Bulma felt weak and hot, yet still completely unaware as to why. The heat
was beginning to hurt her.Vegeta had packed ice in the coffin around her,
but she was feeling very bad.liked she had a fever or something. He stood
nearby, still, silent. She hadn't wanted his help earlier, but he was the
only one around. The only one who could help her.
"V-vegeta," she stammered, raising a flaccid arm.
"Ssh."
She dropped her arm back. What on earth was he doing, just standing there, doing nothing. He knew something was wrong, so why wasn't he trying to help? After what seemed an eternity, he spoke.
"Just a minute," he whispered. He spent a few more minutes in silence, and Bulma waited. He must have been doing something.why would he just stand there for ages.? Finally, he straightened and turned to her. He looked worn out. Bulma sat up and shivered as the ice touched her skin.
"Hey.it doesn't burn anymore," she said.
"No, it shouldn't now," he replied heavily. He sat on the end of the bed nearby and sighed. "You should try and get some sleep."
She frowned. "In this coffin?"
"You didn't have a problem sleeping in the other one."
She snorted. He had her there. "Well.I'd rather the bed thanks," she said, lifting her chin, still not rising from the coffin.
Vegeta glowered at her for a moment, as if he was thinking what to say. Then he lay back on the bed. "I'd rather not get up, thanks. I'm keeping the bed."
Bulma sneered at him. He wanted to her sleep in the goddamn coffin. Why though? I think I have the right to be paranoid, she thought, as she lay down into the soft, cool innings of the coffin. I mean the last time I slept in one of these, I had a steak pushed through my chest. She closed her eyes. Well, that man, who had looked like her saviour, all those years ago, would not come here. After reassuring herself, she fell into another dead sleep.
Hearing Bulma's breathing, Vegeta gave a heavy sigh of relief. The onna was being too argumentative. She was going to have to deal with her situation very soon, or he was going to get annoyed with her. But he smiled inwardly- not yet, he wouldn't get annoyed with her yet. He was not going to tire with her, he knew that much. He began to fall asleep. She was sleeping in the coffin tonight, so now they both shared it. He'd get her a new one tomorrow. He slept for quite a long time. When he woke up, he knew it would be dusk in the world of the living. Good thing too, he was hungry.
As he climbed to his feet and pulled his shirt on, Bulma woke up. She sat up and looked at him. "Where are you going?" she asked in a low voice.
"Going to get dinner," he replied. He smirked and began to walk out. As he reached the distance limit, Bulma gasped. He turned back to grin at her. Her hands clutched the smooth edges of the coffin. It had shocked her body as he had moved away. "Wait." she murmured, and climbed out to follow him.
As he led her back out of the castle, and into the mall-looking hell, she walked along behind him meekly, glowering at her 'mate'. He could feel her hot gaze smoulder into the back of his head. He led her up the stairs that took them straight back to the manor.
It was dusk, and most would have disapproved a boy so young from being outside. He was young- no older then twelve, but what people didn't know was that he was a very resourceful little boy. He was hiding in the hollow of a tall tree, concealed by the curtain of leaves. He was a very sweet looking child, despite the mad mess of tousled, black hair that stuck out in every direction, and was dwarfed by the baggy clothes he wore. He donned huge pants, turned up at the bottom, a pair of scuffed boots, a loose shirt and a bright red bandanna tied around his head, under his hairline. He was watching the old manor.
It was getting very boring for him. Only one vampire in the whole area, and his grandmother had killed that one herself. His tail, the reminder of his ancestors and past, flicked about mundanely. He clutched hold of his trusty crossbow, wishing for something to happen.
And like mothers always tell their children, "be careful what you wish for," his wish was granted.
He rubbed his eyes, and yawned, and then snapped his mouth shut. He saw movement from the manor.
As silent as an owl on a dark night, the little boy scampered along the branch from the hollow, and spied around. Where.oh no.
His jaw dropped as he saw the vampire he recognised as prince Vegeta prowled away from the manor, looking like the predator he was. But that wasn't what had shocked the child- it was the pretty, blue-haired lady vampire who accompanied Vegeta. The boy snatched his crossbow to himself. No way!! He hadn't seen her before- the prince might as well have been Sadam Hussein to him- everyone knew HIM. Where the hell had she come from?
