When Vegeta opened his eyes, he was greeted by utter darkness, like always. But he knew instantly that he was not awakening in the same place where he laid to rest. The salty smell, the musty air, the sounds from his surroundings all hinted that he was near water, yet somewhere confined. When Vegeta forced open the lid that had been securely fastened to his crate, a weight from above made the effort more difficult than usual. Of course, nothing was too difficult for him. Vegeta punched his arm through the crate, throwing the cargo sitting on top of him to the ground with a resounding thud as he escaped his confinement.

"Quiet, Vegeta!" Kakarot hissed. "Don't you hear them up there?"

Vegeta blinked, his eyes focusing on the dark silhouette now standing beside him, while his ears focused on the muffled rambunctious laughter and banter happening above.

"Hn." Vegeta huffed as he crawled out of his crate. "It looks like your little friend actually succeeded."

Kakarot made his way through the dark cargo hold, stepping past restless caged animals, other cargo crate piles, and mounds of dirty hay, to peer upstairs in search of people. "Don't sound so surprised. I told you Krillin was our guy."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "Now that he's done what we needed him for, I'd like to kill the little worm."

"Vegeta!" Kakarot turned with wide-eyed shock, and then a playful smile. "That's not what we promised him. I promised I'd get him that woman."

"Kakarot."

"Vegeta," Kakarot's voice turned low and serious at Vegeta's scolding tone, "we aren't leaving port tonight anyways. Let's have some fun while the night is young."

Vegeta clenched his jaw and crossed his arms. He could tell, from the talk above, that the crew wasn't planning on leaving port until morning. But what Kakarot planned to do was just reckless. It would get him killed again.

Vegeta firmly shook his head. "Piccolo is out there. He's looking for you."

"I know." Kakarot smirked. "What if we run into him tonight? That would be exciting."

"Or fatal."

"Vegeta," Kakarot glided forwards to press himself against his lover with a mischievous smile, "don't be so uptight. No one can hurt us."

Vegeta removed himself from the strong arms looping around his neck. "You're behaving like a newborn."

"Technically," Kakarot smiled as his eyes rolled back in amusement, "I am one. I think."

"You're not."

"Besides," Kakarot smiled again as he draped himself around Vegeta, ignoring the cold shoulder he was receiving, "I'm so thirsty."

Vegeta swallowed on impulse at Kakarot's enticing mention of thirst. It was true that he was thirsty as well. That little sustenance from Krillin the previous night was hardly enough to last them for the journey across the sea.

"I know you feel the thirst, too." Kakarot nuzzled his forehead against Vegeta's. "Let's go out and feed together, like we used to."

Vegeta felt his traitorous body shudder at Kakarot's seductively tantalizing offer. He knew Kakarot felt his shudder, judging by his smug hum of satisfaction. Growling with irritation, Vegeta conceded without a word. His subtle body language of a turn in direction of the stairs accompanied by the tension leaving his body made it clear enough to Kakarot that he'd agreed to hunt.

But when Kakarot stepped forward, Vegeta placed a halting hand on his chest, forcing him to stop in his swift movement. "The crew is off limits."

Kakarot met Vegeta's eyes, his mouth falling open in bewilderment and blatant disappointment. "But Vegeta-"

Vegeta glared and raised his hand from Kakarot's chest to wrap it firmly around his throat. "Listen, you idiot. If we kill even one crew member tonight, they could decide not to depart tomorrow. Don't you realize that this passage may be our only chance back to Vegetasei?"

When Kakarot smiled in blatant amusement and disregard for the severity of Vegeta's warning, Vegeta clenched his fingers more tightly around Kakatot's neck. "Why the hell did I go to all this trouble for you?"

Vegeta threw Kakarot by the throat, heaving the other vampire towards a pile of crates. Kakarot caught himself as he collided with the crates, only bumping quietly before stumbling forward to smile at Vegeta.

"Damn, Vegeta! We need to work on your foreplay. You've gotten rusty over the years."

Vegeta smirked at Kakarot, his anger instantly quelled by Kakarot's carefree demeanor and sexy smile. This was why he needed Kakarot so much. What he did to him. No one ever affected him so much as this. But if Kakarot wanted to insinuate that he didn't know his foreplay, Vegeta would have to show him what skills two-hundred more years of practice could foster. It was not he who was rusty.

