Sorry the update took so long what with classes starting up again. So here it is

Vegeta: the only thing Daughteralucard owns at this point is Salem and the plot. Everything else is owned by someone else more worthy of it then she so R&R BITCHES!

Me: -.-

Chapter 2

Terry sat in the chair across from the vampire he was waiting for. The Ventrue looked at Terry intently. His hair was like a black flame, he wore a dark blue button up shirt, Prada most likely, and long black pants. The shirt was not tucked in and he had no tie on like what you would usually see on a Ventrue but he did dress fashionably. One of the things Ventrue's and Toreador's had in common, the amazing taste in fashion.

"Primogen Vegeta," said Terry with a smile, "long time no see. Doing well for yourself?"

"Well," he said in his deep raspy voice (that you girls know you can't resist), "I guess not."

"What have you been doing to get this much?"

"You would be amazed how much the Nosferatu would pay for just a little bit of gossip."

"How do they get the money?"

"Who knows, Nosferatu don't share secrets, very private bunch."

"Much like yourself," said Terry.

"I guess." Terry gave a deep sigh. Of all the vampire clans, the nosferatu were the ones he hated most. They were loathsome and disgusting looking. They were full of secrets but knew everything that was going on. The Tremere were also secretive but didn't put there noses in other's business on purpose. Malkavians tend to be nosy themselves but it wasn't really their fault. The nosfratu were hideous creatures that looked like disease attacked them. He once met one that looked like someone had cut off pieces of there face and sewed it back on the wrong way.

Vegeta smiled at Terry's reaction. His distaste was more for the Malkavians and Tremere, the Nosferatu didn't really bother him at all. There were a select few malks he tolerated, Terry and Vegeta's son Mirai being a couple, but for the most part they weren't worth listening to but all good fun.

"I highly doubt you came here to ask me how I'm doing as far as money," said Vegeta.

"You're right. To tell you the truth I couldn't care less."

"So why ask?"

"To strike conversation."

"I hate talking and having 'conversation'," Vegeta said with menace in his words.

"I know. Here is what I really want though. I want to know what is going on with Mirai, he is distant, depressed, he seems to have this new obsession with death-"

"Death obsession isn't new."

"What?"

"He always had a morbid fascination for death. Why you never knew this, well, I just couldn't give a flying fuck."

"There is something very wrong with him!"

"Shut up and sit down! I know that! Do you honestly think I haven't noticed!?"

"What? When was the last time you spoke?"

"We didn't, I came by the Poison Blade on business with a Toreador. I saw him there talking to one of his bar tenders about something. I think he was on something though, he seemed a bit funny that night. Well I met up with the Toreador to close the deal on some land he wanted here in West City. I saw him on the dance floor unusually hyperactive but moving lazily. The Toreador wanted to set up a percentage and a cut with me so again we were at the Poison Blade and I saw him sitting at his bar looking depressed and distant. I had a Nosferatu find out what was going on in exchange for a bit of gossip about my client and he was more then willing to keep and eye on the kid for me."

"So what is going on," asked Terry.

"From what I understand he is still being haunted from the Babidi incident. No one really knows for sure but that is the theory."

"I don't trust those loathsome worms," said Terry, "but I will trust what you tell me."

Vegeta considered this for a moment and nodded. Terry thanked Vegeta for his information and left. Vegeta sat in silence for a moment then looked at his clock, it was time to go.

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Punch, kick, roundhouse kick, floor sweep, ki blast. MV and V were both having a hard spar. It seemed that MV was having the advantage but V kept in mind that MV had been around a hell of a lot longer. V smiled at MV had fazed out and he got a shot in the older ones kidney. This was met with a nock in the back of the head. Both warriors felt to the ground and looked over at the clock in the GR. Time for food.

They got up and turned the GR off then left for the kitchen. They both sat down and saw Bulma come in. "Oh hey guys! You aren't going to believe it but Mirai is suppose to be here in a couple minutes. He agreed to be a Guiney pig for me to try out my new energy depleter. It is a bracelet that takes away your saiyan strength and power and makes you just as week as any other human."

"Why the hell would you create such an abomination, Bulma," asked V.

"Because it might come in handy," she said slyly, walking up to V in a very provocative way. V seemed to consider this for a moment.

"What if I put it on you," he asked.

"The moment you got on top of me I would snap in two," she said angrily.

"Besides, isn't it better that I am as strong as I am?"

"Well, it isn't fair," she said pouting, "I can't fight back."

