Dark Princess
A/N: After reviewing the original story, I decided to rewrite it. The story is crap and I know I can do a much better job so here I go.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, if I did, then Vegeta and Trunks would be all mine lol! *wink wink*
The coffin lid slowly opened. The male inside sat up. He had onyx hair that rose up in a flame shape and a deep widows peek. His eyes fluttered opened revealing an endless set of onyx orbs. He stiffled a yawn revealing two sharpened fangs. This man is named Vegeta, and he is a vampire.
Two women that slept beside him slowly rose as well. One had medium length flame-red hair and a set of emerald orbs. Her name is Rita. The other woman on his left had short blond hair and big brown eyes. She was called Sarah. Both women were vampires as well. Sarah and Rita were currently Vegeta's tastes for the moment. There had been other woman who sated his needs in the past, and there will be other women in the future.
Vegeta looked at the two women who stared at his figure with hunger in their eyes. It was time to find another woman. Fifty years ago, he had another woman along with these two, but she was weak. Lana was her name, and she was slain by the wretched vampire slayers. It did not bother him too much, but the dark-haired male needed something new and refreshing. A new addiction to feed on. A smirk appeared on his handsome features. It was time to go hunting.
It was a beautiful evening in West City. The perfect night to party. It was the kind of nights Vegeta loved. The clubs were packed, filled with easy meals. In the heart of West City, lies the vampire's favorite hunting growd, a very popular club. The women that partied were easy to manipulate, and very rarely where they noticed when they went missing.
Vegeta stood on the balcony of the second story. It had a very perfect view of the dance floor. His eyes were those of a predator searching for its prey. Which was very much true. There was a certain brunette on the dancefloor that looked very appetizing to the flame-haired vampire. That is when when he saw her. She was the most beautiful thing his obsidian eyes had ever seen in all of his years. She was in the center of the dance floor, lost in the beat of the music blaring. He was hypnotized by the sway of her appealing body. It was like he was lost in a trance; to him, there was no one else but him and her in the night club. Right away he knew that he wanted her. And by any means, he would have her.
After the song ended, the woman followed her friends back to their table. Vegeta's eyes never left her figure. He slowly smirked as the thoughts ran through his mind.
"You are mine, my princess," he whispered in a barely audible tone before dissapearing.
He would find his meal somewhere else. Everything had to be just right.
The woman looked up to where the dark vampire once stood. She shook her head before joining her friends' laughter. Not once did she realize that she was caught in an unknottable web.
A/N: The first couple of chapters might stay the same, but I want to make a main conflict that will test the bond Bulma and Vegeta will share. Of course it's going to be a war (it's DBZ after all), so stayed tuned for the next chapter!
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