Disclaimer: OOOGA BOOOGA!!!! ^_^" ……………………….O_O"………I didn't do it!!!!!

I was just spray painting Vegeta's head on the wall of our stable that we don't use anymore……I think I got high on paint fumes……and then I had to use nail polish remover to get it off my hands……I think I got high on that too……EEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! *bounces around room and finds great amusment out of poking the cat*

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In The Arms Of a Killer

CHAPTER 3-Which is really chapter two cos chapter 2 was chapter 1 and chapter 1 wasn't chapter 1 at all. Chapter 1 was the prologue and……Fuck……I really am high on paint fumes……O.O"……

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.

"Phew!! That was close!" Bulma exclaimed. She looked over at Vegeta. He was nearly asleep. "Hey. Try to stay awake until I get you somewhere safe okay? I'm not going back to the apartment, someone might see us." She cooed softly to him, while brushing her hand along his face. Vegeta grunted in reply. Instead of the Witchblade and Iceblade reaching just above his elbow and jutting out a bit like the would do if you were wearing only one, they were right up his arms now, coming to just below his shoulder. They also had extra spikes jutting out at certain intervals, and some smaller rubies and sapphires embedded in the alien metal. They looked like a part of some full body armour, except that he wasn't wearing any.

(A/N: I belive there is something like this on a Witchblade website, too bad I can't remember which one, but it's a comic version of it anyway. And the Iceblade don't exsist except for in my mind and this fic.)

Finally Bulma pulled off the highway and into a small forest. She turned off the main road through it, and drove through a winding track to a small holiday house in the woods. She parked the car and got out, running around to Vegeta's side, and helping to get him out. He had quite a lot of trouble standing, so she nearly had to drag him the whole way through all the dirt and sticks. "Damn. Those things must really drain you energy!" She panted as she stopped for a little break. All Vegeta could manage was a grunt as he leaned heavily on Bulma, his eyes half closed.

Eventually, Bulma got him inside, and somehow got him upstairs, and into a bed. The Witchblade and Iceblade had retracted into a new form now. Instead of being bracelets, they were now metal arm bands, with intricate patterns on them, and the ruby and sapphire in the middle. Before passing out, Vegeta had managed to tell her where she could find the helmet that he needed to control the blades. It was called the Skull of Kukum Chel.

(A/N: Kukum Chel is a Native American name I got out of a book. I dunno what it means but I think it sounds cool.)

One of his contacts had the helmet, but Vegeta could not go there himself because he was too weak. Bulma would need a password to get in to see this man, but as Vegeta had not seen him in ages, and because he kept changing the password, he would have to give her the next best thing; his trademark. Vegeta took the ring of his finger. It was a skull that he used to imprint on the skin of his victims to identifiy that it was the Reaper who did this. The mark never came off.

(A/N: Think of the Phantom's skull ring. Damn. I'm stealing everthing……I'll shut up now……)

Vegeta gave her the directions and told her to got there immediately, before promptly passing out on the bed. Bulma knew she had to hurry, the blades were draining his energy quickly. She tucked the covers around him, and left a big glass of water on the bedside table, just in case he woke up thirsty and couldn't make it down to the kitchen.

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The big wooden doors loomed in front of her. She didn't like this place. But she knew she had to do this for Vegeta. She knocked 3 times as instructed. A small peephole opened in the door, and two eyes peered out at her. "What do you want female?! You have no buisiness being here!" He snarled. "Actually, yes I do. I'm here on behalf of Vegeta." The eyes widened and the person shut the peephole and opened the door a fraction. "Really? What's the password?" "Well. He didn't give me one, but he said for you to look at this and it will be all the proof you need." She handed the man the ring, and he gasped, throwing it back to her after examining it, and he ushered her in, appologizing for his rude behaivour, and begging her not to tell Vegeta.

"I presume you are here to see me Miss Briefs?" A voice rang out. Bulma turned to see who it was. There was a man in a flashy business suit and light blonde hair standing in the doorway. He introduced himself as Kenneth Irons. Yes. How did you know? And how did you know my name?" "Vegeta told me. Through the Witchblade. Come. Let us talk."

(A/N: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I said I'd shut up but I need to say this. Kenneth Irons is a real character from the movie Witchblade. I might end up sticking in a few other characters too. I dunno yet. And the description of the helmet below is like the one Ian Nottingham wears when he is in the armour, except this one is not the golden colour.)

Kenneth explained to her about all the powers of the Witchblade, and how it worked. He also explained the powers of the Iceblade, and why it was also pointing to her, although he was a little more vauge with the discription of the blade. Not even people who had successfully worn it could really explain what they had felt. He led her to the room that he held his collection of weapons in. Inside a well protected vault lay the Skull of Kukum Chel. "Wow! It's beautiful!" She exclaimed as Kenneth took it off the stand after deactivating the security system. "Yes. Isn't it?"

The helmet was made of a silver metal, with a blueish tinge to it, much like the Iceblade, as it was needed to keep the Iceblade under control more than it's counterpart the Witchblade. It was true to it's name, it did look like a skull somewhat. It was moulded in the shape of a head, leaving about a maximum of 4 centimetres distance between your face and the metal, to allow for comfort, and a bit bigger space for around the nose, as it didn't push out to reveal exactly where your nose was. There were little bumpy waves on the front, making it look like corrogated iron, and in the dips there were small slits so you could breathe through. The eye holes were separate, and not made into one big one, like most helmets did, and so it was designed for the maximum comfort during a fight.

