Here is the next chapter.

WARNING - this has graphic descriptions of violent murder and also graphic description of child sexual abuse. If you would rather skip these parts they are the portion of text between the two bold words. You can pick it up again after the line break that looks like this -

One section is certainly more graphic than the other, however felt it was important for anybody that may become offended or upset to point out both.


Bulma walked into her bedroom to see Vegeta sat up in her bed watching the news. She sighed. If she called the police now, she'd have to admit about their previous relationship and affair. That would ruin her life and career. If she said to him to leave she'd never see him again. He wouldn't be stupid enough to write to her if he got away. He'd pulled off the impossible. He'd gotten himself free from prison and if he'd covered his tracks well enough, he'd be free forever. But he wouldn't risk that by writing to her or hanging around a police officer so that would be more final than him being behind bars. He called her, emailed her, wrote to her pretty much all of the time, the guards let her know how much he searched her on the internet so she still stayed close to him. But it would be it. Could her heart take it if he left her life forever? It seemed her heart knew the answer to his question already but her head wasn't ready to accept that yet.

She padded over to the bed, slid a knee and slid closer to him. After they'd eaten some food she'd pushed him back upstairs. For some reason having him downstairs as well felt even more of a betrayal of her fiancée. Not that she loved him. She never had. She practically hated him which is why she hadn't married him. Her father and his father had tried very hard to try and get that sorted but she'd always declined. And since her fiancée did love her, he'd agreed to wait until she was ready. She never would be as he wasn't Vegeta. She cuddled up to her love placing her head onto his chest comfortably. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they would look like any other in love couple cuddling in bed. She felt his lips kiss her on the head before looking back to the news that had just finished reporting about his death in a suspicious van fire that had taken two innocent guards with him. Reports were wondering if he'd killed them all or if it had been some kind of hit. "Seems like you pulled it off." Bulma said as she rubbed her hand up and down his torso tenderly.

"Seems that way. Never count your chickens though." He replied intelligently.

"Where would we go?" asked Bulma after several minutes of silence.

"Anywhere." He lied since in fact he already knew, and had already set up their new life.

"Is it stupid that I want go with you?"

"You know my answer is going to be no." was his simple and truthful reply.

"How can I trust you?" She whispered as she watched her hand on his torso only. "You killed a kid Vegeta. Everything else I can rationalise about you and I have, trying in vein to give myself a break about the feelings I have for you. But he was a kid Vegeta and you killed him, how can anybody forgive you for that?" He was deathly silent as he considered his answer since all denials he'd given her before about the child had fallen on deaf ears and he lifted his free arm.

"They weren't the only times I tried," he brought his wrist into view "I tried loads of ways but I was always brought back, saved at the last second."

"Who?" She asked fingering the scars with her own finger as if wanting to know they were actually there and not another ploy to get into her head.

"My parents were murdered when I was 7. I was kidnapped and held prisoner until I was 16. The man kept me chained up, beat me, raped me, never let me see or speak to anybody else, kept me out of school, made me do crimes for him." She looked up hearing the horror but he wasn't looking at her only down at the scars on his wrist. There was a clench in his jaw that told her this was all true. Nobody had ever known what had happened to him, neither even her until this moment. "He kept me in a room with my parents' dead bodies for 7 days. One day for each of the years I'd been alive for me to say goodbye to them. There was blood everywhere. My mother's arm had come off. I was drenched in their blood, it smelt, I wasn't fed, or had anywhere to go to the toilet. I desperately needed to go, but I didn't want to because then I would have had to pee on her."

