Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Dream ( Chapter 13 )

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Chapter 13


Dream


A/N:  Hi everyone! Sorry I haven’t been updating this. I know that I should have been, but I needed a bit of a break from this story and write the one that had been bouncing around in my mind. Now that it is somewhat sated I am going to post a chapter for this.


I was supposed to get this posted the other night and I didn’t because I took a break from writing, and then got wrapped up in this book I am reading and fell asleep, lol. Anyways I hope you all enjoy.



Bulma sat quietly in the cell. She was reluctantly taken by Kakkarot to the cells far away from the living area of the den, which felt like hours ago. She had her hand resting on her forehead just thinking calmly of how unlucky her life was. She was forced to work for vampires that she never thought existed, and now her best friend’s boyfriend or mate was a Lycan leader’s son. Not to mention she was stupid enough to allow that Prince use her body for his own pleasure. Surprisingly it didn’t make her skin crawl, which really upset her more. What was wrong with this picture? It was messed up, that’s what. She even tried to pace the cell waiting for that asshole leader of theirs to come speak with her. She was sick and tired of being held captive. She was a human woman that could be torn to pieces in seconds by these creatures, but for some reason they found her so dangerous that she was put behind metal bars, which was a disgustingly dirty cell with no running water or a suitable toilet.


The cell had a strong mildew scent in the air, which was over powering and faint sound of water droplets was driving her mad. Her small hands slipped over her ears and she closed her eyes tightly. Taking air into her mouth, Bulma relaxed her body against the cool wall of the cell. The one thing she could be grateful for was that her friend was nearby and she was positive that she wouldn’t let any harm come to her. Letting a deep sigh escape her lips her eyes relaxed and her body slowly slipped away, being caught finally from sleep deprivation.


~dream~

Bulma snuggled tighter in against the wall, letting her hands drop to her sides. The smell of dampness faded and a sweeter smell filled her nose. The clean smell in the air was soothing and quite nice. Her skin felt a bit warmer, and she felt like she was no longer in that dark cell deep within the den. Did someone finally bring in an air freshener?


She pulled the hood of her jacket up over her head, but paused earing the faint sound of crying. Her eyes opened slowly and peeked out of her hood seeing the door to her cell wide open. The guard that had been stationed at the desk had disappeared and there was no one in sight. The heiresses eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly, pushing her body to a standing position. Her hands felt against the wall as she cautiously stepped closer to the open door. Reaching out her hand, Bulma gripped the cool bar and peaked out.


“Hello?” Bulma called down the dim row to cells.


There was no answer, so she slowly made her way out of the cell and sped up her pace toward the end of the hall. Each step she took the darkness seemed to close around her. That is when she heard it, that faint cry once again. Bulma’s eyes narrowed as she tried to see in the growing darkness, and as she walked further the louder the cries became.


“Hello?” Bulma called once again trying to see if anyone would answer her.


If there was a child crying and most likely there would be someone around she could speak to. She gritted her teeth and felt around in the darkness, but her fingers brushed against a cool wall. It wasn’t the stone walls of the cell, but a painted dry wall. Her fingers moved over the smooth surface, and suddenly the crying came from behind her. The crying was loud, and sounded like a signal of distress. Bulma turned around to see a single light shining over a bassinet. Her eyes narrowed briefly as she took a few steps closer. The crying was obviously coming from it, but why was a child being left in a dark room like this. She hurried to the side of the bassinet placing her hands around the edges. She peaked in seeing an infant with clenched fists lying in the center. It hiccupped and calmed the instant it’s blue eyes met hers.


“Shh…it’s alright little one.” Bulma grabbed the little blanket and pulled it around its bare legs. She ran her finger tips over the soft purple locks of hair on its little head and smiled.


“Why would anyone want to leave you in this room?” she smiled seeing the babies little hand grip her index finger tightly, while staring up at her curiously with its brightly blue eyes.


My baby?


Bulma shook her head and lifted her gaze seeing a door open from the blackness. A manly figure stood before her. The figure was menacing and dominated the room. Just as the man started to take a few steps toward Bulma and the child, the baby started to cry once again. She saw the figure’s eye flash golden and a wolfish grin appear on the man’s now visible face.


“You will surrender that child, woman.” Bardock spoke lowly.


“What? It’s just a baby. What are you going to do?” She placed herself in front of the bassinet protectively.


