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A/n: Hey everybody! I finally got the next chapter to this story done for my 1-year-anniversery! And the crowds go wild!
Hawk: **sarcastically** Yay…
Raven: Where's Meliah?
Hawk: No idea…**looks nervous**
Raven: Oh well! Thanks to my reviewers!
Jester Fraser, Risen-Corruption, and Isis the Vampire Queen
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Coven of the Vampire Saiyans
Chapter 2: Immortal HateA lithe figure darted through the dark trees of the forest. To the untrained eye the passing form would have seemed to be a mere illusion created by forest itself, but it was really something more frightening than any illusion. The image was really a vampire named Bulma. A large cottage appeared between the monstrous trees; it loomed in the darkness like some terrible beast just waiting to gobble up the next passerby. The female vampire rapped sharply on the door and let herself in. "Arren? Arren, are you here?" she called into the dimly lit house. "Damn…"
A woman, no older looking than Bulma, appeared in the nearest hallway looking confused. She had long brown hair that fell to the middle of her back and icy blue eyes that penetrated the darkness. "Bulma?" the woman asked sounding utterly confused. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for your father, have you seen him?" the aqua-haired woman at the door asked.
"He's out hunting with Prean and Stenieris… Why?"
"Damn…" Bulma looked slightly thoughtful then added, "Meliah, make sure Santanninjou doesn't come over until midnight tomorrow. Take her hunting or something…"
"Why?" Meliah asked suspiciously. "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing that is of your concern. I'll see you tomorrow night." With that Bulma was out the door and heading back in the direction she came from.
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"Who was that woman that brought me here?" Vegeta asked the vampire he now knew as Kakarotto. It turned out that Kakarotto, or Goku as he was called here, was the missing son of the famous Bardock the Prophet.
"That was Bulma," Kakarotto replied.
The Saiyan Prince growled at this, "I assumed that, but what was she before she was a vampire? What class?
"Oh, that's what you meant… Bulma has always been a vampire; she was born one."
"So she's the queen then? I thought she said-"
"No, the queen is Ayania. It's her you wanna watch out for. Her and Meliah and Santanninjou. Those three are scary, aren't they Chi?" The vampire goofball turned to his mate for support.
"Goku, you shouldn't say things like that about those two! They're higher up in the coven than us!" ChiChi replied angrily.
"Well it's true! I'm a vampire and I'm afraid of them! I can't imagine what they would be like to a mortal…"
The conversation would have continued, but right at that moment Bulma burst through the front door.
"Doon yi glir not?" ChiChi screeched as she picked up the bottle Gohan had dropped when the door flew open.
"Ka, bon jun lav," Bulma replied. "Vegeta, let's go. We've got a long way to travel."
"Ko!" ChiChi yelled at the aqua-haired woman, "salan cihan!"
Bulma gave the raven-haired woman a nasty look before stepping out into the dark, followed closely by Vegeta.
"What on Vegetasei did she say to you?" the prince asked as they ran swiftly through the trees.
The female vampire ignored the question and began moving even faster through the woods.
"Where are we going?" Vegeta attempted.
"You ask too many questions…" she replied. "This is it…" Bulma had stopped in a seemingly empty clearing. Before Vegeta could ask what exactly "it" was she answered him as if reading his mind. "This is home."
The prince squinted into the dark, and he could now faintly make out the shadowy outline of a rather large building.
"Stay close…" she muttered heading towards the silent building hiding in the shadows.
He let out a snort of amusement, "What could possibly touch me here?"
"There are things in this forest that would try to harm you…" she replied in a cryptic whisper.
Vegeta let out a great bark of laughter, "You forget that I am the Legendary. Nothing in your pathetic forest would stand a chance against me…"
If the Saiyan prince's ego hadn't been blocking out all sound he would have heard Bulma mutter to herself, "You obviously haven't met my little sister…" The vampire and the Saiyan reached what appeared to be the side door of the large house. They stepped inside and Bulma disappeared into the blackness of the room. Vegeta barely messed her presence before a dull glow appeared and revealed the contents of the room he was standing in. Everything around him seemed to be made of dark wood that emanated darkness much like the trees from outside. The only thing that stuck out in the room was the milky white face of the vampire Bulma. Now, with the glimmer of the candle in her hand, Vegeta noticed how strangely pale she really was. There was something else as well, something he hadn't noticed before. In the dim light she suddenly seemed more beautiful than he remembered. The flame of the single candle danced making her eyes sparkle like blue diamonds. "Come…" she said in a small voice. She turned back around and headed toward a set of staircases. One led up to what Vegeta assumed was the second floor, and the other led down toward the basement. The vampire began to head down the descending staircase into the gloom. Vegeta followed closely behind and stayed ever alert of something that may jump out of the shadows at him. At the bottom of the stairs there was a dark corridor lined with open doors. The contents of each room were barely visible from the passageway that the vampire and the Saiyan were walking down. All of the rooms had large four-poster beds with thick hangings draping down to the floor. Every one of the rooms seemed fairly large and magnificent, but the vampire continued to lead the Saiyan prince down the hall. They were near the end of the corridor when she finally stopped. "This is it…"
Vegeta expected to see a very magnificent room that was better than all of the others, but it was exactly the same as the rest. There was a large four-poster bed in the center of the room, a few pieces of furniture, and absolutely no windows.
