Sorry for the freakishly long wait but I had to rebuild my computer on account of several viruses on my computer. Nasty and expensive mess but its all worked out and I can update. I haven't given you guys a catch up, and why? Because Shiru and Trunks have managed to kill 10 years not being there! So I will stop acting like a crazy person and give the disclaimer.
Bulma: Daughteralucard does not own dbz/vmb or anything else just the series.
Me: HEY you died!!
Pan: Why aren't I in any of your fanfics for more then like a chapter!
Bulla: HEY ME TO!!
Me: Well I hate you two .
Pan & Bulla: HEY
Bulma: hey why kill me? I thought you liked me!
Me: um….uh….THE SHOW MUST GO ON
Chapter 2 (at last)
She sat in the little room rocking back and forth. Her hands around her knees. Her long black hair unbrushed and tangled up. Her eyes were the color of insanity and her skin was as pale as snow. She was the daughter of one of the most powerful vampires, she was daughter to the most respected young woman in Ireland, she was the mother of a once hell raiser turned future inheritor of Capsule Corp. Yet here she sat, fall so far because of genetics, because fo genetics that should never have been. Salem was not thinking of how far she had fallen in such a short time though, she was thinking about the voices, they talked, all the time, never ending.
They wouldn't let her sleep, she couldn't eat with them, she couldn't relax with them. Yet, when they took them she was alone and sad. She could never know happiness one way or the other. She wore the white shirt and long white pants and white slippers everyone wore here. You can't ignore me forever love.
Come play with me
Sing with us
Dance with us into the oblivious that the world is.
She put her hands over heard head, she couldn't take it! How did her father do it! He had never been reduced to a sniveling nut case. She had pushed the memory of her fathers psychotic episode out of her head. She was a young child at the time and didn't want to remember it. Because of it no one bothered to remind her of it for fear of her unable to comprehend it, especially now in the frail state that she was in, behind a white steel door and white walls with a white bed in the center.
Behind the glass stood her son, Mirai, named after his grandfather. He, like his aunt Bulla and her friend Pan worked at Capsule Corp. for his uncle Trunks. He had heard some pretty wild stories about Grandpa Vegeta and Uncle Trunks but nothing compared to the stories he heard about Grandpa Emvy and his grandfather Mirai. Of course his mother told him those stories and she was sitting in an asylum now screaming about voices and about 'the dead shall rise above the earth and the child of the malkav shall unwind that which his sire wound' whatever that means.
It broke his heart to hear the story over and over again. It seemed to worry his father, not for her sanity, but for the prediction. His father, Goten, had told him that his mother's family had a knack for predictions and soul reading. Of course Mirai thought it was shit, but his father seemed genuinely worried about it it.
Mirai had to wonder all the time how much of his life was a lie. His mother was a nutcase, she had been that way for as long as he could remember, and from what he heard grandfather Mirai had been the same way. When his mother Salem was only a child her father had lost his mind and killed a lot of people in cruel and inhuman ways.
He was just thankful he did not end up like his mother. His father was pretty well withdrawn from his own father, Gramps Goku. He had not been seen in 10 years and it was a touchy subject to Goten. One night he had come home drunk and had confessed to Mirai that his father had missed the first seven years of his life and then up and disappeared again. He claimed this Goku as selfish, thoughtless, and stupider then that movie Napoleon Dynamite.
The others, on the other hand, like Grammy Chichi, uncle Trunks, Mr. Piccolo, some old family friends, and a few others disagreed saying he was a kind hearted man who made a hard decision that probably had to be made. Grandpa Emvy and Grandpa Vegeta disagreed that he was selfish but agreed that he was pretty close to semi-retarded at times.
He didn't remember much of that grandfather so it really didn't mean much to him. His extended family and 'special friends' of his grandpa Mirai from all over the timelines had come to see his mother and said that she was such a pretty young girl and she lived such a hard life at first and how they thought she was so brave as a child and her father was such a great guy not to deny her and to take her in and give her a better life and be in her life until his disappearance with Emvy and Vegeta's mother.
