The turret moved, with the sound of moving hydraulics. It came to rest at Elizabeth. Before Axel could even power up to protect her, the tank fired.
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The shell went flying at Elizabeth, but it slowed down on the way, and came to a complete stop millimeters in front of her face. She moved her index fingers in 360 circles in a counter clockwise motion. The shell turned around. She then snapped her fingers, and the shell resumed moving at the speed it had been before. The tank exploded in a huge fire ball, as it's own anti-tank shell smashed into it. Elizabeth turned her back to the tank and smiled at Axel and Kakaratt.
'Magick. You gotta love it,' she said to both of them. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when they thought everything was ok, the tank wreckage moved, and out of the flaming steel, came the killer. His whole body was burning, and the smell of charred flesh was horrible. 'Smells like hamburgers,' said Kakaratt. The killer raised his knife, ready to plunge it into Elizabeth's back, but Kakaratt got to the killer first. Using only her regular, non-ki strength, she twisted his head off his shoulders.
'What was the point in doing that?' asked Axel. 'He'll just be back in the sequel.' Kakaratt scoffed.
'As if we'll ever be popular enough to support a sequel. Anyway, to unmask this head,' she said. She pulled the mask off and gasped, 'It's that drug tester guy! He murdered all of poor Elizabeth's friends.'
'Umm...actually, those weren't my friends,' said Elizabeth. Kakaratt raised an eyebrow. 'I only detected it when they all began to run, but they were impostors with no magical power.'
'Something fishy's going on here, and I'm not talking about that barracuda in the corner,' said Kakaratt suspiously. The fish in question looked rejected. 'Like what was that guy doing killing people? Who was he? What happened to the real witches coven, and why is Axel groping that wall?' She looked at Axel, who looked back sheepishly.
'Those are all good questions. One might also wonder why America claims to be the most free country in the world, or why only the third world was destroyed when Axel went on his killing binge,' added Elizabeth.
'I was checking for secret passages,' said Axel in answer to Kakaratt's question.
'Be'est thee mad? There be nay such passages in a building of learning, save for the one which leads to mine own chambers,' said Elizabeth.
'Fucking idiot,' laughed Kakaratt, who was still holding the head of the drug fellow. There was a short silence, which was broken by the wail of police sirens.
'It's funny how they come without being called, and only after the killer is dead. I'm gonna go get smashed. See ya later!' called Kakaratt, as she ran out of the building. Axel and his lovely mate went back to the dungeon.
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The school was closed because of the tank incident, so Kakaratt and Axel went to visit their parents. Qbuu didn't come, but Elizabeth did. They were now back stage in a massive set, which had been constructed on a runway at Heathrow Airport, London. The world's busiest airport had been shut down by Vegeta for a few days, so that his concert could have vast numbers of fans attend. From stage, all that could been seen in the nighttime darkness apart from the distant shimmer of lights, were nearly a million screaming fans from all over the world, shouting, fighting and drinking.
Vegeta walked on stage alone, with a piece of A4 paper in one hand. He approached the mic, adjusted it to 5'6 (his boots added 4 inches to his height), and began to speak.
'Ahem. Hello London!' The crowd cheered. 'We will begin our final concert this year in a few minutes. I have been "asked" to read the following statements by several organisations, including the Catholic Church, the World Health Organisation, and the Organisation of protecting innocent untainted mankind, or O.P.I.U.M.. It officially represents my views, and is 100% true.' The crowd roared, and Vegeta smirked.
'I believe in both God, and Jesus Christ.
I accept them as my superiors, and live my life because I was granted it by them.
I will not worship the devil, or any false gods.
I will cease my regular....for-ni-cation with Pan, what ever the hell that means, and marry her in holy matrimony.
I will remain strictly monogamous, and have sex only when I mean to reproduce. I will only engage in missionary position.
I will obey each of the ten commandments, and do penance for my past sins.
I will be baptised, have my holy communion, and my confirmation.
I will stop my other "Unholy" practices, such as sodomy, blood drinking and drug and alcohol taking, unless it's the blood/wine of Christ.
