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GEKIDO DANCE
CHAPTER 3
"Ahem." She coughed while her own cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. "Thank you again. Vegeta.Oh you poor thing. You are freezing. I'll let you get changed now." Vegeta's cheek was deathly cold. She walked out of the room giving him a little smile upon her exit.
Vegeta stripped down to his underwear, lucky for him they weren't wet as well. The clothes Jay had got him were very warm. It was a long sleeved white shirt with a large black jumper and a pair of baggy denim jeans. In the time Vegeta was passed out, his boots had been drying by the small fire in the room, so he put them back on. He took out the money from the pocket of his other pants as well as the key to his motel room. It wasn't a very nice place he was staying in, but it was all he could afford until he got paid.
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The door to the room opened and Vegeta walked out in the clothes he was lent. He walked over to the group and saw that Juu was with them, as well as another female bartender. "Oh Vegeta, here is your list of things that you will be doing for bar training. This here is Robyn, her bar name is Mushi so you will call her that. She will be your trainer. You are to do everything she says. The boys will teach you the moves for the Gekido Dance. And Mushi will teach you the others." Vegeta nodded. Juuachigou passed him a list of things he was to do. It said:
THINGS TO DO: Learn how to mix different drinks and serve them Flipping bottles Dance moves Singing (optional) How to act What to do if a fight occurs What to do if audience gets out of control How to dress Cleaning up Rules of the bar
Vegeta quickly scanned over the list and tucked the paper in his pocket. "Jay also said to tell you that you can keep the clothes because they are too small for him now anyway. You start Monday night. Get some rest over the weekend, You'll need it." With that, Juu left to tend to the waiting people at the bar. Mushi grinned at him. "Let's get you accustomed to the place then." "Yeah."
Mushi was 24 years old and had been working as a dancer/bartender for 3 years. She was a very beautiful young woman, so she always got a lot of offers to go out on dates from many of the males who visited the club. But she never accepted any. It was against the club rules. Besides, they were all drunk, raving, ugly lunatics. One in particular never learnt his lesson. He always kept coming back for more. Trying to get her to go out with him. His name was Yamcha, and he constantly got hit over the head with a bottle, or got a slap from the female workers. Jay loved throwing the guy out into the street, so that's the only reason he let him in there. To give him "another chance." But everytime it turned out the same. Everyone knew he was a player. They just didn't know why he wouldn't just give up.
Mushi led Vegeta over to the bar, where she introduced the other workers. There was Brooke, Michelle and of course Juu, the owner of the club. The other two girls, Britany and Sarah, were having a break in a back room. The males on the bar dancing were Scott and Hawk. In actual fact, both of them were gay lovers. Only Juu and the other employees knew this as, one of the rules of the club was that every employee must make it seem like they are available as dating material to the opposite sex, but the other part to the rule was they weren't allowed to bring any boyfriends or girlfriends to the club as they could spark a fight if they got jealous. They had to play it cool and act all sexy and teasing up there in front of everyone. No one could let on that they were attracted to the same sex if they were.
Vegeta pretty much had the basics down. Mushi had even tried to show him how to spin and flip the bottles around in his hands, but he wasn't very successful. He kept crushing the glass in his hands. He was going to have to work on that one. She explained to him all the rules and showed him what to do with the other things on the list. He was to come back the next day to practice with the bottles and Mushi still had to show him how to mix and serve the drinks.
By the time she had finished, Vegeta was pretty tired. He spotted Bulma talking to a tall man with hair that stood out in every direction, and strolled over to her. "Hey Bulma. I'm tired and I'm heading back to the motel. See you tomorrow?" "Oh hi Vegeta, this is Goku, one of my best friends." Vegeta's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and he stared in opened-mouth disbelief at the man in front of him. "Kakarot.?" Goku turned around. "There is only one person who ever called me that name! Vegeta! I've missed you so much!" Goku yelled as he picked up his childhood friend in a crushing bearhug. "Put.me.down." Goku dropped the shorter man. "Ooops.Gomen Vegeta."
He laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "Obviously you two know each other already.So Vegeta. Where are you staying?" Bulma asked. "Oh just some crappy motel called "The Blue Tavern." (A/N: If this is a real place, then it is a complete coincidence. Not my fault.) "The Blue Tavern? Oh that place is a hellhole! Full of rats." Bulma made a face. "Tell me about it. It's the only place I can afford at the minute though." "Poor you." She sympathized. "Hey Bulma! Why don't you let him stay at Capsule Corp. with you? He's a good friend of mine, he won't cause too much trouble!" Goku thought out loud. "Yeah why not? I knew you had a brain in there for some reason Son-kun." Bulma laughed. Goku just scratched his head. "I don't get it." Vegeta and Bulma just shook their heads in pity that their friend could be so stupid. "So how about it Vegeta? You wanna stay with me?" "Sure. Anything to get away from that motel. My stuff is still there though." "No problem, I'll go get it for you." Goku enthusiastically said. "What room are you in?" "Ten." Vegeta replied simply. "Okay! I'll take it straight to Capsule Corp." With that, Goku raised his hand to his forehead and disppeared from sight. "Come on. Let's go." Bulma ordered.
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The trip to Capsule Corp. was relatively quiet. Not much was spoken between the two, besides the occasional question and answer. When they arrived, Bulma introduced Vegeta to her parents. They were happy to let him stay there, until he had enough money to get his own place. She led him up to a guest room which he could stay in. According to Dr. and Mrs Briefs, Goku had already dropped off Vegeta's things and left to go home. He had left the bags at the top of the stairs. Vegeta picked them up and followed Bulma into a room. "Well this is where you will be staying I guess. Make yourself at home, then come down to the kitchen and I'll get you something to eat. I'm sure you must be hungry." Vegeta nodded. "Yes, I am hungry, but I don't think you will have the type of thing I like. Either that or you will think it's completely disgusting and weird." "Okay." Bulma stared at him. "Oh again with the staring!" Bulma blushed. "So what kinds of things do you like?" Vegeta set the bags down on the floor at the end of the large, four- post, canopy bed. "You sure you won't freak out?" "Yes." "Very well then.I like raw meat." Bulma was silent for a few seconds. "We have sushi?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. "Not that kind of raw meat. I'm talking about stuff like raw steak. Preferably still fresh. Still warm." He licked his lips as he thought about it, and unknowingly he was staring at the carotid artery on the side of her neck, pulsating with every beat of her heart. How he would love to sink his teeth into her supple flesh, the sweet red blood flowing from the puncture mark on her neck and into his mouth. That reminded him, he hadn't bitten a human in a while. It made him want to grab the nearest person and drink from their life blood. He licked his lips again. Vegeta felt his teeth slide down as his body prepared to attack the being in front of him. "Vegeta? Are you okay?" Her worried voice snapped him out of his trance. He immediately realized what he was going to do, so he shut his mouth and turned away, trying to think of anything besides drinking her blood. "I'm fine. I will unpack now. You can go to the kitchen and wait for me." His voice sounded slightly muffled because of his teeth. "Don't be silly. I'll help you unpack." "NO!! ...I mean no thank you. I am fine by myself. You may leave." He took a quick peek over his shoulder at her. "Fine, I'll go make us some food.I'll see if we have any steak. It won't be fresh, but at least I won't have to cook it." With that said, she left the room.
