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Children of the Moon	By : aidoneuskiss Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: Sincerest apologies to those who liked the first version of this. My sister deleted it last night after a huge blow-up we had and as I didn't write everything down I'm going off the bits I do have. There will be major changes because of this but I do think it will turn out even better than the other. I'm still plotting my revenge if anyone has any suggestions that aren't illegal or will leave lasting scars (mental ones are okay if it's not too bad) I'm totally all ears.

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Children of the Moon

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Blood obscured one eye as Vegeta, prince of all Saiyajins, watched his son fly away in reverse, blue and black gazes never straying, silent understanding passing between them. His son would watch his death as he had watched his own father's and his father had watched his grandfather's.

The twitch of a lower eyelid was the only indication of the pain that coursed through him from Babadi's mark. The vivid 'M' as red as the blood around him, on him, all his own. The ground shook as the magically conjured creature bounded closer, it's childish singing of, "gonna eat you up, gonna eat you up..." was a twisted funeral sonata. His gaze did not stray from his son's. The boy's features were so human, so like his mother's that he initially had not thought the child was his. He had watched the woman name the boy, waiting for her admittance of error in naming him the father until he saw the tail. A tail which he had not allowed to be removed. A tail which had led to the woman's estrangement from her own offspring as she was unable to accept that she had borne a half-breed.

A creature.

Something abnormal.

A freak.

" A prince", Vegeta had replied to all these slurs as he raised the youth himself. Feeding the child at his wrist, his own lifeblood rather than the milk his mother refused to give. His heir, his life, his pride, his joy. His blood. As long as the child lived so would their race, a single drop of saiyajin blood held the memories of the great warrior empire and upon his death, his son would ascend to his place and be fully aware of them. He prayed to the gods that the boy's human blood would not cause him madness when it came to pass.

The child stopped outside the danger zone his instincts indicated, his stance that of a saiyajin prince. Back straight, head high, and tail wrapped firmly about his thin waist, the child prince saluted his sire, right arm across his chest, bloodied fist closed upon his left breast. He did not look away, nor did he cry as a glow formed at his father's heart, pulsating with each pump of blood, counting down the last moments of a great warrior. His vision went white with the explosion, he did not hear himself screaming, only felt the shattering of their bond and the dissembling of his mind and body as his blood boiled in his veins. An Oozaru's roar echoing in his ears as blackness finally graced him.

"I am Vegeta."

The words were a broken whisper over chapped lips as he came to hours, maybe days later in Kami's Temple. Tears flowed unerred down dirty cheeks as fingers reverently traced the red crest seemingly branded into his chest above his heart. The royal seal. His father was truly dead.

"I am Vegeta."

No louder than before, but with conviction, he repeated the phrase. Three words that held such responsibility and weight for an eight year to bear. He would not fail them. He would not bring dishonor upon his self or his people. Blue eyes narrowed at the screams of "Majin Boo!!" and he growled, baring sharp canines, before transforming. He would finish what his father started. His pride, their pride, would have nothing less than that.

"I AM VEGETA!!"

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Panting the seventeen year old shot up in bed, black silk sheets a whisper in the darkness as they pooled about his waist, body naked as the day he was born. "It's been ten years since that day." he mused, pushing sweaty lavender locks out of blue eyes and moving out onto the balcony that connected to the master bedroom. He did not bother with clothes, everyone in his castle was quite as comfortable in their own skin as they were in garments.

"MMMMmmmm" He stretched, back bowed and arms raised to the moon as though in worship. Nearly full and in clear skies her sirens song was stirring his blood and raising the black fur of his tail while shivers ran down his spine. Come child, and savor the the blood of those lesser than you. Feel it's warmth upon your hands. Revel in the itch and smell as it dries upon your flesh. Do you hear the sound the bones make as you break them? Find the ivory as you peel away the layers of skin, muscle and sinew. Taste the marrow, it is always best fresh. The screams, my child, the screams. So many different songs they sing when you hurt them. Those of pain, some pleasure, many for mercy, all eventually for death. You love the last blow, my child, the silence that comes after, the feasting and rutting upon the corpse with your kin. Come revel beneath me my child, come my love...come for me..

Gods, how he craved it.

