Vegeta was intent on devouring the descendant of Genjou Sanzo when he found something on her skin that marked her as being the chosen one to be his bride. Daishinkan appeared and ordered Bulma to place him the golden hooped bracelet which has mysterious powers that would allow her to control the proud Saiyan god's unruly behavior.


Chapter 3: The Golden Hooped Bracelet


Bulma was taken aback by his cold, candid response. She gawked at him, dismayed by his unnecessary brusqueness. Couldn't he be more civil? Telling someone that you came to see her just to make her your dinner isn't a good joke.

"Wha... What?" she stupidly uttered, unable to believe what she just heard.

Vegeta gave her a friendly grin, but that also reeked of venomous blood lust and viciousness. "You heard it right, woman. I came here to eat you."

Bulma automatically took a backward step, keeping some distance between her and the bad man. How could he say that so casually? Like it was something he usually do. As if there's nothing wrong with eating people. Was he even sane at all?

"You can't be serious." she uttered breathlessly. She refused to believe his words.

His grin widened and he shook his head slowly, an amused look on his face, "I see that you may have grown quite a bit, but your brain is still as stupid as it was when I first met you. Of course, I'm serious. Do I even look like I was joking?"

Bulma hitched a sharp breath as he stepped forward towards her. She automatically stepped back again to keep distance from him.

"Tell me, do you even know why your blood could attract the supernatural and make us all go crazy about it?" he asked, his sinister grin not fading.

"H-how the hell should I know?!" Bulma retorted.

The Saiyan chuckled delightfully, tilting his head a bit to the side. "Oh, as clueless as ever. Has it ever occurred to you to do some research, you stupid woman?" he mocked.

She didn't know why he was asking her things she doesn't even have any idea about. She didn't care to understand. She just wanted to survive and live like a normal human girl, who spends her time in a lab creating various inventions, just like her late father did when he was alive. But since monsters wanted to devour her, she has to learn how to defend herself - simply because this bad man refused to protect her despite their contract.

"If you have an idea, then enlighten me, mister bad man." she challenged.

This time, Vegeta threw his head back and cackled madly. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Bad man? You're damn right I am!" he exclaimed rather proudly. Bulma thought he was truly insane.

Then his laughter immediately died down as he lowered his head. A deep scowl replaced his earlier smile. His blood red eyes sparked, an ominous gaze. He abruptly disappeared from where he stood, much to Bulma's surprise. She felt an invisible force push her, suddenly realized that she was flying backwards, and then her back roughly hit the wall on the other side of the hallway. Trying to comprehend what just occurred, her wide eyes darted around, only to find him below her. He was lifting her effortlessly with one hand against the wall behind her. A spine chilling pair of glowing, scarlet evil eyes peered up at her. She let out a whimper as his face leaned in closer, until he pressed his nostrils against the skin on the right side of her neck. She totally froze with goosebumps when he sniffed lengthily at her skin.

What the hell is this guy doing?! Bulma panicked, shrieking in disgust. She tried to struggle against him, but her body couldn't move. It felt heavy, numb, as if she was being paralyzed by some overwhelming invisible force he was emitting.

"Mmmmfff..." Vegeta murmured in pleasure. "So this is indeed the scent of a lotus flower. What an appetizing scent! I'm getting more bloodthirsty..." and then he let out his tongue to lick a line on her skin and swept it upwards.

Bulma whimpered once again, and shrugged out of both disgust and terror of his actions. He chuckled darkly, smelling her fear. Everything she was has been intoxicating him greatly. She was a drug which could bring him ecstacy.

Vegeta pulled away from her neck and let out a soft, warm breath against her ear. It made the hair on the back of Bulma's neck to stand on its ends.

"You are a descendant of a legendary monk the gods have blessed with divine powers. It is said that Genjou Sanzo's flesh could give anyone who devours it absolute power that could surpass even the mightiest omni deity, Zen. And since he passed on that kind of power to his descendants, you are able to inherit it. That's why... Everyone wants to eat you."

"You are supposed to protect me. W-We made a contract. You should be protecting me. Not this..." Bulma whimpered.

A cruel smile came across his lips, "Protect you? Have you forgotten what our contract states? Have you ever called out my name these past nine years? Did you? No, you never did. Because you have no idea what my name is, correct? And you will never get a chance to call my name because you won't remember it. That's my will."

That fiendish smile was grating on her nerves. How dare he do this to her?!

"H-how could you-?!"

Her angry yell was instantaneously cut off by a rough, forced kiss. She tried to protest against his nefarious advances but she couldn't. Her body was still unable to move because of his power. She felt her heart pound with rage, dread and disgust.

'Please... Stop this... Stop this... No... Please have mercy on me. Someone... Help me... Mmmmmmmppphhh! No!' she cried in a muffled tone as she helplessly perceived his kiss becoming more lustful and forceful. Is this going to be her end? She desperately hoped that anyone could stop this, but immediately realized that they were in a place where no one else was around.

