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A/n: thank you for reviewing on my story. I am sorry for not updating sooner. I was having writers block. Which is sad because it is only my third chapter. I know my story is a little dark, but it's different and I never read any fanfiction like it. Thank you again my reviews. Now on with the story!

Dancing In The Dark

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A mad girls love song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

-Sylvia Plath

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An hour before Devils hour ChiChi sauntered into the dark bar. It was nearly impossible to see through the dark gray smoke hovering above her in thick clouds. She fanned in front of her face when someone was brave enough to blow a cloud of smoke before her. She gave him one of her most deadliest glares and continued to zigzag between the tables.

She finally spied her man, his back toward her, sitting on the end of a barstool.

This was bar she thought was right in front of the darkest alleys in the city. Just where she predicted to be before feeding hour…in a bar.

She walked toward him. There was a low whistle behind her, and she counted to ten. The next thing she felt- a bold hand patting her bottom- almost she caused her to put a knife through his neck. Again she glared at her offender. 'I could do this, I could do this.' she told herself.

All thoughts of her knife going through the vampire's neck were suspended as the man turned to her.

Then her gaze locked to his. His black eyes, radiant she dove in and enjoyed her swim. Wow! He held her captive. She stared at him; he stared back.

Never before had she seen such intense emotion in human or vampire. For a moment, it knocked her off guard. After a few seconds of watching him he smiled, showing her his white teeth.

His gaze made a shiver go down her back and she closed her eyes for a moment and reopened them, trying to accept the new feeling she felt.

She watched him a moment more, taking his measure. He was bigger than most vampires she hunted. And more… Open, friendly, but he screamed trouble with a capital T, but how much trouble she needed to know…

…….

Thunder cracked and a drizzle of rain fell on her light blue locks. She wrapped her black trench coat tighter around herself, and held her black umbrella over her head. Bulma slouched down farther in the bench she was sitting on, still alert of her surroundings. She would pretty much be committing suicide if she weren't.

She had been sitting on the bench for about twenty minutes waiting for the one and only Vegeta. She couldn't wait to ring his neck. Bulma smirked at the thought.

Vampire's killed Bulma's father while they she was sleeping at age seventeen. Her guess would be that the vampire feed on him every night until his blood got old and he went terrorizing someone else in the city. He left Bulma's father on his bed pale and mutilated. Bruises were scattered over his body. He looked like hell. She screamed at the top of her loungs when she found him.

Bulma lost her mother three years before that, so she was alone except for her two friends. She convinced them to leave their homes with her, and they never went back to their homes since. They met Lee when they were eighteen and he gave them an offer to hunt. 18 and ChiChi did it because they didn't want to leave Bulma alone. But Bulma did it to revenge her father's death, and of course they all accepted. But how many did she need to kill to be satisfied?

Now she sat on a bench at twenty-one waiting for a vampire who never showed up. It was now Devils Hour and no Vegeta. She slowly stood, examining the area.

The rain had stopped so she closed her umbrella. "Damn" she cursed stomping in a puddle aggravated that she sat for a half an hour and no show.

She started for the exit of the park, but she stopped when she felt a vampire soft lips touch her neck.

The touch was to gentle and her breath caught. Why didn't she feel him coming?

She turned around on the balls of her feet to be face to face with the leech that tried to pierce her neck. Using her umbrella as a weapon she pointed it to his abdomen.

Bulma took in his appearance, from his raven hair that stood straight up which the rain didn't bring down, his masculine nose and high check bones and his mouth, now flattened with irritation from her boldness. His eyes were blacker than a raven's feathers, and now they were staring straight at her, maybe right through her. His gaze was so aggressive she shuddered.

"A hunter I presume?" His voice was fairly calm.

"Vegeta I presume?" she mocked him, bouncing on the balls of her feet getting ready to kick his ass.

Vegeta smirked giving her a hot perusal with his eyes." And what if I am"

"I am planning to kill you" her voice was deadly, showing that and she wasn't shitting around with him.

"Do you really think so?" He said pushing her umbrella from his abdomen slowly, laughing coldly.

Before he could do anything more Bulma dropped her umbrella and quickly unsheathed her knifes, she stared at her blades as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Don't underestimate me"

…….

"Finally!" 18 muttered to herself, drawing out her double daggers.

