"Last Circle"
By: Prophet WolfStar
Disclaimer: If BJT were mine...wow...XD If DBZ were mine...YAY! But seeing as how the only character I own in this fanfic is Cassandra, Sharon(if I decide to include her any more than by mere mention of her name and purpose) and any others that I shall note as they come in. Don't sue meh?
A/N: Ok, so basically this is a crossover between the Black Jewels Trilogy and Dragon Ball Z. However, for those BJT fans out there, the original characters are NOT in this fanfic due to the fact that it is set long after Daemon and Lucivar's death. However, Saetan, Draca and Lorn WILL BE. Those who are Blood in this fanfic are descendants. Only a handful of the Blood remain, so don't flame me about that too badly, ok? I 3 you! I would also like to note that there will be several chapters in the future set in the POV of different characters, and I'll make sure I note them as they are posted!
ALERT: If you are NOT 18 or are offended by scenes of sexual content, please go no further. There are sex scenes in this fanfic, so please, if you're underage or just don't like them, please know that you've been warned. If you heart sex, well, there yu go! Love to all! (Fan fiction . net version will have said scenes omitted)
Rating also high to random bouts of harsh language. But what is a Saiyajin no Ouji and a certain Android #17 without dirty mouths? XD
Summary: A darker taint, a new war. Cassandra could end it all, but the rising tension between her Consort and Vegeta begins to darken her heart, sending her spiraling down a much darker path than she would ever walk down. Will she save the planet or be the instrument of its destruction?
Chapter 1 (forgive for the shortness as a lemon was deleted from this chapter to make it fan fiction . net safe!)
"One of these days..." Bulma promised herself as her parents finally left for the month with Trunks on a very long cruise and that familiar booming voice echoed through the halls of her home, feeding an already irritating headache, causing her to clutch the bottle of aspirin with a vengeance and curse the Saiyajin no Ouji's very existence.
"Woman!"
She glanced at the plate of food she'd made for herself and the huge bowl of macaroni she'd made for him and fought the urge to dump a ton of rat poison into it. "I have a name," She hissed, unwilling to raise her voice and give her migraine a reason to seek retaliation for such an action.
"Where's my meal!"
"If it was up your ass..." She began, catching herself when she felt his thunderous footsteps announcing his entrance into the kitchen. Her hand reached up to her chest and her pale, slender fingers curled around the gray jewel hanging there, wanting desperately to tap into its reservoir of power. Of course, that would start the slew of questions from her Ouji and she really didn't have the energy to explain everything to him. Everything was just so complicated, so detailed, that her abnormally genius mind would overload his in a heartbeat. What had Cassandra called it? "Are you kidding me, sugar? Male thinking may be logical whereas ours is illogical, but when it all comes down to it, it's actually the illogical that is really logical. Period."
"Well?"
"It's on the table, Vegeta," She popped the cap on the bottle of aspirin and downed two large pills with one swallow of water. She was getting sick, she could already feel it. But did that matter in this house anymore? No, of course not, because no matter what she'd have to be busting her ass for the arrogant jerk behind her just so he could train and drive everyone nuts. But what was his point anymore? It had been years since the defeat of Cell and Goku's death, so why did he continue? It seemed that her Saiyajin no Ouji was still training to become the best. It was something that would never change about him, and she really didn't want it to, but sometimes, just sometimes, couldn't he just stop and spend a few days with her, in her company, rather than training for a danger that hadn't yet even been revealed? Of course, the whole point of her parents taking her son and getting on a cruise for a one month long period was done strictly to ease the tension in the house as of late. That Vegeta would comply and actually show some of that side of himself that only she ever saw was starting to become more and more doubtful.
And he seemed to be more on edge than usual lately. But there was no reason, so what the hell was his problem?
Then again, in the last few months, Bulma had felt a strange kind of stirring in her, a stirring she hadn't felt in...well...not in a very long time. And she sincerely hoped beyond hope that it meant that she was going to get a visit from a friend she hadn't seen in nearly a year. It would explain Vegeta's edginess because whenever Cassandra came around to visit, the tension between them was just so...well, intense. She approved of him but was always scolding his way of showing his 'love' for her, if that's what the emotion he showed to her and her alone could be described as. Cassandra's boyfriend, as Bulma had recently learned from Juuhachigou, was no different from Vegeta, save for the lack of power. She had a hunch that she knew one more person who could be exactly like Vegeta with a lot of power, just not as much as his, and sincerely hoped that she was wrong. Vegeta had started to form a frail bond with Cassandra the last time she'd come around and Bulma had really wanted a friendship to blossom between them. If her Queen didn't approve or get along with her chosen Consort, then what the hell was she going to do?
