VEGETA METALLIX: "THE CALLING OF WARRIORS"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, or any of the related characters. If I did, I'd be writing professional right now! Plus, I'd kick the flamers of all my favorite fanfic writers (Camaro most definitely included) in the head, then toss 'um out a friggin window, UNDERSTAND?!
Master Roshi was wishing he was still sitting in his lawn chair, reading a dirty magazine (as usual), and drinking some scotch whiskey from a flask. He was feeling like he going to have a heart attack. The emotional ruckus going on in his house was truly bizarre, and terrifying to a degree he never knew existed. It had started last week, a few hours after that overgrown metal bowling ball in space had shown up, which scared the living shit out of Roshi, the very reason why he felt like he was going to have a heart attack He wished to Kami that he could figure out what the hell was going on. You know what? In reality, he really didn't want to know, but he knew he had to.
Something rather unusual had happened a mere few hours after the machine planet had arrived: He finally had a drinking buddy. It wasn't Yamcha, the most likely candidate, Krillin or Tien, Chow Tsu or Yajibobi, or even the Saiyins or even Dende, but Piccolo. Of all the people, it was Piccolo! Now is that just weird or what?
The seven foot Namek had arrived at Master Roshi's island earlier in the week, and had asked if Master Roshi would like some company, and a drinking buddy. The first part wasn't that unusual, and even a friendly change for the lizard man, but a drinking buddy? Weird doesn't even begin to describe! Roshi had asked Piccolo why, and got the answer, "Why not?" Roshi thought about it for a minute and decided to let the Namek stay for a while. This made the big Namekian smile wickedly, who then told Roshi he'd be back in a minute, but when Roshi tried to ask him where he was going, he was left looking at the empty spot where Piccolo stood. Master Roshi was stunned and confused, but was soon tripping over himself when Piccolo came back, a few seconds later. Why? That is quite simplistic to answer: Piccolo had towed a large boat from wherever he had gone, and that boat had been leaden down with a horde of beautiful women of every nationality, including Hispanic, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, African, Indian, Irish, Russian, British, American, a veritable international banquet for charmers, seducers, players, and ladies men.
Master Roshi could hardly contain himself, and almost soiled his pants in his excitement at seeing a veritable army of young, beautiful, single women pouring out of the boat that Piccolo had towed from who knows where. His eyes bugged right out of his ancient cranium, his member swelled to the size of a Swedish sausage, and the blush on his face was so fierce, that he appeared as red as beat. He was just about to put on the charm, when three of the girls leaped on top of him, and, well, I think you can figure out the rest, if you really want to, that is.
Piccolo was standing on the forward beam of the boat, one foot on deck, one foot on the dragon figure head decorating the bow, dressed in baggy white pants, knee high cavalier boots that shimmered black in the tropical sun, a white silk shirt frilled at the neck, a blue naval jacket with golden buttons, black cuffs and a matching collar, topped off with white gloves possessing gold studs on the knuckles. He wore a very long black cape to finish the picture. This new outfit was quite unusual for the straight and serious fighter, but still kind of cool; he looked like a green Treize Cushrenada.
He smiled at the girls' antics and leaped off his perch, landing gracefully on Master Roshi's porch. He pushed open the door using a minute amount of Ki, invisible to the eye, and walked inside. The outfit and the moves made all the girls swoon and moan praise to the green skinned fighter. He turned his head slightly, and whistled soft and sweetly. The girls still in the boat, those giving it to Roshi, and those that had just gotten off the boat, whipped their faces toward Piccolo, and took off after him. They stormed right after him, but stopped on a dime, about a few inches from his back. Turtle was staring at the strange scene and was going to say something, when a pair of twin blondes plunked down right beside him on either side, and began to snuggle and grope his shell, and stroke his leathery face. He blushed as badly as Roshi, and stared straight at Piccolo, a fearful look in his large eyes. Piccolo turned to face turtle and said softly, "Don't worry Turtle. They don't bite. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a house party to throw". As he walked into the house, a naked Master Roshi Yelled, "House Party?!", but when he saw all the girls give him sultry smiles, he giggled like a lunatic, and rushed inside to help set up.
His laughter stopped when he noticed that everyone had halted dead in their tracks. He asked, "Hey what's the hold up. Let's get this party started!" He shoved through the crowd of girls to see what the hold-up was. When he saw the reason, he suddenly became very quiet. Vegeta was floating in the center of the room, eyes glowing a deep shade of purple, fangs bared, tail whipping.Tail? Somehow, Vegeta's tail had grown back, but was a great deal thicker with black scaly plates running along the underneath, adorned with a long sword-like blade of bone at the tip, the thick brown fur of the tail replaced by spiky red armor plating tinted with magenta. He was still Super Saiyin Three, but bony, black ridges and blood-red needles lined his sloped forehead and arched eyebrows, all made insignificant by the quartet of crimson horns sticking out of his head, the top pair just touching the edge of Vegeta sloping brow; The longest pair must have been at least four feet, and were angled up, while the second pair was half the length and angled down.
There were crystalline orbs and ovals of various sizes and colors, poking out of the skin on his arms, shoulders, his neck, jaw line, cheeks, and the largest jewel, an emerald-like oval embedded in his forehead, like a huge third eye. He also had the beginnings of an exoskeleton on his torso, decorated with more crystalline orbs, with the addition of spikes. The legs of his pants were torn to shreds, more spikes and armor underneath.
He was two feet taller, standing on his foot long, blade-like toes, his naked feet two feet long. Well, that answers the question of the extra height. He had what appeared to be tentacles sprouting out of his back, each one plated in black metallic armor. Vegeta's skin was turning black along the jaw-line, the hollow of the neck, under his arms, and most of the arms, excluding the shoulders, biceps, and the back of his bare forearms, which were armored in spiky red exoskeleton plates. Vegeta's face was armored likewise, giving the impression he was wearing a helmet.
The only reason that master Roshi and Piccolo recognized him was the fact that he was still wearing his usual training outfit, his hair was still golden and reaching down to floor, plus his Ki was laced with Vegeta's usual arrogant and pompous feelings. Piccolo adjusted his cape and stepped forward. The many girls with him tried to hide behind them, cowering in pure fear of the monster in front of them. Piccolo Looked Vegeta up and down, and said sarcastically, "Hey, Vegeta. Nice costume. You're a bit late for Halloween though". Vegeta smirked and began walking up to the Namek with calm and patience, his new tail thrashing the air violently. Piccolo noticed a rope tie to the bone on the tail, and followed it back to a young girl wearing a choker, the rope tied through the ring attached to the choker. She had been stripped naked, and cuts and bite marks along her neck, shoulders, chest, face, and arms could be seen. They were still bleeding, so they were pretty fresh. Piccolo looked the girl over, looking like he was actually pleased with what Vegeta did to the poor women.
"Piccolo. I see fate has been good to you. Psychically enhanced pheromones, a phenomenal sex drive and animal magnetism to match, and even a new wardrobe", he smirked when he saw Piccolo's rather gaudy attire, and added "Okay, where did you come out with that ridiculous outfit. The seventeenth century?" He reared back his head and laughed a horrible laugh, His voice far too deep to be normal, breathy, and distorted as though run through a digitizer, with a hint of crinkling tin foil. All the girls squealed in terror, and would have all taken off, if not for Piccolo, who started laughing himself, getting Vegeta's attention pretty quick. Vegeta stopped laughing, and stared at the Namek with a confused glare, wondering what was so funny. He found out when Piccolo, between laughs, said, "Do you honestly know how stupid YOU look. At least I'm wearing something with style, while you look like some super-charged reject from a Stephen King novel, you moronic dope. HAHAHAHAHA!" Vegeta stared incredulously; stunned that a formerly a-sexual lizard had burned him. He pointed his finger at him and was ready to have at it verbally, then physically, when he blinked his eyes, which had bulged out of his head. He stared at the red exoskeletal armor on his body, his blackening skin, and the crystals sticking out of him. He stared at himself, his new tail, and the crying girl tied up to it. How did he not notice this horrid transformation?!
