I wake in darkness, the scent of raw earth all around me.  Worms slither past my cold flesh and as soon as I decide to rise I am half way out of the ground.  A sudden feeling rushes through me as I climb from my grave.  What did Bulma call it?  Deja vu?  Whatever it was it is the feeling of having done or said something once before, perhaps in a dream.
But not a dream in my case.  I remember crawling out of my grave on Namek after I’d been wished back.  I remember the taste of dirt in my mouth and the panic I felt when I realized I had been buried and I was now alive again.
I pull myself from the earth and am surprised at my ravenous hunger.  I head home, not even recalling the previous night.  When I think back to that particular night I realize that I chose NOT to remember out of fear.
I was afraid of what I had become, afraid that in this state I would hurt Bulma, I was overwhelmed.  In a daze I headed toward Capsule Corp.,  not even consciously realizing where I was going.
When I saw the rounded yellow buildings I began to tremble.  I could hear the woman’s thoughts.  She wasn’t worried about me really, although something was nagging her at the back of her mind.  But she was always used to me disappearing without explanation.
I silently crept forward, the smell of blood pulling me forward and also keeping me back.  I couldn’t go in yet.  I had to do something first.
“Hey Vegeta!  What are you doing out here?” ah, dinner greets me in the form of a midget.
“Krillin.” I say causing him to start.
“Wow, Vegeta I didn’t even know you knew my name.”  I turn and let the light hit my face and I smell fear blossom inside of him.  He takes a step back and prepares to jump away as fear of the unknown steals his senses.  But he is too late and far too slow.
In less than a second he is in my arms and drained to the point of death.  I release him and watch in dim fascination as he convulses in my arms, his mouth distorts as he tries to speak.
“I’m sorry.” I say without realizing it.  How has the woman changed me so?  If this had happened ten years ago I would have been happy.  Sure I would have missed the sun as I did when I first left Vejiitasei and the heat too.  The cold of space had bothered me at first, but I ignored it and got used to it.  But never seeing the sun annoyed me always.  Now I would never see it, and once again I was in my old role of indiscriminate killer.
But regardless, I would have enjoyed this new body.  I would have been able to defeat Frieza somehow with these strange powers combined with my own.  How I know not, perhaps I would have drained Frieza like a leech.  The thought sickens me.
I watched Krillin die before continuing on.  I knew I should probably bury the corpse, but I had never liked touching dead things even when I was alive.  I always shrank from such things.  Seeing and touching are two different things.  I could sit and watch the colors in his face change all night from white to blue but could not be persuaded to touch the icy flesh.  Before I could even walk into the house Kakarotto was at Krillin’s side.
“My God!” he gasped.  “Vegeta what happened to Krillin?”
“I drank his blood.” I murmured.  Kakarotto had a puzzled expression on his face that immediately triggered something inside me.  I began to laugh.
Apparently my laughter enraged him because he howled in anguish and attacked me.  And for once I did nothing, but instead let him pummel me, not caring what would happen.
He realized right away that I wasn’t fighting back and gripped my shoulders.
“Why?” he moaned, curiously on the brink of tears.  “He was my best friend!  He can’t be wished back!  Why Vegeta?”  My only response was to snap my teeth at him, the smell of his blood making me hungry again.  He gripped my face and I let him, unconsciously enjoying the touch of living flesh.
He instantly released me and recoiled, shuddering.
“What are you?  In Kami’s name Vegeta, what have you become?” he whispered in horror.  Before I could control it a wave of fear and loneliness gripped me and I was beginning to realize how much my emotions were now amplified.  I felt tears rush down my cheeks, my eyes clenched shut but he had seen them.
“Blood.” He murmured, and I knew he was talking about the damnable tears.
“I am dead, Kakarotto!” I cried.  “I- I came to see Buruma one last time…” I trailed off and clenched my hands in anger.
“But I don’t understand.  You can’t be dead.  What has happened?”  I sigh in irritation.  But I might as well tell him so he can explain to Bulma why I can never see her again.  I really didn’t want to tell her myself.  I couldn’t bear it.
As quickly as I can I explain the situation.
“I- I’m sorry about him.” I say motioning towards Krillin.  “But he got in my way I can’t help it.  I can’t control this.  I have tried but it only causes misery.  How long could you go without eating, Kakarotto?  Imagine the hunger you feel daily and amplify it by a hundred!  I am cursed.  I should let the sun burn me to a cinder.” I say.  But it’s not true.  I really don’t want to die, rather be “undead” as my maker so casually called it.
He is stunned I can tell.  For once he has nothing reassuring to say as he usually does and I can smell his fear.  He realizes what kind of abomination I am and it scares him.
“I’m sorry Vegeta.” Is all he can manage and I turn away, wanting nothing more than to run away from this.  I need time to calm down and figure out what to do with myself.  “Please.  At least see Bulma before you go.  You owe her that much.”  Of course he’s right.  I can’t lie to myself anymore.  I did it so well before too.
“Yes.”

