Dionysus

    "Vegeta, you're awake!" I hear his voice as my eyes slowly open. The sun has set yet I can see as perfectly as if it was day. My senses were sharp before, but this is a whole new level. I can smell Kakarott, his sweat, his blood. I can hear his heart beating, a low, rhythmic thumping. I can feel it, the beating of his heart sending vibrations through my body. And as I realize this I also grow aware of the fact that I am ravenously hungry, and the only thing I can think of to satisfy me is blood! I turn away, I can't let this happen! Yet I feel my canines sharpening, growing longer. The scent of blood fills my nose, such torture! My vision blurs and all I see is red..
    "Vegeta!" someone screams, the high-pitched wail pierces the thick cloud of blood lust and I shake my head, regaining composure. I look down and find that I've got Kakarott pinned to the floor. His hands are wrapped around my neck and his face is white with fear. I've never seen him look that way before.
    I jump up, trembling with rage at my weakness, and my fear. Fear that I'd come so close to drinking Kakarott's blood until he was nothing but a dried husk. I turn and see Bulma sobbing in a corner and my heart clenches painfully in my chest.
    And then I understand what I must do. For a moment the knowledge is too much to bear and I sink to my knees. Bulma tries to come forward but Kakarott grabs her arm and holds her back. But she is a defiant creature. With a shriek and a slap, she wrenches from his grasp and soon her scent is driving me mad. I moan and try to push her away, the blood lust comes back ten-fold and all I want to do is grab her and drain her. But I cannot! I love her with all my soul and I would rather thirst for eternity than harm her.
    "Bulma.. stay away!" I shove her weakly. The need is so bad, I'm physically aching. My veins burn and I'm feeling weak.
    "No!" she cries. "I love you!" I can barely contain myself, I'm shaking badly. I shove her away.
    "If you love me then stay away!" I scream, unwanted tears filling my eyes. "I can't be responsible for your death! I will die first!" and with that, I run.
    My speed has increased again, and Bulma does not see anything at all, Kakarott caught a glimpse as I sped past. Bulma sobbed and screamed my name, I felt their thoughts, the pain and confusion..
    "Why? Why me?"
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    I just went to the kitchen to get something to drink when I heard a shriek. I dropped my glass and ran to the room with no window and saw Vegeta on top of Goku, snarling and snapping his sharp teeth. Goku's hands were wrapped around Vegeta's throat, keeping him just out of reach of the blood his body so burned for.
    "Vegeta!" I screamed in horror, my blood turned to ice. The sight is too much for the moment and I sink down, sobbing. Vegeta jumped, startled by the sound. The whites of his eyes were blood red, making him look all the more demonic. That was when I noticed that his irises were no longer the pure black I had so loved, but instead were pale gray. The red faded as he shook his head to snap out of it. For a moment our eyes locked and time seemed to slow infinitely. I had always wondered what he would look like with colored eyes. Any color other than black. The change was definitely startling. Then the moment passed.
He jumped up, shocked, and I rose as well. But a hand grabbed my shoulder, stopping me.
"Goku let me go!" I scream and slap him. Goku releases me looking stunned and hurt and I can't help but feel my heart twist, but I've got more important things to worry about.
Vegeta is on his knees again and the expression on his face is one I've never seen.
Utter despair.
The deepest, most painful anguish that comes from knowledge that is too much to bear. Defeat also, I can see he is already giving up. Whatever he fights, its obviously putting a great strain on him.
I put my arms around him and he immediately moans and shoves me away. It hurts. But I see his eyes filled with tears. One slips down his cheek and I gasp in shock as he shoves me away again.
"Bulma." he moans, "Stay away!" I hear the pain in his voice and it's too much to bear.
"No! I love you!"
"If you love me then leave me alone!" he cries, "I won't be responsible for your death." And he is gone.
I sit alone, in silence. Goku disappeared after Vegeta, and I keep thinking of one thing in particular.
His tears… were blood!
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I need blood. I need blood. I can't take this. The next person who crosses my path dies. I head toward West Capital city, the scent of human flesh drawing me like a moth to a flame. No thoughts enter my head of Bulma anymore. Only blood.
I leap over a high wall and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I'm running again. I stop in an alley. There is an old man huddled over a beat up shopping cart, mumbling curses. My heart begins to pound and his scent fills my nostrils and before I am aware of it, he's in my grasp screaming pitifully.
I feel my teeth grow and sharpen and I plunge them into his throat. As his blood pours over my tongue, I grow calm, almost drowsy. I could stay like this forever! But no, his heart is slowing. I feel the body give one last, futile spasm and then hear the breath rattle from the empty lungs. For a moment I cling to him, hoping he's still alive. But he isn't and I'm still thirsty.
But I feel stronger than I had a few moments before; in the light of the street lamps I can see my flesh returning to its normal color. It disturbed me to be so white, my skin was never so pale and it makes me look ill. And I could see my veins under the skin. But with the blood of the old man, I look alive.
It's strange to think that. I'm dead. But I’m not. I cannot eat food nor drink anything but blood. Sunlight has the power to destroy me! Sunlight!! It's strange. That is a definite weakness I cannot afford, but now I have no choice but to deal with it.
And what about Bulma! I'm afraid to go near her! As soon as she is in my grasp all I can think of is draining every last drop of her blood, but at the same time I am horrified at the thought and fight it with all my strength. For this, I am afraid. What can I do? The need for blood is so.. overwhelming and I try to control it but it’s so hard! Like nothing I’ve ever struggled against!
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I must find Vegeta. I will find him. It is only a matter of time. He is faster now, and his ki is very different. It fades and flickers, it's hard to follow. And when I think I've lost him, I find a body.
It's sad. These bodies are white as ashes and yet I know that Vegeta can't help himself. I felt his fear even as he attacked me before. He tried to fight the thirst I can only assume he must be suffering, but it is hard when you're fighting yourself. It's like fighting to not breathe. I know he will try not to hurt Bulma, or me, but I fear he won't be able to help himself one day. I can sense his desperate hunger, and I of all people know how Saiyans are affected by hunger. But this is so much stronger than a hunger pang. My grandfather told me about vampires when I was a boy. He told me the stories of ancient demons that keep their dead bodies “alive” by drinking human blood. I remember him saying how those with a weak will or those who wished to die (whether they knew it or not) could not resist the vampires’ call.
He also said that the only true death for a vampire could come by the sunlight, fire, or dismemberment. Scattering ashes is also essential. Yet, the older they get, the more difficult it is to find the true death. But I should not think of such things! I am not hunting Vegeta! I am trying to help him, aren’t I?
Besides, Vegeta is one of the strongest people I know and his will is even stronger! If anyone can beat this thing then he’s the one to do it.
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I've killed two more people in the space of an hour. Yet I am still not satisfied. I could leave things as they are and be fine for the day, but I still want more! I am disgusted with myself! How can this be so difficult?
I have noticed Kakarott has been following me all night, but if he intended to stop me from feeding, that would have been foolish. I can't even stop myself. How would he? I would hate to have to kill him like this. Ever since I met the third-class baka, all I've wanted to do was defeat him in battle. But I don't want to suck all his blood away like some goddamned leech! I wish he knew how hard I am trying not to let him catch up with me and drain him until he shrivels like a raisin.
This is hell.
How can I exist like this? I always wanted immortality, but I had wanted it to beat Frieza. But not like this! And Frieza’s been dead for many years.
What will I do?