Blood Reign

Chapter One: Vacation

"Damned foreigners." - Vegeta

The car with the large "8" painted on the side slowly cruised through a nondescript forest, going at approximately 1/100th it's maximum speed. Behind the wheel was a person who was used to driving fast, but decided not to in such close quarters. Bulma Briefs suddenly stepped on the brakes.

"Are you just gonna sit there like a sourpuss the whole trip?" she asked, looking over to her husband, who sat in the passenger's seat, arms crossed, eyes downcast, widow's peak creating an ungodly forehead. He finally awoke from his boredom and looked at her. He stuck out his tongue and went back to his foul moodiness. Hey, he was good at it.

Bulma started driving again, making sure baby Bra was still asleep, which she was. They had gone through a lot that past year. The birth of their beautiful baby girl, following the world shattering battle with Majin Buu was enough to put any mother into a spin. So, she decided they should take a little vacation to a tiny summer home out in Holland.

Before they left, Trunks had given the excuse that he and Goten had to practice for the next year's Boudokai this week, and Bulma had fallen for it. Vegeta could only grumble about how the little brat had weasled out and how he didn't have the chance to himself. But, in the end, Bulma was happy.

Suddenly, night fell upon them like a snowfall. Bulma was okay to drive until the deep fog began to roll in. She decided that there was no reason they shouldn't find a hotel to stay in for the night.

"A hotel?" Vegeta moaned, "Didn't you bring any capsules? Why the hell aren't we flying anyway?!"

"Because I want a normal vacation." Bulma replied, "And normal families don't fly without a plane."

Vegeta stuck his tongue out again, happy to act like a child if it annoyed this woman who was forcing him to take this stupid ride. They kept driving through the dark, foggy woods, hoping to find a hotel soon. After about another hour of driving, they came to a tiny inn and tavern. The Briefs family stepped out of the car, feeling the rain come down at that very moment.

"A hotel." Vegeta scoffed again, "The Prince of the Saiyans relegated to a little dive in the middle of Europe! How revolting."

"Oh, will you shut up, Vegeta?" Bulma moaned, unpacking what little luggage they had. Vegeta held the still sleeping Bra, and also carrying a suitcase filled with his favorite clothes, including that pink shirt he had gotten attached to. They quickly walked into the tiny inn to find an old innkeep, who payed them no bother.

"Excuse me, sir?" asked Bulma, "Can we get a room?"

The innkeeper ignored them. Vegeta quickly took note of this, and transformed into his deepest, most sinister tone of voice.

"Give us a room right now, old man, or I will remove your testicles via teleportation!"

The old man whipped around and eyeballed Vegeta.

"Teleportation?"

"Shut up and give us a room."

That night, Bulma felt nature call and awoke from her slumber. Seeing Vegeta and Bra sound asleep, she searched for a bathroom or an outhouse or something. She figured there might be one downstairs. She crept down the stairs and noticed the innkeep oddly missing. She shrugged it off and found no bathroom. She walked outside, and then saw something she hadn't seen when they arrived.

"A tavern?" she asked herself, "Hmph. Well, I'm sure they have a bathroom."

Bulma briskly walked towards the tavern, jumping over puddles left by the already fallen rain. She was ready to pop, but she couldn't just go outside. She was a civilized woman!

Of course, she wasn't above breaking into the tavern.

"They lock their doors at night? Why?! Who's gonna break into this place?!"

She stopped and thought for a second, and then moved inside.

Bulma noticed all the chairs stacked on the tables and the bar was perfectly clean. She also noticed the unmarked bathroom doors to the right of her. She looked around and walked in, making sure not to make too much noise. There was no way she was gonna get arrested for breaking and entering in the middle of nowhere.

She noticed an odd thing on the stalls in the room. Red splatters covered the walls. The toilets hadn't been cleaned in ages, but there was a fresh stock of toilet paper. Bulma shrugged and sat down, taking care to cover the seat with a few layers of toilet paper.

Bulma sighed, finally relieved after all that trouble. She reached down to pull up her panties when she heard a small bump. She tried to stay quiet, not wanting to alert whoever might've been in the bathroom. But she couldn't stay quiet when she saw the two feet standing in front of her stall.

