When Night Falls - Chapter 3
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Well lets bring out the lemonade shall we?Author's notes:
Sorry this chapter took so long to write. I was having like totally a bad case of writer's block.Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the DBZ characters or anything involving that.When Night Falls – Chapter 3
Vegeta carried Bulma down the long lonely halls.
Bulma didn't struggle, and her breath was all ragged.
Vegeta smirked.
*They provided some sort of challenge, but not enough.*
They finally reached the room.
Vegeta opened the door and closed it.
He laid Bulma on the bed and sat in front of her, he knelt down and kissed her hand.
"What are you going to do?" Bulma asked as she looked at Vegeta confused.
"It's only proper that you are willing." Vegeta replied matter-of-factly.
"It's not like I can stop you…" Bulma replied.
Vegeta smirked at her attitude.
He offered his hand for Bulma.
Bulma looked at it, and then gave her hand to him.
Vegeta took her hand and led her towards the balcony.
He opened the balcony to show a fogged filled forest.
Vegeta looked at Bulma as she stared at its enchantment.
*She is so beautiful…*
Vegeta took Bulma in his arms and started levitating off the air.
"What's happening?" Bulma said eyeing the ground fearfully.
"Trust me." Vegeta said then blasted on towards the night sky.
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Kakkarot took in the scent of Chichi.
Her lily scented hair fluttered in the wind.
"Where do you come from? I mean how did you get lost in here?"
Kakkarot asked nonchalantly.
"My…I mean our fathers gave our hand in marriage to some Germanic family. We were supposed to go to the other side of the forest, but our horses got lost and I don't know what happened to our chauffeur.
Kakkarot grinned at the mention of the chauffeur.
"What are you smiling at?" Chichi asked walking up to Kakkarot.
"Nothing." Kakkarot said taking Chichi's hand and ran down the hall.
"Whoa?" Chichi asked as she was almost flying at the speed.
They ran down the halls until they reached the training room.
There, Kakkarot handed Chichi six arrows and a good quality bow.
"Take your best shot." Kakkarot said pointing to a target on the wall.
Chichi took her stance, she narrowed her eyes, and then she released the arrow.
It span as it flew towards the bulls' eye, and then the arrow pierced through the previous arrow and landed right into the center.
"Very impressive." Kakkarot said as he clapped.
Chichi smiled arrogantly.
"Of course. The top hunters of England trained me. (Hey this is old England.)
Kakkarot looked at her arrogantly.
"Oh? I doubt that he could top my archery."
"Oh really? Then I shall prove you wrong then M'lord." Chichi said annoyed.
Kakkarot took out a piece of cloth.
"Tie this around my eyes tightly." Kakkarot said throwing the cloth at Chichi.
Chichi walked up behind Kakkarot and tied it around his eyes.
Kakkarot couldn't help but feel the warmth coming from Chichi, her scent bewitching, and her skin so soft like silk.
Kakkarot's hair fell on Chichi's face, she took in the scent.
*His scent is so strong, yet mild, he smells nothing like the hunters I know.* Chichi thought as she finished tying the blind fold.
"There. It's on." Chichi said backing away.
Kakkarot aimed the arrow towards the bulls' eye. He released the arrow, and it flew towards Chichi's arrow, piercing it.
"How?" Chichi said dumb founded.
"I guess he's not the best, eh?" Kakkarot said smiling.
Chichi narrowed her eyes in anger.
She hated it when men topped her.
She took the arrows out of the target.
"Why don't we play another game? This will proof how much hunting skills you know." Chichi said as she looked for a sack.
"Fine. But what are you looking for?" Kakkarot said trying to follow the sound Chichi was making since he hasn't taken the blind fold off.
"Some sort of sack and lots of sand." Chichi said as she headed towards the kitchen.
"Why do you need that?" Kakkarot said ripping the blindfold off.
"I'll explain later." Chichi said as she found a potato sack and some sand.
"We need this to wrap around the arrows, then dust it with color so that when it hits something it will mark it." Chichi said as she looked at the sand.
"Oh you mean you wanted to play hunter? We have the equipment here already. The Prince and I always played it." Kakkarot said while smirking, he loved making her look like a fool.
Chichi frowned.
*Why must he embarrass me so?*
"Wait. The Prince? The Prince of what may I ask?" Chichi asked as she kicked the sandbag.
"Oh I have not introduce him have I? Well you see, the Prince and I, are the last of a race that was quite powerful. We were determined to be the strongest since we survived." Kakkarot said as he led Chichi to another room where the equipment was.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Chichi said as she bowed her head in shame.