But no...no it wouldn't do to give her control. Lesser men than he had fallen to the wiles of human females, Caesar to Cleopatra, David to Bathsheba, Samson to Delilah, he was not of this Earth and he would be damned if he allowed the human's moon her way with him. His pride would not allow it. For a distraction, he turned his eyes upon his naked body. Very seldom did he allow himself to look at it beneath the moonlight, for it glittered as though he had rolled in diamond dust and it sickened him. The constant reminder of his past life and how he had come to be in the present.

It had been during the slaughter of those refugeeing at the Temple, that Majin Boo had blasted him through the heavy wooden door of the Room of Spirit and Time. Trunks had collided with the lower half of one of the hourglasses within the room and the resulting explosion had sealed Majin Boo in that separate dimension and thrust Trunks into the future.

The sparkles were a physical manifestation of the magic in the sand he had ingested and as it reacted with his saiyajin DNA it was only visible beneath his lady's gaze, the Moon's light. Sighing heavily, he leaned against the black stone of his fortress home. It had been 1980 when he'd come to and Uranai Baba, Muten Roshi's elder sister, had taken him into her care. She was still alive because she was a witch and a Psychic and unable to pass on until she passed her gift to her offspring or an apprentice. She had chosen Trunks to that apprentice, much to his dismay. But, as any saiyajin would have, he learned to use the "Sight" to his advantage.

Needing a power base, and money of his own, Trunks tracked down what remained of his family; namely, the last living descendant of the half-sister his mother had borne Yamcha several years after his "death". This Gellert Grindelwald, he found through extensive research, had, as a teenager, stolen a wand much too powerful for him. This wand had been commissioned by the eldest of three sibling descendants of the Son brothers. The man had wanted a way to harness the power of his saiyajin blood which was severely diluted by his humanity. He, and all those who had wielded it afterward had been privy to that power but at the price of their own sanity.

For saiyajin power with no knowledge of control could overwhelm and possess and as a result, in Grindelwald's case, he had built Numengard. Made of Katchinco, a black stone once quarried in the mines of Planet Vegeta, it had been found within meteor craters on Earth. Fashioned by Grindelwald's magic and mortared by the blood and bodies of his victims, he had raised an impenetrable fortress in complete saiyajin design. Trunks wanted that castle more than anything once he had set his eyes on it. He had the old woman pull many favors and contacts to make him the mad old man's only living legal heir. Once all the papers had been signed, blooded, and legitimized he'd paid the defeated "Dark Lord" a visit in his tower cell. The paper's posted the next day, headlined with the Defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named by the Potter's Boy, yet under the centerfold was the news of the Dark Lord Grindelwald's tragic suicide.

He had moved into the castle several months later after many court battles and had started his own slow rise to power. He had painstakingly attended Durmstrang, while training under Baba who insisted he take muggle correspondence courses as well. She had insisted he needed roots in both worlds and because of this he came into to contact with many werewolves, muggle and magical alike. Many packs now resided within the castle walls, all having sworn him fealty, and with them he had started assimilating the technology he'd been raised with back into the "muggle" world. SAIYA TECH was now a worldwide name and leading distributor of military weaponry, medical technology and advancements, as well as the leaders in aerial and space science programs.

His workers were almost all "Moon Kin" and more than ready to take the next step and begin the take over of the "magical world". The heads of all the company branches had all been trained by Trunks or those he had personally sanctioned, in how to control their wolves and passed on that knowledge to the werewolves they then hired. The one country that had been exempt from all this was England. Baba had cautioned him ahead of time that Albus Dumbledore and English Wizardkind's hostility towards any kind of change, especially those opinionated by half-breeds, would be detrimental to his plans, and after careful consideration he had left that country for last. He was ready now though.

England's magical community may not have accepted change very well but the muggle one had welcomed Saiya Tech. with open arms. Trunks believed his hold there was now strong enough to tread carefully into enemy territory and take over by degrees. The best way was to start with the children and change their opinions, so he had applied for a job at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, going through the Board of Governors rather than the Headmaster. It was a risky move, one nearly guaranteed to get him on the man's bad side but it also meant he couldn't be fired except by the unanimous votes of the Board Members.

"Professor Trunks Vegeta." He chuckled, turning back inside to go to bed. His eyes catching sight of the motif above the doors and he grinned.

FOR THE GREATER GOOD

"I wonder if the Headmaster will still spout that nonsense when I get through with him."
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