Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Discovered ( Chapter 15 )

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Chapter 15


Discovered


Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters, and I don’t make a profit from this. It is a hobby, nothing more.


A/N:  I want to apologize for not updating my stories lately. I have been on spring break and I was busy being home with family and friends. Not to mention my laptop totally crashed, so I was not able to really write. Though I have to say I did get a new one while I was home, so I am completely set when it comes to being away from my desktop. I hope you all enjoy this update and for those of you who are enjoying my other story, The Other Woman, I shall be updating that very soon as well. So you will be hit with a double update, and then more updates to follow quickly after. I hope all over you enjoyed your St. Patrick’s Day!! I know I did. ;)



His blood red eyes scanned the perimeter of Capsule Corporation as he approached the large home. He could sense Bulma within the house. He took a step off the curb on the opposite side of the road and began to make his way across the street. He reached the gate that wrapped itself around the home and rested his hands upon the smooth metal.


Closing his eyes briefly, Vegeta took in a deep breath and reached out for her. He could feel her and the distress that was radiating from her. His eyes snapped open and a growl escaped his lips. The soft light from the street laps caused his white fangs to gleam in the dark. His whole body tensed and finally his body blurred and he was gone from sight.



Bulma gripped a large comforter and walked into the guest room her father and mother were offering to Goku and Chichi. She smiled upon entrance when she saw Goku flipping through the stations on the television resting on the dresser. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pursed tightly together as he landed on the news station for West city. Bulma blew some of her wisps of blue hair from her face.



“Here you are. I brought two fluffy pillows and a warm comforter. I hope this will do.” Bulma laid them on the mattress and placed her hands on her hips. Her attention was drawn to the television when she heard the man beside her growl in anger.



Bulma took a few steps forward and crossed her arms over her chest when a photo of a girl with short pink streaked hair popped up on the screen. Her eyes narrowed somewhat as she listened to the news cast.



“…Just a couple days before today a tragic event occurred just outside of a local bar here in West City. A current college student by the name if Mary Lee was found dead just feet from her car outside the place she was currently employed at. Police were saying it was a possible animal attack after viewing the body. What baffles the local police was the severity of the wounds upon the neck…” as the news anchor finished, Goku immediately pushed the power button, shutting it off.


He tossed the black remote on top of the bed and sat upon it, running his hands through his unruly hair. Bulma noticed his hand clench tightly in his dark locks of hair and she reached out to get his attention.


“Goku, what’s the matter?” Bulma leaned in trying to get a better look at his face.


“I knew it wasn’t a good idea.” Goku spoke harshly.


“A good idea, what are you talking about?” Bulma asked shifting her eyes to the black screen of the television, “Don’t tell me that was….?” she pointed a finger to the television.


“It was a vampire attack, but they usually don’t leave evidence like that. I know who it was and it was because of my father’s bad judgment that people are now being harmed.” Goku released his head and lifted his eyes to meet Bulma’s bright blue orbs.



“What did your father do?” Bulma asked as her eyebrows knitted tightly together.



“He had one of the clan leaders delivered an amulet. This amulet was bewitched to cause the inner and darkest attributes of a vampire to emerge. If they wear it long enough they will start to lose track of their senses and become a mindless creature.” He shook his head, “I don’t think my father intended for him to murder innocent civilians. What it was meant for was to kill off Vegeta’s father.”



Bulma looked around the room a bit confused. She tapped her fingers on her lower lip and finally after a moment her eyes grew wide and she quickly whipped around, “Goku, it wasn’t placed upon the King’s son was it?” She quickly made her way to his side.


“Yes, it was meant for the Prince. Julian thought he could keep the Prince under control and he meant to finish him off once the King was killed.” Goku spoke softly, “The amulet is meant to drive a vampire mad, and when placed around their neck they become obsessive with it and keep it on at all times. It can easily be taken off, but it’s no use now. We would have to kill him to get it off him. He would surely kill us.” Goku stood watching the horrified expression on Bulma’s face.



“No, you cannot kill him. That isn’t an option. I can get it off. If I am given some time with him,” she began to pace and ramble.


“Bulma are you insane? He will kill you. You don’t know what state he is in.” Goku frowned deeply.


Chichi slowly walked out of the bathroom connected to the guest bedroom and bit her lower lip. She kept silent seeing the distress it was causing Bulma.


“I am not insane. This man isn’t as bad as everyone thinks he is. His father deserves to die, but not him. He saved my life plenty of times, and not to mention I am now expecting his child. Why in the hell would I want him to die? If I can help him, I sure as hell will try my hardest to make sure that amulet comes off his neck, and make sure Julian pays for this.” Bulma’s anger began to sky rocket.



