Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Prince ❯ Julian's Escape ( Chapter 17 )

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Chapter 17


Julian’s Escape


Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters.


Author’s note: Thank you for all the alerts and favorites last chapter. I would really like to thank you for reviewing. I know majority of these reviews on my story were from the old version, but I still feel so much better about this story now that I was able to revise it.


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Bulma’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Her vision was blurred and the soft voice of a woman echoed in her ears. She looked around to see a smiling face blurred in front of her. She blinked a few times and tried to push herself up. She felt a rush of intense pain shoot through her skull. She placed a hand upon her fore head and let her body drop back to the comfort of the lush pillow tops.


“Don’t try and move, Bulma.” The woman said again, which this time her voice seemed clearer.


“What happened?” she asked softly, licking her dry lips. Bulma swallowed and winced in pain. Her throat was dry and hurt to speak or swallow.


“You were knocked out; you have been out for a good twelve hours.” She said softly.


“Doris?” Bulma lifted her eyes to see the woman seated beside her on the bed. She gasped softly and looked around the room, “Where is Vegeta?”


“Hush, he is fine. We had the amulet destroyed.” Doris gripped the comforter and pulled it up to her chin, “I also thought you should know the child is safe and growing rather quick.” Doris looked down at the small bump rising on Bulma’s abdomen.


Bulma gasped softly and placed a hand upon her quickly swelling abdomen, “What…are you sure I have been out for just twelve hours?” she whimpered softly feeling her back hit th the headboard.


“Calm yourself dear,” Doris smiled kindly and gripped her shoulders tightly, trying her hardest to ease her stress, “Lay down, it is completely normal. I experienced the same thing when I was carrying my son. He was just as this child was.” Doris smiled, keeping an eye on her belly.


“Doris, I have to tell you something. It has to do with Julian.” Bulma swallowed hard, feeling her anxiety slowly disappear.


“Julian?” Doris asked softly, cocking an eyebrow.


“Yes, he was the one who offered the amulet to King Vegeta. He is not on your side. He is against the King and his son. This was a ploy to take over the throne. I am sure after figuring out the amulet is already taken off, he will find another way, most likely using my creation.” Bulma winced softly and placed a hand upon her head.


“Well, it is funny you should bring it up. Julian is actually speaking…with… the king now…” Doris raised a hand and covered her mouth. Her dark eyes enlarged slightly as she stood up.


“No Doris, please wait. I wish to help. I don’t wish to sit around. Please…” Bulma sighed and tried to swing her legs over the edge of the bed.


“Bulma, like I have said before. You are to stay in your room; I wish no harm to come to my grandchild. I am sure Vegeta wishes nothing to happen as well.” Doris crossed her arms and pointed back to the bed, letting a small frown form upon her dark colored lips.


Bulma glanced up through her messy bangs and frowned. Her hands clenched the sheets of the bed, “Fine, but please be alert. I wish nothing bad to happen to you, or even that King of yours.” Bulma forced the words from her lips.


Doris crossed her arms over her chest and offered a smile, “I promise I shall be back as soon as I can, my love.” She whispered and placed a motherly kiss upon her forehead. Doris turned and quickly made her way toward the door. She exited quickly and left Bulma in the room to herself.


As soon as the door clicked shut, Bulma forced herself up and quickly dressed into her clothing that was folded upon the dresser. They most likely had changed her into something comfortable when she was unconscious. She wasted not a moment more and slowly walked to the door. She tested the door knob, seeing that Doris’ trust in her was too great, and she was foolish not to lock the door on the opposite side like they had done to her time and time again.


She peeked her head out and noticed a human woman coming down the hallway. She was carrying a small watering pot, which she guessed she was making her round to each living plant located throughout the mansion. She slipped out of the door, planting her back against it. She smiled softly and slowly made her way up to the woman.


“I am sorry to bother you, is Matt still employed here?” Bulma hoped nothing bad had happened to him when the Lycan’s had attacked the first time. She bit her lower lip and laced her fingers together, holding her hands to her chest.


