A/N: My crack at a character vampire get-together. Bulma and Vegeta, Kakarott and Chi Chi, Krillin and 18. Yay!
A/N: Bulma may act OOC right now, but she'll be her usual spunky fiesty self in no time!
Chapter 20 I don't think so...
Last Time on OPB...
Trunks was in his top bunk bed looking at the necklace, though in awe but also in anger. He felt stupid, everyone got cool gifts and he got a necklace, that was supposed to defend him, yeah right! He grumbled to himself and fell into a deep slumber.
On with the sweetness...
The next day, Trunks squinted his eyes. The fact that there wouldn't be school for a week because the teachers needed time to settle in didn't matter, he hated being away from his mother, the crappy gift, and especially Buffy. He glared at the ceiling and pulled the covers over his head.
It's just ot fair! Ugh. Why does she have to make me feel weak? Why does she have to make me feel small? Papa says I'm not weak. Mama says Buffy is only a hag with a heart as empty as her mind.
With that thought, Trunks nodded to himself, assuring himself things would get better, though he knew not to look forward to a short answer.
Downstairs
"So what else is new in the village?" Kakarott asked.
"Well, due to the decrease in abductions, the village is prospering more than you can imagine. There are companies forming, roads being made, construction, it's the plan of some human authority to make the village into a Metropolis." Yamcha said dreamily as he sipped his tea.
"It makes since" Krillin started "I can actually see this working"
"But what if we're forgotten?" 18 said.
"Yeah, people may not believe in vampires anymore" Chi Chi said.
"I thought that's what we wanted?" Buffy said.
"Yeah in a way, but we don't want people to do anything stupid because they think they know what's what" Miss Wells clipped.
"And get this, a construction is talking about tearing down this manor to put a devolpment of houses." Yamcha said amusedly.
"Yamcha, how come you haven't mentioned this until now?" Mr. All-Guten shouted in anger.
"This isn't a big deal, I mean come on, you don't really think a construction company will get away with this, we are a superior race, we can survive a minor threat" Yamcha reasured everyone.
"You sound like Vegeta" Buffy said distastefully.
"Look, when these people come here later today checking the area, we'll make it known who's really in charge" 18 shouted.
18's explination won over few, there was a bad feeling, that something bad would occur.
"Come on Trunks, you wanted to visit Grandma and Grandpa, then get your things packed and hurry up!" Bulma droned on.
"I'M COMING!" The entusiastic Trunks shouted.
Bulma couldn't help but smile when she saw him struggling with his suitcase, it brimming with unwanted things.
"Well let's see what we can leave with and without."
Bulma got on her knees and rumaged through Trunks things and took about half of it's contents out. Bulma smiled and looked up at Trunks and realised something was missing.
"Trunks, where's that necklace that Yamcha gave you?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh yes you do!" Bulma said with anger.
Trunks gulped and took it out of his pocket and held it out in front of him.
"Trunks, you can't do things like this to gifts you've been given" Bulma explained gently.
Bulma helped Trunks get it on and kissed him on his forehead. She led him outside the castle and through the path to the village. They had there hoods on during the day, not for resistance to the light, but to the citizens still aprehensive of the truth of vampires. Trunks lowered his head as he was led by his mother past people who stopped what they were doing and stared.
Bulma sighed, she hated bringing him down here. She knew that the villagers knew that due to 'recent' abductions that the amount in abductions slowed down, technically stopped, for the good souls that is, they knew that the vampires were now targeting the 'bad people' in the area, but you could never be to sure of if the vampires decided to change their meal plan.
The wind blew hard and it blew the hoods off of Bulma and Trunks. The villagers gasped when they saw Bulma's unforgettable blue hair. She bit her lip and sped up her walking.
"Mommy, my wrist hurts" Trunks whined.
Bulma slowed down, not because of Trunks, but because of the villagers forming infront of Bulma. An old woman walked up to her, Bulma could never forget the nice old woman from her past, nor her friends who dispised vampires.
"Bulma dear, we wondered if you became one of them, but this is a testament that you're still here"
"Thankyou I guess" Bulma whispered softly.
Trunks stuck close to Bulma and looked up at the unfamiliar faces.
"Look what we have here...this is your son Bulma? This boy, he looks so familiar yet he looks a lot like you" The old woman began.
"That's Vegeta's son!" Another old woman shouted "You whore!"
"I am no whore. What I have become doesn not make me one, or what I am testify the amount of love I have for my son so you have no right! Do you think I wanted to be this way?" Bulma shouted.
Some people gasped, startled by the fact that what Bulma said was true. No one could imagine someone now have become a vampire dissatisfied with what occured. Some angry faces softened, some hardened.
