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Separated Treasures
*Prologue*
The sky lit up from the flash of lightning, showing two small dark shadows moving quickly against the wall. The smaller shadow jumped and pressed her face to the back of her companion when the roar of thunder rolled through the sky. A tail sneaked out from under the thin oily cloth to wrap around the little girl's wrist.
" 'urry up, it's not much further," the little boy hissed, tugging on her hand as he continued along the wall. "I wan' ter get in befawer da rain starts."
The little girl nodded, pulling her thin wrap closer and checked to make sure her hair was still covered. She tucked some strands of blue back up into the cover. They made their way across another house and then turned down an alley. The two children peeked their heads up, looking inside through a window. The boy pulled out a rusty knife and wedged it between the window panes, trying to unhook the latch on the inside. The little girl looked around outside, keeping watch. She turned her head when she heard the latch give and the two gave each other a triumphant grin. The boy tucked the knife back and laced his fingers together. The little girl used his hands to help boost her up and into the window, silently dropping to the floor. She turned to see her partner drop in right behind her.
"Ok Bulma, go, da kitchen is fruff da door an' then fruff da door on da left. Fill yaaahr bag. I'm gon'a see if there's anythin' ter sell," the boy said pushing the girl towards the door.
"Geta, somethin' bad is gon'a 'appen. I can feel it. Can we jus' leave?" Bulma turned to her partner, fear in her blue eyes. Vegeta scowled.
"Yeah? And then what? What's gon'a fill yaaahr belly? We 'aven't eaten in days. We don't 'ave a choice. Now go an' be quick. The rain is startin' an' I wan' ter get aaaht ov 'ere."
Bulma bit her lip then dashed off to the kitchen. Vegeta went over to the desk and dumped whatever was shinny in his bag. He bent over pulling the drawers open, trying to find anything else he could get his hands on. Vegeta opened a drawer on the bottom, and found a box with strange markings on it. Vegeta leaned over to pick it up to stuff in his bag.
"Get off ov me! Let go ov me yew wanker! Get yaaahr bloody 'ands off ov me!" Vegeta grabbed his bag and snuck over to the door. He could see Bulma was being held being held up a short bald man. She was kicking and screaming. Vegeta felt his heart start to pound out of his chest. There was another man in the room with them. He had grey hair with glasses and was looking at Bulma with interest.
"Bugg'ah," Vegeta whispered.
"Stealing is a crime you know. What would your parents think?" the older man asked Bulma.
"I ain't gaw' any. It's jus' me," Bulma said trying to take another kick at the man behind her.
"Really, you're all alone on the streets?" the older man said in surprise.
" 'at's wha' i' means innit? Now le' me go!"
The older man nodded to the bald man and he put Bulma down on the ground. Vegeta shifted his weight on to the front of his feet, preparing to cause a distraction and grab Bulma when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Vegeta shouted and kicked back at the tall bald man. Everybody looked over at the door way. Bulma slammed an elbow into the man holding her trying to get away while shouting at Vegeta.
"Geta! Get away! Get aaaht ov 'ere befawer they catch you!" Bulma struggled with the man holding her while the older man just looked at Vegeta, waiting to see what he would do. Vegeta tried to run to the kitchen but the commotion had already started to bring others. A man stood in the way and tried to grab at Vegeta but he ducked and rolled backwards. He could hear Bulma screaming in the kitchen, telling her captives to let her go and also telling Vegeta to get out of there. Vegeta turned back to the room he came from just narrowly getting away from the tall bald man. He grabbed the sack of stuff he had stolen and jumped out the window. The rain was pouring down and Vegeta used its cover to quickly get away from the house.
The old man watched everything happen with a curious look on his face. He turned back to Bulma who was still screaming her head off. "Young lady, your friend has escaped and if you don't stop that screaming, I will be forced to take desperate measures."
Bulma stopped screaming immediately and glared at the old man. "Wat do yew want? I'm an' all young fer flesh, an' if t'at's da way yew go yew migh' as well call da Watch."
