A/N: I have decided I will try to post a new chapter every other day or so until I get burned out or run out of ideas. I also think I will start making chapters a little longer than I am used to.

Also, Context: Trampire originally was a minor character in the Dr. Slump series, also created by Akira Toriyama, She had a cameo in the original Dragon Ball, serving as a grim reaper working under King Yemma. I thought it would be a neat project to take a very minor character and expand on their story. I have no idea how to add a totally new character, and figured it'd be easier to label her as an OC. And so, here we are.

Return to Castle Trampire

Standing in the rubble of the bar she had just laid to waste, Trampire stared at the destruction she caused as the townsfolk gathered around to appraise her damages.

"You Okay?" The bartender yelled, shaking from the events that just transpired. Her bar in ruins, the town in grave danger if Trampire finds herself unable to control these instances of apparently dangerous mental outbursts.

The cyborg vampiress simply couldn't move, paralyzed by the sheer mental shock of keeping her mind free of the intrusive thoughts conjured by Gero's implants. She did not expect clearing her mind would be so physically and mentally draining.

Seconds passed.

"Hello? Earth to…? I think you haven't actually told me your name…?" The Bartender asked.

Then minutes.

"My name doesn't matter." She whispered, "It's changed so much over the decades…" A lone tear dripped from her eye, as she saw the horror of the barkeep's children upon witnessing their home get destroyed. One child, however, looked up to her with pure excitement in his eyes.

The wrong emotion to be feeling right now, Trampire thought.

The kid, probably around 8 or 9 years old, ran through the rubble to meet the Vampiress and express such "wrong emotions".

"I believe I prefer Jetta." She said, exhausted.

The kid walked up to her, clearly beaming with excitement.

"This ain't nothing to be excited about, kid." Jetta mumbled, "Hey! Sorry for blowing up your bar! I'll help you build a new one. I can at least do that…" She looked around her at the rubble.

The kid did not falter, "You're so cool! You should really have signed up for the world martial arts tournament! I'm sure you'd do great! You could even beat Goku, I bet."

Voice Pattern Recognized. Kill Son Goku.

Jetta felt a surge go through her head upon hearing the name Gero craved to be erased from existence. A needle of electricity jolted into her brain.

Letting out a pained sigh, Trampire asked a favour of the boy. "Please… don't say that name."

The kid perked up. "What, Goku? He won the tournament, he beat Piccolo, even. Now the world is safe because of him!"

The jolt returned with a vengeance. This time, she couldn't help but squeak from the pain.

Kill Son Goku

She admired the kid's enthusiasm for her newfound strength, but it was misplaced. Jetta scoffed, reminiscing on how she even got to this point.

Trampire awaited in the line of souls to be judged by King Yemma, after weeks of waiting, Trampire was finally blessed with his presence. She had committed numerous sins in the name of gaining power and wealth, centuries of income that became pointless upon her death.

"Jetta Von Tramp, you are one of the 20,000 souls killed by Dracula. Your sins are insignificant in comparison to others in your situation. I am willing to not send you to hell, if you choose to work for me as death. I require a contract from you, and as you are reanimated as a vampire, you will have a place in the afterlife as one of my servants. You can return to your body, under the condition you reap souls for me."

Jetta stared at him, dumbfounded. "What's the point if there's no money in the afterlife?"

King Yemma double checked his book. Seeing how greedy Jetta truly was, she wasn't going to accept unless she gets paid; a lot.

"You will be paid an amount of zeni you can only dream of. Times are tough, the death count produced by Dracula is so staggering, I require extra help. You will receive significant compensation for this favour to me and the other world as a whole."

"As long as there's money involved, I'm in. Life without money is no life at all."

The kid grabbed Trampire's wrist and shook her quite violently for a child. "Miss?" He yelled.

Snapping out of her trance, she ripped her hand away from the child. She can't believe she was that greedy at one point. Sure, it was 200 years ago, but even then…

"Enough, I will help you repair your bar, but after that, I'm leaving." She explained, "Stand back!"

Trampire strained her mind to picture the old building she had entered mere hours ago, making sure to piece it together perfectly from within her mind's eye. Her eyes shifted to a red hue as she concentrated.

Dozens of planks and timber frames lifted off the ground at once, melding together and repairing splits in the wood, and forming into the shapes they once held.

"Wow, miss! That's really something!" The kid clamoured praise at the evidently strong vampiress.

"This ain't nothing, kid, not since I've awoken my third eye anyhow.''

The kid beamed infectious joy in such a way that she couldn't help but smile at him. She may have sold her soul to Yemma, but she's still got a heart, at least. Being trapped in Gero's lab for eight years really, really made her think about what is and isn't important. Fostering these reactions in people, that's what is important to her now. Ask her ten years ago, and she'd probably say something along the lines of "Blood and money make the world go 'round!", but now, she's tired. Wanting for nothing more than a safe coffin to sleep in.

As she finished rebuilding the bar, she looked back on the town she left behind, taking off from the ground to return to Castle Trampire. After 10 long years of torment, she was finally going home.

"Bye!" The kid waived at her. She couldn't help but waive back at him, before flying out of sight.

Age 751.

Less than one year after the destruction of the red ribbon army at the hands of Goku, Gero plots revenge for the death of his son.