He stopped dead as for a second she'd heard emotion in his usual deep voice. It had strained for a millisecond. Still he didn't look at her as again his jaw clenched tightly so much she saw the tension in his temple. "When I saw that boy, his eyes were like mine. Everything I suffered, he was going through. That bastard he called a father never kept his hands to himself. When that kid looked at me, I saw his wrist was like mine. He'd tried it too. His father found out that the boy had written to me and killed him to keep him quiet. I avenged him." He stayed still for a few more moments before sitting up out of her embrace. He said nothing more walking to the toilet but he didn't close the door behind him. She watched her lover, her heart quivering as anybody's would when they'd heard their loves terrible abusive childhood. What a poor child having to stare at his parents dead bodies. The smell of decomposing bodies was the worse smell ever, but to smell it as a 7 year old when it was coming off your mum and dad? What monster could do that? She heard her hairdryer turn on and frowned. She climbed out of her bed walked into it to see that he was drying his clothes with it.

"What are you doing?"

"Drying my clothes. I'm not sitting around forever." He spat back harshly. "Make up your mind now Briefs, either you are coming with me or I leave you." He looked up at her and she looked down into his black eyes. He was angry, no doubt since he'd just revealed his past that he'd kept hidden for so long. He wanted out of there to try and bury it.

"Yes, I'm coming with you." She nodded without much of a break but with a sound of defeat in her voice. How could she leave him? Even before she'd heard that story.

"Pack a bag then." he insisted.

"Look, is there a better way to go about this?"

"Like?"

"Like we pack some things tonight getting things ready and in the morning instead of going to work we drive from there. Then at least we've got a 12 hour head start rather than 4 or so I'm likely to have after we've finished packing everything we need?"

"Okay," he nodded seeing it made perfect sense. "Go pack your stuff. Make sure you pack your badge and stuff, it might help us out." Nodding she left the room to pack her bag. He smirked to himself and got back to his task of drying his clothes faster.

As light slowly began to fill the bedroom they knew that she should be getting up for work any moment and her partner would be back. Vegeta climbed out of bed and stretched his back making it pop a few vertebrae as he stared down at his lover. She stared up at him unable to comprehend that he was there with her, and she'd let him use her body again a few times. Did that make her just as bad as him? Who was she to take the moral high ground when she loved him? When her father had probably killed more than him as he rightly pointed out. And if they had this one life to live how they wanted, why not take the chance? He'd created a new life for himself by killing his oldself, why not take this opportunity to finally try at being together? For once he was being the optimist. "I'll park up around the corner." he gestured his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his car that they'd filled up with most of her belongings that she didn't want to be living without.

"I'll be out at about 8:30." She tucked the duvet up underneath her chin as he stared down at her, their love now reconnected as much as it had ever been. The few hours had been spent just being together reconnecting their bodies and minds innocently before whatever happened, happened.

"I'll wait until 8:40, if you aren't there I'll assume you aren't coming and will go." He wanted to give one final get out clause to her. Again, not that he would let her go anywhere and would be taking her, however he wanted to make it clear it was her choice. She nodded agreement, he lent down to her and covered her lips with his. She sighed what sounded like relief as they did so but he pulled back from her. His thumb wiped over her chin affectionately before he left through the balcony doors as quietly as he'd snuck through them. If this was how it was going to be, she just wanted out of this life as quickly as possible. She wouldn't want her family to find her. She didn't have many friends so she wasn't worried about leaving them, but she did love her parents. Did love them, but if they found her after this stunt? She knew what the consequences were.


Vegeta sat in the car watching the mothers taking their children to school, the professionals leaving for work out of their large suburban homes. The sun was shining and it would seem to be a very hot day. But even as he sat there in a beautiful neighbourhood he hated it. He was a being full of hate without her. When she was with him, he felt numb. Unfortunately when she'd left him, ended their affair, the hate and anger inside him made him that evil person they all knew about. Of course taking the life of somebody else wasn't the answer to get rid of it, he knew it, but he simply couldn't help himself. He'd rid the world of evil, and yet they didn't appreciate that did they?

He rested his head back against the leather seat. He couldn't tell you why their love had started, or even why for somebody that could kill people and sleep without remorse could feel such love for another person but he did. He was addicted to her. She made him feel numb, helped him feel content for brief moments in time, and that was what he couldn't get rid of. When in her arms and in her body, he didn't think about anything else but her.

