A/N: Here again? Well aren't I quick... three weeks haven't passed yet, have they? O god! I lost three weeks of my life? Or is it only been two days? ... Whatever... Onward! Thanks a lot for reviews! No matter how short; they always lift my day... (Bows) And heed the warning and rating! This chapter ain't going to be pretty!

Disclaimer: (Raps) I don't own.. own own own dragonball ...dragon dragon dragonball Z! The Z!

000000

Chapter 10 – Mashed, Mauled and Malleted by...?

The master and high lord of all vampires sat on his throne, sipping greedily his bloody drink from the wineglass. He glanced at the mutilated and gory bodies of humans littering his hall of reign and smacked his lips wetly, tasting the tangy flavor of blood. Sigh. That had been such tasty dinner. Humans with AB blood type were so hard to find nowadays. His lackeys had done considerably good job this time, he had to admit as his mind twisted into the sweet-looking future. Corner of his mouth kicked up ever so slightly as the dark shadows in the corners brewed with newborn abstract evil.

Of course the bloody undead bastards brown-nosing him currently were only trying to get his favor on their side when he took finally over the human kind, in a vain hope he'd kindly remember them for their services. Too bad he didn't do 'kind' and they should now that being vampires themselves. Idiots. He played with the thought of sparing some of them and then assassinating them later at the moment of the little fuckers highest glory and favor. Speaking about little pests... Master's red eyes gleamed dangerously and scornfully.

His chilling gaze finally stopped upon a book laying open on a mahogany antique table. Its yellow and torn pages flipped to and fro in a ghostly manner; like the book had a will of his own. A faint sickly green glow surrounded it as it continued to turn pages on its own. The book was dripping old magic. Carefully floating to the book the high lord, his face void of all emotions expect underlaying malice and sadism.

The spellbook of the Great: Dalandylous.

It would be more than sufficient for the job.

Containing spells from all over the globe; holding secrets of the dead; gathered within years of empty life upon Earth in an attempt to become stronger than anything. Once it had been that and now? If anything: the book had only increased its powers and might over the passing of the years, laying dormant and unused.

Maybe it was the time to release the horrors for the very first time since the 'death' of its owner.

000000

ChiChi groaned and shivered in the cold, rubbing her arms to keep even little warm. Her breath was coming warm puffs and she breathed into her palms managing to prevent them from getting colder than they already were. For five seconds. The warmth fled and she felt even colder.

" S-shit!" she cursed as her teeth clattered together. " Whatta way to go... freezing to friggin' death... Damn Messenger and his problems... it's all his fault if I catch some sort of a death disease..."

Too fatigued to stand she had finally sat on the cold floor, concentrating on keeping warm. To this point she was failing miserably. Her own natural amount of holy powers were absent and locked inside her: the darkness of evilness suppressing them.

" Damnit-t... where is that lewd vampire when a lady needs a a little warmth brought by a hot kiss? Definitely not here... I'd may be even willing!" she talked to herself rubbing her face to check if it had any feeling into it. Kissing that fool was becoming all the time more and more alluring as her situation continued on and on, cold biting her with vegeance. She pinched her cheeks hard and was happy to fell slightest bit of pain.

" It's one hellova miracle I haven't contracted accursed acute hypothermia yet... God I wish I had pants..."

Something indescribable shifted in the darkness suddenly and she went taut as a drawn bowstring. It seemed darker and she felt a slight pull towards it, like a strong draft between old wooden floor planks. It steadily grew in power and she dug her fingers on the ground to resist the suction.

" Whatta..." the female slayer cried out as the draft ripped her along with an impulse. The black world around her went weird and swirly and she felt very surreal and one dimensional. What the fuck's going on! A bright spot continued growing in front of her eyes and soft blur of colors behind or in the spot were becoming quite clear.

" GAH!" ChiChi yelped as her face hit a plush wine-colored carpet, rest of her body following her shortly. The carpet was soft and warm and she decided to lay there for a while the safety and checking her surroundings be damned! Her blood circulation was making her fingers and toes tingle and burn and she sighed in relief. She was alright.

" Ugh... the cleaning service of this dump also needs improvement... should warn before they start vacuuming the rooms..." she chuckled dryly, just glad to be alive and out of that horrible room.

