Akai Tsuki: The Red Moon Prologue

The Red Moon: Prologue
The moonlight reflecting from the window glass barely enlightened the lean, muscular figure against the darkness of the dark alley the two of them were in. Her blue eyes stared at him, wide eyed and her mouth gaping because of the shock evident in her facial features. His dark sharp eyes glared back at her coldly. Hip lips pressed into a tight line while he observed her reaction to his revelation, or rather, proof.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked. His expressionless features remained the same.

Bulma's hands shook and she dropped her camera into the marble floor. She didn't bother to pick it up because fear had paralyzed her entire frame, making it quiver. Was it his eyes? Or was it his cold gaze at her? Or could it be the guilt that she called him what he just prove were entirely wrong.

"Y-you're really not a child nor human." he heard her clearly whisper to herself with his sensitive hearing.

"That's right," he agreed, letting out his perfectly white teeth.

Bulma nearly fainted. That voice! She recognized that charismatic, commanding, cold voice she heard from her dreams- was indeed his. That person she thought was a mere five-year old child! And now, that kid was now standing before her in his true, adult form.

"Y-you're really the one I was talking with over the phone." she whispered once again.

"That's right." came in Vegeta's cold answer.

Bulma just stayed frozen out of shock and fear as Vegeta hovered towards her. Soon, her blue eyes met with his dark cold orbs.

"You lost in your own wager, woman." Vegeta said to her. "And now it is time for me to take my prize."

The prize was her death. Oh, Kami...

He closed his face slowly towards her right ear. She could feel his hot breath as he breathe against the skin of her neck, sending goose bumps all throughout her body.

"I'll make it quick, I promise you that. You will not feel much pain." he whispered in her ear before he pulled away from her. As he clawed his right hand in the air meant to strike her heart, he watched her close her eyes and pray silently, a teardrop falling from each of her eyelids.

"Yamcha, I love you." were the last words he heard from her before he thrust his clawed hand into her chest in a flash of lightning fast speed.