Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters.

A/n: Yay I got some sweet reviews from you guy's thank you! I'm glad people are into the whole mysterious side of Bulma's legend. I was worried it might bore some people because I there wanted full throttle romance….even though that's what I'm trying to do…

Warning: This story may turn out to be pretty graphic violence wise. So it will stand very strong with its rating. Also I do not condone rape or torture in any way shape or form. This chapters beginning is pretty rough if you scare or are disturbed easy…you have been warned. I do promise that it's not all horror. There is a lot of romance...i just tend to end up putting my stories into a horror like category without meaning to.

Please send out a little prayer, or a big one, to the people suffering the effects of the hurricane before you read this….

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The Linking Song

Bulma's stomach heaved before she even made it to the door in the tarnish and rust incrusted hallway. The smell of the grime, rats, and maggots that had made a living in the walls of the overly warm and damp basement invaded Bulma's senses like a wild fire.

Bulma held the bile that rose in her throat and nearly choked on the taste of copper it left in her mouth. She continued down the hallway her feet no longer in control, her whole body no longer in control. The door at the end of the hallway stood ajar and an eerie blue light seeped through the crack and onto the floor in Bulma's path.

The silence of the surrounding area was so strong that the only thing she could hear was the sound of her own blood flushing through her ears.

She tapped the door lightly with her fingertips willing it to move without her having to fully touch the disgusting piece of decaying wood. As the door swung just enough for Bulma to have a slightly better view of the room, it let out a small squeak that sounded more like a roar to her ears in the silence.

The door stood still again willing Bulma to push it even further. Before she could do so, the urge to look behind her took hold and she looked over her shoulder expecting to see the worst of her situation behind her. When she turned there was nothing but the hallway leading into darkness. The sound of dripping caught her attention back through the door and Bulma's fear took hold again bunching the muscles at her stomach in her excitement.

Again she pushed the door so that it would fully open. This time the squeak was louder, but the door managed not to pause in its travel, lightly smacking the wall when it reached the intrusion. Bulma stood stock still examining her findings. The room was dark except for one small window directly across the room from her, letting in shimmering moonlight. A large colonial style chair sat in the middle of the room, obstructing some of Bulma's view of the window.

She looked at the white walls now stained undeniably with what looked to be blood. No longer fresh, it crusted and crumbled to the floor like peeling paint. Bulma looked back at the chair and it was then she noticed the arm falling over the side of the chair.

Bulma clenched her fists in frustration of not being able to run away and knowing she wasn't going to find a nice sight if she kept walking, her feet ignored her. She took a step and then another, watching as a small drop of blood slid from the womanly hand's middle finger and fall like a drop of rain to the floor, explaining the dark red circle pooled under the hand there

In all of Bulma's life and all the horror movies she had seen she knew something horrible awaited her in the chair, and cringed at the feeling of vomit threatening her once again.

Bulma jumped in nervous distress at the sound of rushing foot steps behind her. She turned and saw many men dressed in military outfits running towards the room. One in particular caught her attention, a very handsome young man with hair that stood like a flame at the center front of the squadron of men. His hair was shorter and he held a mustache but there was no mistaking some definite quality that led her to believe he was an ancestor of Vegeta's. She knew now where this was heading and went to stand out of the way, but before she could the men rushed right through her as if she were a ghost causing her to lose her breath at her surprise.

Two men had guarded the entrance with guns at their sides and 4 more stood beside the king for his protection. She watched in gruesome fascination as Vegeta's ancestor walked in front of the chair so Bulma could see his expression at whatever fate had held in the throne. The King dropped to his knees and let out a howl of anguish that Bulma would never forget.

Again Bulma's legs walked forward against her will pulling her towards the devastated king. Her body fussed through the guards standing in her way and made her way next to the king. He was shaking in agony and holding his head in his hands. Bulma felt pity spear her heart. She didn't want to look in the seat. She didn't want to see what she feared most.

