A/N: My crack at a character vampire get-together. Bulma and Vegeta, Kakarott and Chi Chi, Krillin and 18. Yay!
A/N: Bulma may act OOC right now, but she'll be her usual spunky fiesty self in no time!
Chapter 21 To have a purpose
Last Time on OPB...
Vegeta sank to the ground, not wanting to crush his sleeping love whilst she slept in a orgasm induced slumber. He sat up and wrapped the both her moist naked body in his robe and carried her out of the memorial, the drakness of the night growing as the light of the fire dwindled away. He sighed knowing he would touch the fire once more.
On with the sweetness...
Trunks woke up with a early start. He sipped softly at his bottle filled with camels blood and pondered. He knew he wasn't supposed to go out by himself, but what could possibly happen to him? He knew he had to find info about bad guys in town. But maybe he wasn't ready.
Those villagers yeasterday were pretty angry. Maybe I should hang low...
Trunks growled and shook his head as if the possibility of making a difference couldn't leave him.
"It's for our survival! I have to do it. I have to make Mama and Papa proud." Trunks whispered to himself.
Trunks did his morning duties that he usually wouldn't do unless told, making the bed, brushing his teeth and even flossing. He walked out into the main hallway and heard his grandmother humming a sweet tune while making buttermilk waffles. And even a special batch for him with speckles of strawberries dipped in cow blood. He licked his lips and decided to stick around a little longer before venturing out. He grabbed anything he'd need. He glanced at his drape and decided against wearing it.
I should start mingling with them and stop making it so obvious I don't belong. Trunks thought to himself as he walked towards the kitchen table.
"Morning grandma!"
"Good morning my little blood sucker"
Trunks thought nothing of the nick name. Neither as a compliment or a insult. His beaming smile expressed his joy at the overwhelming amount of food to cloud his vision.
"I made you waffles just the way you like them, even with the whipped cream and strawberry's on top. I also have chocolate milk with chocolate chips in it, and a omelette with ham and green peppers in it."
"Wow...gee grandma, this seems like to much. Is something special happening?"
Trunks looked at his grandma and noticed her body flinched. She recovered though and smiled as a reply.
"Special happening? Of course not, I'm just making a meal for my special little guy."
His grandmother came over to him and kissed him on the top of his head and patted his shoulder. His grandfather soon stepped into the room, more responsive than usual.
"Morning Dear. Mornin' Trunks. Say Honey, I'm hankerin' a fine meal tonight, how about a feast?"
"I guess there's no problem with that, but I don't think I'll be able to get all the supplies by myself." she replied.
"Can I come can I come? PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE!"
This is the oppurtunity I need! Trunks thought to himself ecstatically.
Both of the elderly were overwhelmed by his sudden display of energy and need. His grandfather's eyebrow rose a bit.
"Hmmm...I don't see why not. The boy needs fresh air!"
Trunks grandmother looked at her husband for concern.
"Do you think you are being wise?"
"Of course, he can go with you, he'd be an extra pair of hands. Nothin' wrong with that!"
Trunks smiled and gulped down his breakfast, not doubting in the least that he could eat it all.
Back at the mansion, as Yamcha said, the construction workers were approaching very slowly. The forman of the team was urging some of his workers to hurry it along, but their aprehension was obvious.
"But sir, they say vampires live in there"
"Yeah and that's why the population is so low, cause they suck the blood of people and KILL them!" another worker stuttered.
"Bullhocky! You guys watch to many scary movies, or to many Micheal Jackson videos. There's no such thing as Vampires! If there are I'll go home and tell my wife I've been cheating on her and I have a love child!"
With uncertainty, the men worked there way up the hill where unknowingly the vampire clan of that particular manor awaited them.
"Look at them go, they are scared shitless!" Krillin giggled to himself.
"I didn't think a human being could walk so slow!" Yamcha said.
"Hey has anyone seen Bulma, Vegeta or 18?" Kakarott asked.
"Well 18 left last night sudenly. Didn't even tell me where or why, but I don't think she'd miss this for anything" Krillin said.
"So where are Bulma and Vegeta?" Chi Chi asked with a curious interest.
"Who knows who cares!"
