Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Temptation ❯ Chapter Eight ( Chapter 8 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Queprur

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

To Reviewers:

First, I have to ask everyone a question. My twin sister hates that I have Italian in the story (all the pet names) she said I should have Saiyan. Does it really sound so bad? I was trying to be romantic. Let me know what you think.

GokuSpasm: I had thought about putting all the gang in, but I already had so many characters, and I was not sure where they would fit in. Any ideas are welcome.

HeiressToTheThrone: Wow. Full of questions. Don't worry, those questions are supposed to be there. I will not leave any loose ends. Promise. Bulma is not part Saiyan, the human must have psychic powers or already be part Saiyan to be able to convert. I think all your other questions are answered in this chapter, but if there is something that I do not cover, please, make sure I do.

Chapter Eight:

Coor could hardly breathe as the attack left his skin blistering from its heat. How could he fight his life mate? He cursed silently. Of course the gods would condemn him. That his life mate already be part vampire. Vampires could convert humans with powers or half Saiyans as well. He knew of no way to rid the affected body of the tainted blood. What is to become of us? He thought as he blocked the next attack the woman threw at him. She was powerful for a female. Then, she was older than the females he knew as well. Perhaps almost a century old, give or take a few decades.

Female Saiyans were given away once they were past eighteen years, mere fledglings. All the females that were of age would practically be paraded in front of as many males as possible, in hope that the chemistry would be right, and the life mates would find each other. Barbaric, maybe, but with the population dwindling, and so few females left, there were not many choices. Females were protected at all costs, and therefore not allowed to hunt or fight.

This green-eyed vixen could. Her fighting technique was almost faultless. Almost. Coor was unsure what to do. He could kill her, as was their laws, but he would be destroying himself in the process. It was against every law to allow any creation of the vampire to live, but he knew, deep within his soul that he could not destroy her. He would just have to find a way.

She had given up ki attacks, and had resorted to kicks and punches. She could not stop herself. The blood of the vampire still rang threw her veins, and the compulsions he had placed deep within her still remained, making her body a puppet for the vampire's demented whims. She had reached out to find Lily, in hopes that she may be able to help her. She had before. But it had been so many years since she saw her last, she did not know if she was even alive.

She had been out in the forest one day, leaving the twins behind, looking for food, when she heard an animal in distress. Once close to the animal, she felt the waves of evil from it and tried to run. But it was hopeless. The vampire was old and powerful. He trapped her and forced her to come with him, blocking all her mental channels to call for help. It was only now, after the vampire was dead, that she could call to her friends.

The vampire had thought that if he tried to convert her, and force her to be his life mate, he could have his emotions returned to him. But that was not so. Even Baveras herself had tried to explain that to him. It was no use. She had forgotten many of the things her mother had told her about her father's home world and his life. She knew that she was part Saiyan, a fact she revealed to no one, not even the others that were like her. She felt that if the twin's mother did not tell them about their father and his way of life, she was not going to go against the deceased woman's wishes. Her own mother had told Baveras of the Saiyans, and vampires, and the quests for life mates. When she met the twin's she realized they had no recollection of any of that. Baveras had to teach Lily how to slay a vampire! That is when she discovered Lily's gifts. She could save her, if she heard her call. It had been so many years…

She felt her body move, attack after attack. She was just a puppet. She wished Lily would come, or this handsome stranger would kill her. She had no desire to be in the vampire's clutches any longer. She wanted freedom. Sweet freedom.

-Meanwhile-

Radditz flew steadily, feeling much stronger now after he fed. The couple was now dozing against a tree, thinking that the hike had taken their energy and they were just sleeping it off. Humans were far too easy to control. He smirked. His little hellion would never be like that. His life would never be dull. Nehtar would ensure that. But he needed his answers.

He landed in the tree. Her transformation was complete. A light brown tail was wrapped around a bare thigh. Her nakedness did nothing to ease the heat that was beginning to spread in him. Her blonde hair was strewn about her, falling across the smooth skin of her bare shoulders and upper arms. He touched her gently, releasing his command of sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open, eyes looking all about her, seeing nothing, taking in nothing. As her dilated pupils constricted, her memory returned. What had happened in the last day returned. She had no idea where she was now, no idea where her friends were, no idea why she felt so different. Nehtar She glared up at the man that had made a mess of her life.

Radditz. That was his name. “What have you done to me? Where am I?” she almost spat the words at him. She was so confused. She tried to raise herself into a sitting position, but her balance was completely altered, and her backside hurt. She moved a hand to rub her bottom, when she felt something furry. She grabbed it and winced. It was a part of her! She had grown a tail. She had let this man take her, she had even told him that she was his. But what was happening to her? What was she turning into?

“It is normal to be afraid, piccola. You and I have a lot of explaining to do for each other. I will answer your questions if you answer mine.” Radditz bent down and gathered his life mate into his arms. He lowered them to the ground, and began walking, with her snuggled close to his chest.