“He is no longer your concern, either you allow us to take him or die protecting him.” Bardock gripped her arms and yanked her up to meet his intense stare.


“No son of Prince Vegeta shall live.” Bardock let out an animalistic growl and lunged forward to sink his massive teeth into her flesh.


“Vegeta!” She screamed amd tightly closing her eyes.


~End Dream~


Bulma was thrashing and screaming in her sleep, but no words were being said. Bardock gripped her by her shoulders and shook her tightly.


“Wake up, girl!” he commanded tapping her cheek.


The blue haired woman screamed loudly, waking her own self up. She took in massive amounts of air and placed a hand on her chest. She was being held to the wall by Bardock’s strong hands. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears and she felt like she was about to have a heart attack. She needed to calm down. Bulma felt hands still upon her. She looked up to finally see who was holding her and shifted viciously out of his grasp. She coward into a corner and watched him cautiously.


“What are you doing? You scared me.” Bulma brushed some of her blue hair behind her ear.


“I came to speak to you, and just as I entered you started to scream. I was only trying to wake you from your nightmare.” Bardock crossed his arms over his large chest and looked away.


Bulma glanced up a bit worried that she had said something that might have given away who she had been dreaming about. “I didn’t say anything...?” Bulma asked lifting her blood shot eyes to meet his calculating stare.


“No, you were only screaming, which I think I might have some hearing loss from your screeching.” Bardock snorted.


She blushed deeply and swallowed hard, “Good, well I mean for the….talking.” she trailed off.


“Now I came here for a reason. I need to find out more about those files, and more about you.” Bardock crouched down low and watched her carefully.


“Alright, well ask me anything you want.” Bulma said softly. She wanted to cooperate with them because the sooner she did the sooner she would not be treated as a captive any longer.


“What did you make for these vampires?” he deep voice asked as softly as he could make it.


“I made weapons. You werewolves need to watch out for the bullets. They were an idea created by the king. The bullets are filled with liquid silver. You will lose many men if you aren’t careful. Not to mention the grenades I created. The small shards of silver would be pretty difficult to extract from the flesh when inside.” Bulma explained casually. She pursed her lips and watched the anger slide over the leaders face.


“You have created such a thing?” Bardock’s anger faded and then curiosity took over.


“Yes, I designed it with a little help on the idea. Of course that was after I was threatened as well as my family.” Bulma explained to him, “It isn’t a life goal or anything if that is what you think. I didn’t wake up one morning and decide I wanted to eradicate the werewolf existence.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement.


“Well, what else did you do? You made the weapons and then you were done? Usually the king of scum kills off his workers when they are no longer needed. What makes you so special?” His dark eyebrow raised and his eyes roamed her face. Bardock could hear her heart pounding in her chest, and could smell the perspiration begin to form over her skin. She was nervous and there was something that she didn’t want him to know, but he would find out.


“I was just there for their use, and almost disposed. I was taken in and saved, so that I wouldn’t be…disposed.” Bulma’s voice was low and shaky. She didn’t know what to say to this man. She didn’t want to honestly admit what she had done. This might make it ever harder to find freedom.


“You have spoken the truth about not doing it willingly. I know this. Were you a slave?” He finally asked her, his eyes searching hers and narrowed slightly.


“I was called a slave, but I wasn’t truly being treated…as a slave.” Bulma’s nose flared feeling a large lump rise in her throat.


“Woman,” Bardock growled lowly in his throat, “You will tell me what I need to know about you. You are amongst my people.” Lifting his chin as he stood up straight, he looked down upon her slumping body.


“He only used me twice.” She finally admitted softly, but Bardock’s sensitive ears picked it up clearly.


“Who is this he?” Bardock asked her, his arms were once again crossed over his chest.


“The…Prince,” Bulma closed her blue eyes, allowing two beaded tears to roll down her cheeks. This was it. She would now say good-bye to her freedom.


“You are his lover?” he asked her, growing annoyed with the woman’s short answers.


“No, I was his blood slave. I was never his lover. Lovers aren’t treated as slaves” Bulma didn’t want to think about what had happened because that particular place had a bad stigma. She tried to keep her thoughts on what was happening now because she knew her body loved every moment that Vegeta was inside or her. Every moment that he caused that pleasure to swell within her. She loved it, but she would never admit that to this man. He was an enemy of the Prince.


“But you fucked him…bah!” the wild haired man threw up his hands and paced the cell floor.


