Dark Majik
Dark Majik
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the characters from it.
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line for this fanfic is the property of the authoress. Please ask permission if
you intend to borrow idea’s developed in this fic or if you wish to post this
fic on the internet.
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12.0pt\'>A/N - This is a complete and utter re-write of my old fic ‘Dark Majik’,
and while it remains a Goku/Bulma fic, it has been changed dramatically. I’ve
kept the basic plot line intact, but I’ve added some new scenes and gone more
in depth in the relationship between Goku, Bulma & Vegeta. Trust me, if you
liked the old Dark Majik, then you’re going to love the 2003 von! on! On a side
not, please remember that I am Australian and spell and phrase things
differently to those of you in the US.
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Dream ~*~
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The hot sun beat
down on Bulma as she ran; sweat glistening on her heaving chest as her breath
sobbed in her throat. She sprinted across the yard with her hair hanging around
her face in ratty tangles, dampened with sweat and grime. The air shimmered in
front of her and a towering brick wall seemed to almost spring from the earth
ahead to block her path. Bulma let out a moan of fear as she crashed up against
it, beating her fists weakly against the sun-warmed bricks in a futile
attempted to knock the wall down.
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help! He’s after me! Please!” Bulma sobbed in terror. Behind her she heard a
noise and stiffened in fear as slowly she ceased beating on the wall and
lowered her arms to her sides. The fine hairs on the back of her neck prickled
as a chilled wind swept over her skin and she heard the sound again. She forced
herself to turn around, ever so slowly and gasped at what lay before her.
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blue haired beauty backed up until her back hit the wall, clutching at it as
she panted, her mouth gaping open and shut as she tried to call for help. Her eyes
widened and darted wildly as she searched for a hiding place, for an escape
route, for anything - but there was nowhere left to hide.
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had finally run out of hiding places.
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“Help! Somebody!”
Bulma called weakly, tears trailing down the curve of her cheeks as darkness
slithered into the yard, it’s serpentine eyes locking onto Bulma’s quaking
figure. She could feel the heat and menace in its vile gaze as it came to a
stop and watched her, seeming to prolong the moment when it would come for her.
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snake was glistening wetly in the sun, its red scales giving the illusion that
it was coated thickly in fresh blood. It fixed evil black eyes upon Bulma and
watched her with a steady gaze as it finally began to inch forward. Bulma
sucked in a breath and tried to move, but found she could only stare mesmerized
at it - mesmerized by her death as it began to slither forward, the gravel
crunching ominously under the huge serpent’s belly.
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Bulma lent against the brick wall and felt her legs give way. She slid down the
wall, tears continuing to slowly trickle down her face as the snake reached her
and wound itself around her ankle, beginning to slither up her leg. She choked
on bile as it wound itself around her thigh and squeezed it in an almost
sexual way. Its tongue darted out near her crotch - as though tasting her sex -
and Bulma let out a small moan of undiluted terror.
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the snake made its way up her stomach, over her heaving breasts, and raised
itself up until it was looking eye to eye with her.
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see you...
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Go away!” Bulma gasped fearfully as the snake’s eyes bored into hers.
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found you...
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snake wavered hypnotically in front of her, swaying from side to side, then it
reared back and hissed, showing wicked fangs. Bulma only had time to let out a
blood-curdling scream as the snake struck at her throat, sinking those needle-like
fangs into her neck and marking her as his forever...
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Bulma jerked awake and flung herself upright in bed. Her heart pounding in her
chest so loud that for a moment she thought it would burst through her rib cage.
For several long seconds Bulma sat in her sweat-drenched sheets, shaking with
fear and listening to her heart pound, then, with a weak cry, she flopped back
down and wiped the tears from her face.
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“It was just a
dream...Just a dream.” She told herself quietly, trying to forget the horrible feeling
of the snake’s scales sliding over her skin. She’d had this dream a million
times but never before had the snake touched her. Bulma gasped in fright as the
curtains flapped noisily around the window and she forced herself to stand up,
she wasn’t going to allow herself to be frightened just because of a nightmare.
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took a deep breath and padded quietly over to the window, breathing in a deep
breath of the sweet night air before closing it. For the briefest of seconds
Bulma had the strangest feeling that she had forgotten something important,
then the feeling faded and she was left only with a great feeling of loneliness
as she gazed out at the star-filled sky.
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was coming...
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none;text-autospace:none\'>“Shit!
Look out!” Yamcha yelled, attempting to stifle an almost girlish squeal as he
ducked lower in his seat, digging his nails into the arm rests as Vegeta drove
them towards Bulma’s house.
