Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Vampyre Chronicles ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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AN: I'm back…I thank all of you guys for being so patient with me!!! and onto the story.

Chapter Three

Bulma looked at her small radio clock on the side of her vanity as she raggedly brushed her blue hair. She couldn't even think straight. When she got home, the heiress had to fight the urge to vomit as she stumbled into her room, disgusted by what she had heard and seen. Well, that definitely explained things, why they both seemed so otherworldly, and…the strange injuries that people were experiencing.

And Goku…why was he so uncomfortable around the subject? Well, now she knew, and it gave her some sort of sick comfort to know. And his brother! Oh gods, she couldn't help the small bubble of desire that pooled in her lower belly when she thought of the man with the veiled eyes. No, no, no!! She was with someone now…but just the thought of that hard body… But enough daydreaming…time to get to the bottom of this.

Bulma hadn't talked to anyone about this. First of all, vampires didn't exsist, at least not in their book…and she didn't want to be sent to the loony bin. Bulma grabbed her handbag, and ran the brush through her aqua tresses one last time. It was around nine o'clock, perfect timing…she could catch them fairly off guard.

But first she had a phone call to make.

Bulma picked up her cordless phone, and pressed speed dial #3.

"Hello?" came a soft, masculine voice on the other line.

"Hey, Yamcha?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah, Bulma? Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, nothing's wrong. I'm not feeling so great today, so I'm sorry sweetie, but I can't meet you at Destiny tonight."

"That's all right, B. We'll go clubbing some other time, okay?"

"That's really great of you, Yam-chan. Thanks so much for understanding."

"No prob, B. Do you want me to come over, make you some soup or something? Or just keep you company?"

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. No offense…but you manage to burn even boiling water…" Bulma's voice held a hint of a smile.

"Yeah," Yamcha wasn't offended, it was common knowledge that his culinary skills were anything but good.

"Not to mention that the doctor said whatever virus I have is, well…highly contagious…wouldn't want you getting sick on me," Bulma said, starting to get slightly ill at their sappy conversation.

"Whatever, babe. See ya around then. Call me when you feel better."

"Will do, bye Yam-chan."

"Bye, Bulma." The heiress hung up, feeling slightly guilty at the fact that she had to lie to her boyfriend, but she had to get to the bottom of this horrible situation. Taking a deep breath, she pulled on her lamb leather jacket and headed out the door.

* * *

"Kakarot, make a move! Hurry!" Vegeta hissed venemously at his still-sleeping brother. "You've been sleeping for hours. Hurry up…"

"Oh, give it a rest, V." Goku grumbled as he sat up. "What time is it? Half past nine?" he exclaimed, looking at his wristwatch. "You are insatiable. Go back to sleep. We still have time."

"No," Vegeta answered shortly. "I have a bad feeling about tonight…" he began softly.

"Oh all right," Goku grumbled and he swung his powerful legs out of the coffin, and settled them in his comfortable black leather shoes.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, "and here she is," Vegeta finished. "Damn!"

"Huh? Wha-?" Goku looked around. "Why the hell do we have callers at this hour-oh…" his voice trailed off. He looked around, and all of the sudden, you could hear Bulma's melodious voice trailing through their large foyer.

"Hello? Where the hell are you guys? I know you're home…Hello??" she called.

"Hi Bulma," Goku greeted with a slight smile as his head popped around the door frame.

"Don't 'hi' me, Mr. Goku. I'm here for answers, and I'm expecting you guys to deliver."

"We don't have time for your foolishness, we have to hunt," Vegeta growled, coming up behind Goku, and trying to scoot behind her so he could leave.

"Oh…you're not going anywhere, buster," Bulma said, poking him in the shoulder. "Your massacring can wait."

"It's not massacring," Goku protested, but all the same, gave Vegeta a commanding glare that he usually did not posses, and guided the blue haired heiress towards their living room.

Vegeta grumbled and muttered obscenities loud enough for the whole world to hear. He then proceeded to their minibar and began to make three very hard drinks, all consisting of various vodka's, tequila's, whiskey's, and other assorted alcoholic beverages, none of them diluted. If Kakarot was going to tell her what he suspected he was going to tell her, they would all need to be nicely buzzed before the confessional and the accepting could take place. He placed the small three shot glasses in front of them. Goku picked up the glass, took a small sniff, and downed it. Bulma looked at her drink, and sniffed it, her delicate nose wrinkling in response.

"What the hell did you put in it?" she asked distastefully.

"Stuff," Vegeta shrugged. "Bacardi, Jim 951, scotch…strong stuff."

"Ugh," Bulma answered. "Don't you have anything a little more…tasteful…like Budweiser or Heineken or something?"

"What do I look like? A liquor joint?" Vegeta shot back. "If you were more appealing I might consider it, but…I only put up with ugly women because Kakarot seems to be able to attract so many."

