Title: Erratum in the Spirit 6/? – Can't live without you

Warning: Supernatural/Dark themes, violence, alcohol/drug reference

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor do I own any of the materials from, which the quotes are borrowed.

"* * * * * * * * * *" = Change in place, time or perspective

"Speech" * Thoughts * ~/////////~ Memories ~/////////~

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Chiruri-Katsu: More thankyous for your great compliments and here's the next chap.

Jdchs: Thanks, I always did like King Yemma, snake way and such isn't seen enough in fan fics.

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Visions of Inspiration

'I love you, I hate you, I can't live without you!' – 'Always' by Saliva

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* "All I want is to kill!" *

The words replayed, echoing through his mind as the once saiyan, or so he now believed, sat knees held up to his chest. Because he couldn't leave, there was no way he could leave his sire and he hated this feeling, the dependency. He shook his head trying to rid his mind of these thoughts yet of no prevail.

His eyes stared into nowhere, his form hidden in the shadows of the master's hall as he tried to figure out what had happened. He new he had changed, just hours before he felt a part of him ripped from his mind as he had passed out.

When he had awoken that part that had left him had returned, yet held back, forcefully hidden and slowly withering. His skin felt chilled and his teeth sharpened, randomly slicing his pale lips. He held a hand to his chest trying desperately to find the beat of his heart, finding it silenced, still.

* I can't be, I'm… *

He couldn't even admit it to himself, yet he knew that he was strong, powerful. It surged through his bones, his muscles it somehow reminded him of Bahri, of Tenshi. A part of them moved through him, from the time their blood touched his lips and whilst his sire's presence was readily flowing through him, Tenchi was fading.

His former classmate's body lay still on the stone floor just a meter before him, revealed in the dull light. There had been many comings and goings in the last hours yet no one had moved the body. He looked through the shadows to his sire; his eyes were drawn to the master whom simply flicked his gaze to Trunks with a calm expression.

Pale eyes of the many entering undead, glared directly onto him as if he were irregular and unwelcome, the shadows never fazing them. At first he ignored them, their looks. Ignored the nonsense chatter of tributes and assignments, of recent deaths, assassinations. But as he watched, a small blonde passed by, eyes pale yet his pupils visible if one would stare long enough, the unknown vampire turned his head suddenly, eyeing Trunks. The blonde slowed studying him for a moment before anger crossed his features. An anger or was it,

* Jealousy? *

It reminded him of Goten one time, but one time, his friend could never hold a grudge. It was Trunk's birthday, he received his own gravitation chamber, and he was ecstatic. And although it was a sign from his father to up his training, he didn't mind. It was then that something flashed before Goten's eyes, he could only identify it as jealousy.

His mind returning to the hall, out of his memories, he was in time to see the blonde walking back past him to leave, his business complete. His face twisted to glare upon Trunks, as if he were an intruder, as if he were not one of them.

Something in the blue eyed teen snapped, he couldn't control it. Perhaps it was his saiyan pride, he wished this was so yet he knew this wasn't the only factor, he was changed, stronger and yet he was…dead.

"Alive"

But a whisper before he leapt from the shadows, lunged at the blonde vampire and let out his frustration in a low growl. Taking grip of his throat squeezing then throwing the form easily back against the dank wall opposite his previous position, right of the master's location, Trunks voiced the only words he was able to form, his voice husky and inflamed.

"What are you looking at?!"

The blonde stood quickly, rubbing his neck, and looked to the master as if waiting for advice.

"Trunks, calm yourself!" waving a hand to the blonde, Bahri waited for him to leave before continuing, "I have been very patient. You know what you are now, do you not appreciate the immense gift I have given you?"

"Gift?!"

"Immortality boy, power!"

"But I killed my friend", Trunks looked to the stiff, blue form lying to the side.

"Yes, you killed him yet he is no longer your friend. The life you knew, it can no longer exist. I don't understand why your guilt remains, why your memories haunt you so but they have no place in your life. They can all sense it, your difference, your eyes remain, they know you're resisting."

As if reading his mind, Bahri turned his eyes to the door and continued,

"And yes they are jealous. Jealous of your power, of your importance to me. They believe you are a waste of time, that I should have just killed you and permanently prevented the foretold future, instead of siring you. They're afraid."