The older man laughed. He waved away the other servants and took a seat. "I'm Dr. Briefs. What's your name?"
Bulma's jaw dropped. "Cor! You're a leech! Blimey!"
Dr. Briefs laughed again. "No, I'm not that type of Doctor. I study science. I invent things."
"Cor…" Bulma said again in wonderment. Dr. Briefs could see her little mind working at breakneck speed. He started thinking himself.
"Good Lord! Husband, what is going on?" A blonde with curly hair stood at the doorway, tying her wrap around her. She spotted Bulma in the short mans arms. "Who is this?"
Dr. Briefs stood up quickly. "Oh, ah, um, this is a girl I caught trying to steal from us."
"Steal?" Mrs. Briefs looked down at the sack on the floor with food spilling out. "She's trying to steal food, because she lives on the streets and she's starving and instead of using those manners I pound into you every day, you have her manhandled and leave her starving!"
Mrs. Briefs clucked her tongue and picked up the sack. She pulled out the contents. There were two loaves of stale bread, a wheel of rough cheese, and some tins of fish. Mrs. Briefs clucked her tongue again.
"No, this will never do. Krillen, put her down." Mrs. Briefs took the little girls hand and sat her in the chair. She patted her head and went into the cold box pulling out slabs of meat, rich cheese, and milk. She put it on the table in front of Bulma and the grabbed plates and glasses. After cutting meat and cheese for Bulma and her husband, she poured some milk and then put everything away. On her way back to the table, she picked up some fresh bread and the container of butter. Spreading some on, she put it on Bulma's plate and then sat down. "Now, go ahead and eat up dear. Slowly mind you, I don't want you to get sick from all that food."
Bulma stared at the blonde then at the older man. She didn't know when she would eat next so she dug into her plate. About half way through her plate, Bulma sat back. She couldn't eat another bite. "Blimey, t'at was good. Ate so much i' feels like I'm gonna pop."
"I'm glad dear. May I ask you your name?" Mrs. Briefs said.
"Bulma," Bulma said, yawning.
"Bulma, what a pretty name." Mrs. Briefs looked at her husband. He smiled at her and nodded his head. "Bulma, darling, I have a question. How would you like to stay with us? Live here, with us."
Bulma looked at the couple suspiciously. "Why would yew wan' me ter stay wiv you?"
"Well, we have no children of our own," Mrs. Briefs said. She looked down. "We can't have children. And we want some so very badly. We would be so happy if you could stay with us." Mrs. Briefs looked up and gave Bulma a brilliant smile.
"I dunno…"
"You would have your own room, and new clothes. You would never have to go hungry again. We would give you everything. You would have a real family," Mrs. Briefs told Bulma, resting her hand on hers.
"I can't leave Geta. He's me family. The only I got." Bulma shook her head and started to stand up. "I'm real sorry, I am. But I 'ave ter find Geta. If i' was me aaaht there, 'e wouldn't stop until 'e found me. I'm sorry, but I can't wiv aaaht Geta."
"He's welcome to stay as well!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, turning to her husband. Dr. Brief's eyes were wide with surprise. "Isn't that right dear? You could have a son!"
"Well I suppose-"
"Then it's settled. Bulma darling, we will send men out first thing in the morning to search for your 'Geta'. Mean while, let's get you up stairs and in to bed. I'm sure I have a nightgown somewhere that will fit you." Mrs. Briefs tugged on the little girl's hand, leading the way upstairs.
~OoO~
Vegeta shivered as the cold rain dripped down his back and shirt. His eyes were focused on the little girl talking to the older man and the blonde woman. The Briefs, was what he heard their name was. Vegeta leaned away from the open window, contemplating what he had just overheard. He knew that Bulma would have a better life if she stayed. And she was young enough to forget about him eventually. Vegeta flicked his tail with agitation. They would never take him. Not once they found out what he was. Bulma's hair was unusual, but not unheard of. Vegeta pushed himself away from the window and headed down the street. He hated leaving her but it was for the best.