"Because, you silly child, I did not deem it necessary for you to notice it. You were so happy with the little tramp you picked up that I didn't want to distract you with details and useless information", an inhumanly deep baritone voice boomed. Vegeta whipped his head back around and realized the voice had come from Piccolo. The girls, Roshi, and especially Vegeta looked at Piccolo with shock and wonder, which turned to stack fear, as the Namek began to swell like a balloon. With a blast of air, bursting flesh and clothes, where Piccolo stood, now stood a being that had every rite to be described as a gothic, beautiful, and terrifying incarnation of death. He wore a combination of royal and tattered midnight black robes, trimmed with silver and platinum, baggy pants of the same color and make, and gray-silver medievaly armored boots, gauntlets, and exposed chest. The entity had platinum colored hair, and six ivory white horns adorning his wide, black lizard-like head like a crown.
Vegeta simply stared at the being, shocked and bewildered. He somehow remembered it from somewhere, but couldn't recollect where. It had to bend down, for even without the horns, it would have smashed its head through the ten foot ceiling, it was so tall. It smiled gently at the Saiyin Prince and whispered, "How are enjoying the modifications made to your form? Your discomfort is insignificant in the long run, but your sanity most definitely is not. Your biological nature has been modified by a techno- organic nano-virus, which came to be in your body thanks to Cynenba's touching you. He injected you so he could manipulate your mind, your body, and your soul, to suit his desires, and ultimately mine. Your are no longer a mere Saiyin, but a bio-technologically enhanced combat organism. What I have planned for you, my dear boy, is beyond your comprehension.for the moment".
Vegeta was simply shell-shocked. Master Roshi had fortunately replaced his devastated outfit, and looked ready to throw off a Kamehameha wave at the intruder, and the girls were whimpering and crying, the girl who Vegeta had tied to his tail was the same one he abducted on the street corner that day, she was sitting in a corner, scrunched up into a fetal position, crying her eyes out, begging for no more. Vegeta Stared at her, himself, and then the being who had been Piccolo. He started to twitch like a person suffering from some kind of nervous disorder, getting an arched eyebrow from the Grim Reaper-like being. Roshi held off on the Kamehameha wave and simply stared at the being that had been the Prince of all Saiyins, realizing that Vegeta was going to lose it. Vegeta's eyes started to bug out of his mutated head, green-white veins straining to keep from bursting.
Just before He could react, though, something smashed through the ceiling, driven down onto the black-garbed entity, ramming him into the ground like a pile driver. The entity was hit so hard, he ended up almost a hundred feet beneath the surface of the island, with a surprised look on his scaly face, but not angry in the slightest. He was broadly smiling, and laughing happily. He kept on laughing as he cheered, "Now that is the kind of power I absolutely love to see, right up in my face! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Okay, former guardian, bring it!" and shot out of the deep pit like a comet, made from his initial slamming, and stopped a few inches from the face of the real Piccolo, who was wearing his usual deep blue training Gi, weighted white cape and turban, and was also smiling.
The two beings looked each other right in the eye, then did something completely unexpected. They shook hands like gentlemen and both said, "To a good fight", smiling like it was all some strange kind of game, and both threw a punch, both punches hitting the other square in the chops. Piccolo was the one to throw the next punch, hitting the black robed entity in the stomach, which returned the favor with a savage spin kick to Piccolo's head, a ear piercing clang ringing through the air. The entity smirked, then saw stars as Piccolo rammed his green head into its face like a sledge hammer, then followed up with a spin kick of his own, then a round house punch and a flurry of hyper speed kicks to the mid riff. He opened his palm and thrust it into the huge gothic being's face and fired off a massive Ki blast that totally engulfed the creature, who came flying out the blast, and gave Piccolo a taste of his own medicine with a pulsating, crude oil black Ki blast from his mouth. Piccolo was sent flying by the blast, his cape and turban catching fire, forcing him to discard them.
He knew he was burned pretty badly, but he'd be damned if he let Harukan know it was hurting like a bitch, which it was. He hadn't seen him since before he came to Earth all those years ago. He met Harukan on a planet called Kanasa. He hadn't been Piccolo back then, but he couldn't remember the name of the Namek that he and Kami had come from. Anyway, the two had meet in a museum during a tour, and got to chatting about the different exhibits, discussing the feelings of the various artists who created the many breath-taking, and many times unusual artwork, Harukan making the joke that they were all hopped up on some kind of narcotic or such near the end of the conversation, and Piccolo's predecessor saying that was an unfriendly comment about such wonders of art. They both went to the commissary and had a relaxing meal, developing quite a liking to each other, eventually developing a full-fledged friendship out of the encounter, each enjoying each others wit and keen mind. But it wasn't important, right now. Right now, he had to figure out exactly what Harukan was involved in, and exactly what the hell was going on.
Vegeta had one thought screaming through his genetically alter noggin: "What in the fucking hell is going on here?!?!" The last thing he remembers is arriving back at Capsule Corp with the girl he abducted from the street corner, landing at the front door to the Briefs residence, kicking it open, getting a shocked squeal from Bulma's mother, who had been entertaining some old friends, who looked on in shock as a very tall man with a mane of golden hair and a cave man forehead, wearing a rip-off of Blade the Vampire hunter's outfit, came stomping into the house with a young women draped over his wide shoulders. They all stared at the scene, getting a fang- filled snarl from Vegeta, who then gave Bulma's mom the once over look, and licked his fang-like teeth with a seriously long, forked tongue, freaking out the small group of people assembled in the living room, but amazingly provoking a serious blush from Bulma's mom. Vegeta walked over to a vacant chair and gently deposited the brunette in the chair, walked over to Bulma's mother, took her hand in his, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it in a gentleman's fashion, then whispered seductively in her ear, "Maybe you should join Bulma and me in a little romp some night. I'm sure you'd drive the both of us simply mad with bliss. Nothing like a mother to show her little girl how to make a guy.want it", and with that, he whipped out of the room, leaving Bulma's mother to furiously blush for a second, then faint dead away. He left the girl behind in the chair for now, charged upstairs, and crashed through the door of Bulma's room, scaring the shit out of her good and properly. He noticed she was already on the bed. Convenient.
Bulma stared at Vegeta, giving him a glare that portrayed both heartbreak, and some serious frustration, all of which excited Vegeta all the more as he looked at her. He reveled when she was feisty. Vegeta simply stared her right back, getting a delicious gasp of shock when she looked right into his eyes. He proceeded to remove his jacket, completely oblivious to the fact that Bulma had gasped because of his newly altered eyes, which at this very moment, were glowing a soft magenta.
