Dark Majik
Chapter 2
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~*~ The Truth ~*~
clasclass=MsoNormal style='text-indent:36.0pt'>Goku kicked the door to his office closed behind him and strode
purposefully over to his desk, sweeping everything that was on it onto the floor
in an oddly careless motion with his arm. With gentleness in direct contrast to
his nature Goku then gently laid Bulma down upon it and hesitantly traced the
curve of her lips as his eyes devoured her.
“He’s gotten careless.” Goku told her. “Once I never would have
gotten this close to you.” His voice was soft as he lent down and breathed in
her scent. He smiled to himself a he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pair
of manacles. For a moment he hesitated and glanced down at Bulma.
Should he chain her down? He didn’t want to scare her too much.
He needed her to remember him, not to fear him. With reluctance he put the
manacles back into the desk drawer and sat down on the side of the desk. Bulma
whimpered and jerked in her entranced sleep.
“Wake up.” Goku whispered hoarsely, allowing a little of his
dark magic to flow along her skin like boiling oil to wake her up.
Bulma moaned, her back arching as the black magic Goku had used
seeped into her skin and forced her back to reality. “What? Where am I? Who are
you?” She murmured and sat up weakly, placing a hand to her head in confusion.
“You’re in my office.” Goku lounged indolently against the desk
and looked around the room, following her gaze as it swept across the swords,
axes and other weapons of war that were hung from the walls.
clasclass=MsoNormal style='text-indent:36.0pt'>“Oh God! What do you want from me?” Bulma moaned, swallowing
convulsively as her breathing became uneven, tremors of fear racking her body.
“You don’t have to be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you in any
way.” Goku reassured her and flashed his disarming smile.
“Not going to kill me? Not
going to kill me?” Bulma’s voice rose hysterically. “Who
“Well it’s complicated as I have several names.” Goku gave her a
fun loving smile in the hope that she might remember him from the old days, but
her gaze remained blank and with a shrug he continued to talk listlessly, as
though he’d told her this many times before. “I believe the name your probably
the best acquainted with is Satan.”
“Satan?” Bulma gasped and scuttled off the desk, falling to the
floor in her hurry to get away. “You’re the Devil?”
mouth soundlessly. “This is a dream, this has
be a dream.” Bulma closed her eyes and counted to three then opened her eyes
and looked up at him, moaning in horror when he didn’t disappear. “This
“Oh, I’m afraid it is.” Goku walked closer and picked her up off
the floor, his hands lingering on her body as he sat her back on the desk. “Like
I said, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you I don’t want your soul.” His eyes
narrowed and he continued in a dark drawl. “You have something else I need.”
“Listen, Satan...” Bulma began to speak again, trying to sound
reasonable despite the fear that was sparking in her brain.
“Goku, call me Goku.” Goku interrupted flatly. “Satan is such a commercialised
name these days; I’m almost embarrassed to go by it. Goku is mucttertter, much
more wholesome.” He lowered himself down until his mouth was near her ear.
“Besides, you called me Goku once upon a time. It is only fitting that you
should call me Goku again.”
“What?” Bulma spluttered. “I’ve never seen you in my life!”
“Not in this life.”
Goku agreed amicably. “But surely you’ve seen me in your dreams? I’ve come to
you most nights.”
“The dreams!” Bulma raised a hand to her mouth as she paled, the
world swam before her eyes and she wavered dangerously. “Oh sweet lord!”
“It’s no use praying to him.
He doesn’t care about any of us anymore.” Goku’s eyes flashed dangerously,
then his mood abruptly changed and he smiled indulgently. “I suppose you want
to know what I want with you.”
“Not really.” Bulma scampered off the desk and began to back
away, her voice high with panic. “I just want to leave, okay? Please let me
leave!”
“I’m afraid I can’t, you see I’ve been looking for you for a
very, very long time and now that I
have you where I want you I’m not letting you go anywhere.” Goku made a motion
with his hand and the red snake from his arm seemed to come alive and slither
off his skin, dropping to the floor with a soft thud. It moved directly into
her path and barred the door, flashing fangs at her.
Bulma screamed as Goku’s hands came down on her shoulders and he
pulled her body against his. “Sit down Bulma; we have a lot to discuss...”
~*~
“Where the hell is Bulma?” Vegeta glanced irritably at his watch.
“I have to work tomorrow; I can’t wait for her all night.” He looked around the
nightclub. The crowds were beginning to thin out so he should have been even
able to see her even if he couldn’t sense her.
“Don’t ask me. The last time I saw her she was with you.” Yamcha
yawned and pulled a giggling and very drunk Marron closer. “Look man, let’s
just go, she’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. She probably just
found herself a cute guy and she’s off smacking the pony.”
“That is so gross.”
Marron giggled again and hiccuped.
“Yeah, but it’s probably true.” Yamcha smiled fondly down at his
blue haired girlfriend and ruffled her hair while she shed ied in delight at
his playful mood.
“I guess your right.” Vegeta took a last look around before
heading out to the parking lot. “I hope she’s alright though, I couldn’t bear it
if...” Vegeta trailed off as he slowly walked back to his car.
~*~
“I’ve been searching you for a very long time.” Goku sat down
cross-legged on the floor and rested his back against the wall, uncaring of
what nasty things might be on the floor to stain his lovely black suit with.
“How long is a long
time?” Bulma narrowed her eyes and edged away, not liking where this
conversation was going.
Goku grinned and laughed. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told
you. But I knew you were the one from the moment I saw you.”
