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Chapter 4: Missing Z Fighters

Vegeta sat on the balcony of the Capsule Corp, looking out towards the horizon. His back was rested against the yellow building, his bottom on the railing, along with one foot; his other kept him from falling. Rather than having his arms crossed, he had his hands in the pockets of his khaki pants. Although human clothing didn't offer much protection, it was quite comfortable. With his vigilance he noticed that across the yard walked two familiar beings.

Although he had lost his woman to the Prince of all Saiyans, he still cared for her. He still wished to see her happy and stress free. Lately, she had been quiet and depressed. In all his years of knowing her, Bulma had been loud and outgoing. It was odd to see her like this. It made him want to confront Vegeta, but at the same time he knew not to meddle in others affairs, especially when he didn't know the whole story. Why was Bulma so upset? Vegeta never told her where he was going, ever. Why was that so different now? Yamcha couldn't understand it. "Look, I don't know what's going on between you two right now. I honestly can't say I've seen anything different. It's almost like you're freaking out over nothing." He paused. When they were together he knew she freaked out over nothing. Poor Vegeta. He was being tormented by Bulma. Oh well, she was his problem now. Yamcha and Bulma were both walking with their heads down. "Well, whatever it is, I sure hope everything turns out okay." Yamcha walked her to the front door and gave her a warm hug before taking his leave.

As she opened the door, she saw Trunks grabbing a soda from the fridge in the kitchen. "Hey mom," Trunks waved to her. She faked a smile and walked over to the couch where she sat down with a heavy sign. On the television in front of her were reports about the mysterious woman. Footage of burning buildings consumed the screen.

"Where is Goku?" Bulma pulled her brows together.

"I'm not sure…" Trunks scratched the top of his head. "Perhaps he is still at master Roshi's with Oolong? Last I heard, Krillin, Goku, and that Saiyan were there since Chichi and you wouldn't let her stay here."

"And I was right wasn't I?" Bulma pointed at the television which broadcasted the devastation the woman had caused.

"You certainly were mom. Anyway, do you want me to go over to Gohan and Videl's to see if he's there while on my way to Master Roshi's?"

Bulma nodded. "Sounds great, check the place out. Goku isn't doing his job." Bulma was furious at the world right now.

Trunks put his thumb up in the hair and then headed out with the new mission fresh on his mind. Bulma knew something wasn't right. Goku was always reliable if lives were at risk. Her eyes were focused on the screen in front of her. "What are you up to?" She squinted. She had been depressed for so long and now a new feeling was settling in her mind. She was pissed. Why was this strange woman here? "Who does she think she is!"

Bulma got up from the couch and walked upstairs to the second floor living room. She then cut across the room to the balcony. "Vegeta," She began. Her voice was filled with more sass than usual. "What did you find out about her?" Unnoticed, little Bulla stepped out onto the balcony with a sippy-cup in her hand.

"She's an ignorant twit who knows nothing." He growled. He was not in the mood to deal with her nagging.

"I don't believe that for a minute. She must know something. Goku, Krillin, Roshi and Oolong are missing."

Vegeta turned his head and looked at her. His brows were drawn together and he glared at her. Since when did she think he actually cared for those idiots? He wanted her off his back. "Well, for whatever reason they are gone, there isn't any connection between her and them." His voice was filled with apathy.

Bulma crossed her arms in frustration. She was choking back tears. "Are you… Are you covering for her?"

It was quiet. It was the quiet before the storm. Vegeta shot up from his laid back posture on the railing. "What are you saying woman?" He was yelling at her. It made her shake a little. The two stubborn forces had clashed. Within moments Yamcha was floating at the edge of the balcony since Vegeta's power level had spiked. Little Bulla started crying in fear.

"I can't even stand to look at you!" She shouted with tears forming in her eyes. She couldn't hold them back anymore.

"Whatever!" He wanted to smack some sense into her for her stupidity of accusing him of such a thing, but he knew it would probably kill her. He flew off in complete anger, knocking over chairs, the table, and a wind chime that broke all over the floor. He had even knocked down Bulla.

Trunks flew rapidly to his master's house. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, but he felt pressed for time. The smell of the woods and the sounds of the wildlife below proved that his senses were completely focused. Once he touched down, he stepped into the house without knocking. The living room was also a library. Where walls should've been, there were book shelves so high that Gohan needed a latter. "Hey." Trunks looked up at him from the floor. "Have you seen Goku, Krillin, Oolong, and Roshi anywhere?"

Gohan stepped down from his latter and looked for his wife Videl and his daughter Pan. A family portrait of them was on a stand next to one of his large bookshelves. "I haven't seen them, but have you seen Videl, Marron, Eighteen and Pan anywhere? They were just here a second ago."

"Oh boy," Trunks slapped a hand on his forehead. The Z fighters and supporters had grown in numbers over the years, so much so that it was hard to keep track of everybody anymore. But to his relief the girls walked into the room from the kitchen. Eighteen looked terribly distraught. She was holding her little baby girl in her arms, who was currently asleep. Pan was holding onto her mother's hand. She had short black hair and only came to her mother's knee in height.

