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Woopsy.this chapter was supposed to be chapt 2, but I guess I messed up.but this was supposed to be after chapter one, so yea..eh heh, and please, more reviews!!!!
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Goku knew where Vegeta was all along. No one, with the sensing powers of the Z fighters, could not walk around and not even sense Vegeta's ki power. Goku knew Vegeta, and knew he was angry. He could feel Vegeta's angry power even in bed, trying to sleep. But Vegeta's power was massive, not even close to being unnoticeable. But it was only Goku who knew the anger Vegeta had; only others could sense power, but not the anger.
Goku could tell life forces disappearing: life forces of animals. He knew Vegeta was killing little creatures that couldn't fend for themselves. But Goku did not go to Vegeta, and neither did the others. The others did not go because they knew of Vegeta's power, and they could not match it, except for Goku. As for Goku, he did not go to Vegeta for he thought it had to be Vegeta's thought and choice to finally come to his senses and return to Bulma. It was no one else's job to tell him what to do.
It was a month later after his disappearance did Goku finally confronted Vegeta. It was because Goku felt human life force disappearing, not animals anymore. HUMANS.
Chi-Chi noticed her husband stiffen. And, like a wife's instinct to read her husband's thoughts, Chi-Chi knew what was happening.
"Go to him." Chi-Chi said softly. "Someone needs to stop him."
Gohan caught his mother's concern voice and looked at his father. "Dad?"
Goku nodded at his wife and stood up. His grim face changed to a happy-go- lucky mood as he looked down at his son and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry son. I'll be back."
Goku placed his two fingers on his forehead and instant-transmitted to Vegeta's location. Goku was surprised to find himself inside a house. He saw Vegeta raising his hand, and he heard the cry of the family Vegeta was about to kill.
"Vegeta, no!" Goku yelled and elbowed the back of Vegeta's head, knocking him out instantly. Vegeta fell to the floor and laid there limply, saliva drooling out of the corner of his opened mouth. Goku heard the gasps of the frightened family and looked at them.
It was a family of two parents, three sons, and three daughters; none probably reached the age of 19 yet. They all hugged each other closer, the father in the front, trying to protect his family.
"What do you guys want?" the father asked, his voice quivering with fear.
"Hey, it's going to be ok." Goku assured with his hands up. He felt sorry for the family. By the looks of the food that was on the floor in a mess, they were probably having dinner. But there wasn't much food, and the house looked like it could fall any minute. "I'm going to take my friend and go." The father nodded and gulped.
Goku picked up Vegeta and heaved him over his shoulder. He was turning to leave when he heard a little girl's voice. "What are we going to eat now, papa?"
Goku paused to listen. The father spoke. "We.we could try to catch some fish, dear."
It was the eldest son's turn to speak. He was probably around the age of fifteen or fourteen. "But the lake is seven miles away from here."
"And I'm hungry!" another little girl's voice whined. Goku didn't want to listen to anything else and instant transmitted out of there. He landed by a river. He placed Vegeta lightly on the floor and dived into the river where he caught a huge fish big enough to fill a family. Goku then went into the woods and killed a deer. Finally, Goku instant transmitted to the family's home.
Using his powers (now I don't know even they are able to do this, but in my story they can), Goku heated the deer until it was cooked. He then knocked on the door. He waited till the father opened it.
"Hear!" Goku said happily as he brought the cooked deer in first and then placed it on the table, which broke instantly. Goku shook his head. "It's cooked, by the way. Oh, and the fish is outside. It's not cooked yet. Do you think you have a place to put it?"
The father nodded, staring at the cooked deer. His family was staring at it with so much hunger. "We have a storage-"
"The one outside?" Without waiting, Goku ran out and placed the fish inside there. He did not know where to get the ice, but then he thought of Bulma. Bulma had everything!.
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It was moments later when Goku had everything finished. Actually, he had asked Bulma to give charity to a poor family, which he had showed to her with his instant transmission. Once she saw it, she took out her cell phone and called a store.
