Disclaimer: How many of these have I written? O.o *sigh* Oh the monotny! DBZ people, if your going to sue me, advise my ass through mail or by phone. LOL!!
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 1
Transylvanian Nights
"Bulma!"
A mere 16 year old girl ran out of her room, her dress fluttering behind her, her work bandana freshly cleaned ready for another days work.
"Yes mother"
"Could you deliver this loaf of bread to the butchers shop in return for turkey?"
"Sure"
Bulma took the loaf of bread and exited the tiny cottage in the village. She inhaled the air of the day, stale and still, though she had nothing to compare the quality of the air to, she was still happy. She was the daughter of a local scientist. Yes her family was praised and looked up to, they were just the same as everyone else economically wise. Bulma didn't mind. Simple joys like baking bread , playing with the animals in other people's farms, or create things with her father were her pastimes, that and writting in her diary or talking with friends.
This was the town of Transylvania, she didn't know what to feel. The forever gloomy sky, stale air, and working people were all she ever knew. She was never allowed out at night alone, most other people were, for the true tales of Vampires from the sacred mountain scared her boots off. She always seemed cheerful no matter the truths surrounding her. As she passed a group of elderly gossiping women, she nodded politely, but still listened intently to what they were saying.
"Can you believe it girls, 70 years from the day Vegeta dissapeared"
"It was a shame, he was so attractive all those years ago"
"But you have to admit he was a bastard most of the time!"
The elderly women sighed at another soul abducted. Bulma stopped shaking her head in sadness over the abduction of innocent people many years ago. She snapped her finegrs in remembering. She should get some flowers and stop by the memorial. Her aunt was abducted when she was only a mere age of 5. Every so often, she'd place flowers at her memorial and look at the other people who dissapeared.
In Bulma's concentration, she finnaly noticed that she was near the butcher. She stepped inside, greeted by the warm smiles of the villagers, the smell of meats, and the ring of the bell on the door.
"Evenin' to you Miss Bulma"
"Mama asked if we could have some turkey in trade with her infamous loaf of bread"
"Bless her heart, here" the butcher exchanged "And here's a sweet butter pickle as a treat"
"Thankyou sir"
Bulma took the pickle, still moist from it's wet container and bit into the sweet vegetable, the crunch filling her mind and the flavor filling her tounge. Finishing up her snack, she walked to the flower shop and picked up some lilly's. She walked to the memorial and joined some of the others there in remembering loved ones. Bulma did a silent prayer and ran her finger over the picture of her aunt, smiling as she always did. She sighed at the suffocating reality. She placed the flowers there, but then decided to hold one mere flower for a moment.
Excusing herself from the new part of the memorial, Bulma walked the halls of the older part, where people who lost there lives, either had no more visitors due to death, or rare visits. She grabbed the torch and walked down the dark hallway, looking at the photo's or even old paintings of people, luckily still preserved. She stopped when she saw the name. Vegeta
She read the brief summary of his life...
Vegeta
Siblings: Geta(Sister) and Vegcent(Brother)
Summary: Vegeta was a hard worker in the field, an attitude to match the ass of a donkey, but a kind heart only revealed to the luckiest of men.
Body: Never found
That part chilled Bulma. In most cases, people's body's were found, drained of the color, blood and life, just left where someone could fine them the next day. Bulma examined the face of the boy, at mere 17.
"He's gorgeous" Bulma murmered to herself "Either the artist truly captured his handsome face, or the artist is blind and dumb as they come"
Bulma stepped back, remembering that she needed to be back home before sundown with the meat. But before she ran off, she placed the flower under Vegeta's picture. She bowed respectively and ran down the hall, placing the torch back, and into the dimming light of the sky of the day.
She eventually arrived home. She took off her shoes and placed the meat on the table.
"What kept you Bulma"
Bulma walked over to her father and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I was visiting the memorial Papa"
"That's fine dear, tidy up the house a bit, Chi Chi and her father are coming by for an early supper"
"Okay"
Bulma went to the kicthen and got her usual cleaning rag, wet it with some water, and began to clean the table, the floor, and the windows, dusting the furniture aswell. Bulma stepped back when she observed her job. She wiped the layer of sweat off her brow and went to her room.
She took off her bandana, and combed the moist knots in her hair out. Her blue locks tumbled out, and she hummed a soft tune to herself. Taking a last look in the mirror, she set her brush down and wiped her face with the wash cloth.
"Bulma, our guests have arrived"
"Coming mom"
Bulma ran out of her room and into the living room.
"Good evening Bulma"
"Good evening sir"
Bulma bowed respectively.
"Chi Chi, go with Bulma out to fetch a pail of clean water"
Chi Chi nodded and followed Bulma outside.
"Hey, it's been a while"
"Yeah I know" Bulma sighed. "Any new news"
"I heard from my father, that Buffy was abducted. They have yet to find her body"
Bulma covered her mouth in shock. Buffy was another childhood friend of their's.