As awkard as it was, Nehtar liked being so close to him. She felt safe when her world was spinning around her. She was confident that she was going to get the answers she desired. She had touched his mind, and could feel his honesty. She could feel that all her powers had grown, even her ki was higher.

Satisfied that she was compliant, Radditz continued, “You are my life mate, I transformed you last night, so you would become Saiyan. This is why you woke up with a tail, the basic characteristic of a Saiyan. Now, my turn. Why were you not completely horrified with my taking of your blood?”

She looked into his face. She was a little unsure whether she should divulge into her private life, and others for that matter.

Do not lie to me, dolcezza. I could pull the information out of your mind, but that would envade your privacy. I would prefer you tell me. I will know if you lie.

His voice in her head barely startled her, she was not so uncomfortable with him in her mind anymore. It almost felt as though her belonged there. “I have given my blood before, but I have never had anything like this,” she motioned at herself and him, “happen before. I have two friends, twins, which required blood to live. Not a lot, and not often. Only after they used their special gifts. I gave to them often, they are my family. They too, have tails. Now, tell me what the hell a Saiyan is.”

Radditz pondered over her answer. He had picked up additional information out of her mind without her knowing, while she answered. Answering him brought her knowledge of her friends closer to the surface of her mind. Her friends did not know about their own ancestry. The girls were obviously part Saiyan. “A Saiyan is a primate, little one- just like you were. We have our own needs and demands. We too, require blood along with food. We do not kill our prey, erase that fear from your mind. To kill one's pray is the beginning of turning. The person would loose their soul.” He set Nehtar down near a brook on a large flat rock. “What do you know of your friend's special gifts?”

Nehtar felt jealously rise up in her before she could stop herself. She did not like her man taking such an interest in other women. Her man! How could she have thought that? She barely knew this man.

I do not take interest in other women. His voice was strained in her mind, filled with anger. There will never be another for me or for you. We belong to each other. I take an interest in your friends because I believe they are part Saiyan.

Nehtar blushed. She had forgotten he could read her mind. “I do not know much about their gifts. They are so strong, and old. They are almost fifty, yet look my age. Lily hunts the vampire, Jey used to, but she strays away from killing. She stays with me when the others go out. I have seen Lily kill many times. She uses some type of light to do it. I am not sure how. Jey uses light as well to heal her sister. It is like a concentrate force of ki. They both change when they do so.” She shrugged, she didn't know much else.

Radditz nodded, pulling the memories from Nehtar's mind. It was true. They were descendants of a light bearer. They must be the last. The last light bearer had turned shortly after returning to their home world, and was killed. He must inform the prince.

Nehtar gazed at the man. He was lost in thought somewhere in his own mind. She touched his thoughts and found him discussing with another man in his mind, they were talking about light bearers and bringers. She sighed and asked another question, one that was nagging her since she had seen his strength and his tail. Vampires had tails too.

“What do you know of vampires, Radditz? Are you one?” she asked him softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Radditz looked down at his mate. He could feel her anxiety and worry. “No piccolina. I am not. Not ever because of you. All vampires were once Saiyan. When a Saiyan does not find his life mate, he will eventually turn. Vampires are lost souls. They kill those they feed on, and do not merely feed for food, but for pleasure. Killing is the last emotion that a vampire feels. They cannot walk in daylight, because taking a victim's life blood, the last drop of blood, curses them as night creatures. We Saiyans need blood yes, but only as a supplemental type of nutrition. We can walk in the sunlight. And I will never be a vampire thanks to you, my love.” He gathered her up in his arms, overwhelmed with feeling. He carried them into the water. His incinerated his clothes with a quick burst of ki, and lowered them into the rushing brook. The water was warm, but he felt a shiver run through him. His lips touched hers, and his ability to think was lost. Her mouth was warm and inviting. He could feel her nipples against his chest.

He felt desire race through him hard and fast. He feed her mind with his feelings. He wrapped her legs around his waist, testing her readiness with his fingers. He moved into her then, burying himself inside her velvet sheath. “So tight and hot…” he murmured against her ear. He moved with long, deep strokes. The water around them splasing. It was going to be a long night, and he smiled into her neck.

-Elsewhere-

Vegeta pondered the information that Radditz had fed him. So, Nappa's woman was a light bearer, and she had a twin. They must find the other. His world needed her. He sought out Turles in his mind. He almost winced at the darkness he found there. What was this man holding onto?

Loyalty. The answer echoed in his mind, Turles' voice sure and sharp.

Vegeta sent the information to Turles. You must find her. Our world needs her. She could help so many.

I will do as you ask, sire. Turles cut the link off. This would be his last mission for his king. He would have his brother and his king end his life tomorrow. He was beginning to turn. He could feel it. He had killed the man he fed on tonight. A homeless man that was wondering in the woods. Turles buried him. He wish he could have felt the remorse or guilt at his own actions, but he could not. He felt nothing.

-End of chapter-

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