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In The Arms Of a Killer

CHAPTER 8

Somebody tell me the answers! I can't take it! It's eating me alive! I need to know!

Maybe I should turn myself in. Then no-one would get hurt.

Seeing her in pain would break me.

I need to get rid of her.

Yes.

Rid my mind. Rid my soul. She will be no more.

~*End Vegeta's POV*~

Bulma spent the next few days at the holiday house. She told her parents she needed some alone time, but didn't tell them where she was going. She hoped with all her might Vegeta would return. Maybe he had just forgotten about her, or decided that he didn't need her. These thoughts left her mind in turmoil. They never allowed her rest, and she had not been eating properly. She was starting to sink into a state of depression. Bulma wondered if Vegeta would come and save her from it; she couldn't do it herself. 'Then again this is Vegeta I'm talking about. Why would he save anyone?'

Bulma heard the sound of a door being slammed downstairs. She jumped up and slowly went over to the door. 'Oh god I hope it's not a robber……Wait, I'm hanging around with a serial killer……Oh well.' She slowly opened the bedroom door and went to the top of the stairs. She could feel her heart in her throat. Bulma decided to bluff. "I have a baseball bat! And I'm not afraid to use it!" Her fear made her forget that she also had a dangerous weapon attached to her right arm.

She looked around but couldn't see anyone. Maybe it was her imagination. She slowly and quietly made her way down the stairs, cautiously darting her eyes around to look for any intruder. They came to rest on the front door; it was shattered and only just hanging onto its hinges; someone had definitely broken in. Bulma's heart began to thump louder. Where was the person? There was the sound of heavy footsteps clumping on the wooden flooring behind her. She turned around and saw who it was that had broken in.

"Vegeta?!" Vegeta's face was contorted into an expression of unsurmountable hate and evil. He snarled loudly. Bulma wondered what in the hell was going on. "V-Vegeta? What's wrong?" She asked, almost ready to turn her tail and run. "YOU! YOU ARE WHAT'S WRONG! YOU POISON MY MIND WITH YOUR CARING! STAY AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU! …………You will die……By my hand." Those last few words were the most terrifying thing Bulma had heard in her entire life. Next to the fact Vegeta had unsheathed his blade and was advancing toward her. He raised the blade up and took a wild swing at her; she did a backflip out of the way. 'Thank god for those gymnastics lessons.'

Vegeta let out an angry yell as he chased Bulma outside. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" He was getting closer and the blade was at its full length, so it made him have to run with his arm held out to the side a bit, so it didn't hit his leg or the ground with it. Bulma risked it and took a look over her shoulder. Tears streamed down her face; why was he doing this?

"Vegeta! Stop it! What the fuck is your problem?! I didn't do anything!" She called out and ran into the woods with Vegeta hot on her tail. Now she knew how his victims must have felt; she was soon to become one.

A few minutes later, she was getting very tired, and Vegeta showed no signs of backing off. 'If this is how it is, then I might as well accept my fate. Killed by the man I thought I could trust. I thought I could change him. I thought I could show him love. But I was all a big lie. He was planning on killing me all along.'

Bulma slowed down to a halt and turned around to face him. Vegeta stopped in front of her and raised the blade up again. "Finally. You accept you fate." He growled. Bulma sniffed. "I tried to get you to love me back. I guess it was a waste of time. You are too much of a bastard to ever think of anyone but yourself." Bulma pulled the paper out of her pocket. "I suppose this was to fool me huh? To make me think you cared. Just like you did with all your victims. I'm just another sucker who blindly followed you, thinking I could actually find the key to your heart. Well now I don't think you have one." She threw the paper down on the ground.

Vegeta's face almost showed sorrow, but it quickly went back to hate. He brang the blade down on her head. Bulma raised her arms up sheilding herself from the inevitable, and closed her eyes, waiting for the skull shattering blow. All she heard was a loud clanging sound. She was still alive?

Bulma looked up. It was the Iceblade. It had come out just when she needed it. "Fuck! I should have never let you spill your blood. Now it's powers will never leave you in a battle situation. I guess we'll have to fight it out. I hope you remember what I taught you." Bulma concentrated and her own blade popped out.