Her head turned almost in a slow prolonging effort to torture her then forced her eyes to rest on exactly what she expected. A naked hairless body sat in limp numbness against the seat. The color had faded from the body and the skin was forced taunt over the bloodless creature, the ribs protruding as if close to ripping the skin. Bruises covered the fragile skin and her left leg from the knees down was missing. Cuts at both her wrists implied that the blood had been drained through there.

Bulma went cold as she looked at the face. The mouth dropped in a broken cry and both ear missing, but it was the eyes that got Bulma. There were none. The eyelids were cut away and nothing was left but blood dried sockets. A choked gasp escaped her throat at the same time as the kings. Bulma tired to release a scream, but every time she tried it felt as if something was clamping her mouth shut. She lifted her hands to try and cover her eyes only to feel as if weights had been tied to them and allowing them only to reach her neck.

She urged her body to want to hold the king, but realized then as she finally looked at him that it was no longer the ancestor of Vegeta sitting there, it was Prince Vegeta himself. Bulma gazed back up at the body now recognizing it was her own hairless, lifeless form. She found her attention could not be persuaded from her own face with the sunken sockets still equally as terrorizing. With Bulma still mesmerized with her warped fate she almost felt what was going to happen next. All her awareness to anything else around her fell away leaving only her and the body alone together. The sounded of a twisted love song played lightly in her ears. Bulma become conscious that the song was one of the songs Vegeta played for her only deeper and sounded like it was playing backwards.

Bulma snapped back to the face in front of her when in a horror movie like move the body sat up with agility that Bulma could only wish to posses and bring its face up close.

"Watch carefully." The body whispered. Then everything faded.

Bulma felt a small touch of relief only to find the dream falling into another scene. Bulma twisted in suffering not wanting to see anymore. She found herself following the body of a beautiful woman with blue tresses like her own. The woman was walking slightly above the blood red marble floor that Bulma had realized belonged to the palace, her body covered in a flowing white dress, her teal tail wrapped elegantly around her waist.

Bulma felt comfort move through her in the beautiful fluent way that the women walked. They were traveling down a deserted hallway and the woman halted at a mahogany colored door and looked back at Bulma. The woman closed her eyes and smiled brightly as she seeped through the door without having to open it.

Bulma ran toward the door wanting to follow her but found the entrance solid. As Bulma opened the door she saw nothing but darkness on the other side, but her unmistakable curiosity led her into it.

Bulma felt nothing, saw nothing, and heard nothing after that. She felt feeling slowly flood back into her nerves woke and lay now with her eyes closed. Her thoughts ran back to the face of the body in the chair and Bulma's eyes flew open. She jumped up from the bathroom floor stifling a scream only to see herself in the mirror and finally let out a yell which she cut hastily as she flung herself against the glass panel of the shower.

"My God! What's the matter with me? What kind of dream was that?" Bulma thought turning her face away from the mirror not able to stand her own reflection for the moment.

Bulma waited for her heart beat to calm before leaving her bathroom and thinking about lying down and trying to go back to sleep. She had fallen asleep listening to Vegeta's song in the bathroom and it had only been a few hours since she had been out. Bulma wiped her forehead feeling a cold sweat there and realized just how scared she really was.

Bulma walked out of her room looking both ways to see a few guards posted along the hallway. She found herself making her way towards Vegeta's bedroom in a daze.

She was full of fear at her possible future and knew Chichi was now to scared of her at the moment to give her comfort, which left her with Vegeta.

When she reached the beige hallway to his quarters she looked at the two guards standing at the entrance and walked past them noting they made no move to stop her or even look at her. Bulma listened to the sound of her bare feet slapping gently on the cold floor and wasn't even nervous as she reached his door.

It was a surprisingly short walk from her room to his and found to her liking that she knew the way there. She hadn't even thought about knocking before opening the unlocked large black door and stepping into the dark room. Closing the door behind her, she allowed her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting and watched in glorious wonder as a candle lit near his bed flickered causing light to dance on the prince's bare chest.

She held in a sob as she fought desperately not to run to his arms to seek comfort that only he would have the understanding to give. The prince lightly moaned and shifted slightly in his sleep. He was laying on his back with is head turned away from her and the covers twisted around his hips just barely covering above his navel. The comforter had been tossed down to the end of the bed, it being to hot in the summer air.