"Well," said MV, "if you don't want to play that way V I will take your place." V didn't know if he should be angered or not. Just then the front door opened and a depressed looking Mirai walked in. MV and Mirai really didn't want to run into each other, the last time they talked they had a very big disagreement which ended in MV's pride hurt and Mirai's conscious haunting him. Yamma was no help at all. Mirai tried to explain to the oversized oaf with the emotional span of a teaspoon that he was really wanting to take the day off from working so he could set things right. Mirai sighed, why did he always end up with the emotionally impaired?

MV was also wanting to set things right, meaning he was waiting for Mirai to set it right, but he was cut short by the Toreador he was talking about to Terry to get a chance to confront Mirai. Bulma smiled and set Mirai down across from MV who was sitting next to V as they ate. The two avoided eye contact. V noticed, but before Bulma could she got a call and left for the living room so as not to seem rude, not that she really cared, she just sensed the tension in the room.

Mirai seemed to snap out of his depressed state. The two Vegeta's looked at Mirai with interest. "I see an exile, three a suspend, one of them tabooed." They waited from him to snap back to reality.

Bulma came in furious. "Mirai," she said politely trying to control her temper, "we are going to have to postpone, do you mind dear?" Mirai just silently shook his head. Bulma stormed upstairs. The other two looked at him.

"Okay," said MV, "what was that?"

"Well, this girl was being harassed. I guess Trunks has a thing for her. So he went over to get him to leave her alone followed by Goten and Salem. Well Salem and the girl stood on the side lines as the other two talked to the boy who I saw the letter J but nothing else. The letter J made a swing at Trunks who ducked and J managed to accidentally hit Goten. Goten shoved J and J made a move to attack but Trunks grabbed hold of him and put him in a head lock. J shoved his elbow into Trunks and then a crowed, the girls look annoyed, the three are still attacking each other, the teacher pulls J, Goten, and Trunks apart. Goten and Trunks look okay J does not. J will be taken out of school by his mother who can't deal with any more law suites from parents, Goten and Trunks will be suspended and all three are on a probation period."

"Doesn't surprise me,' said V, "this isn't the first time Trunks has been suspended on account of fighting. Goten is usually out of the way, why does he get probation?"

"The inner eye can only see so much. I'm sure one of my personalities know why, just not this one." MV sighed. For once in his life and undead life he was starting to wish he didn't like in a Ann Rice/Jerry Springer world. True, most people would kill to have a life were something new happened everyday, the only problem was when you wake up in the morning and your first thought is 'I'm I gonna be part of an alien cabaret, or am I going to bring about the end of the universe some mystical way and then save it by the end of the day?' Sure it sounds exciting, but it was also exhausting and overwhelming. The fact that he was a Ventrue didn't help. People always turned to the big man for answers to their problems and expect him to do every political thing thrown in his office. He had to stop wars, he had to start them, he had to open place, sight places and domains, he had to deal with the rest of the vampire clans because when something wrong in West City it was all his fault but when he did it right it was his fault, not the clans, his.

Bulma came in and instead of wearing her overalls, white shirt, and white flip flops she was wearing, she wore a red spaghetti strap with a white unbuttoned shirt over it, a long white skirt, and red flat boots that went up to her knees. She grabbed her purse and V and stormed out the door griping at V that his son has been causing trouble at school again.

Mirai and MV both stood up. They stood in silence for a moment then Mirai broke it.

"I saw you the other day with Ron Colbert."

"Oh, you know him," said MV now sitting down with Mirai following suit.

"Oh yes, he hangs around a lot. What were you and the Toreador talking about?"

"He is looking into investing land here. I agreed and now he wants to cut a percentage with me."

"Why let him?"

"You know Denis?"

"That pretty girl you made a ghoul to do anything you want with and yet still do nothing?"

"He has a thing for her."

"So?"

"Well, she will do anything I tell her, ever fall in love with Colbert. He marries her, 'mysteriously' dies, and leaves everything to her."

"And she gives it to you including the investment?"

"I almost forgot how fast you caught on to everything. Care to 'accidentally' snap his head off his shoulders for me?"

"Not really," said Mirai with a sigh of depression, "I'm not up to killing indiscriminately anymore."

"Why? Because of something a possession did to you?" Mirai just stared off. "You know it's a good thing vampires don't drug test." Mirai gave him a curious look. "Is weed what's been keeping you from killing yourself?"

"More like helping me get through the depression. The only thing keeping me from killing myself is the fact that if I die you get my club." Vegeta chuckled. Mirai smiled. "What are you up to today?" MV put his face in his hands.

"I have to meet with anark Ventrue and camarilla Ventrue to fight over weather or not LA should be considered a free state."

