A/N: I know that in the last chapter, it was chapter four, that was my mistake. Will fix it when I feel up to it. This is Chapter four, that was chapter three. I'm sure you guys are smart enough to have figured that out. Just letting you all know that, no, Vegeta isn't a vampire. It'll all be explained in the later chapters.
Chapter Four:
::You know what you have to do in order to save all World Kind from total destruction. You know what you have to do so do it. Your epic journey begins here more so than it did on the day you made your vow my son:: A warm tingle shot down his spine, fingers becoming warm as his vision blurred out of focus.
Memories that he thought he had pushed away came flooding back to the surface of his mind and he found himself staring out the window and into another time. He was taken back, way back until he was only the tender age of 6.
She stood against the wall, pale hands pressed against the cool surface as her right cheek lies against it, chilling her fevered flesh. Teary blue eyes look out from under dark lashes towards the shadowed corner, liquid seeping from her eyes; dripping down her flesh and off of her chin. The fingers of her left hand curls, nails wanting to dig into the wall as they raked away some of the paint. Sobs broke through her slightly parted lips, teeth clenching together as she tries to ebb away the choking sound that came from her throat. Ebony tumbled down her back, the waves reaching her hips and stopping against the blackish blue fabric of her full skirt. Bare shoulders move softly as she cries, tears falling quicker from the blue orbs, flooding her cheeks with their salty drops. Lids falling closed as she fights to hold herself up. She didn't see or hear the little figure that was sitting in a tree, trying to block out the noise from the party.
The blue black of her skirt catches on a tack in the wall as she turns to leave, pulling the material away from her body. But she doesn't notice. Pale fingers wrap around the black velvet choker around her neck, the strip falling from her flesh as she tugs sharply. Leaving the secluded darkness of her self-inflicted prison, she gathers up her skirt in her left hand, walking out of the door and into the unsuspecting night. Tilting her face upwards, she gazes painfully on the stars that shone brightly in their indigo blanket, dancing to a silent waltz. Everything around her danced, and yet she was the only one that was left out. Stepping towards the thick covering of the outstretched forest, she melts away into the shadows, leaving behind a world of happiness. Dark eyes look down from their spot in the tree, watching with young curiosity.
The moonlight vaguely seeped through the dense canopy, decorating choice rocks and twigs with its silvery rays, giving them a coating of glitter. Her feet were bare, having lost her shoes long ago in the flight away from the light and she had to step carefully, aware of the sharp rocks and sticks that could easily puncture the tender flesh of her feet. She walks into a clearing filled with the colors of the rainbow, wildflowers waving a greeting to her as the breeze tickles and caresses each petal and stem. Nocturnal birds call out to each other in salutations, welcoming the inky night with song. Kneeling to the ground, her skirt flaring out around her folded knees; she sits in the serene stillness surrounded by the playful flowers as they brush against the flesh of her arms. His small frame kept silently to the shadows as he watched for a few minutes, looking and waiting to see what was going to happen.
Gathering up a handful of wild daisies, she holds them to her corset-incased torso as she slowly stands up. Stray leaves and fallen petals found themselves attached to her skirt as she walks out of the pale clearing and back into the darkness once more. She knew the path well, her feet needing no guidance from her eyes, as she had walked to her destination many times before. The bubbling of a wide pool makes her eyes lift from looking at the whiteness of the silken petals of the flowers in her hands. Right hand letting go, she holds onto the rough bark of a low branch, holding her up until she found her footing to the shallows of the lake. Water wetting her skirt as she walks farther and farther into the frigid liquid until she stands waist-deep, sad eyes looking out all around her observing and taking in the tranquil sights before her. Something wasn't right and he knows this now. Turning around, he run as quickly as he can back into the house to find his father.