When I die, I will apologise to God personally for burning down Notre Dame (I still say that I did it to stop a really big evil thing from blowing up the world).
I will stop corrupting the youth of the world.
I will not do anything indecent on stage, in public, or within view of the public.
I will stop the beating and mutilation of myself, my spouse and my offspring.
I will cease to verbally abuse everybody I meet.
I will not promote the use of/act of; drugs, sex, alcohol, satanism, murder, etc.etc.blahblahblah
You know what? I'm sick of this fucking speech already. They didn't even get everything right. I don't believe in Satan. Fucking morons. They remind me of my grandfather in law.'
Vegeta raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly the whole stage was engulfed in fire. The stage was designed for it to happen, so it was all safe. Vegeta turned around, and clapped once. In the center of the stage, a huge flaming cross rose from below. On it, was Pan. She wore nothing. Her tail was wrapped around her waist, and covered her below the belt. She was suspended from the cross via the large nails through her wrists and feet. Her head was bleeding, and was limp on her shoulders.
The camera's all over the stage zoomed in, and the crowd cheered.
'Is that all you got!?' Vegeta yelled at the audience. 'This concert is going to be released on DVD! It's on Fuckin' TV!! Come on!' The audience roared in answer. Vegeta motioned to Pan. 'Oops. I guess I forgot to take her down after our last fuck. I hope she's alive, or this will be one really crappy concert.' He knew she was alive. The bond they shared was a pure Saiya-jin bond. That meant that they could read each others' thoughts and emotions. 'Oh, and just so that you guys know, when I first screwed her, she was 17! And still a virgin!'
Vegeta walked up to Pan. He held the document he had just read over the flames on the cross, and held it up high as it burned. It quickly burned out, and blew into the wind.
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Meanwhile, at the Vatican...
The Pope was sitting in his room, watching Monty Python re-runs. 'Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!'
He laughed. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a large gang of Cardinals came in. He hastily changed to the GOD channel. One of the Cardinals spoke.
'Sir! Vegeta read the papal bull, and burned it, after crucifying his evil "mate".' The pope shot up.
'This calls for immediate action! To the Pope Mobile!'
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Meanwhile, in another place.......
'Sir!' said the apostle to the leader. 'It's ready!'
The leader chuckled evilly. When he spoke, it sounded as if his voice was the voice of a million damned souls. 'Good! All the foretold signs are coming to pass. The arrival of the evil one, the birth of the three within the one, and the shift in the space time continuum. Now, we will rise, and destroy our enemies!' He cackled insanely.
'Uhh....no sir. I meant, your apple pie is done cooking...The evil one won't arrive for a few more days at least.'
'..........Oh. Well. I'm hungry anyway...'
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Back on stage...
Vegeta was taking Pan down from the crucifix. He gave her some clothes and her 1st edition Fender Stratocaster (guitar) signed by many people, including Jimmi Hendrix, Bob Marley and Santana. Pan raised her bloody hands in the air, and got a huge cheer from the audience. She then proceeded to lick the blood from her wounds.
Axel, who had been watching the scene take place, grabbed a set of drum sticks, and walked out on stage. He got in behind his drums (all Vegeta Enterprises brand) and tested them.
Kakaratt saw the two human members of the band, Angela and Matt, about to go out, but she stopped Matt. Angela went out on stage with her bass.
'Matt, look! It's John Lennon!!' she said, pointing behind him. He just smirked at her.
'Kakaratt, I'm not that old. Now, if you'd said Ozzy Osbourne or Marilyn Manson, then maybe-' he was cut short, because Kakaratt punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. Kakaratt grabbed his guitar before it fell to the ground with him, and walked out on stage, cackling madly. She held her hands and head up high, receiving a huge cheer from the crowd. Vegeta and Pan looked mildly surprised, but said nothing. Officially, she wasn't a member of the band, but she played in at least half their concerts on something. Usually keyboards, but sometimes she'd take rhythm. She once tried to replace her mother on lead, but she may as well have been a small kid trying to play Slayer. One time she was even on bongos.