He ignored her pleas as he harshly grabbed at her shoulders, squeezing them tight. Bulma let out a muffled scream as she felt her shoulders break under his ridiculous inhuman strength. He kissed her lasciviously, his hands gripped on the sleeves of her sailor fuku, and torn the cloth apart.

"Nooooo!" She cried out when he finally decided to attack the bare skin of her throat and neck, sniffing hungrily at her ambrosial scent. His hazed mind shut off in an instant, shaken by an uncontrollable frenzy. He threw his head back and roared like a rampaging beast.

The black pupils of his eyes faded as his mind clouded over and went to a dark trance. His canines grew into long, deadly fangs. And then he crooked his head down to take a huge, deep bite on her neck.

The frightened girl squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for the upcoming pain. For her end.

But...

Something quickly caught his eye. It was glowing, like a scorching hot iron rod, just below her nape. It had a crescent moon shape, the two ends pointing upwards.

"What the?!" Vegeta gasped in surprise. Before he could do or think anything else, the glowing mark of the Super Saiyan god's bride burst forth, and a potent wave of supernatural force hollered him backwards.

Vegeta grunted as he smashed through the opposite side of the hallway.

"Why you little..!" he snarled as he quickly got up and poised like a predator about to leap on his prey. His red eyes glowing with rage.

The next thing he saw was Bulma's levitating form, her seemingly lifeless blue eyes were in a trance. Her body was glowing like the sun, blinding him.

"What's the meaning of this?!" he asked himself while he covered his squeezed shut eyes with the back of his hands to shield them from the blinding light.

She pointed a long, thin index finger towards him and then there was another burst of energy. It came from her finger and it went shooting towards him with blinding speed. Unable to defend himself as he was in too much shock to move or say something, the energy enclosed him in a spherical cage made with pure divine golden ki, and then the rest of his surroundings turned into total darkness.

Vegeta's mind raced, trying to make sense of what just occurred. That mark on her nape, it can't be. She couldn't be the chosen one, the bride Daishinkan cursed to be with him. The bringer of his nightmares.

With that kind of power she just demonstrated, and the crescent birthmark on her skin, it was possible.

"No!" he roared as he flared his godly powers. A raging fire surrounded him. His red hair billowed wildly with his flame aura, just like an uncontrollable blaze. "No! It can't be! It can't be her! I am going to kill that bitch!"

But even his Super Saiyan god powers were unable to break her energy cage as it was supposed to be. Just what kind of power is this?! How could a mere Earthling human be able to surpass him? Him! The great Prince of all Saiyans! An immortal deity, destroyer of worlds!

Snarling lividly, he pulled his hands back and gathered his powers to create two fiery orbs of scorching ki, intent on blasting his cage, including her and the entire place into oblivion with this attack.

"I wouldn't try it, if I were you." an unexpected voice spoke above him. Vegeta's head snapped upwards to find the Grand Priest, Daishinkan floating right above him. The one who cursed him this damned life. His punisher.

The floating male angel was short and blue skinned, with silver slicked back hair. His face was gentle and beautiful, almost feminine. He has thin curved eyebrows, glassy doll like eyes with purple irises. A small nose and small lips. A sparkling light blue halo hovered above his head. He wore a dark blue long sleeved shirt with baggy shoulder pads that ran beneath his red-colored belt with the Kanji symbol (大) which meant the "Great." The shirt was complimented by a matching color pair of baggy pants, and white boots that ran beneath his shins.

Finding the angel who cursed him into this undesirable fate, Vegeta hissed savagely. The feral look on his face becoming more intense. The monkey tail at the base of his back bristled with his growing ire.

"You!" He snarled hatefully. The angel simply gazed down at him as if he was only looking at a mere white wall.

Vegeta grunted as he put more power into the attack he was charging but the Grand Priest simply flicked his wrist and he was sent backwards by an invisible force. He hit the other end of the energy cage. His attack completely decimated by his distraction. He glared furiously back at the angel and sneered, "What the fuck are you doing in here?! Let me go this damn instant!" He thought Daishinkan was the one who trapped him in this prison.

Daishinkan shook his head, for a moment he looked quite disappointed. "I'm surprised you've grown more rebellious than the last time I saw you, Vegeta. Your ill mannered mouth has become worse too. It looks like you haven't learn any lesson from your punishment, yet. I've heard everything from Kaioushin. I'm sure you have already discovered who the chosen one to be your bride is."

"Like I will let her change me!" The furious Saiyan stubbornly retorted.

The angel smiled, "Don't worry, we already know just how adamant you are with that great Saiyan pride of yours. That's why we created something for her to control your unruly behavior."

"What?!"