A doe and her fawn were drinking at the lake-edge, their tawny fur golden as the moon found its way to the forest pool. She walked deeper, the water now covering her shoulders, hands once more clutching the flowers to her breast. Raven locks float out behind her in wet strands, acting like a cape as she walked deeper yet, water coming to her chin. Everything becomes silent as she turns around and stretches out onto her back. Opening her mouth, water floods into the entrance as she swallows it. The weight of her body makes her drop deeper under the water as she stares at the shimmering surface. The daisies leave her hands and float to the still face of the lake, fingertips outstretching to snatch the flowers back to her chest though she grabs nothing but water. Shoulders reach the bottom of the lake first, the sand biting into her flesh, hair floating out around her ominously. Her skirt billows out around her legs as the currents in the pool make it drift to and fro, hints of pale skin showing every few moments.
Booted feet run through the forest only minutes later led by a man with the little boy in his arms. They stopped at the edge of the pool and looked down to see what once was a beautiful woman in life and only to become an ugly woman in death. Her hair fanned upwards, blocking the sight of her face as she lay in the bottom of the woodland lake, hands resting neatly at her sides. Black ears were lifted, the moonlight dancing off of the pale flesh on the inside of the furred surface while her slender tail drifted around with the undercurrent. She was dead.
The little boy wiggled free from his fathers arms and ran to the edge of the lake to look down at his mother. Tears flood from his dark eyes as his tail hung limply behind his back as his hands curled into fists, nails digging into the tender flesh of his young palms. "Mater." He whimpered, sliding to the ground, knees becoming damp.
"Come Vegeta...there is nothing more we can do here. Your mother is dead." His fathers voice was cold and uncaring, almost as if he never loved the woman that lay, sleeping for the rest of eternity under the blanket of the lake. The little boy wouldn't move from his spot, eyes glazing over as tears ran over his human face. "I said come!"
"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving mater!" Rough hands picked up the little boy by wrapping themselves around his small torso. Strong digits crushed against flexible ribs forcing them to cave in making Vegeta gasp out in pain.
"She's dead. If she loved you, she's have stayed alive. She didn't love you."
His young mind couldn't take the torment any longer and as his body was picked up off of the ground, his legs lashed out behind him. Vegeta was dropped to the ground as his father let out a grunt of pain and doubled over. Scrambling away and back to the water's edge, he jumped in and tugged on his mother's ankle, the only part that he could reach, back to the waters edge.. "MATER! MATER DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME MATER!" The little voice rang through the trees, bouncing off of the thick trunks to make its way to the stars. Please Mater, I will do anything, anything for you to come back. Anything. I promise Mater, if there is anything I can do for you...I shall do it. I promise. I promise with all of my heart.
The smell of lilies drifted to his nose as a warming touch landed on his shoulder. ::My dearest child, my little love. I have always loved you and always will love you. I have failed in my task of breaking the evil from the world. When you are older you shall understand what it is that I have been trying to do. You must seek out one that is of our own, but isn't like us. She will be different in ways and yet she will need your help. Help her Vegeta, help her to know what life is. Together you two will be able to force out the spells that have bound hearts with evil. It is up to you, my little love to ensure that all World Kind is kept safe. Your task will not be easy but you will have help when you need it. Don't turn your back on your friends but watch out for your father. On the eve of your eleventh birthday he shall do something that will harm you. Avoid that. Run away my love, run away and never look back. You shall find friends in places you did not expect. Promise me. Promise me that the eve before your birthday you shall run away::
I promise Mater...I promise!
::When you go, make sure to take with you the Circlet of Manjan-Til. It'll be one of the weapons to help in the war that is going to come. I wish I was there to help you my son. I wish that I was still there. Know that in your heart I shall be watching over you and will send help when I can. You will never be alone. You might feel that you're alone, but you never will be::
"Bulma!" The room was just as it was, Chi-Chi still sobbing over Bulma's dead body. The smell of Damian was still thick in the air which had meant that while he was locked in the hours of his memories, seconds had only passed in the real world. Fingertips itched with heat as it spiralled up to his palms, then his arms, and then down his body. He knew what he had to do. Running into the room that was appointed his he dashed over to the pile of clothing that was folded on a chair. Picking up his great cape, he ripped apart the living and shoved his arm into the hole that it had created.
