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Priceless Jewels
Chapter 8-The Witch

As soon as the words left her mouth she felt a sharp sting in her neck where Vegeta's face was buried. Her nails dug into his back leaving deep scores as she cried out again, this time in shock. His teeth held her in place while his tongue assuaged the wound he had inflicted on her delicate skin, tasting the blood that flowed hot from her vein. Midnight storms. Crashing waves. Rushing thunder. He couldn't seem to get enough.

He didn't see her eyes widen, darken with something untamed, something not quite human. He didn't hear that howling that rose from deep within the abyss, a howling song full of joy and pain, rage and celebration. A song of life, a song of dreams… a song of awakening.

Her nails grew sharper, longer, the color of thick blood, claws extending from the sheaths. Her long pale, blue tail wrapped around Vegeta's waist; trapping him there. Her mane spilled across the pillow around her, no longer hair, but not quite fur. An Ebon-gray jewel hung from the small spiral horn rising from her forehead, with matching jewel chips falling from her delicately pointed ears.

Vegeta finally raised himself, looking at the beautiful being beneath him in suprise, saw her stare at him with an untamed hunger burning in her predatory eyes. Her eyes flicked to his neck and her lips pulled back to expose her fangs. Her human hands that ended in claws tangled in the back of his hair and she yanked his head back, raising her body, and twisting him around until he was under her. She kept one hand fisted in his hair; let the other slide down until it cradled his neck.

Vegeta stared at her, captivated. Her perfectly curved body was raised over him, her hips straddling his. The light from the window outlined her in a silvery moonlight, giving her an unearthly aura, perfectly suited to this new form of hers. As she looked down at him, pale silvery blue wings unfurled from her back, the membranous leather seeming paper-thin in the backwash of the natural light. She was wonderful, beautiful, terrifying. And she was his; he had just made her so.

She leaned forward, tightening her grip in his hair and pulled his head back. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she looked into her male's eyes.

"You are mine now," and with those words she sank her teeth into his throat, marking him as surely as he had marked her mere minutes before. As she raised her head, licking the redness from her lips and brushing one finger over the marks on his neck, sealing them closed, and doing the same to the small puncture in her own neck. She wiped the line of blood that had trailed down her throat but before she could decide what to wipe it on Vegeta took her hand, licking the blood from her fingers. She seemed to notice her hands for the first time and she stared at her fingers for a minute before quickly taking stock of all of her physical changes.

"I look different from Jaenelle. The dream has definitely changed in the past few centuries," then her sapphire eyes pinned him. Her voice changed, became midnight thunder. "It was you. You were what I felt slipping through my inner barriers… but not you. What was that?"

"I bonded with you."

"You… what is bonded?" she asked him, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

"Bonding is what occurs when a saiyan finds their mate. I don't know how to stop it or I would never have let it happen, but since it did happen I took you as my mate. Just as you marked me as your mate when you bit me in return."

"Oh. Among the Blood an exchange of blood, well it can mean different things. From the wrist it means lifelong service, given or received. Taken from the throat of a witch it means offering and acceptance as a lifelong consort. It's as final and frequently more binding than marriage."

"You know, maybe now would be a good time to figure out just where to start with all those things that you couldn't even begin to explain to me earlier. In fact a wonderful place to start would be right here, Woman." He held up her hand, and the tips of her sheathed claws glinted in the moonlight. Bulma opened her mouth to respond when the sound of shattering glass and a piercing scream broke the night stillness, causing her to clutch her ears, doubling over to gasp in pain.


A/N: Okay, here's another chapter and I know it's short, but I decided that would be a perfect spot to end it. Alright, now all of you know what'll happen to Yamcha if he does anything stupid, so does anyone out there have any really strong moral objections to me making him suffer? Also don't forget to check out Kissing Bloody Roses okay? I know, I'm a shameless friend promoter, but you guys are going to regret it, if only because you will never know the Martyness of this story, and the TRUTH about the girlscouts!!!! MWAHAHAHA! Also I would like to take a minute to thank everyone who has reviewed. It helps me know what all I need to cover in my stories, so a great big general THANKS to all.

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Kappie: Thanks for reviewing. I'm sorry it wasn't the bad guy, he was busy doing other wicked, bad, naughty things that deserved a spanking at the time so I had to have Vegeta be the perpetrator there. Thanks for saying you liked it so much.

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Tigerwolf: Thanks x2. Was this soon enough for the rituals and stuff? That's about as ritualistic as it's going to get for now so I hope you weren't expecting more, and no Vegeta doesn't know... yet. I can see slight mystery and funny at points. But cute? @_@ Am I doing something wrong? *shakes head in confusion* At any rate, I'm happy you are enjoying it so far.

moonkitty: Sorry 'bout the cliffie, but I can't seem to resist. I think I have a subconscious fear that no one will come back if I don't leave them hanging, lol. Although this one isn't much of a cliffhanger.>.< P> Silverstar: All will be revealed in due time. thanks for all three reviews. People liking my baby makes me happy ^_^.

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IneiTenhsi: I'm sorry it didn't quite fall into the lemon category. But it seemed a bit much to be called lime, so why don't we just say lemonaide k? I wish I hadn't deleted the first version I did of this part. If I hadn't I would send it to you and then you'd realize why I didn't try for more detail. *sweatdrop* When I read the other one I nearly fell off my bed lmao. Thanks as always.

Raksha:I didn't remember there being any descriptions of what it was like, but all of my Anne Bishop books have been leant out, so I couldn't verify. Um, about why Bulma had the black, well I'm kind of operating under the theory that she's a descendent of not only Jaenelle, but Daemon and Saetan as well. You have to figure that with that kind of blood line, the potential for power would remain strong especially if her descendents recognized the power in others. I mean check out who Bulma hangs out with. Beyond that, Bulma has to have a strong potential for power, after all the presence in the abyss scared Jaenelle and she had an entire set of the lighter jewels and I think it was 13 black jewels when she was like 7. Did that make sense? If not, it's going to be covered again in the story later anyways so maybe I can make a clearer description for it then. Thanks for reviewing, it helps me think.