They swung their blades at each other; the loud sounds of metal against metal could be heard, and small sparks flew from the blades when they connected. The battle raged on for quite some time, the loud sounds ringing throughout the forest, scaring the birds away.

In a surprising turn of events, Bulma knocked Vegeta down to his knees after a particularly heavy blow. She quickly raised the blade up to his throat; the tears still running down her cheeks. "Go on. Do it. Kill me. Get the reward money. I dare you." He taunted, not afraid at all. His face was calm, yet amused and excited at the same time. But his eyes didn't reflect this. They reflected the hate that he told Bulma she was the cause of. She didn't know why. She had done nothing but be nice to him and help protect him. Vegeta had retracted the blade into its armband form a while ago.

(A/N: To clear up any confusion: Vegeta can still go into the armoured Reaper thing, and his blade is still up to his shoulder because he still has the helmet. Bulma didn't need the helmet because she was already very strong willed and has an inner peace in her body that Vegeta has not. She also has armour, but she doesn't know it yet.)

"I'm not going to kill you Vegeta. I don't have the heart. I just want to know a few things, and I want you to explain them to me clearly." Vegeta just sneered. "Fine. Ask away bitch." Bulma glared at him and made her blade slide back into the glove, and she smacked him across the face with the back of her armoured fist. "Oooh! Feisty." "Shut up." Bulma sniffed and wiped her eyes. A big red mark was beginning to form on Vegeta's right cheek.

"Why are you trying to kill me? What did I do to make you hate me?" Bulma questioned. "You are poisoning my mind with your caring. No-one cares for me. Which means you lie. And I hate being lied to." "Poisoning your mind? How?" "You make me think things that I don't need to! My mind is already full enough without these thoughts of having to protect you and make you safe! It makes my head hurt! And I can't take it! I shouldn't be thinking these things! It's not in my nature……These emotions I have never felt before confuse me. And things I don't understand can hurt me." The last few sentences faded out to a mumble that Bulma was still able to understand. His voice sounded sadder, and he sat on his knees, with his head down.

Bulma suddenly felt a wave of sympathy roll over her for this man in front of her. "Vegeta." She said in a soft voice to get his attention. "Look, I know you are confused, but killing me won't give you the answers. If anything, it'll make it worse. If you didn't know why you were feeling this way, or what that feeling was, then you should have talked to me about it. Killing isn't the only way to solve problems."

Bulma took a few steps closer. Vegeta had a fist held either side of his head and was pressing them tightly against it, rocking back and foth, trying to block something out.

"Lies……Lies……You lie to me onna……Stop lying to me……" He softly growled, almost more to himself than her. Bulma took a daring risk and kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his head in her hands, making him look her in the eye. "Oh Vegeta." She whispered. "I don't know why you act like this. You don't have to act so tough around me. Emotions aren't a bad thing. They help to relive your stress. Crying makes you feel better; it releases those pent up emotions inside. I bet you have never cried at all have you?" Vegeta shook his head and closed his eyes, still trying to make his head face the leaf-covered ground.

Bulma kissed him softly on the lips. "What made you decide you had to kill me?" Vegeta pointed to his head. "Sometimes……Sometimes I hear voices. They tell me things. I usually go with the bad one because it's more powerful, but when I was with you, it just seemed to disappear, and the nice one came out. It told me that being with you was a good thing. But when I left you the bad one came back. It kept screaming at me that you were just going to drag me down, keep me from achieving my goals, and that you would try to hurt me. It wouldn't shut up, so I had to listen to it. They are driving me crazy with their arguing." He replied in a wavering voice.

Bulma almost smiled in sympathy. "You just need to rest. You look awful, like you haven't slept for days." "I haven't. They keep me awake. Make them go away." He whispered back, his voice starting to squeak. Bulma pulled him into her chest, letting him bury his head there. "It's okay Vegeta. They'll go away in time. I'll make sure of it. Now let's go inside and see if you can get to sleep." Bulma dragged him to his feet, and he trudged sadly behind her into the house. 'Well I'm glad tbat's over. Let's just hope he doesn't try it again.' Bulma could feel her hands shaking due to the adrenalin rush she had just received.