That monster that had kidnapped him had been his first. One day, he'd recovered strength that he didn't know he had inside after he'd been beaten to the floor then whipped a few times. Where from he didn't quite remember but he retrieved a knife and then killed him. Took the knife and stabbed him before slicing him from ear to ear. He didn't know how many times he continued stabbing but something indescribable took hold of his body as the knife ripped his stomach apart and tore his face off. Afterwards, Vegeta sat there covered in blood and organs still clutching the knife in a crumpled mess next to the mutilated corpse of his once tormentor; The silence he'd heard was poetic. There was no noise, nothing. No laughter from the monster at his pain, no demands for whatever, no sound of his chains on the floor as he tried to grab for food he'd put just out of reach, just nothing.

Then suddenly Vegeta felt relief, like no other feeling in the world. He felt freedom, knowing now he could do what he wanted. Never had he felt that good before. That had happened way before he ever encountered Bulma, and she did not know about it. The police had always suspected he'd done more murders than he'd been convicted for but he wasn't going to admit to anything. He admitted the ones they could prove was him, but unless they couldn't they were his to think about. Many psychologists that had interviewed him over the years had reasoned that he felt such euphoria after one murder that he'd wanted to experience that over and over again, thus creating a cycle, a pattern and making him a serial killer. He concluded that was very accurate, but that's not reason he chose those people. He didn't pick people that were blonde, or looked slightly like his mother that had been theorised of other killers in the past, he killed those who justice had not prevailed with. In the press he was dubbed a 'vigilante' and perhaps that's why they never really portrayed him as completely evil. He was doing what the justice system should have done, and got rid of those that should of done. Vegeta felt the system had failed him, so he was going to make sure the system didn't fail in other times. Never did those terrible memories of being locked in with his parents leave him, or the feeling of his small childish bottom being savagely ripped apart as that man shoved himself into his tiny body. They were with him always, but the police never looked for him. His parents were murdered in their own home, where it could be seen they had a young son, but no they didn't look for him. They could have saved him if they'd looked hard enough, but they didn't and he spent 9 years in hell because of it.

He put sunglasses on over his eyes as he didn't want anybody to see the water that was gathering. He didn't cry, couldn't remember the last time he had, but it didn't mean water didn't collect in the process of it though. As he did so his eyes caught the clock 8:31. His stomach sank a little. Bulma was a punctual woman. Had been since the day they met. Every time they met she'd never been late, she took great pride in it. Did it mean she didn't want to come with him? He knew of course the moral dilemma she felt. As she'd said herself, everything else she'd always been able to convince herself that he thought he was doing good, but her believing he'd killed that child had been something she couldn't forgive him for. She wanted children, wanted to have that life, and had always spoke of them having that together in times where their mouths got away from them. But after that, he was sure she wouldn't trust him around a child. He was a cold hearted murderer, who'd killed a kid, who would leave their children with him? The story he'd told of her of why that child died was the truth. Many people wouldn't understand, and rightly they shouldn't, the only person he wanted to understand was her. He wouldn't harm a child, is not something he could say to her to placate her thoughts was it?

The minutes ticked by and his hands were gripping the steering wheel harder and harder. No, she couldn't do this to him. Not after last night. She'd told him she loved him, she couldn't do this. Blood was boiling, his rage was flooding turning his vision red. He scrunched his eyes, and let go of the wheel. Seeing the clock flick to 8:40, he all but died inside. He looked in the mirrors of his car and didn't see her. Sighing that he'd gone through all of that yesterday and the past few months for nothing he started the engine. He then pulled away and drove up the road envisioning all kinds of hell he would induct upon her. Stopping at a junction he glanced for a space to pull out as he spotted one he started to pull out only to see a car that was passing across his line of view stop in front of him. He was about to shout at the person when he saw it was her looking directly at him. His gaze lowered and he almost revved the engine to smash into the side of her. But she was gesturing wildly to him, he then got the picture she was asking him to follow her. He followed behind her for a few minutes before she indicated down a side street, and into a car park behind some garages that looked a bit run down and disused.

