Prompt: #17 Blood

Pairing: Vegeta X Bulma

It was everywhere, coating every visable surface. My extra sensory sense of smell easily identified the coppery scent of fresh blood, nothing that I wasn't accustomed to. Ah, blood, my forgotten friend. I found solace in your scent so long ago in my horrid enslavement. So vivid are my memories of our time spent together, me covered in your warm embrace.

My obsidian depths scanned the room, hesitantly pausing on the object of my obsession, whether it be known to her or not, drenched in the warm and now sticky fluid. Sleeping like a baby, no doubt, as always she never has her guard up. A plethora of emotions attacked me all at once, my iris's wildly scrutinizing the suddenly overwhelming darkness, my eyes then sliding to stare at the now black turned blood that stained my hands. I couldn't help but let the all too familiar sadistic grin spread over my lips.

Blood, the true smell of home, almost like a mother's embrace. No matter the circumstance blood will always be a sick kind of solace to me. Especially matted in 'her' feathery turquoise mane. I pondered for a moment, wondering how furious the woman would be upon waking then decided that I didn't care in the slightest, after all, it was that sharp tongue and fiery demeanor that attracted me to her in the first place.

As soon as those thoughts exited, however, I became instantly frenzied, seeking more blood, an unadultered need; no, desire to rip flesh from bone, muscle from tendon and to hear the pleas of mercy…the morbid cries of anguish as one is mutilated and eradicated from existence. Watching the life evacuate one's eyes, all to get another taste of the lust; Blood Lust that is.

Sauntering over in the darkness to the human remains of the fools who dare try to harm my Queen, I heaved a sigh of relief and pure bliss as my tongue licked the blood that saturated my fingers, a feel of pure insanity coursing through every fiber of my being. One mere thought in my mind.

I would kill to save her life. Not kill, no, Massacre, slaughter, Murder.

One solemn oath, Hell, I would kill for much less.