Taking her feet under her, shakily, she glanced around her new surroundings and ChiChi's jaw dropped. The room was dimly, almost romantically lit with soft candle light and oil lamps. Wall were covered in fine rugs: blood red in color and lined with gold, matching the carpet perfectly. The furniture was all mahogany antique and beautifully crafted. A huge king-sized canopy bed was in the corner covered with soft sheets of rich red an pillows were golden yellow. The feel and decorating of the room really differed from the previous one she had been contained in.

" AAAAAAAAGHHHH! SHIT! GOD!"

ChiChi sprawled onto the floor as somethings hit her on the back, yelling in a high-pitched feminine voice. The hunter's vision slightly dusky she groaned as felt the weight on her back adjust into better position and stop yelling and ChiChi could sense the confusion radiating from it.

" Bulma? Is that you?"

" ChiChi? What are you doing here?" asked baffled Bulma, glancing around the fancy room with stars in her eyes. " Whoa! This placed is loaded!"

" Not to stop you or anything... but the get the fuck off me!" ChiChi yelled, irritated. She was sore enough already and now her whole upper back would be one big bruise.

" Sorry. You OK? You look kinda worse for the wear, if you get what I mean..." Bulma got off quickly, dusting herself diligently. ChiChi stood up again and inhaled deeply the lost air back to her lungs and told she was alright. Bulma then cursed and examined her clothing, disgruntled.

" Damn this mould is never gonna come off! Ugh! This was shirt was a Gucci, damnit! It's ruined for fuck's sake!"

ChiChi rolled her eyes. How could Son Goku, Messenger, on the of the most dangerous vampires in the history have such friend as superficial Bulma Briefs was beyond her. She shook her head. Son Goku. Who would have thought a guy like him would have a name like that. It sounded way too honorable for a vampire.

" Well, be glad it was only mold... I've spent the last hours in a cold stone room, freezing to death in a company of a rotting body or something!" ChiChi stated.

" Guess so... so, where do you think Son-kun and Vegeta are?" Bulma asked her, touching the varnished table with curiosity. " You think they'll appear here the same way we did? You did come thru some kinda sucking portal, didn't you?"

ChiChi nodded affirmitively and noted that also this room lacked a visible door. Must be a vampire thing...

" Yep. But if you think they're gonna pop out of thin air--"

" DAMN!" Two pissed off male voices yelled in unison and Goku and Vegeta landed on the girls. Air knocked out of his lungs Bulma managed to choke out: " Great job, huntress ChiChi, you just jinxed us the big time... gaah... off me, you brutes!"

" Shut up!" ChiChi ground out under the crushing weight of the two males vampires. For supposedly dead people they had a lots of mass and solid flesh on them. The two vampires untangled themselves form each other, glaring dangerously one another, but moving a muscle to move off the girls' backs. Knowing well what had happened (another teleport spells only separate this time) and anticipating the worst with the first look they got of the room. The high lord always like to twist beautiful and safe things to your worst nightmares and memories and this time would be no different, it seemed.

Making a silent, mutual though hesitant truce between them their attention went on the girls they sat on, wriggling and shouting them off angrily.

" Well, well... look at this catch... no wonder the environment is unusual hunting area..." Goku said to ChiChi who tensed first and then fought even more to get off under him, protesting with snarls and hisses. " Ooh... it's a wildcat!" he exclaimed gleefully as ChiChi reached her free hand to claw him, but missing. Goku was feeling very comfortable sitting on her back and decided to have some fun with the feisty human beneath him. The young vampire slid hi hands to hold her sides, shuddering at the warmth and fiery life beating beneath her ribs. ChiChi froze in shock and heard the other vampire,Vegeta, chuckle amused.

" What the hell! Don't touch me, you filthy--" her rant was cut short as he cupped her breast abruptly with his large hands. She gasped in shock and at the boldness of his actions. And I was thinking about kissing him earlier! ChiChi thought enraged and she gulped at the pleasant tingle his hand were starting to spread though her body.

" Hmm," he purred contently, " these are much nicer than I though they'd be." He squeezed them gently and she whimpered, her face flushing. There had to be some way out of this! Bulma! She turned her head and her face twisted into a comical expression.

" Bulma? What are you doing for Christ's sake?" she yelled at Bulma who was snuggling Vegeta who was trying to get to be the man of the situation with little success, but looking none the less pleased. ChiChi wasn't sure was Vegeta harassing and molesting Bulma or Bulma molesting and harassing Vegeta.