“When did you...?”
“When did I find you?” He tilted his head to the side and
watched her carefully. “Almost a year ago.”
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“A year.” Bulma nodded. “That makes sense, the dreams have only
gotten worse in the last year.”
“I would have come to you straight away but he was always with you. Guarding you.” Goku’s eyes flashed and he
threw back his head and laughed suddenly. “But he’s gotten slack in his old
age.”
“Who has?” Bulma swallowed uneasily. Someone had been guarding
her?
“It doesn’t matter. He
failed.” Goku seemed pleased by this and his voice reflected his delight. “The
point is that you’re the person I’ve been looking for, and now I’ve found you.”
He stood up in a smooth inhuman movement. “Aren’t eve even curious about what
it means? What you being the chosen one means?”
Bulma looked uncomfortable. “A little, but honestly Goku, I
don’t know if I want to hear it. Do you have any idea what a shock this is? For
the first time in ages I meet a cute guy at a dance club who seems interested
in me and he turns out to be the
Devil.” Bulma’s voice was woeful but she tossed her hair in familiar defiant
movement that made Goku’s heart twist. “That does wonderful things for a girls
self esteem.” She rolled her eyes, the exasperated tone staying-put in her
voice.
“Do you want to know or not?” Goku asked again, staring fondly
at Bulma.
“I don’t really care why you lured me here Goku, I just want to
homehome and sleep.” Bulma jumped off the desk and began to walk towards the
door. Goku made a movement with his hand and Bulma gasped half in amazement and
half in terror as her body stopped moving against her will. She could feel
Goku’s power flaring over her as he forced her to turn around and sit back
down.
“You’re not going anywhere until you’ve heard this.” His voice
was a low growl that sent shivers along her spine. Next to him the red snake opened
its hypnotising black eyes and hissed warningly at her again before slipping
back up his arm in a blur of colour that left her feeling dizzy.
“Or what? You’ll steal my soul? Set your snake on me?” Bulma
stayed seated despite her words, but made a great show of pouting and looking
annoyed.
Goku sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. “Please
Bulma, just listen.”
“Fine, I’m listening.” Bulma spoke stiffly.
“A long time ago, when only the Lord and his angels were in existence
a war took place when several renegade angels turned against God.”
“You’re talking about the war in heaven?” Bulma unbent enough to
actually show a flare of interest in her blue eyes.
Goku nodded. “That’s right. Now, you may find this hard to
believe but you were once an angel.”
“Me?” Bulma squeaked. “An angel?”
“Yes.” Goku sighed again and looked tired as Bulma’s face
hardened again. “You and I were in love, which was forbidden amongst the
angels. We were supposed to be holy beings that were above such emotions as
lust and jealousy. But we were an exception.” Goku smiled at her fondly. “We
were so close we were almost one being and for the most part the Lord was
content as long as we didn’t throw ourselves into a world of sin, and,” Goku
continued. “For a while we didn’t. Life was good for us in heaven, we were in
God’s grace and there was nothing that could change that. That is until he
created them.” Goku’s voice soured
suddenly.
“Who?” Bulma lent forward, his voice curious.
“Humans.” Goku stated flatly.
“Humans?” Bulma repeated dumbly, blinking as though he uttered
something foreign.
“Yes, a filthy dirty sinful race who, for some reason, the Lord
chose to give Earth to. For some reason he looked past all of their faults and
saw only their good side and, somehow, they moved up to take our place
alongside the lord. Many angels were unhappy but none so much as me. I always
hated humanity; they were the ultimate insult to our people.” Goku looked as
though he was about to spit in disgust and Bulma decided to stay silent while
he spoke. Shechedched as his eyes hardened with remembered pain. “So I turned
against the Lord. I raised an army and together we marched against heaven in an
attempted to take our place by his side again. Of course we failed.” Goku’s’
mouth twisted wryly and a small smug smile wriggled its way onto his lips. “And
I was cast out of heaven along with all the other angels who had marched with
me. We were cast into hell.” Goku grinned nastily at his, he even sounded
proud.
“Was I?” Bulma’s voice was a tiny squeak.
“Oh no, the Lord decided that sending you to hell with me would
be far too lenient, so he kept you in heaven. He kept you and I apart.” Goku’s
eyes clouded and his tone softened. “How could I not do what I did?”
“What did you do?”
“I cursed the Lord with a real
curse. You see, when he threw me out I gained powers. I could take the
souls of sinful men and women and I could also curse those I wished. I told the
lord that one day I would get you back and that our child would bring about the
end of his reign.” Goku laughed as though it was the funniest thing he’d ever
done. “I prophesised the apocalypse, and the amazing part was that the Lord was
scared. He became so frightened that he decided to hide you from me, so he sent
you away.”
Bulma swallowed as what he was saying dawned on her. “He sent me
to Earth.”
“Yes, he sent you to Earth. He gave you a mortal body and forced
you to live life after life in this sinful, filthy planet. Surrounded by
sinful, filthy humans.” This time Goku spat in disgust. “He even sent you a
protector to guard you, to watch over you and make sure I never got close to
you. I’ve found you in other lives, you know. But each time
time, oh no, not this time.” He looked up at her, his eyes burning. “This time
you’re going to join with me.”
“And if I say no?” Bulma raised her head in defiance.
“Trust me Bulma; you don’t want to say no.” Goku met her eyes
with his and as she watched they flooded with red and the pupils seemed to
burst into flames. “You don’t want to get me angry.”
~*~