Bulma thanked Kenneth sincerely, and told him she must really get back to Vegeta. He agreed. Vegeta's life was hanging in the very balance. "Miss Briefs. There is one thing I ask of you. I sense there will be trouble. Possibly you getting questioned by authorities. I would ask of you not to mention me at all. I run a very dangerous buisiness under all this, and I really don't want police snooping around and asking me questions." Bulma nodded. "No problem. I'll do my best." Bulma waved goodbye and was about to step out the door when Irons grabbed her shoulder. "I suggest you ask Vegeta to train you in the arts. When he dies, you will be the one to take over the Iceblade. You are the future weilder. Vegeta will not harm you physically, although mentally he can be a bit of a struggle. It's hard to get through to that boy." Bulma nodded dumbly. She was the future weilder? "Goodbye Miss Briefs. I wish you well." "Uhhh……Thanks?" Kenneth smiled at her and closed the oor as she walked back to her car.

Suddenly, everything started to spin, going faster and faster until she thought she would pass out. Then, the image halted. She was back in the forest, standing in front of the holiday house, with the Skull of Kukum Chel and Vegeta's skull ring in her hands. She shook her head and ran as fast as she could inside, to where Vegeta lay.

He was sweating profusly and he had a pale pallour, compared to his nice, evenly tanned one. His skin was cold and clammy and he was shivering. Bulma wondered what to do. She heard a little voice in her head. It was very faint. It identified itself as Kenneth Irons. He told her to put the helmet on him. "I don't even want to know how you can telepathically communicate with me." She grumbled as she pulled Vegeta's shoulders up from the mattress, so she could slip the helmet on his head. When she did, she sat back and waited like Kenneth told her to. The base of the helmet seemed to ripple, like molten steel. It seeped down his body, covering him in it's blue grey metal. It attached itself to the Witchblade and Iceblade and formed into proper armour, once it had taken on the basic shape of his body. It looked amazing. How could one thing be so beautiful, yet so deadly at the same time?

The figure on the bed sat up, startling the awestruck woman. His head turned towards her, and the sound of metal scraping against metal could be heard faintly. It looked to Bulma as if he was glaring at her through the armour, when in actual fact he was smirking happily. He spun his hips to the side and rotated his upper body, so he could climb off the bed. When he was up he bent his arms a few times, and rotated his body and shoulders, getting into the feel of things. The armour was very light, and it allowed for almost full range of movement. Although it seemed weak, it was actually very durable, and could stand up to strong weapons like one of those miniature RPG's. It would put a small dint in it, and a few burn marks, maybe knock the breath out of you, but it wouldn't kill on the first blow, unless it was in the head. But even then, it was hard to damage it too much.

Bulma could hear his heavy breathing inside the helmet. The metal started rippling again and it pulled back over his head, leaving him with only the armour on. She had to admit, it really suited him. He closed the gap between them and pulled her close to his armoured body. "I must congratulate you. You did better than I expected. Maybe I won't kill you after all. You could be of some assistance. As long as you don't go squealing to the police about it." Bulma shook her head. "Irons told me you should teach me the arts, whatever that is, because I am supposed to be the next weilder when you die or something. That's why the Iceblade wasn't pointing at either of us."

Vegeta was surprised. This little woman must be stronger than he thought. "Fine. I will teach you." He raised both arms up and with a "Sching!" out came both blades, about 12 inches long. The Iceblade's blade wasn't as fancy as the Witchblade. It was just a simple type. Long and straight. While the blade on his right arm went in big wave like spikes on one side, and small jagged ones, then it went into two big spikes that pointed up his arm with a diamond shaped hole in the middle, then it went down on both sides into the small spikes again, then the tip was a plain blade.

(A/N: *dodges sharp objects that angry readers throw* I just wanted to tell you that if you don't understand that description, I have a picture I drew of it! Although it's not when the glove is all the way up his arm. And the real Witchblade's blade doesn't look like that! I just made it up! *gets knocked unconscious by a large boot. Readers cheer*)

Bulma reached out her hand timidly and ran her fingers along the gloves and blades, careful not to cut herself. It seemed to send little static charges through her fingertips. "Wow. Wait til I tell Chi Chi! She'll never believe me! Oh please can I tell her and Juu?! I promise the won't tell anyone! They are really good at keeping secrets!" She begged. "You can't! If one word slips out that any more people know where I am, then I'll be screwed!" He argued. He looked away in annoyance when Bulma did the puppy dog eyes. "Pleeeeease???" Vegeta growled. How come he couldn't say no? "Fine. As long as you promise they won't tell." He spat out, more angry at himself than her."Yeah! You'll have to come too, or they'll never believe me!" She squealed happily. He just grunted. "I'll take that as a yes." Bulma hugged him, careful not to impale her arms on the spikes on his armour. Bulma kissed him, and he quickly responded. "You know, this is the last thing I thought I'd be doing……Sleeping with a dangerous serial killer wasn't high on my list of priorites……But it's number one on my list of fun and dangerous things to do!" She laughed after they parted for air, it wasn't a long break though, after she said that, Vegeta's tounge was in her mouth and it was caressing her own.