He had chosen a floor length leather jacket to compliment his new black body armor, and the jeans and thick-soled leather boots of the same color, all being weighted down for training purposes. The coat hit the floor like a ton of lead, smashing a large dent into the carpeted floor, the floor straining not to collapse. Vegeta's new body armor was more like an over- stuffed flack jacket with rather heavy looking buckles and clasps, all of which were undone before Bulma could register the movements. The vest was even heavier than the jacket, and smashed right through the floor like it was tissue paper. It smashed right through the floor of the main floor too, but stopped at the basement. He looked down the hole produced by his vest and meekly said "sorry", but with sarcasm lacing every syllable. He turned back to his bride and smiled wickedly, knowing this was going to so. Much. Fun. He then pulled off the shirt he wore underneath the armor, and got a shriek from Bulma, making him chuckle huskily. In a low, sultry voice said, "I'm glad you approve beautiful. Get ready to scream, `cause when I'm done, your going to be screaming A LOT". He then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes.
He hadn't realized it yet, but the beginnings of his current exoskeleton had begun to emerge, as well as his skin beginning to blacken. Bulma wanted desperately to scream, but the look on Vegeta's face spoke volumes. It would only excite the Saiyin prince all the more, and she didn't even want to think about what he was going to do when he was as excited as he was right now, let alone even more excited! Unfortunately, she found out. He leaped at her, but stopped a fraction of an inch from her lovely face, floating like some kind of vampire, and giving her "the eye". He planted one right on her full, burgundy lips and inwardly chuckled as a muffled shriek escaped her throat, driving Vegeta truly and completely crazy. Like he wasn't already!
He pulled back from the kiss, his horrible eyes bugging right out of their sockets, enhancing the fearful structure of the optics tenfold, His smile spreading from ear to ear, gleaming white with fangs, every facial muscle twitching and pulsating, all combining into the most purely crazed look that anyone had ever seen, all further enhanced by Vegeta's sloped cranial plate and mane of spiky golden hair. He chuckled and giggled like a raving lunatic, cupped her face in his hands, and then said with a hushed rasp in his voice, "Don't look so scared, My love. Soon, you and I will rule this world, and Kakarott will be dead. Just enjoy yourself in me". With that said, he began kissing her again, but more gently this time. He began moving down her face, kissing her cheeks, her chin, and sensually kissing her throat, occasionally flicking his tongue out, sending shivers up and down Bulma's spine.
Vegeta smirked as his mate shivered at his teasing, and decided to play up the Don Juan Demarco thing a bit more. He kissed her left shoulder, then began massaging her chest, just above the neck line. He could feel Bulma becoming more and more excited with every touch, every tease, but he could also feel her anxiety, her unease, her FEAR. What a sweat treat! He could TASTE her fear, as though it was like some fine wine, perfectly aged, not too sweat, full bodied, and having a long, long finish. He was in heaven! He pushed her red dress up a bit, kissing her now exposed stomach, still finely toned, even though she was getting on in years, but he didn't care. She was his, now and forever. Forever! He moved down her chest, kissing and massaging pleasure spots, making Bulma moan softly, which sent shivers of demented bliss racing all through Vegeta's mutating body. His stopped right in front of her women hood, and was just about ready to tear through her panties with his teeth and have at it. He focused his mind into a surgical knife, getting back some rationality, and decided to try something else first. Vegeta began rubbing Bulma's toned, luscious legs, trying to relax her a bit as not to totally freak her out. He was at it for about a minute, wondering if he was doing it right, then got the idea to give her a foot massage. Why not? She had always wanted him to give her one, but when he actually did, he was foul tempered, and way too rough. This time, he was anything but foul-tempered and rough. It was the most romantic thing Vegeta had ever done for Bulma, which he actually enjoyed doing, that is!
Vegeta decided to get some feed back to see if he was doing okay, and softly toned, "Bulma? Can you still hear me love? I was just wondering, how am I doing? Is it alright?" Bulma was in a dazed, trance-like state, but Vegeta's question snapped her out of it pretty quick. She blinked at the Saiyin prince, with a perplexed look on her face, and said, "Alright? Alright? Vegeta, you've been nothing but.but.how do I put this delicately", she stated in a somewhat annoyed voice, making Vegeta look down in hurt and disappointment, but Bulma saw this and took his currently armored face in her hands, and tilted his altered face up to hers and said, in a apologetic tone, "Vegeta, I didn't mean it like that! I was just kidding with you. Now, to answer your rather silly question: Your truly incredible! Where did you learn all that?" Vegeta perked up like he was just stuck with a needle loaded with amphetamines, and picked Bulma up like she was a feather, and spun around and around, laughing like was high on something. Vegeta was so happy right now; that he felt like all of heaven had dropped right into his lap! Vegeta was about to kiss Bulma again when he noticed that she was turning a weird shade of green, and realized she was getting motion sickness. Ooops! He stopped spinning, and gently laid Bulma back down on the bed. He knelt down beside her, holding her hand like he would never let go. Bulma's normal color started to come back, making Vegeta's warped heart skip a beat. "Bulma?", he asked, his voice hushed, like a whisper. Bulma put her hand to her fore head, and looked the monstrous being that had been Vegeta right in the eye and said, with no trace of sarcasm or anger in her voice, "I'm okay, handsome, but go easier on me okay? I'm an old women!", giggling when she mentioned the last part. She openly laughed for about a minute, but stopped when she saw Vegeta just still kneeling by her side, the concerned look on his slowly metamorphing face even more intense. He spoke his feelings: "You will never be old to me. Never. To me, you will always be my own personal angel, my own personal goddess. You will never be anything to me but the women who slowly stole my heart, and taught this old beast how to love. Now, my sweet, I will prove through action more than words could ever portray what I say".
Vegeta stood up, and breathed out. He held out his clawed left hand and waved it over Bulma's face. Bulma felt a chill go through the room, and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm, and suddenly realized something. Vegeta doing whatever it was he did, caused her clothes to disappear in an ethereal smoky haze, the crazed look that was on Vegeta's face early returning, and becoming even more intense than ever, if such a thing was possible. He licked his lips over and over again, relishing the sight of Bulma's naked body right in front of him: her flowing and alluring curves cultivated and maintained, her toned and meaty ass, a teaser in itself, her long, luscious legs, her cream colored skin, her impressive bust, all of which was driving him even further into madness. If he didn't take her right now, he would surely die.
He concentrated a little, and upped his Ki level, and got right back to business. He kissed her passionately, not giving her a chance to react. He massaged the inside of her mouth with his newly forked tongue, getting a small, but enjoyable moan from Bulma, who was starting to lose her own self control, and soon began exploring Vegeta's mouth likewise. She curled her tongue around Vegeta's making the Saiyin prince growl like a lion, who slowly, teasing broke the kiss, and began working his way down Bulma's body teasing every inch of silky skin with his snake -like tongue, making her giggle and squeal with pleasure, eventually staring at her aroused sex, then darting his thick tongue inside, then back out, and then back in again. Bulma simply lost it and cried out in glee, "Yes, Vegeta, yes! Make me come, you sexy bastard, make me come!", as Vegeta started to basically shove his whole tongue into her entrance, his tongue twitching and thrashing like a seizure victim convulsing.
To say the least, Bulma never felt anything remotely like this, and begged Vegeta to keep going. He complied whole-heartedly. He inwardly chuckled as he pulled his two foot tongue out of Bulma, savoring her first climax with evil glee, almost going mad as her taste permeate his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head. He crawled back up her body, like a lion stalking it's prey, stopping at her neck line, and cupped her firm orbs in his scaling hands, wiggling his fingers, tickling her with a subtle touch here and there. He then began licking the firm pink nipples of her breasts, nipping them with his fangs occasionally, stimulating a shriek of pleasure from Bulma, and a small droplet of blood, which Vegeta lapped up like some kind of vampire.