Roomer was they had died and came back to visit the living for a day and got sent back and had never been heard from again. Mirai was a realist though, he didn't buy into the crazy stories these people seem to come up with, there are no such things as vampires, his mother did not get madness from some vampire gene passed down, she was just crazy and he hated it when family or there friends told him otherwise. The fools lived in a fantasy world. Vegeta was pretty much to himself all the time though, never said anything to Mirai really, the only ones he kept in contact with were Trunks, Salem, and Emvy. He was at a lot of the social gatherings the Z team had, he appeared at Chichi's house every once in a while, would be seen lurking at Kami's house when a gathering was happening, but he secluded himself from social interaction for the most part. Just brooded.
Mirai had been very confused about it at first but he was told that it was just the way Vegeta was. Emvy was something of a piece of work you might say. He was just as broody but not quite as anti-social, he was just that way to his family. He had a small and very tight circle of friends. A woman named Jay that had been a friend to his son in high school and one of the few not afraid to be near him after his episode. Azia, Mirai had no idea how Azia was related but somehow he was, he was at all the gathering including family reunions so he had to be family. Someone named Bertrum Tung, no one had every actually seen him though. Rumor is that he is so hideous he hides in the sewers. Then there was a stripper named Velvet Valor. A beautiful pale redhead that Emvy worked with a lot. It is said that she was also a vampire and had worked with Emvy on several affairs and he had returned the favor for her countless times.
Mirai smiled at the idea, let those fools think what they want, truth was Grandpa Emvy was fucking her. It was obvious. She was so flirtatious around him and was always dressed so skimpy and always had a smile on her beautiful face making her features just that much more attractive. She had side conversations with him when they were in a large group and when they were both rather quiet.
A heard footsteps come down the hall and turned to see a young woman he had never seen before. Tall blond beauty with green eye shadow, red lips, and a long green dress on with a pagan symbol hanging around her neck. Another friend that he had never met no doubt. She smiled at Mirai and looked through the window at the poor woman and sighed.
"Poor Salem," she said, "I knew this day would come. It would be either her or Victoria."
"Who is Victoria," asked Mirai, "and who are you?"
"I'm Destiny,
friend of Salem's mother, and Victoria is Salem's half sister but
don't tell her father Mirai, he doesn't know and for good reason. She is a real sweetheart but is pretty sick and twisted. Get that
father daughter duo and you can say goodbye to the universe and
existence itself. Who are you?"
"I'm Salem's son, Mirai
Son, and what are you talking about?"
"Oh, never mind then, I thought you were someone else."
"Who did you think I
was?"
"M.V."
"Grandpa Emvy?"
"Yea, sure, where is he?"
"Come and gone."
"Oh well, tragic what happened to your mom," she said putting her hand on his shoulder, "you look awful you should get some sleep."
"I haven't slept all night, visitors giving me apologies and telling me how great she was and all that."
"Oh, okay, well I really need to find your grandfather so by by," she turned around and left. Who was that?
…………..(wow that was a lot for just the first part)………….
M.V. and Vegeta were in the gravity room sparing when a loud bang was heard on at the door. Vegeta opened it and there stood Trunks looking as if he had seen a ghost. "What," he asked.
"I think I just saw a couple of ghosts," he said with a blank stare.
"What are you talking about," asked Vegeta, 'you interrupt our training for this?"
"Not like ghosts are so unheard of," muttered MV.
"No, you don't understand, I just saw Gaijin and Queen Shiru walking down the street a couple minutes ago," said Trunks in shock. The two Vegeta's exchanged looks and looked back at the distressed man. Was he loosing his mind from working so much? Vegeta shook his son violently and held him still.
"Listen to yourself man! You sound like a loony! God only knows we don't need more loonies in this family! DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME!"
"DAD! I'm serious stop shaking me! You know it makes me sick to my stomach when you do that. I'm telling you they are here and walking down the street!" Vegeta continued to shake the crazy out of him until finally BLAAAHH, Vegeta was reminded of just what a bad idea it was to shake him. Trunks had lost breakfast all over the front of Vegeta and was now bent over holding his stomach as more poured out of his mouth all over his fathers shoes. When he finally finished he looked up at Vegeta in a pathetic kind of way. Vegeta closed his eyes and took a deep breath just like his anger management therapist said for him to do. He moved his head to the left cracking his neck and walked passed his son to the bathroom to shower and change. Trunks wiped his mouth off with his sleeve and looked over at MV.