Minutes later, trucks came and arrived at the house. The family was dumbstruck about everything. Bulma had told them she would pay for it because it was no problem.
The surprising thing was that they tore the house down first. Goku was gone by then, going to check on Vegeta, which Bulma did not know was around.
Bulma had the house torn down after the family had their leftover belongings, which wasn't much, out. One of the leftovers was family-passed- down items and toys they kept for memories. Once the house was torn down, Bulma had it built again, this time there were four bedrooms, two people in each one instead of all of them sharing. There was three bathrooms to come with it, a large living room, a nice kitchen with a dining room attached to it with no walls between to divide it, and a huge porch, and many more.
Trucks came and go, unloading items like clothing, cars, house items, until it was all finally empty. The house looked exactly like any other, pretty, new, and firm. Everyone had new clothes, and the children had new toys. The mother and father had gotten three cars, one for each of them and the third for their growing eldest son who was about to reach the age of sixteen.
Bulma hired tutors to come in and teach the children education since they were so far from the city. The father had gotten a job from Bulma, and since they were far away, Bulma hired a helicopter to pick him up and bring him to work. And the mother stayed as a housewife.
All of these things were down in less than 12 hours thanks to Bulma's power of wealth. Feeling happy about her, and happy that she had not given a thought of Vegeta, Bulma went home and worked on an invention she was working on before she got interrupted for very great reasons.
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During the whole thing with Bulma, Goku went back to check on Vegeta. He was surprised to see Vegeta sitting on a huge rock by the river and was staring at it.
"Why were you going to kill them, Vegeta?" Goku asked quietly as he stood by Vegeta.
"Why did you stop me, Kakkarot?" Vegeta's voice was chilly and angry and gruff as usual and Goku was not afraid.
"I asked you first."
"I'm not going to confide in you, if that's what you're thinking."
"I'm only asking you why you were going to kill that helpless family."
Vegeta was silent. "Because they were happy."
"So?"
"I can't stand them!" Vegeta said angrily. "Even if there was eight of them, and so little food, and a house that looked like it would break with one breath, they were still able to be happy. How can the father enjoy having six little brats!"
"Believe or not, Vegeta, but those little brats are called children and they are special."
"What can they do? They whine a lot and they only make you pay for more food!" Vegeta picked up a rock and threw it.
"Think about what they can be when they grow up." Goku said. "And when they become something special, you could say 'Hey, that's my kid' and be proud for what they did."
"How about I do something special, and say 'Hey, I did that.'" Vegeta smirked. "That would be much better."
Goku sighed. "Vegeta, you're going to be a parent some day. You have the responsibility to care for the child and father it."
Vegeta was quiet. And then he said. "For all we know, that could probably be someone else's child. You know how she dated that weak human, and the child could be his, or any other's man she crawled into bed-"
Vegeta did not finish because Goku hit him across the face.
"I will not hear you call Bulma a-a.that!" Goku could not bring himself to say the word 'slut.' But Bulma was not that at all. That was the point. "Bulma is one of the people I know who are strong, not physically, but mentally. She may have a big mouth, but she has a great personality. She's filled with determination and she's very wise. How she ended up with you is beyond me.
Vegeta wiped his face with the back of his hand and glared back at Goku. He then stood up. "I don't care if she's one or not. I don't care about her, and neither do I care about that child she will give birth to. It's my decision and my will."
Goku thought of Trunks, the way he looked so much like his father. How can someone so kind and nice come from a cold and mean man?
"If you're done staring, I want you to leave me alone!" Vegeta yelled and blasted away, white aura surrounding him, but he stopped when he heard Goku call after him.
"Someday you're going to realize how special she is to you!" Goku yelled. "And when you do, it would be too late to get her back. You'll regret that you weren't by her side when she needed you. I know you love her! But you refuse to admit it! People can be strong even when they love someone who isn't.
"Don't you even forget about the child in her stomach, your child. The child will grow up hating you, hating you for never being there to watch him walk and say his first words, for not being there when there was a parent conference, and for not being there at his mother's funeral! And when you do begin to want a child to hold and love, your child will not be there for you because you never were there!"