When they came up for air again, Vegeta stood back from her, concentrated a bit, and the armour rippled and disappeared like the Skull of Kukum Chel did. The blades stayed on his arm, but within the blink of an eye, they slid piece by piece in a smooth pattern starting from his fingers, up into the armbands, leaving no trace that they were there.

"Cool." Bulma simply said. Vegeta walked backwards a bit and flopped down on the bed. "Tired. Sleep now." He said to himself, and closed his eyes, immediately falling asleep. Bulma sighed, but reluctantly got into bed with him after removing her shoes. They had only been gone for a few hours, but she was kinda tired, all that excitement must have been too much for her. She put her arm around Vegeta's waist and fell asleep with him.

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It was in the late afternoon when Bulma woke up. Vegeta was still sleeping beside her and she got out of bed quietly, getting a sense of déjà vu. Bulma went downstairs to get a drink of water. Their was nothing in the fridge, because her family never used this place very often. But she had a feeling that it would be getting some use now that Vegeta was here. She sat the now empty glass in the sink, spying the phone on the way. She was itching to tell Chi Chi and Juu about this. She couldn't resist the temptation any longer and grabbed the phone, dialing Chi Chi's number. "Chi Chi? Yeah it's me, Bulma. You'll never guess what I found out. Hold on, I wanna tell Juu too." She pressed a few numbers for the three way chat, and then dialed Juuachigou's number. "Juu! Hi! It's Bulma and Chi Chi! I got some real good shit to tell you guys! Yeah it's about him! You both know where the holiday house is in the woods? Yeah?! Well I'm there at the minute. You guys get here as quick as you can! It's so cool! Yup! Okay! Bye Juu! Bye Chi!" She squealed and hung up the phone. Bulma bounced around on the spot for a bit, before trying to calm down and sit patiently in the living room.

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The two girls stared in open mouthed shock as Bulma told them the whole story about Vegeta being the Reaper, them sleeping together, how he was gunna kill her, how she helped him get the Witchblade back, and all the other little details in between. "So……Let me get this straight……You have a psychopathic serial killer sleeping in your room upstairs??" Chi Chi asked again, just to make sure. "Yup! And I'm damn well proud of it too!" She laughed joyously. The other girls laughed as well until they saw him standing at the top of the stairs watching them. Bulma kept laughing for a moment until she saw the others staring behind her. "Heh! He's behind me isn't he?!" She giggled. They both nodded at the same time with scared faces.

She turned around. "Hey Vegeta. Come here." She waved him down. He didn't look too happy. "How come you didn't wait until I was up to tell them?" He asked when he was down next to her. "Cos I didn't know how long it'd take for you to wake up. And besides! I was right next to the phone! I just had to tell them!" She pouted. Vegeta just glared at her as he sat down in the armchair furtherest away from them.

"So. Will you show them the blades?" She asked cutely. Vegeta growled, but tensed his body and the full body of armour and blades appeared on him. "Whoa!" The girls yelled and stared at him. "That is so cool. You aren't gunna kill us are you?" Chi Chi cautiously questioned. "As long as you don't annoy me too much." His voice sounded robotic and muffled from the armour. The girls watched as the silvery blue armour rippled in it's liquid steel-like form and disappear along with the blades into his armbands under his shirt. Chi Chi and Juu gulped. They way this guy was looking at them didn't really help calm them down.

"Oh yeah! I forgot to give this back to you!" Bulma pulled Vegeta's ring out of her pocket and threw it over to him. He caught it in one hand and looked at it to make sure it was okay, then slipped it on the middle finger of his right hand. It glowed a bright, neon green, flashing three times, signaling that he was the rightful weilder of the two blades, before going back to its silver colour.

Chi Chi's mobile phone rang suddenly. She picked it up and answered it. It was Goku. "Bulma. I'm really sorry, but me and Juu have to go. We have dates with Goku and Krillin. I hope you don't mind." "Nah. It's okay. I'll see you guys later?" "Yeah sure." Juu answered. They got up and went to the door, Chi Chi giving Bulma a hug, and Juu giving a small smile. They waved goodbye and left the house, getting into their aircar and flying away.

Vegeta pulled Bulma back into the house, and then pushed her against the wall, kissing her neck. "So Vegeta……Mmmmm……Are you gunna kill anymore……Nnnggghhh …….people besides Maron?" She asked between moans. "Of course. That's why I escaped isn't it?" He replied huskily after nipping her earlobe. "Yeah……I guess……" He put his hot lips back down on the base of her neck sucking it hungrily. Bulma groaned. It felt really good. Vegeta pulled his head away and had a look at where he'd been sucking. Yes. It worked. Bulma had a love bite on her neck now. It wouldn't come off for a while either. His evil little chuckle drew her attention, and she saw him looking at her neck. Bulma pushed him away and went to the nearest mirror. "Damn you Vegeta! You little bugger! How am I going to explain that to my parents? They don't want me dating, let alone sleeping with a dangerous fugitive!" "Awww. I'm hurt! I'm not that bad! Well……At least not to you……But I could be……" He got an evil/naughty grin on his face, and moved quickly over to her, picking her up and throwing her down roughly on the couch.