"How's this," Vegeta said, reaching with inhuman speed between Kakarot's legs to caress his flaccid length, "for foreplay?"

Kakarot hissed at the unexpected contact, coupled with the intense look of desire in Vegeta's eyes, which continued boring into him. When Vegeta's fingers began expertly stroking and fondling him, caressing him to hardness, Kakarot fought to suppress a groan. Looking at Vegeta's sexy, smoldering gaze, he suddenly wished the plan was to remain in the cargo hold and fuck straight on through the night. He was already forgetting his thirst as he considered a soft patch of hay behind Vegeta, where he could throw Vegeta down and fuck him senseless with the cargo animals appropriately bearing witness to their animalistic passion.

After he observed Kakarot's mannerisms and sensed his thinking, Vegeta met his mate's wandering eyes, his smirk turning cruel. "Don't ever call me rusty. Now, we hunt for prey."

Kakarot glowered and bared his teeth as he followed Vegeta's determined march up the stairs, irritated by his sexual frustration, but even more so with himself for playing so easily into Vegeta's hands. He would make sure not to let that happen again.

Piccolo's eyes shot open from his meditative state. He was still posed as he was hours ago, in the exact same location. But when he opened his eyes, the location looked so much different. Because it was night. He could tell, even in his dark basement location. The difference was notable. He was more prepared now than he would ever be for a confrontation.

With purpose, he stood from the spot where he sat. He reached for the bag behind him, gathering stakes and crosses, an ax and a vial of holy water. He took every tool he could secure on his person, preparing himself for the violent assault that was about to take place.

With a racing heart and eagerness in his step he'd never possessed before, Piccolo darted up the stairs, yelling to no one in particular, "It's time!"

He was at the tavern again, now that it was night and his job for the vampires was done. Knowing it was only a matter of time before they wandered into the night from the cargo hold of Shen's ship, The Crane, Krillin was fearfully waiting for them to appear. But, he was also excitedly anticipating Lazuli's appearance. After Krillin spent a moment watching the froth dissipating in his mug, the startling sound of the front door of the tavern slamming open made his eyes go wide.

Krillin turned in his seat to aim his wide-eyed gaze at the incoming person. Recognizing the white-bearded, wrinkled face that stepped into the downcast lighting of the tavern lamps, Krillin sighed in disappointment. This was not who he expected, and even less so who he wanted to see in the tavern at the moment.

Roshi inhaled sharply in relief as the tavern door swung closed behind him. He was relieved, because sitting dead ahead at the bar was Krillin. When his prior search turned up empty at Vegeta's castle, Roshi knew this was who he needed to question. Krillin was perhaps the town's only hope of preventing anymore loss of lives at the hands of those sinister vampires.

With a determined march, Roshi approached Krillin, wasting not a second to question him, in spite of the younger man's reluctant frown. "Krillin!"

Krillin nodded, his frown remaining as he looked past Roshi. "Here for a drink, Old man? The ale's good tonight."

As Krillin waved to the bartender, trying to rid himself of Roshi with the promise of drink, Roshi scowled down at him. "Not tonight, Krillin. I have something important to ask you. Right now."

"Well," Krillin grumbled and narrowed his eyes, "go ahead, but make it quick."

"Krillin!" Roshi gasped. "Are you really trying to enjoy yourself tonight? We have a crisis in this town, if you haven't forgotten!"

At the word 'crisis', spoken more loudly than Roshi intended, several eavesdroppers ceased their conversations and stared at Krillin and Roshi. Krillin responded by smiling apologetically at the others, then glaring reprovingly at Roshi. Roshi forced a smile towards the population of the bar, until the crowd mostly relaxed and returned to what they were previously doing.

Krillin sighed, shook his head, and drank a swig from his mug, not even caring about the coating of foam that lingered on his upper lip. He needed to finish with the old man, and get rid of him as soon as possible. He couldn't let the old man meet Lazuli, or his chances of landing her would be over. He also couldn't let Roshi meet with the vampires, who he was very certain would be arriving at the tavern soon.