Vegeta approached the mic, and spoke. 'The first song being played tonight is also the first song I ever wrote. Granted, the lyrics are crap, but the music is great. If you want all those dark foreboding poems, wait for a song that my son wrote. This one is called, "When you gotta kill every mother fucker in the room", and was a number one for 11 weeks in this country! The song after that is called "I fucking hate my grandparents in-law". I'm older than them anyway. Either way, they're both dead.' Axel tapped his sticks together 8 times in 1 second, signaling the tempo of the song, before the whole band shot off into music with mind boggling complexity, and at breakneck speeds, the slowest of the sounds being the lesser sound of Angela's base.
The next songs they played were:
Fuck my ex (up the ass), By Vegeta
Drunk on power, By Axel
Pope on dope II, By Kakaratt
Armageddon, By Pan
A Scourge on you, By Axel
Bitter love, By Axel
The Darkest Dark of the Dark Darkness, By Axel
You Say Potato, I say Fuck you, By Vegeta
Women are crap in bed unless they're Saiya-jin, By Vegeta
Raped By The Dead, By Kakaratt
Hells Bells, By Pan
There were, of course, long gaps in between songs, during which Vegeta would muck about on stage. Being recorded for DVD, it had to be good.
Good it was. Among many, many other things, Vegeta had acted out a play he wrote, he screwed Pan out of her mind, blown up a sex doll with TNT, and handed out free condoms. Now, the stage was covered with blood. Every drop of it was Saiya-jin blood, bled freshly. Axel had passed out due to blood loss, and had been carted off stage. Kakaratt was on the floor, in a puddle of her own blood, stoned out of her mind on about a dozen drugs. She had spent the last hour just staring at her hand move back and forth, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Matt had played the last three songs in her place. Matt and Angela were both still un -injured, and were now out in the stadium signing autographs. It was time for the closing song.
The lights dimmed, and a red-tinted spot light shone on Pan and Vegeta, who were sitting at the front of the stage, bleeding into the crowd, many of whom were trying to catch the blood on their tongues as it fell. Pan was lying in Vegeta's arms, almost unconscious due to blood loss and exhaustion. Vegeta had an acoustic 12 string.
'London,' said Vegeta tiredly. 'This has been one of our greatest concerts ever. You are our best audience so far!' The crowd cheered. Vegeta was tired and out of breath. 'Tonight we set many world records, such as the loudest noise ever made, the most real, non-animal blood used on stage, the most curse words ever used on a single DVD, and the largest turnout for a single event, EVER. Did you know that this concert could be heard as far away as Paris? It must be those massive speakers I put on the top of the radar tower a few miles east, facing away from this location. Oops. Forgot to take them down. I expect that there are many grumpy people out who have work tomorrow. If they mouth off to you, punch 'em in the jaw and say it's from me. There is also about 3 gallons of my family's blood on this stage!'
'Our last song this evening, will be a song that I wrote....in commemoration of my people. Those of you who read my autobiography before it was banned, due to it's horrific content, will know that my planet was destroyed 79 years ago today. This song is called 'Home",' said Vegeta, before starting a slow, yet powerful song.
At the end, the crowd cheered so loud that Vegeta couldn't even hear himself talk. He picked up the now passed out Pan, and carried her to the tour bus. He went back, and got Kakaratt and Axel. He said bye to Matt and Angela, and got behind the wheel of the bus, not really planning to go anywhere. He just needed a bit of rest. It was then he noticed Elizabeth, when was next to his son (the only one of his sons that wasn't a disgrace, as far as he was concerned, even though he was the weakest of them all).
'Who are you?' he demanded weakly. 'If you're some whore who wants to fuck my son, go ahead. You're fucking hot!' She blushed ever so slightly.
'I'm Elizabeth. I'm mated and bonded to Axel. We met yesterday.' Vegeta nodded.
'Really? Cool....So....how'd you two meet?'
'I chained him up in a dungeon and tortured him.'
'I see. You must be very good together. Just remember what I say: Never marry someone for their money; you can borrow it much cheaper.' Elizabeth laughed.
