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Dark Majik	By : vegetagoddess Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not
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A/N � This chapter,
except for the very start, is a completely new chapter. Although it was
supposed to be written for the old version of this fic, I never really found
that it worked. However, now that I�m a better writer then I used to be (what a
lie!) I�ve finally figured out how write it. Enjoy this chapter because it�s
going to be twisted and trippy and 100% me!

~*~ Chapter Four ~*~

�You can�t leave.� Goku told Bulma as he sat perched on the desk
wearing his only pants. He was shirtless, dishevelled looking and was smiling
at her with that infinite charm of his. Bulma suspected that he was remaining
shirtless merely in a ploy to distract her so she wouldn�t leave.

�I can leave and I
will leave. I don�t know what just
happened. I don�t know why I did that, but I shouldn�t have�it shouldn�t have
happened full stop.� Bulma�s voice was shaking and she cursed herself as she
pushed a strand of hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture.

Goku scoffed. �Come on! I�m the Dark Prince! Temptation is
my speciality! If I didn�t know I could seduce you I wouldn�t have tried, so
don�t be so hard on yourself.� He looked at her in a seductive way and Bulma
shivered as she remembered how he�d touched her.

�And what�s that supposed to mean?� She whirled around and
glared at him, avoiding making eye contact with him as she hysterically babbled
on. �Are you saying that you knew I�d be a pushover because you knew you could make me want you?� Bulma
glared harder and Goku began to fidget uneasily, not having expected this
outraged reaction from her.

�No! It was nothing like that! But I don�t like being
rejected any more then the next man. All I�m saying is that I wouldn�t have put
myself in a place where you would have said no to me.� Goku tried desperately
to keep a happy-go-lucky note in his voice as he tried his little boy smile on
her again, the look on Bulma�s face quickly freezing it away.

Bulma pursed her full red lips and looked at him through
narrowed lids. �Look Mr. Devil, I
don�t have time to be playing games with you��

�What games?� Goku cut Bulma off, smiling innocently and
flashing perfect white teeth. �Who�s playing games?� He allowed his voice to
drop into a dark drawl. �I know I�m not.�

�You know what I mean!� Bulma squeaked in a high voice,
colour assaulting her cheeks. �Why do you really
want me here?� Bulma pleaded, her mouth twisted up into a grimace. �I know
there must be more to wanting me here then to merely sleep with me. There must
be some kind of reason other then the one you told me. I mean, you do seem like
a nice guy and all, but you are still the
devil.� She outstretched her hand in a pleading manner, her blue eyes
innocently questioning.

The smile disappeared and Goku looked almost threatening. He
looked at her outstretched hands and slowly let gaz gaze travel up her; finally
he answered her in a deep growling voice that betrayed how hungry for her he
was. �True. I do have an ulterior motive for sleeping with you.�

�And that is�?� Bulma whispered nervously, taking a step
back as she wished he�d look happy again and not so evil and threatening. It
was disconcerting to have him switching his facial expression so easily, as if
his face was a changeable mask.

�Let me explain it to you this way. You�ve been having
nightmare�s lately about a snake coming after you, haven�t you?� Goku asked
nonchalantly as he picked up his black shirt and pulled it on, leaving it
hanging open so that a gap of well toned chest showed as he talked. When Bulma
nodded, her gaze locked on that gap of chest and Goku smirked and continued
talking in that mesmerising voice. �Well, the snake represents me. The dream is
kind of a heavenly warning that I was coming after you.�

�What�s so important about me?� Bulma tore her gaze away
from his chest and titled her head to the side cautiously stretching the
muscles out. �Why am I so special?� Her tone was both cautious and questioning
and Goku deliberated for a second on how to answer her.