He parked up as did she, she got out of her car ran to his and jumped into the passenger seat. "I didn't know where you had parked, and then I thought I had to ditch my car somewhere otherwise it wouldn't be like I left for work." She quickly explained knowing he'd probably been thinking she was ditching him. She threw her handbag into the back of the car then turned to him. "We going or what?" She smiled brightly ready for their new lives together. He lent over towards her and she kissed him for a few seconds apologising for making him feel like she wasn't coming. After breaking apart, he slid the car into reverse and they sped out leaving her car there to no doubt stolen or torched.


At 2o'clock they'd done well. They made very good time and were now just outside the ferry port and were in time for the next sail in an hour. Vegeta pulled up the handbrake and they climbed out to get some lunch before they set off. They would then be half an hour until they were on the continent with the world under their wheels to go wherever. Money didn't seem to be an issue for Vegeta she noticed and it seemed clear he had far more money than she was aware of. During the investigation of him they'd seized his money to prevent him from running, but it must just be he had money tied up where they couldn't see. Where from, she daren't ask. "Go in there and get something, I need to get something from next door." Vegeta pointed to the small convenience shop next to the fast food restaurant. He handed her some cash and she smiled at him.

"What do you want?"

"Just a large meal." He pressed a kiss on her lips before walking towards the shop. She wondered to herself what it could be but shrugged it off and walked into the restaurant. He didn't appear again until she'd ordered and sat down starting to eat her own order. He slid in front of her and they ate lunch together peacefully like old times when they were kids sneaking around.

"What did you buy?" Bulma pointed to the small shopping bag on the table as she cleaned up her rubbish. She wasn't a big eater so only had a burger whilst he seemed to have the entire kitchen in front of him. He pushed the small bag over to her since he was still eating his burger. She pulled out a box of blonde hair dye and she frowned deeply. "You want me to be a blonde?" she asked incredulously and he chuckled swallowing his mouthful.

"Don't they have more fun?" His eyebrow arched and she was not impressed. She liked her blue hair, always prided herself on it. Somehow it was natural, he didn't question it, and even if he did she didn't have the answer. "What? Blonde and big boobs, what more can a man want?" He rose his hands up in fake surrender and her expression darkened further. "It's not for you."

"It's for you?" She pointed to him reading the directions on the back. "But I like your hair." she pouted and he smirked at the compliment as he relaxed in his seat pushing his empty tray away.

"It'll be until it washes out." she was incredibly confused making him sigh. For a police officer, she wasn't being all that helpful with ways to get around the system. From his back pocket he pulled two passports out. He placed one on the table, and opened the other. On the page with the credentials he handed it over to her. She took it and saw a blonde haired, blue eyed gentleman looking back at her, details completely different from her lover, however had a very similar hair line, and for somebody not paying attention the features could be confused.

"Right." she nodded handing it back to him. "What about me then? I'm going over with my passport, my name will..." she started but he slid over the other passport to her making her trail off. She picked it up and saw the picture was of her at least but the details were different. "Which is why we are going on a ferry and not an aeroplane." She then noticed as a ferry checkpoint for passports were less checked then that of an aeroplane and he nodded. After deciding they were finished they walked out of the restaurant and to the car.

"Come on, I'll need your help with that." Vegeta pointed off that there were some public toilets at the petrol station slightly near where they were. She sighed but agreed. He reached over and grabbed her hand wanting to be able to do this again without her panicking. She smiled but didn't look at him. They reached the toilets, and after checking it was clear they both stepped in.

"Christ!" she exclaimed holding the back of her hand to her nose. The smell was overpowering. "Men are disgusting!"

"And I'm sure the women's smells like roses in every petrol station." he rolled his eyes and he opened the box and pulled out the bottle of the dye.