The energy cage around him dissolved into golden smoke and the blackness lighten up a little. Bulma appeared in front of him, still in her trance. Her body surrounded by an ethereal light.

Daishinkan turned to her and ordered, "You may do it."

At that command, Bulma closed her eyes and focused. The earlier dissipated energy swirled around Vegeta for a moment, surrounding him with spiralling golden aura. And then it moved towards his left wrist, the tendrils of power coalescing into a glowing ring.

"Rusu yinfuu..." She muttered with a surprisingly commanding tone.

('Fuuyin suru' meaning 'be sealed')

Vegeta knew what that meant, but before he could react, the glowing ring around his left wrist attached itself into his skin, burning away the cloth of his white gloves and the sleeves of his blue suit. The unexpected scorching heat surprised him. A golden light exploded, sending sparks around and nearly blinding his eyes. The glow gradually dimmed, Vegeta's blazing red hair and burning fire eyes faded to his original black.

And then, the pain had begun.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

An agonized scream reverberated from Vegeta's throat through the dark hallways as he dropped to the ground in excruciating pain. His face held a wrenching look of torture as he continued to cry out in torment. He felt as if a sharp vine made of barbed wire had sprouted out of the thing that clamped itself around his wrist. It pierced into his skin and slowly writhed through his veins, against his blood flow, until it reached his heart. From there, the stabbing metallic cord wrapped itself around his cardiac muscle and nearly squeezed it, just enough for him to gag blood out of his mouth.

"From this day onward, you are cursed to obey your bride's every command. If you dare to rebel against her, or make her feel sad, angry, or hurt, your heart will automatically suffer excruciating pain until you are able to satisfy her. Since you are an immortal god yourself, the damage you would take will instantly regenerate but the pain you would feel will increase the more adamant you become. That is just a sample demonstration of the Jinkude's power." The expressionless Grand Priest said flatly as he looked down on the suffering Saiyan Prince on the ground.

'Jinkude' is the name of the golden hooped bracelet. 'Jinku' from Chinese 'Jinqu' meaning 'golden hooped' and 'de' from Japanese word 'Udewa', meaning 'bracelet' or 'bangle' .

Despite the agonizing howl he makes, Vegeta still managed to spat hateful curses and threats at the Grand Priest. "Bastard! I swear! I am going to make you pay for this one day! Graaaaah!" he screamed again as he perceived his heart being pressed inside his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as he howled.

"You brought this to yourself, Saiyan. If you weren't so hateful and rebellious, then you wouldn't be suffering this much. I only hope that you learn your place now, and become like the Vegeta I met in a parallel universe." Daishinkan nonchalantly told him.

(Reference to Dragon Ball Super, the other Vegeta he was talking about was the one who participated in the Tournament of Power.)

W-What the hell is he talking about? Vegeta wondered as he coughed harder this time as he rolled on his back against the floor.

"Now then..."

The Grand Priest snapped his fingers, making him and the hallways to instantly disappear. They were back in the riverbanks were they started this afternoon. Bulma's eyes rolled at the back of her head and she collapsed backwards on the ground, unconscious.

Tadao, who was still at the riverbanks, rubbed his eyes after being blinded by a sudden burst of light that came out of nowhere. He found his best friend knocked out cold on the ground and he immediately sprinted towards her.

"Bulma! Bulma!" he called out to her anxiously. After checking that she was alive, probably just asleep, he carefully carried her on his back. Only then he noticed the tortured Saiyan who was slowly recovering from his pain, squirming and whimpering on the ground.

Tadao reluctantly approached the eerie guy. Whatever he is, he thought he still needed his help. "Are you okay?" he asked awkwardly.

Vegeta ignored the pest asking him a stupid question. Hitching a sharp breath, he heedfully rolled into a prone position and pathetically picked himself up. Only then he noticed the golden hooped bracelet around his left wrist. It was clinging on his forearm tightly, making him flinch.

He growled in frustration and desperately tried to pry it off him with his right hand but to no avail. Failing to do so, he roared out his frustration in the sky.

"Damn it! Damn it all! Curse you, Daishinkaaaaan! I will kill you for this! Every single one of you in the otherworld!"

Tadao moved back in trepidation as he watched the flame haired guy throw some temper tantrum towards the sky, thinking, 'This guy is scary like the woman behind the post earlier, but still is no match for my best friend's wrath.'

"U-Uhmmm..." Tadao stuttered. He wondered if there's anything he could help the guy with, so he put on a brave face to ask. "Are you really okay?"

He instantly received a piercing, death glare as a response. Vegeta instantly felt a pang of jealousy when he found his bride on another person's back.

"You! Put the woman down and leave us alone!" he harshly commanded with a sneer.

