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A/N: Oh, I'm sorry I left you guys with such a cliffhanger! It's very bad of me! But I hope you enjoy. This is the third time I've rewritten this chapter...I really hope you enjoy!

Black Sunrise

He was nursing a beer in his hand, stretched out casually in a chair as he observed his guests. People always interested him at Halloween and what better way to spend it? His parents had given him full access to the house, and his mother had planned the whole thing. Two figures stepped into the room, and instantly the one in gold was whisked away and was now currently on the dance floor with some unknown figure. He loved puzzles and was determined to figure out who everyone was by the end of the night. His blue-green eyes settled on the golden figure, black hair wrapped into a tight bun while her bangs were left loose.

She was a butterfly, no mistaking that, for the large monarch style wings that sprouted from the shoulders of her dress made it quite easy to figure her out. At least it was original. He ran a hand over his now short and golden hair, almost glad that he had gotten rid of the natural spike. It was different, and as the times were changing, he thought he had to too.

His attention was drawn back to the figure standing in white, hands clasped around a small purse, knuckled visibly white from where he was sitting in the shadows. He had no clue who she was, but the way her shoulders were set back, how she held her head high and tried not to look frightened in a room full of more people than she would have liked to get to know, intrigued him.

That, and the fact that he was too far away to see what she was dressed up as. Her mask was as white as her dress, small feathers covering it as spread like a pair of wings over the tops of her cheeks and brow. He stood up and stretched, rewarded by a searing pain that speared through his ribs. Finishing off his beer, he placed it on one of the tables and began to slowly walk up to her. As he got closer and closer, more of her costume came into view. Her dress was made from only the finest silk which hugged her torso tightly and smoothly rolled over her body to flare out down her legs. Small feathers, like the ones on her mask, were scattered over her dress, and then down her back in the patter of folded wings.

Though not the same kind of wings that the butterfly was holding, for those stuck out a bit; these ones were made into her dress, and a person only noticed them if he or she looked hard enough. And he had a clear view of her back as she turned to look around behind her, wondering if there was anyone else around that she knew.

He needed to know who this beauty was, and he needed to know now. "Welcome..." He whispered into her ear, making her jump.

Bulma placed a hand to her chest and tried to calm her beating heart, she had no idea who this figure was, dressed in a Princely outfit from the early 1900's made up of royal blues and white. His hair was cut to be a few inches long, and through the power of gel, had spiked it up. "Oh, hello. You gave me quite a start."

"I'm sorry if I scared you Pet. What is your name?"

Bulma inwardly rolled her eyes and placed a hand to her mouth. "Now kind Sir, if I were to tell you that, then that would be cheating. I'm sure as host of the party it is part of your right to go around and guess who each person is."

"Host? How did you know I was the host?"

"I saw you watching everyone and ordering the people in the shadows to do things. Not hard to spot someone that knows what he or she is doing. But please, could you tell me your name, or at least give me a hint as to who you are?"

Vegeta shook his head and smirked, arms crossing over his chest. His light eyes, thanks to contacts, were glittering with amusement. "Now Pet, as beautiful as you are, I cannot tell you that. This is a puzzle, but what I can do is offer you a dance."

Bulma chewed on her glossy lower lip, and watched with a smirk as she watched his eyes darken with lust. "A dance sounds nice, but first, if you could direct me into a quiet area, I have a..." Her small purse started to let out an almost silent ring. "I need to answer this!"

She turned around and ran back outside, hand scrambling to make sure she didn't miss the call. "Hello?"

"WAZZAP!?"

She let out a squeal of delight. "CARA! YOU COW!"

"MOO!"

"How the hell are you? I haven't heard from you in ages!"

"I know, didn't have your new number and you're too good for us all down here now, because you haven't called, so yes. There you go. Came home an hour ago, got your message, had a shower and then called you back."

"Well I'm glad."

Someone walked passed her elbow and she just caught the look that had come from the corner of his or her eye. She shivered and let her eyes slide closed while her closest friend in the world, next to Star, told her tales of the past few months. She chattered away happily for a few minutes when Bulma once again felt someone, no, the same person brushing passed her elbow. "Listen, Cara, darling. I cannot talk right now. I'll call you when I get home tomorrow all right?"