"Wet your hair." Bulma took the box and read the instructions and under the tap he began to, with difficulty, wetting his hair. After seeing what she needed to do, she slid on the two plastic gloves that come in the kit and helped him with wetting his hair. "Well final chance Vegeta, you sure about becoming blonde?" she laughed as she popped open the cap, and squeezing the mixture into her hand. He nodded holding his wet head over the sink. "Okay." She shook her head at how mental this was and ran her hands over his head threading the mixture through his hair. After about 5 minutes, and making sure she'd got all of his hair. "So, it says you have to leave it for about 20 minutes, then wash it out, then put on this conditioner, wash out and then it's done." She put a shower cap over his hair to make sure it didn't run down over his clothes. "Wow that's a good look." She sniggered seeing the all powerful evil serial killer there with a shower cap on before putting aside her wet gloves.

"How do you put contact lenses in?" He pulled out something from his pocket to see a small box. She arched her eyebrow at him questioning that he thought he needed to ask since it seemed obvious. "You wear them all the time don't you?"

"Yes." She grabbed the box from him and opened it. Out she tipped two into her palm. She could see they would make his eyes an icy blue. It would be wrong. He had beautiful black eyes, they were evil and cold, but they were gorgeous. But needs must. "Squat down at bit and tip your head back." He followed her direction. "Not the first time you've heard that." She joked and he chuckled.

"Especially in the last few years." He added and they laughed. She held his eyelids open then gently dropped in one of them. He blinked furiously at the intrusion before allowing her to do the other as well.

"Okay, just move them if they feel uncomfortable." He stood up, looked in the mirror and with his index finger moved the one in his left eye so it was straight.

"That looks fucking weird." he pointed to himself seeing blue eyes instead of black staring back at him.

"Turn to me." She said to him and he turned to look at her. "Oh, I'm not sure I like it." She said looking at him also finding it incredibly strange seeing blue.

"I can make you like it." He smirked grabbing her arm pulling her closer to him. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she walked as directed to him. He kissed her. Them being the same height had always impeded on her being able to resist him. He was level with her lips so it was easy for him to just plant them on her giving her no time to resist if she wanted to, not that she ever could remember a time that she'd ever done that. They kissed before she moved her hands behind his head making the shower cap rustle. She laughed and broke away from him.

"I'm sorry, it's hard to get in the mood when you are wearing that." She pointed to it and he nodded with a smirk. Happy to just hold her then he pulled her into an embrace. She slid her arms around his middle resting her head on his shoulder as his arms hung loosely around her.

"I was worried you weren't going to come." He admitted.

"I told you last night, I love you. As much as you are sick, I'm sick for doing so, you are right. This new life you've carved, I want in on it." She admitted. 'Sick' was he offended by that description? Did she mean sick as if he was just a disturbed individual, or did she see what he'd done as an illness? Something wrong with his mind. He wanted to think it was both. Yes, his mind had to be not right, since not everybody could do what he had done and sleep at night but as well as that he had to be a sick individual to even consider it in the first place. "And if it means I don't have to be with him any more, that's good enough for me." they stayed in that cuddle for the rest of the 20 minutes. They washed out the colour mixture out of his hair, and he put the conditioner through it before washing that out. He then padded himself to the hand dryer which he then used as a hair dryer. "You seem to know a lot about being on the run." She folded her arms over her chest questioning it. He hadn't run when they were aware of who had done the murders, they picked him up and had thrown him inside. He'd wanted to be found, wanted her to know where he was.

"You talk about a lot of things inside." He responded and she nodded understanding. "How do you think I got those ID's?" he rubbed his hair drying through his short hair so it didn't take long. After he was satisfied he was dry he stood back up. His hair was bright blonde, and his eyes were now popping blue. He looked so different.

"Oh my god." She shook her head seeing how odd it was. He looked good, but he always did. She did actually like blonde guys, so maybe she could get herself used to it. It was the stuff that washed out after a couple of washes anyway so when they were where they intended to stay he'd wash it out.