Vegeta let out a sigh. "That was close. If she hadn't left when she did, she would have been my midnight snack." He looked around the room. It was quite large and decorated to his liking. The bed was a king sized canopy bed. The doona was made of black silk and was very fluffy, because it was packed tightly with feathers. The whole room had a royal feel to it. Just the way he liked, after all, he was the Prince of Darkness. Vegeta reached over and flipped the switch of a nearby lamp. It bathed the bedroom in an ethereal glow, as the lampshade was a blue colour. It didn't fill the whole room with light though; the shadows in the corners stood out, and it gave the place an eerie feel to it. He didn't mind, it suited his personality and what he actually was.
Being a Saiyan, he had super speed. Vegeta bent down and opened his bags. He used his super speed to unpack and put everything in the drawers or where they would normally belong. When he had finished, he took out two smaller black satchels. In one was his laptop computer and other computer acessories. He set them up on the desk next to the bed. Even though he knew no one else was in the room with him, he still looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was watching him open the next case. Inside, were 10 large plastic containers of pigs blood. He lifted one out of the case and unscrewed the lid. He took a sniff of it. To anyone else it would smell awful, like a dead animal. But to him, it smelt wonderful. He raised the bottle to his lips and gulped it down. It was a 1.5 litre container and he sculled it down all in one go, not taking a breath. A bit dribbled down his chin and he wiped it off with the back of his hand. Vegeta thought it would be a waste to just wipe the blood of his hand, it was expensive stuff. So he just licked it off. He took extra care to make sure he had no smears and stains on his face and then went downstairs.
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Bulma had gotten a large steak out of the freezer and defrosted it in the microwave. She decided to leave it warm, because that is what he said he liked. For herself, she just made a cup of coffee. When she had turned around to sit at the table, Vegeta was already sitting there. "AHHH! Godammit!" Bulma nearly spilt her drink all over herself. She hadn't expected him to be there already. She sat down across from him. "How did you get unpacked so quickly?" "I have my ways." He smirked. Bulma pointed to the steak. "There. That's yours." He nodded in thanks. Vegeta pulled the plate with the steak on it over to him. Bulma watched him. His face was down and he was about to cut into the meat. "You're staring again, onna." Bulma blushed again. "It's not my fault that you are eating raw steak." Vegeta gave her a quick glance. "Hn." He cut up the steak and put some in his mouth. Bulma made a face.
"If you don't approve of what I eat, then maybe you shouldn't watch." He told her after he swallowed. "It's not that I don't approve, it's because I have never seen anything except animals eat raw meat. Well apart from sushi, then most people don't eat it raw because you can get food poisoning from it." "I have eaten raw meat all my life. It is a part of my tradition. I cannot survive without it. It is best if the beast has just been killed. Then the blood and meat is stil warm. The reason why you people get sick, is because you package it, not eat it straight from the body." "Oh yuck! GROSS! That is disgusting!" A hurt look flashed across his eyes for a second, but he went back to eating his food. Bulma sighed. "I'm sorry. It's part of your culture, I shouldn't have said that. If that is what you eat from wherever you come from, then that is what I'll get you. But it will be store bought. I'm not killing any innocent creatures. It's not part of our way of life." "You kill animals for sport, only to hang up their pelts for trophies. You dispose of their insides, when they could be used for something useful. What kind of wasteful culture do you live in? And anyway, it's not a matter of where I come from. It is what I am." Bulma looked confused. Mentally, Vegeta was reprimanding himself for giving so much information away. "What do you mean? What are you?" Vegeta waved his hand in a nonchalant manner. "Never mind. It is none of your concern." Vegeta finished off the last of his steak and took the plate and utensils to the sink.
"I wish to retire now. I will see you in the morning." "Okay then." Bulma was still puzzled by his answer before. He walked to the kitchen door. "Oh. Before I forget, does this place have any adequate training facilities?" "Yeah. We have weight rooms and gyms and even a gravity room that I have been working on. It should be finished by the end of this week. You can try it if you think you can stand doubling earth's gravity." Vegeta snorted. "Two times earth's gravity is nothing to me. I trained in 300 times earths natural gravity where I came from." Bulma's eyes widened. "Th-three h- hundred? T-that's impossible." "Not for me onna." With that, he left the room. 'Wow. That guy is amazing. There is something he is hiding; I can tell. He is all dark and mysterious. His eyes just burn into mine, like he's looking into my soul. Oh why do I have to be attracted to the bad boys?!' She whined in her head. Bulma got up and drained the last few dregs of her coffee and took the same path Vegeta did; out of the room and up the stairs.
She opened the door and walked into her room. Bulma changed into her pyjamas and got into bed.
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6:00am. Vegeta woke up before anyone else in the mansion. He was an early riser and liked to sit outside and feel the breeze on his face. He was one of the very few vampires who were able to go into the sunlight without bursting into flames and be killed. In fact, it was only in his bloodline that vampires could stand the sun. Perhaps it was because he was a Saiyan. He threw back the covers and got out of bed. He wasn't wearing anything, opting to sleep in the nude. He stretched out his many muscles and he heard his spine pop as it bended. Vegeta opened the doors to his balcony and stepped outside. He lent against the railing and watched the sunrise, grateful for the fact he was able. He was standing there for half an hour, when he decided it would be best to go inside before anyone saw him in his natural state.
Bulma's sleep was disrrupted by her dreams. She dreamt about none other than the man in the room next to her; Vegeta. Who would have thought that after meeting a guy the night before, would have led to dreams such as this. It had made her very aroused and she was left wondering if he was as good in bed in real life as he was in her dream. She couldn't get the image of his naked, sweaty body out of her head. She blushed just thinking about how bid she dreamed he was. 'Dammit Bulma! Get a hold of yourself! You just met him last night, for crying out loud!'
Meanwhile, Vegeta was in his room doing some Tai Chi movements to relax himself for the day ahead. He still hadn't put any clothes on. He liked the feeling of not having any restrictions to his movements. The feeling of the slight breeze blowing through the open doors was enough to make him aroused. It made him remember that he hadn't gotten any in quite some time. 210 years to be exact. He had been asleep in his tomb for the last 200 years, and had only just woken up 5 years ago. Vegeta was 600 years old in total, and wasn't even showing any signs of aging. It took some getting used to the new technological advances that occurred during his sleep, but luckily he had been around long enough to get the drift of where they were headed in the technology sense. His favourite part of history was when man had landed on the moon. He had found it halarious, because they thought it was a great accomplishment, when he himself had come from a different galaxy altogether. But Vegeta suspected that the cause of his arousal wasn't just from the wind. The blue haired onna had invaded his dreams last night. Lucky for him, he never needed much sleep. A few hours would be sufficient. And being asleep for 200 years kinda makes you sick of it.