'So Vegeta, did you lose enough blood tonight?' she asked, pointing to his many self-inflicted wounds.
'Not enough if I'm still conscious, if you ask me. Would you like some?' he asked, holding out his wrist to her. She looked at him with a look that reflected how she felt: Honored; Grateful; Shocked. She was secretly ectasic about talking to her music idol.
'It would be a great honor to drink your blood. I wonder if it tastes the same as Axel's?' She took his wrist and closed her mouth over it, and began to suck. To many, it would seem an intimate act, but to people who do it regularly with many different people, it was no biggie. Besides, they were family now. After about a minute she desisted. She licked the blood from her lips. 'Yum. It tastes very much the same, only it feels more......powerful. I'd say it's because you're a full blood. Would you like some of mine? I'd feel like I'd cheated you otherwise.' Vegeta shook his head.
'I'm not hungry.'
'Hungry? You mean....you actually get hungry for blood?' she asked.
'Yes,' he replied. 'It's a thing about Saiya-jin anatomy that I've learned. The more powerful one is, the more one has to eat. I'm so powerful that normally, I'd have to eat constantly. I discovered that I only need that much food because of a need for vast quantities of iron, and blood has lots of iron. Therefore, I can subsist almost entirely on blood, needing only human sized portions of food for the rest of my nutrients. It's the same with the rest of my family, though only Axel, Pan and Kakaratt do it. In other words, we are the closest thing on this earth to true vampires.' Elizabeth looked impressed.
'Cool. I can only drink so much blood. Once I drank too much and I got sick. You ever heard of the society for anaemic vampires?' Vegeta raised his eyebrows.
'There's such a group? How pathetic. Next it'll be, the society for haemophiliac blood donors, or a group of anarchists organising a protest.' Suddenly, a noise caught his attention. He was looking at two guys in balaclavas break into a truck. He watched as they started it, and sped off. He would have let them go, but he caught a glimpse of the logo on the truck: Vegeta Enterprises. Its cargo: Anotomically-correct life-sized Vegeta dolls.
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The shell went flying at Elizabeth, but it slowed down on the way, and came to a complete stop millimeters in front of her face. She moved her index fingers in 360 circles in a counter clockwise motion. The shell turned around. She then snapped her fingers, and the shell resumed moving at the speed it had been before. The tank exploded in a huge fire ball, as it's own anti-tank shell smashed into it. Elizabeth turned her back to the tank and smiled at Axel and Kakaratt.
'Magick. You gotta love it,' she said to both of them. They both breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when they thought everything was ok, the tank wreckage moved, and out of the flaming steel, came the killer. His whole body was burning, and the smell of charred flesh was horrible. 'Smells like hamburgers,' said Kakaratt. The killer raised his knife, ready to plunge it into Elizabeth's back, but Kakaratt got to the killer first. Using only her regular, non-ki strength, she twisted his head off his shoulders.
'What was the point in doing that?' asked Axel. 'He'll just be back in the sequel.' Kakaratt scoffed.
'As if we'll ever be popular enough to support a sequel. Anyway, to unmask this head,' she said. She pulled the mask off and gasped, 'It's that drug tester guy! He murdered all of poor Elizabeth's friends.'
'Umm...actually, those weren't my friends,' said Elizabeth. Kakaratt raised an eyebrow. 'I only detected it when they all began to run, but they were impostors with no magical power.'
'Something fishy's going on here, and I'm not talking about that barracuda in the corner,' said Kakaratt suspiously. The fish in question looked rejected. 'Like what was that guy doing killing people? Who was he? What happened to the real witches coven, and why is Axel groping that wall?' She looked at Axel, who looked back sheepishly.
'Those are all good questions. One might also wonder why America claims to be the most free country in the world, or why only the third world was destroyed when Axel went on his killing binge,' added Elizabeth.
'I was checking for secret passages,' said Axel in answer to Kakaratt's question.
'Be'est thee mad? There be nay such passages in a building of learning, save for the one which leads to mine own chambers,' said Elizabeth.