He bounded as silently and as swiftly as a cat, and broke into the clearing where the camp was set up, passing the barrier of crucifixes that delimited the area.
"Grandma!" he yelled. "Grandma! Where are you?"
A few heads turned as the little boy bounded in, hollering for the old woman. She rose from her solitary seat beside the fire. She rose to her feet. She was old now, but still quite strong and resilient. She was dressed in drab, grey clothing, and the only colours about her were her sharp, all-seeing blue eyes, and the red tourniquet she had tied around her arm, formally her headscarf.
"Goku! Goku, I'm over here!" she called. The other bystanders lost interest and went back to busy themselves in their own jobs. The children were often ignored when there was work to be done, and if they had anything important to say, the old woman would see to it.
Goku skidded in the dirt in front of her. "Grandma! Something's happening!"
"Hush," she whispered, trying to calm him down, bending down to wipe the dirt from his face. "What is it, Goku?"
"Please Grandma, it's bad! The others have to know!" Even the old woman knew the boy was seriously agitated- his tail twitched about him nervously, and there was look of urgency on his round face.
"What?"
A new person approached- it was the leader of the small gypsy band that accompanied the vampire hunters. For the last few years, vampires had picked off the gypsy families, and finally, this band had begun to travel with the vampire hunters. This man was called Bowman, and his only daughter, Nadia, had also fallen victim to the vamps. He loathed bloodsuckers.
"It's a blue-haired lady!" Goku spluttered.
"What?" the old woman asked.
Bowman lifted his hand. "Please, Pan, let him get it out. Go on then, Kiddo. What happened?"
Goku quickly described what he had seen, and Bowman listened gravely, toying with one of his gold earrings. As soon as Goku mentioned the Blue- Haired-Vampire-Lady, Bowman's face looked confused.
"It makes no sense," Pan said. "We should have heard if another person had been attacked. No one by that description has been attacked recently. What is going on?"
Bowman shrugged. "I have no idea. But I reckon that bastard Vegeta has something to do with it." He grimaced. "Okay, just me and Goku will check this out. The fewer of us, the easier it will be for us to track them. Come on kid." Goku nodded, and off they ran from the safety of the camp and into the dark abyss of the night.
Bulma sat on a log, her back turned to Vegeta as he fed, trying to ignore him and the never-ceasing protests of her growling stomach. Vegeta had killed a teenaged boy, not much older then fifteen, and was now feeding off him. Bulma refused to join Vegeta for his 'meal'.
"I know you're hungry, onna," Vegeta commented, pausing from his feed.
"I don't want to feed from that boy, or anyone else," she snapped. "It's appalling."
Vegeta smirked and dropped the nearly blood-drained boy onto the leafy floor. He was barely alive, but if he got immediate attention, he would live. He only did this for the onna. He wiped the blood from his face. "Appalling is it, onna? It is what vampires do, and as much as you refuse to accept the fact, you are also a vampire now."
"Yeah, thanks to you," Bulma spat sardonically.
"Yes, you should be thanking me," he said hotly, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on hers. "I told you it was not a curse. I have set you free. You do not have to grow old. You do not have to die.because you have me."
She squirmed in his grip. "Get off me!" she moaned lamely.
He nipped her ear, knowing he was agitating her. "No. I don't really want to."
She struggled, but he was far too strong for her. She twisted around and tried to kick him. He knocked her feet from under her and glared at her, his dark eyes burning with hunger.
"What do you think you're doing!?" she demanded, not far from screaming.
"You're my mate," Vegeta purred. "Figure it out."
She tried to push him away. "NO!" I'm not your mate! Get away from me! NOW!"
She began to thrash about, but he snatched at her wrists and wrestled her to the ground. "I told you that you have to accept this!" he snapped, lowering his face towards hers. Bulma let out a pitiful whimper.
"HEY! SUCKER!!!"
Vegeta snapped upwards. Standing between two trees, directly opposite them, was a small boy, wearing scuffed, baggy clothes, wearing a red head bandanna under a wild mess of black hair. He held a crossbow steady at Vegeta. He grinned maliciously.
"You looked."
And with that, he let the bolt fly.
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This chapter was written by L. B. for the record I did not write this chapter. I will not disclose L. B.'s name without permission from her, however, if she so wishes that I do, I will change it. I merely beta read the story and added a few sentences here and there. If L. B. does not like the changes, I will remove the chapter to change them.
