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Hey all, I would like to tell you that this is a 3 part fic, the first one is A vampires tale, where trunks talks about his life before becoming a vampire. The second one is parallel to that but in Panchat's POV in Memoirs of a queen. And finally the last part is DB-AV (dragon ball after vampire) where you get to trail along in trunks story as a vampire XD

Oh, and I am co-writing this. My friend who is the brains behind trunks POV needs motivation to write XD so REVIEW!!!!!!!! To get more chapters!

So without further blabbing, Trunks POV

First chapter

Sweet Youth

My life for many of you could be a little hard to understand. It could even be called science fiction by some, impossible by others. Many would actually call it horror. One thing is for certain though; no mortal would be able to endure even a parcel of what I had to go threw all along my tortuous existence.

After taking so much time in thinking, I have finally decided to write my life story, so others could appreciate their own lives better. My reasons are simple, humans have a gift for thinking their lives are always so hard and all the bad luck and misfortune come to them. Saying that they are at the end of their rope when they have barely started to live is wholeheartedly questionable. Someone who has all of his potential and means should not fall under the sweet spell of abandonment, no mater how easy it sounds.

So it is with these people in mind that I write my life story, be careful of this fact. If I say my life story it is because I was alive at one point, I was not born a vampire.

It seemed I was destined to be a perfect little kid; I was born to a wealthy and well known family in Japan. My grand father was a scientist and an inventor who made technological advancements. He invented the capsule and then, founded his own company: Capsule corp. Every day it seemed the company grew richer and more powerful. My mother took from her father's genius and the head of the company, it only grew more. Some even said she was more brilliant then her father. Later on when I was old enough to understand, I was told that when she walked around the building she made many heads turn her way, she always seemed to keep her young looks, even when she passed her fifties. I would say the only mistake she made in her long and prosperous life was to tie herself to my father. If I may allow myself to call him with such a term, you see, he was never really present in my education and my life, all the opposite from my mother and her parents. He was more the type to disappear without notice and then come back only to disappear again in a room my mother called with great pride: the gravity room.

My first shocking encounter with the man happened when I was 6. Keep in mind that I chose "shocking" only after thinking it threw, and with reason! He literally crushed my nose. Oh but I learned that I had certain powers that where not considered normal by many and that my other class members did not have, but lets leave this aside for now.

It was a morning like all the others; I had swallowed my breakfast as fast as I could and then jumped on my mothers back to give her a kiss before running off in the hallway that lead to my room. She barely had time to react, I was energetic and vigorous and I knew how to take advantage of it.

Only that morning my explosive energy seemed to work against me. I ran into someone that was more virile and energetic than I could have even hoped to become at that point in time. I fell back a few meters from the man, a little dizzy from the impact. The dizziness quickly dissipated and I looked up to see the person I had run into. I had already seen this man before, if only briefly, sometimes it was at the diner table, other times it was in the halls, but he never paid attention to me, like I did not exist, that is until now. When our gazes locked I felt my stomach knot up and my heart seemed to miss a few beats. I think that if looks could kill, I would have been dead at that point. I jumped back on my feet and then locked back in his eyes, that was a mistake. His eyes had narrowed and his mouth scowled, he was angry and before I had time to react his huge fist crashed in my face, the force of the impact sent me flying in a wall. While pieces of plaster still fell on my head the man went on his way, completely ignoring me again, and leaving me to my surprise. Shocked, it took me a few moments to realise what had happened, it was only when the searing pain in the middle of my face pierced the adrenaline that I understood what went on. I began to cry and screaming with all my might, I was probably hoping that the pain would go away but I was suddenly afraid with the strength of my voice, I ran, the pain was too much for a 6 year old.

