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Chapter 2: A Look into the Present

Present day

The city streets teamed with early nightlife; teens going to clubs, prostitutes greeting customers, and the older residents heading out to a nice dinner across town. These were the times Vegeta loved best, when they least reminded him of when and where he came from. His black duster swung as he walked, revealing black combat boots half covered by dark blue jeans and a black button down shirt. He looked the part of a normal 21st century male going out to meet someone on a early spring night. Key word, he thought, looked. Truth was he wasn't doing anything but walking the streets, trying feel like he belonged somewhere in the crowds of people on the street.

He didn't, and he knew it. He belonged no where near a Metropolitan city street, let alone walking along one like he was born and bred on the streets. He belonged in Egypt. The hot sand, the desert oases, the life giving Nile, the scorching sun; the place he left long ago because of the memories that haunted him there. He sighed and ran a tanned hand through his jet back flamed hair as he stepped into one of the local night clubs. He mentally scanned the room, Kakkarot was here, so was Krillin, and someone else he couldn't quite put a finger on. He frowned, he could swear he knew that feeling, but something was deferent about it. He ignored it as he spotted Kakkarot and Krillin.

They were leaning up against the bar. Spotting him before Krillin, Kakkarot called out to him,"Vegeta! Glad you could make it."

"Shut up." He turned to Krillin, "Baldy, did you find the incantations?"

Krillin looked sheepishly at the floor, "Yeah, but-"

"But what?" Vegeta asked venomously. They had been looking for the damned incantations for the last several centuries. Taken from them after Buruma's death they were lost in the burning of the Library of Alexandria a three hundred years later during the end of the Ptolemy dynasty, then lost in the Middle Ages and now they had turned up in a museum conveniently in town and there was a 'but'?

"They're in a private collection; we won't have any access to them."

"That's it?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.

Krillin looked up cautiously, "Yeah..."

"You are truly an idiot, after all these years-centuries-you think we can't gain access to them?"

Kakkarot spoke up, "He said private, Vegeta, no invitation, no entry. We need someone to invite us in, particularly the owner."

Vegeta and Krillin stared, never in all the centuries they had known each other had Kakkarot ever said anything remotely intelligent outside of battle strategies. Kakkarot looked at them blankly, "What'd I say?"

Vegeta's face dropped, a moment of mental glory and then that. Well, times change, people don't. Even if they are vampires.

Earlier, Across Town

Punch. Kick. Kick. Block. Punch. Duck! The blow her mother dealt her had been lower than she expected and she fell on the floor of the patio outside of the house she and her mother shared. She laid on the brick breathing hard, aqua hair spread out behind her head in a fan of color, her mother came into her vision, "Bulma, what have I told you about blocking an attack like that? You can't just duck a punch like that."

The dark haired woman helped her up, silver eyes looked into her blue ones, "Bulma, I'm serious, most vampires detest half-lings like you. They ridicule their vampire parent, me, for letting you live to see the light of the moon."

"Mom, I'm not about to be pushed around by some punk vampire. There aren't even any around here!", This is what always happened when they trained together, Bulma would get lectured on how hard it was for her to be a half-ling, when the only person who knew besides her mother and herself was her best friend Chi-chi, who was a normal girl.

Her mother sighed as her beeper went off," I have to go to the museum; they just got the documents in from India. Can you believe they found six thousand year old Egyptian texts in India? They're older than I am!"

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Nope, can't believe it."

"Don't be so enthusiastic," Her mother said walking inside the house, Bulma following behind, "It's a great find, it's supposed to be the ancient texts that were meant to be used to bring back the consort of what's-his-name, oh I always forget it, anyway it was supposed to bring back the would-be queen of Egypt. Actually now that I think of it, according to other texts and tomb drawings you two look like the same person, the resemblance is uncanny."

Bulma sat on the living room couch, "Mom, your scaring me."

"Alright, alright, I have to go, anyway. Don't stay up too late, and -"

"Don't invite anyone in. Mom, I know this, you can go now."

"Happy Birthday, baby."

"Thanks, Mother. You can go."

Her mother looked at her rolled her eyes and walked out the door shutting it behind her. Bulma slid into a slouching position on the couch. Having your mother as a vampire was ten times worse than having what was considered a 'normal' mother. She knew a lot about her mother's past; she was born in the early 1900's and was in her prime in the 1920's, a flapper to the core (only she couldn't bring herself to cut her hair short) during prohibition, she mixed in with some of the wrong gang and ended up a vampire. Her mother learned fast as a vampire. She found out some vampires could go into the light and some couldn't, some could pass as human, some couldn't, some were sensitive to religious paraphernalia and some couldn't stand to look at it, it depended on which type of vampire ancestors you had, almost like genetics. Most of the next sixty years her mother spent wandering around switching jobs as necessary until she met Bulma's father, a student at the local university. She settled down after that, living a semi-normal life with her husband and baby. When Bulma was three her father died of cancer, Bulma's mother never really got over it.

Sighing Bulma looked around the eclectically furnished room, museum pieces were everywhere. Her home might as well be a museum. She was bored. She walked to the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone, might as well talk to Chi.

The phone rang twice before she answered, "Hello?"

"Hey Chi."

"Bulma, what are you still doing home? I thought Yamcha was taking you clubbing tonight for your birthday?"

Bulma's eyes widened, she had totally forgot, "Chi, want to come over? He said he'd be here at nine…at least I think it was nine, and it's about seven now."

"Yup, I'm coming."

Two hours later the two walked down the stairs and opened the front door to greet Yamcha. He smiled, standing there in kakis and a light green polo, "Hey girls. Chi, are you coming too?"

Chi-chi mentally smirked, if he thought he was getting alone time with her birthday, he was sadly mistaken, "Yup."

Yamcha's face dropped for a split second, but then went back to smiling. The smile didn't reach his eyes, "Alright, get in the car, we have partying to do."

They piled into his beat up Honda and drove off into the night.

A pair of red eyes glared at the retreating car. So it was true, Freeza thought smiling evilly, the bitch had been reincarnated. He couldn't let Vegeta find out, for fear that would be the one reason that he needed to kill him. He would have to kill her, and soon, the sun rose in eight hours. Time was ticking.