Tadao was taken aback by his sheer rudeness. "Why should I?! Do you think you can do what you want because you happened to save her?! Wait, aren't you the nameless bad guy who deceived her nine years ago?! What are you planning to do with her now, huh?!" he asked dubiously.

"I'm just going to take her home myself!" Vegeta shouted back before he mumbled angrily. "Stupid human."

"Do you even know where she lives? Even so, I don't think I can trust you to be with her." Tadao said, recalling the way this weird guy sniffed at her school bag like some prohibited drug user. Other than that, he has such a terrifying mean look on his face. Who would even trust this guy with a pure girl?

"You're annoying me, human!" snapped Vegeta with an irritated face. "Just leave the woman to me and run back home, dammit!"

Tadao stubbornly kept his ground. He raised his chin and challenged, "What would you do if I won't?"

Vegeta raised a finger and created a small spark of flame. "I'm going to burn your stinking butt with this." he mercilessly threatened.

Tadao quickly relented out of fear. What can he do against someone who can fire flames at will? He had no choice but to hand Bulma over to him. "Don't do anything dirty to my Bulma." he gave the Saiyan a warning glare.

(Reference: Tadao Yokoshima from Ghost Sweeper Mikami has the same Japanese voice as Vegeta, so the line is actually a tribute to one of Vegeta's lines in Dragon Ball Super.)

Vegeta simply ignored the human, not knowing why the boy almost sounded exactly like himself when he threatened him.

"If you do anything bad to her again, I will kill you!" the brown haired human boy continued.

The Saiyan Prince simply rolled his eyes at the useless threat, "Whatever," he grumbled. That voice does sound exactly like him, it's creepy.

Tadao snorted and then walked away from the aloof Saiyan deity.

Once the annoying human has left, Vegeta stared down at the benumbed woman in his arms. For a moment, he was suddenly enchanted by her unique beauty. She has a smooth fair skin, long silky aquamarine hair, long eyelashes, small, soft, pursed up, rosy lips. She was undeniably gorgeous and the Saiyan Prince's hardened heart melted at that view. This woman, was the bride he'd been waiting for more than a thousand years. And he could say that if he waited that long for such an amazing woman to come for him to save him, then it's all worth it.

This woman is his. He thought he was lucky.

He looked down at her shoulders, he knew he broke them, but now they're completely healed. The sleeves he had ripped off hung loosely below. Realizing what he did to his bride earlier, he felt a pang of remorse.

For the first time in his life, he felt sorry.

Vegeta kicked off into the sky, with an unconscious Bulma in his arms. He drifted his way towards the Capsule Corporation where the human girl lived alone. He landed in the enormous semi circle shaped balcony and opened a huge, glass sliding door. He quietly walked inside the dark home. He sniffed in the air, locating her bedroom easily. He strolled towards her room, barged in and carefully placed her on her bed. After he fixed a blanket for her, he knelt on the bedside and stared at the sleeping beauty.

He was indeed lucky, he giggled childishly.

Once he got caught of his image by the mirror across him, he almost jumped out of his skin.

What the fuck was he doing?!

~=o-O-o=~

"Even the hardest and coldest heart of ice in the entire universe won't be able to resist the power of the Jinkude." Shin said.

At least that's what the gods thought.

Two guardians were having some tea at the Sacred World of the Kais. The Grand Priest had filled in Shin about what happened to the Super Saiyan god.

Daishinkan chuckled to himself, "That's what the legends say."

"Woah! I can't imagine Prince Vegeta being controlled by such a thing."

"So am I." Daishinkan nodded and sip carefully into his tea cup. "I believe he would feel the effects of its power soon."

"I'm sorry, but I am having dubious feelings about it, Daishinkan-sama." Shin stated. "Vegeta was able to resist even the mind control magic of the most powerful wizard in all the universes. That's how fierce his Saiyan pride is. I am afraid that he will be able to do the same with the Jinkude's power."

"I considered that concern as well." The Grand Priest agreed. "Sooner or later, he will be able to resist the supposedly unconquerable effects the Jinkude does on his mind and emotions. So I crossed that out as a possibility of being able to control him. However, the physical effects are of another matter. Unless Vegeta can endure the excruciating agony it would cause to his heart."

Shin flinched at the thought, "Ouch, that's being too much."

Daishinkan smirked. "That would teach that Saiyan to learn his proper place. He must be controlled and trained to use his powers properly. Or else..."

Shin gulped in trepidation, knowing what might happen if Vegeta wasn't controlled. They have seen into the future of the world and their only chance to save it lies in the hands of Genjou Sanzo's descendant.

"Now that Vegeta knows that Genjou Sanzo's descendant is his fated bride, what is he going to do now?" Shin wondered. "Is he going to protect her or is he going to eat her? But with the Jinkude controlling him now, there's nothing he could do. He must be pretty confused."

