Okay so it has been a while but nothing compared to the time it took for that last chapter. I'm really trying guys but between my new addiction to webcam chatrooms and work, well I'm trying! Don't hate me cause I'm lazy……

Okay so our budget is back and I realized how freaking long it has been sense you guys read any of this stuff. So along the way I will be explaining stuff that is important to know but I wont take up a whole chapter like last time.

In this chapter we will cover sects.

Vegeta: Daugheralucard doesn't own anything except Gizmo and Victoria and the idea of referting to future trunks as Gaijin. The rest of you didn't even think of it!!!

Me: Vegeta, I don't think you should mock the readers…..

Vegeta: Yea! What, are they just going to stop reading everytime I mock them?

Me: please don't say that…..

Shahi: he ran into Victoria Strandford (his second daughter but does not know that just yet) and was going to drink from her but she got away alive after Mirai (Gaijin Trunks's grandson) interfered.

I-Love-Trunks1: Well wait no longer for here it is!

Fan-to-fiction: wow I'm impressed you remember! I figured everyone forgot him.

Chapter 8

Vegeta strode into his boardroom with Gizmo in toe. Vegeta was hit with a realization and outside of the boardroom he turned to Gizmo.

"Hey, hey, I just realized something!"

"What," what asked Gizmo starting to have a bad tweak again.

"Man, your hair is still green!"

"Oh my kami! You're right! My hair IS still green. Why haven't I changed it?"

"I don't know, lets go the primogen are waiting for me." They two walked in standing lazily where they were. Vegeta lifted his hand up and with a big smile on his face and eyes half closed looking like Chinese eyes he said "Hey, guys, whats up?"

The primogen exchanged confused looks then looked back at him. "Um, well, the malkavian who broke the masquerade, your son I believe it is. Who is this?"

"Who this," he asked pointing at Gizmo, "a friend."

"Dude, you consider me a friend," he asked with a happy smile. Vegeta smiled back.

"Yea, man, you have been around sense Trunks's embrace. Man you use to come over to my house ALL the time. You practically live there. You, Marianna, Nikkei, and the others, you guys are cool beans to me."

"This is a high five moment Vegeta," said Gizmo raising his hand up. Vegeta returned the high five and the two walked over to the vacant chair. Vegeta sat in it and Gizmo stood close behind.

"Okay, if this weirdness is over, we can get to business. Mirai Trunks Vegeta Briefs is being accused of breaking the masquerade by letting a victim go. Now, we have the girl in the other room panicking, we will do something about her later, but for now, let us decided if it is proper to put out a blood hunt," said Max Strauss, the Tremere primogen.

"I vote against it," said Azia, the malkavian primogen and sire to Trunks.

"I vote against it to," said Vegeta.

"Yea me to," said Gizmo.

"Well I vote for it," said Courtney Cox, a Toreador vampire who chose acting in movies to cover her vampire identity (I knew it…).

"I second that voite," said the Brujah primogen Merrick Donald.

"I vote against it," said the Gangrel Zorro (no relation).

"Remember that he is under vampire law," said Strauss to the three against the idea plus Gizmo, "we must make sure that he is treated fairly regardless of favoritism."

"Sense when did favoritism not affect our decisions," snapped Vegeta, "Camarilla, HA! Everything we do is out of what is best for us not the Camarilla. I don't know if you guys noticed but the whole triangle scheme thing we have been using for years is pretty corrupt."

"I have noticed," said Strauss, "and the fact that Trunks has friends in high places makes this a very difficult decision. We don't want to anger the wrong people when we make this choice. Now let us consider where he stands in society. He has no love for the Camarilla, he is Anarch through and through, but he does have respect for us as primogen regardless.

Although law states that he should be put to death he is a very influential character and this could start a war."

"I don't know about you Max, but I don't want a bunch of Anarchs storming the place destroying everything," stated Azia.

"We also have to consider the Camarilla side," said Merrick, "what would happen if we let one vampire go?"

"Simple," said Zorro, "we never speak of this again."

"Now we are lying to our clans," snapped Merrick now standing up. Zorro stood up slowly and got in Merricks face.

"I don't know of you noticed but we don't speak of a lot of things that we do. Do they even know about the Sarcophagus yet?"

"Are you suggesting that protecting the clans from things they don't need to know is lying!?"

"That is exactly what I'm saying," he hissed.

"Hey, you guys are killin my vibes here," said Vegeta, "sit down both of you. You can solve your little private clan wars later."

"Vegeta is right," said Strauss, "we need to speak more the problem at hand. Has it been announced yet that the masquerade was broken?"

"No," said Courtney, "I wanted to wait to here the verdict before I contacted Gary and ask him to put the word out. I was hoping he would attend this evening but apparently he has chosen not to."