“I think I am done answering your questions.” Bulma glared up at him, growing irritated by his use of words.


Bardock’s hands paused in mid-air, clenching slowly. His face grew red with anger. She could see his body trembling as this anger coursed through him. He raised his fists higher, which cause Bulma to gasp and hide her face against her knees. The hit never came. The sound of a closing cell caught her attention. She looked up to see she was left alone in the cell and the guard was walking away placing the key into his pocket for safe keeping. How much longer would she honestly have to stay here? Now that he knew, she was sure that she would never be allowed to leave.



His walked the sidewalks late at night to clear his loud thoughts. They were constantly eating at his brain. The fresh air calmed his nerves for a brief moment before his body would hunger once again. He felt like the hunger was never sated. Every day it would grow stronger, and it felt like it was devouring him. What was wrong with him? Was he going mad?


He felt his canines throb with need. He could feel the veins around his eyes bulge, causing the white of his eye to fill in with a deep blood red. Vegeta gripped his large jacket and pulled it closer to his face. Night fall gave him an advantage. The only sources of light on these streets were the small street lamps, which were dull and offered only a small area of light. Humans were stupid creature anyway. Vampires were the perfect predator. The outer sex appeal attracted his curious prey, which allowed them the advantage to get them where they wanted before they struck.


Vegeta chuckled to himself and closed his eyes taking in a deep breath, which allowed him to appear normal for a short time. Vegeta’s eyes opened slowly seeing the bright light of a bar sign just outside of a brick building on the street he had been roaming on. Lifting his hand up and out of his pocket, he pushed open the door and walked in. Vegeta took a seat upon a stool at the bar and laid out some cash. He called the bartender over, told her what he wanted and she brought him a shot glass and began to pour.


The warm burn of the alcohol quenched that thirst as it settled in his belly. He kept his eyes on the table and licked his lips, enjoying the false satisfaction. His eyes picked up the sound of the pool balls clinking together behind him, and the soft voice of the man coxing a woman to come home with him for the night to his left.


Pathetic…


The bartender walked up to him. She was wearing a tight black tank-top showing off her small arms, which were both covered in colorful tattoos. She had a ring in her nose and lip, and her hair was short and spikey with strips of fuchsia scattered through her bangs. Vegeta’s black eyes lifted to see her smiling at him and wiggling the bottle of jack in front of his face.


“Any more while I have it out for ya and while I am still workin’?” she poured seeing him push the small shot glass toward her with his index finger. “Not much for talking are you?” she asked with a small pout on her glossy lips.


“Not tonight, maybe later.” His deep voice caught her off guard. She nodded and walked back to place the bottle with the others.


Vegeta quickly took the last shot and slammed it down on the bar table, causing it to shatter. The male bartender turned around and threw up his arms, “Really man?” he shook his head and allowed Vegeta to leave without saying much else. The woman was in the process of collecting her jacket and keys, but said nothing about the glass.


“I am leaving for the night, hope you got everything.” She chuckled see her co-worker swat at her to leave. She walked to the door. Her car was parked outback. She never liked to walk when she was off work, especially this hour. She pushed a button on her phone seeing the bright clock on her phone shining 1:06 A.M.


“Good to see you are off,” Vegeta smiled as he walked around her vehicle and then tapped her car’s hood.


The girl paused and looked at her car and then back at him. “How did you know that was my car?”


Vegeta said nothing and slowly walked up to her. She turned to run back to the door as she was overtaken by fear.


Vegeta gripped her arm and flung her toward the brick wall and pressed her tightly against it with his hard body. His eyes had returned to its former state which was blood red and his fangs were long and ready to pierce.


“You shall satisfy this unbearable hunger of mine, and I have to say I am quite excited for it.” He chuckled before sinking his fangs deep into her flesh. She struggled against the wall. His large hand was placed over her mouth keeping her from screaming. Finally she stopped moving and he allowed her body to slump to the ground. Blood was dripping down his chin and neck and he was panting heavily. He sighed deeply and slowly began walking down the black alley. His tongue dipped out to lick his lips. Vegeta raised his arm and wiped the warm blood from his mouth, smearing it across his face and coating his forearm. He paused and growled deeply.


“You are to get back to the manor, now.” The deep voice of his father caused hatred to bubble inside him.


“Why did you come looking for me?” Prince Vegeta shot a look over his shoulder at his father.