"How do I look?" He smirked.

"Weird." She laughed a bit. "But I kind of like it." She admitted. He looked on his watch and saw they needed to get going.

"Let's go." he held out his hand. She smiled reached out hers, grabbed his and they left.


Too easily, they managed to get across the border and they began driving through a whole new country and continent. Vegeta had let down the roof of the convertible that he was being evasive as to how he'd come into ownership of. But she didn't care too much. She was in a convertible, in the nice heat driving through some mountains with the love of her life. The sun on her skin, and the endless blue sky above them was beautiful. The radio was playing soft a summer song and this was her vision of perfection. "What's the time?" She asked him, her eyes covered by dark sunglasses. Vegeta glanced at his watch.

"Half 4." He responded also enjoying the air, the sun, the sky and the freedom as they were up in the mountains.

"I'm meant to be at work still." She laughed her head resting back. "By the time, I don't get home, we could have crossed three countries and I doubt even then they will think I've gone."

"What will they think?"

"I'm working late. He doesn't call me at work or anything for obvious reasons. So he will probably only notice when he gets back from work and I'm not in bed."

"We could have crossed the majority of the continent by then." He smirked thrilled they had a better head start than first thought.

"Do we have an idea where we are going to stop?"

"We are going where my money is. Offshore, this tiny island. White beaches, blue seas, upper class living, and where islanders look after their own and don't like outsiders."

"Why would they look after us then?"

"Because I have somebody there that has set us up already." He smirked.

"Yeah? You don't have any friends."

"I did him a couple of favours so he's doing me some. He's also the head of the police department on the island so we'll know if anything is coming our way." her heart jumped. It sounded too perfect.

"A head of police department helping out a serial killer?" She questioned.

"That question coming from you?" he scoffed with a laugh.

"Point taken." she nodded.

"He wanted something done, I got it done. Plus, he's a good guy."

"Wait wait, did you just hint that you killed those people for money?" She asked him absolutely stunned.

"How do you think I ever worked out what they had done wrong? People told me who they were what they had done, I checked it out that it was true, that they were still doing the thing wrong and then did it." He admitted coolly. She just stared at the side of his face as he concentrated on driving. There wasn't any other cars around them for miles, it was just them in this paradise.

"Trust you to make it sound noble." She folded her arms looking away from him. He glanced to her, chuckled once then focused back on the driving.

"Sure pout about it, that'll change it." he remarked sarcastically as he slowed the small roadster as they turned a hard corner as they climbed over a mountain.

"What bothers me is that you killed them so violently. All of them. The detectives that were at the scenes were hardened detectives, have been to horrible murders and even they were throwing up at what they were seeing."

"Your point?"

"You could have executed them, a shot to the back of the head to kill them. You took enjoyment in the brutal way you chose the kill them."

"And what?" he couldn't defend it so he didn't say anything even remotely like it.

"How can I..." She started and stopped thinking of maybe a better way to word it since it was going to come out in a way that would upset him "...be confident that you won't lose your temper and do that with me? Or any children that we may have?" Vegeta stomped his foot on the break and they skidded off the road. They bumped over the rocks on the side road before he got out of the car throwing the door closed with a huge bang. He was not pleased. She climbed out after him as she watched him walk off for a bit putting distance between them. "Don't tell me you wouldn't ask the same question!" she shouted to him as he paced in front of her rubbing a hand through his now blonde hair.

"I love you!" he shouted back at her. "How could you even think for a second that I could do that kind of stuff to you? Those people weren't good you know, the things they did to kids, did to other people were far worse than anything I did! I rid the world of them!"

"You must know the people you love create the most anger inside! Think of all the murderers you spent your time with in there. How many were in there for the murders of their wives or girlfriends because the red midst descended?" She reasoned perfectly.

"If I was ever going to kill you, I would have done it years ago!" He shouted at her making the mountains echo and she froze. "You think I would wait until I got you back to do it, rather than all those years when you refused to have anything to do with me? Or even the day you told me we couldn't be together any more? You don't think if I was ever going to get red misted enough to kill you, I wouldn't have done it then?" he finished panting so angry that she could suggest that he could do that her.

