Bulma put the capsule in her pocket; took one sad look around before she
finally left the room. Vegeta was waiting in the hallway when he came up
and grabbed her hand. One moment they were there, the next they were
somewhere else. Dizzy, she turned around and frowned,
"Where are we?" She asked, as if in a daze,
"Home," was all Vegeta said, before taking her hand and leading her upstairs, "This is our room,"
"Our room, I will not share a room with the likes of you!" she snapped, getting back to her old self.
"Onna, you'll do as I say because I am the Ouji, soon to be Ou, of the living hell, you have no say in what I say or do, and you have no choice but to do as I command. Now go and get settled in, I'll catch dinner." Bulma stuttered but something forced her to do as he commanded, something pushed her inside the room and she sat on the bed, Vegeta left her to find "Dinner".
Bulma thought to herself. Thousands of years had past sense she had last woken up, she frowned. Now that she was a vampire, she didn't have to be around Vegeta any longer. He got what he wanted, her to be a vampire, and now she was. What more could he want? Gathering her wits about her, she prepared to teach herself how to fly. Finding it surprisingly easy, she left the place in search of her own place to call home. Little did she know that her earlier thoughts about what more could the Ouji want from her, were more then she could handle.
Vegeta had found a willing meal, well, as soon as the 'meal' found out it was a meal, she was no longer willing, but she still had good blood. He found a blood bank and for the damn onna and picked up a case of blood to keep in the fridge for her. He appeared back at the house a few hours later, but only to find it empty of the onna. He frowned, wondering where she went. She could not disobey his orders, the magic of the seventh hell was just too stronger for her to resist until she was fully into he vampiric powers, she was just a newbi, they would share this room tonight and she would be his no matter what. But as the night dragged on, he found the onna was no coming back to the manor in which held not only his home, but the entrance to the living hell.
How the hell did she resist his orders? That was impossible, only two things could prevent her from doing that. She was feeding and exceedingly long time, or she was in her coffin resting, of which she had none. He had put her in his coffin for the change, but she wouldn't return to it...would she? ...
Bulma stepped into the dark room, a coffin resided in it. The coffin was what she had woken up in the first time. Having been awake for several hundred years, she was too tired to bear. The blood bank she robbed left warm blood in her stomach and it only added to her wry state. She didn't want too, but somehow she knew no one but a few select few would disturb her if anyone at all. She sleepily climbed into the coffin and brought the lid down. As soon as her head hit the soft fabric of the interior of the coffin, she was dead asleep, literally...
~~~~~~
Little did Bulma know that several Vampire Hunters were waiting near by. They all nodded to each other, and the leader stepping forward, they entered the rugged house of which the vampire had entered. The quickly made it to the basement of which the coffin they found lay and knowing the women was in it, they tired to open it to kill her, finding they could not open for spells graced its cover, they bolted it shut forever sealing it. They welded the metal that edged the coffin shut and then built up brush underneath its stand. The leader sighed,
"She was pretty, must have been taken against her will, too bad she's one of them," he sighed regretfully and doused the brush in flammable liquids, made a trail outside, then lit the match that set the whole building on fire. The seven men watched at the house burned down to the very foundation, nothing was left in the fires wake, not even the coffin. They smiled, nodded their heads, and walked off...
~~~~
Bulma woke to the smell of smoke, and tired to get out of the coffin, only to find it sealed. She banged on the coffin door, feeling the heat around her. Wariness overcame her once more, never having felt this weak before, she somehow felt linked with the coffin, as it died, so did she. She collapsed back into the laying position of a dead person and closed her eyes, she would does sleeping and there was nothing more she could do about it...
~~~~~
Vegeta felt the flames eat at his coffin, he felt weakened by it, he called out to his brethren and they came to his aid, but it was too late, his coffin had been unintentionally clamed by his mate to be. They, his brethren, brought him a new coffin, which he would have to lay in a full night; in order to save his own life. He could only hope that the onna had not been in the coffin, then again who else would be able to open other then one whom had slept in it? Then and there he knew that his onna had been in the coffin, roughly, before passing out in his own feel of weakness, he ordered the others to check up on the coffin, make sure the women survived the ordeal. He then passed out into oblivion...
~~~~~
As soon as the Vampires of Vegeta's court entered the site of his old coffin, they found nothing left. Not even the remains of the scent of anyone or anything remotely undead was here. That was odd because Vegeta's coffin, along with his scent was always around this place, nothing remained except the acidic residue of the slowly dying fire lapping at the remaining ashes of the once proud home of Vegeta's coffin...
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So what do you think of the last chapter for the holidays? I know your gonna kill me for the cliffhanger, but I couldn't help it. I hate them too, but they're so FUN to write. Anyway, please have a happy, safe holiday, and watch out for flying objects, (Chi-chi and frying pan) screaming Banshee's, (Bulma) Evil, race enslaving, pissed off Saiya-jin no ouji's made because a certain Kakkarott beat him in a spar, (Vegeta) people whom don't even know their own strength at times, (Goku) and over smart people that don't deserve to be in high school but is anyway, (Gohan).