He jumped on top of her, earning a squeak of surprise from the blue haired woman. He pulled down the neck of her shirt so he would have better access to her shoulder. He started nibbling the skin there gently at first, then he went a bit harder. Bulma ran her hands up and down his back as he kissed her, halfway between massaging him and digging her fingernails into his back. He purred at her minstrations, and kissed her full on the mouth. They were in that position for some time before there was a sharp knock on the door. Vegeta jumped and Bulma sat up quickly, making him fall onto the floor with a small thump. He scrambled to his feet. Bulma straightened her clothes and went over to the door, peeking through the peephole. She turned around as fast as she could after seeing who it was. "Shit! Vegeta! Hide! It's the cops!" She whispered as loud as she could through clenched teeth.

Fuck! How could they know he was here? Maybe it was just a house call. Vegeta hurried over to the broom closet and hid in there. Bulma took a few deep breaths before opening the door with a friendly smile. "Hello. How can I help you?" She asked feining happiness and calmness, when on the inside she was a nervous wreck. "Sorry to bother you Ma'am, but we are looking for this man." He held up a photo of Vegeta. It was quite a good one actually. It wasn't one of those ones that they took when you go into jail and you had to hold up the sign; it was one of him in his prison uniform, a white muscle shirt and a dog ID tag under his open orange jumpsuit, and black boots, smirking at the camera in his badboy way as he had a break from the hard labour he was doing at the Scarlet Lake prison.

"Cute, but no, I haven't seen him." Bulma replied. "Oh. Well then you won't mind if we had a look around then? It's just a standard safety precaution. Vegeta's a very dangerous man. Hides in women's houses and when the police come he forces to tell them he isn't there, and we find out the next day that he was, so yeah." The officer behind him nodded in agreement. "Well. Um……I'd rather you didn't." Bulma was showing the signs of nervousness now. "Sorry Ma'am. I know you are a good law abiding citizen, especially since you work with Capsule Corp and all, but I really need to look around. We gotta catch this guy before he kills someone." "Well……Alright……I suppose……" 'Oh please don't look in the broom cupboard.' She crossed her fingers. The two officers looked around the house, in cupboards and under beds, and all places he might have been able to hide. They didn't find anything. When they came back to the front door, they thanked Bulma for her time, when the younger officer remembered that they didn't check the broom cupboard.

Bulma stepped in front of the senior officer. "No! There's nothing in there. You don't need to check. Why don't you just go and take it easy?! Go have some donuts or whatever you boys do on your breaks!" Her voice was frantic. The officers looked at each other and nodded, pulling out their pistols from their holsters. They raised them and pointing them towards the door, and making hand signals to each other, made their way slowly over to the door. The more experienced senior officer was the one who was going to open it, while the younger one was going to provide cover fire if the need arose. All Bulma could do was bite her fingernails nervously.

The senior officer grabbed the door handle, and on the silent count of three, he ripped open the door, pointing the gun in. There was no one there. He breathed a sigh of relief, and holstered his gun, the other officer doing the same, and he turned around, still in the door of the closet. "He's not in here." A metallic blue figure unfolded himself behind him, having been hanging from the rails on the roof of the closet. He dropped to the floor silently and let go of the rail. The horrified face of his partner drew his attention. "Oh shit……" He turned around, opening his mouth at the man in armour before him. Vegeta pushed him out into the larger room, the policeman not being able to make a sound or move in the intensity of his cold, obsidian glare through the helmet.

He raised up his arm, the blade not yet out, but his hand in a fist. He grabbed a fistful of the frozen officers shirt with the arm the Iceblade occupied. "Do you have a family?" His voice rang out through the room, sounding metallic from the metal covering his face. The Lieutenant nodded dumbly. "Hn. Too bad. I have no remorse. The Reaper is a being of no mercy. I will make sure your family suffers the same fate as you. Painful torture at the hands of the Reaper. Sounds fun. I will get great enjoyment out of slautering your family. These are the last words you will ever hear before you meet your doom……"

"Immeasurable strength, as I thrust my blade,
Another mortal has just been slayed.
Encased in blue metal; it winds round like a creeper,

I, little weakling, am your killer:
The Reaper."

With that said and done, the knife thrust out from the sadistic killer's wrist on the arm that the Witchblade occupied. He slammed the blade down into the mans mouth, and coming out just below the base of his skull. His whole body twitched and convulsed as Vegeta held him in place, pushing the blade in hard. Blood leaked from around the blade, coming from the man's mouth. It also spurted from the new hole in the back of his head. Soon he stopped twitching, as his body hung in Vegeta's grasp, his blank, lifeless eyes open and unblinking, fixed on the face of his killer in a terrified expression. Vegeta retracted his blade and let the body slump to the floor, turning towards the other man. "You're next boy!" His harsh voice sending chills through the officers body. Bulma watched in awe as he did all these things.