Goku took a deep breath. Vegeta was still floating there, listening with his back to Goku, so he continued. "You say Bulma is weak. But you're the one who is! You're too afraid to just admit you have feelings for Bulma. Now that is weak. You can't accept it because you're too afraid. Too afraid! Do you hear me? Good!
"You're strong, Vegeta, but you're weak inside. And when you're weak inside, then you aren't strong at all."
Vegeta turned to Goku, a smirk on his face that it angered Goku even more. "When did you become a poet? You sure are dumb, Kakkarot. It was because of love that made you like this." He chuckled again and flew away.
Goku sighed. Bulma did not deserve to be treated as someone to be set aside. Goku thought Bulma didn't deserve Vegeta at all.
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The demon behind the tree watched Bulma carefully, planning his attack. He licked his lips and then his fangs, his cold blue eyes burning into her. She did not know he was out there, watching her in the dark.
Oh, he has been waiting for so long to have her. That man she loved was gone, maybe out of her life forever, and now he had a chance to have her finally with no interference. He couldn't wait to take her with him to be his wife, his lover, his own.
With perfect eye vision, he saw her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were like the color of the sky in the morning, so clear. But he was never aloud to go out into the sun and look at the sky. The sun would burn him, but he saw skies how they looked like in picture books his mother used to read him. He was no vampire, but a demon. Now, if he ever wanted to look at the sky again, he would look into her beautiful eyes. And if he wanted to touch it, he would run his hands though her hair and smell her fresh fragrant.
It wasn't only her beauty that captivated him, but it was her personality. She was wise, smart, strategic, and a smart-ass. He loved that in a woman. And the other perfect thing was that she couldn't fight. It would be perfect if she would run into his arms of protection if there was danger, and hold him with love to be careful when he would have to fight.
In the past, he was kind and generous to others. But after his parents died, their death left him to be a bitter cold man with no mercy to others. If anyone tried to enter his territory with evil reasons, or any reason to kill him, he would order his men to kill that trespasser with no hesitation. This all began when he was only fifteen, and at that age, it was hard to take care of his kingdom when you are an only child.
Now, only twenty-seven, Bulma would become his wife, and the queen of his kingdom. And together, they shall take over the world.
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Bulma felt that weird feeling like someone was watching her. She looked away from her invention and out the window. But it was dark and she could not see anything. She could have sworn she saw a flash of blue. She shrugged and continued back to her invention.
After a few hours, tired began to claim her. She yawned and stretched her arms back. She took off her apron she used if oil was to squirt out and hit her. She wiped her oily hands with it as she walked to the door.
And then she felt that weird feeling again. Bulma paused to look back out the window. She thought it would be Vegeta. Thinking it could be him, she did not want to look like she was desperate and hoping it would be him. She thought the apron away, and walked out the door, switching the lights off on the way.
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Ah, she was finally going to bed. The demon moved stealthily like a professional and quietly around the house. He reached her balcony and checked to see if she left her sliding door unlocked. It was. He smiled gleefully as he slid it open and walked in. The warm greeted him as he closed the door. He shuddered. How could someone sleep in here?
Suddenly, he heard footsteps, so he quickly hid into the dark corner of the room. Using his demon powers, he became invincible. He could only become that in the dark, never in the light. He heard the door open, and he continued to press his back to the wall.
She walked in looking so tired that he pitied her. She didn't turn on the main light, but instead the little night light on the opposite of the demon. Luckily, it wasn't bright enough for him to become seen again.
But he watched with huge eyes as she walked his way to get to the door that was beside him. She opened the door and walked inside.
He let out a breath as he heard as she turns knobs to turn on the shower. He sat down and began to think of his plans. He would take her when she would be asleep so she wouldn't scream. He knew her scream. She did that a lot at Vegeta, and he knew her friends could hear. But he wasn't afraid of any of them. But he had to be careful around Vegeta and Goku.