Everyone looked back at the doors of the mansion and saw that Buffy had finally arrived.
"Where were you?" Chi Chi asked.
"Keeping the kids away from here, i've given them a job to do in the mean time while we take care of this issue."
"That still doesn't tell us where Bulma and Vegeta are" Krillin said.
In the main bedroom, Vegeta was looking down at Bulma as she continued to sleep. She wasn't bothered by her need for such a long amount of sleep. He was brimming from ear to ear with joy.
The woman can't help if her body is becoming adjusted all over again Vegeta thought to himself.
Vegeta knelt his head down to her stomach. Over the sound of her stomach he could feel a life starting. A new child made from the love shared in a dark night. Vegeta didn't know why but he could sense that this next child was a girl.
My Princess... he thought fondly.
The moment Trunks and his grandmother arrived into the town, warm smailes turned sour or uncertain. Not a single face greeted Trunks. So many eyes were on him.
I have to make a good impression!
He continued in his stride, that is until he tripped over his own 2 feet. A group of kids a few feet away pointed and laughed. Trunks winced and stood up in a feeble attempt to regain his pride. His grandmother knealt down and brushed the dirt of his clothes.
"Don't try so hard honey. Naturally people will be afraid of something they know nothing of"
"So you know me grandma?" Trunks asked.
His grandmother bit her lip and thought thoughfully.
"Of course I know you."
She helped him up and they continued on their way. Their first stop was at the butcher shop. Trunks's grandmother pushed the door open, the small bell at the top signalling their interest. All for the butcher and a lone customer, no one else was in the store.
"Hello Bunny, it's good to see you" The butcher greeted.
The butcher looked over his counter top and saw the top of Trunks lilac hair. Trunks looked over at the customer already in the store. He looked as though he wanted to hiss his distaste for Trunks. The butcher noticed this and shoved the customers's meats in his arms.
"Get oughta here!"
The customer left, keeping his eyes on Trunks. As soon as the bell rang, the butcher's facs returned to a warm smile.
"So I finally meet Bulma's little boy. Trunks is it?"
"Yeah how did you know?" Trunks asked.
"Oh your grandmother talks the world about you. You are a looker, and you will be when you get older." The butcher turned around and grabbed a sweet pickle from a barrel. "Here ya go, your mother use to love these when I gave them to her, I hope you'll like them aswell"
Trunks accepted the mans generosity. He bit into the crisp pickle, his tastebuds enjoying his treat. The butcher continued to help Trunks and his grandmother with the items they needed.
"Trunks, though I'm happy to have met you, I'm surprised you are here of all days"
"Why do you say that?" Trunks asked with his cheeks stuffed full of the pickle.
"Well with those contractors trying to tear down your home, I thought everyone would be up there trying to stop them"
Trunks stood still.
Mom...Dad... Trunks thought desperately.
Trunks looked to his grandmother who had finished looking angry at the butcher, and looked to him.
"You knew?" Trunks asked.
"Sweety, your mother didn't want you involved"
Trunks fought back tears and ran out the store.
"Trunks come back!"
Trunks ran down the road, not even paying a care to the faces staring at him. All he could think about was his home, his family, his memories.
No one will take that away! Trunks thought angrily.
Trunks seemed to have started to glide through the air. His feet falling behind him like his early main objective. He made it to the main road to the manor. A group of construction men were down at the bottom, sitting around barking and laughing.
"Man I wish the boss let us come" a worker said.
"Yeah, I bet there's some nice shit in there to steal"
They chuckled amongst themselves. Trunks stepped forward, not afraid of them.
"Well lookee here...what's the matter punk kid? Mama told you stealing was wrong?" A worker chided.
"Hey guys, he's pale. I bet he's one of those vampire brats!"
"Anyone ever tell ya, your mom was a whore?" someone asked.
"Why you?" Trunks shouted.
Trunks leapt forward and tried to strike one of the guys, but they seemed to have stepped out of the way.
"You think you can take us on?"
A worker with a beefy hand slapped Trunks aside as if he were a fly. Trunks fell to the ground and held his cheek, the workers surrounded him closer and closer. Trunks squeezed his eyes shut and shivered and he heard the men approach.
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