“I don’t think it is safe Bulma you have to trust me on this.” Goku tried to approach her, but she lifted a hand causing him to stop in his tracks.



“Goku, I can understand why Bulma wishes him alive, but I can also understand why it is seriously dangerous…” Chichi spoke quietly, trying not to send Bulma into a rage.



“I mean there must be something I can do. Maybe we can lure him and if I could just get a few moments alone with him?” Bulma’s eyes shifted around as she thought things through.


“Bulma I don’t think…” Goku began to say but was immediately cut off.


“No, I don’t want to hear how it is bad for me. What is going on inside of me right this moment is also bad for me. Who knows what a vampire’s child could do to my body in the long run. You know what, I am going to bed. I will speak to you when you are more inclined to listening to my ideas.” She threw her hands in the air and exited the room, slamming the door behind her.


Chichi glared at Goku and raised a dark eyebrow, “Well…?”


“What did you want me to say? Oh sure Bulma go get yourself killed? No, I am looking out for her. She is a fool if she thinks she can get that amulet from Vegeta’s neck.” Goku spoke harshly as he rounded the bed.


Chichi watched her mate as he ripped back the comforters on their bed. He had dealt with the vampire clans for years, not to mention his father had been put through a lot because of this notorious vampire King, she could understand the stress he was feeling when it came to Bulma.


“Goku, I believe her idea is completely ludicrous, but she had been placed in a difficult position, especially since she carries the child of this man. There is some sort of emotional attachment there…” Chichi paused seeing the look of pain flash cross Goku’s soft features.


“Chi, you know what happened to my mother. They have no soul, they have no emotion. I don’t care what Bulma thinks. He is the spawn of the man that killed my mother. There will be nothing but pain for her…you know this just as well as I. They are natural predators.” He stated bluntly, not candy coating anything.


Chichi pursed her lips and glanced to the carpeted floor as she wrapped her arms around herself. She nodded slowly understanding exactly what Goku was saying. He knew the creatures better than anyone. Chichi wanted nothing more than for her friend to be safe and sound. What scared her more was that she was carrying the man’s child. What would it do to Bulma’s fragile body? Time would only tell. She just hoped that Bulma didn’t decide to look for him herself. Especially since the Amulet was still around his neck and feeding his madness, which was reaping its way across West City nightly.


Emotions coursed through her body as she slammed the door and locked it angrily. Bulma paced the floor as she let her fingers course through her ocean blue locks of hair. A soft breath escaped her mouth as she willed her body to relax. Her eyes welled with tears as reality tumbled down upon her shoulders. What was she to do? She knew there was something about this Prince that had captivated her attention from the very first. He couldn’t be all bad, right?


She had seen how his tender side could come through when he was placed in certain situations. He was a hybrid, so there had to be some sort of way to access those dormant human tendencies, though she knew very well that it would be tough. The man was very up tight and he oozed of pure cockiness when placed in a room with men whom he knew were under him. Somehow she couldn’t push aside all the bad and access the good side, the side that protected her from harm numerous times.


He had given her a part of him, which was nestled deep in her womb. They had created another life, and she couldn’t just sit back and allow him to be destroyed if she could help it. She wasn’t sure where the manor was, but she was sure Goku could take her there with a bit of convincing.


Bulma quickly entered the bathroom, and leaned forward gripping the porcelain sides with her hands. Her sapphire eyes lifted momentarily watching her reflection a moment feel the rage about to spill over.


“Fuck…” she cursed.


Her lips quivered as she tried desperately to contain her bottled up anger. She finally pulled back her fist and slammed it into the mirror, cracking it with her small knuckles. The sheer force caused the hard mirror to split her knuckles on impact, which caused deep red blood to bubble at the skins surface and flow down her fingers. Droplets fell to the floor as her hands hung loosely at her sides. Bulma’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as she closed her eyes. She had been through so much, and after this much time she finally felt all the pent up emotion rush out. This was too much for one person to handle. She was a strong woman, but there was only so much a person could take with all this madness.


She didn’t love the man she had created a child with, but she would be sure to give back to him. He had protected her, so she needed to protect him. No matter what cost.


Bulma’s eye snapped open when she heard the veranda windows fling open and crash against the walls. She slowly took a few steps toward the open bathroom door, which was located in her room. She peaked out seeing broken glass covering the floor.


“Great…” she whispered softly as she made her way over to the window, careful not to step on any of the glass which was now covering her floor, “Mother!” she called loudly hoping the woman was somewhere on this floor. She would most likely get one of the bots to clean up the mess. She turned quickly and slammed into a hard body, which a hand immediately covered her lips. Bulma let out a soft shriek of terror as her eyes met the black soulless pits of the vampire Prince. Around his black irises a red line brightly accented them, which proved that his hunger had grown tremendously. She willed her body to relax a moment as she breathed quickly through her nostrils.


