Undead
Blood Streak
Vegeta slammed his fist against the time travelers face again. Dark crimson blood flowed from the lavender haired vampire’s mouth as Mirai tried to regain his footing. Coughing to clear his throat, the Demi tried again to speak.
“I didn’t mean to…” was all he could manage before his world went black again.
****
Goten choked and gasped on the bed Bulma made out for him in the cellar. Light was going to be his downfall, so this would be where he was treated for his, Injury…
His blood was beginning to boil with the toxin running through his veins. Goten was turning. And there was nothing they could do. The blue haired scientist only had a short period of time to study the disease that had plagued the humans of the ‘other’ world. There wasn’t nearly enough time to invent a cure. Not for this Demi-Sayjin.
As Goten began to scream, Bulma found it difficult to hold back the emotions that welled up behind her eyes.
Closing them did her no good however. The image of what had happened in the room danced before her dark eyelids mockingly.
There on the bed was Mirai, whom she trusted dearly, holding Goten behind the neck.
Sucking the life out of him…
He was so Pale…
Opening her eyes again, she jumped back and lost her footing. Landing hard upon the concrete floor, she held a hand over her mouth to prevent the yelp that threatened. Yellow menacing eyes had locked with hers. And then the Grin; a wicked evil grin from the condemned soul on the bed. He was beyond help at this point.
He had to be disposed of.
****
Vegeta had taken his eldest son to an empty room in capsule Corp and was in the process of deciding what to do. Whether or not the boy meant to hurt Kakarots child was no longer the question. The others would demand justice for his wrong doing. Goten was going to be, if not already, one of ‘them’ and this tainted Sayjin would pay the price of their bizarre human sense of morality if he didn’t do something.
Something…
There was the million dollar question.
What do you do with a creature starved of nourishment, ‘well no longer starved I suppose’ he thought.
Oh even better. Now the thing has a taste for blood. What the fuck?!
‘Do I let them have their way?’ He contemplated to the unconscious thing at his feet. Staring hard into his own flesh and blood, finding the kinship he had once shared with the soul who killed his long time tormenter Freeza and spend a little less than a year in the Hyperbolic Chamber with. Vegeta had made his decision.
“Fuck these Human creatures. I’ll keep my eyes on you. Let them deal with the 3rdclass Sayjins brat. That’s their responsibility. ”
With that announcement, he slung the youth over his shoulder, opened the slider and took off for the mountains.
‘Since when did I REALLY care what the fuck they thought anyway?!’