn’t there I will put her in her own cell myself.” He bared his teeth at Goku.


The small man’s eyes narrowed as he slammed the door in Brolli’s face. He turned to face Chichi and Bulma. Goku signed softly knowing the situation he was being placed in. He didn’t want to displease his father, but he also didn’t want to upset his pregnant mate.



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