A/N: Well it's been exactly 11 months and 10 days since I have updated… I actually just discovered that I had written an update for this story and forgotten to post it… Silly me. Well, enjoy.
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Coven of the Vampire Saiyans
By The Rogue Raven
Chapter 3: Food for the Dead SoulBulma grabbed the prince by the sleeve and dragged his stout figure back into the dimly lit kitchen with unusual strength for a woman her stature.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta growled furiously, baring his elongated incisors as the blue-haired vampire shoved him into a shadowy corner decorated with the silvery webs of a thousand spiders.
She pressed her index finger to her pale lips, "Shhh… They'll find you if you keep that up… Keep your voice down…" Bulma's cerulean orbs locked with Vegeta's own onyx depths.
The former prince glared, "Why exactly am I hiding from mortal that I could easily destroy?" His words hissed through his teeth in an angry whisper.
"Have you so quickly forgotten who you were in life?" she hissed hurriedly. "The Prince of Vegetasei, you moron! Those people are from your kingdom; they would recognize you in a heartbeat! You would expose our world! People would come looking for you and they would discover us!"
The sound of the wooden chair legs scraping across the floor in the next room indicated the arrival of the mortal guests. A light tinkling of feminine laughter could be heard, followed by a deeper rumble of a voice.
"Prean!" Bulma whispered urgently, "Get him something to cover that hair with!" The woman's eyes locked with the eyes of the former Saiyan prince one last time before pulling away and returning to the now occupied dining room.
"Lady Bulma!" called the soft feminine voice of a woman. "Good evening! Did you have a good day in town?"
Vegeta's attention was wrenched away from the conversation occurring in the dining room when he felt a hand grip his shoulder.
"Prince Vegeta," a whispered voice said.
The former Saiyan prince turned and met the green-gray eyes of the vampire Prean.
"Come on," she whispered, "I think I have just the thing to hide that hair…"
He nodded and followed her to a small wooden door in the back of the kitchen.
Prean buried her arms elbow deep in a large box that Vegeta could not guess the contents. "Ah, here we go!" She pulled out a dark black cloth. "Turn around." The brown-haired vampire combed the prince's raven colored hair back over his head with her fingers. "You Saiyans and your God-forsaken, gravity-defying, horrible hair…"
A grunt was the only reply she received.
Shaking her head disapprovingly, her hands tied the Saiyan's hair into a tail behind his head with the cloth. "They might recognize you in those clothes, but there's not much we can do about it right no though…" After turning him around to face her, she smiled beneficially, "It doesn't hide your identity perfectly, but for a makeshift disguise, it's fairly decent… Now let's go out there. Don't speak unless you're spoken to, make sure you don't bare you teeth, and what ever you do, do not, do not lose your control."
Vegeta's eyes darted over to the semi-small statured vampire who was now leading him toward the heavy wooden door that connected the darkened, dead kitchen to the brightly lit, living dining room. A growing crack of light appeared between the door and the wall as Prean pushed the dark door open. Both vampires were forced to squint their eyes against the sudden brightness that confronted them.
"Bulma, he's ready…" Prean said softly poking her head into the cheery room.
Bulma gave a rare smile, though miraculously succeeded in keeping her abnormally long canines covered with her pale pink lips, "Wonderful, bring him in…"
The taller, brown-haired vampire nodded and pulled Vegeta into the room. "Go sit down," Prean whispered to the confused vampire Saiyan in a voice that only the most powerful ears could hear.
The former Saiyan prince observed the room; the air was now filled with the delicious scent of life. Vegeta could almost taste the human essence emanating off of the three mortals that now occupied the room. The mortals. For the first time the newly created vampire got a good look at the other occupants of the house. Two men and a woman. All three stood as he entered the room.
"Lord and Lady Anyette, Lord Sheldon, allow me to introduce you to my good friend, Siyai. He's here on a visit from the capitol."
The three stepped around the table and Lady Anyette presented a hand to the mysterious stranger. It was then that Vegeta noticed that the noblewoman was incredibly pregnant. As he raised his hand to take the one presented to him, a voice echoed around him. "Don't do it." The words were as loud to him as if they had been shouted, but it seemed as if no one else had heard them. Onyx eyes met cerulean orbs from across the room. Bulma shook her head, "Don't do it," her voice sounded as clear as day to Vegeta, but the other three occupants didn't even notice. Not understanding why he shouldn't act with proper etiquette, the former prince took the hand of the delicate Lady Anyette and raised it to his lips. "It's a pleasure, milady."
