Disclamer: I think that if you don't review, I will stick this……*holds up very sharp pencil* up your wrinkly and pruny little bum! Alrighty then. Now that we've got that settled, I'd just like to take a minute of my time to tell you that if I owned DBZ or any products or items in here, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction……I'D BE SITTING ON MY ARSE IN A HUGE MANSION DRINKING SOME EXPENSIVE DRINK AND PAYING SOMEONE TO DO IT FOR ME!!!……*ahem*…On with the story.
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In The Arms Of a Killer
CHAPTER 2-Which is more like the first chap cos the other was a prologue…
1 week was the hiding time Vegeta had set, before he would go out and look for a new victim. This week was up, and it was time to kill again……
Bulma Briefs was frantically rooting through her wardrobe looking for something to wear. She had just broken up with her lazy arse boyfriend Yamcha, and was intent on having a good time with her two friends; Chi Chi and Juuachigou, down at the new club in town; The Stadium. It was called this, because it had this kick-arse fighting arena in the middle, where males would compete nightly to see how many oppontents they could beat into the ground. The top ranking fighter there was called "Killer." Ever since he had started competeing, no one had ever won the title. You did not use any type of protection in these all out fights. Not even groin protection, which is why no females went in it. They only stood around watching the males duke it out, while cheering them on, and placing bets on which one would win. They were like the cheerleaders, however, their screaming for their favourites had sometimes distracted the fighters attention with the calls of; "Hey Sexy!" and "What are you doing tonight?!" The fighter had lost interest in his opponent and turned around to see which lady was yelling.
Bulma had finally picked out an outfit. It was a short black skirt that went to mid thigh, with some stylish designer high heels, that were great for dancing in. Maybe she would be able to pick a guy up. Hopefully one who didn't want to be with her because of her money or body. But that kind of guy was getting harder and harder to find these days. Almost all men like that were already married. She sighed, putting the finishing touches on her make up and hair, grabbed her handbag and went outside to meet Juu and Chi Chi who were waiting in the car for the last 20 minutes.
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He stalked through the club and around the unoccupied figthing ring, looking for the perfect woman. No No NO!! None of these were right. They didn't have the qualities he was after. Vegeta growled. He was getting very impatient. If he didn't find a good one soon, he might end up forcing someone. And that he didn't want, it wasn't his style. Although, without his Witchblade, he didn't know what his style was anymore.
He was about to leave to go and look in a different club, when the door opened, and there she stood. Perfect. Just what he needed. He chuckled and turned around to go sit at the bar, waiting for his little blue-haired goddess to come near.
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It had been two hours in the club, and Bulma had not danced with one guy. Many had come and asked her to, but she refused. She could see the greedy look of lust in their eyes, and had not wanted to be anywhere near them.
"Come on Bulma! You gotta find some guy! We have! Look, isn't Goku just the cutest?" Chi Chi giggled at the tall man with the odd, palm tree shaped hair. Goku blushed. "No way. Krillen is way better." Juu did something totally out of character, and poked her tounge out at the raven haired woman playfully. "You little bitch!" Chi Chi yelled back, not really angry or meaning one word of it. "Bulma, the point is, if you don't find a guy, we will." She asserted.
"It's not my fault if there aren't any decent guys!" She whined, but her voice was drowned out by a man's voice over the speakers, announcing the first round was about to begin of The Stadium Championships. The girls squealed and ran to get a ring side seat, looking down into the arena. In ways, in was much like the Roman Coliseum. The first couple of fights were rather dull and boring, there weren't any experienced fighters. But in the fourth round, things changed.
"Ladies and gentlemen. We have rather unusual terms for this next bout. Killer will be fighting in it due to a request from a challenger. It is my pleasure to introduce a new fighter to The Staduim. He doesn't want an introduction, so here he is! Minion!!!" A round of applause and a bunch of eager faces faces waited to see the new and possibly extremely stupid challenger.
The crowd was silent as the man stepped out. He had on white sneakers, white pants with a light purple flame going up the right leg, and a sapphire blue bandana on his head on which the ties on the back reached down to just below his shoulder blades. He wore no shirt. There was a tattoo on his lower back that read: Destiny in a fancy script. His hands were wrapped in the type of bandages boxers wear under their gloves. He bounced around on his tip toes for a bit, waiting to meet his opponent.
"And here he is. The undisputed champion of the stadium……KILLER!!!!" A loud round of "boos" were heard around the whole club. Obviously they didn't like this guy. He came out spitting insults at the crowd. He turned to face his small, yet compact and musclebound opponent. "You're goin' down sucka! No one messes with Killer and lives! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He yelled.