The demon saw how they spar together. They didn't hold anything back and fought with all they got. Keep that up, and they might destroy part of the town.
He heard Bulma humming in the bathroom, and his thoughts drifted to her. The first time he saw her was when she and a little boy appeared out of nowhere with that saiy-jin and many nameks in the woods. He saw her as her blue eyes brighten when she suggested that the nameks stay at her house for there was plenty of space for them. She had also suggested Vegeta stay there to because he was 'kind of' cute. The demon had also heard Vegeta call her a name 'bone-head.' The demon was angered. Such a beautiful creature did not deserve that. And then he knew that blue haired and blue eyes angel was his soul mate. He decided to spy on her for a while.
His reason for being in the woods was to check the planet out, to see if there was any way of taking it over. And there was, until many other strong people arrived. He watched as the humans used dragonballs to make people come to life. He also had heard that the strongest being they thought was dead was actually alive somewhere. The demon was there when a purple haired stranger from the future appeared and killed Frieza and his father easily. The demon laughed at that. He could have defeated Frieza and his father in less than a second could.
When Goku arrived in a small space pod, the demon finally had a glimpse of the man's face. He would have looked puny if it weren't for the muscles, but the saiy-jin was very jolly and happy-go-lucky. Maybe he was strong physically, but maybe he wasn't strong in the inside. Maybe blood made him sick.
The demon heard the purple-haired saiy-jin tell Goku about the future and the upcoming androids. He had also heard he was the son of Vegeta and Bulma.
He could not believe it at first. But then he would change that. He would make Bulma his, and then that purple haired boy would be his child instead.
But it was too late now. If only he had taken Bulma from there instead of waiting. He was there when he saw Bulma tell Vegeta and he also saw her get hit. He was there to protect her hit against the wall, making the pain less painful, but she had still hit the wall. The only reason he let Vegeta leave was to be alone and look at Bulma.
She looked so hurt and sad even if she was unconscious. Yet, he did not take her to his kingdom. He did not want to take her and knew that she would still be thinking of Vegeta. He would wait till her love for Vegeta was gone.
And now, this very minute, she was done taking a shower. He knew that she hated Vegeta now. She did not want that stupid saiy-jin.
He turned his thoughts to the door as it opened a Bulma wrapped in a small towel that ended at her mid-thigh, and another towel holding her hair up. She walked to her drawer and picked up a hair dryer. She dropped the towel around her hair and began to dry her hair.
He watched her face in the mirror. She was really tired. He wanted to just take her right there to his kingdom and let her rest with him. But she would scream of course. So he waited.
And then, something else happened. His eyes widened with eager and surprised as she turned of her hair dryer and ran though her fingers through her soft dry hair now. But that wasn't what that had gotten his attention. She had dropped the towel around her and was now standing bare- naked. He blushed with embarrassment. She began to dry herself with the towel, and he could feel himself turning hot and sweaty, and he was still blushing.
She walked to her closet, which was near him. He saw her take out her pajamas and started to dress herself. He would not forget the way her hips swayed gracefully, and he would never forget the way her breasts jumped every time she took a step.
He sighed when she was pulling her shirt over her head, but then stiffened when she stopped in mid air, the shirt not covering her breasts yet. She had heard him! He tried to calm himself down and waited for her to put her shirt on. As if thinking it would help, he turned his head away. He was grateful when he heard the sound of her getting under her bed sheets to sleep. He looked at her and wasn't surprised to see her fall asleep once her head touched the pillow, her mouth opened slightly with innocence.
He cherished this moment for a little while. She looked like a sweet angel. And soon, she would be his angel. He stepped away from his hiding area, the moonlight shining upon him, and he became visible. He waited a little longer to make sure she was asleep. Then he picked her up, still wrapped in her blanket. He covered her some more before a black dimensional hole opened up before him. He kissed Bulma on the forehead and together, stepped into the dimensional hole. It closed behind him, closing the only exit for Bulma to ever escape.