"Yeah, sounds fun. I want pictures!"

"You'll be getting them, don't worry. Love you."

"Love you too."

"I MISS YOU!"

"I'll come out and visit when you buy my plane ticket."

"Consider it done. I could use a friendly face around here." After a few more little comments Bulma hung up her phone and looked around. There was no one there and yet she felt as if someone was watching her. Quickly walking back inside she was about to look for Star when she ran into a broad, hard chest.

"Will you watch where the fuck you're going?" She snapped out and immediately placed a hand to her mouth.

"Well, I know who you are now. Tell me Bulma, how did you get your hair to be that color?"

"It's natural." She peered into the dark eyes of the tall figure that was holding onto her arms, Chi-Chi standing close by. Then everything clicked in. "Wait...wait a fucking moment here...I'm...you're...Vegeta. I'm going to kill her."

"Kill who?" Star asked, fanning her face with a hand. "Oh! Goku, there you are, listen I need you to come and meet me in the upstairs study for a few minutes. I've got something I need to talk to you about."

"Sure Star. Chi, I'm sorry, but..."

Chi-Chi pushed him away. "I know, go you big push-over." She kissed him quickly and shook her head, watching her boyfriend walk away. "So are you enjoying the party?"

"I don't know, I just literally got here a few minutes ago."

"Well, let's get you a drink or three, and then go to dance."

"Sounds like fun." Star noticed Chi-Chi leading Bulma to the drink table and nodded her head; now, just to find Vegeta. Look for the person that is bossing everyone around...no...no...hey I should go say hi to him later...no...ah-HAH! She quickly walked over to him and tugged on his shoulder. The woman he was talking with looked rather annoyed.

"Listen, I need to talk to you for a minute. It will just be quick, but it's really, really important."

"Sure. Where? When?"

"Upstairs study, now."

Vegeta led Star up the stairs and into the designated room. He growled when he saw that Goku was there as well, but couldn't do anything about it. "This is really, really important. It's about...a friend."

"Who?" Vegeta asked, leaning against the edge of the large desk.

"Bulma."

This caught Goku's interest and his head snapped up. "Why? What's wrong with her? Is she sick?"

"No you pea-brained idiot. She's not sick, but she is in a lot of...trouble." Reaching into her ample cleavage, she pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Goku to read first. His happy expression turned sour instantly and with a growl, handed the piece of paper over to Vegeta who looked it over once, and the read it slowly.

'I know where you live and I know who you hang out with. I know all of your secrets and I will not be afraid to use them against you. You know my secret and yet you refused to tell it to the whole world. Maybe because I threatened someone that you hold close to you, maybe because you still love me. But make no mistake, piss me off just once and I will take your daughter away from you. Wouldn't it be lovely to be able to hear your little girl scream in pain as I slowly drag a knife down her tender arms, or burn her with cigarettes? Maybe I could even let my dogs play with her. You know how pit bulls are with children. They love tender meat. I'm sure that there are people willing to pay enough money to get the whelp of Baby Blue. Wouldn't your daughter make a fine whore on the street corners of L.A? You come and meet me next Friday at Jiggers, and we'll talk more there. Don't forget Bulma, I know where you live. I know where your friends live as well. I know everything there is to know about you. Are you scared yet? You shouldn't be. I would never hurt you.'

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" Vegeta growled out slowly.

"It's...it's a letter that Bulma got today in the mail. Her mom found it, and now...now...she's just torn right up."

Goku scratched his head and looked confused. "I don't understand. Bulma has a daughter?"

Star nodded her head. "Listen, that's something that I cannot explain to you. She's going to have to do it herself. But she is scared and she needs..."

"Someone to watch over her." Vegeta finished. "I'll do it."

"We'll all do it. This is going to be a group effort in order to find this creep. But this just has to stay between us ok? I don't want anyone else to know..."

"They won't. No one else will know."

"And listen, Bulma doesn't know that I have the letter. She'd freak right out but it's really the only thing I could think of."

"We'll help you Star, don't worry."

"I'm beyond worried."

"Is she here tonight?" Vegeta asked softly, eyes downcast.

"Yes." Star and Goku said at the same time.

"Will I recognize her?"

