Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodthirsty ❯ Parasite ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

VCelestialGoddess

Bloodthirsty

Chapter 1- Parasite

“Let's get set up first,” said a tall, bulky man. With large duffel bag, he spilled the contents on the ground, making sure no one caught sight of him. Hiding behind a large bush was the man's assistant, Hilius, whose intelligence was impossible to fathom, as well as the bulky scientist, Rosaro. Being a foreigner on Vegeta-sei, Rosaro knew nothing about this country, with the exception of the Saiyans, whose reputation as being an incredibly strong race was well known. Well, not anymore—thanks to his astonishing master plan which he planed out very charily.

“Alight. First be extra careful when handling the venom. I wouldn't want my only assistant to develop in to a bloodthirsty vampire. It can do just that if it somehow seeps into your skin.”

“Yes sir,” replied Hilius.

With caution, Hilius opened the small vial of liquid and poured it into the syringe, careful not to touch any of it. After that, he began to repeat this process with the other twenty-five syringes in the bag. “How many doses are in this thing?”

“It can go for three people at least. But first, we must attack the `royal' leader of this planet.”

“Who would that be?” Hilius asked curiously.

Rosaro smirked. “Just wait and see. Although, I am surprised you don't know by now.” He tied his golden red hair back to concentrate better on his task.

“Sire! Sire! You have some guests waiting for you. They said they have brought some loot with them,” the guard bowed respectfully before his King.

“Loot you say? As in the precious technology I have been hunting for a countless number of months?” replied the King, astonished.

“Well, they said you would like what they brought.”

“Is that so? Bring them in. But search them thoroughly,” Vegeta said with a smirk placed on his lips.

After the task was complete, the guard led the way up to the throne room. There awaited an impatient King, intolerant to grab some precious leshroi in his hands. Two men had then entered the doors with a mischievous look planted on their faces. One had glossy, auburn hair tied back neatly, with attentive emerald gems. The other had a short, silver mane that matched perfectly with his grey eyes. He almost looked a bit old and weary.

“Nice to meet you again, Vegeta.” Rosaro spilled the words out with a clipped tone.

“I don't believe I've met you before” Vegeta frowned. “Therefore, I do not see the purpose of the familiarities.”

“Hm. Whatever you say. But let's move on with introducing our selves. My name-”

“I don't care. If you brought what I wanted, then I may let you continue your useless babbling, knowing that you have satisfied my wishes. Just tell be what you brought,” Vegeta half-growled. With that Vegeta stepped off of his throne, eager to see what the crates contained, though he took no notice of the other figure behind him.

“Well, take a look for yourself.” Rosaro opened the lid of the crate, a devilish smile hidden behind his expression. Vegeta peered into the giant container; a look of astonishment graced his features.

“You…brought all these?”

“Yes.”

Vegeta smirked. “Good. Let's make an arrangement for the cheque. I plan to purchase all of what you have here-”

A sudden stab into Vegeta's back had halted him. A rush of warm blood seeped through the wound, leaving a tiny trail down his royal robes. After the syringe was empty, he plucked the syringe out of Vegeta's skin, watching him fall helplessly to the ground with a thud; he felt no pity for this man after all.

“We should leave at once,” Rosaro told Hilius. With that, both men picked up their bags and left, making sure they left no trace of evidence; the King was left to suffer his situation on his own.

After what seemed like an eternity, the King awoke, feeling very different then his usual self. He felt so…so…thirsty. Thirsty for something warm and watery. A liquid that would quench his thirst. Vegeta placed his hand on his forehead. He felt so feverish, his hand almost melting against his head. Vegeta swayed against the heat of his own skin. No, he wouldn't lay unconscious just yet. He needed to satisfy his dying needs. To feel the hot liquid against his tongue…fulfilling his need for blood.

Vegeta threw open the shutters, searching for his first victim. He spotted the woman not too far from here; without thinking he flew over to the wench, planning his attack for her. Gods, she looked so delicious on the outside, he didn't even have to predict how she would taste. Icily, he grabbed her waist, senselessly groping her creamy, bare arms, grinding his hips roughly against hers. She emitted a high pitched scream from her lips when she felt the stiffness of his organ. No, no time for playing around. Desperately, he pierced his long, rigid fangs in the female's shoulder; hot juice rushed out of her full skin and seeped in Vegeta's hungry mouth, silky blood sliding freely down his throat. Yes. That was enjoyable.Vegeta quickly wiped the excess crimson liquid off his lips, still not satisfied. No. Not enough. The parasite needed much more.