~=o-O-o=~

Back within the dark hallways of the Capsule Corporation... A confused Saiyan stumbled towards the nearest bathroom he could find to try and wake himself up from some hazy hallucination he found himself in.

"What the fuck am I doing?! What the hell am I thinking?! Damn it! Damn it all! I... I... I am the prince of all Saiyans, the Super Saiyan god, the most powerful warrior that has ever lived! How could I, as great and proud as I am, being the tower of noble treasure, think about such disgraceful things?! I must be going crazy!"

That's what Vegeta has been berating himself over and over as he washed his face on the wash basin at Bulma's bathroom. With his hands over his face, he stared at this reflection on the mirror in between his fingers. The golden hooped bracelet locked on his left wrist caught his eye.

"It must be this thing's fault." he suspected. He gently close his eyes to perceive his energy inside of him. "I can feel it. There's a force trying to manipulate my mind. It's more powerful than Babidi's magic, but still..." He opened his eyes, filled with rage and determination. "I won't let it control me!"

He turned his head over his shoulder to glare at the unaware sleeping beauty on the bed. "And I won't let her control me too! I should eat her while she's unaware!"

He silently strolled back towards her bed, intent on eating her flesh, which would grant him absolute power. Pictures of his evil schemes on how he will savor the moment filled his savage mind. But there was something else, behind those cruel images, it mercilessly gnawed within his hardened heart, which caused him grief about thinking such cruel things to do with her.

Vegeta blinked his eyes, waking up from a momentary dream of him mourning about the idea of eating her - more on losing her. His right hand shot up to his left chest, clutching at the blue cloth of his long sleeved jumpsuit. He didn't realize that he was beginning to shed tears due to the idea.

"What the hell is this? Why am I... becoming like this..?" he inquired himself, confused. He has never regretted anything he did to those he had heartlessly slaughtered and destroyed. Why was he feeling bad at the mere thought of this woman being killed by him? She's nothing to him, but a thing he should be...

Eating.

Finally feeling the trail on his cheeks, he wiped them off with his fingers and sniffed. "Why am I even crying? For her?" he asked himself as he rubbed the tear in between his fingers. This has never happened to him before. He was a remorseless murderer. He had never shed a single tear since the death of his father and the destruction of his kingdom.

Why now?

He glared down at the bracelet on his left wrist and frowned.

"This is ridiculous. This thing is more powerful than I expected. I have to find a way to take this off before I..."

He decided to leave quickly and return to the mansion. He took a last glance towards his fated bride and muttered in a low voice:

"Inarana bareke nakaote e oboni yono meyuo togokide no yakon wa emao."

(Omae wa kon'ya no dekigoto o yume no yō ni oboete okanakereba naranai - 'You shall remember the events of tonight as if it was a dream'.)

And then he snapped his fingers while his divine command took its effect on Bulma's memories.

He turned around and leapt into the night sky.

~=o-O-o=~

Freeza was rudely awakened by the noise the monkeys were making downstairs. It sounded as if the ape lord was commanding his subordinates to do something that was impossible to do. He turned on his bed, tried blocking the noise with his pillows which didn't help anyways. Finally losing his patience, he got up from his king sized bed with a furious scowl, and glared at the alarm clock on his bedside table to find that it was 3:06 in the morning.

"I am going to make those stupid monkeys shut up for good!" Freeza sneered.

He indignantly walked out of his bedroom and snaked his way downstairs. There were shouting and screaming coming from the kitchen. He recognized their voices to be Raditz, Kakarot, Nappa and Vegeta, who was whining about something.

"Cut it off! Now!" Vegeta bellowed.

"I can't! I just can't!" Kakarot whined back.

"I can't do it either!" Raditz gulped.

"Don't look at me!" Nappa complained.

"Useless imbeciles! What are you being so afraid of! Just do it!" Vegeta yelled.

Freeza peeked on the doorway to see what the commotion was about. He saw Vegeta offering his three subordinates a fire axe, his left arm perched on top of the oak table as if he was about to donate his blood.

"Vegeta, you can't just order us to cut off your arm! It's an impossible order!" Kakarot reasoned.

Vegeta squeezed his eyes as he sneered impatiently.

"Should I do this favor of yours, Vegeta?" Freeza suddenly cut in as he made his way towards the Saiyans, who immediately shot angry glares towards him.

The prince simply snorted back as he looked away, though it doesn't sound like his usual, haughty habit.

"What is the commotion about and you are screaming in the middle of the sleeping hours, monkey prince?" Freeza asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. He was wearing a pair of purple pajamas.

"It's none of your business, Freeza." Vegeta mumbled. Freeza noticed the Saiyan Prince's jaw twitching, his lips quivering and his eyes getting watery.