"I'll show you who the real killer is you overgrown freak." He said under his breath. 'And I will get that girl as well.' He looked up the walls of the arena to where the blue haired girl and her friends sat watching him.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Can I please have complete silence?!" The announcer waited a few moments until the chatter had died down. "Thank you! The Stadium officals wish to inform you that anyone with a queasy stomach should leave now. The fights you are about to witness can have gruesome results, and some have even died! Comptitors enter at the risk of their own lives. The Stadium holds no responsibility for deaths or injuries during these fights! And without further adieu…HERE IS ROUND 4 OF THE STADUIM CHAMPIONSHIPS!!!" The crowd roared, clapping and screaming. "Fighters! Are you ready?!" They both nodded and got into fighting stances. "FIGHT!!!!" The announcers voice rang out through the whole club loudly. Thumping tribal music added to the mood, and helped fighters focus their minds and bodies, as bright coloured lights flashed and waved about the room, from the lighting system above. The screaming of the crowd could be heard a few blocks away from the club.
"DIE!!!" Killer yelled and lunged at his opponent, only to miss, and catch thin air. 'Huh? Where did he go?' He was caught off guard by a powerful punch to the ribs, winding him. The crowd gasped in awe of this new fighter's speed and power. Killer grasped his ribs, attempting to allieviate some of the pain, and try to get his breath back. How did that little runt manage to get a punch in on him?
Killer stood up and took a swing. He missed again. And again. And again. Minion on the other hand, was landing blow after blow after blow. He smirked evily at his larger opponent. Killer was getting very angry. He decided to play dirty. "TIGER CLAW!!!!" He yelled, stretching out his arm, faking that he was going to hit him it the face, when in actual fact, he was going to withdraw his hand at the last minute, and replace it with his foot, attempting to catch his opponent off guard. It never failed.
But this one time, it did. Minion could read Killer like a book. He knew he was going to try something like this. So he lunged forward as well. Killer, not expecting this, brang his leg up as he went to skid to a halt. This is the opening Minion was looking for. He grabbed Killers raised leg, and used the force of his momentum to swing around, and send Killer sailing across the arena into the other wall. He hit his head and body against it with a sickening thud, and lay dazed on the floor. But Minion wasn't done there. These fights weren't over 'til they were over.
Minion walked calmly over to the fallen Killer. He stood over him. He had not even broken a sweat, while Killer was leaking his everywhere. "Now who's the killer?" He asked coolly raising his foot up over Killers head. "…No!…" His hoarse cry ran across deaf ears.
The sound of bones crunching and brain matter could be heard squelching and splattering as the room was silent. They were in awe of this mighty fighters talent, and raw, untamed fury and power. Blood oozed through Minions pants leg, accompanied by bits of the dead fighters brain. The janitors would have a big mess to clean up tonight. Splats of blood were even found several metres from the body. Minion shook off the remaining brain matter off his shoe like it was no big deal.
"So……Does this mean I win?" He asked the announcer nonchalantly. The man nodded dumbly, and threw him the trophy with a mouth open wide. "H-Here's……Here's your……w-winner……Minion???" He squeaked. Never in his career had he seen such a cold heartless fighter with raw power such as this, that could crush his opponents skulls with such little force. He hoped that no one would ever see his true power.
Up in the stands about the arena, the girls stared in shock. How could someone as cute as that be such a brutal killer? "Damn…" Bulma muttered, more about his looks than his fighting talent. "Damn is right girl! He's the guy you should be going after!" Chi Chi told her from Goku's lap. "Him?" She squeaked. "Did you not just see what he did? He crushed that guy's head with his foot! If he can do it to a big guy like that, just imagine what he could do to me!" She wailed. "Yeah. But you have to admit, he is your type. The dangerous, dark, bad boy has always been your one desire. He's as bout as bad as you can get. I say go get him." Juu piped up. "You guys are crazy. There is no way I am going to chat that guy up." She huffed, and everyone laughed.
"Oh come on. He can't be that bad. He just looks like the type of guy who hadn't much control in his life, and he probably needs to express his feelings through violence." Krillen mused. They all stared at him. "What?! I read it in a book!" He laughed stupidly. The others just wiped away the big sweatdrop on their heads.
Bulma grabbed her daiquiri and took a sip. "Look B! There he is!" Chi Chi pointed out the man who was hunched over at the bar. "Shit Chi! I'm not going over there alright!" "I'll give you $50?" "Alright!" Bulma quickly agreed. Even if she was the richest girl in the world, she never missed the chance to get a few extra bucks. Bulma gulped down the rest of her drink and stood up. She smoothened out her dress and straightened her shoulder length aqua hair, that she had pulled into a ponytail. "Okay. How do I look?" She twirled around. "Great! Now go!" The two girls chorused. Bulma took a deep breath and started to push past the crowd of people to get to the bar.