Disliking that her thoughts had slipped into the complicated and frustrating world of Blood Protocol, Bulma finally turned towards the table and found herself staring into a well toned and sculpted chest.
"Yes?"
"Explain,"
"Explain what?" She moved to the side to get around him but he threw his arms out to either side of her, gripping the counter-top, trapping her in place. "Really, Vegeta, can't you lay off with the theatrics? I've got a headache from HFIL itself and all I want to do is tuck myself into lunch and get to work." Why was he struggling to keep his hands at the counter? She risked a glance up at him and didn't really like what she saw, but she couldn't read him and she wasn't sure what was wrong with him in the first place, and it worried her deeply. What was wrong with him?
"I don't care, onna!"
"Then why do you have me pinned?" The hopefulness she felt betrayed her and she cursed inwardly. She hated the outward show of the fact that she needed him, wanted him, missed him, when he could easily hide it all from her.
"I said explain,"
"Tell me what you want me to explain!" Bulma snarled in frustration, pushing vainly at his chest to get him off her but he didn't even budge the smallest of increments.
"Our son,"
"What about him?" Bulma looked up at him, her curiosity at the fact that their son ended up being the topic of discussion overcoming her.
"I sparred with him today, onna, and there's something about him that isn't right,"
"Aww, did he kick your ass?" She attempted to duck under his arm to get away, but expecting not to make it very far, just glared at him expectantly when he shot his arm down to block her escape.
"His power is different than mine,"
"Of course it is, baka, he's not full Saiyajin!"
"No, he's not, but his Saiyajin power is the same as mine, but there's something else to it and I know it has something to do with this," He lifted his left arm and hooked the chain of her gray jewel around his index finger and lifted it to her chin. "I know there is power in this jewel, Bulma, I can feel it. I've felt it since I first saw you on Namek eleven years ago, and I've had enough of ignoring it. You will explain its power to me! You will explain why it has effected our son."
"Can't it wait, Vegeta? I don't feel well right now and trying to explain Blood culture to you would overload my brain and probably make your damn head explode. But you know, maybe it would force the stick that's in your ass to come out! Kami knows the world would be at ease after that."
He growled at her and lowered his arm, continuing to trap her between himself and the counter, but something flickered in the back of his eyes that signified that he was willing to yield the battle under a certain condition. She groaned and rested her head against his chest, feeling the muscles there flex and tense up as she did so. His Warlord Prince instincts were kicking into overtime, whether he knew that or not, so she was exasperated as she growled, "You're going to start fussing, aren't you?"
"It annoys you, so yes,"
"Prick,"
"Thank you,"
"Fine, you can fuss all you want, so long as we can eat and I can lie down while you bitch and moan,"
"Agreed,"
Stress had been clouding her usually acute judgment for the last couple of days, but Cassandra could clearly tell that something was off, something in the abyss that teased her mind into awareness, even though all she wanted to do was shut herself off and snuggle into the bed to sleep for a few hours. Whatever it was was sending ripples of emotion through the webs of power that made up the abyss, keeping her up at night in worry about something she really couldn't rally her mind up to figuring out. There was something wrong, she knew that much, but she didn't know what.
But at least she knew the source; Bulma.
Mother night, how long had it been since her last visit? Almost a year now...
"It's been too long," Cassandra breathed into the darkness of her bedroom as she knelt onto the mattress and pulled the blankets back to tuck herself into their warmth. However, their current captive cut the movement short and caught her attention with his own murmuring of, "Yes, it has,"
"You don't even know what I'm talking about," Cassandra snarled as a set of piercing cerulean eyes pinned her to stillness. He was the only one who could look at her like that and not entice disgust from her. She liked being pinned by those beautiful eyes of his, even if they were artificial. "But I have a feeling I know what you're talking about..." Her voice was steady and sarcastic, but her body betrayed her and instead of attempting to do something that would so obviously prove his own instincts and acute senses correct, Cassandra remained still.
She was too tired for a tussle with him, even if her mind would deny her sleep for at least two more hours. Of course, the thought was tempting...
Need a distraction, damnit! A distraction! Cassandra shifted her naturally gold eyes away from those of her lovers and finally came to rest on the folds of the comforter beneath her. It was enough distraction to allow her mind to wander, and her hands rose absently to adjust the uncomfortable bra she'd been wearing; scratchy metal wires pricking at her tender flesh and irritating her.
"You know...if that bothers you then you should take it off," Her lover purred sexily, making her shiver.
"Now look here, little boy, it's not going to work tonight. I'm too tired,"
"Now, now, Cassy. We've been over this already. I thought I showed you the other night that I'm in no way a little boy. Nor is there anything little about my anatomy."