"That's a shame, how many more souls must lose to such evil monsters"
"Who knows" Chi Chi sighed. "Come on, let's enjoy this night"
Chi Chi and Bulma walked back into the house and sat down across from each other at the dinner table. The group basked on turkey, sweet potatoes, weat bread, ale, water, peas, and sweetened pretzels as a desert. Bulma playfully patted her belly after the meal.
"Doctor, is it alright with you if Bulma and I have a sleep over at my home tonight? Papa's already agreed." Chi Chi asked.
Dr. Briefs looked to the Ox King. The other nodded, as did the doctor.
"I don't see a reason why not, but please be careful leaving on this night"
"Thankyou Papa!"
Bulma jumped out of her seat and ran to her room to gather her things. Chi Chi followed. Bulma went to her room and grabbed her tote bag. She filled it with her brush and comb, clothes, diary, a few books to read, a new clean baby blue bandana and her sketch book and pencils.
"Come on Bulma"
"I'm coming"
Bulma closed her bag and walked out her room, turning the light off as she departed. Everyone said there farewells and the 3 exited the house late into the night. Chi Chi and Bulma stayed close to each other as the Ox King lit the way using a fired torch. The stillness of the night was haunting enough. Bulma looked up ahead and saw a cloaked figure. Her hold on Chi Chi's arm tightened.
"Who goes there"
The Ox King recieved no reply. The figure walked closer to them. The Ox King stepped back, covering the girls with his mammoth size arms. The figure hissed and began to run towards the group.
"Chi Chi, Bulma run!"
Chi Chi and Bulma went their sepreate ways. Ox King tried to hold the figure off, but the figure mearly slapped the burly man away. Chi Chi ran to a neighbors house and was welcomed in. Bulma on the other hand was still running. She stopped near the large well, catching her breath. She looked up when she heard the rustle of boots on the dry soil. Bulma gasped at the figure drawing the evr closer.
"Please stop, whoever you are" Bulma quivered.
The being ceased to stop. His steps quickening. Bulma tried to run, but she bumped into the soft being, she tried to back away, but it's arm held her close to him. Before she could squeal in fright the being turned her around to face him and sealed her silence by placing it's lips on hers. She tried to protest, but she felt dazed and dizzy. He pulled back and Bulma gasped at what she saw. It was the picture of the boy from 70 or so years ago. He didn't look any older that 17. His gaze was cold, as was his haunting olive skin.
"It's you" Bulma whispered against his lips.
Vegeta showed her his fangs, she knew what was about to happen. She gulped and closed her eyes, letting the swooning feeling he gave her control her. She felt him press his fangs to her neck...
AAHHHHHHHH! Was that chilling and suspensful or what!? What happens next!? Is this good? Please tell me in a review.
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PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU LIKED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 1
Transylvanian Nights
"Bulma!"
A mere 16 year old girl ran out of her room, her dress fluttering behind her, her work bandana freshly cleaned ready for another days work.
"Yes mother"
"Could you deliver this loaf of bread to the butchers shop in return for turkey?"
"Sure"
Bulma took the loaf of bread and exited the tiny cottage in the village. She inhaled the air of the day, stale and still, though she had nothing to compare the quality of the air to, she was still happy. She was the daughter of a local scientist. Yes her family was praised and looked up to, they were just the same as everyone else economically wise. Bulma didn't mind. Simple joys like baking bread , playing with the animals in other people's farms, or create things with her father were her pastimes, that and writting in her diary or talking with friends.
This was the town of Transylvania, she didn't know what to feel. The forever gloomy sky, stale air, and working people were all she ever knew. She was never allowed out at night alone, most other people were, for the true tales of Vampires from the sacred mountain scared her boots off. She always seemed cheerful no matter the truths surrounding her. As she passed a group of elderly gossiping women, she nodded politely, but still listened intently to what they were saying.
"Can you believe it girls, 70 years from the day Vegeta dissapeared"
"It was a shame, he was so attractive all those years ago"
"But you have to admit he was a bastard most of the time!"
The elderly women sighed at another soul abducted. Bulma stopped shaking her head in sadness over the abduction of innocent people many years ago. She snapped her finegrs in remembering. She should get some flowers and stop by the memorial. Her aunt was abducted when she was only a mere age of 5. Every so often, she'd place flowers at her memorial and look at the other people who dissapeared.
In Bulma's concentration, she finnaly noticed that she was near the butcher. She stepped inside, greeted by the warm smiles of the villagers, the smell of meats, and the ring of the bell on the door.
"Evenin' to you Miss Bulma"
"Mama asked if we could have some turkey in trade with her infamous loaf of bread"
"Bless her heart, here" the butcher exchanged "And here's a sweet butter pickle as a treat"
"Thankyou sir"
Bulma took the pickle, still moist from it's wet container and bit into the sweet vegetable, the crunch filling her mind and the flavor filling her tounge. Finishing up her snack, she walked to the flower shop and picked up some lilly's. She walked to the memorial and joined some of the others there in remembering loved ones. Bulma did a silent prayer and ran her finger over the picture of her aunt, smiling as she always did. She sighed at the suffocating reality. She placed the flowers there, but then decided to hold one mere flower for a moment.