'Ahhh. Here she comes.' Vegeta could see her reflection moving towards him in the glass of the bottle he was holding. Her aqua hair easily made it known that it was her. She pretended that she hadn't noticed him and went to order a drink. A Strawberry Vodka Cruiser. Vegeta watched from the corner of his eye as she sat down on the stool and drank. To anyone else, it would seem as if he were staring at spot on the counter, and not at her. This is why Bulma decided to take things into her own hands and make the first move.
"Hi." She said in a timid voice and placed a hand on his arm. Vegeta pretended that he had only just noticed her, and trailed his gaze up her arm and into her eyes. Bulma reeled back in the intensity of his gaze. His obsidian eyes burned into hers, making her seem suddenly small and worthless. He smirked, sending a chill up her spine. "Hello." His voice was cold and raspy. Bulma gulped. She wondered if this was such a good idea after all. "I-I'm Bulma." She tried to control her shaking voice as she held out her hand.
Vegeta stared at it. His icy gaze rose back to her eyes and he took her hand in his, raising it to meet his lips in a suave gesture. She could see the black fire dancing behind his eyes as he rose from his seat, the ankle length black leather jacket falling from around the back of the stool and coming in close to his body. Bulma was surprised to see that he wasn't much taller than her, only about 6 inches difference. "Minion. But you can call me Vegeta." His very voice made Bulma want to press herself against him and beg him to take her. But she managed to restrain these urges as she blushed. Vegeta was aware of the reaction he was causing in this females body. He had seen it many times before on his little escapades with women he was planning to kill. His technique was to seduce them, get into bed and fuck them, then kill them. Of course he wouldn't let any pain come to them, he just tied them up, told them who he was, pinched the nerve in their neck, and away he would work with the Witchblade. Some had told him as he was working that they would much rather endure the pain then see him do this to their bodies.
Vegeta bit his bottom lip in a sexy and playful manner, while tilting his head. "Wanna dance?" He purred, making it seem like a simple request to get out on the dance floor and dance, while also making it seem like an invitation to go "dance" somewhere else, without making it seem dirty or perverted. "Yeah……" Bulma breathed, and sat her bottle down on the counter, taking Vegeta's outstretched hand and letting him lead her to a darker and less crowded corner of the club to dance. Bulma noted that his hands were soft and smooth. She had never held a man's hand that had felt like this before, they were all really rough. 'This guy must take care of himself.' She absently thought as she was pulled into his warm embrace to dance to the song; I'm With You, by Avril Lavigne.
She may not have know this man for very long, and they had barely spoken a word to each other, but she felt content in his arms, dancing slowly to the song. Bulma closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and unconciously tightening her grip around his neck.
'Soon.' It wouldn't be long now. He had her right where he wanted her. All he had to do was get her into bed. This task always proved to be simple. He pleasured the women for hours before letting the voice in his head take over and kill them. After all, they did deserve to have one last good time before they died.
Over at the tables The girls along with Goku and Krillen, watched with keen interest. Damn. This guy seemingly held Bulma in the palm of her hand. He must be good. Real good. Chi Chi started to wonder wether she should have made Bulma go over to him. No one had ever put her under that much of a spell before. It was as if she was falling for a complete stranger right then and there. Oh well. There was nothing her and Juu could do if she was.
Vegeta's arms pulled her in closer to his body. Bulma felt this action, but said nothing about it, as she rather enjoyed it. She took a deep breath of his musky scent. "So Vegeta. What do you do for a living?" She asked, her eyes still closed. "Well. I don't really prefer to be stuck in the one job all the time, so I work when I find the need. Besides, I live with my brother in our apartment, and with his income, we'd not need another job for a few years. But for these past 4 or so, I had no need for money. Everything was already paid for." "Oh." Bulma was a bit consused. Where would you go for 4 years and not need money? The army? "Where did you go?" She felt Vegeta stiffen and tense. "I'd rather not say." He gruffly told her.
"Alright. No need to get snitchy." She took another deep breath. She liked the smell of him. So musky. So manly. Yamcha didn't smell like this. He smelt like cheap booze and cologne, and other women's perfume. She nearly gagged at the thought. Vegeta lent his head down a bit and sat his chin on her shoulder, breathing in her ear. The song changed to Silverchair's After All These Years. Bulma rather liked this song, it was relaxing. 'Heh. Your trust in me will be your greatest downfall little one.' Vegeta smirked against her neck.
After another 3 hours of dancing, Bulma was starting to get tired and thirsty. Vegeta noticing this, pulled away and asked her if she wanted to have a break and get a drink. Bulma answered yes. Vegeta led her to the bar and ordered her another strawberry vodka cruiser, and for himself, a martini. Bulma spotted her friends sitting up at the other tables. She waved to them and tugged Vegeta along with her. 'Fuck. This is going to make it harder. The blonde one don't look too bad though. Maybe I'll get her later.'