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Isn’t it?” Vegeta voice was filled with exhilaration and before Yamcha could
protest he changed gears and accelerated to an even greater speed.
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Yamcha exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets with fear. “Slow
Down!” He yelled above the noise of the growling car engine and whistling wind.
Vegeta merely changed gears again and accelerated even more, an evil smirk creeping
over his face.
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you like the car?” He changed lanes without looking and glanced at Yamcha, who
was staring straight ahead, his lips moving as he silently prayed. “Hey!” He
waved a hand in front of Yamcha’s face, the car veering out of its lane and
into the path of oncoming traffic as he did so. “I asked if you liked the car.
I got it yesterday.”
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dear Jesus! It’s very fast...and noisy...and fast! Oh, God! Vegeta! Please
watch the road!” Yamcha pointed at the oncoming traffic as a truck driving
straight towards them blared its horn angrily. Vegeta laughed and gave the
trucker the finger as he changed back to his proper lane.
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about that, complete accident.” Vegeta murmured slyly as he watched
Yamcha’s reaction with unhidden glee.
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tried to calm his beating heart as Vegeta narrowly missed sideswiping a small
hatchback. “What kind of car did you say it was again?” He tried to sound calm,
as though he was used to driving like this.
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a Lotus. You need to listen better.” Vegeta turned onto Bulma’s driveway
without bothering to signal and with a squeal of the tires he slammed on the
brakes suddenly, spraying gravel all over her front lawn. “Come on, dude, our
ladies are waiting.” Vegeta vaulted out of the car and sauntered inside.
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shakily stood up and followed him on rubbery legs. “Maniac!”
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Marron, and Yamcha sat on the deck of Bulma’s pool, apparently deeply engrossed
in conversation.
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then he asked me out! I mean, the nerve!” Marron sipped a little more of
her drink and then giggled brainlessly as she tossed her long blond hair.
“Isn’t that silly? Don’t you think so? Yamcha? Yamcha? Isn’t that silly?” She
poked the muscled man beside her.
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Oh yeah, sure, the nerve, right.” Yamcha closed his eyes and swallowed another
pull of beer, trying to concentrate on looking cool - which wasn’t easy when he
was still white as a sheet after hitching a ride with Vegeta.
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us tonight?” Vegeta was floating in the pool on a giant inflatable crocodile,
dark sunglasses shielding his eyes as he watched the blue-haired beauty twirl
her hair around her finger nervously.
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was up; he could feel it.
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don’t know, I mean, I have to get some sleep. I’ve been up these past few
nights trying to figure out how to reroute the power through the alternate coup
links without causing any molecular damage of the inner core of the simulator.”
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Yamcha, and Vegeta gave her blank stares and Bulma sighed.
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trying to figure out how to make the computer work.” They still stared at her
blankly and Bulma sighed.
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but are you coming with us or not?” Yamcha sat up and watched Bulma intently.
“We need you to even the numbers for our outing.”
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don’t know...” Bulma tried to wriggle out of going with them.
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none;text-autospace:none\'>“Oh,
come on, Bulma! Why not?” Marron watched her friend over the top of her dark
glasses as she sipped juice, her eyes filled with the single-minded emptiness
that most bimbos seemed to be born with - only in Marrons case it was the result
of too much drinking and an addiction to red liquorice.
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none;text-autospace:none\'>“Look,
I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve been having these weird dreams...” Bulma
shivered as she remembered the snake and the way it had looked at her. She
could even remember its voice, and how lustful it had sounded...
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see you...
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none;text-autospace:none\'>“What
kind of dreams?” Vegeta jolted her out of her thoughts by splashing water on
her. “I asked you what kind of dreams you’d been having.” He sounded slightly annoyed
at her absent-mindedness and Bulma gave an irritated shrug.
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ones, okay?” She crossed her arms defensively.
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that why you screamed this morning? I thought you’d just woken up with a
stranger in bed again!” Marron giggled at her joke then returned to sipping
juice.
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not funny! I don’t know why I hang around with you guys!” Bulma crossed her
legs and sulked. If they knew how these dreams felt - how real they seemed,
they wouldn’t be laughing at her.
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Bulma! We’re your buddies! We have been since high school!” Vegeta pulled
himself out of the pull and scooped Bulma up in his arms. “Besides, I’m not
going to let anything hurt you.” Hs eyes were surprisingly intense for once.
“Nothing is going to hurt you while I’m around.”
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frowned up at him as the same feeling of having forgotten something returned to
her and something inside of her twisted sharply.
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see you...
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was something she had to do...the club...she had to go there...He was
waiting...