The days that followed where full of surprises, first off was my nose; it had been diagnosed with a fracture and the doctors said it would take at least 2 months for it to mend, had healed in less than 3 days. Then every time I thought of the cruel man I got so angry that electricity fused out of my hands, every time I got scared and ran in my mother's arms. She also changed, she did not act the same way around me anymore. I think it was because she knew something I did not and she did not want to tell me at that moment in time, instead of talking to me in her childish voice like she use to do, she would hug me close and tell me to be strong, courageous and to grow up strong to be the most powerful youth on earth. Of course, I wanted to please my mother, all children do, but how the hell was I suppose to have the slightest clue on how to do this? After all, I was only 6 years old.

And so I started by walking around with my chest puffed out, my shoulders squared and my hands balled up, I walked around with a proud if not arrogant smile amongst my class mates who snickered at the sight of me, it worked for a day… maybe two. My class mates seemed to have dubbed me leader and respected me, it pleased me. But it did not take long before the older members of the school herd of me and my roster like behaviour. It did not take them long to spot me amongst my class mates, standing out like a peacock amongst chickens. There goal was to knock me back down with the other kids, as it goes: if a nail stands out, then knock it down. As it where, I am only guessing. But even if they where 15 kids to put me in my place, I beat them up with a surprising ease and grace. I was scared at first, and then happy. It was only when I heard the scared cry of one of my class mates that I turned from the older kids. I saw the teachers coming with an angry scowl on their faces; I knew immediately that I would be in big trouble.

The years that followed I was placed in a school for more troubled kids, I am not saying that I was a troubled kid, it was just that as soon as I had turned 13 I had the gift of getting the attention of the opposite sex. So instead of listening to the teachers I would spend my time reading the numerous love notes written by all of them. I would answer them thinking that if I had there attention then I had power. I inadvertently left a long trail of broken hearts behind me.

At the age of 16 I was put face to face with the man who had broken my nose 10 years ago. I had learned at that moment that this man was my father. I was running home from school, moving fast enough to lift the dust off of the sidewalks. He was waiting for me on the door step.

"Trunks follow me and don't discuss it."

I was surprised to say the least, what did that old grouch want from me? I did take the smart precaution from speaking, the memories of the "grouch" was still somewhat fresh in my mind. We walked in silence from the front door to the end of the huge house where I rarely went, the gravity room was in this wing. Why bring me here, and most of all why HIM! What did he want from me?

All the questions that where rolling around in my head had disappeared as soon as he spoke to me again.

"Get inside." He growled out as he opened the door to the gravity room.

I wasn't about to argue and get him angry, but I was fearful and nervous, I got in the room under his annoyed gaze. He followed me inside and shut the heavy door. As I looked around the room I could not help but admire the technology and knowledge it took to build it and it was so big. My mother was a genius.

My father places himself in front of me. Barely a meter separated us. The last time I was this close to him I found myself in a wall, so it was only normal that I had taken a step back at this closeness. My father smirked at this.

"Your mother wants me to teach you how to defend yourself" he started with an expression where pride and annoyance seemed to be mixing in perfect harmony. "Only I intend to teach you much more then that."

On his last words his face seemed to take on a cruel sadistic sort of grin, at least that's what his smile seemed to me, I was sure of it, his lack of précising what he intended to do to me only made me panic. I looked at this man unable to say anything, I was terrorised by this man who seemed to only want to cause me harm.

"I'll make you a master in the arts of combat; no one will be able to stand up to you. You will be my pride, my equal Trunks. Follow my instructions and you will be as powerful as me."

Somehow, I stopped fearing him at that point. In its place sprouted hope, threw my fears that had been fed by the lack of his presence in my life was hid an element that I ignored having until this point. I admired him. I wanted to be like him. I always worshiped his cold looks, his seriousness and his solidity, the way he was capable of instilling respect around him and his capacity to instil fear in people. Threw my fears I had always wanted to be like him. So this proposition that came from him had changed my fears in a profound respect. It was not long for me to view him as a mentor rather then a bully that loved to torment me.

In a movement of profound respect towards him, I bowed deeply keeping my eyes on the floor.

"Hai sensei." I said in a voice that rang true.

I didn't see it at that moment, but my father had smiled down at me, not on his usual cruel manner, but a smile that showed how proud he was. I had gained a few points in his eyes.

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