(A/N: Don't worry, he won't, this is still a b/v fic, and Vegeta won't be actually sleeping with any of the Z characters cept for Bulma.)
Vegeta followed Bulma up the stairs to her friends. "Hey guys! This is Vegeta. Vegeta this is Chi Chi, Juuachigou, Goku and Krillin." Vegeta just looked at each of them with something that almost looked like a glare. He was studying them. Krillin didn't like the way Vegeta was looking at him. He almost wet himself.
"HI!! I'M GOKU!!!" Vegeta jumped back into a fighting stance, but partially relaxed once he saw it was palm tree man. "I know that already. Your friend just introduced us." "Oh yeah! Silly me! Heh Heh!" He laughed as he put one hand behind his head. Vegeta just shook his head in annoyance. "Is he always like this?" He muttered to Bulma. "Unfortunately, yes." She laughed. "Hey. You look really familiar. Have we met before? Besides with the fighting thing?" Krillin asked curiously.
Vegeta's eyes widened. 'Shit! No! He might have read the paper last week!' "No! No we haven't! I don't know where you get crazy ideas like that. We haven't met!" He was quick to dismiss. "Alright. So we haven't met. My mistake……" Krillin replied. He was obviously weirded out by Vegeta's strange behavior. 'Damn. That was a close one. All those years in the slammer has made me loose my nerve. Can't have that now.'
"Hey did any of you guys see the paper last week?" Bulma piped up. Vegeta froze. "Oh yeah! I know! It's awful isn't it! I can't believe it. The Reaper escaped from Scarlet Lake! That's like the toughest place to ever be put. He's like the first guy to ever get out. I think he should be put in the Guinness Book Of World Records!" Chi Chi laughed. Vegeta sat down next to Bulma and started tapping his foot nervously on the chair leg. "I think he's pretty cute though. I wonder how a guy like him could ever be a serial killer?" Bulma thought out loud. The girls laughed. "B, you got boys on the brain. Only you could think that a pychopathic killer is cute." Bulma humphed. "What do you think about him Vegeta?" Juu asked suddenly. He jumped, startled at the sudden attention change from Bulma to him. "Oh! Um. Well. I……I think that he's not that bad. All those movies don't get their facts straight about him. He's not like that at all." "How would you know what he's like?" They all focused their complete attention on him. Vegeta started to sweat. "Well……you see……I met him?" He blurted out, hoping they would believe him.
"Fuck. No way! What was he like?!" They all leaned forward in their seats. "Ummm……" A big sweatdrop slid down the side of Vegeta's head. What had he gotten himself into? "He……He's not that bad really. Those movies make him a lot weirder than he is. I mean he doesn't hear little voices in his head……well, not all the time anyway. And I'm- I mean he's not a friggin' homosexual!" He practically yelled. Bulma and the others stared in wonder. "How in the hell do you know him?" Bulma pestered. Vegeta sighed. He'd have to pull out the big guns. "He……He's my twin brother…"
The others stared in open mouthed wonder. "But you can't tell anyone! They'll use me against him!" "Who will?" Chi chi asked after a moment's silence. "The police. They'll hold me there until he comes back, because they know he'll do anything for me. And if he goes back to Scarlet Lake, they'll give him the death sentence. That's the punishment for trying or succeeding in escaping that joint." He blurted out quickly. "Alright. We'll keep your secret. Wow! This is exciting. Helping the most notorius serial killer stay out of jail. Although, I can't blame him for wanting to escape. I went there once to do an interview with the warden, that place is awful. Big smelly and hairy guys wholfe whistling at me. Yuck!" Bulma made a disgusted face and stuck her tounge out.
"Heh! You probably came across Gus and his little gang. Gus is dead now, and his two buddies are in a critical condition in the prison hospital." He laughed remembering what he did to them. "Oh! That's so awful! What happened?" Goku asked. Vegeta leaned forward onto the table, and everyone followed his actions and leaned forward too. "My brother." Those two words summed everything up. "What did he do?" "Well, those guys tried to rape him in the shower, so he beat the shit out of them and killed Gus. It would have been quite amusing I'd say. The guys were twice his height……But he was twice their size." Vegeta chuckled. Bulma's eyes widened. "Twice the size huh?" She got that evil look in her eye that signaled she was thinking dirty thoughts. "Bulma! Stop that! That's grotty!" Chi Chi giggled and smacked her in the shoulder.
Vegeta smirked. This was going to be way too easy. "So how come you guys have the same name?" "Oh. Father wasn't very imaginative." In actual fact, he wasn't. That's why he named both his sons after vegetables. "Hey what about that Witchblade thing?! I wanna go see it at the museum! Have you seen it yet! You should come! They found another. It's got a blue sapphire in it instad of the ruby. It's so beautiful!" Bulma and the girls started yapping away about jewels after that, while Vegeta sat rigid. 'The blue gem. It's the Iceblade! It's not possible! That blade is legendary! I have the fire, and they finally found the ice. If I get both, I will have the ultimate power. No one could stop me! I would be invincible!'
