Chapter 8: Voices

As Vegeta got to the kitchen he saw his old grandmother by the stove making stew. He sat down at the table, Tarble soon came in and joined Vegeta. "Honestly Vegeta. Couldn't you be a little nicer to her? She is dieing."

"That's her damn problem. And I only agreed to come for one reason." Vegeta took a drink of the glass of blood that sat at the table.

Tarble leaned forward, "And what's that."

Vegeta set the glass down, "I'm here to pick something up from my old room." Looking up at Tarble with a glare, "If it is still there?"

Tarble knew exactly what his brother was talking about, "Mother my not like you, but she hasn't touched your old room. Everything is still there." Tarble took a drink from his glass. "When do you plan on leaving?"

"The sooner the better." Vegeta said as he sat back to allow his grandmother to pour him some stew.

"Why Vegeta, you just got here. You haven't seen me in such a long time and now you leave?" she said as she poured Tarble some stew.

"Well with that greeting you gave me, I should have just grabbed what I came for and walked back out that fucking door." Before talking a drink of stew.

"You little son of a bitch!" As she sat down, "I raise you. Take care of you, teach you what you need to know and gave you everything you ever wanted and this is how you treat your dear, sweet old grandmother?"

"Grandmother, I've never heard you talk that way before." Tarble was in shock nearly spitting his stew all over Vegeta.

"Really brother? Where have yo been?" Vegeta took another spoonful. "Besides, your either sweet or dear old woman, but you are a good cook."

"Fucker." His grandmother said before Vegeta got up and made his way to his old room.

Vegeta made it to his old room and found it just as he left it. He walked over to the far wall and stopped and just looked at the painting hanging up. He turned his head when he heard the door open. "So this is what you want?"

"Yes, I no longer reside here, so why should this perfect piece of work stay here?" Vegeta looked back at the painting.

"Well, if you want to leave tomorrow I can have a car and the plane ready for you."

"Very good." Tarble turned and left.

'My princess, soon you will be mine again.' Vegeta took one last look at the painting and went to lay down and get some sleep.

Bulma had just settled down for the night, 18 and Chi-Chi were cooking dinner, she would help if she wasn't so tired. She laid down on the couch and closed her eyes.

"I will show you. Do you trust me?"

"Yes." Vegeta turned into his true form. "Your a vampire?"

"Yes, does that scare you?"

"No." Bulma got up and went to him

"Would you like to go with me?"

"Sure." Vegeta picked her up and they flow, for what seemed along time, when they returned Vegeta set down on the balcony.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes."

"Bulma, if you would like meet me here tomorrow night and we will go again."

Bulma shot off the couch. "Not again!" 18 and Chi-Chi quit talking and looked at her.

"Bulma are you ok?"

Bulma looked around to see where she was. "Oh, yeah. I've just been getting weird dreams lately." Bulma grabbed her head, got off the couch and walked into the kitchen.

"B, are you sure. Maybe you need to see someone." Chi-Chi said.

"I SAID I'M FINE!!" Bulma turned around and went into her room and slammed the door.

18 and Chi-Chi looked at each other, "I'm worried about her."

"Me too Chi. Hopefully she will come out of it."
"Lets hope. I'll go see if she wants to eat."

Bulma sat on her bed, she kept hearing the same words going through her head, 'Will you be my princess of the night?' "Get out of my head!"

Knock Knock, "Bulma are you ok? Honey I'm sorry for what I said, well you come out and eat?" Chi-Chi stood there when the door opened. She smiled, "Thank you sweetie. I'm sorry. Now let's eat." Chi-Chi grabbed Bulma's hand and walked towards the kitchen. They sat and ate in quiet. After dinner they sat down to watch a movie. Half way through the movie, Bulma's phone rang in her room. She got up and walked up to the bedroom. She looked down and frowned...Yamacha.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!" She hung up and walked back out to the living room.

"Yamacha?" 18 and Chi-Chi asked without looking at Bulma.

Bulma went back to her seat between her two best friends and let out a sigh. The watched a little more of the movie. "I think, I need to change my number."

18 was asleep, Chi-Chi looked over at her, "Do you really think you need to go that far?"

"Yeah, he calls me all the time." Bulma rested her head on the back of the couch. "I can't take it anymore."

Chi-Chi got up to get some more popcorn, "Yeah, but think about this, he could get your new number from your parents easy."

Bulma looked at Chi-Chi, "Your right. But what?"

"Your next date with Vegeta...make out with him real heavy when he brings you home. Yamacha's been watching the house."

Bulma and Chi-Chi looked over at 18, "We thought you were asleep."
"Yeah, that's how I roll." 18 sat up straight and stretched. "But that's what you should do."

Bulma starched her head, "I don't want to use Vegeta though, I really like him."

"So what, making out would bound to happen anyways." 18 got up and went to the refrigerator.

"That's where I don't agree with you Ms. Gero." Chi-Chi said as she sat back down, "They have only been on one real date, kissed a few times and they haven't even known each other for a week yet! They should take it slow." Chi-Chi had a proud smile on.

18 cracked open a beer can and rolled her eyes. She walked back over and sat down, "So what! If it works to get Yamacha off her back."

"And if it doesn't?" Chi-Chi leaned over Bulma into 18's face.

"It will. Believe me I have plenty of experience Miss Virgin!" 18 pushed back in Chi-Chi's face over Bulma.

"Whore!"
"Bitch!"

"Enough!" Bulma got in between them and stopped their fight. "I will decide what to do, not you two. Now go to your rooms and get some sleep. And I will do the same!" Bulma turned around shut off the tv and walked to her room and shut the door. Soon, all went quiet out in the living room. 'I guess they took my advice.' Bulma closed her eyes and started to fall asleep.

Will you be my princess of the night?

Bulma shot up, 'I thought it was over?' She closed her eyes again and finally fell asleep...

She could feel the wind blowing her hair back. She looked around and she was off the ground, unfamiliar ground. "Where am I?"

"Your safe." A voice whispered in her ear.

"Who are you and where are we going?"

"Woman, you must be tired not to remember, we do this every night. But tonight is special." The voice was so familiar. They soon landed on the balcony of a large mansion. "Come inside." The figure moved into the house, she couldn't tell who it was, it was blurred out, but she followed.

"What are we doing here?"

"I wanted a painting of you. Is that alright?"

Bulma looked down, she was in a night gown, "But I'm not dressed right."

The figure came up and moved some hair behind her ear, "That's ok, I have a dress for you."

"Ok." She walked over to the next room and changed. She returned to find the figure standing infront of an aisle.

"Ready."

"Yes." She sat down. After a while the figure finished.

"Come look."

She got up and walked over to take a look. It was beautiful, could that really be her. She never saw herself that beautiful before. "Amazingly beautiful."

"Just like you." The figure whispered in her ear. "I'm going to hang it in my room."

She turned to the figure. "Ok." She smiled.

"I must get you home before dawn." She went and changed and left the mansion with the figure to her own home.

Bulma woke up the next morning feeling great. 'That was a nice dream.' She thought as she got up to start the day.

On the other side of the Earth, Vegeta was leaving his mother's place with Tarble to go to the airport.

"Vegeta! You better come see me more." His grandmother yelled.

Vegeta turned and grinned, "Not if your going to slap me next time!" he yelled back.

"Little fucker." She said as she turned around to leave.

Tarble said one last good bye to his older brother and left as well. Vegeta got on the plane, throw his bag in a car and gently sat a covered painting on the car next to him and ready for take off.