He woke deep within the ground, and the first stir he felt was hunger. An overwhelming

hunger for blood that demanded satisfaction. But as he hunted the dark streets of Japan for

pray, a voice called to him, comforting, calming, and giving him the strength to control his

craving. This is a Trunks and Pan fan fiction. Base on the story dark Legends.

Craving

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Chapter one...

Confused, he woke deep within the ground. The first sensation he felt was hunger. It was no

ordinary hunger, but a gut wrenching, skin crawling need. He was starving, every cell

in his body demanded nourishment. He lay there in silence while his hunger stabbed at him.

Fear aroused him. Not only fear for his soul but fear for saiyans and humans alike.

What dared to disturb his sleep? More specially, had it disturbed Vegeta's sleep? Trunks had

locked Vegeta into the earth, centuries ago. If he had disturbed by the same movements above

the ground, then there was always a chanced that he woken up before Trunks had the strength

to think to stop him.

How long have he been on the earth? Above him, he sensed the sun setting, which meant the

creatures of the night were coming out.

Trunks felt his heart slow down its paced. He had waited too long, spent too much time trying

to get his bearings, and still trying to shake the clouds of confusion from in his head. Vegeta

was rising. Vegeta's need for prey would be as great as his own. There was no way to stop him

while Trunks was so weak.

Trunks burst through the layers of earth where he lain buried for so ling, where he had

purposely slumbered, choosing to bury himself in the ground as he locked Vegeta to him. The

fight in Japan cemetery had been a ling, disgusting battle, Both Trunks and Vegeta had

sustained grave wounds, wounds that should have killed them. Vegeta had gone to ground just

outside the sanctified burial ground of the ancient graveyard while Trunks had sought haven

within it. Trunks had been tired of the long centuries of depressing darkness, the black empty

void of his existence.

He did not have he luxury of choosing to walk into the dawn as most of his kind did. There was

Vegeta. His brother. Vegeta was strong and brilliant, always the leader. There was no one else

skilled enough, powerful enough to hunt and destroy Vegeta. Then there was Trunks who spent

several lifetimes following where Vegeta led, hunting the vampire, the undead with him, relying

on his sense in battle. There had been no other like Vegeta, none as brilliant at hunting the

vampire, the scourge of their race. Vegeta had a gift. Yet Vegeta had finally succumbed to the

dark whisper of power, the insidious call of blood lust. Vegeta had given his soul, choosing

the way of the damned, turning into the very monster he had hunted for centuries.

The vampire.