Bulma woke up in the hospital to someone leaning over her. When she found
out who it was, she tried to scream, but the person put a hand over her
mouth to silence her. Vegeta, it was Vegeta! He bent forward and bit her
neck, hand still over her mouth, door closed. She thrashed her legs but to
no avail. She screamed into his hand until she could scream no more and
finally, weak, she dropped her legs. She used her arms to try and pry
Vegeta's hands away from her mouth, but everything went dark again. She
had the vague sense of swallowing something before she had blacked out
though; she never remembered just what it was...
Bulma woke up in darkness, it was cold, and more dark then she had ever known before. She turned her head, finding it difficult, and met a wall. She was closed in on all sides. Why was she closed in? She didn't like closed in spaces, yet somehow she found this one space comforting, a place where she could find refuge...just then it hit her as to what she was in. She pushed the lid up and open and dove out of the coffin and landed in the...sunlight? Why...how could she stand the sunlight? Before she could even blinks she was running out the door and down the street in the full light. A figure tried chasing after her, but she ran all the harder, the figure was forced to turn back. She sighed; she wasn't a vampire! She danced for joy causing a few people to look at her strangely, yet she didn't care though! She ran all the way home and was, for the first time, glad to be there. She turned on all of the lights and opened all of the windows in the big house, not a room was left out of the light.
She smiled as she walked down to her lab. She grabbed a few smaller inventions she had been working on and bought them up stairs, she set them on the kitchen table, then she looked at the calendar...she nearly screamed. She had been in that hell hole longer then she had thought. The calendar was old...really old...but that was just last year...She looked around the room, finally noticing the frayed curtains and dusty countertops. She opened the fridge and gagged. Rotten food laced the thing, and the electricity was off. She slammed the door shut and the thing crumpled into a pile of junk. She gagged at the dust and left the kitchen. She walked all around the house, noticing how everything was old and frail. She entered room upon room and found absolutely nothing...it was all cleared out.
She entered her father and mother's room and frowned, not a single thing was left. She had expected the same thing for her room too, but got a shock when she found everything in order, not a thing out of place, not one thing old or ruined. But she never crossed the entry way into the room. Something for bid her to do it...not without permission anyway.
"I thought that I might find you here," a voice said, soft warm breathe brushed against her ear as a hand snaked it's way around her waist and forced her to lean against the rock hard chest of Vegeta.
"What happened?" She asked, somehow not afraid of Vegeta any longer. She was starting to scare herself, "How can you be in the sun light?" she whispered, as if in a library.
"You've been asleep a good hundred or so years my dear, a lot has past, but not much, I've managed to keep your room persevered with a few spells. The place, your Capsule Corporation is nothing more then a tourist attraction now, which is rarely opened. Your human beliefs that all Vampires can't stand sun light, it's false. True, on some days we cannot stand sunlight, and some species of Vampires' can't stand it at all, but we can come out when the day if over cast like this, or the sun is setting, it doesn't hurt then when the sun is full force." Vegeta kissed her behind the ear,
"So I'm a vampire now?" She asked meekly,
"It's not a curse, onna, as you make it sound like it is, its much more then that." Vegeta released her but kept his close proximity, "Go in there, remember old times, and forget them, you are different now, you are one of us, you are no longer a soul baring vampire hunter, you are a vampire." Some unknown force propelled Bulma forward as Vegeta somehow managed to vanish. She walked into the room, somehow keeping her temper in order about being forced to obey Vegeta's words, and took a few steps into the room. She could feel the spell brush her skin as she entered the room. It was strange at first, she could have sworn she could smell her mothers home baked cookies down stairs, hear and explosion from her fathers lab, hear the cats yowling for milk, and hear her best friends ramble on about their days.
She felt her memories fly by in her mind, her whole life passed in what seemed like seconds to her, but years on the outside world. She picked up a few things, her cloths, feeling the soft texture of them. She remembered when she had actually worn these clothes; she smiled faintly and set the clothes aside. She picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her hair once, then twice. It was strange. Somehow she knew that years were passing in moments. But everything in the room stayed the same, including herself. She frowned, she was changing more and more, being like them against her will. She was no longer sickened by the horrific memories of her parent's deaths; it was a way of life and the weak die. She didn't want it to be like that though, she wasn't like that at all. Vegeta, this was all his fault! She looked down at her own frayed clothing and sighed, if she didn't change soon, the clothes would get to be so old they would fall off of her. She grabbed the darkest clothing she could find and headed for the bathroom. New memories of the past assaulted her mind and she just let them come.