He decided it was at last time for the topper of the evening. He picked her up the her hips and positioned her sex over his, and drove her down with sheer abandonment, Bulma screaming out in both pain and pleasure, unable to come to terms with how much she was enjoying this, and placed her palms firmly against Vegeta's constantly mutating chest. She felt like her inside were going to rip like wet paper the way that Vegeta was thrusting inside of her, but paid it no further heed. She was having too much fun.
Vegeta was now on top of her, ramming down into her, Bulma's legs wrapped around Vegeta's trim waist, squeezing like there was no tomorrow, hanging on for dear life. They bucked together like two demented people having a hard core wrestling match! Bulma was screaming in both intense pain and maddening pleasure, which only excited the mutated Saiyin prince all the more. He couldn't take any more, and simply tossed what little restraint he retained right out the proverbial window, opened his mouth, extended his fangs by an uncomfortable inch, and rammed them down into Bulma's neck, like some kind of demonic super vampire.
Bulma's eyes burst open in a combination of surprise, terror, and pain as Vegeta hungrily drank, making disgusting slurping sounds. She felt like the insides of her throat were being sucked right into Vegeta's mouth! She screamed at the pain, but Vegeta thought she was climaxing again, and kept on drinking. He felt his mates life force drain into his being, invigorating him in a way he never thought possible. It was like the feeling one gets from great sex, a gourmet meal, and getting high on drugs all at the same! Anybody listening? Vegeta felt like gold! Like silver! Like.like.whatever the other fucking precious metals were called! He was getting so engrossed in his little feast, that he didn't notice Bulma turn a horrible shade of white. He felt her flame about to be snuffed out, when he snapped out of it. Vegeta's eyes flashed open, and he pulled his fangs from Bulma's neck, shocked, bewildered, and experiencing a full-blown panic attack. He started babbling and incoherently swearing on himself, but tried to regain his composure. Regain his composure?! He had just about killed the only person in creation who truly loved him! He fell to the floor, screaming out to the heavens, a roar so sorrowful and intense, it simply could not be described. He leapt to his feet, and shoot straight down through the floor, charged through the house to the living room, picked up his living cargo, and shot off like a comet, not caring where he went, just to get away from here. He had killed his mate, his heart his soul.
Little did he know, that a most unusual savior had rescued Bulma from death. A savior that wore a great deal of black, embroidered with silver and platinum, grayish medieval armor, and had a wide reptilian head, six horns sprouting from the cranium like the spines of a crown. Harukan walked over to the bed, and scooped up the nearly dead Bulma in his huge arms, and kissed the wounds on her neck, healing them instantly, and stimulating her body to replenish what it had lost. His robes wrapped themselves around Bulma's shivering body as though possessing a life of their own, and began to warm her frost cold body with the kind of warmth felt from a fatherly love, wizened and strong enough for two. Harukan's scaly face was sheathed in sadness. He whispered to the unconscious girl in his arms, "Sweet child, how you remind me of my own daughter. I truly hate to do this to you, but I must take you from your prince. It will be a painful time for the both of you, but you shall both endure. You shall endure, and through you, I shall know justice for those taken from me. Then you may be reunited. But only when I succeed. I pray one day, that you two find it in your hearts to forgive this old devil, but if you see fit to revile me for the rest of your days, so be it. I will accept your judgment. I deserve so much worse", and with that he simply faded into nothing, taking Bulma where Vegeta would never find her. Harukan's ancient home world. A world devastated by an equally ancient race of monsters whose name Harukan had reviled for ten thousand years: the Hynakus.
Master Roshi Listened to the terrible ruckus coming from his house, wishing there was something he could do to console the mentally shattered Saiyin prince . He felt tears slide down his wrinkled cheeks, and said something he thought he'd never say in a hundred million years: "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Vegeta. I'm so sorry". With that said he walked back to what was left of the house. The fight between Piccolo, the real one, and this Harukan guy has wrecked it pretty good, but you know what the amazing thing was. Piccolo and Harukan both called a truce into the second DAY of the fight, and were leaning against a still intact wall, talking about old times, which made Master Roshi feel like he wanted to blast the both of them into so much ash and cinder. How in Kami-Sama's name could they idly chat when a man was going crazy, no one to comfort him, or even keep him company, and to add to it, Harukan had screwed with Vegeta's head so badly, that he ended up killing poor Bulma! That bastard! That does it! Roshi powered up a Kamehameha wave, and nailed Harukan in the groin. Piccolo got two, one to the head, and the second hit HIS groin. This effectively dropped the both of them. Roshi humphed, and walked into the house, intent on showing at least some kind of compassion, unlike the two bastards outside. Harukan screamed, "Okay, I deserved that, but what the hell did Piccolo do?!", and crawled to his feet, then helped Piccolo to his feet.
Piccolo growled, "Don't mind him. He just doesn't get it. He can show Vegeta all the compassion he wants, it won't bring Bulma back. And besides, Vegeta's still changing". Harukan looked at his old friend with a sad expression and sadly thought to himself, a tear welling up in his eye, "If only you knew, my old friend, that Bulma was in fact alive, you'd probably be offering to help Roshi rearrange my molecules. I pray, that when this horrid business is concluded, you can forgive me. That is, if Cynenba doesn't kill us all first!" Harukan looked to the open window of the room that Vegeta was temporarily occupying. He saw a thrash of tentacles, and ducked to avoid the broken glass and window molding that was now raining down on him and Piccolo. They both took off running, but halted dead when an earth shattering roar, a sound that combined an explosion with a baritone scream with a sonic boom, slammed into their backs, and whirled them around. What they saw made both of them stiffen, they're eyes bulge, and their bodies quake with fear. What they saw was a being that was fit to be called the devil: A devil named Vegeta!
He still sported the blood red exoskeleton, covered in spikes, and studded with oval-like jewels, but his skin had changed color; from tar black to ocean blue. He was now close over sixteen feet tall, and now looked more like a giant bipedal reptile/insect cross than a man. Vegeta still possessed his mane of glowing gold hair from his Super Saiyin three form, but his head was now like a lizard, a long, thick snout, filled with shark- like teeth, his inhuman eyes on the side of his head, and tripled in number. His mouth was adorned with four jagged mandibles, two sprouting from behind the ear, two connected the protruding cheekbone. His horns were now as straight as arrows, each connected by a pair of bone strips, which stretched the gap between the horns, including the new fifth horn growing right out of the top of Vegeta's skull. But perhaps the most bizarre alterations were the extra pair of arms the Vegeta had somehow acquired, and the insectile shell on his back the reminded Piccolo of Cell. Wonderful. Just great!
The beast that had once been Vegeta stared right at the two, and started to snarl and growl, a disgusting gurgling sound that made Piccolo's stomach feel queasy. It leaped out of the hole it made in the wall, screaming like a tortured soul that had found a way out of hell, and was now looking for revenge, its claws ready, teeth gleaming in the sun light, mouth wide open, a godless roar erupting from its hideous mouth. As the creatures roared screamed through Earth's atmosphere, Piccolo and Harukan both thought that within the roar, they could swear they heard a single, powerful word, a word that seemed to sum up Harukan's life. The word was: REVENGE!!!!!!!!!
Author's note: I wish to apologize to all the fans who have been reading my story so far. Due to my own ignorance, and negligence to fix the mistakes, Chapter five will in fact be "THE CALLING OF WARRIORS", not this one. I have renamed this chapter "DARKNESS FALLS". Once again ask for you forgiveness, and hope you all stay with me for the next chapter, the true "CALLING OF WARRIORS".!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, or any of the related characters. If I did, I'd be writing professional right now! Plus, I'd kick the flamers of all my favorite fanfic writers (Camaro most definitely included) in the head, then toss 'um out a friggin window, UNDERSTAND?!