Roshi grunted and glared. "Krillin, the vampires have vacated their castle. They've found a new place to rest."

"They didn't kill anyone last night," Krillin's speech slowed as a deep, concerned frown crossed his face, "did they?"

"No. But if they've moved, they must be planning something." Roshi narrowed his eyes at Krillin. "And I suspect they had some help."

Krillin defiantly glared back at Roshi. "Why aren't you asking Piccolo about that?"

Roshi's eyes fell. "Well, I-"

"You never found him, did you?"

"No."

"Seems suspicious to me. We can't trust Piccolo, Elder. He's not in this for the safety of the town." Krillin wrapped his fingers around the handle of his mug, raising it with a smile. "I'm keeping an eye on this tavern, and all the people here tonight. It's reasonable to assume that everyone who's not here must be safely in their own homes."

Roshi shrugged, but nodded. "Alright." He turned away, then stopped abruptly. "Krillin, you didn't help the vampires move from the castle, did you?"

"No."

Roshi turned to meet Krillin's gaze. "Goku is your friend. He has been since you were boys. I would understand if you wanted to help him."

"Really?" Krillin set his mug on the bar and crossed his arms. "If you're so understanding, why did no one bother to give me a heads up that my best friend was turned into a vampire?"

Roshi frowned deeply, pressing his lips together as his gaze averted from Krillin. Krillin was right, after all. They should have told him something. Someone should have, and Roshi couldn't help feeling that with Yamcha and Bulma gone, that 'someone' should have been him.

"You're right, Krillin. I'm sorry."

Krillin gasped. That was not the response he expected. And Roshi's tone was so sincere, so apologetic, that Krillin couldn't help feeling bad for chastising the old man. He opened his mouth to say...something. He wanted to take the old man's guilt away as quickly as he had given it.

But when the tavern door swung open again, his mouth snapped shut. The breathtaking beauty that walked through the door literally took his breath away. He wanted to say something to her; he wanted to catch her eye. He wanted her so badly, that he momentarily forgot Roshi's presence, at least until the old man followed his gaze to ogle at his object of affection.

"E-Elder!" Krillin snapped, eager to draw Roshi's attention back to their conversation, and away from the lovely Lazuli Gero. "It's okay, about Goku." He gulped. "I actually...I saw-"

Roshi's attention was affectively diverted, and Krillin had every intention of telling the old man that he'd seen Goku the other night. But he couldn't finish his sentence. It was like the words caught in his throat.

"What? What did you see, Krillin?"

"G-Go-"

Roshi's eyes widened. "You saw Goku?"

"No!"

"Kakarot, then? Vegeta?"

Krillin shook his head fervently. "N-No!"

Roshi narrowed his eyes, gazing astutely at Krillin. It was strange, how the younger man wanted to tell him something, yet was suddenly so adamantly denying that he had anything to say.

"Krillin, what are you trying to tell me? Do you know where I can find the vampires?"

Krillin grit his teeth and grimaced. "No way! I don't know anything!"

Roshi huffed, his suspicious gaze never leaving Krillin. It almost seemed, with the way he was speaking, that someone was putting words in Krillin's mouth. Twisting his lip in a pensive expression, Roshi finally nodded. "I think you've been compelled, Krillin."

Krillin gasped. He wanted to shake his head in agreement, but instead found himself grimacing and avoiding Roshi's astute gaze. Being compelled, if that was what Vegeta has done to him, was pretty damn powerful. It was like he couldn't shake Vegeta's influence, no matter how badly he wanted to help Roshi, or how much he wanted to turn his attention to Lazuli, who was sitting alone at the bar, nonchalant. He felt determined to send Roshi off the track of the vampires, to keep him far from knowing their intentions of setting sail to Vegetasei.

"I won't be any help to you, Elder." Krillin sighed, relieved that he could speak his true mind in that instant. "If you want any answers, you should look for Piccolo. I'm sure he'll make his presence known, now that it's nighttime."

Roshi heaved a sigh, but nodded in agreement. Even if Krillin wanted to be helpful, Roshi doubted he could. But if Krillin was compelled the previous night, then everything he was doing, everything he was saying, was likely for the vampires' advantage. That would be true in regard to everything Krillin was saying and doing yesterday as well.