"On the contrary," said a dark spooky voice, "I have been here all night." He slowly reappeared from invisibility and walked out of the dark shadows he so often hid in. Hideous in every aspect, the Nosferatue primogen made his grand entrance.

"How long have you been here," asked Merrick.

"Sense before you got here boss," he said, hissing in that voice. He was the stuff nightmares were made of. "And as far as the masquerade violation, I say we vote for it. He is going to return to the land of the dead soon right boss," he said now turning toward Mirai Vegeta.

"Well yea, but, I don't want his last days here to be in hiding."

"Provided he and your mother don't find what they are searching for up there."

"How do you know about that," asked Vegeta angrily.

"Hahaha boss, I'm Nosferatue, I know everything that creeps in every corner here."

"Yea of course," he mumbled.

"So, sense he is not staying long and will be returning to the dead, do we all move in favor of a blood hunt," asked Strauss.

"Fine," said MV coldly, "but he wont be happy about this and if he sees fit to take out his frustrations on those of you who betrayed his trust, well I'm not going to stop him. I raised him to stick up for himself and not to take shit from stuck up idiots such as yourselves."

"So," said Courtney, "I guess that's it then. The word will go out."

"If he asks who voted for it, I'm so telling him," said Gizmo backing Vegeta up.

"Okay this meeting is over," said Merrick, not wanting this to get to ugly.

"Later dudes," said Gizmo.

"Um, are you guys on something," asked Courtney.

"She knows," shouted Gizmo at Vegeta.

"Don't worry I have a plan," said Vegeta now suffering a bad tweak. He grabbed Gizmo by the arm and extended his other to a very expensive glass wall. He shot a key blast through it and jumped out. The two landed on a car at the bottom of 20 stories and rolled off and hid from the building behind the car.

Vegeta pointed at his eyes, then at the car, then made a circular motion with both of his hands, tugged his ear, scrached his nose once, stomped his foot, did a little victory dance and Gizmo nodded.

The two stayed crouched as they snuck for the next car then James Bond rolled over the hood of it. They watched the building and ran down the street through the alley way. After reaching the other side of the alley way the ran out to the street and like James Bond walked into a Diner all cool like and sat at a table and ordered food in a very impressive fashion with British accents.

"Yes," said Vegeta, "I would like a stack of pancakes please darling."

"Yes and I would like your bowl of oatmeal." The waitress, not really impressed, popped her bubble gum, and walked away.

(Camarilla: A sect that invites all vampires as it's members like it or not. It is made from a pyramid of power. The Antediluvians, who are the fathers, the Primogen, who direct clans in certain states, The Prince, more of an overseer enforcing the law, and everyone else.)

"Well," said Gaijin Trunks, "that was a scary stop."

"Yea no kidding," said Shiru, "I'm getting dressed its ridiculous that we have been running around in our pjs all day." She stalked off to the shower to get dressed.

"Giru," came a little electronic voice.

"Did you hear that," asked Gaijin.

"What," asked Goku.

"That little electronic voice."

"No," said Goku, "are you sure your not just going crazy again?"

"No, I know all the voices in my head and there isn't one yelling Giru at me."

"Hey did we ever find the dragon radar," asked Trunks. Everyoen stood in silence. Nobody actually even looked for the radar after it fell out of the bag. Suddenly a little egg like robot with a red eye in the middle popped out from behind the fridge and scared everyone. Shiru came running in with bad thoughts going through her head.

Gaijin forgot he can't breath in space, Mirai was going crazy like his mother, Goku was playing with controls, Trunks was….doing something, Gaijin forgot he can't breath in space.

She was angry to see it was non of the following. A little robot was standing with the radar in hand looking at the scared group of men. Shiru rolled her eyes.

"What is that," she asked angrily pointing at Giru.

"Good question," said Mirai.

"I knew I wasn't' going crazy," said Gaijin happily.

"Crazy? Why would you be going crazy? You're a perfectly normal and well adjusted young man thanks to my son and his wonderful fathering skills he probably took from his loving mother."

"Didn't you and grandpa King leave him out in the woods once," asked Trunks.

"Shiru I'm a malkavian I could go catatonic at any given moment or even suffer dementia and be a useless crazy vegetable."

"Huh? Oh yea, that whole crazy vampire with voices in his head, that's right. What did I say? Anyway, what is that doing here?"

"Maybe he wanted to come with us," said Goku with a smile, "and look he brought the radar!"

"Didn't we pick up the radar when we dropped it," asked Shiru.

"Um, no," said Mirai, we just assumed you were going to.

"Oh, well, I assumed one of you were going to get it."

"Giru," said the little robot holdling up the radar.