Master Roshi was wishing he was still sitting in his lawn chair, reading a dirty magazine (as usual), and drinking some scotch whiskey from a flask. He was feeling like he going to have a heart attack. The emotional ruckus going on in his house was truly bizarre, and terrifying to a degree he never knew existed. It had started last week, a few hours after that overgrown metal bowling ball in space had shown up, which scared the living shit out of Roshi, the very reason why he felt like he was going to have a heart attack He wished to Kami that he could figure out what the hell was going on. You know what? In reality, he really didn't want to know, but he knew he had to.
Something rather unusual had happened a mere few hours after the machine planet had arrived: He finally had a drinking buddy. It wasn't Yamcha, the most likely candidate, Krillin or Tien, Chow Tsu or Yajibobi, or even the Saiyins or even Dende, but Piccolo. Of all the people, it was Piccolo! Now is that just weird or what?
The seven foot Namek had arrived at Master Roshi's island earlier in the week, and had asked if Master Roshi would like some company, and a drinking buddy. The first part wasn't that unusual, and even a friendly change for the lizard man, but a drinking buddy? Weird doesn't even begin to describe! Roshi had asked Piccolo why, and got the answer, "Why not?" Roshi thought about it for a minute and decided to let the Namek stay for a while. This made the big Namekian smile wickedly, who then told Roshi he'd be back in a minute, but when Roshi tried to ask him where he was going, he was left looking at the empty spot where Piccolo stood. Master Roshi was stunned and confused, but was soon tripping over himself when Piccolo came back, a few seconds later. Why? That is quite simplistic to answer: Piccolo had towed a large boat from wherever he had gone, and that boat had been leaden down with a horde of beautiful women of every nationality, including Hispanic, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, African, Indian, Irish, Russian, British, American, a veritable international banquet for charmers, seducers, players, and ladies men.
Master Roshi could hardly contain himself, and almost soiled his pants in his excitement at seeing a veritable army of young, beautiful, single women pouring out of the boat that Piccolo had towed from who knows where. His eyes bugged right out of his ancient cranium, his member swelled to the size of a Swedish sausage, and the blush on his face was so fierce, that he appeared as red as beat. He was just about to put on the charm, when three of the girls leaped on top of him, and, well, I think you can figure out the rest, if you really want to, that is.
Piccolo was standing on the forward beam of the boat, one foot on deck, one foot on the dragon figure head decorating the bow, dressed in baggy white pants, knee high cavalier boots that shimmered black in the tropical sun, a white silk shirt frilled at the neck, a blue naval jacket with golden buttons, black cuffs and a matching collar, topped off with white gloves possessing gold studs on the knuckles. He wore a very long black cape to finish the picture. This new outfit was quite unusual for the straight and serious fighter, but still kind of cool; he looked like a green Treize Cushrenada.
He smiled at the girls' antics and leaped off his perch, landing gracefully on Master Roshi's porch. He pushed open the door using a minute amount of Ki, invisible to the eye, and walked inside. The outfit and the moves made all the girls swoon and moan praise to the green skinned fighter. He turned his head slightly, and whistled soft and sweetly. The girls still in the boat, those giving it to Roshi, and those that had just gotten off the boat, whipped their faces toward Piccolo, and took off after him. They stormed right after him, but stopped on a dime, about a few inches from his back. Turtle was staring at the strange scene and was going to say something, when a pair of twin blondes plunked down right beside him on either side, and began to snuggle and grope his shell, and stroke his leathery face. He blushed as badly as Roshi, and stared straight at Piccolo, a fearful look in his large eyes. Piccolo turned to face turtle and said softly, "Don't worry Turtle. They don't bite. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a house party to throw". As he walked into the house, a naked Master Roshi Yelled, "House Party?!", but when he saw all the girls give him sultry smiles, he giggled like a lunatic, and rushed inside to help set up.
His laughter stopped when he noticed that everyone had halted dead in their tracks. He asked, "Hey what's the hold up. Let's get this party started!" He shoved through the crowd of girls to see what the hold-up was. When he saw the reason, he suddenly became very quiet. Vegeta was floating in the center of the room, eyes glowing a deep shade of purple, fangs bared, tail whipping.Tail? Somehow, Vegeta's tail had grown back, but was a great deal thicker with black scaly plates running along the underneath, adorned with a long sword-like blade of bone at the tip, the thick brown fur of the tail replaced by spiky red armor plating tinted with magenta. He was still Super Saiyin Three, but bony, black ridges and blood-red needles lined his sloped forehead and arched eyebrows, all made insignificant by the quartet of crimson horns sticking out of his head, the top pair just touching the edge of Vegeta sloping brow; The longest pair must have been at least four feet, and were angled up, while the second pair was half the length and angled down.
There were crystalline orbs and ovals of various sizes and colors, poking out of the skin on his arms, shoulders, his neck, jaw line, cheeks, and the largest jewel, an emerald-like oval embedded in his forehead, like a huge third eye. He also had the beginnings of an exoskeleton on his torso, decorated with more crystalline orbs, with the addition of spikes. The legs of his pants were torn to shreds, more spikes and armor underneath.
He was two feet taller, standing on his foot long, blade-like toes, his naked feet two feet long. Well, that answers the question of the extra height. He had what appeared to be tentacles sprouting out of his back, each one plated in black metallic armor. Vegeta's skin was turning black along the jaw-line, the hollow of the neck, under his arms, and most of the arms, excluding the shoulders, biceps, and the back of his bare forearms, which were armored in spiky red exoskeleton plates. Vegeta's face was armored likewise, giving the impression he was wearing a helmet.
The only reason that master Roshi and Piccolo recognized him was the fact that he was still wearing his usual training outfit, his hair was still golden and reaching down to floor, plus his Ki was laced with Vegeta's usual arrogant and pompous feelings. Piccolo adjusted his cape and stepped forward. The many girls with him tried to hide behind them, cowering in pure fear of the monster in front of them. Piccolo Looked Vegeta up and down, and said sarcastically, "Hey, Vegeta. Nice costume. You're a bit late for Halloween though". Vegeta smirked and began walking up to the Namek with calm and patience, his new tail thrashing the air violently. Piccolo noticed a rope tie to the bone on the tail, and followed it back to a young girl wearing a choker, the rope tied through the ring attached to the choker. She had been stripped naked, and cuts and bite marks along her neck, shoulders, chest, face, and arms could be seen. They were still bleeding, so they were pretty fresh. Piccolo looked the girl over, looking like he was actually pleased with what Vegeta did to the poor women.
"Piccolo. I see fate has been good to you. Psychically enhanced pheromones, a phenomenal sex drive and animal magnetism to match, and even a new wardrobe", he smirked when he saw Piccolo's rather gaudy attire, and added "Okay, where did you come out with that ridiculous outfit. The seventeenth century?" He reared back his head and laughed a horrible laugh, His voice far too deep to be normal, breathy, and distorted as though run through a digitizer, with a hint of crinkling tin foil. All the girls squealed in terror, and would have all taken off, if not for Piccolo, who started laughing himself, getting Vegeta's attention pretty quick. Vegeta stopped laughing, and stared at the Namek with a confused glare, wondering what was so funny. He found out when Piccolo, between laughs, said, "Do you honestly know how stupid YOU look. At least I'm wearing something with style, while you look like some super-charged reject from a Stephen King novel, you moronic dope. HAHAHAHAHA!" Vegeta stared incredulously; stunned that a formerly a-sexual lizard had burned him. He pointed his finger at him and was ready to have at it verbally, then physically, when he blinked his eyes, which had bulged out of his head. He stared at the red exoskeletal armor on his body, his blackening skin, and the crystals sticking out of him. He stared at himself, his new tail, and the crying girl tied up to it. How did he not notice this horrid transformation?!