"Oh my... What the hell happened to you?" Freeza suddenly asked in concern, approaching the Saiyan deity. He reached out for the prince's left hand, and noticed the golden hooped bracelet on his wrist. "What is this ugly looking bracelet?" He asked with one raised purple eyebrow, scrutinizing the bangle on the Saiyan's forearm.

Vegeta let out a quiet whine as tears fell into his eyes.

"Is this the reason why you want them to cut off your arm?" Freeza asked again.

Vegeta silently nodded.

"Oh..." Freeza stared at Vegeta with a sympathetic look. He fought the urge to laugh at his enemy. "Oh my poor little monkey prince." he cooed sarcastically. "Alright. I will do you the favor."

The Galactic Emperor quickly grabbed the fire axe Vegeta was holding earlier and roughly pulled the prince's arm. Vegeta and the other Saiyans screamed in surprise as Freeza unceremoniously slashed Vegeta's forearm off using the axe.

And it automatically stick back together within the blink of an eye as if there were magnets under each stumps and his arm completely regenerated on its own.

"See that, Vegeta? See how your nonsense commands fail! Have you lost your mind and completely forgotten that you are an immortal?! Any damage you receive will automatically regenerate! Just take the damn jewelry off!"

"I can't do it." Vegeta mumbled. "Even Nappa, Raditz or Kakarot weren't able to take it off either."

Freeza sighed and he tried to help by pulling the Jinkude apart but even him was unable to pry it off. "What the hell is that stupid ugly looking bracelet anyways?!" He complained after several tries.

"The human girl you sent on the Five Pillar Mountains nine years ago gave it to me." Vegeta answered bitterly.

Freeza gasped. "She gave you this?" he asked in disbelief.

"More like, put it on me."

Freeza remembered the blue haired little girl he sent to take the Bashousen to him nine years ago. Bulma Briefs was her name. Knowing about her special abilities, he believed that Vegeta was telling him the truth.

"Oh..." That was all he could say.

"I saw her today while she was going to school. She grew more powerful than the last time we saw her."

"This is such a small world, of course you will meet her again in one way or another. I warned you about that before."

Vegeta once told Freeza about his contract with Bulma and what he did to betray her. He also told him that he put on a spell on her to never remember his name.

"Yeah. I just never thought that she..." Vegeta hesitated for a moment before he looked up to Freeza's eyes. "She's the chosen one."

The shock on Freeza's face was unmistakable. "She's the bride you've been waiting for?!"

Vegeta nodded grimly.

"How did you find out?" Freeza asked.

"I saw the mark on her skin when I tried to..." Vegeta paused for a moment before reluctantly continued. "...to kill her. And then suddenly a great power burst forth within her and the next thing I know is that this thing was on my wrist. I cannot take it off."

Freeza suddenly howled in laughter as he clapped his hands joyously. "What a great way for you to make an impression! Ohohoho! Oh my poor little monkey prince! How are you going to make her love you unconditionally now? Ohohoho!"

Honestly, Freeza was hoping for Vegeta to retort back at the insult to his royal title but nothing happened. The Saiyan was lost in his depressive state.

Freeza noticed that the prince was actually shedding tears. He has never seen the proud Saiyan cry before. "H-Hey now, don't cry, Vegeta. I didn't mean to hurt your precious feelings."

That was meant to be a sarcasm.

"Fool! I'm not crying! Not on my own free will!" The prince quickly defended as he glared at his mortal enemy. "This... This emotional display isn't mine at all! It's this damn thing's fault!" He almost shoved the bracelet on his wrist to Freeza's face. "This thing... Is fucking up with my mind and my emotions when it comes to that damn human girl! I want to kill her for this b-b-but I... I just can't... I..." He clutched into his chest. "Just thinking about it makes me feel... Pain... Over here." He thumped his fist over his chest as he whined. "I don't want this! I will kill them all once I'm able to regain my full powers back and take this cursed thing off me! Waaaaaah!"

Freeza and the Saiyans simply watched at Vegeta's outburst. Now they understood why he wanted to take the jewelry off of him. While Vegeta's subordinates were feeling pity for their prince, Freeza was inwardly rejoicing at the fact that the arrogant, iron-hearted Saiyan was suffering due to the unwanted emotions bothering his system caused by the bracelet's power.

"I guess everything you wished for and everything you did in the past is coming back to you now, Vegeta." Freeza smirked. "Your immortality wouldn't allow you to just cut off your arm so you can rid of that thing. Your betrayal to your contract with her and your plan to kill her has caused you this much as well. After all the evil things you did, how are you going to be free of your punishments if you already made a wrong impression with your bride? Karma is a bitch, isn't it?"

Vegeta sniffed once again before finally falling completely silent. He remembered Freeza's last line was the same line he told the lizard thousands of years ago before he killed him. He frowned, feeling frustrated now that he realized that Freeza has been mocking him the entire time. He raised his head to give Freeza a silent, intimidating glare. The Emperor gazed back with a disparaging and challenging look.

