Book of the Dead

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In the darkest reaches of space, far beyond the battles Goku had ever faced, a new threat emerged—one not of brute strength or godly powers, but of something far more sinister. His quest for strength had led him across dimensions, but now, unknowingly, it had led him into the lair of an ancient vampire god, a being whose hunger for power and blood rivaled anything Goku had encountered.

It all began with a whisper.

Goku had been training in a remote region of space, pushing his limits, when he felt it: a dark presence that made his Saiyan blood tremble. It was different from any energy he’d ever sensed—cold, malevolent, and filled with the promise of unimaginable power. Ignoring the warnings echoing in his instincts, Goku followed the call, arriving at a shadowy planet cloaked in eternal night.

There, deep within a crumbling, gothic fortress, he found Draculon, the ancient vampire lord, ruler of a forgotten dimension where the light of the universe had never touched. Draculon was unlike any enemy Goku had fought. He didn’t boast or rage. He simply sat on his throne of bones, watching with glowing crimson eyes as Goku landed before him.

“You seek power, Saiyan,” Draculon hissed, his voice echoing like the rustling of dead leaves. “You’ve bested gods and monsters, but you are not ready for the true darkness. You are not ready for me.”

Goku clenched his fists. "I’ve faced darkness before, and I’ve beaten it every time. You’re no different."

Draculon’s grin spread, revealing his sharp fangs. “Oh, but I am. You see, your power is great, but it is tied to your life force. Mine, however, is eternal.”

In a blur of motion faster than Goku could track, Draculon was upon him, his fangs sinking into Goku’s neck. He tried to fight, but the moment the vampire lord’s teeth pierced his skin, something snapped inside him. Darkness flooded his veins. His heart pounded, then slowed, and then, for a moment, it stopped.

Goku collapsed, his body convulsing on the cold stone floor. Draculon stood over him, laughing. “Now, you will be reborn. A Saiyan warrior… cursed with the blood of a vampire.”

Goku awoke, but everything was different.

The first thing he noticed was the hunger—a deep, gnawing hunger that twisted his insides, demanding satisfaction. He could hear every heartbeat within miles, feel the blood pulsing through the veins of living creatures far away. His vision was sharper, more focused, but the world was cloaked in a shade of crimson. He stood, his body aching with a power unlike any he’d ever known.

But it was dark. So dark.

He stared down at his hands, his skin paler, his veins darker, almost black. His muscles still bulged with strength, but now there was something more—a seething, violent energy coursing through him.

Goku was no longer just a Saiyan. He was something darker, something evil. His thirst for battle had been twisted into a thirst for blood.

Draculon’s voice slithered through the darkness. “How does it feel, warrior? To be one with the night? To have the hunger for power, for blood, for eternity?”

Goku stood silently for a moment, staring at his reflection in the broken mirror. His eyes—once full of life and determination—were now red, glowing with a dark energy. His lips curled into a snarl. "I’ll kill you for this."

Draculon laughed. “Kill me? You don’t understand, Goku. I’ve given you power. I’ve made you unstoppable. No longer will you tire in battle. No longer will you need food or rest. You are a god among mortals now, a creature of eternal destruction.”

Goku clenched his fists, feeling the immense, wicked power flowing through him, but it felt wrong. Every part of him ached for violence, for death. His mind swirled with the desire to tear apart everything in his path, to drink the blood of his enemies. He knew if he stayed, he would lose himself completely to the darkness inside him.

But the power… it was intoxicating. He could feel it growing by the second, his body stronger, faster, deadlier. He wanted more.

Days passed, and Goku descended into madness.

He no longer cared for friends or family. The hunger had consumed him. His saiyan instincts to fight and destroy merged with his vampiric thirst for blood, creating a beast that even he couldn’t control.

He returned to Earth, but it wasn’t the same Goku who had left. His friends were the first to notice the change. Chi-Chi and Gohan tried to reach him, but Goku’s mind was lost to the bloodlust. He attacked without warning, his Super Saiyan form now twisted into something terrifying. His golden hair was streaked with black, his eyes red with evil energy, and his aura was a dark, malevolent force that scorched the ground beneath him.

Vegeta was the first to face him.

"What happened to you, Kakarot?" Vegeta demanded, standing his ground as the air around them crackled with dark energy. "You’re not the same idiot I’ve been trying to surpass for years."

Goku’s smile was chilling. "You want power, Vegeta? Come and get it."

The battle that followed was unlike anything the Earth had ever seen. Goku, now a vampire fueled by dark power, fought with a savagery that shook the planet to its core. He no longer cared for strategy or restraint—he fought like a beast, ripping through Vegeta’s defenses with ease.

Vegeta powered up to Super Saiyan Blue, but even that was no match for the abomination Goku had become. In a matter of minutes, Vegeta was on the ground, beaten and bloodied. Goku loomed over him, his fangs bared.

"You were always second best, Vegeta. Now, you’re nothing."

Before Goku could deliver the final blow, something within him snapped—a fleeting memory of who he once was. For a brief moment, the old Goku resurfaced, horrified at what he had become.

But it was too late.

The darkness had consumed him, and with a single, swift motion, Goku plunged his fangs into Vegeta’s neck, drinking deeply from the prince of Saiyans.

Goku had become a monster, a vampire-Saiyan hybrid of unparalleled power. He roamed the universe, destroying planets, feeding on the blood of warriors, becoming stronger with each kill. There was no one left to stop him. No god, no mortal, no enemy could stand against the nightmare he had become.

And as he stood on the ashes of the universe, gazing into the blood-red sky, Goku smiled—a dark, evil smile.

He had finally become what he had always sought to be: the most powerful being in existence. But in doing so, he had lost everything. His humanity, his soul, his very essence.

All that remained was the hunger, the endless thirst for blood and destruction.

And the universe trembled in fear, for Goku—now a vampire lord—was eternal.

And the night, his domain.