Her eyes shifted to the amulet which was hidden behind the flap of his black button down shirt. Vegeta’s other arms slowly slid down the length of her body and wrapped itself around her small waist, causing Bulma to jump.


“Don’t scream for them or I might have to….” His hand slide down her chin and spanned the length of her throat, “snap your beautiful neck. It would be a shame, because I truly enjoy everything your precious body has to offer.” He grinned, which showed his gleaming fangs.


Bulma nodded slowly as her eyes widened feeling his hand tighten around her throat softly, “What are you doing here?” she asked breathlessly.


“I came to collect was is mine.” He said softly as he leaned in to brush his lips over her ear, grinning as he felt her body tremble, “I know you enjoy my company just as much as I enjoy yours.” He licked her earlobe and pulled back letting his hungry eyes scan over his face.


Bulma took in a sharp breath and licked her lips, “You have come to take me back to the manor with you?” she allowed her eyes to shift to the door.


“They don’t know I am here yet. That stupid dog is too preoccupied with that mate of his.” He sneered, “And to answer your question, yes you shall be coming with me. I do not wish to speak of this any longer.” He waved a hand over her face, causing Bulma to slump in his arms. Vegeta carefully lifted her over his shoulder and leapt from the veranda.


Bulma’s eye fluttered as she slowly opened them. She was looking at the high ceiling above her and her body was being caressed by the soft silken sheets that covered the bed where she lies. The room was over taken by complete darkness and it took a moment for her eyes to register. She placed a hand upon her forehead and winced slightly feeling the blood rush to her head as she tried to sit up. A wave of nausea hit her like a ton of bricks and before she had time to awaken fully, she forced her body from the bed and dropped to her knees. Her body forced the bile in her belly to rise forcefully up her esophagus and into the small garbage can near the night stand. Bulma coughed and then wiped her salivating mouth with the back of her hand. She gasped for breath feeling her eyes water because of the forceful heaves. Her stomach lurched and she placed a small hand upon it. Slowly coming back from that moment of discomfort, Bulma opened her eyes and looked about the room. She was in his room. She knew it right when she saw it. She was back in the manor from hell. She cursed under her breath thinking back to her desperate pleas to Goku about having a moment with Vegeta, and now that she was actually in his very room. Now of course she immediately regretted her words immensely.



“Are you sick, woman?” That rich voice asked from the shadows.


The heiress gasped softly and dropped back on her rump placed her fingers over her mouth as she searched around the room to find where the voice had come from.


“Where are you?” she spoke harshly, “Don’t you hide in the dark like that.” She scolded and frowned deeply seeing him walk closer to the side of the bed where she sat.



His feet were bare from what she could see as he finally stood right before her. His black pants were creased in the right placed and his black button down dress shirt had three of the buttons loose, which showed off his well-muscled chest.



“There is no need to use that tone with me, woman. All you had to do was ask.” He growled lowly in his throat, a bit agitated by her snapping tone.


“Why would you bring me back to this hell hole? I hadn’t seen my family in months, Vegeta.” She whimpered as she felt her emotions well within her.


“That is no concern of mine. I only wish to have my slave back with me, where you belong.” He said to her as he leaned over to grip her arms softly and giving her a hard yank, quickly getting her to her feet.


Bulma looked into his eyes and shook her head, “I am not yours. I was for a time, but you know just as well as I that I do not belong here. I don’t want you.” She sneered, as she looked away and tried to yank free.


“I do not care what you want, wench. You are mine to do with as I see fit. You are a slave to a vampire Prince, and you should be fucking lucky that I took you in when my father was going to dispose of you!” he snarled, bringing his face just inches from hers.


Bulma could feel his nose brush hers softly, and heard him inhale deeply. He was taking in her scent, and enjoying it greatly. She bit her lower lip and looked down, not wanting to let him in. She quickly closed her eyes when she felt his hands run along the soft flesh of her neck. She did not miss those razor sharp fangs penetrating her flesh, but she did miss other things penetrating her, and that bothered her greatly. She cursed under her breath as she willed the dirty thought from her mind.


“You have missed me. I can’t help but notice the delicious smell your body is giving off. Do you want me woman? Do you want me like I want you?” he growled as his forehead brushed against hers.

“Stop it…” she said forcefully as her breathing increased as she felt his lips brush over the strong plus coming from her jugular vein. She shifted her eyes and got a glimpse of that amulet dangling from his neck. It looked like a crest, and it seemed to glow just like his demonic eyes. That definitely was the source of his actions, if she could only get ahold of it. She slowly started to slide her hand up his chest. Her index finger softly brushed it.