(A/N: I made up that second blade thing.)
Witchblade and Iceblade. Fire and Ice. The ultimate weapon. No one who has tried to weild both blades had ever passed the Periculum. The images proved too much for them, and along with the harsh questioning, it made it next to impossible. Their heads usually exploded from all the pressure. Or sometimes it was their whole body. And if you did manage to successful weild both, as the legend goes, you would need to find a helmet. It was to help control both blades at the same time, or their immense power would get too great, and tear you in half. The longer you weilded the blade for, the more experienced you would become, and the stronger the blade would be. It started at this level for the next weilder as well.
(A/N: I made this up too.)
"Why don't we all go down to the museum tomorrow! We can go see them." Krillin suggested. "Yeah!" Everyone but Vegeta nodded. "Vegeta? Don't you want to go see your brothers blade?" Bulma asked. He was silent for a few seconds. "I can't go. It's too dangerous. The curator hates me. He thinks I want to take everything." He lied. In actual fact, he didn't want to go because the curator might recognise him and raise the alarm. "Awww. Too bad. Have you ever touched it?" Bulma eagerly asked. "Yes. But can we just stop with the questions? It's bad enough that he escaped, and I gotta keep him hidden and safe." "Cool! You're hiding him! I wanna meet him! Please?!" "Bulma! Shut up! We all want to see what he's like. But it might be too hard." Juu scolded. Vegeta nodded. "It is." Vegeta's breath came out in a big gust, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked around to make sure no one had heard their conversation. It didn't look like it.
"You're really worried aren't you?! Hiding a criminal! Wow……Has he ever tried to hit you?" "Yes, no, Now SHUT UP!" He growled though his teeth. "Heh. I guess I deserved that huh?" Bulma smiled at the girls. They nodded. Vegeta grabbed his drink and sculled the rest of it down. "I'm getting another. Anyone want one?" Goku swallowed the rest of his and nodded. "Beer please." Krillin, Juu, Chi Chi and Bulma all wanted the same. They all handed him their money and he went to get 6 beers.
He came back and sat at the table, distributing the alcohol. He grabbed his, and biting down on the lid, he ripped it off, and spat it out on the table. He took a mouthful of the cold liquor, relieving his parched mouth. He wiped more sweat off his brow and looked around, taking a full sweep of the room before coming back to rest on the door. Vegeta's eyes just about bugged out, and he whimpered, catching the attention of the others, he quickly ducked down and looked at the table. "Fuckfuckfuck!! Copscopscops!! Ehhhhhh……." He took another mouthful of the beer before standing up. "I gotta go. Can't let them see me." He started walking away. Bulma grabbed her handbag. "Wait! I'm coming too!" She ran up to him and grabbed his arm, waving over her shoulder at the others. "That is one sick puppy…" Krillin commented before going back to his drink.
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When they reached the back door of the club. Vegeta lent against the wall outside and let out a big sigh. Bulma noticed he was breathing heavily. She gave him a rub on the back. "So where are we gunna go hide? This is so cool!" She squealed. "Back to my place. You won't be going for a while. I'm not taking any chances." Vegeta just hoped that Nappa wasn't there. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Vegeta unlocked the Mercedes that he had borrowed from his brother, and got in. He buclked the seat belt and started the car up, waiting for Bulma to get settled. When she did, he pulled out of the clubs carpark and sped off towards his apartment.
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When they got to the apartment complex, Vegeta unlocked the door and went into his and Nappa's room, on the 4th story. He shut and locked the door behind Bulma. "Wow. This place is nice. What does your brother……Wait a second! You said that Vegeta was your brother!" Vegeta froze. "I have two brothers. Nappa is the one who got this place." "Oh. That's okay then. So what does he do?" "Fuck." Vegeta sat down on the couch. "Promise you won't tell?" "God damn! Is your whole family involved in criminal activities?!" "Well yeah……" He laughed nervously. "My brother is a drug dealer, we don't take any of the real dangerous stuff like heroine. I just smoke. He gets the best stuff." "Really now? I smoke too. As long as we are keeping secrets, don't tell anyone. It could ruin my career if everyone knew I have the occasional smoke."
Vegeta nodded in understanding. "Too bad we can't have one now. My brother gets mad if I get into his stash, or if I get high without him." Vegeta laughed. Bulma giggled and sat in the armchair opposite the sprawled out figure on the sofa. "So what do you do? Seeing as we are being honest, and you are telling me about your criminal family." "If I told you, then I'd have to kill you. And I'm not being funny there either……" His voice was cold, and she could barely see his face in the moonlight that filtered through the window. Bulma squirmed in her seat. "Can we turn the light on? It's really dark in here." "What's the matter? Not scared are you? I like the dark. It's comforting." He purred. "Right…And I'm the Queen of England."