“Because I knew how stupid you have been being lately. Get back to the manor before someone sees you. You are a fool Vegeta. This had better stop.” He warned his son and in a split second his father blurred and disappeared. Vegeta huffed and continued to walk without a care.


“Bastard.” He said with a sneer.



After a couple of days Bulma was awoken by the squeak of the hinge door to her cell. She blinked her eyes rapidly and rubbed them with the back of her hand.


“Good morning, Bulma.” Chichi leaned in and grabbed her friend’s hand.


“Chi?” Bulma asked softly looked up at her friend who had a happy smile on her lips.


“Yes, it is me. Come on let’s get you a bath.” Chichi chuckled seeing her friends eyes light up.


Chichi quickly drew a nice warm bath in her room for Bulma. She poured a cap full of scented bubble bath soup into the rising water, causing white fluffy bubbles to form all over the surface. She loved this scent, and she knew her friend would enjoy it since it wasn’t that dreary old cell that Goku’s father had rudely placed her in. Bulma sat on the toilet and pulled the towel tightly around her body and looked down at her toes. The toe nail polish was cracked and chipped. She quickly tried to hide her toes by curling them in and glancing in her friend’s direction.


“Alright it is done. I will get out. Let me know if you need more towels.” Chi leaned in and embraced her friend.


“No stay in here with me…” Bulma reached up and wrapped one arm around her friend’s waist.


Chichi glanced down meeting Bulma’s wide blue eyes and nodded, “Sure, tell me when I can look again.”


Bulma let her towel slide down her body and pool at her feet. She looked into the bubbly water and slipped a toe in, testing its warmth. Quickly and slowly, she lowered into the warm water and signed being overwhelmed by how fantastic it felt. She chuckled seeing her skin was now covered in goose flesh.



“Alright, I am in.” Bulma smiled and took the washcloth and began to run it over her shoulders and face.


Chichi sat on the toilet and glanced in Bulma’s direction. Her hands gripped her knees.


“I was shocked when Bardock came to us and said he would allow you to stay with us until he knew what to do with you.” Chi smiled kindly, “I am guessing you told him what he needed to know?” she asked softly not trying to pry for too much information.


“Uh, I guess so. He asked me the same things. My answers are not going to change. He knows I was not willing. I think he wanted to make sure I was not attached to one of  them.” Bulma said softly and swallowed. She poured a good amount of shampoo into her hands and began to lather.


“You weren’t were you?” Chichi tilted her head to the side and watched as her friend stopped massaging her hair and glanced up at her slowly. “I mean not that I was assuming you would be or anything.” She caught herself and swatted a hand.


Bulma resumed washing her hair and looked down at her body, which was covered in puffy white bubbles.


“Bulma?” Chichi asked noticing her friend still had not answered her.


“There was one man that had helped me. He saved me from being killed. He could be kind at times, even though he tried not to show it.” Bulma smiled for a brief moment, but quickly pursed her lips.


“Were you…intimate with him?” Chichi asked finally getting glimpse of that little smile.


Bulma signed and dipped completely under the water and moved her hands through her blue locks of hair, removing all trace of the shampoo. She popped back up and pushed her hair back and wiped her eyes. She licked her lips and looked toward her friend.


“I think I want to have some time to think. Do you mind, Chi?” Bulma asked her friend softly, trying not to sound rude.


“Sure, no problem.” Chi stood and walked out the door, closing it behind her.


The dark haired woman rested her hand on her chest and continued to stare at the door handle.


“You need to give her some time.” Goku said softly.


Chichi lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder seeing him standing in the room giving her a stern look.


“Yes I know that. Do you think she loves him?” Chichi asked feeling a wave of fear travel through her body.


“No, but I think she cares for him. He saved her life.” Goku pointed out.


“Yes, I see you heard.” Chichi walked into their bedroom and sat on the bed and slowly allowed her body to relax against the sheets.


“I have to tell her, Chi. She will start to see the changes sooner than later, and I want her to know we are there for her, but we need to make sure of your friends safety. My father will never allow it. You know this.” Goku lay on the bed next to his woman and rested a hand on her abdomen.


“I know Goku, and that is what I fear most. If you father finds out he will kill her.” Chichi sobbed softly.


“It will be alright. We will help her.” Goku said softly pressing his lips to her cheek.



End of chapter 13. I hope you enjoyed it. Thank-you for reading!



Mallie-3


 
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