Bulma's racing heart finally came back to its normal rate when she got Vegeta into a bed. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, and Bulma sat next to him, gently running her hands over his face and whispering things to him to get him to relax. When it did, he drifted off to sleep, and Bulma crept silently from the room, careful not to wake him.

When she was down in the loungeroom, she sat on the couch and sighed loudly, resting her head in her hands. She had had a close shave with death, and it had left her utterly exhausted. She was starting to have second thoughts about not resting with him. The stairs looked a lot bigger now.

Bulma lay down on the soft-cushioned seat and lay her head on a small pillow. It wasn't long before she was asleep too.

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Bulma snuggled up to the strange warmth that was radiating from behind her. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around it, smiling in her sleep. To her happiness, the warmth enveloped her in its pleasant heat. But when it started breathing in her ear, she pulled her head away and opened her eyes. The warmth was coming from Vegeta's body. She looked at her surroundings; she was in the room that she had let Vegeta sleep in. How did she get up here? Last thing she remembered she fell asleep on the couch. Now unless she had sleep-walked, then the only other thing that could have happened was that Vegeta brought her up here.

Bulma wondered why. Vegeta unconsiously tightened his grip around her body and snuggled closer to her. Bulma thought it was cute; he looked so peaceful and she didn't want to wake him. She let her lips rest on his warm forehead and gently rubbed his back. Vegeta started to purr, and Bulma nearly cracked up laughing for no apparent reason; she had heard him purr before and it wasn't funny then. Maybe it was because she had had a near-death experience. Bulma drew him as close to her body as she could, and nearly laughed again when Vegeta's vibrating throat tickled her neck. This time she couldn't hold back and started laughing loudly, causing Vegeta to bolt upright and looked around the room frantically. When he saw there was no-one there he looked back at Bulma who was holding her hand over her mouth while giggling.

"You wanna tell me what that was for?" He growled, angry tha his peaceful sleep had been disturbed.

"I'm sorry. It's just that you were purring and it tickled my neck." She gave him the puppy dog eyes.

"Oh. So you're ticklish huh?"

Bulma's eyes widened, and she started shaking her head slowly. "No……No don't you dare……"

Vegeta jumped at her and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, and Bulma hunched her shoulders up, trying to stop him. She squirmed and squealed, but Vegeta wouldn't let go. He used his other arm to pull her into his lap, and he let go of her neck, replacing it with his mouth. Now Bulma didn't mind this at all, so she tilted her head and allowed him more access. He pulled the shoulder and front of her shirt down a bit so he could lean right over and kiss the other side of her body. His hand slipped under her shirt and began tracing a small circle around her navel with his thumb. Bulma moaned and leaned back into his firm embrace.

Suddenly, Bulma pulled his hand away and got off his lap, and turned to face hm, still kneeling on the bed.

"No. I'm not going to let you do this until you appologize for what you did." She ordered. Vegeta's mouth opened and closed, but no words would come out. The look in his eyes was of sorrow, but that was not enough.

"B-Bulma……I can't. I have never been good with words unless it was to make someone frightened of me. So……So please……Let me show you……" He choked out.

Bulma thought about it. "Alright." She whispered, and moved closer to him. "I suppose I can give you that much."

Vegeta bent his head down and placed his lips on hers, kissing her passionately. He pulled her shirt over her head slowly after breaking the kiss, and the rest of both of their clothes soon followed. Vegeta drew the sheets up around their naked forms as he gently lay her down on the mattress, and he eased himself into her, placing a kiss on her forehead as well. He reached under the covers and brought out her left hand, and laid it on the pillow next to her head. He intertwined his fingers with hers as he began slowly rocking back and forth. His face was pressed up against the side of hers, and they both closed their eyes, while Vegeta began whispering in a foreign language in her ear.

Bulma's eyes opened widely and and so did her mouth as she arched her back. The places he was touching her, both inside and out, were no different than any other time, but this time, it felt so much better. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and moaned his name.

It took them several hours to finish, and when they did, Vegeta lay on top of her, just wanting to hold her in his arms.

"Okay Vegeta. I forgive you." Bulma panted.

"Mmmm. Good." He mumbled and buried his face into the pillow next to her head. "You know, I should probably take you on some more kills. You are getting too used to waiting around for me."

"No I'm not."

