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Note: Vegeta is the dark lord of the underworld and Bulma is just a mortal that's falling for him ever to slowly-testing Vegeta's patients..Do the two get together? (Lemon warning in latter chapters)
Nightmare and Reality By: Krysis Chapter 1: Nightmare
"Are you still frightened of me.my precious child?"
There was that same voice echoing in the bottomless depths of never ending obscurity of my mind. An arctic shudder running down my spine as terror takes course though my veins. I could feel my blood mixing with something intoxicating, something I couldn't just yet place at that moment.
"I yearn for you.my 'little one'!"
That voice.that cold, empty, and distant voice. It had no true connotation to me. I new this voice from my nightmares I new it but it seems like a childhood lost memory.
"W-who are you?"
I shutter fear cover my words, I still can't see anything, but the depths of bitter darkness covering me. This all doesn't make sense I keep trying to tell myself. I am scared of what might become of this. Even though I don't just no what I am afraid of. Instincts tell me that I am in a place of darkness and evil and that I have to escape this prison of darkness that ensnarled me.
"Don't leave me just yet my 'little one' I have to tell you who I am."
That saying..it finally hit me it's him that boy from long ago that evil twisted boy from my nightmares long ago. He called himself Prince Vegeta second hand ruler of the underground of the depths below, he would rule all of those who would sell there soul to him. He would tell me, the freely did this, they wanted him to cover there souls in darkness to turn them to change them.
"You remember me! Now you remember my promise?" he sounded twisted and sarcastically cruel.
"You won't have my soul Vegeta, and you will never have me!"
The darkness fades and I can only see an outline of this man-no longer a boy from my nights as a child, that was alone and scared hanging on firmly to her covers. No this was him, he had grown as I have grown, but I see his eyes that are aflame by fire or was it lust? His deep onyx eyes poor into my own deep blue orbs of never dieing life he is still so distant.
He grows closer to me, and I feel my frame of my body quiver..my knees feel weak and my stomach feels so light, and empty as if I was in front of a crowd preparing a speech to thousands of people. I close my eyes as he grows closer, my feet not able to move his control over me was to strong.
I feel his hot breath upon my skin; I can feel it as it sends my body into bewilderment it was almost as if he was trying to seduce me. I could feel his mind enter in my own, it was bizarre, and it felt like a tingling sensation as he poured in things to my own mind from his own. He wasn't able to get me physically but mentally he was crushing me letting me melt into his hands like butter so he could reshape me to his image. It felt calm and easy, as I feel to my knees, my eyes closed as his lips placed near my ear, as he crushed me into his iron grip.
"Love me."
"Let me protect you."
"Let me own you."
"Let me control you eternally."
He kept mumbling things to me; it made me weak it made me want to be in his arms for him to hold me and for him to possess me. He knew my thoughts and I could feel in this nightmare not like others, or other dreams, I could feel flesh on flesh. Or was it truly flesh that he was made of? He held me in his arms and he comforted me. He made me dream. He made me lust..for him and him alone and then he kissed my flesh, and when he did this it felt like pools of warmth, and his breath was warm a caressing as well as gentle.
Fear was in me still. I had no control over my body..he owned me now. Or so it seemed. He kept whispering things still. Chilling things, and freighting things. Then he moved me away from him, this strange smirk slipping onto his soft sadistic lips, making his fast twist into a more fearful look.
"I will come for you.your mine!"
~*~
Bleep! Bleep!
I fall forward as sweat falls from my forehead rolling down my now pail face of fear. I feel sick to the stomach and scared from my 'little' nightmare. I fall back to my soft feathery pillow as I run the covers over my chilled afraid body to wipe off the sweat as I mumble.
"Thank god.it was only a nightmare."
I let out a sigh of relief and was thankful that this was all a nightmare..but then I heard a shuffle and then a chuckle and this wasn't just any chuckle it was a malice like chuckle and then I shutter as I pull the covers down slowly so that I could see, and I do mean very slowly so I could think striate., and as I did this my eyes grew big in fear because there he was right in front of me the prince of darkness...