Tabiku
"V-vegeta," she stammered, raising a flaccid arm.
"Ssh."
She dropped her arm back. What on earth was he doing, just standing there, doing nothing. He knew something was wrong, so why wasn't he trying to help? After what seemed an eternity, he spoke.
"Just a minute," he whispered. He spent a few more minutes in silence, and Bulma waited. He must have been doing something.why would he just stand there for ages.? Finally, he straightened and turned to her. He looked worn out. Bulma sat up and shivered as the ice touched her skin.
"Hey.it doesn't burn anymore," she said.
"No, it shouldn't now," he replied heavily. He sat on the end of the bed nearby and sighed. "You should try and get some sleep."
She frowned. "In this coffin?"
"You didn't have a problem sleeping in the other one."
She snorted. He had her there. "Well.I'd rather the bed thanks," she said, lifting her chin, still not rising from the coffin.
Vegeta glowered at her for a moment, as if he was thinking what to say. Then he lay back on the bed. "I'd rather not get up, thanks. I'm keeping the bed."
Bulma sneered at him. He wanted to her sleep in the goddamn coffin. Why though? I think I have the right to be paranoid, she thought, as she lay down into the soft, cool innings of the coffin. I mean the last time I slept in one of these, I had a steak pushed through my chest. She closed her eyes. Well, that man, who had looked like her saviour, all those years ago, would not come here. After reassuring herself, she fell into another dead sleep.
Hearing Bulma's breathing, Vegeta gave a heavy sigh of relief. The onna was being too argumentative. She was going to have to deal with her situation very soon, or he was going to get annoyed with her. But he smiled inwardly- not yet, he wouldn't get annoyed with her yet. He was not going to tire with her, he knew that much. He began to fall asleep. She was sleeping in the coffin tonight, so now they both shared it. He'd get her a new one tomorrow. He slept for quite a long time. When he woke up, he knew it would be dusk in the world of the living. Good thing too, he was hungry.
As he climbed to his feet and pulled his shirt on, Bulma woke up. She sat up and looked at him. "Where are you going?" she asked in a low voice.
"Going to get dinner," he replied. He smirked and began to walk out. As he reached the distance limit, Bulma gasped. He turned back to grin at her. Her hands clutched the smooth edges of the coffin. It had shocked her body as he had moved away. "Wait." she murmured, and climbed out to follow him.
As he led her back out of the castle, and into the mall-looking hell, she walked along behind him meekly, glowering at her 'mate'. He could feel her hot gaze smoulder into the back of his head. He led her up the stairs that took them straight back to the manor.
It was dusk, and most would have disapproved a boy so young from being outside. He was young- no older then twelve, but what people didn't know was that he was a very resourceful little boy. He was hiding in the hollow of a tall tree, concealed by the curtain of leaves. He was a very sweet looking child, despite the mad mess of tousled, black hair that stuck out in every direction, and was dwarfed by the baggy clothes he wore. He donned huge pants, turned up at the bottom, a pair of scuffed boots, a loose shirt and a bright red bandanna tied around his head, under his hairline. He was watching the old manor.
It was getting very boring for him. Only one vampire in the whole area, and his grandmother had killed that one herself. His tail, the reminder of his ancestors and past, flicked about mundanely. He clutched hold of his trusty crossbow, wishing for something to happen.
And like mothers always tell their children, "be careful what you wish for," his wish was granted.
He rubbed his eyes, and yawned, and then snapped his mouth shut. He saw movement from the manor.
As silent as an owl on a dark night, the little boy scampered along the branch from the hollow, and spied around. Where.oh no.
His jaw dropped as he saw the vampire he recognised as prince Vegeta prowled away from the manor, looking like the predator he was. But that wasn't what had shocked the child- it was the pretty, blue-haired lady vampire who accompanied Vegeta. The boy snatched his crossbow to himself. No way!! He hadn't seen her before- the prince might as well have been Sadam Hussein to him- everyone knew HIM. Where the hell had she come from?
He bounded as silently and as swiftly as a cat, and broke into the clearing where the camp was set up, passing the barrier of crucifixes that delimited the area.
"Grandma!" he yelled. "Grandma! Where are you?"
