Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters or X-men.
Sorry Gie phowah@cs.com for threatening you, but my first fic didn't do very well and I figured I wouldn't waste space. I am going to continue this. Don't even ask how many chapters this is going to be, I have no idea. I know there are a lot of different ways of becoming a werewolf, but I'm an American and I like the "bite of the werewolf theory". Even though I use info from several different legends. Besides, could you see Vegeta doing a ritual, wearing a wolf belt, or eating wolf brains? Well if he was really hungry he might do the last. Yuck! So if you don't like my theory don't read my story. And for those of you who like werewolve stories checkout saurion's "Beast Within Beast Without". It's X-men related, but even if you don't like X-men this story is really good.
Oh! And thanks to all those nice people whom reviewed. J
Lunar Eclipse Chapter 2: The Virus
Bulma had been on the computer all night looking up information on werewolves. She found different information and legends of lycanthropy. She was surprised to find that there were psychological and a physical diseases that were supposedly the origin of the werewolf legend. Most of the legends had men changing when they put on a magic strap or they were born to a werewolf parent. After hours of searching she finally found some references to the bite of a werewolf.
It is not whether the bite of the werewolf infects the victim with some disease, or whether the person bitten must first be under some sort of curse. The source of this confusion is easy to understand. The modern myth of the werewolf may be traced back in substantially the same form to ancient Greece, where it was believed that werewolves were hereditary, and originated from a curse of the gods on particular families or clans…
She continued to search. At least the full moon thing was a constant. She came across a very interesting website with a giant wolf apparently ready to pounce on her. She clicked on it to enter. She quickly read through the though her options, choosing "Bite of the Wolf". She skimmed over the page. A werewolf can change at will or be forced by the moon to do so…silver bullets do not harm a werewolf…When a werewolf is fatally wounded he reverts back to his human form…Werewolves have almost unlimited endurance…lycanthropy is suspected of being hereditary… She stopped when she came to the subheading "Symptoms of Lycanthropy"; she read this section slower. The virus enters the body through the bite and almost instantly starts altering the victims DNA…the victim starts healing after the attack…the person becomes sensitive to all stimuli. That eventually fades as the person gets use to it. The victim begins eating more, preferring raw meat to any other food. Their body hair grows thicker and they acquire the ability to bristle their neck hair when threatened. As the full moon draws closer the person usually becomes restless and irritable.
"Other Interesting Facts about Werewolves"
Werewolves are said to have premonitions in their dreams, even though they're said to be unclear.
The beast is good if the man is good; the beast is evil if the man is evil.
Werewolves, because of their nature, are powerful magic wielders.
The werewolf's coat is the same color as their hair.
She bookmarked the page and walked off to her room. She didn't feel tired, but she knew if she didn't try her mother would get worried. Besides, what else could she do? She was bored and irritated with her search on the net and she had all of her projects done in the lab. She quickly got a shower and went to bed, even though her stomach protested. She fell asleep and dreamed a very strange dream. The same exact one as Vegeta.
Vegeta had trained the rest of the day. He was surprised when his ki jumped up drastically. Vegeta amused him with his new found power for the rest of the day, confident that he would soon go Super Saiyan and defeat Kakkorott. A little alarm went off and informed him that it was breakfast time. He stopped surprised that he had been training that long without becoming fatigued. He strode out of the gravity room and into the kitchen. He stopped eyes wide in awe. Bulma, or who he suspected to be Bulma behind the giant pile of food, was eating in a way that put Kakkarott to shame. The munching sounds stopped and Bulma's head appeared out from behind the mound of munchables. "Konnichi wa Veggie-chan! Are you hungry? Mom's making pancakes, bacon and eggs, blueberry muffins, rice, ham, umm…cereal, cocoa wheats, hot cocoa, sushi, bagels, Pop Tarts…" She kept going on and on. His surprise turned into suspicion. Was she mocking him? But where could she be putting the food. At this angle he could see the floor, and even though he had crumbs on it, it was clean. He noticed she had finished her list and was once again inhaling her food. He took the seat across from her and starting piling his plate with edibles. He looked up and watched her while he was eating, still trying to figure out where she was putting all of this food. Since he had been wished back on this mud ball of a planet he had learned a couple of things about humans. There metabolism was slower than a Saiyans, but their bodies were more efficient with processing food than Saiyans, extracting more nutrients from a single piece of food than a Saiyan could with twenty. They also had less muscle mass, which made them need fewer pounds of meat to repair them. And the numero uno reason they ate less was because they didn't do much to burn up calories and rip muscles. But even Yamcha and Krillian ate less than Bulma was now. He decided to hurry up and eat so that he could go interrogate the onna's father and see what was up.
"Oh, and Vegeta, dad wants to see us when we're done." He just growled in reply. What in the world was she so cheerful about anyway?
They both finished up at the same time and they both headed of for the Med. Lab. Dr. Briefs greeted them and lead them into a little room, quickly shutting the door and motioning them to sit down. Vegeta refused and stood against the wall.
"How are you two feeling." Vegeta hmphed and Bulma replied that she was feeling fine. "Good. That organism I told you about yesterday is definately foreign. Both of you have it in your blood. It doesn't seem to be hurting you or making you sick. I've spoken to several experts on rare diseases and they're baffled by it. They're passing on the information we have about it in hopes that someone has came across something like this before. So far there has been no luck. If either start feeling strange or start getting more symptoms, come to me immediately. You both seem healthy enough, but it's best not to take any chances." Vegeta just stood there scowling, while Bulma nodded looking a little worried.
"What about the dog? Did they find it?" Bulma asked.
"They lost site of it and when they tried to scent it the dogs went crazy. They didn't want to follow it. So, no they did not find it."
"Are they still searching for it? I mean, what if it bites other people and starts an epidemic?" Bulma's voice carried a slight note of hysteria.
"They've searched the area and are checking out every dog attack in the area. No one who was bitten carries that microbe in their blood." He showed Bulma the reports and charts. She skimmed through them quickly.
"And here is the information of the pathogen in your blood." She read slower, taking in as much information as possible.
"So it's fusing with our DNA?" Dr. Briefs nodded. Bulma was about to ask a question when her stomach interrupted her. She looked up at the clock. Two hours since she had eaten.
"Sorry Dad, but I'm famished. Gotta go." She got up, turned around, and unceremoniously slammed into Vegeta's chest. She had completely forgotten that he was there. "Move!" She snapped, easily flinging the Saiyan no Ouji across the room. Dr. Briefs and Vegeta looked at Bulma in amazement.
"Hmm…seems to increase your strength," Dr. Briefs mumbled as he walked over to his computer and added more information into his computer. Vegeta got up and headed out the door, his pride hurt. Bulma just burst into a fit of laughter, eventually collapsing to the floor holding her ribs. She regretted not having a camera, the look on the Saiyans face had been priceless.
Will Vegeta ever forgive Bulma? Will they ever figure out what the mysterious pathogen is?
Next Chapter: Dr. Lobo
Oh, and if there are any good werewolf stories tell me about them, I've only found one. L