"Yes, yes, you found it you're a very good and very annoying little robot," said Shiru. Her look of not caring turned to that of shock and so did eveyroen elses. The little robot popped it in his mouth and swallowed it.

"WHAT THE HELL," shouted Mirai, "ROBOTS DON'T EAT!"

"Well apparently they do," laughed Gaijin. Trunks wacked Gaijin on the head.

"You dope! This isn't funny! How are we suppose to find those dragonballs now without the radar!"

"Giru," shouted the robot. He made the top of his head pop up and a little screen with a blinking circle appear.

"Hey look, he made himself the radar," said Goku.

"Thankyou captain obvious," snapped Trunks. Shiru gave him a swift kick in the ribs. "HEY!"

"Well, no need to be nasty to the 3rd rate lowlife!"

"Hey look the next one is close by. On a planet right in front of us," said Gaijin happily. The next dragonball was close at hand now.

They landed on the planet. It was a large tropical place surrounded by oceans. They walked around the island looking for the object of desire. They were suddenly surrounded by rather tall people with tribal painting.

(Sabbat: Vampires who say fuck you to the man and let the inner beast take control. They frenzy often and like everyone aware of just what they are dealing with. Often times they will hire humans who know exactly what they are and hope to be part of the graduating class of the next shovelheads.)

King got off the little boat and climbed a rope latter. It was suspicious, like they were expecting him. He cautiously looked around and heard someone psst at him. He turned around and saw a cop motioning for him to come over.

King arched an eyebrow and walked over to him. "Gees," said the cop, "tell Johnson if he wants me to keep getting him these scoops he needs to send something better then a high school journalist. You should have known enough to at least dress for the occasion. A cop, security, life guard, something!"

"I wasn't aware this was a formal affair," said King deciding to play along. Although something in his gut wanted him to kill this mofo for being such an ass to the KING of all Saiyans.

"Alright fine, whatever. Okay, the information is in the record room, here is a list of what was on board, now hurry up and get the rest and if you get caught or are seen, I don't know you."

"Sure, whatever," said King flatly. He walked away and waited for the strange cop to call off the fist guard. When he saw the other man walk by he snuck into the hall. The second door on the right said RECORDS on it. He snuck in and found what Jeannet wanted. He then snuck outside and jumped across large boxes and big metal carriers to see the Sarcophagus sitting in the middle of the ship. The deck was covered in blood and bloody handprints all over the large gold coffin made it look as if it had been opened from the inside.

Curious…..

(Anarchs: Free living dead! They hate the camarilla and everything it represents. They believe the Camarilla law is just common sense. They are aware of the dangers of acting like the Sabbat but believe that you should live freely without a prince and that you don't really need the primogen. Think of the Camarilla as Britain and Anarchs as America).

Salem woke up on the floor of her cell. She looked around curiously. She couldn't remember where she was. She felt panic begin to rise. The voices….they were overbearing. Asking her over and over where they were. Telling her to break out. Freedom, she needed freedom. Suddenly she couldn't breath. The walls began to close in tighter and tighter until she gave out a shriek for help. She felt hot tears poor down her face.

The doors opened and a nurse came in asking her what was wrong. Without even thinking Salem felt something snap. She shoved the nurses head into the bedpost knocking her out. Salem grabbed the keys and ran out the door. She ran down the long corridors trying to avoid hands reaching out to her asking for help. But she didn't trust them, they were all out to get her, they would betray her.

She almost made it to the door when a security guard came around the corner. She quickly ran into one room that was empty and waited for him to walk by. She turned around and saw it was a supply closet. She grabbed a needle and a clear liquid she recognized as the stuff they ejected in her to put her into a dreamless sleep.

She loaded the needle and made sure the air pockets were out so as not to cause any damage to anyone if needed to use it. She slipped out and made it to the stair case. She opened the door and quickly ran down the spiral stares. She made it to the first floor and opened the door. A security guard was standing right in front of her. He grabbed her by the arm and asked what she was doing out of her holding cell.

Her saiyan instinked kicked in and she grabbed his arm. She spun around pulling his arm behind his back and stuck the needle in his neck. She led him to the front desk and told the woman to unlock the door or she would kill him.

Not wanting to risk it, the security guard unlocked the door and let her through. She eyed him carefully. She then threw the guard at the other one and ran out of the nut house.

(Kue-jin, if there is anything that the Camarilla and Anarchs have in common it's their hatred for the Kue-jin. They are the 'eastern vampires'. Instead of drinking blood they drink the spirit of mortals. They are deceptive shape shifters who's loyalty goes to the highest bidder. And there trust goes only to the perfect patsy candidate.)

Okay everyone King Vegeta's last appearance has been redone in the previous chapter that he was in so go check it out then read what is going on with him.