He stopped the movements thought about evil, unerotic thoughts. Once his erection subsided, he put some clothes on. He chose to wear a black shirt, loose fitting black slacks with a belt, an ankle length black leather jacket and a pair of black army boots. Then he got out the case full of pigs blood in the containers, and sculled another one down. He zipped up the case and hid it under the bed with his other bags. This done, he walked out of his room. As he turned back around from shutting his door, he ran into Bulma, who was sleepily rubbing her eyes as she walked to the stairs. "Ooof!" Bulma had thought she had ran into the wall. It wouldn't be suprising if she did in her current state. When she ran into Vegeta, she fell backwards from the impact and Vegeta shot out his arms and caught her, bringing her into his chest as an automatic reflex. Bulma looked up. "Oh, I didn't crash into the wall after all." Vegeta just rolled his eyes. He kept his arms around her longer then nescessary. He realized this and reluctantly let go. Vegeta liked the feeling of the little onna peressed up against his body. "I could have hurt myself. Thanks. You saved me again." She put her arms back around him and rested her head on his chest. She stayed like this for a few seconds until she noticed something; she couldn't hear or feel his heart beat. Bulma moved her head, still no beating. She let go of him and backed away. "What?" Vegeta asked her. "Why don't you have a heartbeat?" She looked scared, while Vegeta looked pissed off. "Ummm.You put your head in the wrong spot?" "Nuh uh. No way. I moved my head, and I still couldn't hear it. You-.you're not.alive." Vegeta sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "I think that I should explain things huh?" Bulma nodded, dumbfounded by the fact that someone could live without a beating heart. He beckoned her with his finger, and they went inside his room.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted a spot next to him where he wanted her to sit. She sat down. "There is no easy way around this, so I'll just come right out with it. I believe I should start by telling you that.I'm not human.." Bulma breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! I can handle that. I know a couple of people from different planets. For a second there, I thought you were gunna say you were a blood sucking vampire or something!" She laughed. Vegeta had a serious look on his face. She calmed down once she saw the look. "What?" She questioned. Vegeta reached under the bed and pulled out the black case. He sat it between them and opened it, showing it's contents to her. "Oh fuck no.No this isn't right.Vampires aren't real.It's all a really bad dream.This is not happening.It's all in my head.Vampires are a ficticious creature made up by some guy who had nothing better to do with his time."
Vegeta shook his head and stood up. "No we aren't. That "guy," didn't make us up. My grandfather was the one who bit him, and exposed us to the world. Now we are down to but a few measly numbers. When humans heard of us, they trained themselves to be "Vampire Hunters." They sought out, and slaughtered us. Getting trophies and recognition when they had proof they had killed one of us. We were forced into hiding, only drinking the blood of animals, so as not to risk getting caught." He stood looking out the window in a lonely way. "The more rare the type of vampire, the more expensive the reward was. I am a very rare type, so I am in much danger. I would bring a hefty reward o the hands of a hunter, but I would have beeen more beneficial as some type of amusement in a freak show or something." Bulma stood up and paced the room.
"That's awful.But how can I be sure that what you are saying is true?" Vegeta turned around. "I can give you proof." "Okay." He went back over to the bed and picked up one of the containers. "This is real pigs blood. I drink this, instead of hunting humans, like in the old days. It was so much more fun when they put up a fight." He got a dreamy expression on his face as he remembered the times when he was free to roam without worry. "Ahh.anyway.Where was I? Oh yes.Now I remember. He held up the bottle of blood and took off the lid. "I hope you're happy. This is expensive stuff. I have to drink the whole thing, or it will spoil." He raised the bottle up to his lips and prepared to drink it. "Wait! I want to make sure that it's real." He handed the bottle over to her. She sniffed the contents and gagged. "Oh gross. I think I believe you now." "Good." He sculled down the contents. Bulma gagged again.
When Bulma's stomach had calmed down, Vegeta decided to give her more proof. "You want more proof?" "Yes." He led her over to the mirror and stood her infront of it. "Well what is the proof?" She stared at her reflection. Vegeta stepped behind her, but his reflection did not appear in the glass. "Wow.That's cool." Vegeta grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. "I know we have just met, but do you trust me?" "What do I need to trust you for?" "Do you trust me?" He asked in a firmer tone of voice. "Yes.." Vegeta's face twisted into an expression of pleasure and amusement, as he transformed into his vampire state. His teeth were longer and sharper, and his eyes were that of a demons; a thin black line around a red and yellow iris, with a pure black pupil. His eyes were underlined with a dark grey, making the brighter colours stand out more, and giving him an older and more pale appearance. He had a smirk plastered on his face as he lent in closer to the quivering human female before him. "Do you still trust me?" His breath smelt now smelt like the dead; fresh dirt, and the scent of decay. Vegeta still had hold of her shoulders, his cold hands seemed to burn her flesh and make it tinggle and crawl at the same time. Maybe it was because this was what touching the dead really felt like. Bulma stared into his transfixing gaze, and she nodded her answer to his previous question. "Goooood." He drew the word out making shivers run up her spine.
Vegeta pulled her close; she could feel the cold radiating off his body, and he smelt like fresh, damp dirt. Yet she felt right in his arms. "There is something else I must show and tell you." "What?" There was a ripping sound, and a furry black appendage pushed it's way out of the back of his pants. It was a tail. "Cool.Can I touch it?" "Ummm.That's not a good ide- ..Unnngggghhh." Vegeta's sentence was cut off. Bulma had grabbed his tail and rubbed her fingers along it. He pressed his body against hers harder, making his erection noticible to her. "Sa-saiyan tails a-are v-very sensitive, if you g-get my d-drift.Uhhhhh." Bulma blushed. "Heh heh. Sorry." She couldn't help think how big he was, seems as if her dream was correct about his size. "Oh yeah.The reason I could tell what drink you wanted, was because I can read your mind." He smirked as he saw what she was thinking about. Bulma gave his chest a slap. "I do NOT want you reading my mind all the time buster! I'd like to have some privacy." "Fine. I will teach you how to put up a mental block later." He continued holding her to him, and stared into her eyes. But his slowly drifted down to the junction in her neck. He could see the artery pulsing under her skin. He licked his lips. Bulma saw where his eyes were headed. "Oh no you don't! Don't even think about it! I'm not your snack!" He never moved his eyes from that spot. "But you trust me don't you?" "If you keep looking at me like that, then I won't know what to think!" "I will prove to you, that you have nothing to fear from me." He looked at her to see if she would give him permission. "Just this once." He nodded.
Vegeta opened his mouth and Bulma could see his teeth. She wondered what he was going to do. He rested his mouth on the artery in her neck. He could feel it thumping against his cold lips. Her pulse sped up, and the thumping got faster as he ran his teeth along her neck. "Remember, I won't hurt you. You have nothing to be scared of." His voice was muffled with his teeth and her skin. He sucked the skin in the place where he would normally bite someone. Bulma raised up her hands and placed them on his shoulders. She shut her eyes tightly and prayed he would live up to his word and not bite her. The smell of damp soil was overpowering now, she was so close to him. He stopped sucking her neck and just held her to him. In her ear, he whispered. "You should be careful around me still though. Wear a necklace with a crucifix on it. It shouldn't hang down too low, or I will be able to get past it. Garlic does not harm me; that will be of no use to you. Occasionally I will go out and hunt for fresh meat, so if you see a mangled animal on the forest floor, you will know it was me. I can have a rather lage appetite, being a Saiyan and all, so I will bring you fresh meat to cook. I know many ways of preparing it, and it will cut the cost of your shopping bill." He stuck out is tounge and ran it up her ear, making a slight hissing sound as he did so. Bulma moaned at his skillful touch. He may be undead, but he sure knew how to turn her on.