When her hand was released Lady Anyette gently rubbed the spot where Vegeta's lips had been pressed, "You're so cold…" she whispered, "As cold as Death himself…"
Across the room Bulma took in a sharp breath, "Alas, my dear friend Lady Anyette, Siyai has poor circulation…"
"Oh please Lady Bulma, do call my Kiya," the noblewoman asked.
"Poor circulation?" Lord Anyette said. "Looks more like the warrior type than one of those pathetic non-fighting peasants."
"Byron, behave yourself!" Kiya fumed, slapping her husband's arm in a teasing manner.
"You realize, of course, that he's making a good point," Lord Sheldon commented.
"Cheon!"
"I'm only stating a fact! He does look like a warrior, and warriors simply don't have poor circulation. Explain to me why a warrior would."
The long silent Vegeta coughed, "It's a battle injury…"
Bulma, catching on quickly, added, "Oh yes, that's right. A few years back, on a purging mission, wasn't it? Siyai was hit by a stray ki blast. Terrible thing really, he isn't able to fight for the throne anymore, but he still trains almost constantly…"
"You poor dear!" Kiya cried.
Prean's head poked back into the room, "Bulma, dinner has been prepared. Would you like it served now?"
"Yes Prean, thank you. Will you and Stenieris be joining us for dinner?" the aqua-haired vampire asked pleasantly.
"Oh, no, the two of us are going into the city to do some…"
Bulma coughed politely and gave her niece a warning look across the table.
Prean cleared her throat and smiled in an almost devious manner, "…shopping…" With that word Vegeta could almost swear that he saw Prean's green-gray eyes flashed mischievously. Nodding politely she backed out of the room and footsteps could be heard going down into the cellar where multiple dark bedrooms lurked.
"Well then… Shall we eat?" Bulma asked politely as she rose from her seat.
"Righto Bulma," agreed Lord Sheldon heartily as he rose from his chair to help her with the food.
Shaking her head the vampire placed a hand on the mortal man's shoulder, "That won't be necessary Lord Sheldon. I can manage it by myself, and besides, you are the guest in this house." With that, she sauntered slowly across the room toward the kitchen door and every sway of her hips was followed by the eyes of the disappointed Lord Sheldon.
"So, Siyai," started Kiya conversationally, "how long are you going to be staying with us, here at the manor?"
Surprised at having another question directed at him Vegeta started in his seat. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked politely, as he had been paying more attention to the pulsating flow of blood that was occurring in the neck of the noblewoman.
"How long will you be staying with Lady Bulma, here at the manor?" she asked again.
"I'm not quite sure yet, it really depends on my duties back at the palace…" he replied unthinkingly.
Lord Anyette's brow furrowed, "And what is that you do at the palace exactly, Lord Siyai?"
Realizing his mistake Vegeta mentally scrambled for an answer, any answer that wouldn't lead to suspicion. "Well… I'm in… security…" he said, trying to sound calm.
"How is it," asked Lord Sheldon slowly, "that you are able to be a palace guard when you're not able to fight any more? I mean, I thought there was a fighting level requirement, isn't there?"
The former prince coughed nervously, "Yes, you're right… But I am not a guard… I'm… Head of Security…"
"But I thought that position was still held by that Nappa fellow?" Kiya pondered out loud.
"Well… you see…" Vegeta started, trying to save himself from his mistake, but he was spared when Bulma burst through the door that led to the kitchen.
"Here we are," the vampire princess said placing iridescent crystal glasses full of wine in front of each guest. "I spotted my nephew in the hallway and he offered to help serve the food before he goes to the city with his mother and my brother. Bring in the food please Stenieris."
A tall, fair skinned man with black hair and steely blue eyes stepped though the door carrying several plates of food. The first three plates he sat on the table were covered in heaping mounds of rice and a rather large chunk of meat, while the other two, the plates set in front of Bulma and Vegeta, were almost empty. "There you are Bulma… I think I'll go catch up with my mum now…" the youth said in a soft cold voice. "I hope you have a wonderful meal…" With a nod, Stenieris seemed to disappear within the blink of an eye, leaving Kali staring openly at the place he had occupied.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was gazing at his plate with a bewildered look on his face. "There's hardly any food on it…" he whispered, but no one except Bulma seemed to hear him. Her eyes were understanding as she whispered, "Don't touch the food unless you want to become deathly ill…"
"And the wine?" he whispered back to the princess.