She was stunned. He killed other people because he couldn't kill her, she realised. So did that mean, if they continued their lives, every argument they had, a person would die simply because he needed to vent it somewhere? Was she condemning somebody on this seemingly idyllic island to their death because of her selfish love of the man? Seeing her frozen to the spot, he sighed, walked over and sat on the bonnet of the car running his fingers through his hair. He'd talked more in the past 12 hours about the murders he'd done then he felt like he had since he'd ever done them. She walked towards him and sat on the space left on the bonnet next to him.

"I know you think that I'm a ball of anger that needs a vent every now and then, perhaps in all ways I can't disrepute it, but..." He continued and rubbed his eyes with the pads of his thumb and his index finger "...all I've wanted since that first moment I met you is to have you to myself, why would I ruin it? I'm not stupid, I thought you knew that much about me." He spoke from behind his hand.

Her stomach dropped and felt a warm glow. He loved her like no other, nobody could say those words to her and mean as much as he. Vegeta was a cold harsh man, and he was harsh in words to pretty much everybody but with her it was different. He spoke honestly, truly about his feelings and emotions, honestly told her how much he loved her. Nobody else would believe he could even say the word love, let alone say it to her and mean it. She just stared at the side of his face. Here she was, sat on the side of a mountain, with a convicted serial killer, where her family and fiancée had no idea where she was; he could easily throw her off the edge of that mountain, nobody would find her, if they did they wouldn't know who she was, and yet she wasn't scared. Didn't even think for a second he would do it. Not even if she stood up and started to throw punches at his head, he still wouldn't do it.

She stared the side of his face as he rubbed his eyes, through tiredness and weariness, no doubt. She rested her chin on his shoulder so she could watch him, and then she slid her hand onto his arm down into his hand. He dropped his other arm, then turned his head to look at her. Fake blue eyes, met real blue eyes but the expression that passed between them wasn't. She leant a bit further and kissed him. He parted his lips feeling her tongue running along his bottom lip, and she took her chance to slide it in. Theirs met in a slow passionate kiss. Wanting to feel her body in his hands, he stood up, then grabbed her hips pulled her further down the bonnet to hold her and he shoved his tongue dominantly passed her teeth. She lifted her knees to hug at his waist to keep herself stable as he leant weight against her. He pressed her down on the overly warm metal but her clothes covered her skin from burning. Her hands cupped his face and he broke their kiss. His hand took hold of hers and was going to kiss it but froze. She wasn't sure who saw it first but they both stared at it.

Her engagement ring. It was a beautiful ring with a large diamond, but it signified her relationship with another, and considering he'd stopped it clearly meant to him this fact alone. She sat up sliding herself off the bonnet whilst looking down at it. Vegeta stood back and watched with curiosity as she was walked over the road to the other side that would drop at least 13,000 feet over the edge. She pulled the ring off her ring finger, then ceremoniously threw the ring over the side. She couldn't see where it went, but it didn't matter. Both of them in their own small ways smiled at the gesture. New lives started now. She was his now, and he was hers. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. He returned it as best he could. She was so beautiful; big blue eyes, blue hair, slightly rosy cheeks, bow and arrow lips, and just gorgeous. Now she could be his alone, and nothing made him feel better than that thought. Turning around she walked back to him added an extra wiggle to her hips. When she reached him their arms slid around each kissing the other's lips. "Let's keep going." Her hands ran down his back. He nodded giving her another kiss before they climbed back into the car.


