A/N: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. This is an original story by me. Please enjoy.
Vegeta was training in the Gravity Room when he heard a knock on the door. He knew who it would be, seeing that is was about time for lunch.
"Lunch is almost ready, just come in the house when you're finished."
He didn't care much for the bubbly blonde that was constantly trying to be nice to him, but he did like her cooking, so he would let her live. He had decided to stay at the Brief's compound, if only to train for the big battle with the androids, although he was not sure how much longer he would stay. The old man did give him everything he needed to train and the ditzy blonde was giving him all the food he could eat, and that woman. He didn't know if he really liked her or really hated her, sometimes it seemed like both.
She was the only person he ever met that didn't seem to be afraid of him, well not afraid and not completely clueless. She was the only one who would give him as hard a time as he gave her, but she was clever. He knew she wasn't strong, yet she never backed down from people who could do some real damage to her, and then on top of it, she would win most of her arguments. In a way he kind of respected her tenacity, he could see why she would be friends with fighters, no one else would have the balls or skills to go against her. But why was he thinking about her? and often, maybe it was time to move out.
It was strange staying in one place for so long. He was used to picking up and staying on the move; after his planet was destroyed he was determined not to get too attached to any of the places he visited. He was sure that he would leave soon.
He finished out his training routine and washed up. With a growl from his stomach he began his trek to the main house for lunch. But when he got there everyone was frozen and the TV was on, something seemed to be happening that had caused smoke to come out of some building.
"It seems that there has been an explosion in the Capsule Complex parking garage. We have no reports on number injured, but it is said that the garage was likely to have been empty for some remodeling. There are no reports as to whether this was some sort of accident or … This just in. There has been a group to come forward and claim responsibility for the explosion; they are calling themselves the Red Ribbon Army."
"Oh, no. I hope everyone is alright!" Mrs. Briefs was looking from the TV to her husband. "Hon. Do you think she is down there?" Dr. Briefs seemed to be in a state of shock, but his wife's question shook him out of it.
"No, I'm sure she is fine. It was only the garage. If she had any work over there it would be in the main building." Suddenly the phone rang. "See that's probably Bulma calling to let us know she's fine." Dr. Briefs picked up the phone. At this point Vegeta began to grab a few bites to eat while only slightly paying attention to the screen. "Hello. What? No I haven't seen this. Change the channel to 5."
Mrs. Briefs punched a few buttons on the remote, then shrieked, "Oh My God! It's Bulma!" Suddenly all of Vegeta's attention was now directed to the TV set. What they saw was Bulma in what looked like her office only she was tied to her chair with two uniformed men standing next to her with some rather large guns. She didn't look good. Her clothes were torn and bloody and her bottom lip was split as if she had been punched in the face.