The woman paused and looked up at the blue haired girl before her. Her dark eyes widened in shock, which she most likely remembered her from the last time. She had brought food to her when she was being held captive here.


“Um, yes he is in the Kitchen like always, Miss. Why do you…” she paused as she was embraced and gasped softly.


“Thank you very much!” Bulma smiled brightly and slowly crept through the hallway and quickly made her way down the stairs, receiving interesting looks by the guards in the process. When did she not receive those looks from them? Bulma rolled her eyes.


She slipped down the dark hallway and into the kitchens. Her blue eyes scanned the perimeter and zoned in on Matt. She felt her nostrils flare as a delicious smell caught her attention. Her mouth instantly began to water and her eyes drooped. She looked around for the source of the smell and it landed upon a raw roast, which was about to go into the oven. Bulma’s eyes widened in shock as she figured out her body was not only carrying a vampire’s seed, but she was craving raw meat. Lovely!


“Matt, over here!” Bulma said in a soft tone as she hurried in his direction.


“Oh my god, Bulma I am so shocked to see you here. I heard…are you alright?” he asked softly, embracing her immediately.


Bulma’s cheeks flushed deeply as she embraced the man in return, “Well, thank you for the hug, but I came to get some information.” She whispered softly, shifted her gaze over her shoulder. She didn’t want anyone she didn’t know to hear their discussion.


“Oh, sure that is fine. I am just so glad to see you weren’t hurt.” Matt’s smile was just as stunning as before. Bulma could hardly take her eyes off the handsome man.


“Do you know where the weapons are kept?” Bulma’s eyes narrowed some seeing the emotions flood across his face.


“Y-yes, why? What are you planning on doing?” he asked gripped her shoulders.


“I have to stop that bastard, Julian. He is planning something terrible against the Prince, and I just cannot allow him to try and take over. You think you had it bad before? This will be even worse.” She whispered to him.


“Yes, I can show you, but Bulma please be careful. If you wish me to help out I can.” He let his hands slide down her slim arms carefully.


Bulma pulled away and nodded, “Thank you Matt, but I think I got it. I don’t want anyone else hurt.” She said softly, “Now, show me the way.”


Matt nodded quickly and gripped her hand in his, leading her to the basement of the mansion. There was a door that wasn’t too far from the kitchen, which led to the basement. They only were allowed down there if they were putting away supplies for the kitchen. They weren’t granted to go down there a lot, and if they were there was always a guard in the lower half prepared to intercept anyone who was going down the wrong hallway.


Of course like Matt had predicted there was a guard at the end of the hallway, blocking Bulma from getting into the door, which housed the ammo. Matt cursed under his breath and looked around. There was a small dark area in which Bulma could stand and get past if he could only get the guards attention.


“Hurry, get into the darkness before he turns around.” Bulma nodded and slowly made her way down the wooden steps toward the dark corner, which offered her a small bit of wall to hide her from being seen. Matt swallowed hard and held out a hand in a slight gesture to let Bulma know it wasn’t safe, and that he had been spotted.


“What are you doing down here?” the guard growled softly and started to make his way toward them.


Matt then began to panic, his bright eyes widened in fear, which Bulma noticed right away. Just as the guard rounded the corner Bulma’s eye was caught by the fire extinguisher which was attached to the wall, just feet from her.


“Thank you Jesus.” Bulma smiled and unhooked it from the wall.


She took in a deep breath and knocked the human man upside the head, which caused him to drop in a heap on the ground. She started to breath frantically, praying he was still alive.


“How in the hell did you know he was a human?” Matt’s eyes were filled with panic, and his jaw dropped so far, Bulma feared it would hit the ground.


“I-I don’t know. I just thought if I hit him hard enough he would go down. Damn it, I didn’t realize you didn’t have a freakin’ plan!” Bulma scolded him in a loud whisper, “Enough of this, let’s get into the room quick!” she waved him down the stairs.