Bulma flashed him a quick smile, showing her oversized canines, "It's not wine… It's blood… Mortal blood…"
Hiding his look of surprise the prince lifted the goblet to his mouth and inhaled sharply. The metallic scent of blood pervaded his nostrils and enveloped his senses. The former prince took a small sip from the glass and reveled in the taste of blood.
From across the table Kali was watching Vegeta with horror-struck curiosity, as he seemed to orgasm as the he drank the wine. While her eyes focused on Vegeta, her hands attempted to cut the large piece of meat that was sitting on her plate, but she was so preoccupied with the outrageous facial expressions that the man across from her was making that she didn't realize that her knife was slipping until-
"Ouch!" she cried out as she grasped her hand and placed her index finger to her lips.
Shocked out of his reverie, Vegeta quickly set down his wine glass and glanced up at the now bleeding woman. With his newly improved vision, the Saiyan prince could see the blood oozing from Kiya's finger to her slightly parted lips.
"Oh my!" Bulma screamed softly, her now black eyes unable to leave the sight of the blood that was now seeping down the woman's bare arm.
On closer inspection Vegeta, who had turned at her scream, realized that the princess's pupils had completely absorbed the blue of her eyes.
Almost in a trance, Bulma began moving closer and closer to the wounded noblewoman, slowly licking her lips and consumed with blood lust.
Vegeta, no longer under the blood's spell quickly grabbed his napkin and thrust it at Kali, "Here, wrap this around it… It'll stop the bleeding…"
As soon as the mortal had securely wrapped the napkin around her wounded finger the bloodlust in Bulma's eyes seemed to abate, but the Saiyan prince, on the other hand, was now staring fixedly on the blood that was seeping through the white napkin.
"Oh dear," the vampire princess muttered, rushing to Kiya's side. "I do hope you're not anemic… Prean was when she was pregnant and it was awful…"
Vegeta watched as Bulma began hurrying the woman out of the room, toward the staircase, while he wondered what an anemic vampire would look like.
"Let's get you up to bed dear. We don't want you passing out, now do we?" the princess continued as she hurried the mortal up the stairs.
Once the two women were out of sight Vegeta snapped out of his stupor and returned to drinking his wine.
"I say, women, eh?" said Lord Anyette. "Going and getting themselves hurt like that…"
"The way Lady Bulma acted, you'd think she'd never seen blood before in her life… Don't you agree?" added Lord Sheldon.
The Saiyan prince resisted the urge to laugh at the obliviousness of the two mortals.
"It's a good thing we were here, eh? Otherwise I think Lady Bulma might have passed out from the shock…"
Again, Vegeta was forced to restrain himself.
"Wouldn't you agree Siyai?" Byron asked suddenly, jerking the prince out of his musings.
"I-" but he was saved once again by the presence of the vampire princess, as she seemed to glide down the stairs to the dining room.
"So sorry about that gentlemen… Lady Anyette will be finishing her dinner in her room tonight. I managed to flag down Zacrai on my way up, and he'll be taking dinner up to her."
Almost if on cue a Saiyan looking vampire of middling height, with dark brown hair and eyes appeared in the doorway of the dining room with a tray. He quickly glided over to Kiya's empty seat and lifted her wine and plate on to the tray, and Zacrai was gone almost as quickly as he had appeared.
"I must say Lady Bulma," commented Lord Sheldon with a hint of something in his voice that Vegeta couldn't quite place, "for someone who lives in the middle of no where, you certainly give good… service."
There it was. Lust. This weakling Chikyuujin was lusting after the vampire princess. It was almost laughable. Vegeta took a sip of his 'wine' and glanced at his fellow vampire out of the corner of his eye. She knew as well. In fact, she seemed to be encouraging the lustful behavior by sending sultry glances toward the desirous mortal. The newly born Vampire-Saiyan almost choked on the warm liquid gliding down his throat. What was she up to? As if to answer the unasked question, Bulma seemed to turn to her new companion and give the smallest of winks. It happened so quickly that Vegeta wasn't even sure it had happened, and glancing around told him that neither mortal had seen it happen.
"You will see in time little prince," the vampire princess's voice echoed through his head. "Tonight we feed."
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A/N: Was it worth it? The next chapter, whenever I may get around to writing it will be, I think, slightly more risqué… Hehehe… Ah, well, please review, I'd like to know if anyone still wants to read this…
Raven