"Don't argue with me. You're coming whether you like it or not. We've just got to find someone to kill next." Vegeta rolled off her and onto his side so he could look at her. He watched her bare chest rise and fall as she breathed and stared at the roof. When she turned her head to face him, his eyes came back up to hers, and they just stared at each other for a while.

Bulma moved closer and put her right hand on his left cheek, and cuddled up into his side, pushing her face against his and began to nibble on his ear. "I think I'm falling in love with you Vegeta." She whispered.

Vegeta winced. This was probably a bad thing; the police would be able to use her against him. "You can't. It's dangerous."

"Well explain to me why I have stayed with you all this time and not dobbed you in to the cops. I've put up with you dirtying the carpet with blood and who knows what else. So tell me why it is then."

Vegeta shrugged. "I don't know. I don't see why you bother with me anyway. You could just claim the reward money and put a killer behind bars. Do the world a favour."

"You know damn well I couldn't do that." Bulma ran her hand over his chest.

Vegeta lay there and let her do that for a while before he got up, throwing the sheets off him and grabbing his clothes from the floor. He put the jumpsuit on, leaving the top rolled down at his waist. He went back over to the bed and got the Witchblade bracelet from the bedside table and snapped it onto his wrist. He had found out that it was quite uncomfortable to sleep in it lately, because it was itching his wrist, trying to get back with the Iceblade.

Bulma sighed and followed his example; getting dressed. She went downstairs, not waiting for Vegeta, to go and make them some breakfast. Things were starting to get weird between them. It was like he was getting more distant every passing day. She tried to convince herself that it was only because he felt bad abou trying to kill her. She didn't want it to get any worse. Despite him being a serial killer who had never cared for anyone before, she still had an undeniable infatuation with the short, dark and mysterious bad-boy killer in her holiday house. She couldn't describe what she felt for him in words; it was just too hard.

Bulma stood at the fridge getting some things out, as she watched Vegeta come down the stairs and flop on the couch lazily, grabbing a joint and lighting it up, and flicking on the television like it was no big deal. It seemed like he just didn't care anymore. Not about her and not about his life. It was like he was having a quiet mental breakdown. Bulma sighed and started making their food. She hoped he wouldn't just give up.

After they finished breakfast, and Bulma managed to somehow convince Vegeta to help her wash the dishes, they decided to go back to Capsule Corp. Bulma had been getting a bit behind in her work. Her father and her took it in turns running the company. For one half of the year Dr Briefs would do it, and the other half Bulma would. And it was currently Dr Briefs who was doing it. Still, that didn't give Bulma an excuse to fall behind.

Vegeta hid in Bulma's car until they pulled into Capsule Corp's. driveway, where he jumped out and quickly went into the building. He waited at the main foyer for Bulma to get in, and they took a door to the right to go down a hallway and get into the family quarters.

As they were walking down the hallway, Vegeta was looking around suspiciously.

"Somethings not right." He whispered to her and they started walking slower. He looked up to the roof. "That camera wasn't there before was it?" He whispered again.

"No. What the hell is going on?"

Vegeta looked up in time to see a heavily armed shadow-man dash across the end of the hallway.

"Fuck! Come on! I've got to get out of here! I've only got the Witchblade. It can't stand up to a heap of machine guns!" Vegeta turned around and started running as fast as he could down the way they just came. He skidded to a halt though, when three officers who were armed with many different guns, and strong armour stepped out and blocked his path.

"Put your hands in the air Williams! You're going down!" Said one of thm triumphantly.

Bulma suddenly ran up to them. "No! You're wrong! He's not going anywhere!"

Vegeta got an idea. With his hands still up in the air, he unsheathed the Witchblade, while it was at knife length, and grabbed Bulma around the shoulders with his other arm, pressing the blade at her throat, and ducking down a bit so they couldn't shoot his head without the risk of hitting her. Bulma caught on and pretended to panic. Vegeta hid behind her and made her move a bit closer.

"Now. I suggest you drop your weapons boys, and go sit in the corner while I escape."

They slowly did as they were told and held their hands up and went over to the corner. Vegeta started making his way out with Bulma as his hostage.

"NOT SO FAST WILLIAMS! You're not going anywhere! You're surrounded." Said a familiar voice behind him.