"Hey!" Goku said indigantly, as he got up to get Bulma another drink. "I heard that."

"I'll have you know," Bulma retorted heatedly, "That I am probably the most gorgeous, intelligent, vivacious, and energetic girl you will ever lay your eyes on."

"Does that include Artemis?" Vegeta asked innocently, but a slight smirk lingered on the corners of his mouth.

"Ugh you are horrible!" Bulma exclaimed as Goku came back and handed her a Smirnoff.

"Sorry, it's the safest we have…for you anyways."

"Whatever," Bulma muttered, and took an experimental sip of her stronger-than-usual drink. It was bad, she realized surprisingly. "Now…onto the whole sob story. Care to explain exactly what I saw in the park a few days ago?"

"Would you like the long version, or the Cliff Notes?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.

"Don't be so condescending, Vegeta," Goku said, looking fairly pertubed. "What he means to say is that-"

"I know what he means," Bulma waved, locking eyes with Vegeta. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to hear the whole story."

"The whole story it is," Goku muttered back. "The whole story it is."

* * *

"It had been a long hard day, and I was looking forward to the rest. We had worked hard in the fields, trained hard with the village sensei, and now I was practicing my nightly ritual of a smooth kata, and then a warm-down meditation…" Goku's soft voice echoed throught the warm chamber…

>>>>Flashback<<<<

It was a perfectly clear night, and the weather was just right. Slightly warm, but with a breezy chill enough to keep you wary and on your toes. Perfect for doing kata's in so you wouldn't overheat, and would stay relatively cool. The clear, half-moon glistened an eerie yellow in the velvet sky, and before meditating, Goku laid back on the soft grass and just stared at the beautiful stars.

There had been rumors, carried from another village, of course, of a disturbing evil that was invading their lands. Killing their people, finding them deprived of the very liquid of life; their blood. Naturally, the village of Saiyan was not scared. They could not suucumb to such a thing, and even the most humble of the children were not unnerved. Being a rather confident young man, Kakarot stumbled upon his nightly routine. This night was different though. Before he entered the house to retire for the evening, his mother called for him to get more firewood. Being the obedient, younger brother, he went to the edge of the wood, to find some assorted twigs, and, against his better judgement, decided to go to the small clearing in the wood to admired his ancestor's tomb. The village people had oft spoke of how mysteriously beautiful the old grave looked, especially in moonlight. Goku was far to busy to do such a trivial thing, but this time he decided to look.

He walked through the trees, his sharp eyes hearing every twig that was being snapped…and he could almost hear his own heartbeat. It was deathly quiet…cemetery quiet…the calm before a storm. He approached the tomb, and got down on his knees, to pay proper respect, hands in front of him, palms down, and did a low kowtow to his past relatives. He got up, examined the burial place in the odd glow of the moon, and bent to retrieve his firewood. There was a brief swish, almost too faint for even his superior senses to hear, and then the creature was upon him.

Goku put up a brief struggle, but found his strength zapped away when the predator found it's prize: Kakarot's pulsing jugular. He was going to drain the boy dry and leave for the evening, having gotten his fill; what this man did not expect was retaliation, in the most worst manner. Never being one to stay still, Goku's own naturally-enlarged canines found the man's exposed artery on the inside of his wrist, and ripped it open. The primal urge to lap the thick blood that was flowing freely was too strong for him to ignore, so Goku sucked, and as he did, a strange light engulfed the odd pair. Kakarot felt a strange rejuvenation surge through through his veins, and the most oddest feeling in his heart; as though that vital organ had ceased to beat.

He looked at the stranger, and the stranger nodded. Understanding what had happened, Goku realized that he was no longer the person he thought he was.

"Who am I…?" he whispered wonderingly. The man remained in the shadows, so that Kakarot could never see his face, but answered him all the same.

"You are no longer a mortal…" his voice almost held a bit of reverence.

"Am I a God?" Goku asked, feeling excited at this new power running through his veins.

"Not quite. But you shall never die. And your power does equal that of the gods."

"Who am I? Nay, what am I?"

"You are whoever or whatever you want to be… Discovery of true self comes with the sacrifice of being." Now the voice sounded almost sad, and weary, as though it was tired of it's time. "old proverb." He muttered under his breath.

"True self? Sacrifice of being? What in Hades are you talking about?"

"You shall see when your heart truly opens." The voice whispered. "I have broken a vow. Never shall it happen again. But be wary of these three things. Never shall you see Apollo ride his chariot across the skies again, but only gain freedom when Cynthia* reigns… The sword is not your enemy, but the wood is. And finally, blood is wine."

