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. Hey thank you all for your
reviews but enough of me on to the story...
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Craving
Trunks had spent two centuries hunting his beloved brother, but he never fully recovered from
the shock of Vegeta's turning. Finally after countless battles in which neither was victorious,
he made the decision to lock his brother in the earth for all eternity. Trunks had chased Vegeta
throughout the world; their final disagreement took place on Japan a city rampant with vampires
and wickedness. After the terrible battle in the cemetery, where both of them suffered
horrendous wounds and loss of blood, he waited until Vegeta was lying unintentionally in the
earth, and then he bound Vegeta to him, forcing him to remain there. The struggle was not over,
yet it was the solution Trunks could think of. He was tired and alone without comfort of any
kind. He wanted rest, yet he could not seek the dawn until Vegeta was fully destroyed. It was
a terrible fate he had chosen, dead, yet not dead, buried for all time, but Trunks could think
of no other way, nothing should have disturbed them, yet something had. Something had moved the
earth above their heads.
Trunks had no idea how much time had passed while he had rested in the earth, yet his body was
starved for blood. He knew his skin was gray and drawn tight over his skeleton like that of an
old man. At once, as he burst into the air, he clothed himself, adding a long hooded cape to
hide his appearance while he hunted through the city. Just that small action drained the energy
from his wizened body. He needed blood desperately. He was so weak he nearly fell from the sky.
As he settled to the ground, he stared in astonishment at the huge contraptions that had
disturbed the sleep of the centuries. Those contraptions, so alien to him, had awakened a demon
so dangers and deadly the world could never comprehend its power. Those contraptions had
unleashed that demon of death upon the present world. Trunks took a deep breath, inhaled the
night. At once he was assaulted by so many smells, his starving body could barely assimilate
them all.
Hunger ate at his very being not showing any mercy, obstinately, and he realized with a sinking
heart. He was so close to turning he had precious little control. When he was forced to feed,
the demon in his would rise. Nevertheless he had no real choice in the matter. He had to have
sustenance to hunt. If he did not hunt Vegeta, protect humans and Saiyans all, who would?
Trunks drew the thick cloak closer around his body as he staggered through the graveyard. He
could see where the machines had disturbed the earth. Apparently the gravesites wee being dug
up. He found the spot, just outside the sanctified ground, where the soul had boiled up out of
the earth as Vegeta raised. A moment he sank sown on his knees to bury both hands in the dirt.
Vegeta. His brother. He bowed his head in sorrow. How often had they shared knowledge? Shared
battles? Blood? Nearly three thousand years they had been together, fought for their people,
hunted the undead and killed them. Now how was alone. Vegeta was the legendary warrior, the
greatest of their people, yet he had fallen as so many had before him. Trunks would have bet his
life that his brother would never have succumbed to the dark whisper of power.
Trunks stood up slowly and began to walk toward the street. The ling years that had gone by had
changed the world. Everything was so different. He understood none of it. He was so confused
of the sites before him. He touched their minds briefly. They thought him an
"old homeless man," perhaps a drunk or even insane. No one looked his way; no one wanted to see
him. He was shriveled, his skin gray. He drew the long cloak even closer, hiding his withered
body within.
Hunger assailed his senses so that his fangs exploded in his mouth and dripped with anticipation
of a feast. He needed nourishment now. Stumbling, almost blind, he continued along the streets.
Lights were blazing from above. It was not the city he remembered or with which he was
comfortable.
He should have caught the nearest prey and fed voraciously to bring him instant strength, but the
read of being unable to stop himself was piercing through his mind. He must not allow the beast
to control him. He had sworn duty to his people, to the human race, but most importantly his
beloved brother. Vegeta had been his hero, the one he placed above all others. They taken a
vow together and he would honor it as Vegeta would have done for him. No other hunter would be
allowed to destroy his brother; it was his task alone and he alone.
The smell of blood was overpowering. It beat at him with the same intensity as his hunger. The
sound of it rushing through veins, ebbing and flowing, filled with life, taunting him. In his
present state of weakness hi would be unable to control his prey, to keep his victims calm. That
would only add to the power of the demon rising.
"Sir, may I help you in some way? Are you ill?" It was the most beautiful voice he had ever
heard. She spoke in flawless Japanese. To his amazement, her words brought him comfort, as if
her voice alone could soothe him.
Trunks shuddered. The last thing he wanted was to feast on an innocent woman. Without looking
at her, he shook his head and continued walking. He was so weak he stumbled against her. She
was tall and slender and surprisingly strong. Immediately she wrapped her arm around him,
ignoring his musty, dirty odor. The moment she touched him he felt a sense of peace seeping into
his tortured soul. The insistent hunger he felt lessened and ling as she was touching him, he
felt a appearance of control.
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Who is this woman?
So how was that I will update as soon as possible ok.
