Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z.

I wrote this when I was in a dark mood. I think it turned out ok. Anyway, please enjoy:

Bulma's POV

I moved forward hesitantly, looking at my clue: a small, bloodstained Spiderman shoe. It must have been the doing of the vampire I had been assigned to kill. You see, we've been hearing about kids between the ages of 3-7 disappearing. We assumed it's a vampire and the clue I just found confirmed that assumption.

Past the shoe were small crimson puddles that seemed to make a path. I smirked. This would be far too easy. I followed the path, only to be lead to the dock. A vampire sat there, sucking blood from a small corpse.

I whipped out my wooden knife and moved forward silently and effortlessly. It obviously didn't know I was here; it must have let its guard down because it didn't think anyone would be here this late at night. I almost laughed at that thought. That flaw would be its undoing.

I continued to move forward, my heart beating fast. Oh, how I loved this. How I coveted the rush I get from hunting vampires.

The vampire whipped its head around, suddenly realizing I was here, but it was far too late. In one quick movement, I plunged my knife into its chest. The vampire howled in pain, glaring at me in pure hated. Then he hit the ground. It was silence from there.

I moved forward hesitantly and nudged the vampire with my toe. No movement. He must be dead. I smirked in satisfaction and ripped my knife out of its chest. I wiped the blood off on his shirt and stowed the knife away.

I whipped mu phone out and punched in some numbers. Another moment of silence.

"Hello?"

I smiled at the voice. Yamcha, my partner and steady boyfriend. "Hey, Yamcha. The jobs been taken care of."

I could almost picture him smiling at this. "Great!" He replied cheerfully. "Hurry on home!"

"Ok! Later!" With that, I snapped my phone shut and slipped it back into my pocket. I excitedly jogged home, my heart still pounding. I stopped at an old factory and smiled. Home.

I slipped inside and went below the main floor. I opened the door and was greeted by smiling faces.

"Bulma!"

"Hey, B!"

"How'd the hunt go?"

"It went fine." I replied, collapsing on the couch with a sigh. God, I loved it here.

Before I go any further into the story, I have to tell you about my friends here. First, there's Tien, and his girlfriend, Launch. Both of their lovers were murdered by vampires, so I suppose that's what brought them together. They're both impressive fighters. Next is Krillen, my best friend. I'm not sure why he hate's vampires, he won't tell anyone. He's not our best fighter, but he's still pretty good. Then there's Yamcha, my boyfriend. Like me, he lost his parents to vampires, so I guess our relationship is like Tien and Launch. We're about on the same level of skill, so we work pretty well together.

Anyway, we all live in this abandoned warehouse. See, this place used to sell processed food and so on. But when the economy took a turn for the worse, this company couldn't keep up. So we made it our home. What brought us together? Our hatred for vampires. So I guess this is our form of revenge. Anyway, back to the story.

Yamcha crashed next to me on the couch. "Hey." He said, giving me a quick kiss.

"Hey yourself." I said with a smile.

"So, was this vampire…..the one?"

"No." I said quietly, dropping my gaze to the floor. For ten years, I have been searching for that vampire, the one with blood colored lust in his eyes, the one who murdered my parents.

Yamcha wrapped a reassuring arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I couldn't help but smile; he really can be sweet when he wants to be.

I turned my gaze to Tien, who was talking to Launch. "So, who are the new people coming down here?" My eyes lit up in curiosity. New people?

"We're going to have new people?" I asked Yamcha.

"Yeah. Apparently they're two friends who lost their boyfriend's to vampires. They heard about us and they want to help."

I smiled as I leaned against his chest. This should be interesting.

Vegeta's POV

I walked thru the town, smirking. It was dark and I loved the dark. It was beautiful, elegant, and the perfect time to hunt.

I entered the club and took a seat at the bar. A blonde woman sat very close to me. "Hello." She said, batting her eyelashes. "I'm Sarah. What's your name?"

"Vegeta." I replied.

"I like that name." She whispered, getting closer. I smirked. Like I said, time for the hunt.

One thing led to another until I was in her apartment and she was on top of me, kissing my neck. I flipped her over and I moved my mouth to her neck. My fangs shot out and I sunk them into her neck. She let out a scream of horror and tried to push me away, but it was far too late for that.

I drank every last drop of blood in her body and got off the corpse, licking my lips. She wasn't delicious, but she would have to do until I could find a better meal.

I left her house, my hands in my pockets and my blood lust satisfied.

So, what do you think? Should I continue or should I just give up on the whole idea? Let me know!