Somehow the water was working and she stepped under the hot spray of water as she washed her skin, which was cold to the touch. How could she stand sunlight, if she were a vampire now? How could Vegeta? Her stomach rumbled, but she wasn't hungry for food. She winced at the reminder and ignored her stomach as she turned the now cold water off and dried herself off with her Ki. She got dressed in the clothing and frowned a bit at the image she made. Black leather pants and a black cotton halter-top. Black boots with black socks and a black hair band in her bright blue hair. She frowned once again, this was not who she was!
"It suits you," Vegeta said, entering the room with something in his hand...Bulma felt sickened when she saw what it was,
"Blood, I know you are hungry, I could hear your stomach growling in the bathroom while you were taking a shower, eat," he threw the blood back at her, she caught it but threw it back,
"I'm not going to eat that stuff that's sick!" she growled, plopping down on the bed and curling up. Quicker then she could blink, yet still she could see it, Vegeta had her pinned to the bed. He forced her mouth open and shoved the blood pack in it. When she refused to bite down into it, Vegeta made a small incision with his sharp nail and it started to dribble into her mouth. She coughed and sputtered but Vegeta refused to allow her to spite it out. He held her mouth closed while the stubborn onna was forced to drink the revolting blood.
~~~~~ Bulma's POV ~~~~~
The blood dribbled into my mouth, no matter how much I fought against it, but still it did taste good, for a vampire that it. I didn't like what I was becoming and I didn't want to start acting like one of them anytime soon either. I just wanted to die the whole time Vegeta straddled my waist forcing that damn blood into my mouth. It was humiliating to say the least, and it would be the last time he did it. The worst part was when I had finally gotten used to the blood in my mouth, but I started to suckle on the small hole Vegeta had made,
"See, its not so bad once you get used to it," Vegeta had slowly withdrawn from me, but he still held the packet to my mouth. I refused to touch the thing. When it was gone, I felt dirty and...somehow used. I didn't like the feeling.
"It, that feeling of being used, will pass in time, onna, but now its time to go, gather what you want and lets get out of here, you no longer belong here," Vegeta said, kissing me once on the cheek. I flinched away but still did as he was told, as if he held some unknown power over me. But one thing was for sure, I was now, and forever more...a vampire...
So whatcha think of my next chapter? Please review! It might be a while before I get too writing the next chapter though, this is a fare warning, the holidays are here and I am leaving town I think. So I have to run, I might be able to get another chapter in before I leave or what not, or stop writing at all, but it sure as hell won't stop me from coming up with new ideas to for this fic. By the way, if you guys have any suggestions of what to do with this story, please be my guest and suggest them. If I use your idea, full credit will be given to the person/persons whom I ask to use their ideas,
Tabi Chan
Bulma woke up in darkness, it was cold, and more dark then she had ever known before. She turned her head, finding it difficult, and met a wall. She was closed in on all sides. Why was she closed in? She didn't like closed in spaces, yet somehow she found this one space comforting, a place where she could find refuge...just then it hit her as to what she was in. She pushed the lid up and open and dove out of the coffin and landed in the...sunlight? Why...how could she stand the sunlight? Before she could even blinks she was running out the door and down the street in the full light. A figure tried chasing after her, but she ran all the harder, the figure was forced to turn back. She sighed; she wasn't a vampire! She danced for joy causing a few people to look at her strangely, yet she didn't care though! She ran all the way home and was, for the first time, glad to be there. She turned on all of the lights and opened all of the windows in the big house, not a room was left out of the light.
She smiled as she walked down to her lab. She grabbed a few smaller inventions she had been working on and bought them up stairs, she set them on the kitchen table, then she looked at the calendar...she nearly screamed. She had been in that hell hole longer then she had thought. The calendar was old...really old...but that was just last year...She looked around the room, finally noticing the frayed curtains and dusty countertops. She opened the fridge and gagged. Rotten food laced the thing, and the electricity was off. She slammed the door shut and the thing crumpled into a pile of junk. She gagged at the dust and left the kitchen. She walked all around the house, noticing how everything was old and frail. She entered room upon room and found absolutely nothing...it was all cleared out.
She entered her father and mother's room and frowned, not a single thing was left. She had expected the same thing for her room too, but got a shock when she found everything in order, not a thing out of place, not one thing old or ruined. But she never crossed the entry way into the room. Something for bid her to do it...not without permission anyway.
"I thought that I might find you here," a voice said, soft warm breathe brushed against her ear as a hand snaked it's way around her waist and forced her to lean against the rock hard chest of Vegeta.
"What happened?" She asked, somehow not afraid of Vegeta any longer. She was starting to scare herself, "How can you be in the sun light?" she whispered, as if in a library.