Finally after minutes of intense glaring match between fire and ice, Vegeta ignored the comeback line that Freeza just spat hatefully at him, the moody prince turned and disappeared, dashing into his bedroom.

"So I guess even the great, proud and almighty Super Saiyan god ain't almightly after all." Freeza snickered as he shook his head in distaste. He turned his eyes towards the rest of the monkeys eyeing at him indignantly. "The three of you, go back to your rooms. Your damn noise have already ruined my beauty sleep! Go to bed, now!"

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Vegeta jumped into his king sized bed and buried his face into his pillows. What humiliation! How embarrassing! How could he let Freeza and the others see him in such a state of... weakness. He squirmed as he let out a long whine, wanting to die in embarrassment.

"Damn it! Damn it all! Aaaah!" he screamed. He glared at the offending bracelet on his left wrist as if it was the most loathsome thing he has seen in the entire universe.

"This thing..." He growled. "I have to resist this thing's power. I am fully aware of its unwanted effects on my system. I have to find a way to control its effects on me while I have this on me. Other than that, if I, even Freeza and the others cannot take it off, perhaps the woman could do it. Yes, that's right. I have to threaten her to take this thing off me."

The thought of threatening Bulma immediately sent him a wave of painful emotions but he tried to ignore them the best he could but failing to do so.

"I guess I'll just ask her... Nicely." he begrudgingly decided. "Tomorrow. At school."

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The noisy alarm clock woke Bulma up at six in the morning. She pushed her comforter off her head and blinked at the ceiling of her room. Her dazed mind wondering where she was. Blinking a few times and rubbing her eyes with her forearm, she realized that she was still wearing her school uniform.

Now that woke her up.

She shot up on her bed with wide, confused eyes. Why was she wearing her school uniform on her bed? She looked down at herself to see the blood on her supposedly cream white uniform and her torn up sleeves. Her face grimaced in confusion, trying to recollect her memories of whatever happened last night. But all she could remember was her dream.

It was how it felt, to her.

It was a nightmare. She was completely terrified about the possessed bride doll haunting her. And then the bad man who has swore to protect her but never did had appeared to save her. After she thanked him, he casually told her that he didn't go there to save her, but to eat her. He had pushed her into a wall, kissed savagely at her lips, ran his tongue over her skin and sniffed lasciviously at her neck. He had broken her shoulders and Bulma was sure that she indeed felt the agonizing pain of that. She also thought that he had already bitten her a huge chunk.

But it was all a dream. A vivid one it's hard to believe that it was indeed a nightmare. Even so, she was alive and perfectly fine. Except for her bloodied uniform, her shoulders aren't broken, there were no bites or missing parts of her and most especially, she was alive.

What the hell happened? How did she get back home? Was it really just a dream? But, her uniform... If it was a dream then how did she ended up having torn and bloodied clothes?

She was utterly befuddled. She raised her hand to scratch her head as she grumbled in irritation.

In the end, she decided that it doesn't matter as she was getting a migraine trying to figure out if her dream was a reality.

"Ugh... I'm a mess. I guess I have to take a shower now or I'll be late at school."

She got up and noticed a white and gold armor resting on the floor in the bathroom. She frowned to herself as she bent over and took it on her hands to observe it. It was unlike any armor she had seen on TV, movies, internet and images on historical books. She recognized that the bad man was wearing this thing on her dream.

Only then she started to suspect that her dreams may have been a reality. The realization made her gasp with dread. The bad man may have showed up to her and threatened that he wanted to eat her.

Her cellphone abruptly rang and it nearly made her jump. She put down the armor and picked up her phone from her skirt's pocket to find Tadao calling.

"Bulma here. Good morning, Yokoshima-kun." Bulma greeted as she answered the call.

"Good morning, Bulma! I just called to check on you. Are you home right now?" Tadao said on the other line.

"Yeah."

"Alone?"

"Yeah."

"Oh thank Kami-sama!" Tadao let out a sigh of relief. Bulma wondered why he sounded that way. "Are you alright?" he asked a few moments later.

"Yes, I just woke up. I got to bed wearing my school uniform."

"I see. It's a relief that the weirdo didn't do anything to you, I guess."

"Weirdo?"

"The bad man. Don't you remember? He's the one who took you home. Dude has threatened to burn my ass if I don't leave you to him."

Bulma quickly turned to gaze at the alien armor on the floor with an alarming look. So it's actually true! She perceived her heart pound with terror inside her chest at the thought of the bad man coming back to finish the job.

"Yokoshima-kun?" she called her friend dreadfully.

"Hm?"

"What did exactly happen yesterday?" she asked carefully. She was trying to get another confirmation that her encounter with the bad man wasn't just a dream.