Doris could hear the soft sounds of Julian’s voice as she approached the King’s office. The King was back to himself, just barely had enough strength to feed on that human that was prepared him. If they would have waited any longer he would have been dead. She pushed open the door and noticed the man sitting in a chair across from the King. King Vegeta was starting to get some color back in his face, but he was still awfully pale, a little too pale for her liking.


“Doris, what are you doing? Woman, you cannot just barge into my office unannounced.” He growled lowly in his throat.


“I am sorry, my King. I only wish to speak to you about the girl.” Doris said softly, resting her arm against the door, her eyes flashing in his direction in sort of a warning.


The King’s eyebrows knitted a bit as he stood slowly from his desk, which cause his hand to come down and grip the edge for support.


Julian’s eyes narrowed some, watching the King’s weak movements to stand.


Prefect, I am glad the Prince wounded him just enough. The dogs should be able to take him down no problem.


Julian’s dark mind wandered and just as the though passed through, he glanced up to look upon the King’s old interest, Doris.


“Oh are you speaking about that exquisite blue haired goddess? I am glad to know she is just fine, I cannot wait to speak with her again.” Julian’s silky voice caressed over Doris’ ear, causing the woman’s eyes to narrow and meet his.


They were also rewarded with a growl from the corner where the Prince sat. His head was propped up by his index finger and thumb as he watched the man before him. He was back to himself, but seemed detached and drained. The amulet had taken a lot out of him, but it didn’t change the fact that he spoke about Bulma, and that irritated him greatly.


“Watch that mouth of yours, vermin. That is my woman.” He growled lowly, watching Julian carefully with those dark eyes of his.


Doris sucked in a sharp breath noticing her son had finally come out from hiding. It hadn’t taken him long, or perhaps his father dragged him out? The King made his way toward the open door, preparing to speak with Doris about the woman’s health, but something caught his eye.


A guard flew down the hall, which caused Doris to turn abruptly and allow him through, “My King, Lycan’s have breached the walls. They are coming to the entrance!” the man swallowed, blinking rapidly.


“What!” the King swiped his arm and growled lowly, flashing his fangs. The guard gripped his handgun tightly as he glanced over his shoulder hearing the shouts of the guards, which were assembling in the main hall.


Prince Vegeta stood quickly and walked toward the door. His eyes flashed toward Julian.


The man was already standing and had his hands in his pocket. He was calm, but wasn’t he always?


“I guess we shall take on these dogs head on?” The Prince sneered with distaste.


“Vegeta, you shall not attack unless they break through that door and attack first.” The King held out a hand, “Were they in beast form?” The King’s gaze shifted to the guard before him.


“No sir, they were jumping the fence as humans. Bardock, their leader, was at the head of the group, my King.” He stuttered.


The King nodded and made his way toward the main hall, preparing for the door to be knocked down at any second. Prince Vegeta quickly gripped his holster, which contained two hand guns at his waist. Both were filled with liquid silver bullets, thanks to his woman. His father was armed because he saw the movement to his waist. He knew that sorry excuse for a vampire, Julian, had something on him, that man never went anywhere without some sort of ammo. Vegeta’s eyes slipped to his mother, who was holding back a ways. She was most likely preparing to hurry to the back stairs if needed. The woman was still in her rooms, and there was no way he was going to let these beasts get to her. He would be damned if he let them take her again.  


Just as the King and Julian walked into the main entrance to prepare for the arrival of the Lycan’s, Vegeta turned and watched his mother, shifting his eyes to the ground. His hand reached out hesitantly, as his lips parted slightly. Doris’ eyes shifted up to meet her son’s face. Her dark eyebrow knitted slightly as she took in his dark features. What was on his mind? Bulma? Finally he spoke quickly.


“How…how is the woman?” he asked not making eye contact with her.


Doris looked upon her son’s face with surprise seeing the pain flash quickly over his features, “My son, she is well. The child she carries is strong and growing rapidly.” She reached up and caressed his face.


