A/N: Hello! Here we go again! Mesa back! Thanks for the reviews, guys! ( bows Japanese style ) And onwards... onward... same difference... not really, but... Does this make any sense at all? Whatta hell I am blabbing!

Disclaimer: Dorangonbooru Zetto wa watashi no nai! Jag egnar inte Dragonball Z! I don't own dragonball Z! Dragonball Z yo no poseero! Dragonball Z meum non est! Ich besitze nicht Dragonball Z! Je'pas Dragonball Z possédero! Minä en omista Dragoball Zetaa! (If it's still unclear: I don't own DBZ! Just gotta love talking with languages though my French sucks the big time.)

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Chapter 8 – Fi!Fi!Fight!

Vegeta stared, gritting his teeth in annoyance he had not felt in 300 hundred years after he recovered from the unpleasant lapse of concentration in holding up his cold exterior. Holy Shit! Where that female had put her head into? Her hair was bright blue! Being distracted as he was, he didn't see as Goku took the advantage of his lack of attention and charged, his fist balled and enhanced with the dark magic.

The older vampire registered the pain exploding at the side of his head before he went flying through the wall. Bulma screamed as some of the roof and wall structures came down, sending gray dust flying everywhere. ChiChi watched her eyes wide. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined the bloody vampire being capable of such power. Wriggling in her ropes she managed to roll over and fall on the floor and then proceed rolling under the living room table. She was soon joined by distressed Bulma who had the same idea of needing some kind of cover.

" What the hell are you doing here!" ChiChi asked angrily, " Get lost before you're dead!"

Bulma only shook her head vigorously. " I'm not going anywhere while Son-kun is in danger and battling that mega-hot Englishman ! What kind of friend leaves when a friend is in need?" she hissed, not quite managing to stop the drool at the thought of the strange black-haired man. ChiChi shook her head in disbelief. It wasn't at least going to be her fault if the blue-haired heiress got herself killed.

" Your funeral..." she muttered at fixed her mind at the matter at hand; battle between two vampires.

Vegeta emerged from the opening in the wall, not bothered by the flying dust at all. Damned female! Made him have another lapse... He smirked, a thin trail of blood trickling down form the corner of his mouth. Otherwise he was untouched. Goku stood poised, crouching in his battle stand: hands lifted in front of him to guard; his legs spread wide and set sturdily on the to floor. He kept his aura at bay and narrowed his cola black eyes at Vegeta, who cocked an eyebrow at him and slightly dusting his blood-red cape.

Slowly he wiped the trail of blood away with his hand, looking at it almost dumbfounded. Vampires didn't bleed, generally. Only after a good meal and when killed. And only if...

" You're much better than I anticipated, boy. To make me bleed with only one strike... to think you managed to pour so much of your powers into one single punch. Master hasn't been lazying around with your training, I see," he stated calmly, " but I am still stronger than you."

Goku snorted in response, ready to defend or attack if needed, " You may be stronger than me, you may be older and more experienced than me, but I am not that helpless whelp you take me as!" he growled, his fangs bearing dangerously. Vegeta's eyes glowed ominous red as his anger rose! How the insolent whelp dared!

" KKKYYYAAAAHHH!" He screamed, releasing huge magical shock wave that blew Goku away like a leaf in the gale-force wind. He yelled in pain as the much greater amount of magic Vegeta slashed through his own protecting one and he crashed through the brick wall, not unlike the manner Vegeta had minute earlier. The table Bulma and ChiChi were hiding under was ripped off and obliterated to dust in seconds. They screamed in fright as the raw bolts of darkness swirled all around; whining piteously and smiting everything that got in their way.

What the fuck I was thinking when I thought I could hide under a fucking measly table when two legendary vampires battle like crazy? ChiChi thought dryly before she and shrieking Bulma were swept away with the unholy wind and outside through the same hole Goku had been violently thrown into. ChiChi cursed in every language she knew as she uncontrollably rolled and bounced in the wet grass outside the half-demolished house. This was gonna leave bruises. Distantly and disoriented she could hear Bulma groaning and muttering obscene things about testosterone driven males and their idiotic ways.

Goku cursed and pulled himself up as fast as he could, only to be met with a painful bolt of dark purple energy. It hit him on the chest with tremendous force and he swore he heard something cracking. The shadowy and imposing, faintly glowing, figure stepped forwards, his hand still raised from fairing the bolt.

" I don't know what is the principle in this era, but this one I know for sure: Eye for eye, ey?" he purred sadistically at the younger vampire's prone form and from the corner of his eye he noted the blue-haired girl laying on the grass cursing loudly.

" Oh fucking shit... hell... when I get my hands on that bastard son of a whoreson's mother... shit... damn... piece of crapping turtle fuck... Holy hell!" Again staring in disbelief at the seemingly fine lady's language, he was completely off guard as Goku's foot mashed into his stomach, knocking him back a bit. Spitting saliva and then quickly inhaling the lost air back to his lungs he turned just in time to block another high kick aimed at his head and countered viciously with a straight punch to Goku's abdomen. The younger man stumbled back, not expecting such speed and recovery from the elder man.