Roshi gasped. The docks! Whatever business Krillin had with Shen's crew, it had to be for the vampires. Roshi knew now that he needed to go back there. He peered at Krillin's curious gaze. He couldn't let Krillin know that he was onto them. That would only set Krillin off to defend and protect the vampires again. He was better off leaving and letting Krillin think he was going after Piccolo.

"You're right, Krillin. I'll see what Piccolo has to say for himself." Roshi's gaze panned across the busy tavern. "Are you sure you'll be alright here?"

Krillin's lip pulled up in a half-smile. "Sure. I don't think I'm in any danger here. I'll keep an eye out for everybody, though. I'll try to make sure, you know, that no one's going out into the night by themselves. Aside from you, of course."

Roshi smiled whole-heartedly, before turning to leave. As he swung the tavern door open and stepped into the blanket of night, he couldn't help realizing how vulnerable he was. Krillin was right that it wasn't safe to be alone out there at night. But Roshi had to get to those docks and discuss that cargo with Shen, or at least his crew.

It all made sense now. Prince Vegeta came to their once peaceful town, after all, from a foreign country across the sea. Kakarot, too, was apparently from that country, where he once resided with Vegeta. It would make sense that they'd want to take a voyage back across the sea, especially given that their secret was already exposed in this town. They could feed and live together more easily, undetected, somewhere else. They would even be able to escape Piccolo's pursuit, though Roshi did not see either vampire as the type to run from a fight, or Piccolo being one to give up so easily. No, something unpleasant was bound to happen between those three eventually. Roshi just hoped he wouldn't end up caught in the middle of it.

Their hands were joined as they walked, seeking the physical contact with one another which was still hard for them to believe they once again had. However, as they approached the glow of the light outside of the tavern, which was fronted by a male patron smoking and leaning against the tall wooden sign post, they released their grip. It was time to lure their victims, and their joint hands would certainly put a stymie on any chances of getting anyone to come along with them for the taking.

The man smoking glanced up at the pair as they approached the tavern door, smiling slyly at him. Kakarot passed first, his alluring smile catching the other man's eye, before he disappeared behind the tavern door and Vegeta's face filled the man's vision. Vegeta glared at the man watching his lover, whose cigarette fell from his lip. As Vegeta and Kakarot entered the tavern and allowed the wide, heavy door to swing closed behind them, the man gawked at the men who strangely drew his intrigue and attraction, something the man never would have thought was possible.

Once inside, Kakarot and Vegeta hesitated at the door, visually scanning the inhabitants of the establishment with careful scrutiny. Immediately, a pair of women caught Vegeta's eye, who had taken an interest in the two of them.

Meanwhile, Kakarot's gaze narrowed in on a familiar blonde woman making eye contact with him from the bar. It didn't take long for him to spy Krillin, sitting at a table a few feet from the bar, his body angled between Kakarot and the object of his affection. Kakarot smiled and headed straight for his old friend. When Vegeta noticed Kakarot's movement, he swiftly followed, though not before smirking promisingly at the two attractive young women seated across the tavern.

Kakarot took the seat beside Krillin's, making himself comfortable in spite of Krillin's visibly uncomfortable demeanor. "A job well done, my friend."

Krillin scooted his seat away from Kakarot. "Are you sure 'friend' is an appropriate term? I think goon, or minion, or-"

Kakarot laughed and slapped a hand on Krillin's back. "Krillin! We can still be friends. Nothing's really changed." He leaned in and flashed Krillin a toothy grin. "I just remember who I really am now."

"Sure." Krillin shrugged, but backed away and shivered as Vegeta took the chair beside Kakarot's. "You remember. And you sleep during the day, and drink people's-"

"Careful, Human." Vegeta growled, scaring Krillin into silence. "Keep talking like that and you just might push Kakarot into going about this my way."

Krillin gulped. "Your way?"

A smirk slowly spread across Vegeta's face in answer.

"This should be easy." Kakarot said nonchalantly, before Krillin or Vegeta had a chance to elaborate on their conversation. "Look, Krillin. She already has her eye on you."