The other officers in the corner grabbed new weapons and started moving step by step towards him, which made him press the blade tighter against Bulma's throat, making her cough.

Vegeta looked behind him. It was one of the Superintendants from Scarlet Lake who had gotten great amusement out of taunting him.

"Nice to see you too Nelson." Vegeta gave a little mock salute.

"Cut the crap Williams. What I want to know, is who is this 'Morpho' chick you've been telling us about?"

Vegeta smirked. "I won't tell until you catch me. And even then I might not. So shove it up your hairy arse."

"Oh very funny. I suppose you think that hilarious."

"I do actually. I bet if you shaved off all your arse hairs you could make a decent toupee, not that lame excuse for a dead rat you have on now." He laughed. Bulma snorted a bit too, he did look like he had a dead rat on his head.

The Superintendant's face got red in anger and embarrassment.

"How did you know I was going to be here Nelson?"

"Oh. Miss Brief's little friends tipped us off."

Bulma's mouth dropped open as Juu and Chi-Chi came walking down the hall. They gave her appologetic glances. Bulma just glared at them.

"How could you?! I though we were friends!" She cried.

Vegeta glared at them too, making them shrink back. "I never trusted them anyway." 'I have to do something!'

Vegeta inched his way back towards the front doors of the building. Bulma could feel his heart rate quicken, and his hands were starting to shake. He was starting to lose his nerve. She bent her head up so she could see him better.

"It's okay Vegeta. Just calm down. You're never going to get out of here if you panic." She whispered so only he could hear. His shaking seemed to lessen slightly and he pulled her closer to his body. His head was pushed up against the back of her neck, and a bit to the left side, and she could feel his ragged breathing on her skin.

She reached her left hand across her waist and grabbed his hand, holding it against her, and reached up with her right and took hold of the Witchblade. She felt a tingle run through her body, and she didn't know whether it was from the Witchblade itself, or whether it was from the knowledge of how many people's blood it had spilt.

It turns out that touching the blade was a bad idea, because the Icelbade, with a mind of it's own, sprung to life at the contact with the Witchblade, and it revealed itself. Vegeta laughed nervously.

"Well. That answers your question I think."

Bulma laughed and pulled herself from his grasp, letting the Iceblade down to sword length, and watching it morph a bit, so it came out of the glove like a fencing sword – straight in the middle of the rounded handguard. Her fist was still inside the glove, and the base of blade, with a handle of course, was inside the glove as well so she could hang onto it. The same thing happened to Vegeta's glove at sword length. He looked at her strangely.

"I think it's time we showed them what we can do." Bulma's head was turned back towards him, and suddenly, silver armour covered her body, making Vegeta gasp.

"What……"

"I kinda found this out when I was bored and had nothing to do while you were away."

The armour was different from Vegeta's. It was suited to fit a female's body. The helmet was more triangular than his - it didn't quite mould to her head as well. It wrapped around from the back, and it did leave some skin exposed on her neck. It had a ridge going down the front, and two eyeholes, and instead of the corrogated iron look that Vegeta had, it had holes for air to get in. She had leg, arms, and body armour, and it was joined together with thick leather. The groin didn't have as much protection, because it was made out of that leather and some buckles. Due to the fact that it was like that, it gave her a wider range of movement than Vegeta, and the armour was lighter, which allowed her to move faster, yet it couldn't stand up to missile fire as well as Vegeta's could. But even so, she look a formidable opponent.

Vegeta nodded at her approvingly, and flexed his muscles, making his armour appear. His blade went down to the sword length, and he stepped up to stand near her. The officers looked at each other in fright, and shakily raised their guns. They both stepped back into fighting stances, and the officers began to fire. The bullets hit the armour and made little clanging sounds, created sparks, and were deflected off the armour, not affecting the wearers at all.

Bulma took the men who they first came across, who were still in the corner. She swung the blade and it sliced the end off one of the guns. Then, taking the blade back in the opposite direction, she beheaded him. His head went flying off to the side and hit on of the other men in the chest, making him jump back and get sprayed with the blood.

Vegeta on the other hand, was quite bored with the amout of resistance he was receiving. Nelson had backed off and was standing behind the other men as one at a time they stupidly shot at him, and Vegeta was just walking closer to them, using his sword to delfect a lot of the bullets. He slashed the men as he got close enough, killing them easily.