"Because, you silly child, I did not deem it necessary for you to notice it. You were so happy with the little tramp you picked up that I didn't want to distract you with details and useless information", an inhumanly deep baritone voice boomed. Vegeta whipped his head back around and realized the voice had come from Piccolo. The girls, Roshi, and especially Vegeta looked at Piccolo with shock and wonder, which turned to stack fear, as the Namek began to swell like a balloon. With a blast of air, bursting flesh and clothes, where Piccolo stood, now stood a being that had every rite to be described as a gothic, beautiful, and terrifying incarnation of death. He wore a combination of royal and tattered midnight black robes, trimmed with silver and platinum, baggy pants of the same color and make, and gray-silver medievaly armored boots, gauntlets, and exposed chest. The entity had platinum colored hair, and six ivory white horns adorning his wide, black lizard-like head like a crown.
Vegeta simply stared at the being, shocked and bewildered. He somehow remembered it from somewhere, but couldn't recollect where. It had to bend down, for even without the horns, it would have smashed its head through the ten foot ceiling, it was so tall. It smiled gently at the Saiyin Prince and whispered, "How are enjoying the modifications made to your form? Your discomfort is insignificant in the long run, but your sanity most definitely is not. Your biological nature has been modified by a techno- organic nano-virus, which came to be in your body thanks to Cynenba's touching you. He injected you so he could manipulate your mind, your body, and your soul, to suit his desires, and ultimately mine. Your are no longer a mere Saiyin, but a bio-technologically enhanced combat organism. What I have planned for you, my dear boy, is beyond your comprehension.for the moment".
Vegeta was simply shell-shocked. Master Roshi had fortunately replaced his devastated outfit, and looked ready to throw off a Kamehameha wave at the intruder, and the girls were whimpering and crying, the girl who Vegeta had tied to his tail was the same one he abducted on the street corner that day, she was sitting in a corner, scrunched up into a fetal position, crying her eyes out, begging for no more. Vegeta Stared at her, himself, and then the being who had been Piccolo. He started to twitch like a person suffering from some kind of nervous disorder, getting an arched eyebrow from the Grim Reaper-like being. Roshi held off on the Kamehameha wave and simply stared at the being that had been the Prince of all Saiyins, realizing that Vegeta was going to lose it. Vegeta's eyes started to bug out of his mutated head, green-white veins straining to keep from bursting.
Just before He could react, though, something smashed through the ceiling, driven down onto the black-garbed entity, ramming him into the ground like a pile driver. The entity was hit so hard, he ended up almost a hundred feet beneath the surface of the island, with a surprised look on his scaly face, but not angry in the slightest. He was broadly smiling, and laughing happily. He kept on laughing as he cheered, "Now that is the kind of power I absolutely love to see, right up in my face! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Okay, former guardian, bring it!" and shot out of the deep pit like a comet, made from his initial slamming, and stopped a few inches from the face of the real Piccolo, who was wearing his usual deep blue training Gi, weighted white cape and turban, and was also smiling.
The two beings looked each other right in the eye, then did something completely unexpected. They shook hands like gentlemen and both said, "To a good fight", smiling like it was all some strange kind of game, and both threw a punch, both punches hitting the other square in the chops. Piccolo was the one to throw the next punch, hitting the black robed entity in the stomach, which returned the favor with a savage spin kick to Piccolo's head, a ear piercing clang ringing through the air. The entity smirked, then saw stars as Piccolo rammed his green head into its face like a sledge hammer, then followed up with a spin kick of his own, then a round house punch and a flurry of hyper speed kicks to the mid riff. He opened his palm and thrust it into the huge gothic being's face and fired off a massive Ki blast that totally engulfed the creature, who came flying out the blast, and gave Piccolo a taste of his own medicine with a pulsating, crude oil black Ki blast from his mouth. Piccolo was sent flying by the blast, his cape and turban catching fire, forcing him to discard them.
He knew he was burned pretty badly, but he'd be damned if he let Harukan know it was hurting like a bitch, which it was. He hadn't seen him since before he came to Earth all those years ago. He met Harukan on a planet called Kanasa. He hadn't been Piccolo back then, but he couldn't remember the name of the Namek that he and Kami had come from. Anyway, the two had meet in a museum during a tour, and got to chatting about the different exhibits, discussing the feelings of the various artists who created the many breath-taking, and many times unusual artwork, Harukan making the joke that they were all hopped up on some kind of narcotic or such near the end of the conversation, and Piccolo's predecessor saying that was an unfriendly comment about such wonders of art. They both went to the commissary and had a relaxing meal, developing quite a liking to each other, eventually developing a full-fledged friendship out of the encounter, each enjoying each others wit and keen mind. But it wasn't important, right now. Right now, he had to figure out exactly what Harukan was involved in, and exactly what the hell was going on.
Vegeta had one thought screaming through his genetically alter noggin: "What in the fucking hell is going on here?!?!" The last thing he remembers is arriving back at Capsule Corp with the girl he abducted from the street corner, landing at the front door to the Briefs residence, kicking it open, getting a shocked squeal from Bulma's mother, who had been entertaining some old friends, who looked on in shock as a very tall man with a mane of golden hair and a cave man forehead, wearing a rip-off of Blade the Vampire hunter's outfit, came stomping into the house with a young women draped over his wide shoulders. They all stared at the scene, getting a fang- filled snarl from Vegeta, who then gave Bulma's mom the once over look, and licked his fang-like teeth with a seriously long, forked tongue, freaking out the small group of people assembled in the living room, but amazingly provoking a serious blush from Bulma's mom. Vegeta walked over to a vacant chair and gently deposited the brunette in the chair, walked over to Bulma's mother, took her hand in his, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it in a gentleman's fashion, then whispered seductively in her ear, "Maybe you should join Bulma and me in a little romp some night. I'm sure you'd drive the both of us simply mad with bliss. Nothing like a mother to show her little girl how to make a guy.want it", and with that, he whipped out of the room, leaving Bulma's mother to furiously blush for a second, then faint dead away. He left the girl behind in the chair for now, charged upstairs, and crashed through the door of Bulma's room, scaring the shit out of her good and properly. He noticed she was already on the bed. Convenient.
Bulma stared at Vegeta, giving him a glare that portrayed both heartbreak, and some serious frustration, all of which excited Vegeta all the more as he looked at her. He reveled when she was feisty. Vegeta simply stared her right back, getting a delicious gasp of shock when she looked right into his eyes. He proceeded to remove his jacket, completely oblivious to the fact that Bulma had gasped because of his newly altered eyes, which at this very moment, were glowing a soft magenta.