As Kakarot indicated Lazuli with a raise of his chin, Krillin's eyes followed. In spite of his alarm and unease while surrounded by the vampires, he couldn't help softening his gaze as it landed on those icy blue eyes hiding behind a stray lock of smooth blonde hair.

Krillin sighed wistfully. "What's she ever going to see in a guy like me?"

"You're right." Vegeta said. "Let's forget about this and go, Kakarot."

"She obviously sees something in you, Krillin, or she wouldn't have been looking at you that way when we walked in. And Vegeta," Kakarot shifted his gaze with a stern look in his eyes and a playful smile, "I know you don't want to leave here without some company. They'll come along of their own free will if we stay just a little longer."

When Vegeta's eyes darted to the two women giggling and fluttering their lashes at him, Krillin grimaced. He could feel a lump rising in his throat, just knowing what Vegeta and Kakarot intended to do to those women. He still couldn't believe he was hearing those words so nonchalantly spoken from Goku's mouth.

"Uh," Krillin sputtered, "y-you don't need to h-help me. Really, I'm sure I can talk to Lazuli myself."

"I'm sure you can, too." Kakarot smiled and leaned back in his chair. "Go ahead. I'll be watching."

Krillin balked, then stared at Kakarot incredulously. His attempt to save those two women had obviously backfired, and in the worst way. Now he would have no help with Lazuli, and he had the added pressure of knowing that Kakarot, and likely Vegeta, would be watching their interaction.

Kakarot smiled as he watched Krillin rise from his chair. He knew Krillin was nervous, but he had every confidence that Krillin could do this. The human had more pull with Lazuli Gero than he knew. Even if he didn't, Kakarot was ready to add his influence if it was needed.

Vegeta's eyes lingered on his lover for a moment longer than he intended, who was watching his human charity case reach the woman's table. Never having understood Kakarot's need to create these projects, Vegeta still couldn't help admiring the other vampire for it. Kakarot always knew exactly what he wanted, and went for it regardless of what anyone else thought.

For that reason, Vegeta sat back and watched. Aside from that, Kakarot was right about that other thing. One furtive glance at the other two women confirmed that he would have his feeding tonight, as would Kakarot. Then they would leave for Vegetasei in the morning, in the safe, dark confinement of their covered soil.

When Lazuli smiled slyly at Krillin, who took the seat beside hers and engaged in a visibly awkward conversation, Kakarot felt a smile spread across his face. A movement in his peripheral vision temporarily diverted his attention to Vegeta, who was rising from their table with his eyes set on the two women across the tavern. But when Kakarot returned his attention to Krillin and Lazuli, he felt himself swell with pride. Krillin would be just fine once they were out of the town. Kakarot almost felt bad for not turning him. A vampire life was much more preferable than a human life.

But there was no time for turning his human friend. Kakarot's gaze flicked to Vegeta, who met his gaze from across the bar. The wry smile from his vampire counterpart told Kakarot everything he had to know about the situation going on over there. He had his own woman to catch tonight, before he could return to the ship and finally set sail for home. Lingering too long in one place wasn't wise. Piccolo was still out there, and would certainly be looking for them.

"Kakarot!" Vegeta yelled impatiently for him from across the bar.

Kakarot rose from his chair, throwing some coins on the table for whoever might care to collect money for the drink Krillin had been imbibing. Then he smiled at Vegeta, sauntering in his direction, before intently catching the eye of the woman who was not already draping herself around Vegeta's arm.

She was a pretty young woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She actually reminded Kakarot of Chi-Chi, though she wasn't as beautiful as his ex-fiancé. She definitely had a much more pliable personality, though, judging by the way she swooned as their eyes met.

"Kakarot, what took you so long?" Vegeta chided, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

As the red-haired friend of the Chi-Chi look-alike pressed her red painted lips into the crook of Vegeta's neck, Kakarot raised a brow at him. "You haven't started without me, have you, Vegeta?"

Vegeta smirked at Kakarot, while the women giggled, "started what?"

"Nothing." Vegeta answered, reaching around the redhead's waist to pull her closer. "Kakarot is just paranoid about being left out."