" Not bad, Messenger!" Vegeta bellowed as he blocked a bolt from Goku with infuriating ease. " Maybe there's some spunk in you after all, boy! I can see why Master thought you to be a potential threat! Your eyes! They tell you were not very loyal subject ever!" he laughed arrogantly. Goku growled, feeling his own usually slow temper boil over.

" I am not a boy, asshole! Stop fucking calling me Messenger! Name's Goku! Son Goku!" he bellowed into his face as he head-butted him hard, right through his defenses in his fury. Vegeta's head flew back, saliva spilling from his mouth and then was brought down as Goku fist-hammered him from behind and the older vampire went spiraling towards ground.

Vegeta agilely flipped over and kicked Goku to side sending him skidding along the grass and crash into the forest edge. Not waisting anymore time, Vegeta prepared another spell to cast on his adversary and launched it after the teenager and shooting after him. Blue light flickered shortly as the spell hit and Vegeta cussed again. Damn brat had time to chant counter spell.

Resorting to physical means of harm, he penetrated the shield easily with flying kick which Goku dodged readily and soon the two were locked in the mortal combat, parting only to chant spell or counter one or fire magical energy blast.

The energy crackled in the air, burning the moist grass and lighting up the darkness when they met; trees were felled under the mighty powers as they were engaged in the fierce battle of kicks and punches. ChiChi watched in silent awe at the skill and drive the two men were fighting, though the dark energy was making her sick and dizzy. Did they have to expel it so damn much? ChiChi couldn't help but admire the grace and power the spiky-haired vampire youth possessed. She didn't exactly see them, but the short flashes when their powers met in exploding fury, allowed her to see enough. Just for once she would have loved to have vampire ability to see in the dark.

The female slayer yelped in sudden terror as one of the misaimed bolts almost hit her, sending debris and tufts of grass flying everywhere. She wore as some of the wet clod ended up in her mouth and grass was floating around her, electrified by the dark energy in the air. God damnit! How she didn't know that vampires had an ability to form dark energy blasts!

"Shit!" she spat and gagged the earth out of her mouth; she really needed to get out of here and fast! That bolt would have killed her in an instant. In her weakened and tied up state, she couldn't do anything. Unless... she sought frantically the other girl with her eyes and soon spotted her not that far away cursing and shaking with fear.

" Bulma! Bulma! Come here and help me out of these damned ropes and I'll protect you!" ChiChi hollered, wriggling a little in emphasis of the urgency of the situation. The blue-haired genius nodded in fright and scrambled over her, kneeling down hastily, her blue eyes wide with... worry? ChiChi didn't have time to debate the matter more as the other girl began tugging timidly at the ropes.

Bulma yipped, as she got a little shock of the ropes. " Damn you, Son-kun..." she muttered darkly and continued opening the knots, the dark magic resisting persistently, but weakening as the master of it was needing it badly elsewhere. ChiChi pulled at the ropes and summoned her own holy power to help Bulma ministrations. Soon the annoying rope fell limply off her and she stretched immediately. She was getting little cramped up after all.

Bulma's warning yell alerted her to incoming stray ball of dark energy and she quickly deflected it with a quick rise of her holy power. The blast exploded with force unseen as the two opposites elements were met equally sending both Bulma and ChiChi reeling backwards and onto their butts. ChiChi stared into nothingness with dumbstruck expression. If she had known the fact that instead of canceling each other off like normally wold happen they only fed each others power disastrous consequences.

" Can't you do something?" Bulma asked over the noise the two combatants were making; almost demanding her to make them stop. Goku was one of her dearest friends and that new guy was kinda hot, and it'd be pity if her future husband and best friend fought all the time, not to mention annoying. She slapped herself mentally for thinking such thoughts.

" I can't do a bloodiest thing! I have no weapons or my spells with me; I am dressed in, literally, bloody cutesy evening dress and I am fucking tired to fight! I can only make blasted shields at the moment! Everything else I can do I need my blessed daggers!" ChiChi replied sounding so pissed off and spiteful that Bulma moved little farther away.

The women knew escaping wasn't an option; they wouldn't make it far in middle of wilderness ( Bulma just noticed with anger that her car was totally wrecked by either Goku or Vegeta being smashed into it earlier) and it was better stay. No matter how much she wanted it ChiChi couldn't bring herself to leave.

Casting a slight white, transparent glowing wall in front of them to diverts possible dangers, she sat back and sighed dejectedly, dusting her dress absently though it did no good. Bulma fell on her back tiredly and gazed at the black night sky which was lit with stars. The only thing that now reminded her own the pesky situation she was in were the curses and insults; crackling deadly bolts and sonic boon sounds that Goku and Vegeta's battles projected.