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eyes glazed over. “Okay,” she murmured. “I’ll come to the club...”
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mso-fareast-font-family:Batang\'>Last night a little dancer came dancin\' to my door
Last night a little angel came pumpin’ cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"
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“This is so
awesome!” Yamcha yelled over the music, Marron nodding and giggled soundlessly
as she began to gyrate wildly to the music. Bulma and Vegeta followed them more
cautiously into the depths of the club, both nodding their heads in time to ‘Rebel
Yell’ by Billy Idol, which was being pumped into the club by hidden speakers.
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where did you hear about this place?” Bulma leant close to Vegeta, avoiding the
groping hands of several drunken men who were staggering through the crowd and
heading towards the bar.
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found a flyer for it stuck under the windscreen wiper of my car - that and a
parking ticket.” Vegeta scowled angrily.
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laughed and followed him closely, never noticing the dark-haired stranger whose
eyes followed her so intensely as she made her way through the club.
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stranger swallowed as he forced himself to remain still. He couldn’t go to her,
not while she was with him.
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You want to dance?” Vegeta asked casually. Bulma shook her head.
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just stay here for the moment, you go and enjoy yourself.” Vegeta nodded and
took off into the depths of the crowd. Bulma watched in amusement as several
ladies detached themselves from their respective partners and headed over
towards him.
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just had that effect on women.
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0cm\'>\"MS Gothic\"\'>He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he\'s out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don\'t mess up his hair.
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know it isn’t safe to be by yourself in a place like this.” Bulma looked up as
a spiky, raven-haired man sat down next to her. He slipped her an easy-going
grin as his eyes travelled down her body in a way that was beyond sexual.
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possessive.
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Goku, by the way. I own this club.” He watched her intently as though expecting
her to know him.
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stared back and frowned as she felt that
something inside of her twist again. Goku was...gorgeous. She reached
out a hand as if in a daze and allowed Goku to press his mouth to her skin.
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who might you be?” His voice was deep, rich, and...familiar?
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name is Bulma” She blushed against her will. “Bulma Briefs.”
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settled back against the chair with a satisfied grin on his face. “That’s a
beautiful name, it suits you.” He dragged his eyes away from her and looked
around his club. “I can’t believe I finally own my own club.” He looked back at
Bulma and his look intensified. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for
so long.”
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A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
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Bulma blinked as he caught her eyes with his. She felt almost drunk from the
look he was giving her. “Owning a club is your dream?”
about him seemed so trustworthy. He seemed like the kind of person you could
tell your deepest secrets to.
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it has been as of late.” He seemed amused by her innocent question.
to clubs are the ones who I can benefit from in my other line of work.”
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your other line of work?” Bulma crossed her legs and began to twirl a strand of
hair around her finger, unconsciously flirting.
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“I deal in an in an
exchange business of sorts. I give people what they want in exchange for their...”
Goku trailed off, his last word muffled by the thumping music.
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I didn’t catch that?” Bulma leant closer to him and froze. Tattooed on his
right arm was a snake so red it was almost iridescent. It had black eyes so
endless that they seemed to pull her in - just like the snake in her dream. Bulma
jerked back as her heart began to pound harder and she realized she had been
leaning closer to the snake.
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should really be going. I’m here with friends and they...” Bulma started to
stand up, but Goku put a restraining hand on hers and eased her back down into
her seat.
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don’t care about you.” He interrupted her. “Vegeta’s busy sweet-talking a
blonde and Marron and Yamcha are in one of the bathrooms at the back. I can
assure you, they won’t miss you.” Goku told her matter-of-factly, his
dark eyes locked onto her face.
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For money to burn with you
I\'d give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because
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mouth dropped open. “How do you know that?” Time seemed to freeze as she stared
suspiciously at the tall, dark stranger called Goku. His eyes were haunting;
they were pulling her in, just like the snake\'s eyes...
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grinned again and life seemed to return to normal. “I make it my business to
know what goes on in my club. Say, Bulma, would you like to dance?” He changed
topics, stood up and reached a hand down to Bulma.
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so, but I can’t really dance.” Bulma allowed Goku to lead her to the dance
floor.
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can, you just need to relax.” Goku wrapped his muscular arms around her,
pulling her closer to his body. They began to move in time to the music,
swaying together hypnotically.
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found you...
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eyes grew heavier and the room seemed to spin, with a small sigh she sagged
into Goku’s arms and was oblivious as his grin melted away and he quietly left
the room with her in his arms.
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found you.”
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Oh yeah little baby
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.
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color:#FFCC99\'> – Selected lyrics taken from ‘Rebel Yell’ by Billy Idol