Vegeta passed by the wharf as he made his way to his spot. A merchant ship was docked and men were loading crates, barrels and bags. Vegeta watched as the men walk back and forth along the planks set up, the boards wobbling and creaking with every foot step. Suddenly, a man gave a shout, drawing Vegeta's attention. One of the crew was carrying a crate by himself and was starting to lose it. Vegeta dashed forward, quickly taking the other half of the crate. Another crew member took over the other side of the crate from his crew mate and the three of them walked up the plank, dropping the crate on the deck.
"Bloody 'ell. Thought I was a gonner fer a tic there!" the first crew member exclaimed, rubbing his arm. "I dunno what 'appened. Me arm just gave out."
"Good fn' da lad was 'ere, yeah?" The second crew member said. He turned towards Vegeta. "Yaaahr quick, I'll give yew that. What's yaaahr name lad?"
"Vegeta," Vegeta said, looking around.
"Wan' ter earn two shillings lad? Help us load da rest an' they're yaaahrs." The first crew member said, pulling out two coins. Vegeta shrugged and turned to walk down the plank. Money was money. And there were worse ways of getting paid then lifting some crates. Vegeta worked with the rest of the crew, hauling the cargo up the planks and placing it on deck. When the last crate was on the deck, Vegeta looked around for the first crew member to collect his money. He found him on the high deck talking to a tall, bald and well dressed gentleman. The first mate looked out over the main deck and when he found Vegeta he waved him up. Vegeta made his way up the stairs. " 'ere 'e is Cap'n. The boy I was tellin' yew about. He's been right 'elpful 'e 'as."
The captain looked down at Vegeta. "I had noticed. You did fine work lad. This ship could use a good hand like yours. What do you think? Want a job on me ship?"
Vegeta look from the captain to the first mate with suspicion. "Yew're gonna just take a kid off da street what yew know nothin' abaaaht an' just give me a job?" he asked, with doubt on his stubborn face.
The captain began laughing. "Aye, I suppose I am. But I've seen you work lad. And Smiggens here says you're strong and helpful. It's good enough for me. If I have any problems with you at sea, I'll just push you over board." Vegeta stared at the captain with shock. The captain started laughing again, and clapped his giant hand on the 9 year olds shoulder. "So what say you lad?"
"Aye, I'll do it. But I wan' me pay upfron' like da uvver men. And yew, Smiggens, wan' it? Yew owe me two shillings," Vegeta said holding his hand out. The captain laughed heartily again.
"Go on Smiggens, pay the lad!" Smiggens pulled out two shilling and flipped them to Vegeta. Vegeta snatched the coins neatly out of mid air. Smiggens laughed and walked away to collect Vegeta's pay. "So lad, what are we to call you?"
"Vegeta… sir."
"Welcome aboard Vegeta. My names Captain Nappa." Nappa held his hand out to Vegeta. Vegeta put his small hand in Nappa's giant palm. They shook hands and Vegeta went to pull his away, only to have Nappy grasp Vegeta's hand tightly. "Long tunics would be in order, don't you think lad?"
Vegeta tugged on his hand, trying to pull it free. "What? Let go ov me!"
"Boy I know what you are. Your shirts should be long and we need to get you a coat." Vegeta stared at Nappa in horror until he saw the captain's coat move on its own. He saw a flash of brown fur before it disappeared beneath the coat.
Vegeta gaped at the large man. "Yew're a Sa-"
Nappa clapped a hand over Vegeta's mouth. "Shh! Fool! I know what I am! Which is why I also know what you are." Nappa moved his hand. "Why do you think I agreed to take you on? It was more than your working skills. We're some of the last ones left. We need to look out for each other. Now go find Smiggens. He'll give you your pay and get you set up."
Vegeta backed away from the large sayian slowly, then turned around and ran down the steps. Vegeta's mind raced as he ran to find Smiggens and start his new life.
~OoO~
*AN: Ta da! What do you think? I held on to this for a week or so wanting to write more before I posted it but I'm getting terribly distracted. I think I need people yelling at me to write more. (HINT HINT! :p)