She is sitting on the couch watching TV.  Something she usually doesn’t do.  The news is on and I watch the screen turn from a bright picture to millions of tiny red, yellow, and blue dashes.
“Vegeta?” her voice is music to my ears and I turn to see her standing before me.  Her hand comes up to touch my face and I allow it because I cannot move to push her away.  I feel her whole body tense and she leaps back with speed I’d never seen her capable of before.  She trips over the arm of the couch and I make no move to stop her from falling.
She is shaking with fear as she sits staring at me.  I can say nothing to ease her fear.
“What-?” she trails off uncertainly.
“I’ve come to say good bye.” My voice sounds hollow in my ears.
“What?” she cries.  She shakily regains her feet and stumbles forward, stopping inches away.  I inhale and savor her wonderful scent and the smell of her blood beneath her flesh makes me clench my jaw and hands.  I close my eyes.  I can’t do this!  What has happened to me?
“If I stay here you will die.” I whisper, it is all I can manage past the lump that has inexplicably formed in my throat.  My statement takes her aback but I know she knows I’m right.  Some part of her is keen enough to sense it.
“But why?” she asks, the innocence in her voice makes me laugh.
“Because I can’t help myself.  No amount of control I posess is enough.  I’m sorry.” I seem to be saying that a lot lately.  “Your friend got in my way and now he’s dead.”
“Who?” she demands standing up and shaking her small fists.
“Krillin.”
“But why? Why do you have to kill?” she cried, tears pouring from her blue eyes.
“It is the only way to live.  He crossed me when I just woke up and I drank his blood.” I stated.  Her face bleached and she swayed unsteadily.  I stepped forward and grabbed her arm to keep her from falling.
“How did this happen?”  I told her what I told Kakarotto.  When I was finished she was weeping and I clenched my fists in impotent fury.  I could do nothing for her.  Her crying went to light sniffles and she stared up at me.  I couldn’t help but be entranced by her beauty.  But after a moment I saw her eyes cloud over and her face grew tired and dreamy looking.  I frowned, what had happened to her? I waved my hand in front of her face and she jerked in alarm, her eyes refocusing.
“What?” she mumbled, shaking her head.  Had I done that to her?
“Do you see now why I can’t stay?” I demanded.  She was confused and part of her insisted that there was a way we could be together.  “There is only one way we can be together.  You know as well as I.”
She nodded.
“I have to think about this.” She whispered.  I nodded, unable to speak.  “Stay here tonight please?  Do what you have to do but come back to me by morning.  There’s a room with no windows.  I’ll put a bed in there for you.  You can lock the door so no one comes in during the day.” She said.  And I knew she wanted to keep me there because she feared I would leave and never return.
I nodded and turned to leave.  I would have to feed ravenously in hopes that I wouldn’t harm her.  I left without her seeing and headed to Satan City to feed.

I returned an hour before dawn, well fed and I even looked alive.  She was still at the couch waiting.  She was drifting in and out of consciousness and the barest smile graced my lips.  She was exhausted emotionally and physically.  I could hear her thoughts as well as my own.
She was afraid.  She wanted to be with me and I felt intense relief at that.  But she feared immortality.   She also feared growing old and was truly questioning what she wanted.  I knew she would choose me and that she was just having this internal debate because her conscience demanded it.  She knew our children were grown into adults now with their own families.  Nothing tied her down.
I gently tapped her and she woke immediately.  She stared up at me and held her arms open.  I immediately sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her, burying my nose in her hair.
“Thank you.” She whispered in my ear.  She drew her legs up and lay them across my lap and we stayed like that until I could feel the sun nearing the horizon.  By then she was fast asleep and I carried her to her room and lay her on the bed.  The sun was coming, but I was again entranced by her beauty as she slept so innocently in the arms of a demon.
It seemed inconceivable to me that she could trust me so much knowing what I am now.  But it had happened before and I had had the same thoughts then.  I felt such love for her then I was loath to part but I had to sleep.  I ran from her room and tore through the house searching for the room with no windows.  I found it as the sun was rising and as soon as I had the door closed I collapsed numbness overtaking me.

When I woke Kakarotto was leaning over me (and thus went the events described in chapter one)

By the end of that night I was in a frenzy for Bulma’s answer.  I wanted to be with her, and I wanted her to suffer this as well.  I knew it was selfish of me to think but of course it was.  I admit I am a selfish individual.  If I suffer, so should everyone else.
I flew to her balcony and tapped on the window.  I had fed furiously to look alive and feel warm and not worry about thirsting for Bulma’s blood.  Kakarotto followed me all damn night too.  What is the point?  He knows he can’t stop me.
Bulma rises from bed like a wraith.  Her long hair billows in the cool night breeze as she opens the double doors.
I extend my hand towards her and ask the question i've been aching to ask her..
“Are you coming with me?”

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