Vegeta used his increased speed to dash over to him, and grabbed him by the collar, preparing to give him the same fate as his partner. "Wait! I c-can help you! I c-can g-g-get your friend out of S-Scarlet Lake! Will! I can g-get him out!" Vegeta had a look of shock in his eyes, but it was soon replaced by a glare. "Yeah right! You're only saying that so you won't be killed!" "No! It's the truth! I swear! I've followed all the articles and reports about you! I've always wanted to meet you in person! Honest! You're kinda like an idol to me. I just never told anyone because they'd lock me up cos anyone would have to be insane to actually have an interest in you like that!" "Hey! I resent that!" Bulma butted in.

Vegeta silenced her with his hand. "How do you plan to get Will out?" He questioned, loosening his grip a bit. "W-Well, I've heard that for less dangerous criminals, like ones that are kinda shy and not too right in the head like William, no offence of course, but if they get a recommendation from an outside officer at or past the rank of Sergeant then they can be put on probation and stuff like that." He blurted out.

(*Wakes up from unconciousness and readers groan* I just wanted to say that I seriously doubt that this really happens. I have no friggin' idea of what goes on in prison, I'm just making this up as I go.)

"Look. If you are bullshitting me, then I promise that I'll make your death as painful as I can." "No! I swear I'm telling the truth!" He squeaked. Vegeta looked over at Bulma to see what she thought he should do. She nodded. "I think you should go for it. If this William guy is like this guy says he is, then I don't think it would be too much trouble. In fact, they might be able to help us." Bulma reasoned. Vegeta nodded. "Alright. But you only have one chance. If you screw up, then you're as good as dead. Got it?!" He growled menacingly. The sergeant nodded and let out a sigh of relief when he was dropped. Vegeta stormed over to the other officers body. "Hmmm……I guess I'd better make him a real Reaper victim then." He chuckled evily. "I'll be back later. Give me about an hour and a half. If I'm not back by then you should probably expect trouble." He told them. "And if you lay one finger on her other than if your helping her with something, consider yourself another victim." He glared at the younger man through the helmet. He gulped nervously. 'What have I gotten myself into?' He thought to himself.

"You'll need to clean this blood up too." Vegeta ordered before wrapping the dead body up in a sheet from the linen closet and slinging it over his shoulder. He walked out the door, closing it behind him, and threw the body into the trunk of the officers' police car. He jumped in the drivers side, and started the ignition, sending up dust as he sped away.

"So……" Bulma sat down in a seat next to the sergeant. "What's your name?" The man was still in a bit of shock, but he eventually replied. "Uhh……Sergeant Michael Pierce…" "Well, it's nice to meet you. You want some water? You look a bit pale." Michael nodded. "Yes please." Bulma got up and got them a glass of water each. She was a bit shocked at the brutality that Vegeta had shown while killing that man. He was true to his name. Reaping victims of the two things they treasured most, life and freedom. He was a man with a cold and icy heart. You could clearly see the amusement in his eyes as he watched the Lieutenant's body finally stop twitching. They both sipped on the water, as the man took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Where's the bathroom? I think I'm gunna be sick." Michael asked and then gagged. "Down the hall, second door to the left." She pointed. He ran in that direction quickly. Bulma got up and splashed her face with water from the sink. Was this what she would have to learn how to do?

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Vegeta found the perfect alley to display his handywork. He laid the body down on the cold concrete, opening the bloodstained sheet. "Hmmm……Hmmmm……What to do? What to do? So much work in so little time……My specialty." He grinned sadistically. He picked up the body, now he was only wearing the body of the armour, and not the headpiece. Vegeta set the body down a few metres away from the bloodied sheet, and propped it up against a wall. "Oooh! How convienient!" He grabbed some rusty hooks from a nearby crate, and slammed them into the wall. He picked up the body again, and speared it on the sharp meat hooks embedded in the wall. It pierced through the skin in his shoulders, and was rammed up under the shoulder blades, hanging him on the wall.

Vegeta went back over to the crate and chose another hook, that was slightly smaller in size. He tilted the Lieutenant's head forward, jamming the hook into the wall, and inserting the sharpest end into the hole in the base of his skull that he made with the Witchblade. This made it easier for him to get easy access to his neck. He grabbed two large nails, pulling them out of the crate, and stabbed them through his arms, and pinning them out like Jesus when he was crucified. "Now……What next?" He looked around for something else that was fun to play with. By now, the hooks were soaked in blood, and the ground was slowly beginning to be coated in the dark crimson substance. Blood oozed out of the dead man's mouth, covering his chin and running down his neck to stain his shirt, his eyes still open.

He couldn't find anything else. "Too bad. I guess the Reaper won't be having as much fun today." He told himself. "All I know is that the forensic squad will have a hell of a mess to clean up!" The blade's of both the Witchblade and the Iceblade sprung out, both in their knife form. He advanced toward the splayed out and suspened body, with a psychotic grin on his face.

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Back at the holiday house in the woods, Bulma and the sergeant were wondering where Vegeta was. An hour and a half was nearly up. What in the hell could he be doing that took this long? The two curled up in their respective seats and watched the television.

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Vegeta grabbed a fistfull of the navy blue shirt that was soaked in blood, and ripped it right off the body, exposing the flesh. He ran his armoured fingers down the length of the blade on his right arm, marveling in it's razor sharpness and at it's expert craftsmanship. He reached forward and pinched the skin on the lieutenant's chest, pulling it out far enough so he could get a good grip on the flap of skin. He raised up the Witchblade and pierced the tip of the blade through the skin, slicing it down like he was skinning a rabbit. Once down to the abdomen, and having nothng to hold it in anymore, his innards; intestines, stomach, bladder and all just flopped out, some of it still attached to the body, but most of it on the ground. It had landed with a sickening, plopping, liquidy sound. Vegeta nearly cracked up laughing. He loved it when that happened.