" What! The bitching you've done lately it would do just good to let Son-kun take care of you. Nothing like a good fuck to sweep away your bad mood... Believe me girl, you need it!" Bulma laughed and cuddled Vegeta fiercely and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Vegeta stared, almost pouting. Women in his time weren't as straightforward as this one and he didn't know how to adopt an attitude to match this! Though it was nice feeling the life rushing in her veins, the steady beat of her heart...

" W-what...!" ChiChi spluttered and Goku let out a small laugh of amusement. The slayer was so funny!

" At least you get your dying wish, Messenger," remarked Vegeta dryly.

" Yeah..." he muttered, wondering just how much time he had left in this plane of living to commit such act. And did he even want to? To rape a girl at the last minutes of his existence adding one more sin to his long list?

The candles and oil lamps light fluttered and the air gained a bone-chilling tint to it. Vegeta and Goku sprung on their feet faster than eye could see, dread and premonition of pain flooding their beings. If blood still would have pumped through their veins it would be feeling cold and quicksilver-like.

" He's here." Vegeta said quietly as the spacey room grew dimmer and gained an ominous feeling to it.

" Who? What's going on?" ChiChi whispered, her slayer instincts not liking the atmosphere. She had not become any wiser about the situation or why she was here and that time the two men had spent 'playing around' could have been used to enlightening of them all.

" Master. None knows his real name and all we know is he's the oldest vampire alive; might be even one of the Ancients. He rules over all of us being the High Lord of the vampire world. He also ...trained... me and I don't know how Vegeta's tied to him; only that Vegeta is one of the few ever gotten the status of legendary aside myself..." Goku explained quickly. Taking your sweet time, arencha bastard? Of course you will... always liked flashy and grand entrances...

ChiChi's dark eyes widened. The kingpin of the vampires? A nausea struck her and a bitter taste rose to her mouth. The dark magic condensating around them made her sick and disgusted and she fought the urge to support herself on Goku' arm.

Vegeta snorted as cold sweat was beginning to drip down his face. " I challenged and questioned his power and he locked me away for fucking 300 years! Cheating traitor..." Bulma patted his arm fearfully, feeling panic rise. This wasn't fun anymore.

The air became heavy and humid and they found out they couldn't breath properly. A visible grip around their throats pressed harder and dangled them few feet in the air. Goku and Vegeta, still drained from their mortal combat, were resisting the best they could, but force so much greater than their combined efforts swatted it away like a fly.

A hooded figure materialized in middle of the room, casting his piercing eyes to the foursome and the girls flinched involuntarily farther away.

" Really now, Great, Messenger... I expected you'd have learnt by now not to resist me... such hard-headed apprentices I have." the hooded vampire leered and shook his head in mock shame. Goku growled defiantly and was struck across the face with a mental slap that almost threw his head off his shoulders. Blood spilled and Master smirked.

" Uh-uh, boy." he scolded and stared at the small group with his ruby gaze and for the first time in her life ChiChi and Bulma knew what true terror and fear felt like. Dangling in the air choking with lesser and lesser air to breathe, under a blood colored gaze that promised pain beyond pain and malicious enjoyment of the predicament on his side.

" It's been a long time since I last saw a living female flesh. Interesting..." he remarked slyly and left something hanging in the air that the women didn't found to their liking. The vampire lord stepped back from his choking victims pulling something inside his robes. It turned out to be a book of some sort with faint glow surrounding it. Vegeta's keen vampire eyes narrowed as he paled.

" I see you recognize this little beauty of treasure, Vegeta. That's right, it is Dalandylous. Contains pretty 'enchanting' spells." he cackled evilly. His words made their hearts race painfully though Bulma and ChiChi had no idea what the sick weird vampire was talking about but judging the reactions it got out of the two legendary vampires it must be something extremely bad.

" You... wou..ldn't...you..." Goku croaked, his eyes shrinking in size. " The Dalandylous... the spellbook of the forbidden...!"

" Exactly." Master confirmed with a devious smirk on his shadowed face that left no wrong idea what he was going to with it.

000000

ChiChi didn't know how much time had passed, was she dead or alive or what was real and what cruel illusion. Everything was blurry and she cringed as she heard a horrified scream of pain, not knowing was it only a fake or real and not wanting to find out. Her breath came in labored gasp as blood and bile rose up to her mouth with every exhale she let out. A cold hand gripped her wrist wrenching her up; black nails duck into her lower arm, the malevolence burning her like a purgatory fire. She moaned in pain as the iron grip tightened. Her moan turned to full scream as she heard and felt the bones crack and pop in her wrist.