" No matter what you are and do, Son-kun, you manage to make my life a friggin' adventure..." she mumbled smiling. ChiChi heard her gazed at Bulma with contempt, her face saying 'you can't probably mean that'. She returned following the battle; it seemed to be going nowhere and they seemed to be equal in power. She frowned viciously, wondering what her fate would be in the end. The only positive thing of the outcome she could think, was at least she didn't need to be Hitake's little whore if she were dead.

" He's not that bad..." Bulma said suddenly and ChiChi blushed furiously for some reason and suddenly remembering vividly every time she had spent under his hard and muscular body, not actually minding that much. He had kissed her also; almost twice. The memory left her tingling with anger and anxiety, but she really couldn't bring herself to hate or deny her own attraction to him. His hard and hot lips devouring her in dangerous fashion setting her soul ablaze. Bad? Bad! Damn he was bad for making her, slayer of the vampires, making feel like this! ... and he is a vampire, after all and they are naturally evil! She thought scowling.

She heard Bulma chuckle almost evilly.

" Chi, my new friend, just because we want to fuck two hot and sexy-as-hell vampires doesn't make us bad people." she said with a smirk, making ChiChi blush even more in embarrassment and anger. " Oh yeah...? " she retorted, planning on retaliating, " Well, let me tell you about this other guy you fancy here: Vegeta his name is and..."

Back in the battle, Goku felt his powers fading and betraying him rapidly. Never in his life had he felt so tired and hazy-minded. But neither had he enjoyed any battle as much as this one: finally challenging. His mind was begging him to give in; give his body rest it so needed. Another bone-crushing kick connected to with his chest and he felt more bones crack. Cringing and hissing in pain he dropped to his knees, not able to stand anymore. His clothes were torn and covered in blood, for once his own not counting when his master beat him senseless.

Goku had only a tad of his magic left and that wouldn't be enough. He was physically tired while Vegeta wasn't restricted with such mortal boundaries as he was. Goku knew he had always been a different kind of vampire; his abilities and mind being unique, but now he cursed his lack of vampirehood.

A brown-booted pair of feet appeared into Goku's hazy view and he lifted his head defiantly to meet Vegeta's cool red gaze, his own purple fading back to black as the last bits of his powers fled him. Vegeta was also battered, but not exhausted like him and wore the most peculiar expression Goku had yet seen on the 300 legend's face. It was thoughtful curiosity. Goku's eyes held question in them and Vegeta chose uncharacteristically to answer.

" You're bleeding; you're tired; your powers is failing you, yet, you're the most powerful vampire in this era, at the age of a growing adolescent. What are you? I give you my respects like a warrior to warrior and that is the fact I'd like to know before I kill you." he informed him, lowering his power to comfortable level, eyes fading to dull ember.

Coughing up blood, he rasped, " I don't know that myself, either." He met his gaze steadily, defiantly. Vegeta snorted amused and raised his hand and slowly gathered the needed energy for the killing blow. To Goku's credit he didn't even flinch, staring right into the growing purple, swirling energy.

" Last regrets?" Vegeta asked Goku with a smirk, feeling the slightest bit of strain sustaining his own magic.

" Only that I didn't fuck the slayer bitch when I had the chance." he replied deadpanned and Vegeta roared in laughter when everything went black. Goku heard two screams and one furious yell as his conscious mind left him, the last thought being whatta fuck was going on?

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" Whatta hell is this!" Hitake roared and kicked a brick on the ruined grass in anger. The other hunters were exploring and making theories what could have happened. When they arrived they found completely trashed little house and surroundings where ChiChi was supposed to be taken. On top of that, they found two extremely drunk men who found it extremely exhilarating that there had been fight and they were slayers. The men seemed to take it well that vampires existed and slayers killed them although he hoped they'd stop making idiotic jokes about him concerning his manhood and manliness!

The whole place reeked of dark magic and some sort of battled had been taking place there recently, maybe only hours ago, Hitake could tell.

He kicked the brick again. Why was everything going to hell today? He was supposed to rescue her and then they'd have their wedding and go frolicking and happy home to screw. But no! She was missing again! Along with Messenger! This was just so fucked up!

" Slayers! Fucking slayers! Kill the filthy hypocrites!" came surprising yell as huge group of vampires suddenly attacked the clearing the house stood in and the battle broke out immediately. From their clothes Hitake saw they were Nobles. Why did god hate him so fucking much?

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A/N: Hehee... not god, Hitake, but something mightier that that... AN AUTHOR IN FANFICTION LAND WITH WICKED MIND! MUAHAHAAAA! Ermh... Maybe... Review? Makes me write faster? What will happen? What happened? What cliffhanger? I don't see any cliffhanger. I know what's going on. Muahahaaa! (Runs away cackling maniacally)