Vegeta shifted his face away from her touch, causing the woman to retract her hand to her chest. She bit her lower lip and kept an eye on him, “Good, I want the woman and her child to be protected.” He said softly, shifting his body as he made his way toward his father, preparing to fight the enemy, “Go up with her, and stay there until someone arrives. Do not open for anyone.” Vegeta shot over his shoulder.


Doris nodded stiffly and hurried around toward the back staircase. She paused a brief moment and blurred, her movements were too quick to see. Prince Vegeta watched the small blurring trail heading toward the stairs. He grinned softly and shifted his eyes to meet Julian’s. An interesting spark of amusement caught his attention. Prince Vegeta sneered at the man and gripped the guns on his hips.


“What are you looking at, clown” he growled raising his black eyebrow.


“Oh nothing at all, my Prince, I am just excited to see what our furry friends are here for? Could it be for your precious blue haired woman?” He pursed his lips and began to chuckle seeing he had gotten a rise out of the Prince, “It is so nice to see you are back to yourself.” He chuckled even louder.


Vegeta lunged forward to wrap his hand around the man’s throat, but paused as his father shouted. King Vegeta turned around gripped the back of Vegeta’s suit tightly, halting his movements, “Stop this now, Vegeta. This is no time to fight with your allies when the enemy is right at the front…”


The front doors were busted wide open causing them to lower their bodies and shield their eyes. An animalistic roar filled their ears as Bardock stepped in, followed by Brolli, and his son Kakkarot. Prince Vegeta and the other’s shifted their eyes toward the entrance seeing they were still in their human form.


“What are you doing in my home, again!?” King Vegeta shouted, his hand clutching the gun at his side.


Bulma used a crow bar to pop open a couple of the boxes. She quickly loaded two guns with UV bullets, and kept the safety off, just in case. She handed one of those guns to Matt, whose eyes were wide.


“Those don’t look like silver bullets.” He pointed to the small packages, which contained the bullets she loaded the guns with.


“Nope, they aren’t.” Bulma shifted her eyes upward to meet his confused stare, and offered him a bright grin, “Our enemy isn’t the Lycan’s. It is one particular traitor among the Vampires.” Bulma explained and gripped the handle tightly.


“Oh really? Are you sure about that?” Matt gripped his own gun and followed Bulma out toward the hallway, closing the door behind him.


“I am sure, Matt. Julian has been planning to take over for months, most likely longer than that. He hates Prince Vegeta and most likely hates the King as well. He is here, and we need to make sure he gets one of these in his chest.” She frowned deeply.


Matt’s eyebrows knitted, “Bulma, why not just kill them all?” he asked, which forced her to quickly turn around and face him, forcing him into the wall.


“If it isn’t Julian, they are off limits.” She blinked a few times, “Are we clear?” she whispered softly.


Matt nodded slowly and held up a hand, “I got it, Bulma” he said and with that Bulma lifted up on her tip toes to lightly kiss him upon the cheek.


“Good, now come on.” She chuckled and hurried up the steps. Bulma felt an odd sensation within her lower abdomen and immediately doubled over, almost falling upon her face. Matt’s arm gripped around her torso and held her up, keeping her from falling down the steps.


Bulma placed a hand upon her abdomen and blinked a few times in shock. She took in a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder, finally catching her footing thanks to Matt, “Thank you…”


“You alright?” he asked looking her over. Thankfully the shirt Bulma was wearing was loose, and hid the small baby bump forming. That was the last thing she needed was for him to completely loose it because she was pregnant, thought she wouldn’t tell him who the father was.


“I am fine, let’s keep moving.” She whispered hearing soft screams of distress coming from the kitchens. They both hurried up the steps and turned the corner to see two guards telling the human’s to get down on the ground.


“Everyone listen up, you know what to do. Stay on the ground and don’t move until this place is secured…” one of their heads popped up, “Hey what were you doing down there?” the dark haired guard asked, while lifting a hand and pointing at them. Matt immediately lifted up his hands, forfeiting. Bulma shot him a look and elbowed him in the gut, which caused him to immediately reconsider.


“Hey, come on man!” Bulma growled and threw up her hands, shaking her head.