"This is your room. You'll stay here tonight, and until you decide that you're going to move somewhere else. I'll tell you all the details of living here tomorrow, but right now…" Bulma stepped toward the Saiyan prince and placed her hands on his shoulders. "This may hurt a for a little while, but I really don't know how long…"
The Saiyan prince's eyes reflected his confusion at her words, but as he opened his mouth to ask what she meant her head swooped in. He felt two stinging pricks in his skin as her mouth clamped down on the side of his neck. Suddenly it felt as if all of his strength was being sucked out of his body through the tiny holes in his neck. Vegeta's heart began pumping at insane pace to keep up with all of the loss of the blood pouring out his neck; he wouldn't give up, he couldn't give up. With that thought the pain suddenly stopped and he collapsed to the ground. The prince drew in deep, ragged breaths in what seemed an attempt to replace the lost blood with air. He didn't even notice as Bulma cleaned the blood off of her mouth with her fingers and tongue.
She knelt down next to him and waited for him to look up at her. The female vampire waited with a godly amount of patience for Vegeta was not going to look up at her. He simply wanted her to go away and leave him to die in peace, but she would not. Bulma kneeled in front of him and watched him patiently. When he could longer take her stares Vegeta looked up to find her less pale and with a brighter sparkle in her eyes; she looked more human. Once he had looked up Bulma brought her right wrist to her mouth and slowly sunk her teeth into it. After she had pulled her lips away from it the wound immediately began to spill blood. "Open your mouth," she whispered softly, and he did so. With that she placed her wrist to his mouth and let the blood drip slowly in. After a few seconds she pulled away, and stood up. "That's all you'll need tonight. Get up Vegeta. It's going to be a long night for you. You don't want to spend it on the floor." She helped the Saiyan prince to his feet and led him the side of his bed. Once he had settled onto the soft bed she turned and left the room, "Goodnight little prince…" The door gave a resounding click that let the prince know that it was now closed.
On the bed Vegeta lay completely and just listened to the night. Everything around him seemed to be much more defined, and he could suddenly see in the dark much better than he could before. It was then that he noticed that the hangings on his bed were a deep blue, and the wooden furniture was a deep brown color and not black. The world suddenly held a new light and a new magnificence for him. There was only one thing wrong; it felt as if he were being torn apart from the inside out. It was the worst pain he had ever felt. What had the woman said? That it would only hurt for a while? The best idea was probably just to let the pain fade away, but as the night went on the pain got ever worse. Vegeta's body began to jerk in extreme pain every few minutes. He could see now why the woman didn't want him to sleep on the floor; with all the jerking and shuddering the floor wouldn't have been a very comfortable place. The prince tried to ignore the pain, and as the night wore on it seemed to get slightly better and the Saiyan prince finally fell into a deep, dead-like sleep.
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When Vegeta opened his eyes again the room held more light than it had the night before, and for some odd reason the brightness seemed to sting at his eyes. Shielding his eyes from the light he rolled over and attempted to fall asleep.
"I'd get up if I were you…" a female voice said.
The prince rolled back over and squinted through the light to see who was in his room. It was Bulma, and she was placing clothing on top of his bureau. "Why?" he groaned trying to block out the light.
"Because my sister and my niece will be here soon, and you don't want to be asleep when they find you…" she replied, now placing the clothing into the drawers of the bureau.
Vegeta sat up and moved to the side of the bed, "You have a sister too? I can't believe the vampires turned all three of you into vampires… Are your parents vampires as well?"
"My mother is…"
"And your father?"
"Dead." Bulma was now pulling clothes out of the drawers. "Put these on," she said throwing him a dark shirt and a pair of black pants.
"How?" Vegeta asked catching the clothes.