Vegeta sat up, half of his body was in the moonlight, and half was in complete shadow. "You should be……" He stood up and walked around the coffee table and held out his hand for Bulma to take. He jerked her to her feet, and pulled her to his body.
"Ooof!! Vegeta! What are you-Mmmpff!!" Vegeta put a hand over her mouth. "I have to do this……" He took away his hand and closed the gap between them. His lips crushed hers; it felt like little bolts of elecrticity were running through them. Vegeta had never felt like this before. Bulma relaxed and started kissing him back. Their eyes closed, but not before Vegeta moved them back to sit on the sofa. Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled on his bottom lip. He grabbed her thigh and pulled her left leg around so it was resting on his hip, and he pushed her forward a bit, so they could lay down. He ran his hand up and down her side, helping her to relax.
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Nappa stumbled up the stairs, hanging onto his new girlfriend for support. They were both laughing drunkenly at something. Her grabbed the key out of his pocket and it took him 4 tries before he actually got it in the keyhole. He unlocked the door and they both nearly fell inside, making out in the process. Nappa flicked on the lights, making Vegeta and Bulma sit up suddenly and pretend they weren't doing anything. He stared dumbly. "Ohhh……Ooops! Sorry giz. You just keep doooooin' wadever. Don't mind meeeee!!" He waved them off, then turned off the light and latched onto his girlfriend, taking her to his bedroom. Vegeta shivered. He turned back to Bulma, who was blushing. "What's the matter?" He purred and started kissing her neck. "Was that Nappa?" She breathed and lay back, letting Vegeta crawl back over her and run his soft hand up her thigh to where it was before the intrusion. "Yeah." He grunted.
"Mmmmm……" Bulma moaned at his skilled caresses. His tounge entered her mouth, and she bit down on it. Vegeta took his face away, and Bulma whined at the loss. "Oooo! Feisty. Just how I like 'em!" He grinned and put his mouth back to hers.
In the meantime, Bulma's hands were making themselves usful, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She put her hand inside his leather pants and searched around for his manhood, pleased to find he wasn't wearing underwear. 'Guess it must get too hot in there.' She thought naughtily and grasped him in her hand. Vegeta groaned. This had never felt this good before. He was starting to have second thoughts about killing her. 'No! I must not loose focus! I might just keep her around for a bit longer. This is too good to do only once.' Vegeta pulled her into his lap, and holding her tightly against him, he stood up and took her to his room. Along the way, they heard Nappa and his girlfriend grunting and groaning. This almost put him out of his good mood.
He kicked the door open and stepped inside, also kicking the door closed. He threw Bulma down on the bed and took off his jacket and boots. He slid Bulma's off as well and crawled over the top of her, making sure his erection brushed against her. She arched her back and moaned.
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(A/N: I didn't feel like writing a whole lemon. _ )
4 hours later……
Vegeta gave one last thrust as they both climaxed, shooting his seed deep inside her. He groaned and lay on top of her, panting. Bulma had her arms wrapped around him, their sweat sticking their bodies together. He tiredly looked up at her. "Want a joint?" "Yeah sure." She replied. Vegeta pulled out of her, and they both moaned. He moved to one side and picked up the phone, pressing a button. "Yeah. Yup. Send some over." He put the phone back and got out of bed, walking over to the door. He waited there for a few seconds, and a little remote controlled car with a tray attatched to the top of it stopped in front of his feet. Vegeta bent down and took off what was on the tray. It was a tin box. He went over to the bed and opened in, revealing that it was full of joints and a lighter. He lit one up and passed it to Bulma, they lit his own one off hers.
"Damn. Your right. The ones I have suck compared to this." Bulma blew out a puff of smoke. She cuddled closer to Vegeta and they lay there smoking their joints happily.
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The next morning, Bulma woke up with a pounding headache. 'Owww! Never mix beer and joints ever again!' She reminded herself. She looked over to her bed buddy. He looked really cute lying there like that. So she decided to leave him to sleep in peace. She slipped out of bed and went looking for the bathroom. When she found it, she took a quick shower and put on her clothes from last night. Next, she went and had a look around the place.
All the pictures were of Nappa and Vegeta, as in the Reaper Vegeta. He had on the Witchblade in each of the pictures so she knew it was him. But where was the Vegeta she knew? Bulma couldn't even tell the difference between the two. Oh wait! Here was one. It was Vegeta and Nappa at the beach, and he wasn't really facing the camera. She could tell it was him because of the tattoo on his back. But wait! Bulma took a closer look at his wrist. On it, was the bracelet version of the Witchblade.