He needs a suitable test subject for biomechanical organs that can provide unlimited power, so long as the android can absorb power through bodily fluids. The energy absorption model he had dreamed up was just entering the prototyping phase.

Why work harder to integrate that into a human, when you can work smarter, and integrate that into a vampire?

Luckily, Dr. Gero heard from King Nikochan, that there is another android, Arale Noramaki, and that there is a vampire that is an acquaintance of Arale.

Gero gathers together a drone to hack into Arale's systems, to see where this vampire went off to…

Upon looking through the database, Gero uncovers something interesting…

"You gonna go play somewhere?" Arale asked Trampire, not realizing her father is dead. The android could see Senbei's soul, a ghostly figure with an ethereal halo above his head.

Gero's mind jumped with too many questions about the recording he had only been witnessing for a few minutes.

Why is this man transparent? Why is there a halo above his head? Is he dead? Is this the afterlife? There is an afterlife?

He continued watching, seeing what this vampire was all about…

Trampire laughed, "Yes, little girl." She picked up Senbei's corpse, "You see, this man's dead."

Franken, Jetta's servant chimed in, "We're going to take him to Lord Yemma! Very scary, indeed!"

Arale looked at them with a golden look in her eyes. "Cool! I want to go too!"

Jetta and Franken both fall flat on their butts upon hearing this, taken aback. "Are you crazy?" Jetta asked, absolutely dumbfounded at this question.

Franken placed his paw over his mouth, to where only Trampire could hear him. "Hey, maybe we give her what she wants, we can probably get double the pay!"

Jetta agrees. As she takes Arale's creator, Franken takes Arale to the other world to meet King Yemma.

A massive oni looking person probably around 20 metres tall stares down at the group.

Is this god? No, He can't be. God is not real. Nor is any deity for that matter! Yeah!

Gero tried justifying what exactly he was seeing, but simply could not do so with facts and logic alone.

Maybe, if I can find this Trampire person, I can have her take me to my Son! Maybe he's still around, in the other world? Hell, perhaps? I can make her take me to him!

Gero continued Arale's recording…

At that moment, Arale was rummaging through her bag trying to find something, what, Gero was unsure of, but he could no longer hear the conversation happening around her as Arale was only thinking of poop. For some reason. Eventually, after several minutes of digging through her bag later, she pulls out something.

"Hey, Pops, I got somethin' for ya!" Arale held out a stick with a perfectly spiralized, well articulated turd on the end of a stick.

Yemma roared upon seeing this stick of defecation, which Arale perfectly flung the piece of poop onto Yemma's nose.

His roars grew louder, clutching an equally giant cloth, he wiped his face while screaming. "You're both going down! Down I say! Both of you!"

He glares daggers at Trampire, equally confused and embarrassed at Arale's actions. Jetta never had fear in her eyes quite like she did when running away from King Yemma.

"And you're fired!" Yemma roared, "Take them away!"

There goes that plan…

Gero remained glued to the screen, deep in thought.

Maybe she still knows how to get into the other world, and can show me where my son is! Regardless if she is allowed or not, I can make her bring Gebo back if I wanted her to. All I need is to make her an android.

He continued thinking, all of his previous androids had loyalty issues. How would he keep the twelfth one in line?

What if I put an implant in her brain to provide her with messaging via neural shocks? A stick would be much better than a carrot.

He continued his devious plan to control one of god's servants…

I could provide her with a means of survival not intrinsically tied to blood? Perhaps an organ that produces nutritional blood supplies from converting normal food into a source of blood plasma? Maybe when this organ receives actual blood, it can process the blood into a stronger energy source than food alone? Providing a boost and incentive to continue drinking blood, draining my enemies. Goku especially….

And so, Gero's future was set. All he had to do was capture this vampiress, and he'd have his son back, and the boy that killed him could be dead. All with simple coercion…

Upon reaching her castle, she stopped at the grave of Franken, her beloved companion. Originally Frankenstien's uncreatively named younger brother, also created by Victor Frankenstein two hundred years ago, he was also a wolfman. Trampire's best friend. Until Gero came eight years ago and killed him in cold blood.

She pours out a glass of wine on his grave, before making her way inside.

Telekinetically opening her coffin, she jumps into the piled up pillows and stuffed animals she acquired over the centuries, hoarding them like a kid with halloween candy. She could barely fit into the coffin anymore, so many stuffed animals lined the bottom.

Slamming the lid down upon herself, she teared up, bawling her eyes out into her favourite stuffed turtle. She hadn't even bothered to name all of them, she had so many plushies, nevertheless, she hugged the turtle as though her life depended on it.

And it very well might.

Her sadness overpowered her, as she broadcasted both her emotions and power signature across miles, making its way to an island far off the coast.

This tiny island, with a singular house, the home of an ancient martial arts master almost as old as Jetta herself, and another, living, talking turtle.

Goku sneezed, upon seeing this power unfold near him, he had to sate his curiosity. This person may be almost as strong as Piccolo, if his hunch is correct. Normally, broadcasting a fraction of your power so far for him to sense it is a feat of great reserves of ki, regardless of how strong the individual may be in reality.

The defender of the world, who had defeated king piccolo mere months ago, departed from the isle of the turtle hermit, Kame House, to check whether this new energy signature is friend or foe.