His hand wrapped around a warm piece of metal and pulled it through. Links clinked together as he dropped the cape to the floor and then ran back into the room. "Move!" he barked out, pushing Chi-Chi away from the deceased woman. Crawling up onto the bed, he placed both of his knees on either side of her thighs and bent his head down to the burnt, poisoned flesh. Resting his hands on either side of the woman's head, he bent forward and placed his lips just over her heart.
Fingers dug into the bed silken sheets wrinkling under his tight grip as his lips parted and his teeth bit into the burning flesh. The black liquid tasted like burnt flesh as he sucked some of it into his mouth. Once he got a full mouthful, he looked around, eyes tearing up as the substance burnt away all of the tender flesh inside his mouth. There was a silver jug beside the table holding water and he spit the poison into it. Every one looked on as Vegeta held the jug, and some shining links around his fist. Again and again the process was repeated until he thought that he could no longer take holding the vile stuff in his mouth. After the last mouthful, blood now pooled into the water, mixing with the blackness.
No one said anything as they all watched Vegeta. Chi-Chi had wrapped her arms around herself, Goku moving closer to her to put an arm around her shoulder, pressing her close to his side. Krillin stood beside Goku with his eyes wide. Would it be possible that this man had the power to draw out the poison? It looked as if he was, spitting mouthful upon mouthful of the dreaded substance into the water jar. Was it possible that he could bring life back into the lifeless body?
A full two minutes had passed since Bulma had taken her last breath though Vegeta had yet to stop his mouth from drawing out more of the poison. Then something happened. Chi-Chi let out a gasp as the black mark that had marred Bulma's torso started to fade. Vegeta took out another mouthful, and replaced his lips, cheeks sinking in as he sucked furiously over the woman's heart. At least, instead of the burning, he felt something warmer, something more soothing enter his mouth. Blood, her blood. He spit it into the jug and pulled his mouth away. Her chest and stomach were no longer inflamed and black, but milky white and very raw looking. But his job wasn't done. She had lost a lot of blood and it needed to be replaced, but in order for it to be replaced, she needed to be alive.
Bringing up his fist, he unclasped his fingers from around the metal links that he clutched in his hand and spread the two edges out so that they draped over her neck. The thin pieces of metal were not just any metal, but silver and gold. Each were an inch wide and squared at the edges. In the center, however, was a small blue stone embedded on ivory wings. It rested between her collarbones and laid flat.
"I call upon the powers of the mighty Manjan-Til Goddess of Life. Hear my prayers and let this woman's heart beat once more. I command you, Circlet of Manjan-Til, obey my orders and let your Goddess' grace fill this body!"
A whispered gasp parted Bulma's lips as her chest rose upwards. The hard part was over. Lifting his wrist to his lips, his teeth quickly tore open a small wound. Moving to sit beside her head, he placed his bleeding wrist over her lips and rubbed the wound against them. They parted slowly, allowing the life-force to enter her mouth. She swallowed, and then swallowed again. He pulled back only after he became dizzy. She lay, breathing in heavy gulps on the bed, the wound on her heart slowly closing over.
He was about to remove the Circlet from around her next when it flashed with yellow, encasing Bulma with the hued haze. He tried to look but couldn't as his eyes were forced away from the figure to look at the floor. No one could see what was going on, no one was allowed to see.
And then it was gone, as quickly as it came. He smelled lilies for a quick moment before it faded away with the light. Bulma lay sleeping peacefully, the Circlet still on her flesh and as he pulled it away he wasn't the only one that let out a startled gasp for there, resting between her collarbones was the exact replica of the wings that were just there.
"It is done." Vegeta stood up from the bed and took a few staggering steps forward before he started to sway. Strong arms caught him as his eyes rolled into his head and he fainted with exhaustion.
Goku looked over his shoulder at Chi-Chi as she stood dumbfounded staring at her best friend who was dead as dead could be minutes ago, sleeping peacefully. Shaking her head she quickly undid the restraints and threw them to the floor. That was when she saw the pile of gowns littering the ground and there was only one person she could think of that would have such disrespect.
Keniko.