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IMPORTANT NOTICE: I made a mistake in my first chapter. Here: "...going to her home after visiting her parents..." Vegeta/Raven's parents are dead and have been for awhile. She was just visiting some friends, sorry for the mix up, I really am.

Warnings: Language and violence; perhaps gore for the sensitive.

Summery: What would you do if your so called 'loving', widowed, mother and 'family', pack would be more accurate, tries to force you into marrying someone you hadn't meant to choose but you did, and now you must pay the consequences for choosing him. Would you run or pay for the mistake that you never knew you were committing until your instincts left your system and left you to face the harsh reality of what you had just done.? AU, B/V, has vampires and werewolves. Bulma isn't a vampire, nor is Vegeta or Raven human.

Blood, Flesh, and Mortality

- Leap in time.

Chapter 3: I am what you don't think I am.

Vegeta had started working out at 5 AM and finished at about 4 PM, around when Bulma would be getting home. She had been there for a few months now.

She would always verbally spar with anyone who tried to push her around, especially him.

Or just when he had been acting to cocky, as if that could ever happen! But she always said he was acting that way towards her.

Vegeta was behind the kitchen door hidden from view when Bulma entered and looked over her shoulder as if she was being followed. Vegeta was making sure he stayed out of her line of vision, he had been trying to surprise her, but she always knew he was there.

He could even surprise his sister, and she was a vampire! How the hell could he not scare a human? She was getting out the milk, as he silently slipped behind her, getting ready to surprise her.

Before he could do anything she asked "I was wondering Vegeta, did you want any milk?" She grinned at him as he pouted and crossed his arms. She always ruined his fun, never letting him shock her. It wasn't like she had radar, right? He was never sure with Bulma.

"Sure but make it water. How was school, anyone bothering you, or annoying you, or anything?" He asked with a growl; still pouting, to make sure everything was fine, though he couldn't be sure from how she had entered.

"Nah, everything's cool an' all. Except the going to school, I know all this stuff, learned it about 3 years ago from my father. But... nah never mind Vegeta."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, as thoughts flew through his head, wondering who had dared to mess with his ward. He ideally toyed with the idea of finding the punk and teaching him a lesson, didn't he know that you were to treat a lady with respect? Or perhaps that was from his time rather than this one? He was over two hundred years old, so that mannerism could have died out, especially with the people of this time period.

She tossed him a water bottle as she tried to make her escape from him, knowing he would become the integrator from hell, if she let him be, she tried not to. Plus she had seen him release hell on Raven for her choice of boyfriends.

"Why were you looking over your shoulder as if someone was following you, to hurt you, girl?" Vegeta growled protective of her. "Huh?...Oh!" She laughed a bit, nervously in Vegeta eyes, as she avoided his gaze as he tried to catch hers, and he failed to do so.

"Uh...well you see, I was being followed, but uh...not like you think...because um it was a game...?" She said unsure of the lie she was starting to spew out to him.

"Yeah it was this game, 'tag' ever hear of it?" she asked with a nervous gulp. "But if I got tagged I would have to kiss the dude that was following me and well he was asshole and that would have just encouraged him to think I was his ter...erm... his property, so I didn't, so I jumped some fences and ran like the hounds of hell were on my heels and here I am, safe and sound." Bulma finished with a twirl, with her arms half raised, palms outward, as if to show how healthy she was.

"Why do I not believe this?" Vegeta asked with a frown, her heart rate was pulsing rapidly and she was sweating at the edges of her hairline. She gave him a small nervous grin, which he found cute on her, as she rarely looked nervous; she was always looking so confident.

"Why were you playing this stupid game?" he asked, envious of the man that could have kissed her, but if the man had he would have been hurt, for forcing her to kiss him.

"Umm...for fun?" She said, uncertain if he would believe that. "I believe that's the wrong answer and you know it, girl." He growled at her. "Oh yeah, I forgot, there was this really hot, I mean HOT guy playing too and he was it, but he caught someone else, and then so after that the ass became it." Bulma sighed as if it was tragic that the hot guy didn't catch her, while Vegeta felt like hurting someone, for some odd reason.

"Who was this asshole?" Vegeta growled out with a protective hint in his voice. He knew that she was lying and was starting to develop it, as she went on. Her heart was still pulsing and she was fidgeting as if she wanted to leave, but Vegeta was blocking the way, for the reason of wanting to know why someone was following her.

