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Chapter 5: Memories Awakened

18 looked at the blue haired girl slumped on the floor and rolled her eyes; she really did act like Buruma; with the exception of the fainting. Must be a modern thing. 18 picked her up and laid her back on Vegeta's bed. The blonde shook her head, if Freeza was after her, it wouldn't manner if she was half vampire or not. She walked out of the room and softly shut the door, the girl had had too many shocks tonight, she might as well get some sleep.

Bulma's dream

She saw herself walking about elaborately decorated hallways, dressed as a princess in spun gold and silk linen. Her hair was very much the same except for the beaded gold headdress that decorated her hair. Her long legs and feet were bare, her toned midriff tanned and her Eye of Horus tattoo gracing the small of her back just above the short blue and gold silk linen wrap. She had gold wristbands and anklets with protective hieroglyphs; somehow she knew what they said: Princess Buruma, Vegeta's own. Touch and you will die a thousand deaths. The ink patterns gracing her legs, arms, torso and neck were to enforce this rule; if someone touched her the ink would smear and their hand would be stained. They would suffer the penalty for touching her; death. Her eye makeup stretched her eyes and made them look even more exotic. Her lips were painted ruby red. She saw herself open a large gold plated door. The throne room. Her other self smirked as she walked through the parted courtiers and entertainers, straight to the throne. She stepped up to the dais on which Vegeta sat on his throne. His back was straight, the crowns of Upper and Lower Egypt atop his flame hair, the wrap around his waist was decorated with gold and turquoise beading gave a perfect view of his hard muscled body. The charcoal liner around his eyes was dark and made him look more intimidating than normal, striking fear into any courtier stupid enough to annoy him.

She walked up the slight step and kneeled slowly before him, keeping eye contact, something that was strictly forbidden. Standing she stood and placed one knee on each side of his hips and straddled him. Everyone stopped what they were doing on the floor below and watched, intrigued at what the pharaoh would do to such a public display. She placed her hands on each side of his face and pulled his in for a passionate kiss. Bulma could feel every sensation flowing through her. She watched as Vegeta lifted his hands slightly above her other self's skin, making sure not to touch the ink on her arms. He put his hands back on the arms of the throne, his knuckles turned white from holding on to the end so tightly. She pulled away abruptly and smiled smugly; glad she could bend him to her will. She removed herself from atop him, he growled menacingly and whispered in flowing Egyptian that he would get her back later. She turned around and smirked at the shocked people crowding the throne room floor, she walked out, leaving a seething Vegeta sitting on his throne. Left to hold court with the thought of her above him running through his mind.

End dream

Bulma's eyes slowly opened. She took a deep breath, surprised to find Chi-chi pacing the room. Chi-chi turned to her, "I was wondering when you would wake up."

"What time is it?"

"About three AM. I've only been up about an hour now, waiting for you. Obviously I was out cold this whole time, were you?"

"No, I was up a while ago but-never mind- it's a long story."

"Do you know who these people are?"

"Not really, but I'm definitely getting ideas." Oh yeah, she thought, ideas, dreams, among other things, but I'm not going to tell her that.

"Have they told you?"

"Told me what?"

"They told me you were some kind of reincarnate. That they're vampires."

"Why are you taking that information better than I did?"

"I think I'm still in shock." Chi-chi nodded, seemingly agreeing with herself. "That has to be the reason."

"Where are they?"

Chi-chi pointed towards the door, "Out there, having some kind of conference, they sent me in here."

"You wouldn't happen to know where we are, would you?"

"Why?"

"Well, so...we can escape?"

"Oh yeah, that'll work." Chi-chi rolled her eyes, "I think you've been hit too many times in the head. Escape from vampires that are ten times, maybe a hundred times stronger than you? Call me crazy but I think I'd rather stay here and live."

Bulma sighed tiredly, "Good point, but which is worse: them killing us, or my mom finding out I went out and got trapped by some vampires who think I'm a reincarnated princess?"

"Like I said I want to live, I'll take my chances here. Your mom is scary when she's pissed off."

"Thanks, Chi-chi, you're a real help."

Chi-chi shrugged, "Well, if she did find out and got really pissed, you could always tell her that she can't kill you because of your historical value."

"Chi?"

"What?"

"Shut up."