Woopsy.this chapter was supposed to be chapt 2, but I guess I messed up.but this was supposed to be after chapter one, so yea..eh heh, and please, more reviews!!!!
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Goku knew where Vegeta was all along. No one, with the sensing powers of the Z fighters, could not walk around and not even sense Vegeta's ki power. Goku knew Vegeta, and knew he was angry. He could feel Vegeta's angry power even in bed, trying to sleep. But Vegeta's power was massive, not even close to being unnoticeable. But it was only Goku who knew the anger Vegeta had; only others could sense power, but not the anger.
Goku could tell life forces disappearing: life forces of animals. He knew Vegeta was killing little creatures that couldn't fend for themselves. But Goku did not go to Vegeta, and neither did the others. The others did not go because they knew of Vegeta's power, and they could not match it, except for Goku. As for Goku, he did not go to Vegeta for he thought it had to be Vegeta's thought and choice to finally come to his senses and return to Bulma. It was no one else's job to tell him what to do.
It was a month later after his disappearance did Goku finally confronted Vegeta. It was because Goku felt human life force disappearing, not animals anymore. HUMANS.
Chi-Chi noticed her husband stiffen. And, like a wife's instinct to read her husband's thoughts, Chi-Chi knew what was happening.
"Go to him." Chi-Chi said softly. "Someone needs to stop him."
Gohan caught his mother's concern voice and looked at his father. "Dad?"
Goku nodded at his wife and stood up. His grim face changed to a happy-go- lucky mood as he looked down at his son and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry son. I'll be back."
Goku placed his two fingers on his forehead and instant-transmitted to Vegeta's location. Goku was surprised to find himself inside a house. He saw Vegeta raising his hand, and he heard the cry of the family Vegeta was about to kill.
"Vegeta, no!" Goku yelled and elbowed the back of Vegeta's head, knocking him out instantly. Vegeta fell to the floor and laid there limply, saliva drooling out of the corner of his opened mouth. Goku heard the gasps of the frightened family and looked at them.
It was a family of two parents, three sons, and three daughters; none probably reached the age of 19 yet. They all hugged each other closer, the father in the front, trying to protect his family.
"What do you guys want?" the father asked, his voice quivering with fear.
"Hey, it's going to be ok." Goku assured with his hands up. He felt sorry for the family. By the looks of the food that was on the floor in a mess, they were probably having dinner. But there wasn't much food, and the house looked like it could fall any minute. "I'm going to take my friend and go." The father nodded and gulped.
Goku picked up Vegeta and heaved him over his shoulder. He was turning to leave when he heard a little girl's voice. "What are we going to eat now, papa?"
Goku paused to listen. The father spoke. "We.we could try to catch some fish, dear."
It was the eldest son's turn to speak. He was probably around the age of fifteen or fourteen. "But the lake is seven miles away from here."
"And I'm hungry!" another little girl's voice whined. Goku didn't want to listen to anything else and instant transmitted out of there. He landed by a river. He placed Vegeta lightly on the floor and dived into the river where he caught a huge fish big enough to fill a family. Goku then went into the woods and killed a deer. Finally, Goku instant transmitted to the family's home.
Using his powers (now I don't know even they are able to do this, but in my story they can), Goku heated the deer until it was cooked. He then knocked on the door. He waited till the father opened it.
"Hear!" Goku said happily as he brought the cooked deer in first and then placed it on the table, which broke instantly. Goku shook his head. "It's cooked, by the way. Oh, and the fish is outside. It's not cooked yet. Do you think you have a place to put it?"
The father nodded, staring at the cooked deer. His family was staring at it with so much hunger. "We have a storage-"
"The one outside?" Without waiting, Goku ran out and placed the fish inside there. He did not know where to get the ice, but then he thought of Bulma. Bulma had everything!.
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It was moments later when Goku had everything finished. Actually, he had asked Bulma to give charity to a poor family, which he had showed to her with his instant transmission. Once she saw it, she took out her cell phone and called a store.