Bulma had finished with the three men, and calmly walked over to Vegeta to see how he was fairing. Personally, she would have thought they would have put up more of a fight. So she turned around and went to sit down on the seat, crossing her legs and draping her arms over the back of it, as best she could with armour on.

Vegeta was down to the last man: Superintendant Nelson. He walked up to him and slashed his thigh, making him drop to the ground.

He laughed evily and stabbed his blade through Nelson's head and went back out to the foyer to see 3 decapitated bodies and Bulma just lounging around on the chair. He shook his head in amusement.

"You stay here. I'm leaving. I'm sure you parents can do something about this. Just wash up and pretend you were in your room the whole time." Vegeta told her after removing his helmet. Now that he only had one blade he could take the helmet off physically, and not just by thinking.

"Okay. Bye 'Geta." Bulma gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and watched him as he ran out of the building and into the forest. It was the same forest as her holiday house was in, except that it was on the other side of the large forest, and on the other side of a huge mountain. Vegeta could easily navigate his way to the holiday house from here.

Snapping out of her daze, she morphed out of her armour and ran upstairs to her private bathroom to change and take a bath – just to make it seem more convincing that she was there the whole time, when she remembered that Juu and Chi Chi hadn't been accounted for. She bounded down the steps to see they were just about to sneak away.

"Not so fast. If you don't want me to shove this blade up you arses then I suggest you come with me." They growled but allowed themselves to follow Bulma's directions down into her lab. She grabbed a spray bottle from the shelf. "Now this is my special formula that erases memories. I'll only give you a bit of a squirt so you'll forget that we know Vegeta and you won't remember that I'm Morpho."

Bulma sprayed a little bit on their faces and watched them sneeze as they forgot what had happened.

"Hey thanks for coming over you guys. I really appreciate the help you gave me with cleaning this place up." She lied. "I really wish you didn't have to leave, but I understand. Oh. Don't forget to use the back door. Remember dad is doing a bit of work there, and he doesn't want anyone to get hurt."

Juu and Chi Chi nodded their head in confusion. They couldn't remember any of these things that Bulma was talking about.

"Can you give these two pills to Goku and Krillin? They are this thing I'm working on. It's supposed to increase intelligence, and I need someone who has next to none, no offence of course. I just need to see if it works." She lied again and gave them the two pills which were actually another version of the memory eraser. "Make sure they get them right away. I need the results quickly."

The two confused girls nodded and Bulma escorted them out the back door. She sighed loudly and went up to continue her bath.

(A/N: Just in case you are confused, Bulma was in the bath before when she remembered that she hadn't seen Juu and Chi Chi, so she got some fresh clothes and put them on before going downstairs.)

While she was getting her clothes back on, she heard a scream. She ran downstairs, knowing it was because of the scene her and Vegeta had created.

"BULMA! I TOLD YOU IT WAS A BAD IDEA TO LET THAT MAN INTO THE HOUSE! LOOK WHAT HE'S DONE! KILLED ALL THESE POLICEMEN!" Her father yelled over the body of her unconcious mother.

Bulma pretended to be horrified. "H-How could he?" She squeaked and faked passing out. She heard her father call more police and request ambulances. She opened her eyes a bit, careful to listen if her father was still in the room, and then had a bit of a look around. Next to her hand, almost in a pool of blood, was a note. She tilted it up enough so she could read it.

These 3 men courtesy of morpho. The rest are from me. Who'd have guessed eh? Lovely bloodbath. Our specialty.

The Reaper & Morpho

In a way, Bulma felt special that Vegeta had given her that consideration. Perhaps he wasn't as distant as she first thought. After a bit longer, she pretended she was waking up and her father rushed over to her. The police had arrived a few minutes ago. They wanted to question her, but her father told them she was up in her room and wouldn't have heard much. Bulma said she heard gunshots, but she thought it was her mother watching those horror movies she enjoyed, so the police let her go.

Again, Bulma never saw Vegeta for a few weeks. He needed time to cool off and hide. He did come back eventually, or more like he met her somewhere. He took her on a few more kills, leaving about a wekk in between. He also did some on his own. He knew he was getting a bit cocky with putting more than two people in one week. That's how most seemigly successful serial killers get caught. Thinking they can get away with anything.