"Oh fuck…" Bulma put the picture down and backed up. Vegeta had no brother of the same name. It was all a lie. He was the Reaper. "I have to get out of here…" Bulma whispered to herself. She knew what he did to women. She continued backing up until she ran into something warm and hard. She spun around and screamed, although not as loudly as she would have liked. Vegeta was standing there and he had the butchers knife in his hand and a look of pure hatred on his face. His eyes blazed, the black fire in them burning her to a crisp, as she fell backwards onto the floor. Tears flowed from her eyes, making it hard to see. "You know too much! You have to die!" He harshly spat out. He raised the knife in the air and was about to bring it down, when he heard her voice. "Wait!" She cried.
"What! I don't have time for this!" He growled. "D-Don't I even get a last request?!" "No! Now shut up so I can kill you already!" He was about to pinch the nerve in her neck, when she grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of her. "B-but……I think you'll like it too…" She whispered and traced her finger along his widow's peak. "What is it!" He growled, angrily pushing her hand away, and bringing the knife up to her neck. "I……Well it's more like two things. One, I want you to kill this girl called Maron. She is a real bitch and we have been fighting for ages. It's not fair if she gets to live. And two??……I……I want you again…" Bulma turned her head to the side and blushed. How could she be thinking of sex at a time like this?
Vegeta started down at the bold little female beneath him in awe. He quickly changed that look to a smirk. "Alright then. I guess that won't hurt." He got off her and pulled her to her feet. His grip on her wrist tightened and she let out a squeak of pain. "But if you even think about doublecrossing me, you'll be my first female victim to experience what true pain is!" He snarled and brought her close to his body. His teeth were bared and his eyes were covered in a veil of rage. "Hey. If I doublecross you, that would mean I get nothing out of this either." She grinned naughtily and licked her lips. "How in the hell can you be like this? All my other victims were cowering in fear, and begging for their lives right about now!" He questioned, confused at her actions. "I don't know! But can you just put down that knife so we can fuck?!" She nearly screamed. But she soon calmed down and stared at the floor as she blushed.
Vegeta was surprised. She really wanted him. He could see it in her eyes. He cautiously set down the knife on a nearby counter, and wrapped his arm around her. They were about to kiss, when there was a loud bang, and Vegeta's hand shot out and grabbed it again. He spun around to find a large man with a hangover. Not a good thing. He put the knife back down, making sure it was out of Bulma's range, and started talking. "What the hell did you do that for you big oaf? I could have killed you!" He exclaimed. "Nah you wouldn't, you woulda got her!" He replied grumbling, while filling a glass with icy cold water. "So how come you ain't killed her yet? I thought the almighty Reaper makes no deals with anybody!" Vegeta glared at him. "Watch your mouth Nappa! Or I will kill you!" "Yeah yeah…Whatever." He stumbled back into his room sipping on the water.
"So where were we?" Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and nibbled on his bottom lip. Vegeta got some ideas in his head and picked her up took her into the bathroom where they spent the next hour or so in the shower.
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Vegeta dried his hair off while Bulma stood in front of the mirror re-applying her make up. When they were done, they went outside and got in the car. Bulma told him all the details of Maron that he needed to know while driving down the highway. Where she lived, what she looked like, and what she was scared of.
Vegeta had the article about the Witchblade in his hand, and was staring at the picture while Bulma drove the car. She looked over to him and saw what he was doing. Without so much as a word, she turned off the highway and back into the normal streets, heading for the museum. "Hey! Where are we going?!" Vegeta yelled angrily. "Hey! You should be thanking me! I am going to get that for you!" She pointed at the article. "What?! Why?!" Bulma shrugged. "You kinda looked sad??" She grabbed her handbag with her purse in it, but most importantly her credit cards, just in case she would have to buy them, and went into the Museum, beckoning Vegeta to follow her. And so he did.
He tried to look as inconspicuous as he could, while walking rather quickly, through the building, having to stop deliberatly once in a while to pretend he was looking at the exhibits. His heart was racing, he was excited, but where was the Witchblade? He reached out a hand and tapped Bulma's shoulder. "Where the fuck are we going? We can't stay in here forever!" He growled softly. "I don't know alright! This place is bigger than I thought it was." Vegeta felt a sharp pain in one side of his palm. He turned his hand over and looked at it. On it was a glowing red arrow that flashed every once in a while. "Come on. I think this is the way we are supposed to go. The Witchblade is calling." He grabbed Bulma's arm and they hurried faster through the many rooms, going in the direction the arrow pointed. Finally, they came to a scarier looking exhibition room labled: Notorius Serial Killers of the Past and Present. "Oh yeah! You beauty!" He praised the Witchblade.