Vegeta knew he was being a bit over protective, but hell she was his ward. And there were vampires and werewolves that would love to just hunt and eat her. She really didn't seem to care about that nor the fact that she was just a tiny, weak human, at that.

"Uh...I have a shit load of homework and well it needs to be done by tomorrow so yeah..., can I give you a rain check on this little chat of ours? Thanks." She said as she tried to rush passed him but failed as he gripped her arms and lifted her so she couldn't wiggle out of his grip, while he wanted to talk, still. He was looking at her in disbelieve as she seemed to not care about werewolves nor vampires that could kill her in seconds.

"I think that can wait, if you have vampires or werewolves tracking you, for its prey, don't you? Your life could be in danger and your only care is that bloody homework of yours?" He snarled, with his accent coming out full blast, in disbelieve at his ward.

"Where are you from? Lovely accent by the way. And besides Veg-head, that's what you're for, you come running when I scream, that's how it works, besides you have the best hearing that I know of, so you should hear me."

Vegeta just cocked an eyebrow at her, as if to say, 'you think so, huh?', "That's what I'm for, huh?" Vegeta asked not believing she just assumed he would protect her, which he would, but how the hell did she know that?

"Yep, whole town's afraid of you. So why not? Unless you don't want to, then I'll just protect myself, no biggie." Bulma shrugged, or tried to as he still had a grip on her, not caring if he did or not.

Vegeta looked at her in disbelieve at the balls that she had to say that she didn't care if he would help her or not against a vampire or werewolf, which either were at least 10 times stronger than her, if not more. Showing him that she didn't understand the danger she was in.

"Can you put me down now?" "Huh. Oh sure." As Vegeta let her down, he looked at her confused.

"Girl-"

"Forget it. I'm going out; I'll do my homework later. I'll be back before one. So bye." She said as she slipped passed him. "You've gotta be kidding me. Are you not listening to me at all!" Vegeta exclaimed, starting to get pissed by her lack of concern for her health.

"Look Vegeta, my life or freedom is limited as it is, mostly my freedom, but who knows, I don't. It's in danger of no longer being there, once this guy finds me, and takes me as his ma...err wife." Bulma gave him a quick glance to make sure he hadn't noticed her mess up, he had; he just raised an eyebrow in question not saying anything.

"So don't worry, I'm just trying to find someone that can beat him and that is compatible with me to be my ma...err husband/boyfriend." She said as she ripped her arm from his lingering tightening grip, depressed that she had to be reminded, yet again, of her timed freedom from Gabriel. Bulma left quickly; by the way she moved, Vegeta could tell that he had upset her, deeply.

Vegeta watched her go with confusion in his eyes; his eyes watched the way she moved with a grace that was familiar to that of cat or perhaps a wolf? Stalking its prey.

She moved as if all around her were her prey and she could attack at any given moment and be victorious.

His gaze lingered on her ass as it swayed to the fast paced at which she was moving to. He sighed, at her ignorance of not caring of the danger that she was in, as he closed the door and went to get ready for work.

As he dressed he pondered on Bulma's attitude, to him she acted as if she was a wer...but that wasn't possible, she was a human and that was that. Plus the fact that he would have smelt the lingering smell, that was always on a werewolf after it transformed, and as far as he knew all werewolves transformed in a routine so as to be in control of the wolf form at all times.

But also that they felt urges to transform and hunt as a wolf hunted. He didn't know a werewolf that ignored its urges, he had heard that they were very close to being instinctive urges. He had been told by one that a werewolf obeyed its instincts and paid the repercussions later, once instinct took hold, it usually ended up ugly, one way or another.

That was all he really knew about them, he wasn't a werewolf; he was a vampire, one of the strongest and oldest, his sister the other. Vampires had a scent of blood that was always around them, and their eyes lost their irises, so that their pupils could be even larger than before, giving them black eyes. Vampires didn't have urges like the werewolves, just a voice telling the vampire what to do, mostly what to eat.

Vegeta sneered at his image, in his opinion vampires were much better that those dogs, they didn't have to turn into mutts or anything at the sight of the full moon.