"Huh? You don't remember? I guess you fainted during the whole scenario. I'm not exactly sure but you suddenly disappeared while we were walking by the riverbanks. And then bad guy appeared out of nowhere and demanded me to give him anything you owned. He snatched your school bag and sniffed at it like some insane drug addict! After that he disappeared, too. The next thing I saw was you and the bad man. You two appeared out of nowhere nearly an hour after you two had disappeared and you were unconscious."

She disappeared? She did remember being suddenly lost on some foreign house where some gruesome murder of a newly wed couple had occurred. Was she brought to some other plane of time, space or dimension or was it something else? Did the bad guy saved her or was he trying to hunt and devour her just like the terrifying possessed bride doll?

With all evidences at hand, Bulma was convinced that whatever happened wasn't a dream at all, even though it felt like it, her mind was trying to tell her so.

She sighed as she turned to stare at her clock. "Yokoshima-kun, I'll see you at school. I have to take a shower or I'll be late."

"Alright. By the way, your school bag is with me. I'll see you at school then! Bye!" Tadao then hung up after that.

Bulma put her phone down on the top of a nearby table and reached for her bath towel hanging by the rack near her bath room door. She then proceeded to take a shower. Once done, she disregarded her torn up clothes and placed them in a trash bag. Bulma then wrapped herself with her towel and walked up to her closet to take a fresh set of her sailor school uniform. She pulled up her black, knee high socks over her long, slim legs and put on her black leather loafers.

She raced to her school. The morning bell was about to ring and the students hurried to catch up to their class and prevent punishment from their flinty school principal. She entered her classroom, still with a perplexed look. Tadao, Yamcha and Ryuji greeted her with a good morning and she forced to give them a sheepish smile as she walked up to her seat.

Tadao handed her rucksack bag to her and asked her, "Are you really feeling okay?"

"I don't know why but I feel like something isn't right." Bulma answered.

"What do you mean?"

"My memories. Something is distracting my thoughts but I cannot point it out. Everything felt like a dream but I'm seeing evidences that whatever happened in that dream was reality. It's really confusing me. You said the bad man showed up and saved me?"

"Yeah." Tadao answered.

Bulma raised her right fist to put it under her lips, a look of deep thought across her face. "That can't be."

She remembered she was injured during the whole ordeal. Now that she thought about it, remembering the time when Vegeta had cut her in half when she was a child, and then put her back together and healed her with just his breath, it's possible that he must have healed her again and did something to her mind to make her remember the events as a dream. The same thing he must have done to her years ago that's why she couldn't remember his name despite knowing that she does have an idea what it was.

She frowned to herself and concluded that nothing was a dream. Everything in her dream was a reality.

The bad man really showed up and wanted to eat her.

But why was she alive then? Why didn't he ate her just like he told her so casually last night?

She thought he must have spared her for now but was still intent on devouring her some time. And she has no idea when he would come to consume her.

Now that made her dreadful.

She opened her school bag to check on her exorcism beads, talismans, amulets and holy water she have inside. Something in here may have the ability to drive that bad man away and protect her from him.

"Don't worry, Bulma. I did not touch any of those things." Tadao assured her, thinking she was checking on her bag for something missing.

"It's alright. There's no need to be afraid." Bulma told herself. She glanced at Ryuji Takahashi. "Plus, Takahashi-kun is in here just in case. I'll be safe."

The front door slid open and their home room teacher, Mister Ataru Motomiya entered. He was a young, red haired man in his mid twenties. It must not be too long from when he passed the board exams for teaching. According to him, this school year is his third year teaching in their school. He has a kind, attractive face.

"Good morning class." Their teacher greeted with a pleased smile. "Please get back to your seats and there is something I have to announce."

The students cheerfully greeted back and did as he told them while he walked over the podium in front of the class. Behind him was a long chalkboard. There was also a table at the center of the podium where he put down his things. Once the class was in order, he looked over them and said, "It's good that everybody is present today. As I said, I have an announcement to make. Today, I will introduce you a new transfer student."

That made a commotion among his students.

"A transfer student? That's unusual." Yamcha commented in a low voice.

Ataru smiled and turned towards the door. "You may come in now." he called.

Someone walked in the classroom through the front door and stopped next to Ataru. Tadao and Bulma both gasped in surprise, recognizing the new student to be none other than...

The mean looking, flaming haired guy.

Vegeta, who wore the school's gakuran uniform, scanned the room with a scrutinizing gaze before he finally found what he's been looking for. Bulma stared back in trepidation as she found Vegeta's cold, dark glare focused directly in her direction.

"I came here to eat you." Vegeta's words echoed in her ear as the traumatic memories of her nightmare flashed on her mind.

What was he doing in here? Why was he even in here? Did he finally come here to devour her?

Bulma felt another wave of fear chilling her down to her bones as Vegeta let out a wide, sinister smirk towards her.