Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampyre Chronicles ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

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

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AN: hi all!!! I've been tired, so I decided to leave it the first chapter as is. Glad you guys liked it. And to be frank, Susan it was your review that broke the camel's back and made me get off my lazy ass to go and update. NOT THAT ANY OTHER REVIEWS ARE NOT APPRECIATED…*hint hint*…so, here's that next chappie, hope ya like!

FYI: ~*~*~*~*~ : 'flashback'.

Chapter Two:

"Kakarot?!" Vegeta growled up the stairs.

"Whatsa matter, Vegeta?" Goku grumbled climbing wearily down the stairs. "It can't be time already. The sun's still up."

"I know that," Vegeta grumbled. "We have something to discuss." He said, while adjusting the lapis lazuli pendant on a silver chain around his neck.

"Ooo," Goku kidded. "Vegeta needs to talk, must be something very important."

"Shut your goddamn fucking mouth, brother," Vegeta hissed back venemously. "I was wondering what you were going to do about the girl…"

"Girl?" Goku said, bewildered. "Oh, you mean Bulma…She's not a girl."

"Yes, she is," Vegeta answered. "But I'm not in a mood to argue about that. There's something very damn wrong between you two. Did I not tell you that when this happened, we'd swear to never grow any attachments. Or did you forget about ChiChi?!"

"I'll never forget about Chi," Goku replied glumly, hanging his head, and fixing his sapphire ring. ChiChi was his first love.

~>~>~>

Some time back in the 18th century, Goku had fell deeply in love with a lovely raven-haired girl. Oh gods, he remebered her like he did his last rising sun before he discovered blue gems…

~*~*~*~*~

"Hey, quit it!" came a shriek from the other side of the bar. A girl in a tight corset was currently being groped by some drunk patron. "Get the hell off of me!" the groping became more flagrant that it even caused the sullen Vegeta to look up.

"Let go of her," came a solemn voice behind the inebriated, overweight bastard.

"An' what're you gonna do t'me, huh? Ya lil' nance*?" the man sneered, poking Goku in the chest. Wrong move, buddy.

Goku silently grabbed that index finger and gripped it ever so slightly, but the tibia shattered like glass. The intoxicated man howled and gripped his finger. Soon enough, all the men in the bar was on top of Goku. All fighting him, and Goku batted them off with ease, the small amount of alcohol he consumed of no problem to his superior system. Vegeta, the older one, watched on the sidelines, calmly, sipping his own ale. Finally, when the last of the smashed fools were slumped, unconscious on the floor, Goku walked over to the girl.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a kind tone, and helped her up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered in a slightly haughty tone, but her expression changed when she saw genuine concern in his eyes. From that day on they were unseparable, despite Vegeta's arguments, until…

Where was ChiChi?! Goku thought frantically.

A loud taunting voice echoed through the cemetery. "Looking for your little whore?" it chimed. "I think I see her…" it sneered. "Pretty little angel isn't she, or should I say, wasn't she?"

Angel…angel…that had to have some sort of significance! Kakarot raced towards to sullen angel in the middle of the dreary cemetery. "ChiChi!" he cried, seeing her bloody figure lying right in front of it.

"Goku?" ChiChi coughed weakly when he ran to her side. "Oh god…Goku, it hurts…" she coughed. "It…h-hurts!" She said, and on the last word, she literally vomited what appeared to be dark blood.

"Oh Chi, oh Chi," Goku sobbed, crying into her bloody embrace. "I'm so sorry. I should've been here…"

"Shh…" even in the last moments of her life, the selfless ChiChi seemed to be trying to soothe him. She ran a bloody finger across her lips, leaving a trail of blood. "No tears…for me…you're stronger…than…that," she murmured, and broke off into an even harder coughing fit. Goku's tongue darted out, and he tasted the sweet, rich blood of his lover. He longed so much to make her right then and there.

"Ah…so tempting, isn't it?" that sneering voice was back. "Go on…you'll save her life…and she'll be with you…forever…" the last voice seemed to echo around Goku's heightened eardrums. But then he remembered his vow.