Vegeta let her go, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the floor. When he looked up again, his face and eyes were back to normal. His erection was also gone too. "Don't be too afraid. Being a vampire is like having split personalities. Once side is a bit different from the other. I took a risk in showing you that side, because it kind of finds you.Well.How should I put this.ummm.attractive?" Vegeta blushed and Bulma let out a relieved sigh. "So he won't hurt me?" "No he shouldn't but you should be careful. Vampires and Saiyans can get aggressive when it comes to ummm.mating." His blush deepened to a darker shade of pink. Bulma blushed along with him. "So.I suppose you don't want any breakfast?" "No. I probably should go down there and eat your human food. It will not have any affect on me, but I suspect your elders will be suspicious if I do not eat."
"Good idea. Ummm.Not to be mean or anything, but how come you talk funny? Like you say elders instead of parents. What kind of modern day talk is that?" Vegeta chuckled. "Perhaps it is not 'modern day,' as you put it." "What do you mean?" "Vampires can live for thousands of years without aging much at all. Myself, I am quite young. I am only 600 years old." "Whoa! 600?! That's heaps!" "For you normal humans, yes. For vampires, no." "Well what has that got to do with why you talk weird?" "I was born 600 years ago. That is the way we spoke back then." "Oh.Some genius I am." Vegeta let out another chuckle. "Don't laugh. That's mean." She whined. Bulma playfully hit him on the arm. "Ow! The pain! Call a docter.I think I might collapse!" Vegeta sarcastically replied. Bulma stuck out her tounge. "You already did once." "Hey! That was different. I got cut with a knife!" He argued. "What I don't understand, is why that knife did so much damage to you. I don't know if this info is correct, but from what I read, vampires are supposed to have really tough skin. You can't damage them with sharp objects." "That is true. But look at this." Vegeta pulled up his shirt and showed her the scar on his chest. It still looked as though it had been burnt on. "Why does it look like that?" Vegeta tucked his shirt back in. "Well the only reason I can come up with is that, the knife was pure silver. It burns our skin. If the wound had of been any deeper, I would have died.Again."
"Why would street thugs have a pure silver knife though?" "Well, either they are just trying to be, as you people say, cool. The other reason is they might have been amature vampire hunters." Bulma let out a 'hmph.' "You just have an answer for everything don't you?" "Well I have been around long enough to know a lot of things." "I suppose so." Vegeta stared at her for bit longer, before going back over to the bed and putting away the case of blood. Bulma looked down and shuffled her feet. "Ummm.Vegeta?" "Yes?" She hesitated for a few seconds. "Well you don't have to answer this, but.How did you die? I mean apart from the whole vampire thing." Vegeta went back over to her and sat in a nearby armchair. He looked a bit depressed by the question.
"You don't have to answer it if you don't want to." "I know, but I will tell you. When I was 15, and before I became a vampire, I ran out of my house, because my father was yelling at my mother for being careless. We had a lot of family problems. It was late at night and I just snuck out to be by myself and get away from all the arguing. I was walking over to the river to go over the bridge to a place I liked to hang out at. I was taking a big risk going there at night, because there was a gang that hung out there at night that didn't really like me. As I reached the bride, one of them jumped out from behind a bush and hit me over the back of the head.I was dazed enough to not be able to fight back. The rest of the gang came out and started attacking me, some just using their fists, and some using knives."
Vegeta hesitated. "They bet me up pretty bad, I had lost a lot of blood and I couldn't move. They picked me up, and took me onto the bridge. The last words I heard from anyone alive, were: "You stupid little monkey, let's see you survive this." They used to be my friends, so I told them that I was Saiyan. But they turned on me for some reason. Anyway, I couldn't move, and they threw me off the bridge and into the river, after tying my hands and legs together. I never stood a chance. I was struggling to get to the surface, and I had almost passed out from lack of air, when I felt two strong hands lock onto my shoulders in a death grip. They pulled me out of the water, but never made any attempt to clear my aiway of the water. I could only barely sense what was going on around me. I saw that whoever it was, had killed every one of the gang members, and there was blood everywhere. I also saw that the person who pulled me out was leaning over me, it was a young woman with very sharp teeth. I was choking on the water I had inhaled, but the only thing she did was bite my neck and start sucking. I could feel my life being drained away. She cut her finger and put her blood in my mouth and helped me swallow it even though I was choking on the water. The last thing I heard before I suffocated, was: "Know this: I am doing you a favor."
"Wow. That's awful.I'd hate to suffocate or drown. It'd would be horrible." "You're telling me." Both were silent as Bulma sat down on the arm rest of the chair. "So what happened after that? How did you come back?" Vegeta thought for a few seconds. "Well I guess I was buried. I mean, the last thing I knew was that I had woken up, in a box. Lucky for me it was wood, and I smashed out of it. I found I was in a dark, stone room, in a coffin. My first thought was that I had been buried alive, or something like that. I somehow managed to break open the door to the room. It was sealed shut,but I seemed to have a newfound energy; I was a lot stronger than what I first remember. When I got out, I was amazed. I was in the cemetary in the middle of the night. I looked back at the building where I had come from, and I saw a plaque next to the previously sealed doorway. It said:
Vegeta Williams. 1402-1417 'May god put to rest, the soul who was restless.'
Needless to say, I was shocked. I just slumped to the ground and started crying. That was the first time I had ever shed a tear in my life. When a dark shadow passed over me, I looked up. It was that woman who had pulled me from the river. I asked her what had happened, and she explained to me that I was now one of the undead; a vampire. Apparently I had been dead for 2 years. She taught me how to hunt and use my new abilities, and we found together that I was able to stand the sunlight. We had developed a pretty close relationship even though she was at least 700 years older than me. One day I decided to pay my parents a visit. I was careless and was followed by a vampire hunter. I never actually went inside, I just looked in through the window. After I had left, he snuck in and murdered my whole family. He thought they were vampires too. But they weren't." Bulma put her hand on his shoulder to console him. "I'm so sorry for what happened to them."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. This was well before your time." She ran her hand along his cheek. "Is there anymore to tell?" "Not really, except that.I am all alone.I never really realized how lucky I was to have family that cared for me. Now I have no one. No one in their right mind would want to be a vampire. Not even if I said I was able to give them the ability to walk in the sunlight. I used to have Callisto to guide me and to talk to. But now she is gone too. Killed by the same hunter that killed my parents. I felt it was my fault that she was dusted. I led him to her. I still feel it was. I just wish I had someone to be with. The only vampires left are the Gekido Dancers from the club. All male. There will be no pureblood vampires ever again. If only Callisto had survived." Vegeta put his face in his hands. "Well.What if I said that there was a female willing to become a vampire?" Vegeta's head shot up. "Who!" Bulma wiggled off the arm rest and sat in his lap. "Me."
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Thanks to Mushi again for the idea of how Vegeta died, and a few other things. ^_^ This is officially the longest chapter I have ever witten. Mushi is such a slave driver _ ..Heh ^_^
I gave Vegeta a last name in this. I reckon it suits him. ^_^ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
GEKIDO DANCE
CHAPTER 3
"Ahem." She coughed while her own cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. "Thank you again. Vegeta.Oh you poor thing. You are freezing. I'll let you get changed now." Vegeta's cheek was deathly cold. She walked out of the room giving him a little smile upon her exit.