"Then you should have founght harder!" One villager bellowed.
Yeahs and agreements filled the air.
"Stop that!" the original old woman shouted out. Her feeble voice pierced the air and brought the emotions to a stand still. The old woman walked up to Bulma and stroked her cheek.
"You're as beautiful as you were then, continue to stay that way"
"With your kind words I can move on" Bulma replied.
Bulma and Trunks began to walk again when suddenly the other old woman called them back.
"Yes?" Bulma asked.
The other old woman struck Bulma on the same cheek the other woman had just caressed.
"You should have died, not become one of them, were you to weak to fight them off?"
"I can't fight fate!" Bulma shouted.
The old woman moved away and Bulma picked up Trunks and his bag and sped up her walking, her eyes seeing red. Trunks closed his eyes puzzled by what he heard.
Is mama ashamed to be a vampire?
The children were sitting infront of the manor playing with their toys, all accept for Gohan.
"Come on Gohan, you can play with me and be the alien" Uub offered.
"Nah, I wanna find something to open up, I know there's a frog around here!"
"Whatever!" Uub muttered.
Gohan ventured down the hill behind the castle. He made his way down to the bottom of the steep hill and on a back path. The path was very untidy and unkept and had vines and shrubbery all over. He saw something move and jump and he ran after it. Sure it was a frog and a new disectee he added some umph in his running. He came to a pond area and leaped after the mid air frog. He spashed in the water and screamed with glee at the capture of the frog. He suddenly heard a gasp. He looked around and saw a little girl around his age in a sundress with her feet in the water and her dress soaked.
"I'm really sorry, I did't mean to ruin your dress"
"S'okay, I like getting dirty but my daddy gets mad at me." the little girl replied her face turned sullen at the reality of her father's disproval.
"What's your name?" Gohan asked gently.
"My name is Videl Satan"
"My name's Gohan"
"How come I haven't seen you around?" Videl asked innocently.
"I uh,..."
"You're a vampire aren't you?" Videl guessed. Gohan blushed and nodded.
"How come you aren't running?"
"I don't know, I don't think vampires aren't as bad as people say, they need to eat blood, so what! Humans need to eat animals, you don't see the animals runnin'. It's the way of life"
"You're smart for a little girl" Gohan commented.
"I'm 7 and proud of it!"
Gohan stayed around with Videl for another hour. As he was returning, he didn't notice the jealous eyes of Uub in some near by foilage.
Trunks yawned as he sipped his warmed milk. Mrs. Briefs was currently reading him a bed time story.
"Grandma, I think I wanna sleep now"
"Well atleast you're honest, goodnight baby"
Mrs. Briefs pecked Trunks on the cheek and turned off the lights. Trunks always liked being at his grandparents house, it was a change from the castle and apart from not being around people like him, he got a chance more like a human. This was all in accordance to what Bulma and Vegeta wished.
flashback
"Mom, why don't the other kids get to see their grandparents? Why me?" Trunks asked.
"Trunks, it's getting harder and harder for this household to survive. Yes we do eat the bad guys, but as silly as this sounds, we're running out"
"Well can't we go somewhere else?"
"It's not that easy, and we have to stay here, we have a presence and a history to conclude. We , your father and I, want you to learn to be more human and mingle with them, hear the gossip, let them become used to you and know that you aren't a threat, that way you can hear whose bad and whose not and it'll save our clan"
"It doesn't seem right, I may hear one person say that they hate someone and we'll kill an innocent"
"Casualties are to be expected, and with that still comes survival, our survival is top priority Trunks" Bulma explained.
end flashback
Trunks was drifting into slumber when he heard his grandma and grandpa shouting inside the dining room.
dining room
"He has to go back, he can't be among us! It's not right!" Dr. Briefs shouted.
"It's not right, he didn't ask to be this way, he can live with us!"
"No he can't, think of his hunger, what would the village think when they hear about, us, us woman, requesting animal's blood from the butcher's every other day? And when he gets older there will be a higher demand for human's blood, not animals, and he'll want a larger quantity. You heard what Bulma and Vegeta said!"
The couple continued to fight, Trunks pulled the covers over his head and shivered in fear.
in town
Bulma, on her way back to the castle, decided to walk instead of flying. She walked by the memorial and memories flooded her senses. She turned and explored. She saw the newest pictures and memorials to the people, the bad people, though they were new they looked upkept and not cared for. Bulma walked further and saw her, ChiChi's, and 18's picture. She smiled when she saw a fresh rose underneath her picture.
"How kind of you" Bulma whispered.
"One rose for a rose" Vegeta whispered into her ear.
