Bulma sighed, blissfully unaware of everything going on around her. A
slight breeze pushed the hammock she lay in too and fro, gently rocking her
into the dream world. She didn't notice the light during to dark. She
also ignored the newspaper on the ground, which clearly stated that
everyone should be indoors because of a curfew the police put out. People
had been disappearing and reappearing dead a few days later, all of their
blood gone and two puncture wounds on their neck...
Vegeta looked around, no one, for the last few days, had been outside but a few. Vegeta looked into the cage where the seven or eight drunks awaited death. Vegeta growled; he was tired of this chaired and waved to his men to begin feeding. The screams that could be heard were like music to his ears. He grinned, he would have to get good blood, and soon.
Vegeta made his way down the deserted streets, thinking of his life. Being a vampire wasn't all that bad, but it did have a few drawbacks. He walked up to a large home and knocked a few times on the door, a blonde opened the door and he smiled.
"Ma'am, its late, and I've heard of the killings that go on at night, could it be alright if I stay the night, just until dawn, I just don't want to get caught on the streets after dark..." Vegeta said, Bunny Briefs looked Vegeta over before smiling,
"Sure, come right in, honey, we have a guest..." Vegeta grinned, crossing the invisible barrier that kept him out unless invited in. When Mrs. Briefs turned her back, she didn't see the toothy grin Vegeta gave...
Bulma woke up to a shrike, she glanced up at the sky; at the age of fifteen she was a very smart girl. She glanced around at the darkened world and stumbled out of the hammock and tripped over the paper, she picked it up and glanced over the front page, dashing inside. What she saw made her scream with fright and run back outside a lot faster then she had come in.
Vegeta was so full from the blood from the two parents that he could barely stumble up, then he heard the girl scream and cursed his luck, there was no way in the seven hells could he finish off the girl, so he just fled the scene. Bulma would always remember the face of the person whom killed her parents. She quickly called 911 and soon the police were there. Bulma hid in her lab, not wanting to talk to anyone and hiding from the people who would want to put her in foster homes. She waited until they left.
For days she went around the house, knowing they would be back, and began locking doors from wondering eyes of people. Once she locked the doors she went back down to her lab and took out some kind of laser she had created and engraved on the door a rough looking cross. She entered the lab, closing the metal door behind her and locking it. She did the same with the windows, only engraving the glass, and began her work. She set out to avenge her parent's deaths...
Four years later...
Bulma smirked as she shoved the cross in the vampire's face, after she found that he was worthless, she blasted him with a Ki blast. After she had spent a year or so alone in the lab, making sure the bastard would not come back, she had stopped several of his attempts; she went and trained under Master Roshi, the turtle hermit. She had this urge to learn fighting; maybe it had something to do with her blue tail? She had no clue but she knew she would find out. She had discovered the dragonballs and wished her parents back, though she saw them once in a while, they pretty much never saw her, even though she was in the back ground watching them with a hawk's eye. She tried to find the bastard who had killed them in the first place, she was seeing red, had seen red for four years, and now she wanted to see his blood on her hands. She was slowly killing him, this she knew, because by killing his followers she was killing him. She had learned lots of interesting things from Mutant Roshi, that perverted old man, and she used them to the best of her ability, Roshi said that he wouldn't be surprised if she would surpass Goku one day. She had done that and now she was trying to kill this man, this vampire.
Even though she had her parents back, it didn't excuse the fact that the demon had gotten past her, it was a matter of pride. She sighed, unaware that that same vampire was watching her from the corner of his eye. She was sure that all vampires could see through her shields she put around her and the person she interrogated so no one would see her kill them, or over hear her in public places. Bulma nursed her drink, spotting the man across the bar in solid black.
Over the years of being a vampire hunter, she had learned to spot a vampire a mile away, she was very good at her job and she never took it lightly. She sighed as she stood up, paid for her drink, then left with a bunch of useless information. She couldn't help it, she had to find the bastard who had done this, she felt drawn to do this one act, and then, only then could she rest peacefully.
She felt eyes on her as she walked down the dark ally way. She pulled the cross into her hand; she hid it up her sleeve, and turned the corner. As always, her heartbeat picked up a pace or two as the person closed in. She turned and saw a gang member of the local gang.
"Hey babe, wanna dance?" he asked, shoving his pelvis forward leaving little to imagine just what he was talking about.
"Sorry, don't dance," she said, this wasn't a vampire, it was a punk looking for some action. She put the cross up her sleeve again and continued down the ally, looking for vampires.
"Sorry, you don't have a choice..." the man never finished his sentence before he was slammed into a wall by her fist, she was shocked however, when a vampire jumped down from a rooftop and said,
"Thanks for my next meal hunter," the man grabbed the punk and bit him right in front of her.
She did the only thing she could do, she rushed forward, holding up the cross in the mans face, but something grabbed her around her waist pulling her back while the vampire pulled the punk into a dark shadow. Bulma struggled to keep her hold on the cross but the person behind her squeezed her wrist so hard with a cold hand that she screamed and dropped it. She pulled up her knee and used her foot to kick backwards, right where the sun don't shine. She found out real quick that it was a man. She looked over at the helpless punk; he was beyond help as the vampire was finishing off him. Bulma spun around and was face to face with the one who had caused her all of her misery. She pulled out a vile of holy water and threw the vile in his face, it broke and he screamed in agony, she lunged forward with a stake, it pierced his flesh, but barely missed his heart. She cursed her luck as other vampire's had heard his scream and came to his rescue. She could never take on a whole swam of them by herself, so she did the only sensible thing she could think of, she ran...
