A/N: For the sake of it, the Day of the Dead is going to take place on the same day as Halloween in this fanfiction.

In this story, the Day of the Dead is not the same as its real world counterpart so please do not take any offence at my poor attempts of trying not to be culturally insensitive.

Every year it was the same and he simply couldn't understand it.

"Trick or treat!"

About a dozen children were gathered at Hit's doorstep, their pumpkin themed bags outstretched as if they were expecting something.

Hit stared blankly at them.

"Come on, mister!" one kid demanded, shaking his half-full bag. "Don't you have any candy for us?"

Hit blinked. "Candy?" Again?

Every year it was the same for Hit, with children gathered at his house demanding an assortment of treats. It would always be on the same day, which led him to believe that it was a holiday of sorts. He knew that much. But he still didn't understand. What possessed these people to parade around the neighbourhood dressed as monsters?

"Come on," some middle aged father grumbled, tapping his foot impatiently. "We don't have all day!"

"Daddy, why isn't he giving us any candy?"

Their heads lowered, all the children shuffled away with their parents.

Sighing in exasperation, Hit shut his door. He was about to head to his living room to relax when another being knocked on his door. Keeping his face perfectly neutral, he answered it again. "Yes?"

"Rawr."

Caulifla, dressed in an elaborate dinosaur onesie, stood smirking. "This is the part where you give me the candy, Hit."

"Caulifla," Hit said by way of greeting. "What brings you here?"

The female almost staggered. "Uhh, didn't you hear what I said?" She shook her bag. "Candy?"

He simply stared at her. Then, "Wait, I've got something."

Chuckling, Caulifla leaned against the doorframe as she waited for Hit to return with whatever he planned on giving her.

The purple humanoid returned a minute later with something that was definitely not sweets in his arms.

Caulifla ogled as he dumped a succulent turkey in her bag. "Uhh... not exactly what I had in mind but thanks...?"

"You are welcome."

Just as he was about to close the door in her face, she stuck her foot inside, forcing the door ajar. "Hold on a sec. Hit, we go through this every single year. Last year, you gave me beans. The year before that it was a pair of heels and a hairdryer that your ex wife left behind."

"So? Why would I have any need for a hairdryer?"

"That's not the point!" Groaning, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "God, you need some help. Let me come in and help you."

He stepped forward, letting her slam into his well defined chest. Glaring frostily, he said, "Leave. I'm not letting you in."

"What?! Why not? Seriously, do you have something really embarrassing in there or something?"

"No. But I implore you to respect my privacy and leave."

Caulifla glared up at him, the effect lost as she was currently donned in a dinosaur onesie which most people would consider adorable. "If you won't let me in, then come out. Come trick-or-treating with me. Kale and Cabba won't mind."

"I don't want to impose. Now please leave."

Sighing, the female saiyan did as she was asked. "Fine. I'll try again next year."

"The result will be the same."

The saiyan female didn't deign to give him an answer and, as she walked away, he closed the door and retreated into his house.

The crowd went wild as a famous supemodel appeared on one of the parade floats, dancing suggestively in her figure hugging parti-striped outfit.

Performers flipped and somersaulted all over the place, waving ribbons and twirling flags.

All this was done in celebration of the Day of the Dead, which, coincidentally, took place on October 31st, the same day as Halloween.

It was where everybody could finally let their hair down and do nothing but party from dusk till dawn.

A young woman ran.

Her sneakers splashed in grey, murky puddles of water as she made her way through the crowds, the evening breeze whipping through her hair.

Finally, she managed to escape the people, turning into a dark, isolated alleyway. Sighing in relief, she leaned against the wall, sliding down against the surface until she sat on the ground.

She got up and was about to move on when a shadow caught her attention. It flickered against the dimly lit alleyway before disappearing. The woman rubbed her eyes.

What was that?

She would never get the chance to find out.

A shadow loomed behind her.

"That's ridiculous," Hit said flatly to his contractor.

Both were conversing over Skype, Hit having just left Caulifla when his client rang up.

"It's the truth!" the Arcorsian on the other end insisted. "Hit, you must believe me. When have I ever led you wrong?"

The purple humanoid's gaze flattened. "Frost."

"Okay, fine, maybe there was that aquarium incident with Vegeta but that's not the point!" Frost leaned forward until his ruby red eyes were all Hit could see in the video call. "Hit... there's a vampire on the loose. In Mexico."

"Vampires don't exist," Hit countered. "And even if they did, I'm an assassin not a vampire hunter. I'm afraid you're going to have to call Abraham Lincoln for that. Now are you done wasting my time?"

"Please help me!" Frost begged, falling backward into his chair and bowing his head. "I'll pay you double your normal fee!"

Hit grimaced. "You would pay so much just to lead me on a wild goose chase?"

"I have pictures. Here." The Arcorsian shoved the images into the camera. "This is one of the many victims that was killed tonight. The vampire's been going on a bit of a killing spree, you see... I've tried to talk to government officials about our little problem but they won't listen! The Day of the Dead parties are still continuing. No one is adhering to my advice!"

From his side, Hit observed the pictures that Frost provided. The resolution wasn't the best but the assassin could clearly see that the bodies were nothing but husks, drained of virtually all their blood.

"Well?" Frost prompted, his voice urgent.

"... I'll come over to your place in about two minutes."

A/N: In Yuletide Fools, I got a request from a reviewer about Hit not knowing what Halloween is... I'm not sure if this meets your expectations but... it's not exactly humorous as the story is basically Hit going on a vampire hunt. So, uh. Yeah.

Halloween is right around the corner, so there we go!

This is gonna be a mini-fic.

Inspired by X-Ventures comic of the same title.