"No." Yet again, they mimicked each other. Laughing lightly, Star patted Vegeta on the shoulder. "I believe you owed that little lady a dance before I came and disturbed you."

With a curt nod, the blonde haired, blue-green eyed man walked out of the room. "Notice how he's only talking to the dark haired women? He'll just be floored if and when he finds out which one is Bulma."

"All he has to do is piss her off, and she'll let him know right away. That girl has got a mean temper, and an even meaner tongue on her." Goku muttered.

"That is so true, what are you thinking?"

"Me?" He scratched his head again and looked around. "I'm thinking that if I don't feed my stomach soon I'm going to fall over."

"You're a wimp. Didn't have enough dinner?"

"No, just hungry."

"As always!" Star giggled, lightly punching Goku on the shoulder. "By the way, totally dig your costume. Pirate all the way little man!"

"Little? I'm at least a foot taller than you."

Star stuck her tongue out at her tall friend and tossed her head. "Yes well I am just that much more cuter than you are. C'mon, let's go see where the kitchen is. I'm hungry too..."

Vegeta slowly made his way back down the stairs and looked around for the woman that he was talking too and found her talking with another man. Well then that wasn't Bulma. She's not too open about men, I wonder if she's a dyke? Wonder if I could watch? He shook his head, running a hand over his short spikes. What the hell am I thinking? She's not a dyke it said so in her files. Speaking of files...I should go and see if there happens to be any more news on the mysterious woman that has been plaguing my mind like no tomorrow. He turned around and walked back up the stairs to shut himself in his old room for a few minutes while he looked around to see if there was anything else he could use. Some vital information would really help him I his task of hitting every nerve of the famous Baby Blue. Baby Blue. Why the hell do people call her that? She's just as dark as I am. Or...was.

Music blared out from the speakers set up all over the house and Chi-Chi looked to Bulma. "Hey B? Want to dance?"

"Sure!" The blue-haired woman giggled, finishing off her drink. She tugged Chi-Chi onto the dance floor and began to move with the beat. Goku came up and found Chi-Chi, tugging her away from the slightly intoxicated Bulma as she danced alone in a crowd of people. The song ended and she was about to leave and look for something else to drink when the stomping, rhythmic beat of 'Tipsy' came on. No matter how hard she tried, Bulma couldn't pull herself away from the dance floor, so she surrendered to the beats and gave in to the temptations of the impulse to dance.

Vegeta watched the woman in white move smoothly to the erratic beats of the song and had to admit to himself that she knew how to sway her hips and throw her arms about at just the right points in the song. Her glossy lips mouthed the words as she ran a hand down her stomach to run along her hip, fingers splayed and instantly Vegeta felt his mouth go dry.

The song was a minute away from ending when he saw her wipe her brow and continue to dance. She looks like she could use a drink. Looks like she could use another pair of hands as well. Wait, I don't even know who this temptress is and I'm all ready thinking about putting my hands all over her body. He shook his head and went into a cooler and pulled out a bottle of water. Winding his way through the mob of dancing people until he found the intriguing dancing woman and walked behind her.

She was hot and she was thirsty, her body starting to finally warm up to the music and was about to walk off of the dance floor in search of some water when a bottle, and an arm appeared over her right shoulder. "You looked like you could have used a drink." A voice purrs into her left ear.

"What the fuck?" She growled, turning around to see the person that was talking to her. "Oh, it's you again. I'm sorry. You keep popping up on me like that. Thanks for the water..." She rubbed the plastic bottle all around her face and down her arms, flesh glistening with the condensation that had collected on the bottle while it sat in a cooler filled with ice. She twisted the cap off and took a long sip, eyes closed in sheer bliss.

Bulma lifted her head, tongue tip darting out quickly to sweep off any access water that she had on her lips and smiled at the person. "I know who you are." She whispered smoothly. And it was true. Once she saw Chi-Chi at the party, something clicked in her mind forcing her to remember the fact that Chi-Chi was going to be at Vegeta's party.

"You do?" Vegeta asked, clearly impressed.