Minutes later, trucks came and arrived at the house. The family was dumbstruck about everything. Bulma had told them she would pay for it because it was no problem.
The surprising thing was that they tore the house down first. Goku was gone by then, going to check on Vegeta, which Bulma did not know was around.
Bulma had the house torn down after the family had their leftover belongings, which wasn't much, out. One of the leftovers was family-passed- down items and toys they kept for memories. Once the house was torn down, Bulma had it built again, this time there were four bedrooms, two people in each one instead of all of them sharing. There was three bathrooms to come with it, a large living room, a nice kitchen with a dining room attached to it with no walls between to divide it, and a huge porch, and many more.
Trucks came and go, unloading items like clothing, cars, house items, until it was all finally empty. The house looked exactly like any other, pretty, new, and firm. Everyone had new clothes, and the children had new toys. The mother and father had gotten three cars, one for each of them and the third for their growing eldest son who was about to reach the age of sixteen.
Bulma hired tutors to come in and teach the children education since they were so far from the city. The father had gotten a job from Bulma, and since they were far away, Bulma hired a helicopter to pick him up and bring him to work. And the mother stayed as a housewife.
All of these things were down in less than 12 hours thanks to Bulma's power of wealth. Feeling happy about her, and happy that she had not given a thought of Vegeta, Bulma went home and worked on an invention she was working on before she got interrupted for very great reasons.
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During the whole thing with Bulma, Goku went back to check on Vegeta. He was surprised to see Vegeta sitting on a huge rock by the river and was staring at it.
"Why were you going to kill them, Vegeta?" Goku asked quietly as he stood by Vegeta.
"Why did you stop me, Kakkarot?" Vegeta's voice was chilly and angry and gruff as usual and Goku was not afraid.
"I asked you first."
"I'm not going to confide in you, if that's what you're thinking."
"I'm only asking you why you were going to kill that helpless family."
Vegeta was silent. "Because they were happy."
"So?"
"I can't stand them!" Vegeta said angrily. "Even if there was eight of them, and so little food, and a house that looked like it would break with one breath, they were still able to be happy. How can the father enjoy having six little brats!"
"Believe or not, Vegeta, but those little brats are called children and they are special."
"What can they do? They whine a lot and they only make you pay for more food!" Vegeta picked up a rock and threw it.
"Think about what they can be when they grow up." Goku said. "And when they become something special, you could say 'Hey, that's my kid' and be proud for what they did."
"How about I do something special, and say 'Hey, I did that.'" Vegeta smirked. "That would be much better."
Goku sighed. "Vegeta, you're going to be a parent some day. You have the responsibility to care for the child and father it."
Vegeta was quiet. And then he said. "For all we know, that could probably be someone else's child. You know how she dated that weak human, and the child could be his, or any other's man she crawled into bed-"
Vegeta did not finish because Goku hit him across the face.
"I will not hear you call Bulma a-a.that!" Goku could not bring himself to say the word 'slut.' But Bulma was not that at all. That was the point. "Bulma is one of the people I know who are strong, not physically, but mentally. She may have a big mouth, but she has a great personality. She's filled with determination and she's very wise. How she ended up with you is beyond me.
Vegeta wiped his face with the back of his hand and glared back at Goku. He then stood up. "I don't care if she's one or not. I don't care about her, and neither do I care about that child she will give birth to. It's my decision and my will."
Goku thought of Trunks, the way he looked so much like his father. How can someone so kind and nice come from a cold and mean man?
"If you're done staring, I want you to leave me alone!" Vegeta yelled and blasted away, white aura surrounding him, but he stopped when he heard Goku call after him.
"Someday you're going to realize how special she is to you!" Goku yelled. "And when you do, it would be too late to get her back. You'll regret that you weren't by her side when she needed you. I know you love her! But you refuse to admit it! People can be strong even when they love someone who isn't.
"Don't you even forget about the child in her stomach, your child. The child will grow up hating you, hating you for never being there to watch him walk and say his first words, for not being there when there was a parent conference, and for not being there at his mother's funeral! And when you do begin to want a child to hold and love, your child will not be there for you because you never were there!"