"What the fuck are you talking about?! Hey! Hey!" Goku yelled out, but the stranger had already disappeared into the shadows. "Blood is wine, I've never heard of something so sickening. And what was that crack about the wood being my enemy…he is seriously fucked up." Goku muttered as he began going back towards his home. He hadn't realized how much time had conspired, or how late he had been out, and by the time he reached the outskirts of his land, Apollo had began to soar, every ray of daylight was as though someone was holding him against an open fire, and he tore for the safety of his house. Even inside he wasn't protected, for the windows were widely open. He scooted into the root cellar in hopes that no one would find him.

No one did, not for quite a while actually. He lived in an independent family. Basically, when you were old enough to fend for yourself, you were expected to. Ironically, it was his stone-cold older brother, Vegeta, that came looking for him. It seemed as though Vegeta needed a sparring partner, and since Kakarot was the only person around for miles that could put up a decent fight, he was elected main punching bag.

"Kakarot?!" Vegeta yelled through the house. "It's been a pain in the ass to spar alone, where the hell are you? I need some goddamn competition. Woman, have you seen your second-born?!" he asked his mother roughly.

"You know our house rules, Vegeta," Mikala reminded her son in a soft, but strict voice. "Your younger sibling is more than capable of taking care of himself. I have no idea of his whereabouts. And never again shall you use that tone of voice with me again, understood?" she finished. Vegeta nodded mutely, he may have a severe level of intolerance for lesser beings, but the woman who beared him deserved a certain level of respect.

"Kakarot, you bakayarou! Are you down here?!" he asked, yelling into the root cellar, it was actually nearing dusk at this time, around the time Goku would start stirring.

" 'Smatter?" Goku asked groggily, sitting up from his small, shadowed corner in the room."

"Gods," Vegeta sighed, exasperated. "Come on, you idiot, I haven't had a decent spar for weeks," Goku didn't answer, suddenly mesmerized by the faint pulsing in the room that was seemingly getting louder.

"Kakarot?" Vegeta asked, when his brother made no move to follow him up the stairs.

SNAP!!!!!!

Goku was on Vegeta faster than he could blink, and sunk his abnormally-enlarged canines into the pulsing, juicy jugular of Vegeta's. Vegeta growled deep in his throat at the sense of violation, and unconsciously powered up a small ki ball in his hand. His original intention had been to slam his fist into Goku's head, but with the ki ball, it obviously did more than just knock the boy away.

Under normal circumstances, Kakarot would've been knocked away, but a small trickle of blood appeared at his temple, while Goku's thirst kept him draining away at his own kin. By some sort of strange instinct, Vegeta knew the only way to survive was to lap up the sweet blood that was leaking…

~>~>~>~>~>

Goku and Vegeta both examined each other, after they both blossomed.

"What the hell happened?" Vegeta groaned in a throaty, hoarse tone, examining his pale hands.

"I don't know…" Goku murmured. "I can't believe I just did that, it's just disgusting…but I couldn't help it…"

"Do what?" Vegeta snapped at the younger boy. Then his eyes widened. "Ewww….!" He squealed, sounding quite juvenile for the moment. "You drank my blood."

"And you drank mine, brother. Don't contradict yourself, it is unbecoming of a warrior," Kakarot taunted, assuming Vegeta's usual haughty tone.

"That is sickening enough for the masses." Vegeta growled low in his throat. "What are we to do now?"

"I don't know," Goku answered. "I've been in this root cellar for the past few days. I couldn't stand to be in sunlight, and at night…I dunno…I just felt thirsty…but it was more like a bloodthirst…unquenchable…until I-"

"-drank from me," Vegeta finished. "Do not chop of your sentences so abruptly."

"What are we going to do now?" Goku asked his older brother, repeating the same question that had been echoing through Vegeta's mind ever since they woke up.

"I don't know, Kakarot. I honestly do not know…" Vegeta murmured.

But little did they know, Fate had something planned for them, something that would lead them down their dark path…

~>~>~>~>

"We carry out Lord Aiceboks' word!!!! No one shall be spared!!!" came the terrifying roar of a huge, primal creature with enlarged canines, a feral snout, and glaring red eyes.

The huge raid of people ran through the whole village of Saiyan. Ransacking houses, burning the thatched roofs, raping the women, basically desecrating everything that intruded in their path. The echoes of the pained and dying screamed throughout the unforgiving night. Well, strength was in numbers on this night. For even though the people of Saiyan were much stronger than the majority of the army, the raid had caught them by surprise, when the moon had been very close to setting, but the sun not quite taken it's position. The army overcame them in sheer numbers, at least 50 to every one villager.

