A/N: Thank you all very much for the reviews and the favs and the follows. Phew! This chapter is the longest. Please R and R.

Disclaimer: Umm…nope, still don't own DBZ.

The man sighed. "I'm gonna ask you again, what were you doing at the restaurant?"

"I was there to have a quite, romantic dinner with my boyfriend and then…" Bulma sighed. They were supposed to go to his house after the dinner and make love. 'Yamcha and my parents are probably looking for me now; Goku has probably joined them too.'

The man rolled his eyes at the mention of the boyfriend. "So tell me what exactly you were doing in the men's room, unless you have a fetish of peeing in the men's toilet?" his lips curled.

"No I do not have a fetish of that kind! Look I went to the ladies' room, and on my way back I heard loud thuds from the men's room; I thought someone fell down and needs help, so I…" Bulma cursed herself mentally for being so helpful.

"Great! Aren't you the good Samaritan?" sarcasm dripped in his voice. "Fucking women!" he shook his head. He was getting angry, Bulma could see.

"The out of order sign was there for a reason!" He screamed in her face, frustrated and infuriated.

Bulma shrieked in fear. 'Goku save me!' she thought.

"Look I... Please just let me go. I won't tell the police I swear." Bulma pleaded in a desperate attempt to convince him. He got up. "It's not the police I'm worried about." He went towards the kitchen cabinet and opened it. He pulled out a bottle of Bourbon and poured himself a glass.

Now it was Bulma's turn to stay silent. She was too terrified and confused to make a sound.

After swallowing the whole thing in one gulp, the man walked up to her with a knife in hand. Bulma gasped at the sight of it. "Get up." He ordered. Bulma got up without making any protest. He turned her around and cut the rope around her wrist. Bulma caressed her sore wrists. The man grabbed her left arm and led her to the other part of the house.

It was a bedroom actually. There was a bed, a side table with a small lamp on it, a small dresser with mirror and a medium sized cabinet. There was also an attached bathroom. The man let go of her arm and walked up to the cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a navy blue, long sleeved Henley shirt and a pair of blue and white striped boxer shorts; he tossed them to her. "The bathroom is right behind you. You look like shit." He said with his back facing her, as he was closing the cabinet door. "All thanks to you." Bulma mumbled under her breath. Fortunately he didn't hear it.

Bulma looked at the bathroom door. Her face lit up with new hope. "Bathrooms have windows, don't they? I could…" Bulma didn't even get to finish her thoughts. "The bathroom window is very small; trust me, you won't fit through it. And don't forget the bears." Bulma looked at him with an expression of being caught. Bulma still hadn't moved from her position a bit. "I don't have all day woman. Just go." Bulma didn't need to be told twice. She entered the bathroom and closed the door.

The bathroom was not fancy like her home. There was no bathtub, only a shower, a toilet, a basin and a mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her make up was long washed up in sweat; her eyes were red from all that crying. The silky, blue strands of her hair were very close to looking like a bird's nest. Her red, sleeveless, mini dress was now covered in dirt and grim. She took off her clothing and got in the shower, her tears mixed with the water under the shower spray.

The door bell rang at 9am at the Briefs's house. "It's probably Bulma; she spent the night with Yamcha." Mrs. Briefs said getting up from the breakfast. "I just hope they didn't have another fight." Mr. Briefs said between bites. Yamcha entered the house with a grim face. Both Mr. and Mrs. Briefs looked at him puzzled. "Where is Bulma?" Mr. Briefs asked.

Yamcha told them how Bulma never came back after she went to the toilet at the restaurant and also about the double homicide in the men's toilet. The parents listened to him with horror on their face. "I'm sorry I couldn't inform you sooner; I was held up by the police. They think there could be a connection between the murders and Bulma's disappearance." Yamcha let out a deep sigh with a pained expression on his face. "They think!" Mr. Briefs raised his voice.

"Yeah! They said they couldn't be sure until they've got proof." Yamcha shook his head.

"Oh my baby! How could this happen!" Mrs. Briefs sobbed.

"We should call Goku." Mr. Briefs looked at Yamcha.

"Don't worry, I already called him; he's on his way." Yamcha reassured them.

Bulma dried herself off and got dressed. The shirt was loose but not very loose. The man was sitting on the bed when she got out. "Come here." He said. Bulma complied. He motioned her to sit on the bed. He got off the bed and opened the drawer of the side table. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Bulma panicked; she tried to get off the bed. But he was faster than her. He pushed her onto the bed and crouched on top of her. She tried to push him off her with her hands. He chuckled at her reaction. She struggled hard but he grabbed her left hand and cuffed her wrist to the bed post. "Can't have you running around, making foolish attempts to escape while I take a shower." Bulma looked at him frowning. He got off her and went into the bathroom. Bulma sighed in relief.

Bulma sat up as soon as the bathroom door was closed. She tried to reach the drawer. 'The keys could be in there.' She thought. But all in vain! The more she pulled the more the cuffs dug into her skin painfully. Bulma stopped as soon as she heard the bathroom door opening.

The man got out wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweat pants. Bulma looked at him amazed. His body was muscled but lean. Her gaze lowered from his chest to his toned stomach. The pants hung very low around his hips.

"If you keep looking at me like that I might get the wrong idea." Bulma looked at him startled. She felt embarrassed. "I don't know what you are talking about." She tried to keep a stoic face. "I just wanna get away from you."

"Well that's not going to happen very soon so I suggest you suck it up." He said putting on a tank top. He pulled out a key from the drawer and uncuffed her. "Let's go and eat dinner. I'm exhausted; I need to sleep." He motioned her to follow him.

She sat on the kitchen stool as the man made dinner. She was really looking forward to the dinner. She never thought she'd ever see an assassin cook. She kept predicting what he would cook in her head. After three minutes, he put down a cup of instant noodle and a plastic fork in front of her. Her face went blank.

"What?" he asked taking a seat in front of her. Bulma shook her head and went on eating. They ate in silent.

Bulma found herself in the bedroom again after dinner. She just stood there, in the middle of the room and stared at the bed.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" he said from behind, locking the bedroom door.

"Where am I going to sleep?" she asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"Can't you see the bed?" he was getting irritated.

"I'm not going to sleep in the same bed as you." Bulma said in a determined voice.

She heard him sigh from behind. And suddenly she was picked up by the waist and thrown into the bed. He grabbed both of her hands with one hand and pinned them above her head. He got on top of her. Bulma kept struggling to get away. He put his whole weight on her to prevent her from moving. He gripped her chin.

"If I wanted to do something to you, there's nothing you can do. Understand?" tears threatened to spilled out from her eyes. "But don't worry. I'm too tired to do anything tonight. So stop your bickering and let me sleep." Bulma heard clicking sound of the cuffs. Bulma looked at him with accusing eyes. 'Not again!" she thought. He smirked. "I want an uninterrupted sleep." He got off her and laid down on his side with his back facing her. Bulma wanted to stay awake and think but fatigue took over her. She closed her eyes and started to fade away from the conscious world.

A\N: have you guys seen Channing Tatum in just sweat pants? DAMN! ;)