Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of its characters. Enough said.

Author's Note: You wanted a sequel here it is. Enjoy.

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To say that he was angry would be the understatement of the century. In the two hundred and fifty years he had lived not once had any of his girls left him. Sure some had decided that being a vampire was not the life for them and staked themselves. Others had met untimely ends with vampire hunters, while others tried to hide themselves from him. But he had always found them. None of his girls could escape him.

None but Pan Son.

It annoyed him to no end that some how the girl had found a way to change herself back into a human. And now she was with the annoying purple haired freak, whom also happened to be the richest man in the world. It wasn't fair. Pan should be his! No one else's.

He had known that she was special the first time he had met her. There was something about her that called out to him. He had seen her first one day sitting at a local café studying for an upcoming test in one of her college classes. He asked if he could sit beside her and started a polite conversation. Hoping to score a free meal off of her. But there was something deeper to her that intrigued him. So he decided that he would court her for a while and turn her into one of his girls.

They began dating and as time went by he began to grow more interested in her. If his black heart was capable of anything but hate, he might have actually said he was in love with her. But he knew that was impossible. So they kept dating, while he waited for the right time to make her into his kind.

The night that he changed her was one that he would never forget. The taste of her blood was so intoxicating that he would never forget it. After he transformed her, he left her and began to watch her. Waiting to see what she would do after she became a vampire. He was intrigued by the fact that she refused to tell her family she was alive. That she preferred to watch in the shadows.

He had seen some girls tell their parents instantly were shunned almost as quickly. It was almost as if she was afraid of this happening. So she kept her distance. But then something happened one day when he wasn't able to watch her. The Purple haired freak appeared in her life.

He remembered the stories she used to tell him about the Purple hair. How he was her first crush. Now from the looks for it, Purple hair felt the same way that she did. He watched as the two began to spend more and more time together. Soon they were insuperable. Then she found a way to become human again. Something that he had never thought possible.

He slammed his fist into the wall in front of him. Plaster and dry wall went everywhere. It wasn't fair that she got away from him. She was special and he was going to get her back. Even if he had to kill every member of her family to do so. No one took away one of his girls, no one.

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Five points from your house if you can't tell me whom this chapter is about. Sorry it's short. Next chapter will be longer. I promise.