"No," he answered determinedly, trying to convince himself more than that voice. Goku had made himself a solemn vow, one of the most sacred a being could make. He would never, ever turn any soul into the horrible creature he was. His own life was horrible enough, he would never allow any one else to be subjected to that same fate.

"I'll love you forever, Goku," came ChiChi's solemn whisper, and dreamy smile coming across her bloodied features. She seemed to be looking past the one she loved and to a distant star that only she could see.

"Oh gods…" Goku sobbed. "I love you too, Chi." Using the last of her strength, ChiChi shoved a small silver ring into his hand.

"Wear it, for me," she murmured. "…my love…" and with that, her whole body convulsed, and she fell limp onto the cold ground.

"I will, Chi." Goku swore. "I will." From that moment on, he swore to never let that kind of thing happen again. The pain was too much to bear, too strong a hold. No, better to remain cold and unloved yourself, then to have someone as evil as the one that killed ChiChi, to rip her from your very arms.

~*~*~*~*~

"Don't you see why that bond you have formed with the girl can never happen?" Vegeta growled softly, his usual gruff voice fading to a comforting purr.

"I can't help it, Vegeta. I mean…if only you would talk to her," Goku smiled. "But don't worry. When Chi died, I swore I would never love another like I loved her. I don't love Bulma. I suppose you could call it brotherly affection-"

"Damnit, you fool!" Vegeta yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. He ran a a hand through his white-blonde hair. Then in a much calmer tone he finished, "Even that is not supposed to happen. You've grown soft Kakarot. You need a…" his voice trailed off.

"A good what, Vegeta?" Goku commented dryly. "Or have you forgotten, undead are not allowed to lay with the mortal?"

"Never mind," Vegeta muttered, turning back to look at the fading sky. Even with his lapis lazuli gem on, he still did not want to risk looking directly at the sun. The lapis lazuli allowed him to go out in the sun without disappearing into dust, but direct contact, such as going out a high noon, or looking at the sun during a solar eclipse, or just looking at the sun in general; was to be avoided.

"C'mon, Vegeta," Goku chided. "Finish what you were saying…"

"I tire of this," Vegeta said after a long moment. "I never understood why barbaric humans liked to talk so much. Especially that girl. It is time to hunt."

Goku sighed and shook his head. Sometimes Vegeta could be too stubborn for his own good.

* * *

Bulma smiled as she did her nightly ritual before going to bed. Goku and her had gotten to be fast friends. He could only leave his house for a couple of hours at a time, but his presence was always greatly appreciated. Goku always tried his best to cheer her up, or make her smile. They would talk for hours, about the past, about their lives, about anything in general, really. It varied from astrology to relationships, and stretched as far as Greek Mythology to Mayan culture. He seemed to be just as intelligent as she was, and even more worldly. When Bulma asked about his mysterious brother though, he immediately shut up, and a look of reverence came over his eyes.

Bulma dismissed it as nothing but a younger brother highly respecting his older sibling and did not question it. Bulma loved nothing more than the surreal, but Goku never seemed to like talking to her about that kind of stuff. Vampires in particular. She tried to venture the topic…due to those weird cuts that the people in the forest got, but he quickly changed the subject. Bulma finally ventured to ask him what he did all those late nights…

~>~>~>~>

"So, Goku…how'd you like to go dancing with me, some evening?" she asked innocently one day while they were sitting on her personal balcony. Or rather, the heiress was sitting on her balcony, Goku was standing just inside the French doors, in the shadows.

"Oh…um…no, sorry. No can do." He replied, shrugging apologetically.

"Really? Why not?" Bulma asked.

Long pause…"I…do…stuff," he hesitated. "I'm always busy." Goku was never a good liar like his older brother. He always admired the way some fib or another just tumbled off Vegeta's tongue like it was the actual truth.

"Oh, really?" Bulma walked over and sat down on the arm of the armchair Goku was resting in. "Where? Maybe I'll come by and visit you sometime."