Happy Holidays
Tabi Chan
"Where are we?" She asked, as if in a daze,
"Home," was all Vegeta said, before taking her hand and leading her upstairs, "This is our room,"
"Our room, I will not share a room with the likes of you!" she snapped, getting back to her old self.
"Onna, you'll do as I say because I am the Ouji, soon to be Ou, of the living hell, you have no say in what I say or do, and you have no choice but to do as I command. Now go and get settled in, I'll catch dinner." Bulma stuttered but something forced her to do as he commanded, something pushed her inside the room and she sat on the bed, Vegeta left her to find "Dinner".
Bulma thought to herself. Thousands of years had past sense she had last woken up, she frowned. Now that she was a vampire, she didn't have to be around Vegeta any longer. He got what he wanted, her to be a vampire, and now she was. What more could he want? Gathering her wits about her, she prepared to teach herself how to fly. Finding it surprisingly easy, she left the place in search of her own place to call home. Little did she know that her earlier thoughts about what more could the Ouji want from her, were more then she could handle.
Vegeta had found a willing meal, well, as soon as the 'meal' found out it was a meal, she was no longer willing, but she still had good blood. He found a blood bank and for the damn onna and picked up a case of blood to keep in the fridge for her. He appeared back at the house a few hours later, but only to find it empty of the onna. He frowned, wondering where she went. She could not disobey his orders, the magic of the seventh hell was just too stronger for her to resist until she was fully into he vampiric powers, she was just a newbi, they would share this room tonight and she would be his no matter what. But as the night dragged on, he found the onna was no coming back to the manor in which held not only his home, but the entrance to the living hell.
How the hell did she resist his orders? That was impossible, only two things could prevent her from doing that. She was feeding and exceedingly long time, or she was in her coffin resting, of which she had none. He had put her in his coffin for the change, but she wouldn't return to it...would she? ...
Bulma stepped into the dark room, a coffin resided in it. The coffin was what she had woken up in the first time. Having been awake for several hundred years, she was too tired to bear. The blood bank she robbed left warm blood in her stomach and it only added to her wry state. She didn't want too, but somehow she knew no one but a few select few would disturb her if anyone at all. She sleepily climbed into the coffin and brought the lid down. As soon as her head hit the soft fabric of the interior of the coffin, she was dead asleep, literally...
~~~~~~
Little did Bulma know that several Vampire Hunters were waiting near by. They all nodded to each other, and the leader stepping forward, they entered the rugged house of which the vampire had entered. The quickly made it to the basement of which the coffin they found lay and knowing the women was in it, they tired to open it to kill her, finding they could not open for spells graced its cover, they bolted it shut forever sealing it. They welded the metal that edged the coffin shut and then built up brush underneath its stand. The leader sighed,
"She was pretty, must have been taken against her will, too bad she's one of them," he sighed regretfully and doused the brush in flammable liquids, made a trail outside, then lit the match that set the whole building on fire. The seven men watched at the house burned down to the very foundation, nothing was left in the fires wake, not even the coffin. They smiled, nodded their heads, and walked off...
~~~~
Bulma woke to the smell of smoke, and tired to get out of the coffin, only to find it sealed. She banged on the coffin door, feeling the heat around her. Wariness overcame her once more, never having felt this weak before, she somehow felt linked with the coffin, as it died, so did she. She collapsed back into the laying position of a dead person and closed her eyes, she would does sleeping and there was nothing more she could do about it...
~~~~~
Vegeta felt the flames eat at his coffin, he felt weakened by it, he called out to his brethren and they came to his aid, but it was too late, his coffin had been unintentionally clamed by his mate to be. They, his brethren, brought him a new coffin, which he would have to lay in a full night; in order to save his own life. He could only hope that the onna had not been in the coffin, then again who else would be able to open other then one whom had slept in it? Then and there he knew that his onna had been in the coffin, roughly, before passing out in his own feel of weakness, he ordered the others to check up on the coffin, make sure the women survived the ordeal. He then passed out into oblivion...
~~~~~
As soon as the Vampires of Vegeta's court entered the site of his old coffin, they found nothing left. Not even the remains of the scent of anyone or anything remotely undead was here. That was odd because Vegeta's coffin, along with his scent was always around this place, nothing remained except the acidic residue of the slowly dying fire lapping at the remaining ashes of the once proud home of Vegeta's coffin...
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So what do you think of the last chapter for the holidays? I know your gonna kill me for the cliffhanger, but I couldn't help it. I hate them too, but they're so FUN to write. Anyway, please have a happy, safe holiday, and watch out for flying objects, (Chi-chi and frying pan) screaming Banshee's, (Bulma) Evil, race enslaving, pissed off Saiya-jin no ouji's made because a certain Kakkarott beat him in a spar, (Vegeta) people whom don't even know their own strength at times, (Goku) and over smart people that don't deserve to be in high school but is anyway, (Gohan).
Happy Holidays
Tabi Chan