He was careful not to step in the fallen innards as he peeled away the skin and dead muscle from the ribcage, making the occasional cut with the blade when it got stuck to the bones. When it was all peeled away, opening like doors to his empty chest cavity, Vegeta retracted the blades, and dug the clawed, metal fingers of the Witchblade and Iceblade in between the ribs, and snapped them, by pulling them out, so instead of them wrapping around his body, they spiked out like the sharp white teeth of some kind of monster. Vegeta delighted in the crunching and wet ripping sound they made as he broke them with so little force. He took in the coppery smell of all the blood. He liked it. It was as if he had an addiction to the smell of the viscous crimson liquid. One he had snapped all of them, he picked two out, and ripped them completely out, so they lay in the palm of his hand. For a second there he contemplated washing them of the blood, but decided that it wasn't his thing, and that it would make him look more uncaring. He shrugged it off, and passing the bones to the other hand, he stabbed the Witchblade's knife through the cheeks, creating a big hole in either side. Now that this was done, he got the bones and pushed them through either hole, creating a cross in the middle of the mans open mouth.

"Skull and crossbones? Totally me." In ways, Vegeta considered himself to be like an image consultant to the dead and about to be dead. Vegeta grabbed another nail and carefully carved a little skull in each of the unseeing eyes. He dropped the sharp nail and used the Iceblade to cut away the skin on the face, much like he did with the chest, but being more careful, so as not to damage it. After he was done, all that remained of the head was the bloodied skull. After he retracted the Witchblade, Vegeta brought back his fist, and with incredible force he slammed his fist into the skull, making it crack under the pressure. When he took his hand away, there was an imprint of his skull ring on the bone, that was surrounded with spiderweb cracks. Vegeta then got an idea. He used the Iceblade to pry out the eyeballs, careful not to damage them because of the picture on them. He severed the optical cord, and poked the remaining bit back into the now empty eye sockets. He placed one eye in each hand and closed the fists around them. Rigomortis would ensure they would stay in that position until the forensic squad or coroners would pry them open. When he stepped back to admire his handywork, he nearly stepped in the entrails. "Fuck. Forgot about them." He picked up all the compact organs such as the liver and the stomach and deposited them into a pile, leaving the intestines. He set up the hooks and nails around the alley, as high as he could reach, and spearing one end of the small intestine on the first meat hook, he wove the entrails around each of them, decorating the place as if they were tinsel, and it was christmas time. He went back to the body and looked up at his throat. "Hmmm. Ah yes!" He felt around on the front of the neck for a bit until he found the sides of the trachea. He used the blade to cut down each side of it, and severing the top part of it so he could dig his fingers into it and rip it out. When he was done it looked like the neck of a plucked and headless chicken.

When he had finished he had a mutilated Jesus and intestinal tinsel. He loved it. One by one, he picked up the other organs and threw them at the walls, creating big splats of blood and stomach acid, and various rank smells from each of the places he threw them. "Hmmm……Maybe I should take up paintball as a hobby. I'd be really good at it." He pondered. "Nah. This is the life for me!" Vegeta sometimes talked to himself. It helped to get rid of the little voices in his head that told him to kill. Or it at least distracted them for a while so he could do his own thing while they thought about what he said. Sometimes he welcomed them, but other times it could be a hassle, especially if they start yelling "KILL KILL KILL!!!" to him in a crowd of people. When he had finished he gathered up the sheet, and was about to leave when he remembered something. He walked back over to the body and took the gun, the badge, the police radio and the wallet. He took out the ID card and looked at it. Lieutenant Scott Wilde was his name. Oh well. Like it mattered. He threw the card into the empty body and pocketed the wallet after finding out that there was $300 dollars in there. That could come in handy. He went out of the alley and got in the cop car, making sure no one had saw him, and drove to Kenneth Irons place, after checking his watch. 'Half an hour left, not much time.'

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Vegeta pulled up at the front gate, barging past the guard and storming into the house. "IRONS!"He yelled. "Now Now! No need to yell. I'm right here." He said from behind him. Vegeta spun around. "Look. I don't have much time. I need-……" Kenneth silenced him. "I have it all right here." He clicked his fingers and a man came around the corner with a bag of supplies. Food, weapons, and all the essentials. "Good. How much do I owe you?" "Nothing. You have the Iceblade now. And you have pleased me by showing me how strong you are by weilding both blades, a feat no one has accomplished. That is all I ever require from you. It has repaid all your debts, and has paid for all of them in the future. I hope you don't get caught. Good luck Reaper." He promptly turned away and left the room. 'Damn that guy is weird. Must have been into my brother's bong.' He shrugged. The shrill voice of Kenneth rang through out the house. "I NEVER TOUCHED YOUR BROTHER'S BONG!…………It was the powder that made me do it……" Vegeta's left eye twitched as he left.