"I just don't know…" Eighteen said.

Trunks looked curious. "I take it you haven't seen Krillin either then, uh?"

"No, he was supposed to come back home last night, but he never made it."

Gohan came and stood in the circle. He took his glasses off and slipped them in his white button up shirt pocket. "We should all fly out to Kame House then and check there. That's where they were last." Trunks suggested.

"Good idea." Gohan agreed.

"Look, you guys can go, but I'm going to stay here with Pan. Dinner is in the oven and I don't want our house to burn down." Videl told her husband. "I can watch Marron for you again." She suggested to Eighteen. Videl loved to watch her little girl, she provided Pan with company too.

"Thank you." Eighteen handed Videl her sleeping daughter. It was the best thing to do anyway. At Videl's leg little Pan was frowning with jealousy at the little blonde headed girl in her mother's arms. At least here she would be safe if there was danger lurking about at Kame House.

Bulma sat on the couch with her little daughter held close to her chest. Chichi had come over not too long ago with her own fears, but she expressed them in a different way. "Where is Goku? I swear, my hair is going to turn white because he worries me so much. Is that what he wants?" It was silent for a moment. "I swear it's all that hussy's fault! She's up to no good!" Chichi yelled, blaming it on the Saiyan girl.

Bulma sat up for a moment to blow her nose. She felt light headed and exhausted from all her emotional distress. "I don't understand why Vegeta would cover for her. Does he still want revenge on Goku?" She asked calmly. "I thought we were past this." She began to weep again.

"I can go find him and talk some sense into him." Yamcha stood up from the table he had been sitting in across the room.

"Oh please Yamcha," Bulma pointed to his seat. It degraded him to know that she knew he was weaker than Vegeta. He hated that fact, but still he sat down obediently.

The pink shingled house was quiet and it looked as if it were going to rain. The smell of the ocean and roar of its waves filled them all with a sense of alertness. There was an odd vibe in the air and nothing felt right. As soon as they landed they ran for the front door. The house appeared vacant, and it was, for the most part. Four perfect replica statues stood in the room. Goku had his hand up to block his eyes from whatever attack had turned them to stone. Krillin was down on the floor, and Roshi and Oolong had been turned to stone while sitting on the sofa in front of the television.

"Oh no!" Trunks exclaimed and looked to Gohan.

"Who did this? What does this mean?" Gohan asked.

"I don't know, but we need to find my father as soon as possible so that we can give him the heads up." Trunks knew what was best. Even in the presence of those who were older than him, he still made the plans. He pulled up the sleeves on his black sweater and then put his hands in his khaki shorts' pockets. "Alright, Gohan, I need you to fly to the lookout tower and get Piccolo, we are going to need all the help we can get." Trunks paused. "Eighteen, go pick up Marron, Pan, and Videl and bring them to Capsule Corp so that way everyone is together. No one should be left alone." The three then walked outside and split in three directions. Time was ticking away.

Vegeta flew furiously. He was so pissed off at the fact that Bulma had accused him of covering for that idiot Saiyan. She, of all people, should've known him better than that. He felt the need to confront this female Saiyan now and ask her what she knew. Perhaps there was something she hadn't been telling him. This time, he wasn't going to leave until she gave him the answers he was looking for. Up ahead her energy signal was faint. Whatever she was doing, it required little movement. Was she asleep? He lowered himself to the small stream hidden among the green foliage. She had moved away from civilization and it made him wonder why. His feet touched the Earth and he pushed his power level down to zero. He saw his armor next to his boot, their shadows strewn across the grass with cool colors.

Without any noise, Belia's hand wavered towards his old keepsake. She picked up the old armor that smelt of blood, sweat, and battle. She enjoyed the scent as she closed her eyes and pictured the greatest fights of her life. The intensity and vivid detail of her youngest memories even caused her blood to sting with a burning sensation for battle.

Once she set the armor down, he snapped out of his daze. He didn't even realize he had been in one. Regardless, he wanted answers. Vegeta walked out from behind a large tree that had served as his cover and assembled a mass of Ki in his hand. "What did you do with Kakorot?" He fired. The nearest tree exploded. She screamed briefly, having been caught off guard.

"How long have you been watching me?" She fired back with an equally strong attack.

"Don't flatter yourself! Now answer me!" He demanded.

"How dare you accuse me of something I didn't do!" She raised her eyebrow. She flashed her teeth at him and her tail moved back and forth angrily.

Vegeta cocked his head back. He could see it on her face and in her body language that she truly was clueless and had no idea what he was talking about. Perhaps it was that or the fact that he was still mad about Bulma accusing him of covering up for her. He threatened her with his finger pointed like a gun. Regardless, she welcomed the battle with open arms as she prepared herself for combat.