Vegeta stripped down to his underwear, lucky for him they weren't wet as well. The clothes Jay had got him were very warm. It was a long sleeved white shirt with a large black jumper and a pair of baggy denim jeans. In the time Vegeta was passed out, his boots had been drying by the small fire in the room, so he put them back on. He took out the money from the pocket of his other pants as well as the key to his motel room. It wasn't a very nice place he was staying in, but it was all he could afford until he got paid.
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The door to the room opened and Vegeta walked out in the clothes he was lent. He walked over to the group and saw that Juu was with them, as well as another female bartender. "Oh Vegeta, here is your list of things that you will be doing for bar training. This here is Robyn, her bar name is Mushi so you will call her that. She will be your trainer. You are to do everything she says. The boys will teach you the moves for the Gekido Dance. And Mushi will teach you the others." Vegeta nodded. Juuachigou passed him a list of things he was to do. It said:
THINGS TO DO: Learn how to mix different drinks and serve them Flipping bottles Dance moves Singing (optional) How to act What to do if a fight occurs What to do if audience gets out of control How to dress Cleaning up Rules of the bar
Vegeta quickly scanned over the list and tucked the paper in his pocket. "Jay also said to tell you that you can keep the clothes because they are too small for him now anyway. You start Monday night. Get some rest over the weekend, You'll need it." With that, Juu left to tend to the waiting people at the bar. Mushi grinned at him. "Let's get you accustomed to the place then." "Yeah."
Mushi was 24 years old and had been working as a dancer/bartender for 3 years. She was a very beautiful young woman, so she always got a lot of offers to go out on dates from many of the males who visited the club. But she never accepted any. It was against the club rules. Besides, they were all drunk, raving, ugly lunatics. One in particular never learnt his lesson. He always kept coming back for more. Trying to get her to go out with him. His name was Yamcha, and he constantly got hit over the head with a bottle, or got a slap from the female workers. Jay loved throwing the guy out into the street, so that's the only reason he let him in there. To give him "another chance." But everytime it turned out the same. Everyone knew he was a player. They just didn't know why he wouldn't just give up.
Mushi led Vegeta over to the bar, where she introduced the other workers. There was Brooke, Michelle and of course Juu, the owner of the club. The other two girls, Britany and Sarah, were having a break in a back room. The males on the bar dancing were Scott and Hawk. In actual fact, both of them were gay lovers. Only Juu and the other employees knew this as, one of the rules of the club was that every employee must make it seem like they are available as dating material to the opposite sex, but the other part to the rule was they weren't allowed to bring any boyfriends or girlfriends to the club as they could spark a fight if they got jealous. They had to play it cool and act all sexy and teasing up there in front of everyone. No one could let on that they were attracted to the same sex if they were.
Vegeta pretty much had the basics down. Mushi had even tried to show him how to spin and flip the bottles around in his hands, but he wasn't very successful. He kept crushing the glass in his hands. He was going to have to work on that one. She explained to him all the rules and showed him what to do with the other things on the list. He was to come back the next day to practice with the bottles and Mushi still had to show him how to mix and serve the drinks.
By the time she had finished, Vegeta was pretty tired. He spotted Bulma talking to a tall man with hair that stood out in every direction, and strolled over to her. "Hey Bulma. I'm tired and I'm heading back to the motel. See you tomorrow?" "Oh hi Vegeta, this is Goku, one of my best friends." Vegeta's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and he stared in opened-mouth disbelief at the man in front of him. "Kakarot.?" Goku turned around. "There is only one person who ever called me that name! Vegeta! I've missed you so much!" Goku yelled as he picked up his childhood friend in a crushing bearhug. "Put.me.down." Goku dropped the shorter man. "Ooops.Gomen Vegeta."
He laughed as he scratched the back of his head. "Obviously you two know each other already.So Vegeta. Where are you staying?" Bulma asked. "Oh just some crappy motel called "The Blue Tavern." (A/N: If this is a real place, then it is a complete coincidence. Not my fault.) "The Blue Tavern? Oh that place is a hellhole! Full of rats." Bulma made a face. "Tell me about it. It's the only place I can afford at the minute though." "Poor you." She sympathized. "Hey Bulma! Why don't you let him stay at Capsule Corp. with you? He's a good friend of mine, he won't cause too much trouble!" Goku thought out loud. "Yeah why not? I knew you had a brain in there for some reason Son-kun." Bulma laughed. Goku just scratched his head. "I don't get it." Vegeta and Bulma just shook their heads in pity that their friend could be so stupid. "So how about it Vegeta? You wanna stay with me?" "Sure. Anything to get away from that motel. My stuff is still there though." "No problem, I'll go get it for you." Goku enthusiastically said. "What room are you in?" "Ten." Vegeta replied simply. "Okay! I'll take it straight to Capsule Corp." With that, Goku raised his hand to his forehead and disppeared from sight. "Come on. Let's go." Bulma ordered.
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The trip to Capsule Corp. was relatively quiet. Not much was spoken between the two, besides the occasional question and answer. When they arrived, Bulma introduced Vegeta to her parents. They were happy to let him stay there, until he had enough money to get his own place. She led him up to a guest room which he could stay in. According to Dr. and Mrs Briefs, Goku had already dropped off Vegeta's things and left to go home. He had left the bags at the top of the stairs. Vegeta picked them up and followed Bulma into a room. "Well this is where you will be staying I guess. Make yourself at home, then come down to the kitchen and I'll get you something to eat. I'm sure you must be hungry." Vegeta nodded. "Yes, I am hungry, but I don't think you will have the type of thing I like. Either that or you will think it's completely disgusting and weird." "Okay." Bulma stared at him. "Oh again with the staring!" Bulma blushed. "So what kinds of things do you like?" Vegeta set the bags down on the floor at the end of the large, four- post, canopy bed. "You sure you won't freak out?" "Yes." "Very well then.I like raw meat." Bulma was silent for a few seconds. "We have sushi?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. "Not that kind of raw meat. I'm talking about stuff like raw steak. Preferably still fresh. Still warm." He licked his lips as he thought about it, and unknowingly he was staring at the carotid artery on the side of her neck, pulsating with every beat of her heart. How he would love to sink his teeth into her supple flesh, the sweet red blood flowing from the puncture mark on her neck and into his mouth. That reminded him, he hadn't bitten a human in a while. It made him want to grab the nearest person and drink from their life blood. He licked his lips again. Vegeta felt his teeth slide down as his body prepared to attack the being in front of him. "Vegeta? Are you okay?" Her worried voice snapped him out of his trance. He immediately realized what he was going to do, so he shut his mouth and turned away, trying to think of anything besides drinking her blood. "I'm fine. I will unpack now. You can go to the kitchen and wait for me." His voice sounded slightly muffled because of his teeth. "Don't be silly. I'll help you unpack." "NO!! ...I mean no thank you. I am fine by myself. You may leave." He took a quick peek over his shoulder at her. "Fine, I'll go make us some food.I'll see if we have any steak. It won't be fresh, but at least I won't have to cook it." With that said, she left the room.