Bulma stepped lightly up the two stairs that led to the platform on which the bed was set in the corner of the room. When she reached the bed she heard the sound of the chirping crickets just outside the open window near his bed. She felt relief in what the noise offered her instead of silence and by the nearness of the prince.

"Vegeta?" She asked quietly. When he didn't stir Bulma felt the urge to flee from his room not exactly sure why she thought it wise to enter his room unannounced to begin with.

She picked up her nightgown so she could drop her knees onto the bed and crawl towards him. When she reached him she sat back lightly on her heals and found her wandering hand reach to rest slightly on his flat stomach.

"He's so warm…" Bulma whispered. She thought about laying her head against his chest and instead ran her fingers through the maze of corded muscles up to his sternum and stopped over his beating heart. She leaned down with the desire to kiss him there no longer caring what anyone thought. Her hair fell like strand of silk onto his chest as her lips left the warm sweet skin and saw his muscles tense as if tickled. When she looked into his face she found his eyes were open and staring back.

"As are your lips…" Vegeta finished her sentence. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Please Vegeta…" Bulma pleaded. "I…" Bulma finally understood how totally confused she was at her actions, they were so unlike her. One minute she was fighting with the prince over making weapons of destruction, now she was sitting in bed, half naked, with the man, begging him to comfort her. The thought almost had her bursting out laughing.

She fell back off her heels to her butt and played with her fingers trying to find the right thing to say. "I…" Bulma closed her eyes and once again the inhuman figure clouded the darkness there seemingly imprinted there for good. Before she realized it she was already pressing herself up against Vegeta, nearly forcing him down onto his back once more if he hadn't had the strength to stay sitting upright.

Bulma hid her face in the nape of his neck and loved the feel and smell of the man in front of her full of life and vitality. She felt no one could possibly hurt her as long as she stayed right here like this with him. No one could take her away and rape her to death, or dig out her eyes and drain her blood while she struggled. She needed him.

"I need you." Bulma felt a huge weight fall off her shoulders as she admitted her newly discovered fact. Her arms tightened around his neck and she placed a light kiss on his collar. She rested her forehead back on his shoulder and awaited his response.

She shivered as with every passing second Vegeta still ceased to move. Only his breathing right next to her ear being reminder he was still there.

He started pushing her away and Bulma felt her heart drop conceiving the fact that it was more from the loss of his heat then his refusal. He held her at arms length away from his body staring at her with an impassive expression.

It felt as if a lifetime passed before he finally leaned in and pulled her mouth to his. Bulma expected him to stop after the first light kiss brushed her lips but found as he pulled away that she still sat wanting more leaving her lips parted in hopes he would come back...and he did. He added more pressure and more dominance with every kiss. He made love to her mouth gently letting his tongue pass her lips in slow languid thrusts over and over into her mouth.

Bulma sighed a soft moan into his mouth and he pulled her down half on top of him. Rubbing the back of her neck as he continued to assault her mouth with feverous kisses, Bulma started to let her hands wonder his body in curious delight at his hard muscles and velvety skin. Her curious explorations were forced to a halt just before getting to his growing erection, by his hands.

"Enough." Vegeta's one word consumed the lust clouding her eyes until she was able to form a coherent thought. Vegeta could have stabbed himself for not letting her rub the ache in his groin away. He should have never started this, but hearing her claim that she needed him was too much to handle. God he wanted her, but not like this. She was emotionally unstable, only half conscious of what she was doing and would throw a fit tomorrow just from going this far.

When her hands had traveled him Vegeta's skin had started to stimulate were her skin contacted his. He felt a numbing pleasure on his lips and noticed how his senses were more intense after there little play. He forced himself not to smile remembering the rumor as to the sexual pleasure the blue Saiyan could give. He decided then that he had just confirmed that tale as well.