Bulma turned around and gave him an odd look, "Don't tell me you don't know how to change your own clothing…"
"No, how did your father die?"
"Oh! I think my mother killed him…"
"Your mother killed your father?"
"Probably. Though she may have let him live… Our legend had to start somewhere… But it may have started with Arren's father… I don't really know… But either way, my father is dead now…"
Vegeta pulled his armor over his head and tossed it on the ground next to him, "Arren?"
"My brother," she replied turning her back to the changing prince. "I don't really know who his father was though… I don't know who my sister's father is either. I don't really think my mother knows either…"
"So all three of you have different fathers?" the prince asked as he pulled the dark shirt over his head.
"Yes…"
"Your mother must not have been very picky about whom she mated with before she became a vampire."
"Before? My mother was born a vampire. So was I, and so were my brother and sister. Most vampires are born, not created. Haven't you heard the legend of our Coven?"
"I know that the queen was the first to be born a vampire."
"Yes, my mother was the first."
"Your mother? You mean? You're a princess of the Vampires?"
"I guess… Are you about done changing?"
"Oh, yes."
Bulma turned back around to face him, "We'd better go upstairs now. It's about eight o' clock. You'll probably want to go hunting now. I doubt my sister and my niece would allow you to take any of what you capture. They're like that… I suppose I should go with you…"
"Hunting?"
"Yes, my sister and my niece are coming over to take you on your first hunting trip into the city. Of course, they don't know that yet… And I'm sure they won't be too pleased with the idea…"
"Your sister and your cousin, what are their names?" he asked wondering what these two could be like.
She started up the stairs, " My sister's name is Santanninjou, and my niece is Meliah…"
"Meliah and Santanninjou? I think Kakarotto warned me about them… Are they dangerous or something?"
The vampire princess chuckled, "Kakarotto warned you about them did he? Yes, he would know wouldn't he? Well, putting it as simply as possible, they don't like mortals."
"But I'm not-"
"In my sister's eyes you are mortal until you prove yourself to be otherwise. Meliah is simply a younger version of Santanninjou; she was practically raised by her. They're more alike than any other two vampires in this forest. The only difference is Santanninjou is the better hunter, but she's been around longer."
"So where are we going hunting? Somewhere in the forest?"
"No, we can live off of animals, but only in desperate situations. You'll go hunting in the city. You probably should cover your face until you would have died if you were alive."
"What?"
"You're immortal now. If you go out into the city people will recognize you and follow you. We can't chance someone finding any of our homes during the day. It would be the end of us." She led him into a large kitchen where a young woman was chopping vegetables with a large knife.
"Good morning Bulma. Who's your friend?" the young woman asked, tucking a strand of light brown hair behind her ear.
"Good morning Prean. This is Vegeta," Bulma replied as she pulled plates from the cupboard.
"Vegeta? As in Prince Vegeta?" Prean set down her knife and turned to look at the prince. "Yes, it is him. Stenieris will be excited to know that we have a prince living in the house. Is he staying for good?"
"I'm not sure yet," she replied now pulling silverware out of one of the drawers. "That really depends on how he does on his first hunting trip with Santan and Meliah."
The young woman turned on Bulma, "You don't mean to tell me that you're sending the prince out with those two monsters on his first hunting trip?"
"Of course he's going with them on the first trip, and you shouldn't talk about Meliah like that. She is your sister after all."
"Just because she's my sister does not mean that I have to put up with her hostile attitude to the Vampire Saiyans."
"Yes, well if you wouldn't have made your father kick her out of the house when you were younger she wouldn't have turned out the way she did."
"You cannot pin that on me! Arren kicked her out of the house on his own! He's the one that made the decision to throw her out of the house when she entered the Council."
Bulma rolled her eyes and took the plates and silverware out to the dining room. "Vegeta, come help me set the table."
Vegeta followed her out into the adjacent room. "What was that all about?"
"She's Meliah's sister, Prean. They don't get along well…"
"Why are we setting the table? I thought we were going hunting…"
"The mortals will be down for dinner soon. As soon as they go to sleep we'll eat. We can't have them screaming when we kill them, can we?"
"Kill them? Mortals? Why are there mortals here?"
"You ask to many questions…"
"But-" Vegeta would have continued to ask Bulma all of his questions about his new world, but he was violently interrupted by the sound of a door slamming open.
"Damn…" the blue-eyed vampire muttered under her breath. "I told them not to come until midnight…"
"Bulma!" a female voice yelled loudly from the front door. The sound of someone tromping heavily across the house's wooden floors came from the darkened hallway.