(A/N: Little bit of Aussie talk there for you guys. ^_^" )
They slowed their pace down, and entered the room. It was decorated in dark colours, and all the curtains around the displays were done in dark velvets. The whole room had a medieval feel to it, and the silver of the weapons contrasted niely against the dark backgrounds. The lighting also made all the weapons glint and shimmer in its eerie glow.
"Where is it? Where is it?" They split up and looked into all the display cases, trying to find the right one. "Vegeta! Over here! I found them!" Vegeta huried over to the case Bulma was looking in. There it sat in all it's glory. His blade. The casing around the ruby opened and it shone brightly at him. "Yes! It still recognises me as the weilder!" Vegeta's attention was drawn from his Witchblade to the one next to it. The legendary Iceblade. "Wow." It was even more magnificent than all the drawings and photos he had seen of it. The casing around its gem opened up, yet the glove did not turn to face him like his own one did. The sapphire shone brightly. He looked to where it was pointing. It was between him and Bulma. "What? This is not possible! Two weilders?!" He noticed the glove was shaking back and forth slightly. Actually, both of them were. He grabbed Bulma's arm and pulled her away from the case.
"It's time. You will have to face the Periculum. You are one of the chosen. If you are not able to finish the test, you shall die, and it will be my turn next." Bulma gaped. The Iceblade had chosen her? The gloves continued to shake, but more violently this time. Vegeta stretched his right arm out, as if reaching for the blade. The glass shattered, as if someone had blown it up from the inside, and the Witchblade and Iceblade seemed to take on a life of their own. They jerked a bit, and rose up into the air, as if a ghost was wearing them. Vegeta's turned around and shot toward him at alarming speed, attatching itself to his arm, in its rightful postion. He lowered his arm, and flexed his hand a bit. Yes, this is the way it should be. Bulma noticed that there was a thin red outline around the irises of his eyes, and his hair seemed that bit spikier.
The other blade didn't move. It sat there floating in the air. "Hold out you arm like I did, and call the Iceblade to you with your mind." He ordered. Bulma did as she was told. Nothing. It didn't work. Vegeta, with his more advanced hearing because of the extra powers he was granted, heard the security guards coming. He held out his other arm, and called the Iceblade to him. The gem glowed brightly, and a wind swept up from nowhere, blowing their hair back violently. The rushing of the wind was too much for Bulma, and she closed her eyes and sunk to the floor, covering her ears.
When it stopped, she opened her eyes. There was Vegeta, suspended in mid air, looking like Jesus when he was crucified, except he was lacking the cross. He was about 6 meters off the ground. Both of his eyes were closed tightly, and the gems glowed brightly, so bright she couldn't look at them for very long. When they stopped glowing, Vegeta fell to the floor with a thump. The sound rang throughout the building. Everything was deathly silent. The guards skidded to a halt at the door, and watched in awe as Vegeta fell to the floor.
"Vegeta! Are you okay?! Speak to me!" Bulma shook his unmoving body. She heard a deep growl, obviously emmitted from Vegeta. He stood up and looked at her. Both of his eyes were on fire with a blue ethereal flame.
(A/N: Think of when he is in the time chamber with Mirai Trunks and he's standing in the fire. They are burning like that, but it's blue instead.)
She could not see his actual eyes, they were just balls of flame. Bulma gasped and stepped back as he growled again, and raised his arms up. It was as if the Witchblade had caught on fire. It was blazing with a primal fury, and as Vegeta pointed it towards the guards, it let go of the glove, and hurdled itself towards them, engulfing the unlucky men in a burning furnace of heat and terror. You could hear their skin sizzling and popping, and the rank smell of burnt flesh wafted past Bulma's nostrils. She gagged.
Vegeta dropped to his knees, the power had left him, and he felt as weak as a newborn baby. His arms felt so tired, he wanted to just curl up and go to sleep. He felt Bulma's cool hand on his face as she lifted it up and made him look at her. She smiled and kissed him tenderly on the head. He could barely register what she had said. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear his mind. "Vegeta We have to get out of here now!" He tried to get up, but nearly collapsed again. Bulma grabbed his arm and hoisted it over her shoulder. She was stronger than she looked. "Guess you passed huh?" She grinned and helped him out to the car, where she threw him in and sped off, before anyone could see them.
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Well……Ummm……That went a bit longer than I thought! And I never really planned to do it like that either! ^_^" It all just popped into my head all at once!! O_O" I wonder if it's safe for me to be wandering the streets and not locked up in a mental asylum???
Mushi_Azn: Anybody who thinks like this should be locked up!!!
Me: FUCK!! I think like this on a daily basis!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *runs around in circles*
*Natsumi-Chan walks up*
Natsumi-Chan: ……………………………...o.O"……*whispers to Mushi*……What is wrong with her??
Mushi_Azn: *looks at Natsumi* ……………So many things………*walks away*