He had chosen a floor length leather jacket to compliment his new black body armor, and the jeans and thick-soled leather boots of the same color, all being weighted down for training purposes. The coat hit the floor like a ton of lead, smashing a large dent into the carpeted floor, the floor straining not to collapse. Vegeta's new body armor was more like an over- stuffed flack jacket with rather heavy looking buckles and clasps, all of which were undone before Bulma could register the movements. The vest was even heavier than the jacket, and smashed right through the floor like it was tissue paper. It smashed right through the floor of the main floor too, but stopped at the basement. He looked down the hole produced by his vest and meekly said "sorry", but with sarcasm lacing every syllable. He turned back to his bride and smiled wickedly, knowing this was going to so. Much. Fun. He then pulled off the shirt he wore underneath the armor, and got a shriek from Bulma, making him chuckle huskily. In a low, sultry voice said, "I'm glad you approve beautiful. Get ready to scream, `cause when I'm done, your going to be screaming A LOT". He then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes.
He hadn't realized it yet, but the beginnings of his current exoskeleton had begun to emerge, as well as his skin beginning to blacken. Bulma wanted desperately to scream, but the look on Vegeta's face spoke volumes. It would only excite the Saiyin prince all the more, and she didn't even want to think about what he was going to do when he was as excited as he was right now, let alone even more excited! Unfortunately, she found out. He leaped at her, but stopped a fraction of an inch from her lovely face, floating like some kind of vampire, and giving her "the eye". He planted one right on her full, burgundy lips and inwardly chuckled as a muffled shriek escaped her throat, driving Vegeta truly and completely crazy. Like he wasn't already!
He pulled back from the kiss, his horrible eyes bugging right out of their sockets, enhancing the fearful structure of the optics tenfold, His smile spreading from ear to ear, gleaming white with fangs, every facial muscle twitching and pulsating, all combining into the most purely crazed look that anyone had ever seen, all further enhanced by Vegeta's sloped cranial plate and mane of spiky golden hair. He chuckled and giggled like a raving lunatic, cupped her face in his hands, and then said with a hushed rasp in his voice, "Don't look so scared, My love. Soon, you and I will rule this world, and Kakarott will be dead. Just enjoy yourself in me". With that said, he began kissing her again, but more gently this time. He began moving down her face, kissing her cheeks, her chin, and sensually kissing her throat, occasionally flicking his tongue out, sending shivers up and down Bulma's spine.
Vegeta smirked as his mate shivered at his teasing, and decided to play up the Don Juan Demarco thing a bit more. He kissed her left shoulder, then began massaging her chest, just above the neck line. He could feel Bulma becoming more and more excited with every touch, every tease, but he could also feel her anxiety, her unease, her FEAR. What a sweat treat! He could TASTE her fear, as though it was like some fine wine, perfectly aged, not too sweat, full bodied, and having a long, long finish. He was in heaven! He pushed her red dress up a bit, kissing her now exposed stomach, still finely toned, even though she was getting on in years, but he didn't care. She was his, now and forever. Forever! He moved down her chest, kissing and massaging pleasure spots, making Bulma moan softly, which sent shivers of demented bliss racing all through Vegeta's mutating body. His stopped right in front of her women hood, and was just about ready to tear through her panties with his teeth and have at it. He focused his mind into a surgical knife, getting back some rationality, and decided to try something else first. Vegeta began rubbing Bulma's toned, luscious legs, trying to relax her a bit as not to totally freak her out. He was at it for about a minute, wondering if he was doing it right, then got the idea to give her a foot massage. Why not? She had always wanted him to give her one, but when he actually did, he was foul tempered, and way too rough. This time, he was anything but foul-tempered and rough. It was the most romantic thing Vegeta had ever done for Bulma, which he actually enjoyed doing, that is!
Vegeta decided to get some feed back to see if he was doing okay, and softly toned, "Bulma? Can you still hear me love? I was just wondering, how am I doing? Is it alright?" Bulma was in a dazed, trance-like state, but Vegeta's question snapped her out of it pretty quick. She blinked at the Saiyin prince, with a perplexed look on her face, and said, "Alright? Alright? Vegeta, you've been nothing but.but.how do I put this delicately", she stated in a somewhat annoyed voice, making Vegeta look down in hurt and disappointment, but Bulma saw this and took his currently armored face in her hands, and tilted his altered face up to hers and said, in a apologetic tone, "Vegeta, I didn't mean it like that! I was just kidding with you. Now, to answer your rather silly question: Your truly incredible! Where did you learn all that?" Vegeta perked up like he was just stuck with a needle loaded with amphetamines, and picked Bulma up like she was a feather, and spun around and around, laughing like was high on something. Vegeta was so happy right now; that he felt like all of heaven had dropped right into his lap! Vegeta was about to kiss Bulma again when he noticed that she was turning a weird shade of green, and realized she was getting motion sickness. Ooops! He stopped spinning, and gently laid Bulma back down on the bed. He knelt down beside her, holding her hand like he would never let go. Bulma's normal color started to come back, making Vegeta's warped heart skip a beat. "Bulma?", he asked, his voice hushed, like a whisper. Bulma put her hand to her fore head, and looked the monstrous being that had been Vegeta right in the eye and said, with no trace of sarcasm or anger in her voice, "I'm okay, handsome, but go easier on me okay? I'm an old women!", giggling when she mentioned the last part. She openly laughed for about a minute, but stopped when she saw Vegeta just still kneeling by her side, the concerned look on his slowly metamorphing face even more intense. He spoke his feelings: "You will never be old to me. Never. To me, you will always be my own personal angel, my own personal goddess. You will never be anything to me but the women who slowly stole my heart, and taught this old beast how to love. Now, my sweet, I will prove through action more than words could ever portray what I say".
Vegeta stood up, and breathed out. He held out his clawed left hand and waved it over Bulma's face. Bulma felt a chill go through the room, and wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep warm, and suddenly realized something. Vegeta doing whatever it was he did, caused her clothes to disappear in an ethereal smoky haze, the crazed look that was on Vegeta's face early returning, and becoming even more intense than ever, if such a thing was possible. He licked his lips over and over again, relishing the sight of Bulma's naked body right in front of him: her flowing and alluring curves cultivated and maintained, her toned and meaty ass, a teaser in itself, her long, luscious legs, her cream colored skin, her impressive bust, all of which was driving him even further into madness. If he didn't take her right now, he would surely die.
He concentrated a little, and upped his Ki level, and got right back to business. He kissed her passionately, not giving her a chance to react. He massaged the inside of her mouth with his newly forked tongue, getting a small, but enjoyable moan from Bulma, who was starting to lose her own self control, and soon began exploring Vegeta's mouth likewise. She curled her tongue around Vegeta's making the Saiyin prince growl like a lion, who slowly, teasing broke the kiss, and began working his way down Bulma's body teasing every inch of silky skin with his snake -like tongue, making her giggle and squeal with pleasure, eventually staring at her aroused sex, then darting his thick tongue inside, then back out, and then back in again. Bulma simply lost it and cried out in glee, "Yes, Vegeta, yes! Make me come, you sexy bastard, make me come!", as Vegeta started to basically shove his whole tongue into her entrance, his tongue twitching and thrashing like a seizure victim convulsing.
To say the least, Bulma never felt anything remotely like this, and begged Vegeta to keep going. He complied whole-heartedly. He inwardly chuckled as he pulled his two foot tongue out of Bulma, savoring her first climax with evil glee, almost going mad as her taste permeate his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head. He crawled back up her body, like a lion stalking it's prey, stopping at her neck line, and cupped her firm orbs in his scaling hands, wiggling his fingers, tickling her with a subtle touch here and there. He then began licking the firm pink nipples of her breasts, nipping them with his fangs occasionally, stimulating a shriek of pleasure from Bulma, and a small droplet of blood, which Vegeta lapped up like some kind of vampire.