He pulled her down into his arm and forced the comforter he had thrown to the end of the bed when he got overheated to come up over Bulma. It was bad enough he was now going to be tortured with his need that couldn't be satisfied. It would be worse if she were to directly sleep side by side, skin to skin with her in his state of nudity in which he preferred to sleep.

She snuggled into his warmth with her head on his shoulder. Bulma loved the sweet strong musk that the prince let off. She had loved no scent any more. She ignored her need for him to touch her more still confused by what it was that she wanted. She knew the scientific terms for what happened during sex and that it was a widely practiced way to life, but really didn't have a clue as to go about doing it.

Not even love scenes the movies she had seen had really helped her figure out what was going on. She felt deprived and stupid because of her way of living most of her 18 year in cooped up inside of her house. She felt even more stupid perceiving that she was thinking about sex with Vegeta. When had she become so wonton? What was it that was urging her to his bed?

Vegeta felt Bulma's breathing even out and fall to sleep accepting the fact that whatever was bothering her was fresh from her mind. Now Vegeta had something to be bothered with. How in the hell had Bulma gotten into his room? The guards stationed at the end of the hall were ordered not to let anyone past, not even his father unless there was a state of national emergency. Not only that, but when Vegeta turned to look at his door all five locks were still soundly in place.

She was defiantly the legend and Vegeta feared some big turn of events right around the corner.

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A week had gone by and Bulma found herself straining not to go to Vegeta's room every night. She tried to keep her mind off of everything by throwing herself into the work in her lab. Repairing, duplicating, and creating inventions as if she were breathing air. She convinced herself that she felt back to normal again only to every night be reminded of the same dream. The same room and horrifying body, the same song in the background and in the end she would always follow the maiden into the mahogany door and find nothing, but darkness.

Bulma set the device she was working on back onto the table and fiddled with the screw driver in her other hand.

"A mahogany door in a hallway with blood red floors." Bulma pondered. "I haven't seen any mahogany doors. They are usually black or white and I haven't stumbled across some red marble floor ether."

She hadn't told Vegeta of the dream though he asked her many times what it was that was troubling her as to which she replied sarcastically. "Guess!" She found that the brutality of the Prince only became part of his charm after spending so much time with him. She was actually starting to like him for who he was and not so much what he had to offer her.

Bulma drifted from her seat and walked over to the door. She placed her hand on the knob then letting go and turning back to her seat. She stopped and shook her head deciding she was tired of the foretelling dream and figuring it was never going to go away if she at least couldn't try and prove it wrong.

Bulma spent the next two hours traveling the endless hallways and corridors looking for any blood red marble. She found none, but did find that the guards were starting to consider her crazy. She sighed as she turned into a hallway that she had seen nearly five times in the last ten minutes.

She circled to start heading back the way she came to continue towards her lab only to find an irritable prince standing behind her.

"Are you having fun roaming the halls needlessly?" Vegeta asked with a determined smirk to fire her up.

"Not right now Vegeta!" Bulma countered and walked past him.

Vegeta frowned at her lack of respect not only to his name but to leave without his dismissal. He forced the irritation away for now and fell in step next to her. "What is it you're looking for? I've had many reports stating you were wondering around aimlessly for more then an hour. You don't seem like one to get lost in a house."

"A palace, Vegeta. This is most defiantly not just a little ole house." Bulma retorted. "I mean my house was big but even then it could still be considered a house…"

As Bulma continued to speak Vegeta took amusement in the way she moved her hands as she spoke as a way to help keep her on track. It was slightly annoying, but slightly cute, a Bulma quality none the less.

"You didn't answer my question." Vegeta waited for her to shut up to say. He hadn't listened to her continue on about houses and didn't care if she had asked him a question in the mist of it. He grabbed her shoulder and forced her to stop and look at him.

"I only got a small tour from you before. I wanted to stretch my legs from my confinement and have a look around as well."

"For two hours Bulma?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

"Like I said it's a big place." Bulma spoke ironically.

Vegeta ignored her blatant lie. "Look my father invited you to dinner, as well as the black haired women and Kakkorot."

"Chichi." Bulma said continuing down the hallways again.

"Excuse me?" Vegeta followed after her again.

