Chapter 3

Bulma and Chi Chi walked down the crowded street blending into the general population. The girls walked seemingly in stride as Chi Chi held on tightly to the briefcase they had just acquired. Both of their minds were contemplating what was so important that they needed to be so cautious about. However, both knew that curiosity killed the cat and they would not be snooping.

The sun was beginning to set as they finally reached their run down apartment complex. All of the buildings were made of grey cement that left little to the imagination. Windows were barred and there was little to no green to help try to break up the depressing image.

The girls climbed up the 8 flights of stairs before they finally reached their apartment, 864B. Chi Chi led the way as she pushed open the door to their home and walked straight back to her room to drop the case under her bed. Bulma followed and collapsed on the couch. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A lot was on her mind and she was still having a hard time processing the idea of returning to her home. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she heard Chi Chi return and pour herself a glass of water. "Is this really happening?" She asked.

Chi Chi simply shrugged as she walked over to her friend and sat next to her on the couch, offering her the glass of water. Bulma gladly accepted and took a long swig. "Hey! Share!" Chi Chi laughed as she grabbed the glass back and frowned noticing that Bulma had managed to take down more than half. "I can do this one on my own, you don't have to go back there." Her tone was very serious.

Bulma closed her eyes again and sighed. She did not want to go back there, she knew that for sure. However, she couldn't just let her friend do this job on her own. Tien made a point to warn them about this job. He had never done that before. If there really was a chance of a fight, she needed to be there for her friend.

"No Chi, I will go with you. Hell, maybe it will give me some weird kind of closure."

Chi Chi did not respond. Bulma was happy that the conversation had ended. She didn't want to think more about it. She wanted to just get this job over with and never have to set foot in her old home again.

Bulma sat up and stretched. "Alright, I am hitting the gym. Want to come with?"

Chi Chi shook her hand and smiled. "No, you go ahead you meat head. I think it is best that one of us stays with 'the package' at all times."

Bulma shrugged her shoulders and went to their room to change. Ever since the attack, Bulma had made it a point to exercise and learn some basic defense. She knew she was no match for an alien but if she could at least protect herself enough to run away, it may make a difference.

When Bulma came out she looked like a whole new person. She had put on a pair of black yoga pants and a black mid drift baring top. Her hair was in a high ponytail that matched her aqua tennis shoes. She had always been lean, but since her workout regime, her body had toned in ways that she loved. She enjoyed feeling strong and found that exercise was one of her only escaped.

"Alright, I will be back in a couple hours. Don't worry about me for dinner, I will just make something when I get home." Chi Chi waved as Bulma placed the ear buds in her ears and cranked up her mp3 player.

She left the apartment complex and ran down the street becoming lost in the music. She loved the freedom she felt as she began to sweat. The only thing on her mind was her destination and her objective, get stronger, make the bastards pay.

Vegeta blinked as the lights in the cramped pod came to life. He scowled as he looked out the small window and saw Earth in the distance. The trip hadn't taken too long, especially since they had been working on their space pod technology. They had been able to increase the speed of travel quite a bit, however, they were still behind Freeza and his scientist hostage.

"Computer, time to landing?" Vegeta spoke coolly into the empty pod.

"Estimated time to arrival, 20 minutes."

Vegeta scoffed as he leaned back in the cramped space. What a waste of my time. Vegeta thought as he contemplated his mission. He understood the reason for his father's decision, but his warrior blood hated the idea of such an open-ended mission. That green fool better be right that this 'genius' is worth it. He growled.

"Hey Vegeta!" Kakkorot's cheerful voice rang through the communicator causing Vegeta to cringe.

"Kakkorot, what do you need?" He spoke with obvious annoyance.

"What's our plan?"

Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. This was the fourth time that his companion had asked this same question. "Land, find the girl, go back to Vegeta. The same since you asked last time."

"Yea," Kakkorot giggled, "but how do we find her. I mean if she is this good at hiding, where do we even start?"

Vegeta had to admit he had been thinking the same thing. After several silent moments he responded with the only thought he had, "we start where it began. Capsule Corps."