"Well, that was disguising," he said walking passed Trunks stepping over the gross liquid on the floor. After the older saiyans got dressed they went into the living room to listen to Trunks story about what he saw.
………….(flash back wavy stuff)………
Trunks decided to go over to his dad's for lunch. He walked across the street and looked over to the other side and saw non other then Gaijin Trunks and Shiru arguing over a news paper. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. There was no way that was them, they were dead, everyone knew that. He watched the two bicker back and forth.
"No, I'm telling you it's the right date," said Gaijin Trunks.
"No, it can't be. How does ten years pass, I ask you!"
"I don't know! Why don't you ask Yamma."
"Because Yamma is an inferior loser who has nothing better to do then waist time. Besides, I shouldn't even bother with your worthless half bred ass! I have better things to do."
"Like what,' he asked offendedly.
"Like something that doesn't involve me having to look at your dumbness."
"Well I would rather not have to listen to you everytime you open your fat face but I don't have much of a choice there do I?!"
Nope, that was them alright, no denying it.
…………….(okay flashback over)…………..
MV and Vegeta exchanged looks. Yup, that sounded like them, no doubt. But was he telling the truth? That answer was quickly answered when the sound of two people yelling floated to the saiyans sensitive ears about who would ring the door bell. MV shook his head. No, not again, not this horror! God help Yamma if he brought those two back to life! The doorbell rang and the three walked down to see that it was Shiru and Trunks fighting over who got to go in first.
MV felt the horror creep in as flashbacks as painful as a Vietnam Veteran's flashbacks began to flood back. Yes, he had be forced back into an unholy and ungodly curse, a nightmare he had just escaped from, parenthood….
The two stood up from the floor when they managed to squeeze in. "Hey," said Gaijin Trunks, "hows it happening?"
"What are you doing back here after ten years," asked Vegeta. Shiru opened her mouth to answer but Trunks got there first.
"We were sent here to bring someone back to hell," she said.
"I have been put back on bounty hunting and Shiru got time served," finished Gaijin.
"So," asked Vegeta.
"So we are suppose to go to find someone here that is doing something they aren't suppose to," said Mirai Trunks.
"Afraid that is all we can say," said Shiru.
"Oh, okay," said MV.
"See," said Trunks to Vegeta, "told you I wasn't a loony like-" His fathers hand was quickly clamped over his mouth. This piqued Mirai Trunks's curiousity.
"Loony like who," he asked. Surely not him, Vegeta had called him a loony, nutcase, cookoo bird, and every kind of crazy person name to his face before.
"No one," he said quickly. Gaijin narrowed his eyes.
"Where is Salem," he asked.
"Alive and perfectly sane," argued Trunks making it painfully obvious that he was lying. Damn it had been a long time sense he tried to lie his way out of something.
"Where is she??"
……………………(I'm gonna sing the doom song now)…………..
Goku and Uub were finishing their training for the day when Goku felt a ki that was oddly familiar….
He followed the signature telling Uub to wait for him in the dinning room and eat without him. He heard the voice of a little old man. He looked and saw it was non other then emperor Pilaf, that chick, and that dog from his childhood.
"Pilaf," he asked in shock. The three now old villains turned in surprise. Goku looked at the strange vision of the old timers around the black star dragonballs with the blackstar dragon over looking them. "Hey, I don't think those are yours," he said sounding painfully like a dummy pointing out the obvious.
"Damnit," cursed Pilaf, "I really wish you were that pesky little kid still, you were so much easier to get rid of."
"YOUR WISH IS GRANTED,' said the dragon. A blinding light filled the lookout attracting everyone. Uub, King Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, Bardock, Dende, Popo, and the ugly grey cat who isn't really that important all rushed to the scene to find out what was going on. Oh and Piccolo was there to I guess.
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Next time:
Stuff will happen!
Fan-to-fiction: yea I do rock don't I! I know what you mean I was cracking up when I was writing it.
I-Love-Trunks1: This story loves you to. Well I have done weirder things on here then pass 10 years in 10 minutes you got to admit.
Shahi: You know I saw some of GT and I have to say I agree, GT must die! Oh there will be insanity, and oh will it be ever so full of madness, madness goo!