The Dark and Light side of Love

WARNINGS: angst, vampire play or something like that (blood drinking)…and that’s about it.

On second thought, this story might actually be longer. Haha. Yeah. I forgot that this was a M-preg story. Hehe. *Looks nervous and tries to hide true hair color* Any who…I would’ve updated two chapters at once, but it was late and I had class this morning. Damn it. Hm. And I updated pretty soon too. *Looks around for anyone trying to cut off my limbs. Sighs contentedly when none are found.*

Zofo-Yeah. I thought I’d have Vegeta have some responsibility as King. It just shows how he’s all alone in making his own decisions and he’s good at making them, where Kakarot has his father. Oh…I hope you still read the story if your assumption doesn’t come true. :/


Kakarot’s POV


Just like we planned. We decided (when I mean ‘we’ I mean my father, and I just agreed), that we should enter the Shadows’ hideout while they were away. It’s a clever plan. Probably the best plan that us Lights have ever came up with. Or should I say, what my father had come up with. Practically half of our army is being held prisoner in that dark, cold place. How can my love stand it? Though he is a Shadow, so it makes sense. Because all that Shadows can feel…is pain. The cold is numb to them. I wonder what Vegeta had felt when he was with me. Great. Now I’m curious. Almost makes me want to do experiments on a Shadow. Though, we have tortured them, they don’t exactly blurt out what they feel and don’t feel. Just pain. Pain is all they know and the only feeling that we know how to give.

We were waiting outside the Shadows’ territory since nightfall and waited for them to leave so we could find their hideout. We were actually weakened, somewhat, from the darkness until the Shadows finally left. Then we could raise our energy and become super saiyans to avoid anymore energy loss. The golden energy around us keeps the darkness from sucking out our energy. The same goes for the Shadows, except the exact opposite.

When we entered the underground hideout (cleverly hidden by the way), we managed to find our trapped comrades by sensing out their energy signal (or of what little energy they had left). It wasn’t that easy though. We had to take out what Shadows were left behind to get to them. We drank as many as we could and saved many so our comrades could feed on them. Now, our energy has been mostly replenished and we wait. We wait for the other Shadows to come back when they realize that we’re not in our own territory. My love will be so pissed. At least he’ll put up a good fight before he becomes one of us. My body tingles again from the thoughts I had before about my love being alive. I can’t wait.

Suddenly, we hear the entrance to the hideout opening. Yes. He’s here. But my excitement soon turns into disappointment when I realize that he’s not with this group. Damn. Me, my father, and a few other warriors immediately attack the small group, drinking them dry. I looked up from the one I was currently drinking to see another watching me with the expression of horror and surprise plastered onto his face. I growled at him. Promising him that he was next. Though that promise never came, as he quickly fled the hideout. That’s right. Go tell him that we are here. Tell him that I am waiting for him.

I finished drinking the cold one in my arms and let him drop to the ground with a loud thud. I wiped my face and whatever the red liquid that I could see on me. Don’t want to be a complete mess when he arrives. My light brown tail sways sensuously, thinking about what my love could look like after all these years. He’s probably more cold now. More heartless. My heart almost breaks, knowing that that awful thought might be true. After what he did to his father (of what he did to him, I wouldn’t know, and I don’t think I want to), he must be filled with such hate and sorrow.

My eye sight starts to blur and I blink away the tears that threaten to fall. None of that now. He’ll be here soon and he’ll be mine. There’s no need for tears right now. I turned to see my father walking towards me. “What’s this?” he pointed at my tears. “This shouldn’t be a time for sadness. It should be a time for rebellion! Victory!” Father went on with his motivational speech.

I just sighed. “I’m sorry father. It’s just that…that…I miss him is all. I can’t wait until he gets here.” I looked at my father with determination. I was going to cite my doubts about my love again, but decided against it.

He put his hand on my shoulder. “Well good. I was hoping you weren’t having your doubts again.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I can’t believe that tonight’s the night!” he laughed triumphantly. “The night where we will finally take down these pesky beings of darkness!” All our men shouted their approval.

I looked at my father disappointedly. “Yeah. We’ll…take them down.”

I freeze suddenly as I start to pick up many energy signals advancing toward us quickly. Yes. He’s coming. I know it. Father sensed them too. “Alright! Prepare yourselves! They’re coming!” Father ranted out to our comrades. The entrance opens again and the first person I see…is him. I almost let my tears fall right there, but I managed to hold them back…for now.

He looks right at me and he slowly approaches our group and signals his men to stay where they are. No one else is moving. Me, I can’t even breathe, let alone move. He’s so lovely. He’s hardly changed in appearance since the last time I saw him. Except his attire is different. A tight, dark red tank top over that small, muscular chest. A chest that doesn’t move. No sign of inhaling or exhaling. I suddenly struggle to start breathing again and continue to study him. Loose black pants, black boots…my eyes move back up…and a sleeveless, tattered, black overcoat that reaches to his knees. I stop my wandering eyes to stare at his face. He’s still the same. That beautiful, pale face. I then made the mistake by looking into his eyes. They haven’t left me. Those cold, lifeless eyes. Those aren’t the same eyes as I remember. I remember innocence and sorrow being in those endless pools. Now I just see…nothing. No emotion whatsoever. I had a feeling that he would be more cold, but not this cold. My tears finally fell down my smudged, bloody cheeks as I realized what kind of a being he is now. It’s okay my love, I can change that. I can help you.

He stops his advance toward our rather large group. He continues to stare at me a little longer, before his lifeless eyes finally let go of their hold on me and moved across the rest of our group. He smiled. Not that innocent smile that I loved so much, but a malicious one. A shiver wracked my body.

His cold gaze came over to me again and it stayed there. Then, he said something so cold that I knew it would forever haunt my dreams. A deep, chilling voice said, “Kill them.” I don’t know that voice. It’s coming from someone I do not know. More tears went down my face. Tears I couldn’t stop. Come on! Pull it together! I can change that! I can change…him. Change him into something that I know that he wouldn’t want. But…I can make him warmer. I can put life into those cold eyes.

His army immediately attacked at the sound of their Kings’ order and all hell broke loose. He started to once again, slowly advance towards me and I immediately looked back into those dark orbs. I wanted to back away. Back away from that person that I no longer knew. But I have to stand my ground, so I got into a defensive position and prepared for any attack. I have to show him…no mercy. The only mercy I will give, is by turning him into one of us. It’ll be a slow and painful process, but it’ll be worth it.

Again, I heard that dark voice which sounded foreign to me. “Did you miss me, my love?”

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I’m sorry it’s so short! Please don’t hate me! Look! Another chapter is already up! *Waits for people to go on to the next chapter. Wipes forehead* Woo!