The invisible unorthodox power forced her pained and tear-filled eyes to open to look straight into the endless sea of blood. NO! NOT ANOTHER ILLUSION TRAP! Her mind screamed at the brink of insanity as she fell farther into the crimson void, slumping onto the carpeted floor with a wet sound. Rivulets of red liquid ran all over the mat and it was almost completely soaked, but she took no notice as the illusion took easily control of her weakened and pain-hazed mind.

A sadistic guffawing laughter echoed from the walls seemingly going on forever. The room faded away along with it and ChiChi blinked in surprise like newly awakened sleeper. Wasn't she just... dying? I pain? She couldn't remember. A frown marred her features and she looked around. A beautiful meadow of flowers unfolded around her and she giggled in delight. She was about to rise up when a stabbing pain hit her stomach. Confused she looked down seeing her stomach and chest covered in blood and an end of the spear sticking thru her. Turning around in a slow motion her mouth open, she saw her father smirking and scowling at her.

" There's for you, bitch! You lousy excuse of a daughter... just like the whore your mother was! I should have killed you the first time I laid my eyes on your ugly ass! I taught you, gave you fucking shelter and when you're supposed to be useful you turn your selfish back on us! You slut! You're trying to get us all killed? Hitake's the best theres around and you dare to refuse to save us all! You selfish little slut!" he ranted and backhanded her hard. ChiChi fell down with a cry, clutching her stomach tears falling from her eyes.

" Papa... why...?" she asked weakly sobbing, trying to get away and defend herself.

" Shut up! You're no better than those filthy villains! You killed a great deal of our people, you unthinking dimwit! The bar three years ago... you killed them all... its your fault their dead... If you hadn't been so bent on killing Messenger... murderer..." his face grew haunted and unforgiving and he pulled the spear out with extra malice and she screamed in pain, almost fainting, but the reality didn't let go.

" Papa... I didn't... mean... I..." she was at loss of words. This couldn't be her father. Disbelief refused to leave her mind and she could only stare, blood staining her hands as it poured out of her rapidly, never-ending. A mighty fist smacked her down and he began beating and cursing her.

Master watched in satisfaction, fascinated how the little female slayer writhed and screamed in terror, clawing at the air and clasping her imaginary wounds. A trickle of blood fell from her mouth and the highest of all vampires decided to check how his other 'occupants' were doing. Ah, the things mind could make real...

Flipping the worn pages with his bloody fingers, staining the pages with it and the book sang with glee of bloodlust: taste and all. Absently he stomped on Goku's hand as he fought his own illusion and inner demons, smiling as he heard the satisfying crunch. Illusions were so much fun! And all thanks to the book of the forbidden. Taking in with almost touched sigh the appearance of the room, he reveled in the feeling of power and pain. So much in the same room was intoxicating him and he debated why he hadn't thought of this before.

" Oh God no! GOD NO! NOOOO! STOP!" The blue haired wench screeched, her eyes shut desperately and Master almost tripped over Vegeta's agonized body, laying in a puddle of blood. Eyes thundering he marched over the blue-haired woman and slapped her. " Shut up, bitch! You sound like you're being raped! Oops... my bad... you are!" he chuckled at his humour and hit her again to stop her screaming. If something it was the 'G'- word that got him riled up.

Sucking on his fingers and tasting the blood he purred. Such good flavor. In midst of the chaos and bloody room he danced in rapture, kicking the prone bodies in the deep grasp of their own minds, kicking them when he felt like it or adding new idea to the illusion. It was so good to be creative. He colnd't wait till he got the to actual physical part. Oh, yes... this was just the prelude...

That's what you for for ruining my plans and standing in the way of my world domination, he thought childishly, caressing Dalandylous lovingly. He bared his fangs dived to the floor taking a bath in blood, planning his next wicked acts with mad glint in his eyes. The cries around him continued, the suffering foursome hurting themselves in the progress of trying to escape their minds.

000000

A/N: Shocked? Too bad... Oh, poor folks... Review kudasai? And before you start ranting check the rating of this story... Yes, the rating... and warnings in the first chapter... and the promised content... See ya soon! SAYONARA MINNA-SAN!