“You don’t want me to stop. Say you want me woman. I have to hear you say you want me.” He growled against her ear, as he reached up to grip the hand working its way up his chest to the cursed amulet.



She gasped and lifted her eyes, afraid that he might have discovered what she was after. Her eyes softened as she finally realized he had other things in mind when he placed her small hand upon his hard erection, which was straining against the material of his pants.



“I-I…” she whispered allowing her fingers to trace over his hard length.


“Yes, tell me…” he leaned in and licked her full lower lip with the tip of his tongue.


Bulma sighed feeling an overwhelming hunger wash over her body, feeling as if she was under a hypnotic spell by the man who was standing before her. Why was she feeling so out of control?

The hungered…not this thirst for his flesh like an addict. Finally after a brief moment of heavy petting she spoke, “Take me…” she whispered taking his lips in a breathless kiss.


Vegeta let out an animalistic roar as he shredded her shirt completely from her body. Her breasts swelled to perfection from beneath the tight cups of her bra. Bulma immediately felt a wave of fear pass through her as the look upon Vegeta’s face changed. He was hungry, and needed the physical contact with her. He was lost in his vampire tendencies, and not even she would be able to bring him back. His hand struck for her hair, gripping it tightly within his grasp. He twisted it roughly, forcing her body to turn and her back was pressed against his hard chest.


Vegeta lapped at her neck as his other hand spanned the length of her belly. Bulma’s eyes grew lidded as she gasped for air.


“Take these off…” he hissed in her ear, giving her ass a hard slap.


Bulma let out a whimper and obeyed him quickly, letting the jeans slip from her rounded hips and fall limply to the floor. Vegeta’s hand descended to the edge of her panties as he caressed her mound with his large hand. He stroked his fingers over the treasure between her thighs, causing her to gasp and grind back against the front of his pants.


“Stop toying with me, Vegeta.” Bulma arched her back, feeling her hardened nipples pressing against the padding of her bra.


“I shall do as I please, bitch.” He whispered harshly against her cheek, nipping it with his fangs, slicing the skin and causing a small droplet of blood to trail down her cheek.


Bulma groaned feeling the pain immediately mix with the pleasure. Vegeta roughly led her by her hair to the long dresser in his room. He released her hair long enough to roughly run his fore arm over the surface of the dresser, causing all of the items upon it to fall to the ground. He forced her head down and gripped her hips, forcing them up for better access. He quickly tore her panties clean from her body and tossed them over his shoulder as he pressed a hand in the middle of her back and unbuttoned his pants with his free hand .


Bulma felt the cool surface press to the swells of her breasts. Her stomach muscles tightened as she was forced to hold herself up on her tip toes as he forced her hips up to meet his straining erection. She lifted her blue eyes and glanced over her shoulder as she felt him messing with his pants. Without warning, Vegeta quickly penetrated her claiming her once again. His hips pressed forward hard, hearing the skin slap together upon impact.



He was not at all soft on her. He needed her right then and there. There was no stopping him. His hips moved violently against her rear. Bulma’s fingers tightly dug into the edge of the dresser as she was immediately over taken by her first climax. Her lips parted and her nails dug into the oak wood as her cries echoed throughout the large room.


Vegeta’s thick fingers gripped her shoulder and yanked her body tightly to his as his hips pumped up, and he sank deeper and deeper into her core. His fangs were throbbing, and not wanting to wait a moment longer he sunk the pearly white fangs deep into the flesh of her shoulder, which caused Bulma to fall over the edge once again in another mind blowing orgasm. He drank deeply, allowing that deep hunger to be sated for a brief while. He hadn’t felt satisfied in weeks. He needed her, and this proved it. Vegeta groaned against her shoulder as he slowed his movements and tensed, spilling himself deep within her. His tongue lapped at the open wound upon her shoulder. He left it open, loving the look of his mark upon her porcelain skin.


He took in her scent once again as she lay over the dresser. He could feel her legs quivering from the after math of their intense love making. His eyebrows knitted and he licked his lips. There was something about the taste of her blood and the way she smelled. Why hadn’t he noticed this before? He had been so wrapped up in getting her back here so he could have his way with her, that he didn’t even notice the change. She was not sick what so ever. Was she…?


Vegeta stumbled back and looked upon her. Bulma slowly slide to the ground next to the dresser, her own eyebrows knitting with concern.


“Woman, you aren’t sick…” he growled.


“No I am not.” She answered, allowing her body to come down from her euphoric state.


He knew…


“You have been with another? You have allowed yourself to…woman you are with child...” He stated as his eyes narrowed, as he bared his teeth.


To be continued…


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