"Don't be, it's not your fault, well it was, for your ancestors torched our palace and killed off our kind, but it was your ancestors, not you." Kakkarot said as they reached the room.
Chichi walked in to see a huge room with plants and trees in it.
"This room was specially made for this game. The Prince loves to hunt but no one ever surpassed his hunting skills." Kakkarot said as he handed a fancy bow and numerous arrows that were dusted with blue powder to Chichi.
Kakkarot took the arrows that were dusted in red.
"Ladies first?" Kakkarot said as he bowed and led her into the deeper part of the room.
Chichi looked at Kakkarot.
"Now I think the rules are quite simple, I will revert it just so we know. The one that lands the most hits wins, the one that is covered with the marks of the arrows loses, we both hide. Is that correct?"
"Yes that is correct, now shall we?" Chichi said as she ran in the forest.
Kakkarot smirked as he followed her but took an alternate route.
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Bulma looked down at the forest. The view she had up here was exquisite.
Vegeta looked at Bulma's face, the bright moon giving depths and shadows on Bulma's face making her more beautiful.
Bulma suddenly asked.
"What is your name?"
Vegeta was taken aback by the question but he didn't show it.
"I am a Prince. My name is Vegeta." Vegeta replied coolly.
"Oh…well my name is Bulma." Bulma said as she looked down.
Vegeta looked a head seeing his destination soon.
Bulma looked back up to Vegeta's face, the moon casting shadows on part of his face so she could only see the profile.
*He is so handsome. I wonder why he would ever consider me…*
Vegeta looked down preparing to land.
He dropped down all of a sudden making Bulma shriek and hang on to his neck tightly.
Vegeta smirked, he then landed outside another castle. The outside was all burnt.
"What is this place?" Bulma asked as she jumped off Vegeta's arms, she span around for there was a light mist surrounding the area.
"It was my previous home." Vegeta said as memories of his past came back.
"What happened?" Bulma asked as she walked up to Vegeta, she shivered as the wind blew across the area.
Vegeta saw her shiver and took off his cape and gave it to her.
Bulma smiled as she took it and wrapped it across herself.
"The slayers created a cult against us. They torched it and slayed most of my people."
"Slayers? What kind of slayers?" Bulma asked in curiosity.
"You don't know what kind we are?" Vegeta asked in wonder.
"No. And what exactly do you mean we?" Bulma asked as she neared the giant castle. She could imagine what it looked like before the incident, it was truly magnificent.
"Vampire Slayers, but they called themselves the justifier. They kill off races of other species because they think they are evil. I am not declaring that we are saints, but we did no wrong." Vegeta said then stopped.
*I don't need to tell her anything.*
"Oh I'm so sorry." Bulma said as she turned around and gave Vegeta a weak smile.
She then ran up towards the entrance and opened the door.
Dust from centuries ago flew outwards.
Bulma coughed.
She then walked in and looked at the giant but destroyed chandelier on the roof.
She looked at the double archways of stairs and the tiles on the ground. It was too smooth and beautiful to be marble.
"Is this marble?" Bulma asked as she saw her own reflections in the grayish white stones.
"No. It's not. It's granite, crystals, and a special stone that we call densures in it.
It is very precious, more precious than the diamonds you call now.
Frankly I think the 'slayers' were after our treasures."
Vegeta said as he walked beside Bulma and looked at his old home.
The place where he grew up and learned his place as prince.
Bulma looked at the roof that was at least 100 feet tall.
It had a giant pictures set of beautiful stones, it was a portrait or image set by stone of a handsome man.
She pointed to the roof and asked.
"Who is that?"
"That is me." Vegeta said as he walked on towards the archway stairs.
Bulma followed.
They soon reached what seems to be a ballroom.
Bulma stared at it. It wasn't like any ballrooms she ever saw. If one sees this room it would put all other ballrooms to shame.
"Not even the king have such a magnificent castle." Bulma commented as she twirled around, admiring the room.
"No. That is why they allowed the slayers to kill us, to take our treasures. But none of them will find it for I destroyed it." Vegeta said in anger, anger towards the greedy kings that caused his race.
Bulma looked at the tense Vegeta.
"May I call you Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she laid a hand of comfort on his shoulder.
Vegeta thought about it for a moment and frowned.
"No you may not. You will address me like others do. Prince Vegeta."
"Yes Prince Vegeta."
Bulma sighed as she looked at Vegeta's tense face.
"So why did you bring me here?"
Bulma asked as she looked out the window.
"To…."
Then he was interrupted with a loud explosion.
Vegeta went on top of Bulma to shield her from the blow.
"What the hell?" Vegeta said as another explosion erupted.
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Well this is Chapter 3 I hope you liked it.