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Demon Prince

Prologue

Bulma snuggled closer into her soft satin sheets of her bed. This is exactly what she needed after a hard days work - to fall asleep and feel totally refresheed. The moon was casting little shadows over the walls of her room that soothed the blue haired angel; she smiled as she thought about tomorrow. After work she is going out to the town to meet up with her one and only love Yamcha. He said he had a surprise for her, but Kami knows what it was. Bulma stared up at her creamy atrex ceiling and started making little patterns out of the rough bumps, she spelled her name and also did a rough portrait of Yamcha; life couldn't be any happier. She sighed and let the power of sleep consume her.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the city stood a dark broken down building with a little flicker of yellow light coming from the basement window. Inside were faint noises of hurried movements and hushed talking. The basement window creaked open and four little black creatures emerged from the window and on to the fresh green grass.

"I hate the smell of the upper world." a raspy voice hissed to its counter part.

"Shut up Arcon, we'll get caught if you rasp loudly like that. Now we have a job to do." a hissing voice snapped to the other three.

"I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be flamed by the Prince again for not fulfilling our duties. Lets get this over with so we can get back down below." the four creatures glided into the night to complete their mission.

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Bulma tossed and turned in her sleep as images of a dark stranger flitted across in her dreams. Sweat graced her creamy face and ran down her neck on to her chest as the stranger came closer and closer with one hand outstretched. Bulma tried to run but couldn't move her legs; she looked down and saw that they were chained to the floor. Her arms, which she couldn’t move either, were cuffed above her head to a metal pole above her. She suddenly saw his eyes, cold and ruthless and filled with souls of his victims.

Bulma suddenly screamed and shot up out of bed, she was breathing heavily as little droplets of sweat glistened down her face and down on her chest, following the same path as the others. Looking around she saw that she was in her room and her arms and feet could move freely.

It felt so real. She said in her head as she got up to go downstairs. It was still night maybe two in the morning and Bulma traipsed down her hallway and down the stairs heading for the kitchen for a glass of milk. I have to stop eating chocolate before I go to bed, its making me have nightmares!

Bulma opened her fridge and got the carton out and drank deeply, her ears suddenly picked up a noise behind her and she turned round quickly. There was nothing behind her, her eyes searched the kitchen frantically and then gave up and turned to put the now empty carton in the bin. She suddenly heard the noise again, a deep rasping noise as if someone was breathing heavily right behind her.

She was suddenly pushed up against the wall and felt cold clammy hands grasp her wrist and pull her arms tightly around her back, she went to scream but a hand clasped around her mouth making her scream muffle. She was suddenly hurled off her feet and dragged out into the garden. Another one picked her feet up so that she could stop struggling.

"She’s moving to much, knock her out." the rasping voice said. Bulma was suddenly thrown to the floor and pinned down, she could see a needle out of the corner of her eye heading down to her right arm. She screamed as the pain seared through her body, her arm went numb and her body soon followed suit.

The last thing she saw was a black face hovering over her.

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