"Isn't LA a city?"

"I don't ask questions for fear of an answer. I'm not on any side."

"Amen to that. The anarks are all great and everything with there free living but they're kidding themselves. Where ever there is power, someone is going to try and take it. The Camarilla is all about power and laws that are suppose to protect us but our recent 'prince' has made it more to make things go to his advantage. The sabbat are frenzy crazed assholes, and the kway-jin? Well I just hate them." Mirai said prince with menacingly poisoned tone. MV just nodded in agreement to every fact and opinion named off. "I don't trust anyone with an 'x' in there name."

"LaCroix signs his with a capital LA."

"Oooo I thought trick word play was my bit." MV only chuckled. "I don't see why they want LA so badly."

"Because if LaCroix gets power over LA how long before West City?"

"You are his biggest threat. I heard whispers that LaCroix is gonna loose his job and your gonna be up for Camarilla Prince."

"I really don't want it."

"Why not?"

"Because that will only mean I have to deal with these camarilla idiots even more!"

"I see your point. You Ventrue are only going to bring about the end of yourself. You are gonna eat yourselves from the inside out until there is nothing left."

"Not if Gahenna get's us first." Mirai only smiled. "Wanna pain reliever?"

"From you? Hell no!"

"You sure, best damn cure in the world."

"That why you still hate yourself?"

"Not for that whole night."

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MV and Mirai sat in the livingroom area of Mirai's home on the second floor of the Poison blade. The living area, three doors, two bedrooms and a closet, a two step staircase up to the dining area/kitchen and a door to the left leading out to the club and one to the right that was an office.

Mirai and Vegeta both were laughing like a couple hyenas at a comedy club. Mirai took a hit off the pipe and gave it to Vegeta. They were working on there third bowl already. "When was the last time we did this together," asked Mirai.

"I believe it was the night before you left to come here to fight the androids. It was possibly the last night we would see each other so we had a circle in the living room at that Asian Theatre that Nikki stayed in."

"oh yea, I remember, we were in the room with the camera and film watching a Jay and Silent Bob movie."

"Eating food from the consession." Both started laughing like crazy. Mirai looked up at his clock and saw he had to unlock the door for employees. He got up, or tried to, and walked up the first step and tripped on the second falling flat on his face. Vegeta fell back from his sitting position and began laughing so hard he started to cry. He held onto his ribs and stopped when he saw the roof moving in circular motions. He got up and picked Mirai up and helped him downstairs.

Vegeta and Mirai got out of the apartment and walked across the metal walkway lining the walls to the old fashion elevator. It was one of those elevators that you saw in old hotels (if you have ever seen rocky Horror Picture show, its that kind). Mirai flipped the switch and turned the elevator on. He saw the light turn green and stared at it "So pretty," he said in a mesmerized tone. Vegeta opened the two doors and shoved Mirai in. He pressed the down button and when it lit up, Vegeta was extremely amused and pressed the up button to.

"Look," he said to his son, "its like a Christmas tree!" Mirai laughed and ran his fingers along the two buttons.

"Its not fuzzy like a cat!" Vegeta stroked the buttons to and nodded in agreement, it was not fuzzy like a cat at all. When the elevator stopped, the two stumbled out toward the door. Mirai unlocked it and Vegeta went through it.

"You know," said Vegeta, "Terry was asking about you. Wants to know what is wrong with you. I'm gonna have to tell him that I can't really do anything about it now."

"Why not," asked Mirai who was now giggling as if this was some great gossip heard under the drier at a hair dresser.

"Cause I come over here I'm gonna get high again."

"Did you here about the reverend and Marge," asked Mirai in a voice that made him sound like a gay flamboyant guy, "hanky panky!" He said the last part in a sing song voice. Vegeta looked at him for a moment then broke up with laughter.

"I have to go settle that dispute," said Vegeta staggering away.

"You go gettem' boss," said Mirai chuckling.

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Terry walked down toward the building he knew MV to be in. He walked in and saw two confused looking vampires walk out. Terry walked in and saw MV pigging out on waffles. He looked tired to. "So," asked Terry.

"So what?"

"Did you go see Mirai."

"No but Mirai go see me!"

"What?"

"Do ray me, that's what!"

"So it is drugs!" Terry said realizing Vegeta smelled unusually good, or bad, it was hard to pick which one.

"That's only part of it."

"What's the other part?"

"Syrup!" Terry eyed him for a moment, "come back when I'm sober."

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I know it's suppose to be all tragic and angsty but if you haven't realized how much I like comedy then you must not know me to well. I'm not good at drama ,