Lately, he felt as if he needed to draw blood from someone, to be covered in the sticky red liquid, to rid the city of another inhabitant. He needed to feel the rush he always felt when another one went down. But now he needed to kill more to feel that way. It was like he was becoming used to it like it was just another dull, mundane activity.

Everything seemed to be getting on Bulma's nerves. Even the birds who chirped in the mornings. She felt like her head would explode. So she bought a nice house away from the city, where it was nice and peaceful, and told Vegeta about it the next time she saw him.

However, her parents told her that there would be a large officer staying with her, because they were worried that Vegeta would turn on her and try to get her next. Too late for that. But he was back to normal now, or that's what she told herself. Bulma reluctantly agreed. When the big man (aka Damien Carbine) was asleep, she snuck out to meet Vegeta told him about it, and then they had a little "fun", which is also know as a roll in the hay, because they were meeting at a large haystack to conceal them from view.

Vegeta picked Bulma up and sat her on a pile of haybales, after using his jacket to stop the hay from pricking into their skin. He climbed up onto there with her and they lay down on his jacket. His warm hands brushed against her skin as he slowly pulled down her pyjama pants.

"How long can you be out here for?" His voice was muffled against her neck.

"Well Damien is sleeping. For a big guy he's a pretty light sleeper."

"Hmmm. Guess well have to make it quick then." Vegeta nibbled on her earlobe making her moan.

When he took off her pyjama pants he found she was wearing nothing underneath. "So you were planning on this huh?" He laughed.

Bulma nodded and pulled him down for a kiss. He unbuttoned her top, leaving her chest exposed. "You make this so much easier for me. So kind." She was wearing no bra either.

His mouth latched onto one nipple, and he sucked on it, making it harden, and then repeated it to the next one, making sure the unattended one would receive attention from his hand. He trailed quick kisses down her stomach. He deliberately missed the spot where she wanted the most attention, and lifted her leg up, kneeling down, and starting at her ankle, he kissed the inside of her leg, all the way up to her thigh, repeating the same with the other one.

He rolled down his jumpsuit, getting out of it until he was just in his boxers and shirt, not to forget the ID tag. He pulled off his boxers to reveal his erect member. Bulma sat up and wraped one arm around his neck while she kissed him and stroked his throbbing length with the other hand.

The full moon high in the sky gave them plenty of light to see by, and it highlighted their figures, giving them an ethereal glow, making them seem like a god and goddess.

After a while Vegeta stopped her, and he let her lay back down on the jacket, and he started giving her pleasure with his hand as well. After she had a release, he took his fingers out of her and licked them clean.

"Mmmm. Yum." He chuckled, while Bulma arched her back, wanting more.

"Time to start the real fun. We've spent too much time with this already."

Vegeta pushed himself into her, delighting in hearing her moan. He lifted her left leg up over his shoulder and began thrusting. He gripped her hips tightly and turned his head so he could kiss the inside of her thigh.

As Vegeta promised, it was quick - about 10 minutes, yet they still got their release. Bulma didn't even think he knew the meaning of a quickie from all the other times she'd slept with him. Vegeta put his boxers on while Bulma just lay there panting on her back with her legs still open from the way he'd left them. He buttoned up her top for her and put her pants back on, seeing as she didn't seem to be wanting to move.

Vegeta laughed. "Tired already little one? Must be getting unfit. Last time I checked you were able to go for hours." Vegeta had crawled over the top of her almost naked form and purred into her ear. Bulma reached up and slipped a hand up inside the bottom of his shirt and ran her fingernails over his abdominal muscles.

"Don't start talking dirty, or I'll never get back to the house." She purred back at him.

Bulma could hardly see his face because the moonlight was behind him, and it only outlined some of his regal features.

"Never get back there huh? I wouldn't mind that at all. I think we could both use a bit of stress relief."

She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and his warm breath on her lips as he leaned down and ran his tounge over her bottom one. Bulma moaned. His dog tag dangled near her chin as he looked down on her, yet she didn't mind.

"Come on. You'd better get back before I get the sudden urge to play policeman and give you a full body cavity search." He playfully growled with a little smirk.

