Just a little idea I had. I was always interested in vampires, and books by Anne Rice, L.J. Smith, and Annette Curtis Clause. But it was only recently that I've developed an interest in werewolves as well. Through this interest, I got to thinking about how similar the DBZ storyline, (in some aspects) was to the werewolf legend. Like werewolves, on a full moon, saiyans with tails undergo a strikingly similar transformation to that of the werewolf. Anyways, here is an idea I got halfway through unconsciousness and the brink of consciousness...Hope you like it! Wearwolves, vampires, and witches, Oh my!!!
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Blood Moon
"Get out!," she screamed hysterically. But he only laughed. Only minutes before, she'd been laughing and chattering away. But that was before he mentioned the 'm' word.
Moon.
That word always sent her into hysterics. Admittedly it was all his fault. Goten, that stupid dark onyx eyed jerk who always managed to jimmy his way into her bedroom window, which just happened to be on the 2nd floor. She'd known him since...well, since forever, and yet she was terrified to be near him on those full moon nights.
He gave her a candid smile.
"Scared are we? Aw..c'mon Usagi! Don't tell me you're afraid.."
She bit her lip. She had to stay calm. Get him out of her room and atleast away from her block before it happened...
It.
She still had yet to discover what it was, except that it was bad. All she knew was what he'd told her that long night ago...her, a skinny awkward 9 year old and he, the 15 year old shaggy haired adolesant rebel, who was actually one of her cousin's friends. She'd been listening in on a conversation one night.. angry because they hadn't included her in any of their plans. Her cousin had been babysitting her- supposedly anyway. But as soon as her mom had left for work, he'd brutly shuffled her off to bed.
"And don't lemme catch you up anymore tonight!", he'd snarled, and then he'd slammed the door.
She'd been hurt; Sure Yamucha was anything could get grouchy at times..but he'd never been like this.
She'd huffed, sniffling miserably and planning to give him the silent treatment all week, but suddenly she'd felt a spark of curiousity at a group of rowdy voices.
He was having friends over.
So THAT was why he didn't want her around. She'd been indignant, sneaking downstairs, tipptoeing down to the basement, which for some reason seemed to be his favorite place. At the middle of the staircase, she'd stopped, kneeling down as far as she could and peering secretly through the banisters. She found him imediately, his pale skin and dark hair sticking in short sharp spikes upon his head. He had been wearing a white long sleaved shirt, which stood out like a sore thumb amongst the various other shirts which were either red or brown.
She shivered.
She didn't like those colors. They reminded her of blood.
She sat for about five minutes watching the group. There were about five guys there..all about Yamucha's age. They all had that feel about them..the same feel that Yamucha had. They seemed wrong..out of place. As if they didn't belong to this world. But what were they talking about down there? Whatever it was, they'd been really into it. But she hadn't been able to hear any of it, so in her 9 year old mind she had automatically dismissed it as boring. She was bored. Her legs were cramped and her small back ached. Sneaking around was no fun if you didn't find out anything. So she had stood up to leave, planning to go back to bed before anyone saw her.
And then she'd bumped into him.
He'd been coming down the stairs, and in her hasty rise to leave, she hadn't heard him..hadn't seen him. She'd turned fearfully, casting large blue eyes up at the source, and gazing straight into his eyes. He had been much older than her back then..about 5 years older than her 9 year old self. He was wearing an orange shirt and old faded jeans, and his hair stuck out even more than Yamucha's did.
He regarded her in obvious amusement.
"What are you doing here, princess?," he'd asked teasingly. And she had blushed. "You better get going...your cousin could get pissed if he found you down here. Especially tonight."
Pissed.
What a glorious word coming from his mouth. She was so taken by him that she completely missed the warning of his words, and had scampered upstairs in her pink bunny pjs and had jumped happily to bed with thoughts of that handsome guy who hadn't ratted her out..who hadn't squealed to her cousin that she wasn't where she was supposed to be.
Later on she'd found out his name. Goten. He was one of Yamucha's best friends, her biggest and only crush she'd ever had in all her 17 years. He had no idea how she felt, even though she practically came out and screamed it. In his eyes, she was still that little nine year old kid. He teased her..joked with her..comforted her along with Yamucha when her mother had mysteriously died. He even listened as she confided her most inimate secrets with him.
But Goten had secrets of his own. Deadly secrets that he taunted and teased her with, scaring her nearly to death with.
You see, Goten was a werewolf.