"Well," the brunette smiled as she slid her seat to butt against Kakarot's, "I find it hard to believe that anyone would ever leave this handsome gentleman out of their good time."

Kakarot flashed his teeth at her in a wide smile. "I'm always up for a good time."

"I'm sure you are."

As the woman's lewd gaze panned over Kakarot's chest, Kakarot detected a minuscule shiver that ran up her body. This was too easy. It almost wasn't any fun. His gaze shifted to Vegeta. He was what made this special. As Vegeta's dark irises shifted to meet his, Kakarot bit his lip, the image flashing in his mind of Vegeta sinking his teeth into that woman's neck. They needed to leave that tavern.

Vegeta gave Kakarot a nod, silently agreeing with his decision. He stood from his chair, extending his hand to the woman whose name he hadn't even bothered to learn. He never did that. Aside from Bulma, no woman had been worth the effort. Even Snake's true name remained a mystery to him. Yes, Bulma had been a special one, but no one would ever compare to the overwhelming force that was Kakarot.

"My name is Elena." The brunette told Kakarot as she followed her friend's lead and stood by Kakarot's side.

Kakarot wrapped an arm around her shoulder in one smooth movement, pulling her snugly into his chest. "Elena, maybe you wouldn't mind getting out of here with me. This place is getting boring."

Elena glanced at the redhead, who then raised her chin to questioningly meet Vegeta's gaze. "Vegeta?"

Vegeta smiled smugly. "Follow me."

Kakarot smirked as Elena ran her hand around his waist, her fingers caressing his skin beneath the hem of his shirt while they followed Vegeta and his redhead to the door of the tavern.

Once outside, Vegeta noted that the smoking man was gone, and the outside was void of people. It was perfect. With a wide grin, he yanked on the woman's hand, swinging her around with his momentum as he made his way around the corner of the tavern.

In the shadows of the side of the building, he planted his lips against the woman's, while Kakarot pressed his woman against the wall and fondled her through her clothing. Watching as the brunette kissed Kakarot fervently, Vegeta nearly sank his teeth into his woman's lip as his excitement built. Seeing Kakarot's lips caressing those soft lips of another, hearing his breathing growing ragged and the woman moaning at his ministrations, was a greater turn-on than the woman whose lips and body were pressing against his. Vegeta growled with desire as he pressed his hips against the woman's, gripping her plump ass tightly in his palms as he imagined all the things he would do to Kakarot once this was over.

Kakarot removed his gaze briefly from the woman kissing his lips to see Vegeta getting lost in his passion with the woman he had chosen. Even in the shadows, he could see that look on Vegeta's face, the one he always had when indulging in Kakarot, or a kill. Vegeta's blood lust was even stronger than his sexual lust. And Kakarot was feeling both, especially after seeing Vegeta's look. Teasingly, he moved his lips to press against the woman's neck, savoring the feel of her throbbing pulse beneath his sensitive lips. Experimentally, he flicked his tongue out, tasting her skin and imagining how the blood beneath it would taste. Elena moaned, wrapping her hand around the back of Kakarot's neck as her chest arched against his. Kakarot bucked his hips against hers, enjoying the delighted moan that poured from her lips as he finally sucked at the smooth skin of her neck. Kakarot's eyes flickered to Vegeta again. He needed Vegeta watching before he could savor this.

Vegeta was kissing his woman again, enjoying the taste of her tongue as it mingled with his, when he felt Kakarot's gaze burning into him. Without looking his way, Vegeta slowly moved his lips to press against the woman's jawline, traveling his kisses slowly towards the sensitive flesh of her neck. Once he'd reached his destination, Vegeta's eyes darted to Kakarot's needy, yearning gaze. With both of their lips pressed to the women's necks, both eyes locked on each other, Vegeta and Kakarot bared their teeth, biting down in unison.

A brief shriek was all that escaped the women's lips before Vegeta and Kakarot covered their mouths, quieting their victims as they sunk their teeth deeper. They sucked wantonly from the women's bodies the blood pouring from their wounds. Their gazes never diverted from one another as they fed, the taste of blood heightening their lust, until the women fell unconscious and finally collapsed in their arms.