“Sorry, they make me nervous…” he whispered.


The two guards chuckled seeing the exchange, “I am not going to ask again,” one of them said.


“You will let us through, I am not asking either. Unless you wish Prince Vegeta to tear you limb from limb for laying a hand upon his blood slave.” Bulma waltzed up to the guards and placed her hands upon her waist.


The two men paused a moment speaking among themselves about the blue haired woman who carried a child. Bulma knew at that moment they knew she was not kidding.


“This isn’t social hour. I can just shoot you; I have UV bullets in this gun. So does my friend here.” She nodded toward her friend, pointing the gun at one of their faces keeping her arms tight toward her body so it couldn’t be easily taken.


Their eyes widened slightly as they held up their hands, “Just go through, you don’t have to shoot us.”


Bulma smiled and nodded, allowing Matt to hurry in front of her out of the kitchen. The human’s cowering on the floor looked around and began to whisper.


“Alright be quiet, this…isn’t social hour.” The guard growled, placing his hands upon his waist after the woman and her accomplice hurried past. Immediately the human’s coward and waited for more instructions.



Bardock’s dark eye’s skimmed over the hall, lifting toward vaulted ceilings. He took in a deep breath and sneered, showing off his gleaming canines, “Ah, good to see you too, your Majesty,” Bardock said loudly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.


“You didn’t answer my God Damned question, dog.” He growled releasing his gun from his holster.


Bardock smirked and shifted his eyes toward the man’s holster, “I don’t think that is a wise idea, old man.” He spoke lowly, taking a few steps toward the men surrounding the King.


Everyone’s attention was drawn toward the back when a soft click echoed through the quiet room. Julian had his handgun loaded and ready to fire in the back of Prince Vegeta’s head.


“Do not move a muscle, or I will send a UV bullet right into the little Prince’s brain.” Julian snarled, willing everyone to take a step back.


“What in the fuck is going on here!?” King Vegeta growled and shot Julian and look of pure death, “You idiot, what in the hell do you think you are doing?” the King shot up a dark eyebrow and tried to move closer, only to have the end of the gun come closer to the back of his son’s head.


“Don’t do anything stupid, Julian…” The Prince growled, gritting his teeth tightly.


“You both are the biggest idiots I know. Have you ever heard of keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer? Well, I guess I have been following that very well. I am going to kill you off and your stupid son and take over. I have worked something out with the Lycan’s.” Julian chuckled loudly, “I am a little sad that the Amulet was retrieved from your neck, but then again I didn’t think that woman would be smart enough to figure out that only a human could remove it from your neck, but either way you both are going to die tonight. I am going to give the honors of beheading the King to Bardock here. It seems to me you have some differences you need worked out.” Julian chuckled as the group parted allowing the three Lycan’s to pass through.


Kakkarot’s eyes shifted around the room and met with Prince Vegeta’s dark gaze who was growling in his direction, “Vegeta…” he whispered under his breath and snarled softly.


“I have waited so long to get my hands on you, fucking piece of shit.” Bardock gripped the King around the neck tightly.


“Bardock, please maybe we can work something out…” he held up his hands and gritted his teeth feeling the warm hand of the Lycan came in contact with his neck. He was weak, and would not be able to defend himself if needed. He could only try his hardest to talk his way out of this.


“There will be no negotiating, vermin,” He growled, “You tortured my mate, and killed her. She was carrying my child, and you did not show mercy. I shall show you no mercy. Your existence is pathetic.” With that Bardock’s grip grew tighter. His dark eyes shimmered gold and his jaw opened, showing off his lengthening teeth. His snout started to distort slightly. He let out an animalistic growl and latched onto his neck, tearing through the dead flesh, causing dark blood to seep from the wound.


The King started to gurgle as blood flowed up her throat and out his mouth. Bardock yanked back with a mouthful of flesh between his lips. The man let out a roar of pleasure and then completely tore the head of the King clean from his shoulders, letting it drop to a bloody heap on the hard floor.