A few heads turned as the little boy bounded in, hollering for the old woman. She rose from her solitary seat beside the fire. She rose to her feet. She was old now, but still quite strong and resilient. She was dressed in drab, grey clothing, and the only colours about her were her sharp, all-seeing blue eyes, and the red tourniquet she had tied around her arm, formally her headscarf.
"Goku! Goku, I'm over here!" she called. The other bystanders lost interest and went back to busy themselves in their own jobs. The children were often ignored when there was work to be done, and if they had anything important to say, the old woman would see to it.
Goku skidded in the dirt in front of her. "Grandma! Something's happening!"
"Hush," she whispered, trying to calm him down, bending down to wipe the dirt from his face. "What is it, Goku?"
"Please Grandma, it's bad! The others have to know!" Even the old woman knew the boy was seriously agitated- his tail twitched about him nervously, and there was look of urgency on his round face.
"What?"
A new person approached- it was the leader of the small gypsy band that accompanied the vampire hunters. For the last few years, vampires had picked off the gypsy families, and finally, this band had begun to travel with the vampire hunters. This man was called Bowman, and his only daughter, Nadia, had also fallen victim to the vamps. He loathed bloodsuckers.
"It's a blue-haired lady!" Goku spluttered.
"What?" the old woman asked.
Bowman lifted his hand. "Please, Pan, let him get it out. Go on then, Kiddo. What happened?"
Goku quickly described what he had seen, and Bowman listened gravely, toying with one of his gold earrings. As soon as Goku mentioned the Blue- Haired-Vampire-Lady, Bowman's face looked confused.
"It makes no sense," Pan said. "We should have heard if another person had been attacked. No one by that description has been attacked recently. What is going on?"
Bowman shrugged. "I have no idea. But I reckon that bastard Vegeta has something to do with it." He grimaced. "Okay, just me and Goku will check this out. The fewer of us, the easier it will be for us to track them. Come on kid." Goku nodded, and off they ran from the safety of the camp and into the dark abyss of the night.
Bulma sat on a log, her back turned to Vegeta as he fed, trying to ignore him and the never-ceasing protests of her growling stomach. Vegeta had killed a teenaged boy, not much older then fifteen, and was now feeding off him. Bulma refused to join Vegeta for his 'meal'.
"I know you're hungry, onna," Vegeta commented, pausing from his feed.
"I don't want to feed from that boy, or anyone else," she snapped. "It's appalling."
Vegeta smirked and dropped the nearly blood-drained boy onto the leafy floor. He was barely alive, but if he got immediate attention, he would live. He only did this for the onna. He wiped the blood from his face. "Appalling is it, onna? It is what vampires do, and as much as you refuse to accept the fact, you are also a vampire now."
"Yeah, thanks to you," Bulma spat sardonically.
"Yes, you should be thanking me," he said hotly, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on hers. "I told you it was not a curse. I have set you free. You do not have to grow old. You do not have to die.because you have me."
She squirmed in his grip. "Get off me!" she moaned lamely.
He nipped her ear, knowing he was agitating her. "No. I don't really want to."
She struggled, but he was far too strong for her. She twisted around and tried to kick him. He knocked her feet from under her and glared at her, his dark eyes burning with hunger.
"What do you think you're doing!?" she demanded, not far from screaming.
"You're my mate," Vegeta purred. "Figure it out."
She tried to push him away. "NO!" I'm not your mate! Get away from me! NOW!"
She began to thrash about, but he snatched at her wrists and wrestled her to the ground. "I told you that you have to accept this!" he snapped, lowering his face towards hers. Bulma let out a pitiful whimper.
"HEY! SUCKER!!!"
Vegeta snapped upwards. Standing between two trees, directly opposite them, was a small boy, wearing scuffed, baggy clothes, wearing a red head bandanna under a wild mess of black hair. He held a crossbow steady at Vegeta. He grinned maliciously.
"You looked."
And with that, he let the bolt fly.
~~~~~~~~~~~
This chapter was written by L. B. for the record I did not write this chapter. I will not disclose L. B.'s name without permission from her, however, if she so wishes that I do, I will change it. I merely beta read the story and added a few sentences here and there. If L. B. does not like the changes, I will remove the chapter to change them.
Tabiku