"No!" Goku shouted, "I mean, no. Sorry, it's a personal thing."

"You have a girlfriend?"

Goku almost groaned aloud. "No, not that kind of personal thing…it's different."

"Tell me," Bulma wheedled.

"I work," he said quickly. He never had to work his whole entire life (entire long life), but he often heard humans complaining about it, and figured it was something they do.

"Really? What do you do?"

"I'm…" a blood sucker, he thought, and allowed a small smirk to cross his features.

"I'm…" Bulma prompted.

"A…uh…I do stuff with blood. I um…collect blood." He finally managed to stutter out, well, it was relatively close to the truth.

"Oh, so you're like one of those people who collect blood at the hospital." Bulma reasoned.

"Something like that," Goku shrugged.

"Where do you go at night?" Bulma asked innocently.

The question was so abruptly sprung that Goku blurted out the truth before he could catch himself. "The park," he answered nonchalantly, when Bulma's calculating blue stare looked at him impishly, he realized he'd been conned. "Shouldna told you that," he mumbled ashamedly.

"Now, now," Bulma soothed, proud at the way she still managed to squeeze the answer out of him. "There's no reason to be ashamed of it. A lot of people are unemployed. If you want, I could probably give you a job here at Capsule Corp." she mused aloud.

"No, no." Goku shook his head. "My brother and I have more than enough money. Inheritance…y'know," he finished shakily. "I think I should go," he said, after a long while.

"All right…" Bulma said, surprised that he was so nervous around this subject. "I'll walk you out."

~>~>~>

Bulma looked at her reflection for awhile, debating what she should do and shouldn't. "There's been a slight change of plans for the evening," she grinned devilishly when the evil angel won the argument. She quickly called down on the intercom. "Mom, I'm going out tonight, okay?"

"Okay, dearie, be careful!" came her mother's cheerful reply.

Bulma walked over to her closest, and picked out some warm, comfortable clothing. A pair of stretch jeans, and a sweater jacket. She quickly put them on, and walked out her door. She threw down Capsule #8, and squealed with delight when one of her favorite vehicles popped out, a silver Ferrari. She hopped into the car, and practically purred when the powerful engine hummed to life. She sped away from the curb like Cerebus from the Underworld was on her tail. Destination: The park.

* * *

"Damnit it, Kakarot," Vegeta growled, his low voice barely perceptible in the night. "Are you done, yet?"

"Almost," came an equally low, slightly muffled voice. Vegeta sighed, and leaned back against the tree again. It had been a most satisfactory night, he was full, and the blood had tasted strangely exquisite, like blood wine, which he had only drank once.

"Guess who?!" and before Vegeta could do anything, two feminine hands clamped over his eyes. Vegeta forcefully ripped them over his eyes, and turned around quickly to see who was standing in behind him. It was the girl…

~>~>~>

Bulma gasped when the guy she assumed to be Kakarot turned around. Same spiky blond hair, same muscular build, and she assumed the height difference was because of the fact that they were on some sort of hill. She looked into his teal eyes and probed deeply.

Vegeta on the other hand, looked into Bulma's blue eyes, and felt a sensation similar to drowning. There was so much emotion in them. Shock, disbelief, tension, and what was that flickering beneath them all? Want…?

"Bulma!" Kakarot called.

"Hn…?" Bulma murmured, still not breaking the stare. Vegeta's mind awoke at the sound of his brother's voice, and forcibly pulled his eyes away.

"Bulma!" Goku yelled again.

"What?" she called back, a little peeved that Vegeta had broken what seemed to be such an enticing glare.

"What're you doing here?" Goku asked, now standing next to her.

"I was going to surprise you," Bulma replied, quickly regaining her cool. "But I caught shorty here instead."

"I'm not short," Vegeta replied curtly.

"I wasn't talking about your height," Bulma shot back, unruffled. Vegeta stood there for about 30 seconds before her kinky little joke caught on.