And when they drank from their victims, it was rarely messy, unless the victim fought too much, then it became messy, and especially when the vampire picked that victim out of the rest of humans that it could have.

But one thing was for sure, werewolves had the best blood to drink on the planet, so thick and sweet, Vegeta felt himself salivate at the thought of a werewolf's blood, he had only tasted it twice in his life, both from winning a fight. He groaned as he walked in to his office, nodding to his secretary, he could tell it would be a long day, briefly he wondered if Bulma would pay him a special visit but knew it wasn't true, she never had before.

He looked out his window and watched as a brawl started from two drunken humans, he shook his head in pity at how stupid humans could be. He watched as all three species joined in the fight, humans, vampires, and werewolves. He looked for a sign of Raven or Bulma; when he saw none; he shut his blinds to take out the distraction of watching the free entertainment.

He looked to his mountain load of papers that he had to fill out and decided it would be a long night, perhaps he should've had a bite before going to work. Too late for that now, he sighed as he started to fill out the papers.

Never seeing the flash of blue, which he had been looking for, dash into an alley, nor did he hear that flash of blue whimper in pain as the vampire slashed at its face, but neither did he see it lengthen its nails into claws to fight back.

Nor did he see it become the predator he had connected it with just before getting ready for work.

He groaned as he heard one of his own scream in pain, most likely fighting a werewolf, and the vampire had probably been bitten, werewolves always cheated by going into its werewolf form, wasn't fair to vampires; really, they didn't have two forms to switch between in a fight.

If anyone had look they would have seen a slight pout on his face, but it would have been red as a tomato, from rage, had he known whom that vampire was fighting.

But alas he didn't and he continued on working, oblivious to the fight going on between the vampire and his ward.

He wanted to join in on the brawl, to feel the adrenaline rush that came with a trying battle. To know the feeling of having won, to inflict pain, to... he groaned again his thoughts were getting him pumped for a fight he knew would not be happening today unless someone wished to do his work, which he knew for a fact that no one did or would.

Vegeta looked at the time, it was near midnight, and the fight was just starting to come to a close, so maybe if he was lucky he could get a fight out of someone.

Vegeta stood up and stretched, his muscles bunching under his suit, which seemed to be a snug fit, as he put some papers into his briefcase. He noticed that most had left; just those pulling all-nighters were still there. He hoped he could get home before Bulma so he knew if she was late or not, he just had to in force his rule on lateness.

Lots of blood had been shed in this brawl, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to get a bit of it from someone, and he was hungry. He could smell it in his office. He had been ignoring the brawl and all that had to do with it in order to be able to finish his work.

He quickly walked through the building to the exit, getting excited at the thought of a fight and if he was very lucky to hunt his dinner, Vegeta thought, grinning mischievously.

As he walked through the door Vegeta lifted his nose slightly as the scent of a familiar blood wafted through the air. With his nose he followed the scent of blood that was leading him into an alley.

As he neared the alley he saw a large pool of blood, there were two scents of blood, one was a vampire and the other was... it couldn't be; the other was Bulma's. He snarled, and crouched slightly, looking around for his ward.

Images flew through his head, of what he would do once he found the vampire that dared to harm his ward. He saw a flash of blue in the corner, as he moved closer to it, the vampire groaned, more likely a whimper, but it was lost on Vegeta's ears.

As he stepped closer to Bulma, his vision was rapidly becoming a red haze, as he thought of all the things that vampire had done to her. When he finally reached her, all he saw was blood, she was covered in blood, and it was all around her. She was curled up in a ball and looked different but Vegeta couldn't pinpoint the difference in her, not when the rage that consumed him took away his rational thought process. Her arms and legs were twitching. Vegeta let out a strangled cry as he spun around, preparing to kill the vampire.

His emotions erupting into a rage that wouldn't settle until he killed the vampire that killed his woman, his ward, he snarled furiously and went to attack when he felt a hand on his arm, a feminine hand, Raven's perhaps, but why was she trying to stop him. He tried to rip his arm free but she wouldn't let go. She only tightened her grip.

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I really am sorry that it has taken me this long to update but I sorta got tired of Dragon Ball Z fiction and now I am getting tired of reading fiction in general, it seems that most people grab the same idea on a plot throw their twists in their own fiction and post their rough draft, though most writers do re-edit it seems lately that most have not.

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