Vegeta yawned. Bulma had fallen in and out of sleep for the past 3 hours since it was boring being in a car for this amount of time. He was dead set in getting as much tar mac between them and their lives as they could. Yes people could disappear but people would look for Bulma. She was a well respected Detective, was engaged to be married to a man that very much cared about her and had parents that loved her too, she'd be missed and looked for extensively. In his thought process was that even when they found out she was missing, they weren't going to suspect straight away that she'd run away with him. An officer goes missing, they would suspect the partner first logically, or somebody she was investigating. Nobody knew of their relationship, it had been a secret for their entire lives, so they would never join up his supposed death with her disappearance. But they would check ports or airports to see if she had left, and she was quite a distinctive looking person because of her hair. She'd worn a hat, he'd given her through the check point, so he was certain everything be fine. But he still wanted to be sure.

They'd driven through at least 10 countries and were so very near the edge of the continent which would mean one more ferry ride to the island which would be a day. He was hoping to get to at least the ferry port, sleep for a few hours, get on the ferry on its first sail in the morning. But he was flagging. He rolled down the window to let in some cool air into his face to keep him awake. The sat nav was saying that they had one more hour left until the port which he felt a little relief about. He could finally go to the toilet and pull out the contacts that were starting to itch. He typed into the sat nav to find a hotel, and it beeped that there was one near by. He found it about 20 minutes later, pulled up and parked. It wasn't a very nice place but he wanted it that way. The nicer places would want a card. Whilst he had one with the fake details, he had cash mostly and would prefer to use that, and the less nicer places would take cash. Top end places always asked for a card. As they parked up she stirred awake and rubbed her eyes.

"Finally caved?" She asked since before she'd fallen asleep again, she'd been telling him he needed to pull over.

"Ferry won't be going this time of night. First one leaves at 6:30am, so we could be on there just as your other half gets in a sees you aren't there." He reasoned and she nodded sleepily. "Just sit in here, I'm going to make sure they've got a room free for the night." He climbed out of the car and disappeared into the hotel. He came out too quickly for her liking and sighed. She saw him shake his head before climb back in. "Nobody's even at the reception and it says its closed, so I assume not."

"Just drive to the port then, there will be others around there surely?" She said and he nodded agreement starting up the car again and pulling away. "You sure you don't want me to take over for a bit more?" They had swapped for a bit of stints with the other person driving which had meant on her spell of driving they'd got through places a lot quicker. Vegeta was a fast driver, but was keeping it under wraps in case they got pulled over, but Bulma did not seem to care that much and put pedal to metal.

"It's only half hour down here anyway." He waved it off.

"I'm getting really excited now." She grinned and he returned it before turning back to the road. "Have you seen where we are going to be living?"

"Our house?" she nodded in reply "You'll like it." He promised.

"Did you know I was going to come with you?" the question was quite hard for him to reply to and not as simple as she'd asked it.

"I'd planned it all for us, and I had planned to take you with me no matter what you said, but I wasn't 100%"

"What would you have done with this house then if I hadn't of come?" she looked at him waiting for his answer but it didn't come. His eyes kept dead straight on the road as if he hadn't heard her. He had of course, but it seemed he didn't even want to think about it so much he wasn't going to dignify her with a response. She didn't press.

Half an hour later, they parked up in the docks with a space to look over the water. There was a lot of lorry's parked up in the same sort of place also waiting for the first sail of the morning. Vegeta turned off the engine, pushed his chair back into a lying position. He was used to not sleeping anyway so it wouldn't bother him too much if they couldn't. It was only a few more hours to keep himself awake before they could be on the ferry for a day, with a room for him to catch up on sleep. Bulma unlocked her seat belt then climbed over to lie with him. It was a tight fit but he would never complain about her body being against his. She grabbed his coat from behind his seat, and put it around them like a sheet. She felt his lips on her forehead making her smile. His body heat was always very warm, and he smelt nice too. Even the smell of him brought back memories and a twinge to her groin. She saw the time and saw it would be very soon they would be on the ferry, and also her partner would be finding she wasn't home. Now he wasn't a genius and might not even realise straight off that anything was wrong. That she was counting on. The island was so small, that it wasn't a part of the UN and therefore didn't have to have an extradition treaty; if they got there they would be free forever.