Review: Review and tell me what you think! I think it sucks and that I should delete it but I need feedback if you have to flame me on how lousy I am on writing go ahead
Note: Vegeta is the dark lord of the underworld and Bulma is just a mortal that's falling for him ever to slowly-testing Vegeta's patients..Do the two get together? (Lemon warning in latter chapters)
Nightmare and Reality By: Krysis Chapter 1: Nightmare
"Are you still frightened of me.my precious child?"
There was that same voice echoing in the bottomless depths of never ending obscurity of my mind. An arctic shudder running down my spine as terror takes course though my veins. I could feel my blood mixing with something intoxicating, something I couldn't just yet place at that moment.
"I yearn for you.my 'little one'!"
That voice.that cold, empty, and distant voice. It had no true connotation to me. I new this voice from my nightmares I new it but it seems like a childhood lost memory.
"W-who are you?"
I shutter fear cover my words, I still can't see anything, but the depths of bitter darkness covering me. This all doesn't make sense I keep trying to tell myself. I am scared of what might become of this. Even though I don't just no what I am afraid of. Instincts tell me that I am in a place of darkness and evil and that I have to escape this prison of darkness that ensnarled me.
"Don't leave me just yet my 'little one' I have to tell you who I am."
That saying..it finally hit me it's him that boy from long ago that evil twisted boy from my nightmares long ago. He called himself Prince Vegeta second hand ruler of the underground of the depths below, he would rule all of those who would sell there soul to him. He would tell me, the freely did this, they wanted him to cover there souls in darkness to turn them to change them.
"You remember me! Now you remember my promise?" he sounded twisted and sarcastically cruel.
"You won't have my soul Vegeta, and you will never have me!"
The darkness fades and I can only see an outline of this man-no longer a boy from my nights as a child, that was alone and scared hanging on firmly to her covers. No this was him, he had grown as I have grown, but I see his eyes that are aflame by fire or was it lust? His deep onyx eyes poor into my own deep blue orbs of never dieing life he is still so distant.
He grows closer to me, and I feel my frame of my body quiver..my knees feel weak and my stomach feels so light, and empty as if I was in front of a crowd preparing a speech to thousands of people. I close my eyes as he grows closer, my feet not able to move his control over me was to strong.
I feel his hot breath upon my skin; I can feel it as it sends my body into bewilderment it was almost as if he was trying to seduce me. I could feel his mind enter in my own, it was bizarre, and it felt like a tingling sensation as he poured in things to my own mind from his own. He wasn't able to get me physically but mentally he was crushing me letting me melt into his hands like butter so he could reshape me to his image. It felt calm and easy, as I feel to my knees, my eyes closed as his lips placed near my ear, as he crushed me into his iron grip.
"Love me."
"Let me protect you."
"Let me own you."
"Let me control you eternally."
He kept mumbling things to me; it made me weak it made me want to be in his arms for him to hold me and for him to possess me. He knew my thoughts and I could feel in this nightmare not like others, or other dreams, I could feel flesh on flesh. Or was it truly flesh that he was made of? He held me in his arms and he comforted me. He made me dream. He made me lust..for him and him alone and then he kissed my flesh, and when he did this it felt like pools of warmth, and his breath was warm a caressing as well as gentle.
Fear was in me still. I had no control over my body..he owned me now. Or so it seemed. He kept whispering things still. Chilling things, and freighting things. Then he moved me away from him, this strange smirk slipping onto his soft sadistic lips, making his fast twist into a more fearful look.
"I will come for you.your mine!"
~*~
Bleep! Bleep!
I fall forward as sweat falls from my forehead rolling down my now pail face of fear. I feel sick to the stomach and scared from my 'little' nightmare. I fall back to my soft feathery pillow as I run the covers over my chilled afraid body to wipe off the sweat as I mumble.
"Thank god.it was only a nightmare."
I let out a sigh of relief and was thankful that this was all a nightmare..but then I heard a shuffle and then a chuckle and this wasn't just any chuckle it was a malice like chuckle and then I shutter as I pull the covers down slowly so that I could see, and I do mean very slowly so I could think striate., and as I did this my eyes grew big in fear because there he was right in front of me the prince of darkness...
Review: Review and tell me what you think! I think it sucks and that I should delete it but I need feedback if you have to flame me on how lousy I am on writing go ahead
