Chapter 1
Bulma and the Dark Prince
By AthenBlade and Danica
(Disclaimer: This will be for all the many future chapters I write. I do NOT own DB/Z/GT in any way shape or form, now stop asking.)
Year: 1632
Place: Vatician City (Home of the pope, the city is a country too.)
Vegeta's thin blood raced through his veins as he struck a fighting stance. He had been toying with the human priest for 15 minutes now. It was just to fun to see him try not to curse every time Vegeta hit him. Vegeta was still smirking as the young priest came rushing at him with a stake. He easily kicked it form his hand and slowly began to walk towards him.
"Is that the best you to offer. I would have thought this place would have a greater challenge for me but I can see you just another weakling." Vegeta said egging him on. Just like Vegeta hoped he attacked.
With one swift motion the priest brought but a wooden cross. Vegeta hissed in pain covering his head with his cape, but not for the reason you think. It was to hide his now large grin. 'Didn't he know that the more powerful the vampire the less that works. And I am the most powerful of all.'
Now the priest got surer of his god's power and through a small amount of holy water on him, mainly his expensive cape. Vegeta looked down at his now ruined cape with an angry scowl.
"You will pay dearly for that weak mortal." He said glaring at him from under his eyebrows. The priest's eyes widened in shock. Just now he was realizing how powerful a vampire he was dealing with. Grinning cruelly Vegeta rushed forward slamming his fist into the man's chest. The force alone was enough to break four of his ribs and send his bottle and cross flying. Without even a pause Vegeta brought his arm down onto the mortal's neck slamming him to the ground. Vegeta leaned down to the man pulling his head up by his hair.
"I wonder if your god has made your blood as pure as your mind." Vegeta whispered in his ear. The man's eyes opened wide as he tried hopelessly to free him self. In one swift movement Vegeta brought his sharp teeth on to the man's throat easily breaking the skin.
Vegeta grinned as the hot blood came gashing out of the wound. The blood burning the back of his throat as it went down into his hungry veins. At first the priest tried desperately to free himself but slowly he movements had slowed and now had stopped. Vegeta dropped him to the ground as his blood began to get cold.
"Insolent weakling." He spat leaving the courtyard fully refreshed.
(AN: Like it? If I write anymore it will be in Bulma's timeline but that's up to you. If you want me to write more say so in a REVIEW!)
By AthenBlade and Danica
(Disclaimer: This will be for all the many future chapters I write. I do NOT own DB/Z/GT in any way shape or form, now stop asking.)
Year: 1632
Place: Vatician City (Home of the pope, the city is a country too.)
Vegeta's thin blood raced through his veins as he struck a fighting stance. He had been toying with the human priest for 15 minutes now. It was just to fun to see him try not to curse every time Vegeta hit him. Vegeta was still smirking as the young priest came rushing at him with a stake. He easily kicked it form his hand and slowly began to walk towards him.
"Is that the best you to offer. I would have thought this place would have a greater challenge for me but I can see you just another weakling." Vegeta said egging him on. Just like Vegeta hoped he attacked.
With one swift motion the priest brought but a wooden cross. Vegeta hissed in pain covering his head with his cape, but not for the reason you think. It was to hide his now large grin. 'Didn't he know that the more powerful the vampire the less that works. And I am the most powerful of all.'
Now the priest got surer of his god's power and through a small amount of holy water on him, mainly his expensive cape. Vegeta looked down at his now ruined cape with an angry scowl.
"You will pay dearly for that weak mortal." He said glaring at him from under his eyebrows. The priest's eyes widened in shock. Just now he was realizing how powerful a vampire he was dealing with. Grinning cruelly Vegeta rushed forward slamming his fist into the man's chest. The force alone was enough to break four of his ribs and send his bottle and cross flying. Without even a pause Vegeta brought his arm down onto the mortal's neck slamming him to the ground. Vegeta leaned down to the man pulling his head up by his hair.
"I wonder if your god has made your blood as pure as your mind." Vegeta whispered in his ear. The man's eyes opened wide as he tried hopelessly to free him self. In one swift movement Vegeta brought his sharp teeth on to the man's throat easily breaking the skin.
Vegeta grinned as the hot blood came gashing out of the wound. The blood burning the back of his throat as it went down into his hungry veins. At first the priest tried desperately to free himself but slowly he movements had slowed and now had stopped. Vegeta dropped him to the ground as his blood began to get cold.
"Insolent weakling." He spat leaving the courtyard fully refreshed.
(AN: Like it? If I write anymore it will be in Bulma's timeline but that's up to you. If you want me to write more say so in a REVIEW!)