Goku took a deep breath. Vegeta was still floating there, listening with his back to Goku, so he continued. "You say Bulma is weak. But you're the one who is! You're too afraid to just admit you have feelings for Bulma. Now that is weak. You can't accept it because you're too afraid. Too afraid! Do you hear me? Good!
"You're strong, Vegeta, but you're weak inside. And when you're weak inside, then you aren't strong at all."
Vegeta turned to Goku, a smirk on his face that it angered Goku even more. "When did you become a poet? You sure are dumb, Kakkarot. It was because of love that made you like this." He chuckled again and flew away.
Goku sighed. Bulma did not deserve to be treated as someone to be set aside. Goku thought Bulma didn't deserve Vegeta at all.
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The demon behind the tree watched Bulma carefully, planning his attack. He licked his lips and then his fangs, his cold blue eyes burning into her. She did not know he was out there, watching her in the dark.
Oh, he has been waiting for so long to have her. That man she loved was gone, maybe out of her life forever, and now he had a chance to have her finally with no interference. He couldn't wait to take her with him to be his wife, his lover, his own.
With perfect eye vision, he saw her bright blue eyes. Her eyes were like the color of the sky in the morning, so clear. But he was never aloud to go out into the sun and look at the sky. The sun would burn him, but he saw skies how they looked like in picture books his mother used to read him. He was no vampire, but a demon. Now, if he ever wanted to look at the sky again, he would look into her beautiful eyes. And if he wanted to touch it, he would run his hands though her hair and smell her fresh fragrant.
It wasn't only her beauty that captivated him, but it was her personality. She was wise, smart, strategic, and a smart-ass. He loved that in a woman. And the other perfect thing was that she couldn't fight. It would be perfect if she would run into his arms of protection if there was danger, and hold him with love to be careful when he would have to fight.
In the past, he was kind and generous to others. But after his parents died, their death left him to be a bitter cold man with no mercy to others. If anyone tried to enter his territory with evil reasons, or any reason to kill him, he would order his men to kill that trespasser with no hesitation. This all began when he was only fifteen, and at that age, it was hard to take care of his kingdom when you are an only child.
Now, only twenty-seven, Bulma would become his wife, and the queen of his kingdom. And together, they shall take over the world.
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Bulma felt that weird feeling like someone was watching her. She looked away from her invention and out the window. But it was dark and she could not see anything. She could have sworn she saw a flash of blue. She shrugged and continued back to her invention.
After a few hours, tired began to claim her. She yawned and stretched her arms back. She took off her apron she used if oil was to squirt out and hit her. She wiped her oily hands with it as she walked to the door.
And then she felt that weird feeling again. Bulma paused to look back out the window. She thought it would be Vegeta. Thinking it could be him, she did not want to look like she was desperate and hoping it would be him. She thought the apron away, and walked out the door, switching the lights off on the way.
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Ah, she was finally going to bed. The demon moved stealthily like a professional and quietly around the house. He reached her balcony and checked to see if she left her sliding door unlocked. It was. He smiled gleefully as he slid it open and walked in. The warm greeted him as he closed the door. He shuddered. How could someone sleep in here?
Suddenly, he heard footsteps, so he quickly hid into the dark corner of the room. Using his demon powers, he became invincible. He could only become that in the dark, never in the light. He heard the door open, and he continued to press his back to the wall.
She walked in looking so tired that he pitied her. She didn't turn on the main light, but instead the little night light on the opposite of the demon. Luckily, it wasn't bright enough for him to become seen again.
But he watched with huge eyes as she walked his way to get to the door that was beside him. She opened the door and walked inside.
He let out a breath as he heard as she turns knobs to turn on the shower. He sat down and began to think of his plans. He would take her when she would be asleep so she wouldn't scream. He knew her scream. She did that a lot at Vegeta, and he knew her friends could hear. But he wasn't afraid of any of them. But he had to be careful around Vegeta and Goku.