�You�re the chosen one.� He told her quietly and slowly as
though unsure how to say what he needed to. Bulma looked confused and Goku held
up a hand to forestall her. �Bear with me. You have angel blood inside of you
and I have demon blood. If we were to mix our blood, and by that I mean create
a child, our child would have power from both the dark and the light realms and
I could get back into heaven and claim it as my own.� Goku�s eyes were shining
with that demonic light again as he spoke and his voice had an inhuman echoing
quality to it.

Bulma�s mouth dropped open. �You want to get me pregnant! So
I can give birth to the Anti Christ? No way! No bloody way!� Bulma screeched in disbelief and shook her head. She
spun around and began walking towards the door. �I am not going to be
responsible for the fall of heaven!� She opened the door and stalked out. A
second later the door flew open again and she shouted her final remarks; �Stay
away form me Goku! I can tell you now that I am not going to have your flaming demon spawn child!� With that she
slammed the door and silence descended upon Goku who still sat carelessly on
the desk.]

Goku sat staring at the door for a few moments before he
blinked as though just returning to reality and began to slowly button his shirt.
�Oh Bulma, maybe I should have told you that it�s too late. You�re already
pregnant to me, and I�m never going to let you destroy our child.� Goku�s voice
deepened and he ro up up a shirt sleeve. The red snake tattooed on his arm
shuddered, glowed and slithered off his arm, dropping to the floor and
slithering towards the shadows with serpentine grace.

�Never.� Goku�s eyes glowed as he growled the final word
into the gloom of his office.

~*~

Bulma�s high heels made sharp
loud clicking noises as she walked across the dance floor. At any moment she
expected the office door to fly open and Goku to come charging out. But the
door remained firmly shut and the only noise Bulma could hear was the gentle
sound of rain falling on the roof of the club.

She was in the middle of the
dance floor when she saw something out of the corner of her eyes. Bulma turned
her head but couldn�t see anything in the shadowy corner of the room. Another
movement from the other corner of her eyes caused her to gasp and whirl around
again, but, once again, there was nothing to see. Hesitantly, Bulma took a few
more steps across the nightclub floor, and then she saw it.

The shadows
seemed to be moving. They seemed to be almost writhing and turning as though
they were alive. Bulma screamed and stumbled fearfully away from the dark
corners of the club as the shadows in the room seemed to spew h huh hundreds of
snakes. They moved like water across the floor, with a fluid grace that Bulma
found horrifying. They swept over her shoes, several snakes attempting to curl
themselves around Bulma�s ankles and legs.

She let out a shriek as she fell
to the floor, a blanket of glowing black snakes settling suffocatingly over
her. She felt them moving all around her, as though she were trapped in some
huge, pulsing mountain of snake. Bulma opened her mouth to scream but no sound
came out, instead she felt a snake try to worm its way into her throat and she
hastily shut her mouth, whimpering like a small fretful child as she heard
several snakes hiss around her.

And then they were gone.

Bulma cautiously opened her eyes
and almost fainted, the room spinning dizzyingly around her as she realised she
wasn�t in the night club anymore.
Instead she was in what appeared to be a ballroom. Red drapes twisted their way
from the centre of the ceiling to the walls where they were tied back with
tassels. The walls were velvet black and the floor was one giant mirror.

Bulma cautiously got to her feet.
Around her spun couples dancing to music which Bulma couldn�t hear. There was
no sound, she realised, no sound at all. Everything seemed so unreal, and yet
as a couple swept past her, the ladies ball gown brushed against her and Bulma
felt the cool brush of silk.

She took a faltering step and suddenly sound returned to her
in a rush. So unexpected was the return of sound that Bulma cringed and almost
fell to the floor, her hands covering her ears.

Sound bombarded her from every
direction; the buzz of talking couples, the music from a string quartet playing
music which sounded incredibly old and sweet but which Bulma had never heard
before. She relaxed again as her body adjusted to the return of sound and Bulma
straightened up again. Feeling out of place in her modern clubbing clothes, she
hastily backed to the side of the ball room and watched the couples spin past
her in a myriad of colour.