'Fucking idiot,' laughed Kakaratt, who was still holding the head of the drug fellow. There was a short silence, which was broken by the wail of police sirens.
'It's funny how they come without being called, and only after the killer is dead. I'm gonna go get smashed. See ya later!' called Kakaratt, as she ran out of the building. Axel and his lovely mate went back to the dungeon.
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The school was closed because of the tank incident, so Kakaratt and Axel went to visit their parents. Qbuu didn't come, but Elizabeth did. They were now back stage in a massive set, which had been constructed on a runway at Heathrow Airport, London. The world's busiest airport had been shut down by Vegeta for a few days, so that his concert could have vast numbers of fans attend. From stage, all that could been seen in the nighttime darkness apart from the distant shimmer of lights, were nearly a million screaming fans from all over the world, shouting, fighting and drinking.
Vegeta walked on stage alone, with a piece of A4 paper in one hand. He approached the mic, adjusted it to 5'6 (his boots added 4 inches to his height), and began to speak.
'Ahem. Hello London!' The crowd cheered. 'We will begin our final concert this year in a few minutes. I have been "asked" to read the following statements by several organisations, including the Catholic Church, the World Health Organisation, and the Organisation of protecting innocent untainted mankind, or O.P.I.U.M.. It officially represents my views, and is 100% true.' The crowd roared, and Vegeta smirked.
'I believe in both God, and Jesus Christ.
I accept them as my superiors, and live my life because I was granted it by them.
I will not worship the devil, or any false gods.
I will cease my regular....for-ni-cation with Pan, what ever the hell that means, and marry her in holy matrimony.
I will remain strictly monogamous, and have sex only when I mean to reproduce. I will only engage in missionary position.
I will obey each of the ten commandments, and do penance for my past sins.
I will be baptised, have my holy communion, and my confirmation.
I will stop my other "Unholy" practices, such as sodomy, blood drinking and drug and alcohol taking, unless it's the blood/wine of Christ.
When I die, I will apologise to God personally for burning down Notre Dame (I still say that I did it to stop a really big evil thing from blowing up the world).
I will stop corrupting the youth of the world.
I will not do anything indecent on stage, in public, or within view of the public.
I will stop the beating and mutilation of myself, my spouse and my offspring.
I will cease to verbally abuse everybody I meet.
I will not promote the use of/act of; drugs, sex, alcohol, satanism, murder, etc.etc.blahblahblah
You know what? I'm sick of this fucking speech already. They didn't even get everything right. I don't believe in Satan. Fucking morons. They remind me of my grandfather in law.'
Vegeta raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly the whole stage was engulfed in fire. The stage was designed for it to happen, so it was all safe. Vegeta turned around, and clapped once. In the center of the stage, a huge flaming cross rose from below. On it, was Pan. She wore nothing. Her tail was wrapped around her waist, and covered her below the belt. She was suspended from the cross via the large nails through her wrists and feet. Her head was bleeding, and was limp on her shoulders.
The camera's all over the stage zoomed in, and the crowd cheered.
'Is that all you got!?' Vegeta yelled at the audience. 'This concert is going to be released on DVD! It's on Fuckin' TV!! Come on!' The audience roared in answer. Vegeta motioned to Pan. 'Oops. I guess I forgot to take her down after our last fuck. I hope she's alive, or this will be one really crappy concert.' He knew she was alive. The bond they shared was a pure Saiya-jin bond. That meant that they could read each others' thoughts and emotions. 'Oh, and just so that you guys know, when I first screwed her, she was 17! And still a virgin!'
Vegeta walked up to Pan. He held the document he had just read over the flames on the cross, and held it up high as it burned. It quickly burned out, and blew into the wind.
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Meanwhile, at the Vatican...
The Pope was sitting in his room, watching Monty Python re-runs. 'Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!'
He laughed. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a large gang of Cardinals came in. He hastily changed to the GOD channel. One of the Cardinals spoke.
'Sir! Vegeta read the papal bull, and burned it, after crucifying his evil "mate".' The pope shot up.