Bulma reached down and latched onto him with her hand. She had gotten the Iceblade out, and was digging its clawed fingers into a certain weak point on his body, making him shudder and wince while groaning in a high-pitched tone.

"Don't count on it Veggie." Bulma kissed him on the nose and let him go, driving her fist into his stomach, making him cough and roll off her, holding the place where she hit him.

"Nnnngggg……I love it when you get all violent like that." He moaned, half in pain and half aroused.

Bulma jumped down from the haystack, and brushed the few loose bits of it that had caught in her hair. The Iceblade went back to its bracelet form. She looked up to see Vegeta was leaning over the haybales, one arm over the edge. She assumed that the other was holding his new sore spot. He reached down with his unoccupied hand and placed it at the back of her neck, caressing the base of her skull with his thumb. He moved forward a bit and leaned down further so he could place a kiss on her lips.

Bulma wondered why he was being so tender at this time, when he was acting like an animal in heat before. Then, Vegeta actually smiled before giving her another kiss, and slipping back up to where she couldn't see him. The next thing she knew, a huge black panther with ice-blue eyes lept off the top of the haystack, right over the top of her. It turned back and gave her a quick glance, before rushing off across the open field and into the forest.

'Typical. Trust him to get the cool, non-bulky animal.'

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Bulma opened the door to her house as quietly as she could. Her back was turned as she closed the door, trying to make as little sound as possible, because she hand found out that this particular door makes a lot of noise when it shut.

"I was wondering when you were going to get back." came a deep voice from behind her.

Bulma spun around in fright, and was horrified to see that Damien was standing there with no clothes on. He held a beer bottle in his hand, but dropped it when he started coming towards her.

"You've been a naughty girl sneaking out like that. I guess I'll have to punish you, and I'll get a bit of fun out of it too." He slurred, pressing himself up against her and holding her arms tightly. If this was Vegeta saying these things to her she would have given herself to him, but this man was disgusting, and made her want to puke, mainly because he had an aweful hairy body, not to mention the fact he was nude and drunk.

She squealed and tried to pull herself away from him, to no avail. So she dug her fingernails into his hands, but all that did was make him pull back, and rip the bracelet off her wrist, which Bulma didn't notice at the time. Damien raised a meaty hand above his head and hit her across the neck making her dazed and unable to respond. He threw her over his shoulder and took her back to his room.

He laid the blue-haired woman down on the bed, and started ripping her clothes off, leaving her with scratch marks, mainly on her chest and around her waist. Bulma tried to fight off the cloudly haze that was swirling around in her head. She could feel him doing these things to her, yet she was powerless to stop him.

"You don't know how long I've waited to fuck you. I wanted you right from the start. But no. You had to go ruin it all. If you won't accept me willingly, then I'll have to find other methods. No ones going to save you. They can't hear you scream." Damien kissed her roughly on the lips and forced his tounge in her mouth. She could taste the alcohol coating his tounge, and she nearly threw up again as he pushed it a bit too far down her throat.

Bulma tried to move, but it wasn't working. She felt as if she would pass out any second. She could't let that happen, it would only make things easier for him. She could feel herself getting stronger, and she tried to push him off. Damien noticed this, and hit her in the face, opening up a gash over her eyebrow, and her head fell to the side as she slipped into unconciousness.

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Oh come on! I know I'm evil. Leaving it at a place like that. *waits for a few seconds* ………………………MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!……Ahem……Sorry, couldn't resist.

Will Bulma be raped? Will she manage to save herself? Or will Vegeta come to her rescue? Tune in and find out on the next episode of DRAGONBALL Z!!!………Ooops!! I meant……Tune in and find out in the next chapter of IN THE ARMS OF A KILLER!!! …………Coming, when you give me more reviews.

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P.S. The reason Nappa isn't really aging is because he uses Vegeta's blood and injects it into himself, and it has the power to only make him age only a couple of years after every 5 or ten. You figure it out, cos I can't be bothered, but he's like 3 or 4 years older than Vegeta, but Vegeta ages more slowly than him because he is a bladeweilder.

And Vegeta can only morph into an animal if he has the Witchblade. But they took it from him when they caught him, so no morphing for him. =P Hope that answers everything!!

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