Excusing herself from the new part of the memorial, Bulma walked the halls of the older part, where people who lost there lives, either had no more visitors due to death, or rare visits. She grabbed the torch and walked down the dark hallway, looking at the photo's or even old paintings of people, luckily still preserved. She stopped when she saw the name. Vegeta
She read the brief summary of his life...
Vegeta
Siblings: Geta(Sister) and Vegcent(Brother)
Summary: Vegeta was a hard worker in the field, an attitude to match the ass of a donkey, but a kind heart only revealed to the luckiest of men.
Body: Never found
That part chilled Bulma. In most cases, people's body's were found, drained of the color, blood and life, just left where someone could fine them the next day. Bulma examined the face of the boy, at mere 17.
"He's gorgeous" Bulma murmered to herself "Either the artist truly captured his handsome face, or the artist is blind and dumb as they come"
Bulma stepped back, remembering that she needed to be back home before sundown with the meat. But before she ran off, she placed the flower under Vegeta's picture. She bowed respectively and ran down the hall, placing the torch back, and into the dimming light of the sky of the day.
She eventually arrived home. She took off her shoes and placed the meat on the table.
"What kept you Bulma"
Bulma walked over to her father and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"I was visiting the memorial Papa"
"That's fine dear, tidy up the house a bit, Chi Chi and her father are coming by for an early supper"
"Okay"
Bulma went to the kicthen and got her usual cleaning rag, wet it with some water, and began to clean the table, the floor, and the windows, dusting the furniture aswell. Bulma stepped back when she observed her job. She wiped the layer of sweat off her brow and went to her room.
She took off her bandana, and combed the moist knots in her hair out. Her blue locks tumbled out, and she hummed a soft tune to herself. Taking a last look in the mirror, she set her brush down and wiped her face with the wash cloth.
"Bulma, our guests have arrived"
"Coming mom"
Bulma ran out of her room and into the living room.
"Good evening Bulma"
"Good evening sir"
Bulma bowed respectively.
"Chi Chi, go with Bulma out to fetch a pail of clean water"
Chi Chi nodded and followed Bulma outside.
"Hey, it's been a while"
"Yeah I know" Bulma sighed. "Any new news"
"I heard from my father, that Buffy was abducted. They have yet to find her body"
Bulma covered her mouth in shock. Buffy was another childhood friend of their's.
"That's a shame, how many more souls must lose to such evil monsters"
"Who knows" Chi Chi sighed. "Come on, let's enjoy this night"
Chi Chi and Bulma walked back into the house and sat down across from each other at the dinner table. The group basked on turkey, sweet potatoes, weat bread, ale, water, peas, and sweetened pretzels as a desert. Bulma playfully patted her belly after the meal.
"Doctor, is it alright with you if Bulma and I have a sleep over at my home tonight? Papa's already agreed." Chi Chi asked.
Dr. Briefs looked to the Ox King. The other nodded, as did the doctor.
"I don't see a reason why not, but please be careful leaving on this night"
"Thankyou Papa!"
Bulma jumped out of her seat and ran to her room to gather her things. Chi Chi followed. Bulma went to her room and grabbed her tote bag. She filled it with her brush and comb, clothes, diary, a few books to read, a new clean baby blue bandana and her sketch book and pencils.
"Come on Bulma"
"I'm coming"
Bulma closed her bag and walked out her room, turning the light off as she departed. Everyone said there farewells and the 3 exited the house late into the night. Chi Chi and Bulma stayed close to each other as the Ox King lit the way using a fired torch. The stillness of the night was haunting enough. Bulma looked up ahead and saw a cloaked figure. Her hold on Chi Chi's arm tightened.
"Who goes there"
The Ox King recieved no reply. The figure walked closer to them. The Ox King stepped back, covering the girls with his mammoth size arms. The figure hissed and began to run towards the group.
"Chi Chi, Bulma run!"
Chi Chi and Bulma went their sepreate ways. Ox King tried to hold the figure off, but the figure mearly slapped the burly man away. Chi Chi ran to a neighbors house and was welcomed in. Bulma on the other hand was still running. She stopped near the large well, catching her breath. She looked up when she heard the rustle of boots on the dry soil. Bulma gasped at the figure drawing the evr closer.
"Please stop, whoever you are" Bulma quivered.
The being ceased to stop. His steps quickening. Bulma tried to run, but she bumped into the soft being, she tried to back away, but it's arm held her close to him. Before she could squeal in fright the being turned her around to face him and sealed her silence by placing it's lips on hers. She tried to protest, but she felt dazed and dizzy. He pulled back and Bulma gasped at what she saw. It was the picture of the boy from 70 or so years ago. He didn't look any older that 17. His gaze was cold, as was his haunting olive skin.
"It's you" Bulma whispered against his lips.
Vegeta showed her his fangs, she knew what was about to happen. She gulped and closed her eyes, letting the swooning feeling he gave her control her. She felt him press his fangs to her neck...
AAHHHHHHHH! Was that chilling and suspensful or what!? What happens next!? Is this good? Please tell me in a review.
Wanna be on my update list? Just ask to join my Mailing List in a REVIEW or send a e-mail and ask and I'll invite you. XD
PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU LIKED THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!