Kakkarot gritted his teeth and shifted his eyes to the side, unable to look at the disgusting display. His father wasted not one moment to cause that creature pain. He put him from his misery and was enjoying it immensely.


Prince Vegeta let out a loud cry and tried to lunged forward, but Julian gripped his arm tightly, “Easy there Prince Vegeta. You shall be next, only I shall be the one to do the honors…” he chuckled loudly.


“Put down that fucking gun now, or so help me God I will install a window in the back of your head, free of charge.” Bulma’s soft voice echoed as she aimed the gun toward Julian’s head.


Julian’s head dropped back as a dramatic laugh escaped his lips, “Oh, you are a sneaky human. I like you spirit. If you are a good girl and put down that gun, I promise to let you live and even might allow you to become my slave.” He shifted his eyes over his shoulder, grinning in her direction.


“Sorry, I already belong to someone, and I don’t want that to change.” She gripped the gun tightly and spat at his feet.


“You keep your filthy hands off her, your dead you hear me.” Prince Vegeta snarled.


“Bulma what in the hell are you doing!?” Kakkarot growled and tried to make his way around the group, only to be thrown back by Brolli’s strong grip.


“Do not move, boy,” Brolli glared down at the leader’s son.


Bardock took in a deep breath and shifted toward the Prince, his eyes still glowing with the beast. Bardock gripped a long dagger that slide down into his palm, which was placed upon his wrist for safe keeping and approached him slowly, “Your turn has come my friend…” Bardock whispered, which caused Julian to grin.


Prince Vegeta prepared himself, which caused Brolli’s eyes to shift toward Julian. Kakkarot paused and settled close toward Brolli, preparing to back up his father.


“No, leave him alone!” Bulma dropped her guard and began to run toward Vegeta. Kakkarot quickly shifted form Brolli’s grasp and in a few quick movements he was gripping Bulma’s body against his.


“Hush…” he whispered against her ear.


“You traitor, you son of a bitch I told you not to kill him…you lied. I hate you!” she kicked and screamed, feeling tears streaming down her cheeks as she was about to witness yet another death.


Bardock shifted his arm quickly and sliced through flesh, causing dark blood to seep toward the ground. A loud howl of pain filled the room. In the pool of blood lay a hand clutching the handle of a handgun. Julian reached up and gripped his wrist, which was now was a stub. He fell to the ground and started to snarl. His eyes flashed red as he bared his teeth at Bardock, “You fool, what have you done to me!?” he cried loudly.


Prince Vegeta stood in shock, but wasted not a moment more and tackled Bardock to the floor. Julian’s body blurred and he was gone from the room. The trail of his essence flashed, and out the front door. He was going to run. He wouldn’t make it far, but of course he still had men who would follow him. Brolli allowed him to leave, for he knew they would be able to track him down in time. His attention shifted to the wrestling duo.


Bardock gripped the bloodied dagger and tried to jab it into Vegeta’s heart only to have his arm slammed to the ground near his face. Prince Vegeta growled, his eyes flashing bright red, as his teeth were gleaming bright white, “You have killed my father, and I shall now kill you…” he breathed softly grinning as his hand gripped the man’s wrist, tilting the dagger toward Bardock’s face. The tip of the dagger began to graze the soft skin, causing the man to cry out in pain.


“Vegeta stop!” Bulma thrashed.


The guards surrounding them lunged forward to attempt and help the Prince, but a loud growl escaped Brolli’s lips and he lunged forward scattering the hand full of guards throughout the room, slamming them through furniture, walls, and even skidding down the hall way. Brolli barred his teeth, causing the frightened fools to step back.


Brolli gripped the Prince by the back of the neck and held him in the air, tossing him carelessly to the side.


“Damn it Brolli, could you have waited any longer?” Bardock let a soft breath escape his lips as he wiped the droplets of blood away, which were trailing down his cheek.


“Sorry...” was the man’s only response.