Vegeta let out a sigh. "That was close. If she hadn't left when she did, she would have been my midnight snack." He looked around the room. It was quite large and decorated to his liking. The bed was a king sized canopy bed. The doona was made of black silk and was very fluffy, because it was packed tightly with feathers. The whole room had a royal feel to it. Just the way he liked, after all, he was the Prince of Darkness. Vegeta reached over and flipped the switch of a nearby lamp. It bathed the bedroom in an ethereal glow, as the lampshade was a blue colour. It didn't fill the whole room with light though; the shadows in the corners stood out, and it gave the place an eerie feel to it. He didn't mind, it suited his personality and what he actually was.
Being a Saiyan, he had super speed. Vegeta bent down and opened his bags. He used his super speed to unpack and put everything in the drawers or where they would normally belong. When he had finished, he took out two smaller black satchels. In one was his laptop computer and other computer acessories. He set them up on the desk next to the bed. Even though he knew no one else was in the room with him, he still looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was watching him open the next case. Inside, were 10 large plastic containers of pigs blood. He lifted one out of the case and unscrewed the lid. He took a sniff of it. To anyone else it would smell awful, like a dead animal. But to him, it smelt wonderful. He raised the bottle to his lips and gulped it down. It was a 1.5 litre container and he sculled it down all in one go, not taking a breath. A bit dribbled down his chin and he wiped it off with the back of his hand. Vegeta thought it would be a waste to just wipe the blood of his hand, it was expensive stuff. So he just licked it off. He took extra care to make sure he had no smears and stains on his face and then went downstairs.
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Bulma had gotten a large steak out of the freezer and defrosted it in the microwave. She decided to leave it warm, because that is what he said he liked. For herself, she just made a cup of coffee. When she had turned around to sit at the table, Vegeta was already sitting there. "AHHH! Godammit!" Bulma nearly spilt her drink all over herself. She hadn't expected him to be there already. She sat down across from him. "How did you get unpacked so quickly?" "I have my ways." He smirked. Bulma pointed to the steak. "There. That's yours." He nodded in thanks. Vegeta pulled the plate with the steak on it over to him. Bulma watched him. His face was down and he was about to cut into the meat. "You're staring again, onna." Bulma blushed again. "It's not my fault that you are eating raw steak." Vegeta gave her a quick glance. "Hn." He cut up the steak and put some in his mouth. Bulma made a face.
"If you don't approve of what I eat, then maybe you shouldn't watch." He told her after he swallowed. "It's not that I don't approve, it's because I have never seen anything except animals eat raw meat. Well apart from sushi, then most people don't eat it raw because you can get food poisoning from it." "I have eaten raw meat all my life. It is a part of my tradition. I cannot survive without it. It is best if the beast has just been killed. Then the blood and meat is stil warm. The reason why you people get sick, is because you package it, not eat it straight from the body." "Oh yuck! GROSS! That is disgusting!" A hurt look flashed across his eyes for a second, but he went back to eating his food. Bulma sighed. "I'm sorry. It's part of your culture, I shouldn't have said that. If that is what you eat from wherever you come from, then that is what I'll get you. But it will be store bought. I'm not killing any innocent creatures. It's not part of our way of life." "You kill animals for sport, only to hang up their pelts for trophies. You dispose of their insides, when they could be used for something useful. What kind of wasteful culture do you live in? And anyway, it's not a matter of where I come from. It is what I am." Bulma looked confused. Mentally, Vegeta was reprimanding himself for giving so much information away. "What do you mean? What are you?" Vegeta waved his hand in a nonchalant manner. "Never mind. It is none of your concern." Vegeta finished off the last of his steak and took the plate and utensils to the sink.
"I wish to retire now. I will see you in the morning." "Okay then." Bulma was still puzzled by his answer before. He walked to the kitchen door. "Oh. Before I forget, does this place have any adequate training facilities?" "Yeah. We have weight rooms and gyms and even a gravity room that I have been working on. It should be finished by the end of this week. You can try it if you think you can stand doubling earth's gravity." Vegeta snorted. "Two times earth's gravity is nothing to me. I trained in 300 times earths natural gravity where I came from." Bulma's eyes widened. "Th-three h- hundred? T-that's impossible." "Not for me onna." With that, he left the room. 'Wow. That guy is amazing. There is something he is hiding; I can tell. He is all dark and mysterious. His eyes just burn into mine, like he's looking into my soul. Oh why do I have to be attracted to the bad boys?!' She whined in her head. Bulma got up and drained the last few dregs of her coffee and took the same path Vegeta did; out of the room and up the stairs.
She opened the door and walked into her room. Bulma changed into her pyjamas and got into bed.
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6:00am. Vegeta woke up before anyone else in the mansion. He was an early riser and liked to sit outside and feel the breeze on his face. He was one of the very few vampires who were able to go into the sunlight without bursting into flames and be killed. In fact, it was only in his bloodline that vampires could stand the sun. Perhaps it was because he was a Saiyan. He threw back the covers and got out of bed. He wasn't wearing anything, opting to sleep in the nude. He stretched out his many muscles and he heard his spine pop as it bended. Vegeta opened the doors to his balcony and stepped outside. He lent against the railing and watched the sunrise, grateful for the fact he was able. He was standing there for half an hour, when he decided it would be best to go inside before anyone saw him in his natural state.
Bulma's sleep was disrrupted by her dreams. She dreamt about none other than the man in the room next to her; Vegeta. Who would have thought that after meeting a guy the night before, would have led to dreams such as this. It had made her very aroused and she was left wondering if he was as good in bed in real life as he was in her dream. She couldn't get the image of his naked, sweaty body out of her head. She blushed just thinking about how bid she dreamed he was. 'Dammit Bulma! Get a hold of yourself! You just met him last night, for crying out loud!'
Meanwhile, Vegeta was in his room doing some Tai Chi movements to relax himself for the day ahead. He still hadn't put any clothes on. He liked the feeling of not having any restrictions to his movements. The feeling of the slight breeze blowing through the open doors was enough to make him aroused. It made him remember that he hadn't gotten any in quite some time. 210 years to be exact. He had been asleep in his tomb for the last 200 years, and had only just woken up 5 years ago. Vegeta was 600 years old in total, and wasn't even showing any signs of aging. It took some getting used to the new technological advances that occurred during his sleep, but luckily he had been around long enough to get the drift of where they were headed in the technology sense. His favourite part of history was when man had landed on the moon. He had found it halarious, because they thought it was a great accomplishment, when he himself had come from a different galaxy altogether. But Vegeta suspected that the cause of his arousal wasn't just from the wind. The blue haired onna had invaded his dreams last night. Lucky for him, he never needed much sleep. A few hours would be sufficient. And being asleep for 200 years kinda makes you sick of it.