"That's not short either," he growled back, but his smirk gave him away. It had been a long time since he met someone with that much courage, or spunk.

"Ohmigod," Bulma said, when she noticed what was at Vegeta's feet. It was a woman, early twenties, she assumed. In jogging attire, there was a semi-healed slash in her throat. "You two-" she found herself unable to talk. "You're-" she tried again.

"Bulma…" Goku warned, reaching a comforting hand to rest on her forearm, Bulma snatched her limb away.

"Oh gods," she said. "Stay away from me, I don't-I don't wanna-" she broke down and began sobbing noisily.

"Woman," Vegeta hissed. "Quiet down before you attract attention." That only seemed to encourage the blue haired girl even more. Deciding to try another tactic, "They might think you're an accomplice if they catch you here." Kakarot shot his brother a warning glare, they weren't allowed to get caught! Vegeta shook his head, no. Well, that stopped Bulma's noisy crying.

"Yeah right, buster," she said, indignantly, poking Vegeta in his broad chest. "Ow…" she murmured, when she met rock-hard pectorals (mm-mm-mmm, lol ^__^) and bruised her finger. "Do you know who I am?! Like they can do anything to me!" she said, her voice rising to hysterical pitches. Vegeta looked at Goku once, and nodded. Goku gripped her arm fiercely, and in a swirling storm, they were gone.

* * *

"I told you to let go of me!!" Bulma yelled, kicking fiercely and struggling against Goku's strong grip. "I don't give a fucking damn if I make a goddamn scene, just let the hell go of-" she stopped mid-fume when she caught sight of her luxurious surroundings.

She was in a superbly furninshed villa. There was thick, bloodred carpet and intricately carved redwood furniture. The walls were a calming off-white, with a gold bordering, giving off an elegant radiance. She took one wavering step back and landed on a plush, burgundy couch. She looked around, and saw that Vegeta had walked over to a minibar and was fixing himself a blood wine.

"Hmmm…?" her voice faded off. "Where the fuck am I?" she asked herself.

"Our home," Goku answered in a soft voice, unable to meet her eyes.

She looked at him for a long, hard moment, then finally she asked what all three knew she would. "Who are you?"

"Vampires…" Goku said softly.

"One of the undead," Vegeta added. "Have been since before time was time, and will be until the end of time."

"That's impossible…" Bulma murmured.

"Oh, it's possible," Goku said dryly.

"But vampires aren't real!" Bulma said, now starting to panic. "I mean you-you're-" she gulped. "You guys must take me for some sort of fool! Well, I'll have you know that I'm probably the most intelligent, beautiful woman that you will ever lay your eyes upon! I think I'm going to go now," she finished angrily, azure eyes flashing. She ran an aggravated hand through her aqua strands. Bulma stood up and headed straight out the front door, heading for her own domed mansion, without even looking back.

"Bulma-" Goku tried, and got up to go make a move after her, but Vegeta held his arm.

"Don't," Kakarot's brother shook his spiked head. "She doesn't believe us."

"But what if she goes out and tells?"

"No one will believe her. They never do," Vegeta answered softly. "She will come to her senses."

"Yeah, right." Goku snorted. "She knows. Damn, I hate friggin' denial."

"Don't we all," Vegeta chuckled, but with little humor. "Don't we all," he murmured softly, and finished his drink. "The sun shall be rising, little brother. I suggest we get some rest." With that, he headed down into the basement, and with one last glance at the door, Goku followed, ensuite.

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Footnotes:

*nance: a slang term for a guy who has more femine characteristics than masculine, often associated with homosexual men.

AN: how'd you like that?! Bulma finds out Vegeta and Goku for what they really are. Next chapter, we hear the whole story of Goku and Vegeta's lengthy history. Not to mention Vegeta's own heart wracking loss (you already know Goku's). And how would you like to find out who that 'sneering voice' that killed ChiChi is? REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! Ciao, c ya'll laterz!!!

PS: this one is for you (cyd), and anyone else out there…I need a really good EVIL name…hm…if you think of one, just drop it in your review.