"Your name is Vegeta. I don't know your last name, but maybe you don't have one. Maybe you're like Cher and feel no need to have one." He let out a light chuckle. "But tell me, why did you cut your hair, and why cover up your eyes? They darkness suits you well, a lot better than it suits some other people." She giggled, perfect front teeth clamping lightly on her tongue as she recapped her bottle and nodded to him. "I'll take you up on that offer, if you'd like."

"What offer did I make you?"

"To dance, or have you had enough? I can always go find someone else to dance with..."

Somehow that thought made him angry and he shook his head. "No, I shall dance with you but wait for a moment. I'm going to talk to the DJ. Anything you'd like to hear?"

"Something with a good beat."

Vegeta smirked. Good beat hmm I know just the song. He jumped up and stood before the DJ and leaned forward to talk to him and in a few moments he was making his way back to the beautiful woman.

He really has no clue. No clue whatsoever, and that's the way that it should be. This is only a game, and for once I'm actually enjoying his company. I've never seen him out of school and he really is sweet sometimes. Good enough for him to bring me some water though. I was about to fall over from thirst. Ah, here he is...now let's see what song he picked out. "Welcome back."

"Thank you." He smiled and nodded to a slightly larger space on the floor, extending a hand. Bulma took it and led him to it. "So what song did you..."

Choke me, Spank me...

Bulma giggled and nodded her head, lips instantly flying as she started to snap her fingers with the bass beat as she smiled. One of her favorite songs by 'Xzibit'. Hands found themselves on her hips and pulled her closer, a lazy grin on his lips as she writhed against him. Vegeta began to sway his hips to the beat as her arms winding themselves around his neck as she tilted her head back against his shoulder.

"Holy shit!" Star yelled, tugging at Chi-Chi's arm.

"What?"

"LOOK!" She pointed to the dancing pair on the floor.

"Is that...Bulma and Vegeta?" Goku asked as he squinted his eyes to get a better look. "Holy! It is! Look at them! They don't even know who each other is!"

"Oh, Bulma knows." Chi-Chi chuckled. "She's just playing with Vegeta and once he catches on who it is, then the game will be going both ways. Soon enough they'll be making out, and Bulma will have him eating out of the palm of her hand."

"Doubtful." Star commented arms crossed as she looked at the dancing pair. They moved well together, really well in fact. "You see, Vegeta isn't one to be wooed by a beautiful woman. He's interested in a quick fuck. Bulma's not interested in having a man follow her around like a little lost puppy. Vegeta needs to learn how to appreciate women more, and Bulma needs to have someone around her that can comfort her...give her strength you know? I know for sure that she needs it."

"This is true." Goku said, mind going over the letter that he had read a while ago.

Vegeta closed his eyes and drew the woman closer against him, face pressing into her hair as he took a deep breath. "You smell, divine."

"Thank you. You don't smell so bad yourself." Bulma found herself to be enjoying his company a little too much as his cologne kept drifting to her nose making her senses tingle.

"So tell me little one, what are you?"

Bulma giggled and pulled out of his arms to turn around, and then pressed herself against him, his right leg between her two as she moved against him, hands roaming over his arms and back. "Can't you guess?"

He almost groaned as he saw blue lashes flutter, and even bluer eyes twinkle. "An angel."

"No."

"You look like one. Um, a dove?"

She shook her head. "Try again. What's graceful and pure?"

He thought for a moment and broke out into a smile as he wrapped his arms around the small of her back. "A Swan."

"Bravo!"

"Do I get a prize for guessing correctly?"

She shook her head again. "Only if you can guess my name."

"Clara? Melissa? Amber, Amy, Ashley..."

"You're so far off it's disgusting."

"Well, I shall just have to ask around and see if anyone knows you, then that way I shall have your name."

"But Sir that is cheating."

"Who said I had to play fair?" Vegeta smirked and placed a light kiss on Bulma's right cheek. "If I don't leave you now, then there is no telling what I'll do if you keep moving the way you do against me."

"Ah, then yes perhaps you should leave so I can find another partner that doesn't step on my feet so much."

He growled and pressed his lips to herself before pulling away and leaving her. This woman excited him, she was so intoxicating and perfect. Who the hell is she? Why can't I shake the feeling of knowing her from somewhere else?

A figure moved slowly through the crowd, careful not to come in line of Bulma, but as he moved he studied her, planning his next move.