Bulma slipped form Kakkarot’s grip and ran to Vegeta’s side. Just as Bulma was allowed free a small woman emerged from the dark hallway, completely in shock at the amount of blood flowing over the floor. She had been searching for Bulma, when realization that she might be with the group hit her, she immediately hurried back after wasted minutes away because she was searching.


Her hand shot to her mouth to see the father of her son, lying in a pool of his own blood. She twisted away and gripped her hand tightly over her mouth, dropping to her knees. Doris sobbed for him, and her son. Her whole body wracked with sobs as her hands dropped to the floor.


Kakkarot shifted his eyes toward the woman and slowly approached her. He reached out and spoke softly, “I am so sorry, let me help you up…” he was rewarded with a slice of her sharp nails. Doris bared her teeth at him and hissed.


“Keep away from me you, beast.” She growled, “You have killed the father of my son, I do not wish to speak to any of you. What, are you going to kill my son? Are you going to kill me?” she sobbed, feeling her blood red tears dripped down her porcelain cheeks.


Bulma helped Vegeta against the wall. Her hands were pressed to his chest, “Do not try anything. Kakkarot is my friend. I won’t allow them to harm you or Doris.” She whispered.


Vegeta glanced up at her and sneered, shifting his eyes from her, “I don’t need your help woman, and don’t even thing about leaving here…” he gripped her wrist.


“I didn’t plan on it…we have bigger things to worry about. That bastard is still on the loose.” She gripped his hand in hers.


“I will spare the Prince for now, but I shall kill you one day.” Bardock growled and started to walk toward the broken in doorway.


Brolli followed and shifted his gaze over his shoulder, “Come on Kakkarot.”


“Don’t you think…we need to be sure they aren’t attacked by any of Julian’s men?” Kakkarot asked softly.


“What are you implying, Kakkarot?” Bardock growled, crossing his arms over his chest.


“We should…” Kakkarot swallowed hard.


“Join forces?” Brolli asked softly.


Bardock growled lowly and looked down.


“Father, the King is dead. Vegeta may be his son, but he did not kill my mother. You have gotten revenge. Now is the time to let go. I am sure that Vegeta wishes these bastards to be six feet under just as much as we do.” Kakkarot walked toward his father.


Bardock’s eyebrows knitted and his lips pursed tightly, “Fine…do you hear that, Vamp? Get your men prepared. We will join up and get that son of a bitch. Don’t mix this up with friendship. We shall never be friends, but we will be allies for a short time. Only till this is all said and done, don’t expect anything from me afterwards.” Bardock pointed a finger at the Prince.


“I didn’t expect a friendship, dog. I never said I agreed anyway, but if I decide it will be on my terms!” The Prince shouted at the pack leader, pushing his body up and shrugging Bulma from him.


“Your terms?” Bardock laughed loudly, “Cocky son of a bitch. We shall see Prince… or shall I call you, King?” he chuckled and walked from the Mansion leaving Bulma and Vegeta alone. Doris slowly made her way toward the two, her eyes shifting toward Bardock’s son in the process.


“Vegeta, I will always be your ally. My father needs some time. I am sure you can understand his situation. Your father killed my mother. In time I am sure things shall change. If he wanted you dead he would have done it.” Kakkarot said softly approaching the group.


Vegeta chuckled and then sneered, “I could have killed your father, and he had no chance. As for this alliance, how do I know you’re not going to fuck me over? I don’t want to end up in Julian’s position.” He motioned to the hand still lying in a pool of blood.


“Please Vegeta, listen to him. He is a friend. I promise in accepting their help you will have a great ally.” Bulma whispered, which caused Doris to make a noise of disgust.


“I think these beasts need to leave us. They have already caused enough damage.” Doris shifted her angry eyes to Bardock’s son.


“Bulma has my number; we shall speak soon, Vegeta.” Kakkarot followed after his father and Brolli leaving the three alone.


Vegeta’s eyes shifted toward his woman and eyed her carefully, “You are not hurt?” he whispered.


“No, I am fine.” Bulma swallowed softly shifting her blue gaze to meet his. She lifted a hand to caress Vegeta’s face, but he shifted away from her touch completely avoiding it. Bulma looked down and pulled her hand away.