The vampire princess set a plate down on the dinner table, "In here Santan…"
The sound of the footsteps came closer to the dining room before wooden door slammed open and a tall dark haired woman stormed in. "Why the hell did you tell Meliah to make sure I didn't show up here until midnight?" Small strands of the woman's long, dark hair were falling into her eyes as they escaped the tie that held her hair away from her face.
Bulma's eyes scanned the floor, "You found out about that, huh?"
The woman, who seemed oblivious to Vegeta's presence, glared at the shorter aqua-haired woman. From what Vegeta could see this woman was a Saiyan, or at least she had been at one time. Her skin was slightly darker than all of the other vampires he had met, and her eyes were so dark that Vegeta was sure that they were black. "So you admit it? Why? What are you hiding?"
The shorter woman seemed to regain her original cool attitude because she suddenly looked up and glared at the tall vampire. "Listen Santanninjou, you have no right to break in here and question me on my motives! I have shit I've got to do, and you have no right to think that I am hiding something!"
'So this is Santanninjou…' Vegeta thought to himself. While he was trying to figure out how this Saiyan could possibly be related to Bulma the two female vampires continued to argue.
"You're not hiding anything? I know you Bulma, you don't tell Meliah to stop me from doing anything unless you're trying to hide something, now what is it?"
"Nothing! You still don't listen to me! You never listened to me! That's why you always got into so much trouble when we were younger! Why do you think that mortal almost killed you? You didn't listen to me! You just had to go and kill his family and leave him to suffer with the pain, didn't you? Didn't you? And because you had to go and be stupid about it he showed up here during the day and tried to kill you in your sleep!"
"That was just a mistake!" Santanninjou roared in reply. "And if you're not hiding anything who in the name of the gods is he?!"
Vegeta was jerked violently out of his thoughts when both of the vampires turned on him.
"Oh…" Bulma chuckled nervously. "That's Vegeta…"
The dark haired vampire turned back to Bulma and glared at her with narrowed eyes, "Vegeta? As in the Royal Family Vegeta's?"
The aqua-haired vampire adverted her eyes, "Um… yes?"
"Have you lost your mind? Do you have any idea what she will do if she finds out that he's here?" Santanninjou roared furiously.
Bulma narrowed her eyes, "Yes, I know what she would do if a mortal Royal Family member were to show up here, but he isn't mortal!"
The taller vampire drew in breath to yell again, but she stopped in the middle of the process. "… You mean to tell me that you made a Vampire Saiyan out of the Prince of the Saiyans?!"
"That's right," Vegeta growled finally deciding to enter the argument. "I requested it."
Completely ignoring what the Saiyan Prince had said Santanninjou glared at the vampire princess, "You have lost your damn mind… He's as good as dead now…"
"You're not going to lay a hand on him…" Bulma growled threateningly.
"As if you would be able to stop me, Big Sister…"
"How would you know that? I haven't accepted a challenge in almost a century; how would you know how powerful I have become, Little Sister?"
"I wouldn't touch your precious charge," she spat with disdain, "but don't be surprised if Ayania shows up when she senses his presence. You'll have to accept her challenge then, or she'll take him from you."
"The queen will not touch Vegeta," Bulma replied coolly. "He belongs to me. She wouldn't dare go near him."
"I belong to no one," Vegeta growled from his position a few feet away.
Santanninjou chuckled at the prince; "I wouldn't say that to anyone in this forest little prince… There are a few females that would gladly remedy that…"
"Santan," another female voice called from the hall.
"In here Meliah," the dark haired vampire called while still keeping Vegeta under her gaze.
The door to the dining room swung open once again and a shorter, lighter colored vampire walked in. Her light brown was twisted into a braid that hung down her back. "What is the prince doing here?" the brown haired vampire asked with her blue eyes full of confusion.
"How is it that everybody knows who he is except me?!" Santanninjou asked completely enraged at her own lack of information.
Meliah blinked a few times at her tall companion, "You hate mortals and you have no wish to know who their monarchs are?"
"That's right… Remind me to always have some general knowledge of who they are from now on… Let's get out of here… The stench of mortals is making me nauseous…"
"What was that all about?" Vegeta asked as the pair of vampires left the house.
"You honestly don't want to know…" Bulma muttered. "Let's go… I can hear the mortals coming down the stairs."
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A/n: So what did you think of that chapter? Was it any good? What is Santanninjou's problem? And why are there mortals in a house full of vampires? Any thoughts? PLZ R&R!!!!!!
~*~Raven~*~