The Vampire Project

The Vampire Project

Disclaimer:
DBZ isn't mine.

Yaoi, Implied Het

Rating: R for now.

POV: Bra

We had watched a remake of Dracula and headed here, charged
with adrenaline. Dancing close together, among the people in the dimly lit dance
floor, Jamie grinds into me to hide a quick grope: his mischievous smile making
me hotter.

     Jamie and I sat at the counter of
the dance club, chatting and drinking our Mango Twists without the alcohol.
Apparently Mark, the bartender, suspects we are under age; he's right. We are
only sixteen years of age. At lease he was cool and didn't get us kicked out.

    After a few more hours of dancing, we walk
together to his house. The well built human boy and I have been together for
about three months.  These trysts of ours brings out my wild side, and I
love every moment of it. I just have to make sure his smell isn't on me when I
get home or dad will kill him.

    Waking up in his arms, with a scream from
the nightmare I just had, I sit up rapidly, startling Jamie.

"Bra? Are you ok?"

"I just had nightmare, where I was turned into a vampire.
Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay. Do you want to talk about it?" Jamie asked, rubbing my
back.

"It was just a dream; no big deal." I reply with a nervous
laugh.

POV: Jamie

    As usual, everything was amazing. Too bad
she doesn't have a clue as to what I'm really after. I can tell she loves my
green eyes and dirty blonde, wavy locks, fit body, etc. But I need her to get
close to the real object of my affection.

    She seems shaken up about that dream,
despite her efforts to convince me otherwise. I just rub her back.

"Oh no It's 5a.m. already." She exclaims and heads off to the
shower.

"You sure shower fast." I said.

"Yeah I have to go."

"Can't you stay a bit longer?"

"No, I need to get home before my parents wake up. And my dad
will be up in an hour."

"Okay."

"Bye. I'll come see you again soon." And she climbs out the
window.

POV: Bulma

    I am relieved that at least my son is
still at home. As my eyes glance past Trunks' lavender hair that rested on the
pillow, a mop of dark hair catches my eye. My intuition tells me that this is
going to be a day full of surprises.

    Since I'm already awake, I'll make
breakfast after a warm bath. Heading back to my room, I disrobe and settle in
for a ten minute soak.

POV: Vegeta

    The smell of eggs and bacon assaulting my
nose rouses me from sleep. The woman is cooking again. She is up earlier than
usual. It won't be long before my son shows up at the smell of food. At least he
doesn't eat like Kakarott or his brats; I would not allow it.

    Heading downstairs in a surprisingly
comfortable robe, Bulma got me, I proceed downstairs to fuel my body before my
training begins.

"Good morning Vegeta."

"Hn."

"Your breakfast is on the table."

"Thank you." She raised an eyebrow at my statement of
gratitude.

"You're welcome." She said tiredly.

POV: Trunks

    Breakfast smells really good. My stomach
rumbles in agreement. I put on my other sock, and head into the kitchen, mom and
dad looking up at me with a curious look on their faces.

"Good morning. Smells great mom."

"Thanks. I need to talk to you for a moment."

"Sure."

"Bra snuck out last night. Do you know anything about it?"

"No. Is she okay?" I said, concern on my face.

"Yes. She came in her window while I was in the bath."

"Hn." Was all my dad said.

"By the way, who was in your room?" I blinked for a moment in
surprise.

"It was..."

"Kakarott's brat." Dad completed.

"Yeah... he had too much to drink, and he's had a hard time
dealing with being dumped by Paris. He was flying home, passing by my window and
almost crashed into the side of the house. He was not fit to be doing anything,
so I had him stay the night here."

"Hn." Was all my dad said before he got up and headed off to
the gravity chamber.