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So what do you think of my first vampire fic? Please R&R so I can see if this is a good one or not. I'm usually good at getting chapters out quickly, so the faster you review the faster I can write the chapters. Please let me know what to write next. I'm on a bit of writer's block.
Tabi Chan
Vegeta looked around, no one, for the last few days, had been outside but a few. Vegeta looked into the cage where the seven or eight drunks awaited death. Vegeta growled; he was tired of this chaired and waved to his men to begin feeding. The screams that could be heard were like music to his ears. He grinned, he would have to get good blood, and soon.
Vegeta made his way down the deserted streets, thinking of his life. Being a vampire wasn't all that bad, but it did have a few drawbacks. He walked up to a large home and knocked a few times on the door, a blonde opened the door and he smiled.
"Ma'am, its late, and I've heard of the killings that go on at night, could it be alright if I stay the night, just until dawn, I just don't want to get caught on the streets after dark..." Vegeta said, Bunny Briefs looked Vegeta over before smiling,
"Sure, come right in, honey, we have a guest..." Vegeta grinned, crossing the invisible barrier that kept him out unless invited in. When Mrs. Briefs turned her back, she didn't see the toothy grin Vegeta gave...
Bulma woke up to a shrike, she glanced up at the sky; at the age of fifteen she was a very smart girl. She glanced around at the darkened world and stumbled out of the hammock and tripped over the paper, she picked it up and glanced over the front page, dashing inside. What she saw made her scream with fright and run back outside a lot faster then she had come in.
Vegeta was so full from the blood from the two parents that he could barely stumble up, then he heard the girl scream and cursed his luck, there was no way in the seven hells could he finish off the girl, so he just fled the scene. Bulma would always remember the face of the person whom killed her parents. She quickly called 911 and soon the police were there. Bulma hid in her lab, not wanting to talk to anyone and hiding from the people who would want to put her in foster homes. She waited until they left.
For days she went around the house, knowing they would be back, and began locking doors from wondering eyes of people. Once she locked the doors she went back down to her lab and took out some kind of laser she had created and engraved on the door a rough looking cross. She entered the lab, closing the metal door behind her and locking it. She did the same with the windows, only engraving the glass, and began her work. She set out to avenge her parent's deaths...
Four years later...
Bulma smirked as she shoved the cross in the vampire's face, after she found that he was worthless, she blasted him with a Ki blast. After she had spent a year or so alone in the lab, making sure the bastard would not come back, she had stopped several of his attempts; she went and trained under Master Roshi, the turtle hermit. She had this urge to learn fighting; maybe it had something to do with her blue tail? She had no clue but she knew she would find out. She had discovered the dragonballs and wished her parents back, though she saw them once in a while, they pretty much never saw her, even though she was in the back ground watching them with a hawk's eye. She tried to find the bastard who had killed them in the first place, she was seeing red, had seen red for four years, and now she wanted to see his blood on her hands. She was slowly killing him, this she knew, because by killing his followers she was killing him. She had learned lots of interesting things from Mutant Roshi, that perverted old man, and she used them to the best of her ability, Roshi said that he wouldn't be surprised if she would surpass Goku one day. She had done that and now she was trying to kill this man, this vampire.
Even though she had her parents back, it didn't excuse the fact that the demon had gotten past her, it was a matter of pride. She sighed, unaware that that same vampire was watching her from the corner of his eye. She was sure that all vampires could see through her shields she put around her and the person she interrogated so no one would see her kill them, or over hear her in public places. Bulma nursed her drink, spotting the man across the bar in solid black.
Over the years of being a vampire hunter, she had learned to spot a vampire a mile away, she was very good at her job and she never took it lightly. She sighed as she stood up, paid for her drink, then left with a bunch of useless information. She couldn't help it, she had to find the bastard who had done this, she felt drawn to do this one act, and then, only then could she rest peacefully.
She felt eyes on her as she walked down the dark ally way. She pulled the cross into her hand; she hid it up her sleeve, and turned the corner. As always, her heartbeat picked up a pace or two as the person closed in. She turned and saw a gang member of the local gang.
"Hey babe, wanna dance?" he asked, shoving his pelvis forward leaving little to imagine just what he was talking about.
"Sorry, don't dance," she said, this wasn't a vampire, it was a punk looking for some action. She put the cross up her sleeve again and continued down the ally, looking for vampires.
"Sorry, you don't have a choice..." the man never finished his sentence before he was slammed into a wall by her fist, she was shocked however, when a vampire jumped down from a rooftop and said,
"Thanks for my next meal hunter," the man grabbed the punk and bit him right in front of her.
She did the only thing she could do, she rushed forward, holding up the cross in the mans face, but something grabbed her around her waist pulling her back while the vampire pulled the punk into a dark shadow. Bulma struggled to keep her hold on the cross but the person behind her squeezed her wrist so hard with a cold hand that she screamed and dropped it. She pulled up her knee and used her foot to kick backwards, right where the sun don't shine. She found out real quick that it was a man. She looked over at the helpless punk; he was beyond help as the vampire was finishing off him. Bulma spun around and was face to face with the one who had caused her all of her misery. She pulled out a vile of holy water and threw the vile in his face, it broke and he screamed in agony, she lunged forward with a stake, it pierced his flesh, but barely missed his heart. She cursed her luck as other vampire's had heard his scream and came to his rescue. She could never take on a whole swam of them by herself, so she did the only sensible thing she could think of, she ran...
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So what do you think of my first vampire fic? Please R&R so I can see if this is a good one or not. I'm usually good at getting chapters out quickly, so the faster you review the faster I can write the chapters. Please let me know what to write next. I'm on a bit of writer's block.
Tabi Chan