He stopped the movements thought about evil, unerotic thoughts. Once his erection subsided, he put some clothes on. He chose to wear a black shirt, loose fitting black slacks with a belt, an ankle length black leather jacket and a pair of black army boots. Then he got out the case full of pigs blood in the containers, and sculled another one down. He zipped up the case and hid it under the bed with his other bags. This done, he walked out of his room. As he turned back around from shutting his door, he ran into Bulma, who was sleepily rubbing her eyes as she walked to the stairs. "Ooof!" Bulma had thought she had ran into the wall. It wouldn't be suprising if she did in her current state. When she ran into Vegeta, she fell backwards from the impact and Vegeta shot out his arms and caught her, bringing her into his chest as an automatic reflex. Bulma looked up. "Oh, I didn't crash into the wall after all." Vegeta just rolled his eyes. He kept his arms around her longer then nescessary. He realized this and reluctantly let go. Vegeta liked the feeling of the little onna peressed up against his body. "I could have hurt myself. Thanks. You saved me again." She put her arms back around him and rested her head on his chest. She stayed like this for a few seconds until she noticed something; she couldn't hear or feel his heart beat. Bulma moved her head, still no beating. She let go of him and backed away. "What?" Vegeta asked her. "Why don't you have a heartbeat?" She looked scared, while Vegeta looked pissed off. "Ummm.You put your head in the wrong spot?" "Nuh uh. No way. I moved my head, and I still couldn't hear it. You-.you're not.alive." Vegeta sighed and massaged the bridge of his nose. "I think that I should explain things huh?" Bulma nodded, dumbfounded by the fact that someone could live without a beating heart. He beckoned her with his finger, and they went inside his room.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted a spot next to him where he wanted her to sit. She sat down. "There is no easy way around this, so I'll just come right out with it. I believe I should start by telling you that.I'm not human.." Bulma breathed a sigh of relief. "Phew! I can handle that. I know a couple of people from different planets. For a second there, I thought you were gunna say you were a blood sucking vampire or something!" She laughed. Vegeta had a serious look on his face. She calmed down once she saw the look. "What?" She questioned. Vegeta reached under the bed and pulled out the black case. He sat it between them and opened it, showing it's contents to her. "Oh fuck no.No this isn't right.Vampires aren't real.It's all a really bad dream.This is not happening.It's all in my head.Vampires are a ficticious creature made up by some guy who had nothing better to do with his time."
Vegeta shook his head and stood up. "No we aren't. That "guy," didn't make us up. My grandfather was the one who bit him, and exposed us to the world. Now we are down to but a few measly numbers. When humans heard of us, they trained themselves to be "Vampire Hunters." They sought out, and slaughtered us. Getting trophies and recognition when they had proof they had killed one of us. We were forced into hiding, only drinking the blood of animals, so as not to risk getting caught." He stood looking out the window in a lonely way. "The more rare the type of vampire, the more expensive the reward was. I am a very rare type, so I am in much danger. I would bring a hefty reward o the hands of a hunter, but I would have beeen more beneficial as some type of amusement in a freak show or something." Bulma stood up and paced the room.
"That's awful.But how can I be sure that what you are saying is true?" Vegeta turned around. "I can give you proof." "Okay." He went back over to the bed and picked up one of the containers. "This is real pigs blood. I drink this, instead of hunting humans, like in the old days. It was so much more fun when they put up a fight." He got a dreamy expression on his face as he remembered the times when he was free to roam without worry. "Ahh.anyway.Where was I? Oh yes.Now I remember. He held up the bottle of blood and took off the lid. "I hope you're happy. This is expensive stuff. I have to drink the whole thing, or it will spoil." He raised the bottle up to his lips and prepared to drink it. "Wait! I want to make sure that it's real." He handed the bottle over to her. She sniffed the contents and gagged. "Oh gross. I think I believe you now." "Good." He sculled down the contents. Bulma gagged again.
When Bulma's stomach had calmed down, Vegeta decided to give her more proof. "You want more proof?" "Yes." He led her over to the mirror and stood her infront of it. "Well what is the proof?" She stared at her reflection. Vegeta stepped behind her, but his reflection did not appear in the glass. "Wow.That's cool." Vegeta grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. "I know we have just met, but do you trust me?" "What do I need to trust you for?" "Do you trust me?" He asked in a firmer tone of voice. "Yes.." Vegeta's face twisted into an expression of pleasure and amusement, as he transformed into his vampire state. His teeth were longer and sharper, and his eyes were that of a demons; a thin black line around a red and yellow iris, with a pure black pupil. His eyes were underlined with a dark grey, making the brighter colours stand out more, and giving him an older and more pale appearance. He had a smirk plastered on his face as he lent in closer to the quivering human female before him. "Do you still trust me?" His breath smelt now smelt like the dead; fresh dirt, and the scent of decay. Vegeta still had hold of her shoulders, his cold hands seemed to burn her flesh and make it tinggle and crawl at the same time. Maybe it was because this was what touching the dead really felt like. Bulma stared into his transfixing gaze, and she nodded her answer to his previous question. "Goooood." He drew the word out making shivers run up her spine.
Vegeta pulled her close; she could feel the cold radiating off his body, and he smelt like fresh, damp dirt. Yet she felt right in his arms. "There is something else I must show and tell you." "What?" There was a ripping sound, and a furry black appendage pushed it's way out of the back of his pants. It was a tail. "Cool.Can I touch it?" "Ummm.That's not a good ide- ..Unnngggghhh." Vegeta's sentence was cut off. Bulma had grabbed his tail and rubbed her fingers along it. He pressed his body against hers harder, making his erection noticible to her. "Sa-saiyan tails a-are v-very sensitive, if you g-get my d-drift.Uhhhhh." Bulma blushed. "Heh heh. Sorry." She couldn't help think how big he was, seems as if her dream was correct about his size. "Oh yeah.The reason I could tell what drink you wanted, was because I can read your mind." He smirked as he saw what she was thinking about. Bulma gave his chest a slap. "I do NOT want you reading my mind all the time buster! I'd like to have some privacy." "Fine. I will teach you how to put up a mental block later." He continued holding her to him, and stared into her eyes. But his slowly drifted down to the junction in her neck. He could see the artery pulsing under her skin. He licked his lips. Bulma saw where his eyes were headed. "Oh no you don't! Don't even think about it! I'm not your snack!" He never moved his eyes from that spot. "But you trust me don't you?" "If you keep looking at me like that, then I won't know what to think!" "I will prove to you, that you have nothing to fear from me." He looked at her to see if she would give him permission. "Just this once." He nodded.
Vegeta opened his mouth and Bulma could see his teeth. She wondered what he was going to do. He rested his mouth on the artery in her neck. He could feel it thumping against his cold lips. Her pulse sped up, and the thumping got faster as he ran his teeth along her neck. "Remember, I won't hurt you. You have nothing to be scared of." His voice was muffled with his teeth and her skin. He sucked the skin in the place where he would normally bite someone. Bulma raised up her hands and placed them on his shoulders. She shut her eyes tightly and prayed he would live up to his word and not bite her. The smell of damp soil was overpowering now, she was so close to him. He stopped sucking her neck and just held her to him. In her ear, he whispered. "You should be careful around me still though. Wear a necklace with a crucifix on it. It shouldn't hang down too low, or I will be able to get past it. Garlic does not harm me; that will be of no use to you. Occasionally I will go out and hunt for fresh meat, so if you see a mangled animal on the forest floor, you will know it was me. I can have a rather lage appetite, being a Saiyan and all, so I will bring you fresh meat to cook. I know many ways of preparing it, and it will cut the cost of your shopping bill." He stuck out is tounge and ran it up her ear, making a slight hissing sound as he did so. Bulma moaned at his skillful touch. He may be undead, but he sure knew how to turn her on.