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There was a screech of tires on a dirt road and a big cloud of dust as Vegeta pulled up at the house in the cop car. Bulma ran to the window. "Yes! He's back!" She then looked at her watch. The second hand reached the 12 and the hour and a half was up. "Damn. He's precise……What the……??" Bulma looked closely at him. He was covered in blood. She saw him take the sheet out of the trunk of the car and a few other things. He threw the sheet on the ground and with the Witchblade, he raised his arm up at it, swirls of fire curling up around the arm of the blade, and a blast shot out of his open palm, incinerating the bloody material. He walked towards the door, giving Bulma a smirk on the way. Bulma shivered and move away from the window, and watched as the door opened. In Vegeta stepped, his hands dripping wet with blood, and clothes stained with it. "Oh shit. What did you do to him?" The sergeant asked, disgusted at the amount of blood and the coppery smell coming off him. "Oh not much. Just a little mutilation. Nothing too big." He told them while setting down the other items on the table. "What do you mean by that?" Michael's voice was shaking. "Well. I hung him up on meat hooks, and drove nails into his wrists so that he was splayed out looking like Jesus, then I slit him open, watched his guts fall out, snapped all his ribs, broke off two and shoved them through his cheeks, cut off his face, cracked his skull while making the skull imprint on him, ripped out his trachea, threw his organs at the walls and made them explode, and used his intestines as decorations and strung them up around the alley." He answered calmly while counting on his fingers to make sure he got all the important parts.

"Oh god……" Michael ran to the bathroom to be sick again while Bulma paled and went to get another glass of water before sitting down again. "That's disgusting……How do you manage to do all that?" She whispered, her stomach heaving. "Simple. Just like I said I did. It doesn't take much to kill someone. I get a lot of fun out of it actually." He told her while examining the blood that was starting to dry on his clothes. "Hmmm……I'm going to take a shower. Where's the bathroom?" "Well Michael's using the downstairs one, so you'll have to go to the one upstairs. Just follow the hallway right, and at the end there's the door that has the bathroom sign on it." Bulma was slowly getting over the shock and disgust. Vegeta nodded and followed her directions.

He turned on the shower so it was as hot as he could stand, and stripped of all his dirty clothes. He threw them on the tiled floor so as not to get anything else stained. The steam rose from the shower, making the room hot, damp and misty. He stepped under the spray, the water turning red from all the blood. It pooled at his feet and ran down the drain. He tilted his head forward and let the spray hit the back of his neck and run down his finely toned body, making his tanned muscles glisten. He ran his hand over his chest and abs, lingering on the scar from the bullet wound, as he washed off the blood that didn't come off straight away. He rubbed his face while tilting his head back into the spray, then washed his arms. He grabbed the shampoo off the shelf and squirted a big blob into his hands, and rubbed it into his thick mane of ebony hair. The foam turned a pink colour as it mixed with the blood that had gotten into his hair. After he had finished, he rinsed the foam out and stood under the spray thinking for a while about what would happed next. He killed a cop. That would get him quite a few more years in jail. Probably life. Or more likely; death. He would get the death sentence if they caught him. That was the rules at Scarlet Lake prison. Oh well. Nobody would care if he died or not. Well, maybe William and Bulma would a little bit. But everyone else hated him.

He really had no reason to live. But he would continue to live. He had the ultimate weapons now. The Witchblade could freeze a persons age. He had actually been born in the year 1888. It was now the year 2003. He had been around for about a hundred and fifteen years without anyone suspecting him of doing anything. He first came into contact with the blade when he was 17. At first, the power was too great for him to handle, but he gradually learned to control it over the years after doing some serious research.

Vegeta turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist, and using another to dry himself and his hair off with. He let both towels drop and noticed that Bulma must have been here, as his orange jumpsuit, white tank top, black boots, a pair of boxers and his ID tag from jail were folded neatly on the bench. He smirked and wondered how she got them. Maybe they were in the bag that Irons gave him. Well she did say that he looked cute in the picture, this was the exact same thing he was wearing in it. He put on the clothes and the tag, not bothering to pull the arms of the jumpsuit over his shoulders, just leaving it bunched up at his waist like he always did when he got hot working or whatever.

He went downstairs to meet Bulma who was listening to the police radio. "Oh hey Vegeta. I see you've found the clothes. They were in the bag. It had a note from Kenneth that said you should wear this if you going to kill people, because it's eaiser to wash out blood from this because of the type of fabric, and you won't have to burn anything." Vegeta nodded. He went over to her and grabbed the gun, sliding out the magazine to check how much ammo was in it. A full clip. Good. He clicked it back in place and put it back on the table. "We're going to have to get rid of the police car. It's too noticeable." He stated. "Yeah. Ummm……Oh yeah. Michael left to go see about getting this William dude out of prison." Bulma told him. Vegeta only nodded again as he rooted through the bag to see what else was in there. Ammo, 4 different pistols and two small machine guns, food and a small suitcase at the bottom. He lifted it out and sat it down next to the bag. "What's in there?" Bulma asked. He shrugged and opened it. It was full of $100 bills. "Damn. There has to be at least $500,000 in there!" Vegeta exclaimed. "Cool. But what will we need it for?" "More of that." Vegeta pointed to the other items in the bag. "Okay." Bulma picked up one of the pistols and examined it. "Wow. This is a good gun." She put it back down. "Yeah. He has the best equipment. He has a hobby of collecting weapons. He's got them from all different timelines. That's how I got the Witchblade." "How old were you when you first got the Witchblade?" "17." "How old are you now?" "115." Bulma blinked. "How can you be 115? You look about 29!" "The Witchblade has the power to freeze the weilder's blood, therefore freezing their age. I was born in 1888." "Well wouldn't you have been frozen or whatever at age 17?" "No. I didn't have full control over it. I didn't understand it's capabilities. But when I did finally learn I was about 29 as you say. It has been so long I can barely remember myself."

