Author's Note: I'm so sorry this chapter took so long. I had exams and the lot. –bows rapidly- Forgive me!!! Well the chapter is here now so enjoy it. Alright!

Disclaimer: I do not own dbgt .... –grumbles-

Ch. 3 One Last Prayer

"Look at what we have here. A young woman lost and alone in the desert. Fancy that. Tell me, Love, how is it you have strayed so far from your village?" His gaze gleamed with dark purpose, staring down upon her small frame, as his voice whispered in a menacing growl, sending chills down her spine making her suddenly very cold.

"V-village? What are you talking about?" Was this guy serious? Her heart began to pound in her chest, so loud she was sure he could hear it. Her lungs screamed for oxygen yet she couldn't seem to drag enough in. Terror was taking over her body, paralyzing her ability to move. He had to be some sort of monster. A demon. A vampire. The idea was preposterous. Vampires were a myth; a legend. Yet Bulma was positive that this man was a dangerous predator, a mythological creature come alive from the pages of old stories. But how was that possible?

His blackened lips drew up into a silent snarl, his red-rimmed eyes glowing a lethal crimson as he whipped his thin arm out with blurring speed, his hand clamping down on her vulnerable throat. Ruthlessly, he hefted her up eye level to him, his long sharp nails digging into the soft skin of her neck like poisoned talons. Ignoring her flailing attempts to hit him, to wrench away the iron grip on her throat closing off her air, he leaned in closer, his voice an unbearable shriek filled with menace and hatred.

"Don't play stupid, Woman! Do you think me a Fool?!!" His snarl died down into a slow, hideous grin, revealing his yellow, decaying fangs and portraying the sudden twist of his demented thoughts. "No matter.....I shall have to punish you and teach you not to defy an ancient."

With that, the vampire launched himself into the air taking the struggling Bulma with him, massive black wings ripping through the skin and muscles of his back to spread out across the darkness of the night sky. Pumping his wings furiously, he hurled himself across the night, clutching Bulma to him in an iron grip, the pressure threatening to break her ribs and back. Bulma found it increasingly hard to breath and gave up struggling, trying her best not to give in to the swirling black vortex of unconsciousness. Yet she couldn't fight the all-consuming fear engulfing her heart and clouding her mind. Was he going to drink her blood? Kill her? She wanted Vegeta to be there more than anything; acting like he cared about her for once and trying to save her. But she was stranded in some deserted dimension and was about to face a vampire intent on killing her.

After a while, strangely she felt the spray of cool mist on her face, the air smelling like salt water. Slowly she squinted her eyes against the now cold turbulent winds tugging insistently at her short blue hair and numbing her skin, trying to peer though to the mist below. As she focused her gaze, she realized that a vast ocean lay beneath her and far off in the distance lay a small rocky island no bigger than a few miles long. This thing was taking her there, she was sure of it. To kill her.... The thought send her heart racing in fear, the sound drowning out the ever climbing roar of the waves crashing and foaming against the high cliffs of the island. As she felt the vampire start to descend, she squeezed her eyes shut, praying silently for someone, anyone to come save her.

The vampire landed abruptly, a demented grin parting his blackened lips as he watched her land on her hands and knees. Bulma cringed at the landing, the impact bruising her knees and her palms. A frown contorted the vampire's features when she didn't get up fast enough for his liking. Impatiently he snatched her wrist in a vise like grip, his nails digging deeply into her skin as the pressure shattered the bone. Bulma let out a small whimper of protest as pain lanced through her frail body from her wrist. Sneering, he yanked her up and pulled her with him into the interior of the large cave dominating most of the small island.

Pushing back the burning pain pulsing in her wrist, Bulma looked around the cavern as she was pulled deeper into its recesses. The stench of blood and sea water filled the room, clung to the damp cave walls. They stopped at a large cavernous room; the sand was wet, an obvious reminder that the room had no defense against the daily rise of the tides outside the cave. She looked around, her eyes widening in horror as they fixed on the opposite wall. There hung several pairs of rusted manacles; the wall stained a reddish-brown from layers of blood.

Her breath caught in her throat as a hand whirled her around and she found herself staring into black, menacing eyes tinged in red. His arms dragged her close to him in an unbreakable grip. She could smell his fetid breath, the scent of blood and death as his slowly lowered his head to her neck. She felt helpless as his hot, foul breath touched her neck.

"Don't. Oh God, please don't." She whispered. A prayer. A plea. She could feel her legs weakening, threatening to buckle beneath her.

"Your God has abandoned you. Now you're mine." He whispered back with finality. His sharpened fangs closed over her exposed throat, puncturing deeply into her skin, the pain intense beyond anything she had encountered. He dragged her in his arms, nearly crushing her as his mouth feasted on her, gulping down her rich blood. Her body felt weak and sluggish; her heart stuttered and labored as he continued to drain her. Her lashes drifted down even as she told herself she had to fight for Vegeta, Bra, Trunks, and the others. Her body sagged against the vampire's frame helplessly.

He lifted his head, blood trickling down the side of his mouth as he smiled wickedly with evil intent. "Now you must drink to live." He used his teeth to tear a gaping wound in his wrist and pressed it forcefully to her mouth. She tried to struggle, to turn away but he held her easily, forcing the poisonous fluid past her lips, his hand stroking her throat to get her to swallow convulsively.

At last he threw her to the ground, his putrid tongue closing the wound on his wrist. Bulma coughed several times, trying to spit out the wretched liquid. She struggled to get up but her broken wrist was useless, throbbing with pain. She looked up at him looming over her triumphantly, his merciless black eyes gleaming with sick delight and his black, blood tainted lips drawn up in a grotesque grin. Her heart sped up, fear clogging her throat as she thought of what he was going to her. Chain her to the blood-stained wall and torture her before killing her? Her mind was a litany of prayer, asking, begging for anyone to find her, help her. A last thread of hope.

The creature's face twisted with anger as Bulma remained on the sand where he had thrown her. He lifted his foot and kicked her, the force knocking her farther into the recesses of the cave. Bulma let out a small cry of pain as she hunched over holding herself, her body throbbing with agony. A sharp pain raced through her body every time she took a breath and she knew that several of her rips had been broken on contact. The vampire laughed softly at her raw gasps, the sound unbearable to her ears.

"You didn't honestly believe that I was finished, did you Girl? We have just begun..." His voice dripped with sick enjoyment and dark purpose, the sound grating down on her. Inside, she repeated the same litany, praying for help, her last strand of hope.

Vegeta, come for me. Somebody help me. Find me. Save me. I can't do this alone....