Disclaimer : I do not own Dragonball Z, many thanks to Akira Toriyama for his iconic stories and characters.
Panting, gasping for more, Bulma licked her lips only to taste blood. Her eyes widened, chills went down her spine and all of her senses went wild. It was not her blood, no; her blood did not taste this delicious. Every ounce of her being wanted more. More violence, more control…more bloodshed.
Now staring down at the lifeless corpse once named Yamcha, she smirked. Why did he have to push her? She had lost her desire for him and he was not happy about that, however she didn't think it would push him enough to try and rape her. She was entirely wrong about that.
"Thank you", she said as she spit down on his face, "Without you forcing yourself onto me, I wouldn't have found out my love for blood."
She was enticed by this newfound exhilaration, proud and wanting to scream in glory. Then she wondered if this is what felt like for the Saiyans. Goku was different as he was brought up here on Earth, but she saw the light in his eyes when he fought. No, Goku wouldn't understand this, she had just murdered one of his friends but then again, Yamcha did just try to rape her. The only other Saiyan she had met was Radditz. Were the rest of the Saiyans like him? She'd find out when they arrived in about 3 months.
Damn, she had to tell someone what happened, not because it was wrong, but to gloat. The evil inside her was now taking control. Piccolo! He was cruel and a murderer! She knew he was training Gohan; maybe he could train her too. Instantly she darted up in the midnight skies and took off towards him.
It didn't take long to reach him. She landed in front of Piccolo as he looked at her with disgust.
"What could you possibly want?" he shouted at her, sensing something was different. How did she fly here he wondered.
Glaring at him now she raised her voice, "You green prick, I want you to train me! I just murdered Yamcha and it felt wonderful, now I want to maximize my capabilities."
Piccolo formed a sweat bead instantly. *She what? She must be lying!* The whole time he's seen her she has been nothing but a stuck up, rich, bitch who always screams and runs away at the sight of trouble.
He thought about this before replying, "Where did you gain the strength to murder him?"
Then it hit her. Where did she get the strength to do this? She stood there, searching for a memory inside her mind.
"Well?" Piccolo screamed.
Inside her head she felt a sting. Something had happened to her she just needed to remember. It was like the memory was being blocked. She felt a twinge in her neck and pressed her hand against it. Her eyes widened. Bite marks? Were the hell did she get those? This has something to do with it!
"Look! I don't know! All I do know is I killed him, I feel stronger than ever and I want to train!" she spat at him. "Here, this is all I could find that may or may not explain it; I have no idea where it came from though." She showed him the bite mark.
His eyes narrowed, focusing on her neck. He gasped and took a step back as sweat formed on his brow. *It couldn't be…has she really been marked by the devil himself?* He had heard of legends before while training in Europe about demons feeding on the innocent only to turn them into monsters, but did vampires actually exist?
Great he thought to himself, *not only do I have a little Saiyan on my hands who turns into a monkey at the full moon, but also a newly born vampire.*
"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT? YOU KNOW SOMETHING, TELL ME NOW!" Bulma felt on edge and pissed off from Piccolos startled look.
He began to reply, "Retrace your steps and tell me all that happened leading up to you visiting me here."
Irritation was in her voice as she spoke, "I remember leaving Capsule Corp, meeting Yamcha at the club…that pig tried feeling me up on the dance floor. I was distraught and ran out into the alley." Her mind went blank. "I can't recall why I passed out but then I awoke with Yamcha standing over me. He picked me up by my neck and said, 'See someone already got to you first, but I don't mind sloppy seconds.' He then tried forcing himself on me, my vision went red. Next thing I know I had his blood on my lips and his lifeless body was on the ground. I felt intoxicated!"
Piccolo was unnerved by this, his theory was correct.
"Listen, you confirmed what I feared. You were bit by a vampire. I don't know why it happened, he must have sensed your fear, but now we must get you to control yourself. Legend has it vampires are ruthless demons who feed on others to gain more strength. They are not your stereotypical movie version vampires either. Vampires do not cower in front of the sun; they are not afraid of crucifixes or garlic and cannot simply be killed by a stake through the heart. You are now an immortal."
Bulma was taken aback. She pondered this and then a huge smirk crept up onto her face.
"Do not take this lightly Bulma!" Piccolo shouted. "We must make sure you can control yourself or you will destroy the ones you care about. Normally your master should teach you how to feed and control yourself but it seems he abandoned you as quickly as he made you."
Bulmas head was swimming. Her heart was split 50/50 now. She did still care for her friends and family, however all she could think about right now was blood. Sweet, warm and thick blood.
"I'm hungry", she said with a lustful voice, smirking at Piccolo.
"Quiet! You need to focus. You will get one thing straight; you will not feed on me, your friends or your family. Try and focus your hunger on others, preferably scumbags. Or try feeding on an animal. Whatever you do, make sure they are dead. If you leave them alive and they taste you, we will have another newborn on our hands." He stared at Bulma trying to decipher what was going on in her head.
Smiling at this suggestion, Bulma flew back into the city for a little feast.