'This calls for immediate action! To the Pope Mobile!'
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Meanwhile, in another place.......
'Sir!' said the apostle to the leader. 'It's ready!'
The leader chuckled evilly. When he spoke, it sounded as if his voice was the voice of a million damned souls. 'Good! All the foretold signs are coming to pass. The arrival of the evil one, the birth of the three within the one, and the shift in the space time continuum. Now, we will rise, and destroy our enemies!' He cackled insanely.
'Uhh....no sir. I meant, your apple pie is done cooking...The evil one won't arrive for a few more days at least.'
'..........Oh. Well. I'm hungry anyway...'
-----
Back on stage...
Vegeta was taking Pan down from the crucifix. He gave her some clothes and her 1st edition Fender Stratocaster (guitar) signed by many people, including Jimmi Hendrix, Bob Marley and Santana. Pan raised her bloody hands in the air, and got a huge cheer from the audience. She then proceeded to lick the blood from her wounds.
Axel, who had been watching the scene take place, grabbed a set of drum sticks, and walked out on stage. He got in behind his drums (all Vegeta Enterprises brand) and tested them.
Kakaratt saw the two human members of the band, Angela and Matt, about to go out, but she stopped Matt. Angela went out on stage with her bass.
'Matt, look! It's John Lennon!!' she said, pointing behind him. He just smirked at her.
'Kakaratt, I'm not that old. Now, if you'd said Ozzy Osbourne or Marilyn Manson, then maybe-' he was cut short, because Kakaratt punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. Kakaratt grabbed his guitar before it fell to the ground with him, and walked out on stage, cackling madly. She held her hands and head up high, receiving a huge cheer from the crowd. Vegeta and Pan looked mildly surprised, but said nothing. Officially, she wasn't a member of the band, but she played in at least half their concerts on something. Usually keyboards, but sometimes she'd take rhythm. She once tried to replace her mother on lead, but she may as well have been a small kid trying to play Slayer. One time she was even on bongos.
Vegeta approached the mic, and spoke. 'The first song being played tonight is also the first song I ever wrote. Granted, the lyrics are crap, but the music is great. If you want all those dark foreboding poems, wait for a song that my son wrote. This one is called, "When you gotta kill every mother fucker in the room", and was a number one for 11 weeks in this country! The song after that is called "I fucking hate my grandparents in-law". I'm older than them anyway. Either way, they're both dead.' Axel tapped his sticks together 8 times in 1 second, signaling the tempo of the song, before the whole band shot off into music with mind boggling complexity, and at breakneck speeds, the slowest of the sounds being the lesser sound of Angela's base.
The next songs they played were:
Fuck my ex (up the ass), By Vegeta
Drunk on power, By Axel
Pope on dope II, By Kakaratt
Armageddon, By Pan
A Scourge on you, By Axel
Bitter love, By Axel
The Darkest Dark of the Dark Darkness, By Axel
You Say Potato, I say Fuck you, By Vegeta
Women are crap in bed unless they're Saiya-jin, By Vegeta
Raped By The Dead, By Kakaratt
Hells Bells, By Pan
There were, of course, long gaps in between songs, during which Vegeta would muck about on stage. Being recorded for DVD, it had to be good.
Good it was. Among many, many other things, Vegeta had acted out a play he wrote, he screwed Pan out of her mind, blown up a sex doll with TNT, and handed out free condoms. Now, the stage was covered with blood. Every drop of it was Saiya-jin blood, bled freshly. Axel had passed out due to blood loss, and had been carted off stage. Kakaratt was on the floor, in a puddle of her own blood, stoned out of her mind on about a dozen drugs. She had spent the last hour just staring at her hand move back and forth, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Matt had played the last three songs in her place. Matt and Angela were both still un -injured, and were now out in the stadium signing autographs. It was time for the closing song.
The lights dimmed, and a red-tinted spot light shone on Pan and Vegeta, who were sitting at the front of the stage, bleeding into the crowd, many of whom were trying to catch the blood on their tongues as it fell. Pan was lying in Vegeta's arms, almost unconscious due to blood loss and exhaustion. Vegeta had an acoustic 12 string.