The demon saw how they spar together. They didn't hold anything back and fought with all they got. Keep that up, and they might destroy part of the town.
He heard Bulma humming in the bathroom, and his thoughts drifted to her. The first time he saw her was when she and a little boy appeared out of nowhere with that saiy-jin and many nameks in the woods. He saw her as her blue eyes brighten when she suggested that the nameks stay at her house for there was plenty of space for them. She had also suggested Vegeta stay there to because he was 'kind of' cute. The demon had also heard Vegeta call her a name 'bone-head.' The demon was angered. Such a beautiful creature did not deserve that. And then he knew that blue haired and blue eyes angel was his soul mate. He decided to spy on her for a while.
His reason for being in the woods was to check the planet out, to see if there was any way of taking it over. And there was, until many other strong people arrived. He watched as the humans used dragonballs to make people come to life. He also had heard that the strongest being they thought was dead was actually alive somewhere. The demon was there when a purple haired stranger from the future appeared and killed Frieza and his father easily. The demon laughed at that. He could have defeated Frieza and his father in less than a second could.
When Goku arrived in a small space pod, the demon finally had a glimpse of the man's face. He would have looked puny if it weren't for the muscles, but the saiy-jin was very jolly and happy-go-lucky. Maybe he was strong physically, but maybe he wasn't strong in the inside. Maybe blood made him sick.
The demon heard the purple-haired saiy-jin tell Goku about the future and the upcoming androids. He had also heard he was the son of Vegeta and Bulma.
He could not believe it at first. But then he would change that. He would make Bulma his, and then that purple haired boy would be his child instead.
But it was too late now. If only he had taken Bulma from there instead of waiting. He was there when he saw Bulma tell Vegeta and he also saw her get hit. He was there to protect her hit against the wall, making the pain less painful, but she had still hit the wall. The only reason he let Vegeta leave was to be alone and look at Bulma.
She looked so hurt and sad even if she was unconscious. Yet, he did not take her to his kingdom. He did not want to take her and knew that she would still be thinking of Vegeta. He would wait till her love for Vegeta was gone.
And now, this very minute, she was done taking a shower. He knew that she hated Vegeta now. She did not want that stupid saiy-jin.
He turned his thoughts to the door as it opened a Bulma wrapped in a small towel that ended at her mid-thigh, and another towel holding her hair up. She walked to her drawer and picked up a hair dryer. She dropped the towel around her hair and began to dry her hair.
He watched her face in the mirror. She was really tired. He wanted to just take her right there to his kingdom and let her rest with him. But she would scream of course. So he waited.
And then, something else happened. His eyes widened with eager and surprised as she turned of her hair dryer and ran though her fingers through her soft dry hair now. But that wasn't what that had gotten his attention. She had dropped the towel around her and was now standing bare- naked. He blushed with embarrassment. She began to dry herself with the towel, and he could feel himself turning hot and sweaty, and he was still blushing.
She walked to her closet, which was near him. He saw her take out her pajamas and started to dress herself. He would not forget the way her hips swayed gracefully, and he would never forget the way her breasts jumped every time she took a step.
He sighed when she was pulling her shirt over her head, but then stiffened when she stopped in mid air, the shirt not covering her breasts yet. She had heard him! He tried to calm himself down and waited for her to put her shirt on. As if thinking it would help, he turned his head away. He was grateful when he heard the sound of her getting under her bed sheets to sleep. He looked at her and wasn't surprised to see her fall asleep once her head touched the pillow, her mouth opened slightly with innocence.
He cherished this moment for a little while. She looked like a sweet angel. And soon, she would be his angel. He stepped away from his hiding area, the moonlight shining upon him, and he became visible. He waited a little longer to make sure she was asleep. Then he picked her up, still wrapped in her blanket. He covered her some more before a black dimensional hole opened up before him. He kissed Bulma on the forehead and together, stepped into the dimensional hole. It closed behind him, closing the only exit for Bulma to ever escape.