She spotted her victim a small man, he probably reached her stomach. He had short black hair at least to his ears. He wore brown slacks and a black t-shirt. He could of been mistaken for a human. She walked directly to him keeping her steps light so he wouldn't hear her. He was walking alone so it was even better for her. A crowd would be real bad.

The next instant 18 was behind Krillen holding her knife to his neck. She pressed hard, causing poor Krillen to hiss in pain. 18 pressed hard enough to let a line of blood appear on his neck.

"Why didn't you sense me coming?" 18 whispered in his ear holding her blade tighter against his neck. "You reek of blood. You must hunt kids don't you? If you hunted adults at least in there twenties you would be able to sense me, wouldn't you Krillen?"

Krillen stiffened in her arms.

"Why me?" she asked to her imaginary friend she wished was there right now, but she gave up on that a long time ago. She laughed coldly and let him go with a forceful push. He stumbled forward a couple of steps, coughing. "You are s fucking lucky buddy that you got me in a good day or I would of killed you right here and now."

"Who are you?"

"I'm you savior right now! I wont kill you today. You are much too weak. I would feel bad doing that, so I'll give you time."

18 licked her knife slowly and nearly gagged. Intimidation is a bitch. She walked away trying to keep her steps casual, knowing he was watching her. When she turned behind one of the dark buildings she started hacking.

"Blood tastes fuckin' nasty! How the hell do they drink that shit?" 18 yelled at herself, wiping her mouth. Stupid, stupid.

……..

ChiChi slid in a chair in front of him and almost forgot that he was a vampire.

He had wild black hair it was probably impossible to tame. He had soft pale skin, and amazing eyes. He wore a tight blue shirt that showed of his perfect shaped muscles and black jeans.

"Hello." his smile widened as he looked over ChiChi. "What are you doing out so late… Alone?"

"I don't know, really" she seemed to forget everything she was suppose to do being with him.

"You know its dangerous to be out this late-" belated his manners kicked in and he leaned over the table to be closer to her. "What's your name?"

She blushed slightly, "ChiChi"

"My name is Goku." hmm… Goku, now why did that name ring in her head?

……..

Bulma missed a block, and hissed in pain as the knife cut deep into her side. She caught her attackers arm and twisted sending the man sprawled to the ground. The vampire Bulma was fighting wasn't down for long. Vegeta sprang to his feet.

Bulma rolled her shoulders, trying to get the kinks out of them, and blinked her tired eyes. This match has been going on for to long for her taste. She was bleeding from where his blade cut deep into her soft flesh, and she could feel the hot sticky blood drip down he side.

Vegeta's black leather pants had been slit open at his shin and thigh.

He caught site of her blood on her side and smirked evilly.

Oh… shit.

Bulma wasn't ready for the impact of his heavy body landing fully against hers. She felt his rough breathing on her neck. "Don't worry I wont kill you." He rasped against her throat and kissed her neck and disappeared in the night.

………

She was lost. How long have she been sitting with Goku talking like casual people? It seemed like eternity, and she didn't mind…

Goku stood not willing to wait another minute to hold her. He pulled her to her feet. "Dance with me."

She stood frozen looking at her hand entwined in his. It felt right and she decided she wouldn't mind him holding her like that forever. He tugged her closer and she nearly swooned with joy. Will someone please wake her up!

It was crowded with gyrating dancers, bumping into each other, and ChiChi saw it as an excuse to be closer. They danced.

He had his arms protectively around her waist, and she felt oddly safe in his arms. The mercenary casually wrapped her arms around his neck and they swayed to the rhythmic beats of the pounding music.

……..

Bulma forgot how long she was lying in the middle of the park. It could have been hours or maybe she just been sitting there for a couple of minutes. She could have been going crazy. She had no idea of that either.

Who had the balls to touch her like that? Bulma decided she was going to kill him the next time she see's him. Yeah! He'll die! She started to cackle evilly and kick her legs. But did she really want to kill him?

Nobody really touched her like that, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to give that feeling away so soon. Wait! He's a fucking Leech! He dies!

She stood up and grabbed her umbrella and decided to walk to around the park.

……..

They danced though 4 songs before Goku gently placed his lips on hers.

She drew back and the look on her face was almost comical.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha-"

She silenced him by kissing him back.

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Ok the end of my third chapter I hope you liked it. REVIEW! Not much action, but there was some. I'll try to update soon.

Bye

-Painted1Golden