"Feh," She waved her hand in his face. "So a few cybernetic enhancements help you out a bit in life, so what? It's nothing to get all proud about. Besides, I have seen better."
"Have you?" Wounded, but not fooled, her lover leaned forward and cupped one side of her face in his left hand, his soft, totally kissable lips grazing the soft flesh at her neck. "Your body betrays you, dearest. Give in, it's pointless to fight it,"
"Kuso..." She grumbled. "Don't make me slap the arrogance out of you, boyo."
"You'd hurt your hand if you tried, dearest," He leaned back and studied her intensely. "Stop being so stubborn, Cass. You need this just as much as you need water to survive. Don't deny indulging a little bit. I feel the stress in your muscles, I feel the hunger in you. Don't fight me when it could end up hurting you,"
She melted at the blatant(not to mention rare) show of concern and heaved a heavy sigh as she crawled forward and into his arms, allowing his warmth to envelope her. "Now look what you've gone and done..." She murmured playfully. "Went and got my knees all weak again..."
"Is my voice that much of a turn on to you, dearest?"
"I always react like this when you get that sexy little purr in your voice, so stop acting so damned clueless, Juunanagou," She snuggled against his chest, feeling him swell with pride at the fact that he'd won her over...again. "You're warm..." Her resistance to his touches, his voice, his genuine concern of her never failed to elude her and she sank pleasantly against his body, breathing deeply his wonderful scent. Now, after two years of sharing his bed and his home, she wasn't really quite sure how she'd ever been able to resist him, and the six month period in which he had spent wooing her was nothing but a blur to her now. But she remembered very distinctly how similar he was to the Ouji her "sister" had married. Of course, the charm he'd exuded while wooing her into trusting him stood out the most. Dangerous Cyborg killer or no, Juunanagou was still part human, and even if he did curse Gero rather thickly for burdening him with human emotions, that part of him had become an even bigger part of his life after she'd finally conceded to him and let him take her out.
They'd been inseparable since.
"Of course I'm warm! I'm holding your sexy little self, aren't I?"
She chuckled lightly, snuggling further into him, purring quietly as his nimble fingers stroked the side of her face, soon abandoning that small gesture to entangle themselves in her short burgundy locks to bring her face up and forward, his lips locking gently to hers. The kiss was gentle and in no way demanding. Her cyborg lover was always content to explore a little before his control slipped and his patience could no longer be tested, but it was almost like a ritual now, and he lovingly explored the warmth of her mouth with his tongue. She complied just as gently and as their tongues dueled, the kiss became more intense and soon those soft lips of his were sandwiched to hers, sending those irresistible sensations of pleasure mingling on the verge of desperation through her body.
He was right, it had been too long since she'd last had him and she wasn't about to fight him on this. If she didn't have this, if her body didn't have him, she'd go insane. His arms encircled her waist and lifted her enough that he could situate himself onto his knees and gently crawl over her until she lay flat on her back in the blankets, her head aimed at the footboard of the bed as he trailed his feather-light kisses down her neck.. He ignored the silky nightdress completely and planted kisses along her body through the fabric. It never ceased to drive him over the edge, and with that ever sustained vigor he'd possessed since being recreated as an android, he returned his lips to her mouth and nestled himself into the curves of her body, closing his azure eyes as her legs came around his waist and forced his body onto hers a little more forcefully than before.
He needed her. Desperately.
"Cassy..." He kissed her, pulling the straps of her nightdress down to expose the rosy flesh beneath, his hands caressing, massaging, teasing. She moaned with the contact, arching her back up to him, almost crying out as he teasingly ground his hips against hers.
"J-juu...Hell's fire! Don't tease me...not tonight!" She groaned after she said it, her eyes wrenching closed as his teeth found her earlobe.
"You want me, dearest?"
"I'm not going to do you the honor of begging,"
"I'm not asking you to, dearest," He chuckled as he grasped her hands and lead them down his own sides to the waistband of his boxers. "I will not deny you your needs, Cassy. I'm not that cruel. Not to you,"
"Juu...I..."
"Shh," he whispered as he kissed down her neck and along her jawline, his tongue darting out to taste her lips. Feeling the lack of energy in her, he pulled back, sitting up to remove the boxers himself, grinning sweetly down at her. "Have you really seen better than this?"
There were always those rare times when they gave themselves to each other so easily that it didn't take long before they were spent, but the few minutes of pleasure paled in comparison to the pleasure they shared as they curled up together to sleep.