Vegeta tossed his woman aside like a piece of trash, while Kakarot simply released his, allowing her to slip down his body, landing at his feet. Panting, Kakarot stood there, expecting Vegeta to come to him. Vegeta knew he didn't have to, though. Kakarot was the one without patience, and in the past had always been the one to come to Vegeta. They stood like that, staring at one another through heated desire in a stubborn stand-off, until Kakarot's desires finally won over his need to defeat Vegeta.

Kakarot pressed himself against Vegeta, with a bruising kiss smothering the other vampire's blood coated lips. "You taste...so good!"

Vegeta flicked out his tongue, teasing Kakarot's tongue with another sample of his taste. Then he grasped Kakarot's neck, pressing another bruising kiss against his lips before their tongues intermingled some more.

Kakarot groaned as he thrust his hips into Vegeta, being pleased by the feel of a hard bulge pressing against his own. "Vegeta."

"Mm," Vegeta hummed in response, grating his hips against Kakarot's, "I love watching you kill."

Kakarot shivered as Vegeta's whispered breath ghosted over his ear and the tiny hairs on his neck. Without a second of hesitation, Kakarot threw Vegeta to the ground, unfastening his pants as Vegeta climbed to his hands and knees.

Vegeta shot a glare over his shoulder, though the sight of his lover exposing his stiff erection out in the open quickly changed his mood. Thankful for the cover of dark shadows, Vegeta reached for his waistband, yanking the cloth down before his lover's impatience would ruin what was there.

After a bout of passion on the grounds just outside the tavern, compounded by the excitement of their nearby kills, Vegeta pulled away from Kakarot and abruptly ended the moment.

As Vegeta redressed and adjusted his clothing in silence, Kakarot fixed his pants and looked down upon the corpses. "Should we get rid of them?"

"No." Vegeta snorted and stepped over the bodies. "We'll be long gone before they're discovered."

Vegeta marched forward, towards the walkway in the front of the tavern, and Kakarot hurriedly followed. "Has Vegetasei changed much?"

"Kakarot, you've been dead for over two hundred years. Everything has changed."

Kakarot smiled, but before Vegeta could respond, the sound of the tavern door swinging open behind them drew both vampires's attention back to the tavern. Lazuli stepped out, shaking her blonde head of hair as she allowed the tavern door to start falling closed behind her, until it was abruptly stopped by a hand darting out to catch it.

"You want to go to my place?" Krillin's voice sounded dubious as he emerged from the tavern behind Lazuli.

Kakarot cracked a smile at the sight, while Vegeta grunted in amusement.

Lazuli turned a glare on Krillin. "Why not? You have a problem with inviting me over?"

"N-no! It's just that, at my place, my elder...well he can be, with women-"

Lazuli snorted. "I can handle myself, Krillin. I know all about that old lecher."

"Y-you do?" Krillin sprinted forward to catch up with Lazuli, who was walking down the path in the opposite direction of Kakarot and Vegeta, seemingly having failed to notice them.

Kakarot snickered as he watched Krillin, who stopped and turned at the sound of Kakarot's snickering.

"Ka-Kakarot?" He peered around Kakarot to view Vegeta and search for something else. "What happened to..."

Krillin trailed off, gulping as a guilty, but remorseless smile crossed Kakarot's face.

Vegeta scoffed. "Kakarot!"

"I have to go now, Krillin. Have fun and remember," grinning, Kakarot raised a finger to his lips, "Shhhh."

Kakarot turned and chuckled, following Vegeta, who was already walking away with no interest in Krillin. Kakarot felt good about the entire night, given that he succeeded in his promise to Krillin, he'd had an incredible hunt and feeding, and still had the chance to fuck Vegeta. The only thing that would make the night better for him would be fighting Piccolo, though he knew Vegeta wouldn't like that, not now.

Krillin sighed heavily, feeling the mounting tension leaving his body as he watched the vampires walk away. They would be gone by morning. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut, which he really didn't have a choice in the matter about, anyways. He would enjoy Lazuli's company, perhaps have the chance to marry and settle down like he'd always wanted, and put this whole nightmare behind him. He just hoped the guilt and grief wouldn't haunt him for the rest of his life.