'London,' said Vegeta tiredly. 'This has been one of our greatest concerts ever. You are our best audience so far!' The crowd cheered. Vegeta was tired and out of breath. 'Tonight we set many world records, such as the loudest noise ever made, the most real, non-animal blood used on stage, the most curse words ever used on a single DVD, and the largest turnout for a single event, EVER. Did you know that this concert could be heard as far away as Paris? It must be those massive speakers I put on the top of the radar tower a few miles east, facing away from this location. Oops. Forgot to take them down. I expect that there are many grumpy people out who have work tomorrow. If they mouth off to you, punch 'em in the jaw and say it's from me. There is also about 3 gallons of my family's blood on this stage!'
'Our last song this evening, will be a song that I wrote....in commemoration of my people. Those of you who read my autobiography before it was banned, due to it's horrific content, will know that my planet was destroyed 79 years ago today. This song is called 'Home",' said Vegeta, before starting a slow, yet powerful song.
At the end, the crowd cheered so loud that Vegeta couldn't even hear himself talk. He picked up the now passed out Pan, and carried her to the tour bus. He went back, and got Kakaratt and Axel. He said bye to Matt and Angela, and got behind the wheel of the bus, not really planning to go anywhere. He just needed a bit of rest. It was then he noticed Elizabeth, when was next to his son (the only one of his sons that wasn't a disgrace, as far as he was concerned, even though he was the weakest of them all).
'Who are you?' he demanded weakly. 'If you're some whore who wants to fuck my son, go ahead. You're fucking hot!' She blushed ever so slightly.
'I'm Elizabeth. I'm mated and bonded to Axel. We met yesterday.' Vegeta nodded.
'Really? Cool....So....how'd you two meet?'
'I chained him up in a dungeon and tortured him.'
'I see. You must be very good together. Just remember what I say: Never marry someone for their money; you can borrow it much cheaper.' Elizabeth laughed.
'So Vegeta, did you lose enough blood tonight?' she asked, pointing to his many self-inflicted wounds.
'Not enough if I'm still conscious, if you ask me. Would you like some?' he asked, holding out his wrist to her. She looked at him with a look that reflected how she felt: Honored; Grateful; Shocked. She was secretly ectasic about talking to her music idol.
'It would be a great honor to drink your blood. I wonder if it tastes the same as Axel's?' She took his wrist and closed her mouth over it, and began to suck. To many, it would seem an intimate act, but to people who do it regularly with many different people, it was no biggie. Besides, they were family now. After about a minute she desisted. She licked the blood from her lips. 'Yum. It tastes very much the same, only it feels more......powerful. I'd say it's because you're a full blood. Would you like some of mine? I'd feel like I'd cheated you otherwise.' Vegeta shook his head.
'I'm not hungry.'
'Hungry? You mean....you actually get hungry for blood?' she asked.
'Yes,' he replied. 'It's a thing about Saiya-jin anatomy that I've learned. The more powerful one is, the more one has to eat. I'm so powerful that normally, I'd have to eat constantly. I discovered that I only need that much food because of a need for vast quantities of iron, and blood has lots of iron. Therefore, I can subsist almost entirely on blood, needing only human sized portions of food for the rest of my nutrients. It's the same with the rest of my family, though only Axel, Pan and Kakaratt do it. In other words, we are the closest thing on this earth to true vampires.' Elizabeth looked impressed.
'Cool. I can only drink so much blood. Once I drank too much and I got sick. You ever heard of the society for anaemic vampires?' Vegeta raised his eyebrows.
'There's such a group? How pathetic. Next it'll be, the society for haemophiliac blood donors, or a group of anarchists organising a protest.' Suddenly, a noise caught his attention. He was looking at two guys in balaclavas break into a truck. He watched as they started it, and sped off. He would have let them go, but he caught a glimpse of the logo on the truck: Vegeta Enterprises. Its cargo: Anotomically-correct life-sized Vegeta dolls.