"Oh. When did you first kill someone?" Bulma sat down on the couch. "In 1920. I was about 32. And anyway. What's with the third degree? Planning to be a cop?" He chuckled as he checked each of the guns for ammo. "No. I just wanted to know more about you." She gazed at him from the couch. Vegeta gave her a quick glance before setting the pistol down and moving over to sit next to her. He rested his head on the back of the couch and stared at the roof for a bit, before turning his head and looking at her. Bulma placed her right hand on his chest and leaned over to kiss him softly. She ran her hand up to his neck and kept kissing him. She then noticed how tense he was, and pulled away. She straddled his legs and placed both hands on his shoulders. "You need to relax more. I'm gunna give you a massage." Bulma pulled him forward so his head was up against her chest, and she began to knead the corded muscles in his neck. It was a hard job because he was so tense. Vegeta closed his eyes and pushed his face against her warm body, purring. He moved his head up and gently nibbled on the skin on her neck. Bulma liked the feel of his hot breath against her skin, and she shivered, goosebumps forming on her arms. "Hmmmm. Cold?" Bulma playfully nodded. "Yeah. Just a bit." She pouted. Vegeta put his hands under her arms and lifted her off him, carrying her upstairs. He put her under the covers after taking off their shoes, and got in after her. He lay on top of her, between her legs, and Bulma pulled the covers up around them, while Vegeta nibbled on the skin under her ear.

"Warmer yet?" His muffled voice asked. "Nope." Bulma giggled back. He reached his hand up and began caressing her breast through her shirt. He undid the buttons with the other hand, and pulled it open, so he could have better access. His hot mouth latched onto one nipple and he suckled at it like a baby. "Mmmmmmmm……Vegeta……" Bulma grabbed the back of his head and held it against her. He wiggled his head out of her grasp and moved to the other nipple, nibbling on it gently. He ran his hand up her thigh and caressed the soft skin under her skirt. Vegeta moved back up her body and kissed her neck, while slowly tugging on her underwear, pulling it down, bit by bit. "Uhhhh……Stop teasing!" She groaned annoyed at his actions. All she got was a chuckle in return. He pulled off her panties, leaving her in just the skirt, and her top still open. Vegeta licked his lips naughtily. He let go of her and got out of bed, so he could get out of the jumpsuit. Now he was only in his black silk boxers and muscle shirt. His id tag hanging over the top. It reminded Bulma of one of those war movies how the soldiers slept in that attire. She reached her hands out for him. The predatory look he was giving off made Bulma want to jump on him, yet stay away from him, because his gaze seemed to burn right through her, scaring her. She moaned, wanting him to touch her again, the warm feelings he had created were slowly disappearing without his skilled carresses, but would not completely go away, because he was standing there watching her with his obsidian eyes. He took a step, but not towards her. He started pacing back and forth at the end of the bed, staring at her the whole time, making her shrink back into the mattress, under his watchful eye.

His eyes were unblinking, he seemed to stare down at her like a hawk. Bulma could hear his breathing deepen, along with her pounding heart. It looked as if he was getting great excitement out of this, she could tell from the bulge in his boxers. She noted that he seemed to thrive on fear, and that it obviously turned him on. Vegeta's nostril's flared; he could smell her arousal, mixed with the lingering scent of disquietude and anxiety. He lived for this smell, as well as the smell of fresh blood. He stopped suddenly, and completely faced her, no expression present on his face. This scared Bulma even more. He growled, his face contorting into something that looked like a cross between rage and a primal lust. He snarled and quickly lept onto her, pinning her to the mattress. Vegeta ripped her remaining clothes off her, carelessly discarding them on the floor. The pressure he was putting on her body was almost unbearable, it hurt so much. Bulma let out a cry of pain; he didn't seem to be stopping……

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Well, I think that's as good a place as any to leave it……don't you?? MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm so evil. ^_^ I know what's gunna happen and you don't!! Naaa na na naaaa na!!! *pokes tounge out* MUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *rolls on the floor and cackles to self*

Mushi_Azn: *returns with a meatball sub* ……O.o"……………………*mouth drops open and food falls out*……………What the……???

Natsumi-Chan: *looks up from computer*…………Don't ask……………*shakes head in pity*

Mushi_Azn: *goes over to Natsumi and looks at the computer screen*…………WHOA!! SHOVE OVER!! *pushes Natsumi off chair* THAT'S MY B/V HENTAI YOU'RE LOOKING AT!! *scowls*

Natsumi-Chan: ………*sniffs*………

Me: *stops rolling on floor and wonders what in the hell just happened*…………………o.o………………