Vegeta let her go, and he closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the floor. When he looked up again, his face and eyes were back to normal. His erection was also gone too. "Don't be too afraid. Being a vampire is like having split personalities. Once side is a bit different from the other. I took a risk in showing you that side, because it kind of finds you.Well.How should I put this.ummm.attractive?" Vegeta blushed and Bulma let out a relieved sigh. "So he won't hurt me?" "No he shouldn't but you should be careful. Vampires and Saiyans can get aggressive when it comes to ummm.mating." His blush deepened to a darker shade of pink. Bulma blushed along with him. "So.I suppose you don't want any breakfast?" "No. I probably should go down there and eat your human food. It will not have any affect on me, but I suspect your elders will be suspicious if I do not eat."
"Good idea. Ummm.Not to be mean or anything, but how come you talk funny? Like you say elders instead of parents. What kind of modern day talk is that?" Vegeta chuckled. "Perhaps it is not 'modern day,' as you put it." "What do you mean?" "Vampires can live for thousands of years without aging much at all. Myself, I am quite young. I am only 600 years old." "Whoa! 600?! That's heaps!" "For you normal humans, yes. For vampires, no." "Well what has that got to do with why you talk weird?" "I was born 600 years ago. That is the way we spoke back then." "Oh.Some genius I am." Vegeta let out another chuckle. "Don't laugh. That's mean." She whined. Bulma playfully hit him on the arm. "Ow! The pain! Call a docter.I think I might collapse!" Vegeta sarcastically replied. Bulma stuck out her tounge. "You already did once." "Hey! That was different. I got cut with a knife!" He argued. "What I don't understand, is why that knife did so much damage to you. I don't know if this info is correct, but from what I read, vampires are supposed to have really tough skin. You can't damage them with sharp objects." "That is true. But look at this." Vegeta pulled up his shirt and showed her the scar on his chest. It still looked as though it had been burnt on. "Why does it look like that?" Vegeta tucked his shirt back in. "Well the only reason I can come up with is that, the knife was pure silver. It burns our skin. If the wound had of been any deeper, I would have died.Again."
"Why would street thugs have a pure silver knife though?" "Well, either they are just trying to be, as you people say, cool. The other reason is they might have been amature vampire hunters." Bulma let out a 'hmph.' "You just have an answer for everything don't you?" "Well I have been around long enough to know a lot of things." "I suppose so." Vegeta stared at her for bit longer, before going back over to the bed and putting away the case of blood. Bulma looked down and shuffled her feet. "Ummm.Vegeta?" "Yes?" She hesitated for a few seconds. "Well you don't have to answer this, but.How did you die? I mean apart from the whole vampire thing." Vegeta went back over to her and sat in a nearby armchair. He looked a bit depressed by the question.
"You don't have to answer it if you don't want to." "I know, but I will tell you. When I was 15, and before I became a vampire, I ran out of my house, because my father was yelling at my mother for being careless. We had a lot of family problems. It was late at night and I just snuck out to be by myself and get away from all the arguing. I was walking over to the river to go over the bridge to a place I liked to hang out at. I was taking a big risk going there at night, because there was a gang that hung out there at night that didn't really like me. As I reached the bride, one of them jumped out from behind a bush and hit me over the back of the head.I was dazed enough to not be able to fight back. The rest of the gang came out and started attacking me, some just using their fists, and some using knives."
Vegeta hesitated. "They bet me up pretty bad, I had lost a lot of blood and I couldn't move. They picked me up, and took me onto the bridge. The last words I heard from anyone alive, were: "You stupid little monkey, let's see you survive this." They used to be my friends, so I told them that I was Saiyan. But they turned on me for some reason. Anyway, I couldn't move, and they threw me off the bridge and into the river, after tying my hands and legs together. I never stood a chance. I was struggling to get to the surface, and I had almost passed out from lack of air, when I felt two strong hands lock onto my shoulders in a death grip. They pulled me out of the water, but never made any attempt to clear my aiway of the water. I could only barely sense what was going on around me. I saw that whoever it was, had killed every one of the gang members, and there was blood everywhere. I also saw that the person who pulled me out was leaning over me, it was a young woman with very sharp teeth. I was choking on the water I had inhaled, but the only thing she did was bite my neck and start sucking. I could feel my life being drained away. She cut her finger and put her blood in my mouth and helped me swallow it even though I was choking on the water. The last thing I heard before I suffocated, was: "Know this: I am doing you a favor."
"Wow. That's awful.I'd hate to suffocate or drown. It'd would be horrible." "You're telling me." Both were silent as Bulma sat down on the arm rest of the chair. "So what happened after that? How did you come back?" Vegeta thought for a few seconds. "Well I guess I was buried. I mean, the last thing I knew was that I had woken up, in a box. Lucky for me it was wood, and I smashed out of it. I found I was in a dark, stone room, in a coffin. My first thought was that I had been buried alive, or something like that. I somehow managed to break open the door to the room. It was sealed shut,but I seemed to have a newfound energy; I was a lot stronger than what I first remember. When I got out, I was amazed. I was in the cemetary in the middle of the night. I looked back at the building where I had come from, and I saw a plaque next to the previously sealed doorway. It said:
Vegeta Williams. 1402-1417 'May god put to rest, the soul who was restless.'
Needless to say, I was shocked. I just slumped to the ground and started crying. That was the first time I had ever shed a tear in my life. When a dark shadow passed over me, I looked up. It was that woman who had pulled me from the river. I asked her what had happened, and she explained to me that I was now one of the undead; a vampire. Apparently I had been dead for 2 years. She taught me how to hunt and use my new abilities, and we found together that I was able to stand the sunlight. We had developed a pretty close relationship even though she was at least 700 years older than me. One day I decided to pay my parents a visit. I was careless and was followed by a vampire hunter. I never actually went inside, I just looked in through the window. After I had left, he snuck in and murdered my whole family. He thought they were vampires too. But they weren't." Bulma put her hand on his shoulder to console him. "I'm so sorry for what happened to them."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. This was well before your time." She ran her hand along his cheek. "Is there anymore to tell?" "Not really, except that.I am all alone.I never really realized how lucky I was to have family that cared for me. Now I have no one. No one in their right mind would want to be a vampire. Not even if I said I was able to give them the ability to walk in the sunlight. I used to have Callisto to guide me and to talk to. But now she is gone too. Killed by the same hunter that killed my parents. I felt it was my fault that she was dusted. I led him to her. I still feel it was. I just wish I had someone to be with. The only vampires left are the Gekido Dancers from the club. All male. There will be no pureblood vampires ever again. If only Callisto had survived." Vegeta put his face in his hands. "Well.What if I said that there was a female willing to become a vampire?" Vegeta's head shot up. "Who!" Bulma wiggled off the arm rest and sat in his lap. "Me."
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Thanks to Mushi again for the idea of how Vegeta died, and a few other things. ^_^ This is officially the longest chapter I have ever witten. Mushi is such a slave driver _ ..Heh ^_^