"Hey," she moaned, "Sorry I broke in, but the inn doesn't have any bathrooms. Y'know, if I could just leave and-"

Bulma was cut off by the stall door being ripped off, and she was confronted with the most hideous creature she had ever seen. She screamed.

But far too late. Within seconds, the creature was upon her...

Vegeta awoke to find that it was already past noon and his family was still asleep.

"Bulma!" he yelled, "Get up, woman! I don't want to stay here in this little roach motel for another second! Let's get on the road!"

Vegeta was met by Bulma's loud snoring.

The Saiyan Prince sighed and pulled on his favorite pink shirt and his jeans. He ran his hand through his hair and stormed down the steps.

"Innkeep!" he yelled, "Where in the bloody hell is the bathroom?!"

The Innkeep turned around and smiled at Vegeta.

"Go piss in the bushes."

Vegeta resisted the urge to blast him into oblivion and walked outside, catching the tavern he had not noticed the night before.

"How did I not see that?" he asked himself, "As a Saiyan, I have excellent night-vision. Hmm. Whatever. I need to urinate and that's all there is."

Vegeta rushed to the tavern and swung open the door, silencing the hussle and bustle that filled the bar. He smiled and sauntered to the restroom. He swung open that door as well and did his business. He walked back out, the patrons still shocked. Vegeta sat down at the bar and smiled, just oozing "Vegeta".

"Give me a beer." Vegeta muttered, his voice booming in the tavern.

"...we got none o' that..." the barkeep replied hesitantly.

"Fine. Scotch."

"Not that either..."

"...what do you have?"

"Well, wine."

"Fine, I'll take it."

The barkeep looked at Vegeta, and then at the red wine bottles on the shelf behind him, then at Vegeta, and then at the patrons. They slowly nodded in unison. The barkeep slowly turned around and poured Vegeta a glass of the wine. Vegeta snatched it and gulped it all down.

Then he coughed it all over the barkeep.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" Vegeta yelled, "That's not wine! It's... it's blood! Your kind makes me sick! If this had been a few months ago, I would've blasted you all into oblivion!"

Vegeta couldn't help but leave that scowl on his face as he walked out of the pub. He stopped for a second after closing the door behind him to hear the resounding laughter.

"Damned foreigners." Vegeta moaned, " I cannot wait to get out of this stinking hellhole."

Vegeta walked back into the inn; he could hear the old innkeeper meddling around in a dark room behind the counter. Vegeta shrugged and walked back up the stairs. When he re-entered the room, both girls were asleep to his surprise. Vegeta began quickly tossing their items into their suitcases.

"Let's go, woman!" he screamed, "I can't stand to be in this godforsaken place for a moment longer!"

Bulma startled, and then sat up in bed.

"Vegeta, hon?" she asked, "We can't leave just yet. There's a bit more we could do here."

Vegeta looked down at his wife coyly; she had that look on her face that had created their two children. That rather frisky look.

"Okay," Vegeta smiled, "But after that we'll stay not a moment longer!"

Bulma smiled and pulled her husband closer to her. She began to kiss him on the lips, rub her hands through his hair. Then she moved down. To his cheek. To his chin. To his neck...

Vegeta was enjoying himself until he saw his daughter. She was still out in her tiny car seat, but her head seemed to have a huge, gaping wound in it. Dried blood was spotted all around the wound, and the Saiyan Prince's baby girl was dead.

"WOMAN?!" Vegeta screamed, "What has happened here?!"

"Survival of the fittest." she smiled as she bit deeply into his flesh, letting his blood run down her nightgown.

When the sun finally set upon the small town, the Briefs family was already on their way back to Capsule Corporation.

"So," Bulma smiled, "Should we stop for a bite to eat?"

Vegeta laughed loudly.

"That phrase has never been funnier."

Their fangs glinted in the moonlight.

Well, that'll do it for one chapter of my new story. Now, I know you're dying to know what's up with Dragonball Zero (And I know who both of you are), rest assured it will be completed one day. Anywho, since I'm posting the first three chapters at the same time, I'll keep the notes here and in chapter two to a minimum.

BOOYA! - Matt Ryan