He decided it was at last time for the topper of the evening. He picked her up the her hips and positioned her sex over his, and drove her down with sheer abandonment, Bulma screaming out in both pain and pleasure, unable to come to terms with how much she was enjoying this, and placed her palms firmly against Vegeta's constantly mutating chest. She felt like her inside were going to rip like wet paper the way that Vegeta was thrusting inside of her, but paid it no further heed. She was having too much fun.
Vegeta was now on top of her, ramming down into her, Bulma's legs wrapped around Vegeta's trim waist, squeezing like there was no tomorrow, hanging on for dear life. They bucked together like two demented people having a hard core wrestling match! Bulma was screaming in both intense pain and maddening pleasure, which only excited the mutated Saiyin prince all the more. He couldn't take any more, and simply tossed what little restraint he retained right out the proverbial window, opened his mouth, extended his fangs by an uncomfortable inch, and rammed them down into Bulma's neck, like some kind of demonic super vampire.
Bulma's eyes burst open in a combination of surprise, terror, and pain as Vegeta hungrily drank, making disgusting slurping sounds. She felt like the insides of her throat were being sucked right into Vegeta's mouth! She screamed at the pain, but Vegeta thought she was climaxing again, and kept on drinking. He felt his mates life force drain into his being, invigorating him in a way he never thought possible. It was like the feeling one gets from great sex, a gourmet meal, and getting high on drugs all at the same! Anybody listening? Vegeta felt like gold! Like silver! Like.like.whatever the other fucking precious metals were called! He was getting so engrossed in his little feast, that he didn't notice Bulma turn a horrible shade of white. He felt her flame about to be snuffed out, when he snapped out of it. Vegeta's eyes flashed open, and he pulled his fangs from Bulma's neck, shocked, bewildered, and experiencing a full-blown panic attack. He started babbling and incoherently swearing on himself, but tried to regain his composure. Regain his composure?! He had just about killed the only person in creation who truly loved him! He fell to the floor, screaming out to the heavens, a roar so sorrowful and intense, it simply could not be described. He leapt to his feet, and shoot straight down through the floor, charged through the house to the living room, picked up his living cargo, and shot off like a comet, not caring where he went, just to get away from here. He had killed his mate, his heart his soul.
Little did he know, that a most unusual savior had rescued Bulma from death. A savior that wore a great deal of black, embroidered with silver and platinum, grayish medieval armor, and had a wide reptilian head, six horns sprouting from the cranium like the spines of a crown. Harukan walked over to the bed, and scooped up the nearly dead Bulma in his huge arms, and kissed the wounds on her neck, healing them instantly, and stimulating her body to replenish what it had lost. His robes wrapped themselves around Bulma's shivering body as though possessing a life of their own, and began to warm her frost cold body with the kind of warmth felt from a fatherly love, wizened and strong enough for two. Harukan's scaly face was sheathed in sadness. He whispered to the unconscious girl in his arms, "Sweet child, how you remind me of my own daughter. I truly hate to do this to you, but I must take you from your prince. It will be a painful time for the both of you, but you shall both endure. You shall endure, and through you, I shall know justice for those taken from me. Then you may be reunited. But only when I succeed. I pray one day, that you two find it in your hearts to forgive this old devil, but if you see fit to revile me for the rest of your days, so be it. I will accept your judgment. I deserve so much worse", and with that he simply faded into nothing, taking Bulma where Vegeta would never find her. Harukan's ancient home world. A world devastated by an equally ancient race of monsters whose name Harukan had reviled for ten thousand years: the Hynakus.
Master Roshi Listened to the terrible ruckus coming from his house, wishing there was something he could do to console the mentally shattered Saiyin prince . He felt tears slide down his wrinkled cheeks, and said something he thought he'd never say in a hundred million years: "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Vegeta. I'm so sorry". With that said he walked back to what was left of the house. The fight between Piccolo, the real one, and this Harukan guy has wrecked it pretty good, but you know what the amazing thing was. Piccolo and Harukan both called a truce into the second DAY of the fight, and were leaning against a still intact wall, talking about old times, which made Master Roshi feel like he wanted to blast the both of them into so much ash and cinder. How in Kami-Sama's name could they idly chat when a man was going crazy, no one to comfort him, or even keep him company, and to add to it, Harukan had screwed with Vegeta's head so badly, that he ended up killing poor Bulma! That bastard! That does it! Roshi powered up a Kamehameha wave, and nailed Harukan in the groin. Piccolo got two, one to the head, and the second hit HIS groin. This effectively dropped the both of them. Roshi humphed, and walked into the house, intent on showing at least some kind of compassion, unlike the two bastards outside. Harukan screamed, "Okay, I deserved that, but what the hell did Piccolo do?!", and crawled to his feet, then helped Piccolo to his feet.
Piccolo growled, "Don't mind him. He just doesn't get it. He can show Vegeta all the compassion he wants, it won't bring Bulma back. And besides, Vegeta's still changing". Harukan looked at his old friend with a sad expression and sadly thought to himself, a tear welling up in his eye, "If only you knew, my old friend, that Bulma was in fact alive, you'd probably be offering to help Roshi rearrange my molecules. I pray, that when this horrid business is concluded, you can forgive me. That is, if Cynenba doesn't kill us all first!" Harukan looked to the open window of the room that Vegeta was temporarily occupying. He saw a thrash of tentacles, and ducked to avoid the broken glass and window molding that was now raining down on him and Piccolo. They both took off running, but halted dead when an earth shattering roar, a sound that combined an explosion with a baritone scream with a sonic boom, slammed into their backs, and whirled them around. What they saw made both of them stiffen, they're eyes bulge, and their bodies quake with fear. What they saw was a being that was fit to be called the devil: A devil named Vegeta!
He still sported the blood red exoskeleton, covered in spikes, and studded with oval-like jewels, but his skin had changed color; from tar black to ocean blue. He was now close over sixteen feet tall, and now looked more like a giant bipedal reptile/insect cross than a man. Vegeta still possessed his mane of glowing gold hair from his Super Saiyin three form, but his head was now like a lizard, a long, thick snout, filled with shark- like teeth, his inhuman eyes on the side of his head, and tripled in number. His mouth was adorned with four jagged mandibles, two sprouting from behind the ear, two connected the protruding cheekbone. His horns were now as straight as arrows, each connected by a pair of bone strips, which stretched the gap between the horns, including the new fifth horn growing right out of the top of Vegeta's skull. But perhaps the most bizarre alterations were the extra pair of arms the Vegeta had somehow acquired, and the insectile shell on his back the reminded Piccolo of Cell. Wonderful. Just great!
The beast that had once been Vegeta stared right at the two, and started to snarl and growl, a disgusting gurgling sound that made Piccolo's stomach feel queasy. It leaped out of the hole it made in the wall, screaming like a tortured soul that had found a way out of hell, and was now looking for revenge, its claws ready, teeth gleaming in the sun light, mouth wide open, a godless roar erupting from its hideous mouth. As the creatures roared screamed through Earth's atmosphere, Piccolo and Harukan both thought that within the roar, they could swear they heard a single, powerful word, a word that seemed to sum up Harukan's life. The word was: REVENGE!!!!!!!!!
Author's note: I wish to apologize to all the fans who have been reading my story so far. Due to my own ignorance, and negligence to fix the mistakes, Chapter five will in fact be "THE CALLING OF WARRIORS", not this one. I have renamed this chapter "DARKNESS FALLS". Once again ask for you forgiveness, and hope you all stay with me for the next chapter, the true "CALLING OF WARRIORS".!