"I did this for you, you were simply repaying the offer"
"That and so much more" Vegeta said as he kissed her neck.
Bulma turned around and encased Vegeta with her arms. Vegeta made a gentle purr at the feeling of Bulma's bosom pressing upagainst his still heart. He pulled her to the ground with him, beneath him she lay, truly between a rock and a hard place. Aparently technology hadn't toughed the walls of this cave like memorial, candles were still providing light to visitors. a love stick, jabbed in the side of a wall held the fire of Vegeta's sight and his need. Bulma had a thin layer of dirt on her cheek, coincidentally the same cheek that had been carressed and slapped. Vegeta growled softly and licked the dirt away. Bulma looked up into darkness with only the reflection of a dancing flame in Vegeta's eyes.
"When ever I look into your eyes, I feel like I'm entering a world of peace and comfort, a place I could never be bored of, where I will always be entertained." Vegeta whispered.
Bulma wanted to gasp, but felt she couldn't make a sound. His eyes had changed, that of a hardened man with a hellish past, to a man who acknowledged he would have a pleasent future with the person beneath him. The cold of the ground couldn't have chilled Bulma's hot desire for him. She caressed his cheek gingerly, he grasped her hand and rubbed his face into her palm.
"This is a side of me only for you to see. Before meeting you I never thought I'd let anyone see me for who I am. A weak lost little boy."
Bulma's eyebrows nitted closely together in disbelief, surely these weren't the words of the strong leader she had taken the side of for so long.
"I don't want to hear that from you. You are not weak, you are strong. So strong that when I see Trunks looking at you and I see how much he wants to be like you, I don't see him wanting to be weak. He wants to have pride, strength and wisdom just like his papa. And you certainly aren't lost, you found me right?"
Vegeta gasped as he saw tears running down Bulma's face. Of all the intimate moments they had shared, none could compare to this moment. So deep and caring, he felt he was meeting someone new. His mind was blurred with many questions as to who was right. Was he the fool all along? Was she right? Or was she just playing him the fool to ease his mind. But what he thought about most was making her proud.
Why is her approval so damned important? Vegeta asked himself.
"I don't know, but I like that you care what I have to say" Bulma replied, smirking that Vegeta had lost himself in the moment and had forgotten that his thoughts were projected with Bulma's unless he put up a wall in his mind.
Vegeta sighed and sniffed her neck. Bulma ran her hands in his soft black hair. They looked at each other and shared a soft silent kiss. Lips barely touching, all until the last tear from Bulma's eye had dropped. Vegeta pulled away when he felt Bulma's hands come between them and unclasp her drape and hood. He smiled softly and did then same. There was no rush to peel off the layers of cloth seperating them. What they did savor the most was when there naked bodies touched. Bulma's chest pressed against Vegeta's. The instant warmth was amazing.
"I feel so human" Bulma whispered.
Her hardened nipples from the chilly nightime air poked into his chest as did his. Though no warm blood ran through their veins, they both were equally fascinated by the heat they recieved from one another's bodies. His hand driffted past her hip and pulled her thigh up beside him, he switched arms and did the same with her other thigh. His hips were surrounded by her legs, which were slowly begining to encircle his waist like a tightening belt.
Vegeta tilted foward and his longing slipped inside her sleeve. Bulma sucked in some air at the fullness she felt at his warm welcome. Her excitment radiated from her body. His body rock unsteadily, finding a rhythym that would appease them both, but he found that changing the pace was a delightful treat for his beloved. He touched more than inside her wet walls. Bulma felt he was touching her soul. Bulma dug her nails into his arms, she became so weak her thoighs couldn't continue to fasten around him, her legs sunk to the ground, and her heels dug in the earth as she gripped for an immaginary hold.
His pace varied, but he delighted in hearing her coos of joy. Her volume increased. Her mind was swimming. She could feel herself curling her body towards Vegeta's as weak as she was, and suddenly, a flood of warmth glidded through her limbs. Dancing and lingering ever present and mind succumbed to darkness. Vegeta sank to the ground, not wanting to crush his sleeping love whilst she slept in a orgasm induced slumber. He sat up and wrapped the both her moist naked body in his robe and carried her out of the memorial, the drakness of the night growing as the light of the fire dwindled away. He sighed knowing he would touch the fire once more.
I know you're thinking 'how can little kids like Trunks and the others speak and think more wiser than they're years. They're a diffrent species, they're not human, so anything's possible, you can probably guess who will be added to the cast? Ne?
How was that lemon. I'd have to say I did pretty good. This one is one of my favorites for personal reasons. But I think I outdid myself, and I think I have changed as a author, for the better I hope. Tell me what you think. Have I changed, or do I still need changing?
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