“Good, I would hate for you or that child to be harmed. We will be leaving this place until it can be remodeled. My father had another hide out not far from here. Get ready.” He shot over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hallway.


Doris’ eyes shifted to meet Bulma’s and offered her a kind smile, “I am glad you are alright.” She whispered.


“We will have him buried…Doris.” Bulma pulled the woman into a loving embrace, which immediately lead to the woman bursting into tears yet again.


“Is it bad that I am glad in a way he is gone?” Doris asked against the fabric of Bulma’s top.


“No…that man hurt you for years. You are free of that now. You should be happy. Vegeta is nothing like his father…I just hope he makes the right decisions…” Bulma whispered.


“Bulma?” a muffled man’s voice came from the closet, along with soft knocking.


“What is that?” Doris glanced in the direction of the voice.


“Oh yes,” Bulma smiled softly, “I am coming!” she walked around the debris and pulled open the closet door. Matt was inside huddled to the ground with the gun clutched to his chest.


“Why did you do that?” Matt frowned deeply.


“You would have only gotten in my way, Matt. I had no choice but to stuff you in the closet.” Bulma chuckled, offering him a hand.


At the last moment before approaching Julian, Bulma had opened the closet door, which caused Matt to close in behind her. Bulma was sure to push him in and close the door behind him. She noticed there was not a door knob on the inside of the closet door. She knew he would not be getting out unless she came for him. She made that decision only because she knew he was not prepared to pull the trigger and he would only get himself hurt in the process.


“Well, geez. I just haven’t used a gun before. They make me nervous. Are you alright?” he asked, embracing her softly.


“I am fine.” Bulma embraced him in return for a small amount of time, but shrugged from his grasp.


“Let’s get cleaned up, I have a feeling we are going to have a lot of work ahead of us.” Bulma gripped Doris’s hand and yanked her up the stairs.


Matt shifted his gaze to the pool of blood covering the main entry way, “What in the hell?” he signed softly and followed after the women, feeling grateful for Bulma locking him in the closet.


“Bulma! Wait for me!” he called for her.


Julian’s body came crashing into his safe house. Radditz jumped up from his seat and ran to his side.


“What in the hell happened?” Radditz asked seeing the bloody stump where his hand used to be.


“B-blood…need…blood.” Julian whispered threw his cracked lips. His color was completely gone. It wasn’t a moral wound, but blood would heal him instantly instead of waiting for the healing process to take over, which could be weeks. He didn’t have weeks with the Prince and the Lycan’s most likely after him.  


Radditz beckoned one of their blood slaves toward him. She offered him a gnawed wrist, which he gladly took because of his weak state. His lips parted over the flesh, biting deep into her arm. The blood created a blast of sparks against his eyelids and his body surged forward as the power enveloped him. His eyes shot open as his mouth filled with large amounts of blood. He snarled and released her shoving her off him. He panted and closed his eyes once again feeling the tissue around his missing hand healing rapidly and his coloring in his face coming back immediately.


“I am going to kill that fucking Prince, and those stupid dogs.” Julian sneered.


“How…how did this happen?” Radditz motioned to his missing hand.


“That fool Bardock is going to die by my hand.” Julian pushed himself up and snarled loudly, tossing over a couple end tables in his moment of pure rage. He had been deceived. He couldn’t believe he didn’t see it coming. He was too focused on obtained the throne.


“I think I am going to hit that boy Prince where it hurts. I am going to kill that blue haired whore of his.” Julian leaned over the desk, clawing into the wood.


“She is going to be begging for death when I get my hands on her…” he chuckled softly; his eyes glowed brightly with the need for revenge.


Be Prepared little girl, I am coming for you and that child you carry in your womb…



Thank-you for all the kind reviews that I received along with the awesome amount of alerts and favorites! Vampire Prince has come to an end.


Vampire Queen will be coming next.


I hope all my silent readers as well as my reviewers follow me when I finally post the first chapter.


Thank-you all again!


Mallie-3


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