�Would you care to dance?� A dark
shadow fell over Bulma and she looked up to find Goku staring down at her;
dressed in some sort of neo-gothic costume. Bulma knew she should be frightened
of him, but as she gazed up into his eyes everything seemed to fall away again
and she suddenly wanted nothing more to be dancing in his arms.

Goku smiled and the next thing
Bulma knew they were dancing in his
arms in the middle of the room. They moved easily with each other, dancing to
that eerily sweet music which continued to ebb from the band in the corner.
Goku drew Bulma closer until she could rest her head on his shoulders and then
he loosely wrapped his arms around her waist and let out a sigh of contentment.

She stared down into the mirrored
floor, watching as the creatures reflected danced together in a horrible
swirling mass. Bulma suddenly froze in Goku�s arms as she looked up at the very
humans looking couples and then down into the mirror which reflected only
hideous dancing demon creatures.

She pulled away from Goku with a
gasp, tearing herself from his possessive hold. All around her couples
continued to dance, faster and faster they spun around until all Bulma could
see was a mass of colour and light, in the middle of which two black ebony eyes
watched her.

I see you.

Bulma took a stepkwarkwards and
screamed as she fell to the floor. Her head slammed into the mirror and spider
webbed cracks spread from around it. Blackness washed up over Bulma and the
vision of the coloured ballroom shattered around her. When the darkness
subsided she was back in the club, lying on her back on the dance floor. The
ball room and the demons were gone.

Bulma sat up, covering her mouth
with a hand as a scream tried to work its way out of her mouth. Around her the
floor gleamed wetly and Bulma let out a low moan as it vibrated and ripples
spread out across it. Something moved under the floor, something black and
shadowy. Bulma scrambled away from the creature and froze as the floor vibrated
and rippled again.

Something broke through the
surface of the floor, like breaking through the surface of water and Bulma
realised it was a hand. She tried to scream but her breath was frozen in her
throat as the hand moved across the floor and grabbed her ankle. It held on
with bony, decaying fingers and Bulma shrieked and tried to kick it off.
Another hand and another broke free of the floor to latch onto her, holding her
down to the floor, trying to drag her down into the floor�

�No!� Bulma jerked an arm free
and pried several of the hands of her, chunks of flesh tearing off the hands
when she tore ferociously at them. She got to her feet and ran for the door,
behind her the dance floor seemed to moan in pain as he high heels pushed oughough the wood as though being sucked down. Bulma unbuckled them and kept
running, the floor wet and sticky under her feet.

A hand dead hand grabbed her foot
just as she made it to the door and she threw all her weight into tearing free
of it, opening the door and plunging into the cool night air outside.

Behind her the door to the club
slammed shut by itself and shrill demonic laughter echoed dully from inside. A
hand came down on her shoulder and Bulma screamed as she whirled around,
prepared to face another of the dead creature from under the dance floor.
Instead she found herself staring into those endless black eyes again.

�I called you a cab.� Goku
lounged easily against the club wall and dealt her a small smile as though he
hadn�t just tried to trap her in a nightmarish world. �I don�t want you being
picked up by some strange man as you walk home.� His eyes were glowing darkly
and Bulma had to resist the urge to slap him as they travelled down her body
possessively.

The taxi drew up alongside her
and Bulma opened the door, not surprised when Goku grabbed her shoulder and
pulled her back against him, his hand resting on her waist. �I�m letting you go
for now Bulma, but don�t forget that at any second I can twist the world around
you and take you back with me.� He kissed her neck and drew in her scent with a
deep breath.

�Back where?� Bulma�s voice shook
as she pulled away and moved closer to the gaping cab, clinging on to the door
as though she expected it to slam shut and the cab to drive away and leave her
with Goku at any second.

�Back to hell.� Goku chuckled as
Bulma paled and ducked into the cab, slamming the door shut behind her. �Sweet
dreams.� He smiled and waved at her through the cab window, still smiling long
after the cab had disappeared form view.

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