Trunks worked over his words and looked down at his hands, flexing, trying to comprehend what had just been said,

* They're afraid of me? I'm resisting, then maybe I can return to the way I was *

A dry chuckle emanated from the dark hood,

"Try as you may, there is no possible way to return. Your resistance simply pales your power, tortures you with useless guilt. Let it go."

Rising, Bahri's coat washed softly over the damp tiles and he let his arm gesture to Tenshi.

"Blood is life and the only way to receive it is through them"

He slid the hood from his over his head revealing his features the clearer.

"Your family is here now, you are a part of my family"

Trunks knew it, he could feel it, his link to them, to him. What Bahri was saying was correct and his voice seemed almost affectionate. Yet that commanding tongue always remained that fire in his face, which caused Trunks to glare back into the white eyes, defying.

The cuts on his arms and chest still remained, slowly healing, throbbing hazily, reminding him of his resistance.

"I will never join you!"

Pulling himself straight, Trunks dug deep into Bahri's eyes with his own. He held his arms before him, ready to charge, but he couldn't attack him, something held him back. His eyes! His eyes burned into him, holding that part, which still remained, the humanity that was pushed back and slowly fading.

"As long as that humanity remains, I can control you"

Trunks stood before Bahri for what seemed lifelong moments his fighting, pushing back Barhi's control fruitless. Finally he let his hands drop, bowing his head and Bahri approached him, pushing Trunk's locks out of his face.

"I know your struggles, your heart ache. They don't understand you, they expect too much of you. What you need, you wish I can give you. Strength, power, speed. Just let go and join me. I will never desert you as your father did, never!"

* Desert me? Yes, father intended to leave, he gave up on us, blew himself up, joined the enemy for strength! He didn't care. *

"If he wants strength, I'll give him strength!"

It was too hard to resist for any further and so Trunk's let it slip, that piece of humanity, which had returned when he awoke. It fell, fell deep into his mind with no hope of finding a way out. His mind reeled, anger, obscurity bending his thoughts to their own will, his greed surfacing.

On the outside Trunks had bent over tearing at his face, his head. His teeth sharpened, fangs lengthening from their previous short stubs, his eyes flickered, the blue fading and finally his pupils turned to a shade of cream.

"I think it's time I paid my family a visit. They always say that children follow in their parents footsteps."

Giving 'family' a hated underscore, Trunk's head raised, a venomous grin filled his expression, sweat logged hairs fixed to his forehead.

"Father has taught me well"

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Goten slumped down into a cushioned armchair in the Capsule Corp residence, one arm dangling over the side, his head leant back. He sighed and closed his eyes as he spoke,

"I've looked in all his usual spots and even the surrounding country side. He really doesn't want to be found"

"Maybe he's hurt. It's your fault," Bulma turned on Vegeta who walked in towel hanging over his shoulders, forehead gleaning from heavy training, "If only you two would quit fighting, why couldn't you give him a break?!"

"You can talk woman!"

The prince planned to continue yet thought it wise to remain at a death glare, he had seen the results of mother on the warpath, a bald Kakarot still brought a smirk to his face. He leant back against the wall, arms crossed.

"I'll go back out in the morning," Goten said hopefully, he glanced out the window and saw the sun had just slipped under the horizon, it was setting so early recently, only seven, "It's getting dark"

"He'll be back…when he's hungry" Vegeta also turned his gaze out into the night, his thoughts contrary to his words,

* I can't sense him. Idiot child, what's he got himself into this time?! *

"Thank you Goten. Come, you should eat be…"

Bulma's sentence was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a loud doorbell emanating from the front door. Her eyes shot in its direction,

"Bra, get the door"

Bulma's daughter groaned and pushed herself up slowly. She only left with little protest to humor her mother; she could see the pain in her eyes.

Bra leant up to the heavy door and looked through the tiny peephole. She gasped at what she saw,

"Trunks?!"

Outside her brother leant with one arm pressed against the wall casually, less then a meter from the door. His face was paled, shining with sweat, his arms covered in bruises, and half healed cuts. He grinned up at her and something in his face brought fright.

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A/N: When I wrote this I just sat down and finished it in one go, so if there are any stupid mistake, please let me know, lol.

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