He woke deep within the ground, and the first stir he felt was hunger. An overwhelming
hunger for blood that demanded satisfaction. But as he hunted the dark streets of Japan for
pray, a voice called to him, comforting, calming, and giving him the strength to control his
craving. This is a Trunks and Pan fan fiction. Base on the story dark Legends.
Craving
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Chapter one...
Confused, he woke deep within the ground. The first sensation he felt was hunger. It was no
ordinary hunger, but a gut wrenching, skin crawling need. He was starving, every cell
in his body demanded nourishment. He lay there in silence while his hunger stabbed at him.
Fear aroused him. Not only fear for his soul but fear for saiyans and humans alike.
What dared to disturb his sleep? More specially, had it disturbed Vegeta's sleep? Trunks had
locked Vegeta into the earth, centuries ago. If he had disturbed by the same movements above
the ground, then there was always a chanced that he woken up before Trunks had the strength
to think to stop him.
How long have he been on the earth? Above him, he sensed the sun setting, which meant the
creatures of the night were coming out.
Trunks felt his heart slow down its paced. He had waited too long, spent too much time trying
to get his bearings, and still trying to shake the clouds of confusion from in his head. Vegeta
was rising. Vegeta's need for prey would be as great as his own. There was no way to stop him
while Trunks was so weak.
Trunks burst through the layers of earth where he lain buried for so ling, where he had
purposely slumbered, choosing to bury himself in the ground as he locked Vegeta to him. The
fight in Japan cemetery had been a ling, disgusting battle, Both Trunks and Vegeta had
sustained grave wounds, wounds that should have killed them. Vegeta had gone to ground just
outside the sanctified burial ground of the ancient graveyard while Trunks had sought haven
within it. Trunks had been tired of the long centuries of depressing darkness, the black empty
void of his existence.
He did not have he luxury of choosing to walk into the dawn as most of his kind did. There was
Vegeta. His brother. Vegeta was strong and brilliant, always the leader. There was no one else
skilled enough, powerful enough to hunt and destroy Vegeta. Then there was Trunks who spent
several lifetimes following where Vegeta led, hunting the vampire, the undead with him, relying
on his sense in battle. There had been no other like Vegeta, none as brilliant at hunting the
vampire, the scourge of their race. Vegeta had a gift. Yet Vegeta had finally succumbed to the
dark whisper of power, the insidious call of blood lust. Vegeta had given his soul, choosing
the way of the damned, turning into the very monster he had hunted for centuries.
The vampire.
hunger for blood that demanded satisfaction. But as he hunted the dark streets of Japan for
pray, a voice called to him, comforting, calming, and giving him the strength to control his
craving. This is a Trunks and Pan fan fiction. Base on the story dark Legends.
Craving
`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
Chapter one...
Confused, he woke deep within the ground. The first sensation he felt was hunger. It was no
ordinary hunger, but a gut wrenching, skin crawling need. He was starving, every cell
in his body demanded nourishment. He lay there in silence while his hunger stabbed at him.
Fear aroused him. Not only fear for his soul but fear for saiyans and humans alike.
What dared to disturb his sleep? More specially, had it disturbed Vegeta's sleep? Trunks had
locked Vegeta into the earth, centuries ago. If he had disturbed by the same movements above
the ground, then there was always a chanced that he woken up before Trunks had the strength
to think to stop him.
How long have he been on the earth? Above him, he sensed the sun setting, which meant the
creatures of the night were coming out.
Trunks felt his heart slow down its paced. He had waited too long, spent too much time trying
to get his bearings, and still trying to shake the clouds of confusion from in his head. Vegeta
was rising. Vegeta's need for prey would be as great as his own. There was no way to stop him
while Trunks was so weak.
Trunks burst through the layers of earth where he lain buried for so ling, where he had
purposely slumbered, choosing to bury himself in the ground as he locked Vegeta to him. The
fight in Japan cemetery had been a ling, disgusting battle, Both Trunks and Vegeta had
sustained grave wounds, wounds that should have killed them. Vegeta had gone to ground just
outside the sanctified burial ground of the ancient graveyard while Trunks had sought haven
within it. Trunks had been tired of the long centuries of depressing darkness, the black empty
void of his existence.
He did not have he luxury of choosing to walk into the dawn as most of his kind did. There was
Vegeta. His brother. Vegeta was strong and brilliant, always the leader. There was no one else
skilled enough, powerful enough to hunt and destroy Vegeta. Then there was Trunks who spent
several lifetimes following where Vegeta led, hunting the vampire, the undead with him, relying
on his sense in battle. There had been no other like Vegeta, none as brilliant at hunting the
vampire, the scourge of their race. Vegeta had a gift. Yet Vegeta had finally succumbed to the
dark whisper of power, the insidious call of blood lust. Vegeta had given his soul, choosing
the way of the damned, turning into the very monster he had hunted for centuries.
The vampire.