"You've been asleep a good hundred or so years my dear, a lot has past, but not much, I've managed to keep your room persevered with a few spells. The place, your Capsule Corporation is nothing more then a tourist attraction now, which is rarely opened. Your human beliefs that all Vampires can't stand sun light, it's false. True, on some days we cannot stand sunlight, and some species of Vampires' can't stand it at all, but we can come out when the day if over cast like this, or the sun is setting, it doesn't hurt then when the sun is full force." Vegeta kissed her behind the ear,
"So I'm a vampire now?" She asked meekly,
"It's not a curse, onna, as you make it sound like it is, its much more then that." Vegeta released her but kept his close proximity, "Go in there, remember old times, and forget them, you are different now, you are one of us, you are no longer a soul baring vampire hunter, you are a vampire." Some unknown force propelled Bulma forward as Vegeta somehow managed to vanish. She walked into the room, somehow keeping her temper in order about being forced to obey Vegeta's words, and took a few steps into the room. She could feel the spell brush her skin as she entered the room. It was strange at first, she could have sworn she could smell her mothers home baked cookies down stairs, hear and explosion from her fathers lab, hear the cats yowling for milk, and hear her best friends ramble on about their days.
She felt her memories fly by in her mind, her whole life passed in what seemed like seconds to her, but years on the outside world. She picked up a few things, her cloths, feeling the soft texture of them. She remembered when she had actually worn these clothes; she smiled faintly and set the clothes aside. She picked up her hairbrush and ran it through her hair once, then twice. It was strange. Somehow she knew that years were passing in moments. But everything in the room stayed the same, including herself. She frowned, she was changing more and more, being like them against her will. She was no longer sickened by the horrific memories of her parent's deaths; it was a way of life and the weak die. She didn't want it to be like that though, she wasn't like that at all. Vegeta, this was all his fault! She looked down at her own frayed clothing and sighed, if she didn't change soon, the clothes would get to be so old they would fall off of her. She grabbed the darkest clothing she could find and headed for the bathroom. New memories of the past assaulted her mind and she just let them come.
Somehow the water was working and she stepped under the hot spray of water as she washed her skin, which was cold to the touch. How could she stand sunlight, if she were a vampire now? How could Vegeta? Her stomach rumbled, but she wasn't hungry for food. She winced at the reminder and ignored her stomach as she turned the now cold water off and dried herself off with her Ki. She got dressed in the clothing and frowned a bit at the image she made. Black leather pants and a black cotton halter-top. Black boots with black socks and a black hair band in her bright blue hair. She frowned once again, this was not who she was!
"It suits you," Vegeta said, entering the room with something in his hand...Bulma felt sickened when she saw what it was,
"Blood, I know you are hungry, I could hear your stomach growling in the bathroom while you were taking a shower, eat," he threw the blood back at her, she caught it but threw it back,
"I'm not going to eat that stuff that's sick!" she growled, plopping down on the bed and curling up. Quicker then she could blink, yet still she could see it, Vegeta had her pinned to the bed. He forced her mouth open and shoved the blood pack in it. When she refused to bite down into it, Vegeta made a small incision with his sharp nail and it started to dribble into her mouth. She coughed and sputtered but Vegeta refused to allow her to spite it out. He held her mouth closed while the stubborn onna was forced to drink the revolting blood.
~~~~~ Bulma's POV ~~~~~
The blood dribbled into my mouth, no matter how much I fought against it, but still it did taste good, for a vampire that it. I didn't like what I was becoming and I didn't want to start acting like one of them anytime soon either. I just wanted to die the whole time Vegeta straddled my waist forcing that damn blood into my mouth. It was humiliating to say the least, and it would be the last time he did it. The worst part was when I had finally gotten used to the blood in my mouth, but I started to suckle on the small hole Vegeta had made,
"See, its not so bad once you get used to it," Vegeta had slowly withdrawn from me, but he still held the packet to my mouth. I refused to touch the thing. When it was gone, I felt dirty and...somehow used. I didn't like the feeling.
"It, that feeling of being used, will pass in time, onna, but now its time to go, gather what you want and lets get out of here, you no longer belong here," Vegeta said, kissing me once on the cheek. I flinched away but still did as he was told, as if he held some unknown power over me. But one thing was for sure, I was now, and forever more...a vampire...
So whatcha think of my next chapter? Please review! It might be a while before I get too writing the next chapter though, this is a fare warning, the holidays are here and I am leaving town I think. So I have to run, I might be able to get another chapter in before I leave or what not, or stop writing at all, but it sure as hell won't stop me from coming up with new ideas to for this fic. By the way, if you guys have any suggestions of what to do with this story, please be my guest and suggest them. If I use your idea, full credit will be given to the person/persons whom I ask to use their ideas,
Tabi Chan