It was yet another of life's simple pleasures that he'd come to enjoy indulging in since Cassandra had come into his life. Simply put, it was a time that they openly shared with each other to rejoice in what they had found in one another. Sure, he'd been a bit edgy about it at first because he hadn't been quite sure as to just what exactly he was getting himself into, but after Cassandra had told him everything about what she was, he had understood why he'd been so drawn to her in the first place. Her power was confusing, even to his intelligent mind, but none of it mattered because the natural need he felt to protect her outweighed everything else about his life. She was everything to him and so she would remain that way. No harm would come to her, not if he could help it anyway, and he didn't care how much she bitched about his fussing, he wasn't going to just let her slip away from him. He was arrogant and prideful, yes, but he wasn't stupid. Besides, when she wasn't sure about herself, when something was bothering her, his show of affection towards her had never failed to sooth her, bringing them closer to one another than they'd ever been before.
And so it continued until both of their bodies gave out and they settled, exhausted, under the blankets. Juunanagou slid his arms around her still shivering form and pulled her to him so that she rested completely against him. Cassandra forced herself to breathe deeply for a moment as she snuggled, finding her usual comfy position against his side. It was amazing just how perfectly they fit together.
It was a while before they regained enough baring to speak, and even when they did regain that bit of composure, neither spoke for a few minutes.
"You know...my two weeks paid vacation starts tomorrow night," Cassandra murmured, her fingers curling in the soft silk of his ebony hair. "Chi Chi really wants me to come to the barbecue this weekend, Juu. It's been so long since I've seen her or anyone else for that matter. I know you don't really want to but..."
"Cassy, look, I already told you why I can't go," He felt her shoulders sag and she growled quietly, rolling onto her side so that her back was on him. He groaned, rubbing his face in irritation. "Don't be like this,"
"Just go to bed, Juunanagou,"
"Ugh! Why do you have to be so difficult about this?"
That got her going. "I'm being difficult! Kami, pardon me for wanting my boyfriend to hang out with me every now and then!"
"Cassandra,"
"What? You knew when you started this, Juunanagou! You knew who I was tied with. You knew my best friend was married to Vegeta. You knew my sister was married to Goku, and you knew that I was closely bonded to all of them and still you agreed to this! What's the problem?"
"Gee, it wouldn't have anything to do with me trying to destroy their planet, now, would it?"
"Oh, please! They've done more damage to the place trying to save it than you have trying to destroy it!"
"Yes, and that totally smooths things over. Thank you!"
"Oh, screw you then!" Cassandra growled and threw the blankets back from her, snatching up her nightdress and pulling it over her head. "You can be such a fucking ass at times, you realize that, don't you?"
"Why do you keep starting this argument, Cassy? Who's approval do you want? None of them are ever going to approve of me! Especially not Vegeta,"
"Vegeta? I don't give a shit what that arrogant prick thinks about my relationship with you! It's Bulma's approval I want! It's Chi Chi's! It's your sister's! I want to know from their lips that my relationship with you isn't going to tear us all apart!" Cassandra's hands trembled and she smoothed the wrinkles out of her nightdress to hide the shaking. "Look, Juu, the Darkness knows that being with you is enough for me, but it may not be enough for everyone else. You're a Warlord Prince. You're Blood. I have to know that being with you isn't going to end up being the worst mistake I ever made."
"How can you even say that?" He rose from the bed and joined her, still stark naked and uncaring about it. "Cassy, you're the only one I've ever shown any inkling of emotion to. You're the only person I will ever devote myself to. No one else. You accepted me without a second thought that day when you came storming into your restaurant demanding to know where the hell all your employees were and why the hell I had been ignored,"
The memory sparked a glint of light in her gold eyes and he decided to use it to his advantage. "You didn't care what they thought the night you finally gave in to me. You didn't care tonight, either, until just now. What's wrong, Cassy?"
"Juu, look..." She paused, sighing heavily. Of everything she'd ever done, this had to be the most redundant. "I love you, and I know you love me as well, and that is enough for me, but you have to understand that not being around me when I might possibly need you is only going to piss off the people that I actually want approval from. Bulma, Chi Chi and your sister are all very powerful Witches, and Bulma's a young queen with one hell of a temper, and her damned husband has that arrogant Warlord Prince stick shoved so far up his ass that he probably puts poor great uncle Lucivar to shame," She paused again to draw breath and leaned into him. "Please come with me, Juunanagou. You don't even have to say anything to anyone. You don't have to do anything but be there. For me? Please?"
His arms came around her waist and pulled her closer to his warmth as he thought this over. "If I do this, Cassy, will you promise me something?"
"Anything,"
"Then promise me that if Vegeta comes after me that you'll get yourself out of there because I am not going down without a fight."
"Love, if Vegeta comes after you then he's going to be a pair of balls short of a male,"
"Well, then," He flashed her that classic boyish grin that always made her smile and tugged her back towards the bed. "I'll go with you,"
"Thank you,"
"Are we done arguing now?"
"Yeah,"