"Her name is Chichi, Vegeta! Don't act like you didn't know that!" Bulma looked up at him questioningly. "And why are you following me around like a dog."

"What kind of a name is Chichi?" Vegeta said furrowing his brow. "And I am not following you around this is just the direction I am heading. Also you seem to keep avoiding my questions. Just answer at least one damn thing!"

"I'll go to the damn dinner Vegeta!"

It was then Vegeta's turn to lecture her on her behavior toward royalty, but Bulma had already been distracted by a hallway they had just passed. Bulma tried not to make it obvious that she was excited to see the blood red floor and her muscles ached with tension to go back to it and look for the door, but she couldn't let Vegeta know what she was looking for. She didn't know if Vegeta would let her down that hall. He seemed so anal already about her walking alone.

She looked at Vegeta to see him deep in his own conversation and she looked over her shoulder to try and make sure she wasn't seeing things. She could have sword she could hear the music from her dream playing and thought she might have seen fingers curling around the edge of the wall before slipping away. Everything looked really hazy and distant there. Before she could make more of her assumptions she found her self smacking into a wall where the hallway they were walking ended and spilt to the left or the right.

Vegeta stood by obviously amused by her antics, his conversation easily faded into nothingness as the look of humor on his face spread.

Bulma caught herself and straightened to look decent again, rubbing her shoulder which had collided into the cement the hardest. A flush of embarrassment and anger at Vegeta for not warning her reddened her face.

She looked defiantly into Vegeta's eyes.

"Your room is down the hall and to the left, when you reach the end of that hallway…" Vegeta had to pause and force away the desire to make a comment about being careful when she got there and finished. "And make another left. Your room and lab are down there."

Bulma wanted to growl and claw at him, but found her honorable side, straightened out her dress and walked past him throwing a not so honorable comment back at him. "You know if your rambling wasn't so boring I wouldn't find the need to ram myself into walls."

Vegeta lost his humor and watched her with his hands crosses over his chest. "Hm…" Vegeta breathed arrogantly. He wasn't stupid; he knew what Bulma was so obviously entranced by. He looked at where the white marble cut off abruptly into the red marble and narrowed his eyes. Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe she was just amused by the architectural side of the palace. Somehow he doubted it. With a groan of disgust he turned away from the view and walked the other direction.

Bulma waited until she was sure Vegeta had left and peaked innocently around the corner. Seeing no one not even guards around, she snuck back walking silently, well as silently as she could in her heels, and made her way to the foreshadowed hallway. She stood right before the marble changed colors and felt her nerves all take a giant heave in excitement. Five doors down on the right was the only mahogany door in this corridor.

She found it in herself to finally take a step to what she felt was going to be a huge revelation. She felt like a stream reaching it final destination as she planted her feet at the foot of the door and in her excitement grasped the handle and turned it. It was locked.

Her nerves stopped dancing and her excitement left her body like a flood in her disappointment. She leaned her head against the door and just before pushing away to head back towards her room and get ready for dinner she heard a clearly emphasized click against her ear as if someone inside the room had just unlocked it. She turned the knob and realized it was now able to enter, satisfying her wondering body.

Her anxiousness went into overtime, but her fear that someone was in the room halted her from further investigations. She drew back from the door. Worried to walk into someone's privacy and abandoned her hope of opening it…..for now.

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A/n: YAY! Nice long chappie full of fear, sexual tension, Secrets, lies, hope, desperation, and a little dose of humor! Wow hope it was as good for you guys as it was for me lol.

Next chapter: What lies behind the door or mysteries! How are Miss weird name and Kakkorot doing? Will Vegeta ever find release for his aching erections! Sorry it's just kind of fun to put Vegeta and Aching erections in the same sentence.

Thank you for all the kind reviews! As I've been saying recently I flip out when I get a review in my mail box! It can make or break my whole day depending on what it says…..cant wait to hear what you guys have to say about this chapter and where you think its going to head! Constructive criticism highly welcomed. I need to figure out what problems I have in my writing if I want to become professional!

Iceis!