Review
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. Hey thank you all for your
reviews but enough of me on to the story...
`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
Craving
Trunks had spent two centuries hunting his beloved brother, but he never fully recovered from
the shock of Vegeta's turning. Finally after countless battles in which neither was victorious,
he made the decision to lock his brother in the earth for all eternity. Trunks had chased Vegeta
throughout the world; their final disagreement took place on Japan a city rampant with vampires
and wickedness. After the terrible battle in the cemetery, where both of them suffered
horrendous wounds and loss of blood, he waited until Vegeta was lying unintentionally in the
earth, and then he bound Vegeta to him, forcing him to remain there. The struggle was not over,
yet it was the solution Trunks could think of. He was tired and alone without comfort of any
kind. He wanted rest, yet he could not seek the dawn until Vegeta was fully destroyed. It was
a terrible fate he had chosen, dead, yet not dead, buried for all time, but Trunks could think
of no other way, nothing should have disturbed them, yet something had. Something had moved the
earth above their heads.
Trunks had no idea how much time had passed while he had rested in the earth, yet his body was
starved for blood. He knew his skin was gray and drawn tight over his skeleton like that of an
old man. At once, as he burst into the air, he clothed himself, adding a long hooded cape to
hide his appearance while he hunted through the city. Just that small action drained the energy
from his wizened body. He needed blood desperately. He was so weak he nearly fell from the sky.
As he settled to the ground, he stared in astonishment at the huge contraptions that had
disturbed the sleep of the centuries. Those contraptions, so alien to him, had awakened a demon
so dangers and deadly the world could never comprehend its power. Those contraptions had
unleashed that demon of death upon the present world. Trunks took a deep breath, inhaled the
night. At once he was assaulted by so many smells, his starving body could barely assimilate
them all.
Hunger ate at his very being not showing any mercy, obstinately, and he realized with a sinking
heart. He was so close to turning he had precious little control. When he was forced to feed,
the demon in his would rise. Nevertheless he had no real choice in the matter. He had to have
sustenance to hunt. If he did not hunt Vegeta, protect humans and Saiyans all, who would?
Trunks drew the thick cloak closer around his body as he staggered through the graveyard. He
could see where the machines had disturbed the earth. Apparently the gravesites wee being dug
up. He found the spot, just outside the sanctified ground, where the soul had boiled up out of
the earth as Vegeta raised. A moment he sank sown on his knees to bury both hands in the dirt.
Vegeta. His brother. He bowed his head in sorrow. How often had they shared knowledge? Shared
battles? Blood? Nearly three thousand years they had been together, fought for their people,
hunted the undead and killed them. Now how was alone. Vegeta was the legendary warrior, the
greatest of their people, yet he had fallen as so many had before him. Trunks would have bet his
life that his brother would never have succumbed to the dark whisper of power.
Trunks stood up slowly and began to walk toward the street. The ling years that had gone by had
changed the world. Everything was so different. He understood none of it. He was so confused
of the sites before him. He touched their minds briefly. They thought him an
"old homeless man," perhaps a drunk or even insane. No one looked his way; no one wanted to see
him. He was shriveled, his skin gray. He drew the long cloak even closer, hiding his withered
body within.
Hunger assailed his senses so that his fangs exploded in his mouth and dripped with anticipation
of a feast. He needed nourishment now. Stumbling, almost blind, he continued along the streets.
Lights were blazing from above. It was not the city he remembered or with which he was
comfortable.
He should have caught the nearest prey and fed voraciously to bring him instant strength, but the
read of being unable to stop himself was piercing through his mind. He must not allow the beast
to control him. He had sworn duty to his people, to the human race, but most importantly his
beloved brother. Vegeta had been his hero, the one he placed above all others. They taken a
vow together and he would honor it as Vegeta would have done for him. No other hunter would be
allowed to destroy his brother; it was his task alone and he alone.
The smell of blood was overpowering. It beat at him with the same intensity as his hunger. The
sound of it rushing through veins, ebbing and flowing, filled with life, taunting him. In his
present state of weakness hi would be unable to control his prey, to keep his victims calm. That
would only add to the power of the demon rising.
"Sir, may I help you in some way? Are you ill?" It was the most beautiful voice he had ever
heard. She spoke in flawless Japanese. To his amazement, her words brought him comfort, as if
her voice alone could soothe him.
Trunks shuddered. The last thing he wanted was to feast on an innocent woman. Without looking
at her, he shook his head and continued walking. He was so weak he stumbled against her. She
was tall and slender and surprisingly strong. Immediately she wrapped her arm around him,
ignoring his musty, dirty odor. The moment she touched him he felt a sense of peace seeping into
his tortured soul. The insistent hunger he felt lessened and ling as she was touching him, he
felt a appearance of control.
`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~~``~~``~~``~~``~~
Who is this woman?
So how was that I will update as soon as possible ok.
Review