Kakarot and Vegeta were spared. The sun had been close to rising, and this was the time that they usually went into their grave slumber. The slumber of the undead. And, no one could wake them. When the two awoke…it had been evening and they rose from the root cellar to nothing. They saw ashes, faintly glowing embers, tattered frames of burnt buildings. The bits and pieces of desecrated bodies, a head of an infant, the bloody trails of those that had fought in the gore. Casting each other a grim look, they knew that tonight was a night of remembrance-and of guilt. If the two strongest warriors had been there, this might not have happened.

Immediately, the two set about to work. Walking deep into the forest, which had been relatively untouched, and set up a large headstone, one for all those who had died when their harmless village had been raided.

~*~*~*~

With one last look, Vegeta put his hand on his brother's shoulder in an unseemingly affectionate gesture. "Come on brother. No use dwelling on the past." He said softly as Goku surveyed the remains of their village. Without another word, Goku swung his pack over his shoulder, and set down the dirt road, not even the chirp of the cicadas accompanying him; for the too knew the graveness of the road that lay before them.

~>~>~>

It wouldn't be for a few years before Vegeta and Kakarot found out exactly why their village was destroyed. Through a covert inquiry, the two brothers found out that Lord Aiceboks Kold was jealous of the growing reputation the village of Saiyan was spreading. The Kold's were a race of dictatorship, what if they suddenly decided to rebel? He couldn't allow that to happen. This filled Vegeta and Goku with a sense of hatred and revenge. From that day on, in the light of the moonbeams, and Orion the Hunter watching their moves, the two made a solemn vow, on the validity of the stars.

"Only when the stars change shape, shall Kold be allowed to live." Vegeta vowed solemnly, looking at the dark sky.

"When Orion ceases to hunt," Goku agreed.

* * *

"And that's our sad story…" Goku finished, becoming faintly nostalgic. "Or at least how we became vampires. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Wow." Bulma breathed, getting a completely unexpected reaction. "That is soooo kawaii!!!" she squealed. The two just looked at her. "What?" she asked indignantly. "It is cool."

"You are not afraid?" Vegeta asked skeptically.

"Why would I be?" Bulma asked. "Never mind." She finished when Vegeta raised an eyebrow that clearly said 'duh'. "I need some excitement in my life…" she murmured, rolling her eyes.

"But Kakarot did leave out some choice parts." Vegeta said, letting the subject drop.

"Choice parts?" Bulma piped up. "Really?"

"Yeah, like what about ChiChi, and Akuma?" Vegeta asked slyly, and cast his brother a devilish look.

"You can tell her about that," Kakarot squirmed, visibly uncomfortably. "You always did like talking about gore more than I did. But time is running short. We should go."

Vegeta checked his watch, and was shocked to see that it was almost midnight. "You babbled on for over two hours, you dumbass!!!" he yelled.

"Calm down, V." Goku soothed. "Sorry, Bulma. Vegeta'll have to finish the 'story' some other night."

"Oh…wha-?" Bulma asked, yawning slightly. "Oh, some other time, okay. I wanna go home to get some sleep too. "

" 'Night Bulma." Goku smiled and waved energetically as she haphazardly weaved her way to the front door. Bulma turned around, and through lowered eyes, waved back.

Vegeta noticed how sexy she looked with her eyes heavy-lidded like that, and just for a moment, imagined how she'd look with those eyes filled with lust, and panting, sweaty, beneath him…

And then Goku poked him on the shoulder, causing the mental vision to go away. Cursing under his breath, Vegeta grabbed a pillow from the armchair in hopes that the small elevation would go unnoticed by Goku. It did.

"See ya around Goku!" Bulma yelled out slightly.

* * *

"So, where to go for the juiciest humans tonight, Kakarot?" Vegeta piped up once the door had closed behind the woman.

"Vegeta," Goku groaned. "I'd really wish you'd stop the 'drinking from humans' habit. It's not good, well, for image. Animals suffice just as well." Vegeta just raised that eyebrow. "Or you could at least like…I dunno, steal from a blood bank, or something." Goku shrugged his arms helplessly.

"As always, you prove how hopelessly naïve you are, Kakarot…" Vegeta's voice trailed off.

Bulma stood just outside the door, and smiled to herself. God, the situations she got into. But she only knew that it could get more interesting from here, and damn! She needed some excitement in her life.

A little more spring in her step, she walked down the steps, and headed for her house, practically skipping along the way.

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AN: oh god. I am going to apologize right here, right now, for those readers who are sooo fond of this story, and how long it took to write. GOMEN NASAI!!! Thank you so much for waiting so long, especially when ppl, Susan, specified how much they wanted this fic updated, thru private updates. It took me forever, but…I'm back!!!! I hope you liked it, and like I said, I and the queen of weird plot twisters, and I'm guessing Bulma's reaction was NOT what was expected. Most predictable, but not necessarily expected, like me. and all of u guys, wish me maja luck, and updates might just be a tad bit quicker next time, lol.