Good day people. This chapter has a little blood in it... not too horrible.
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"Shit!" Vegeta hissed. "Shit, shit, shit shit."
He ran up the stairs two at a time and straight into Bulma's room. He kicked the door in and dove for cover when Burter squeezed off rounds upon rounds from his oozie in his direction.
Vegeta skidded to the other side of the room, taking cover behind Bulma's large bed.
"Vegeta. Come on out." Burter said in a playful tone.
Carefully looking over the mattress, he sighed in relief to see that Bulma was alive. Burter had a hold of her in his left arm, his hand covering her mouth. She was struggling to get free, but the hulking man's strength was no match for her petite frame.
"I thought I had till Sunday." Vegeta yelled from behind the bed.
Burter cracked a smile. "Frieza was getting impatient."
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Something tells me your boss planned on rubbing me out all along. He just wanted me to do his dirty work for him before you killed me too." Still taking cover, he crawled to the end of the bed and readied himself.
"Kudos to you, you found us out." Burter teased. "Now, why don't you make this easy on me and come on out. I'll even let you choose who I kill first. You or your little blue haired girlfriend."
When Vegeta didn't make a move, Burter took a step forward to where Vegeta was hiding, dragging Bulma with him. "You know, you really should have joined us, Vegeta. We need a guy like you on our team. It's a pity, really."
"I don't work well with others." Vegeta said as he held his hands up and stood up slowly facing Burter. He gave Bulma a quick glance, making sure the oaf hadn't harmed her. Other than scaring her half to death, she seemed fine. "Kill me first."
Burter jerked back slightly with surprise. "Really? You're actually going to go down without a fight?"
Vegeta nodded and walked away from the bed and knelt on his knees, interlacing his fingers on top of his head. "I want an open casket, so try not to shoot me in the face." He shot Bulma a knowing smirk and wasn't surprised to see her large blue eyes staring back at him as if he were a crazy person with a tinge of fear. He looked back to Burter.
The purple haired assassin grinned as he prepared to fire. "This is quite the honor. I'm about to kill THE Vegeta Ouji." He raised his oozy, pointing at Vegeta's head.
"Yeah, well I wish I could say the same... I'm about to be killed by a dumb ass with fucking purple hair."
Burter sneered at him. "My hair is not dumb. It's my signature." He prepared to fire, but before he could pull the trigger, Vegeta bounced up off of the floor and kicked Burter square in the gut, making him double over. His grip on Bulma loosened but she was still unable to wriggle free from his grasp. Vegeta grabbed his hand gun that was stashed in the waistband of his pants and shot him between the eyes with one shot.
Bulma's wide eyes watched as her ex-boyfriend straightened and eyed Burters surprised face. The large man's hold loosened and fell away from her all together as he lifelessly fell onto the floor.
Too dumbfounded (and scared shitless) to say anything, she continued to watch, eyes practically bulging out of her skull, as Vegeta bent over and searched the dead man's body, stashing his cell phone and wallet in his pockets.
She flinched when he grasped both of her upper arms and looked her in the eyes. "I need you to calm down and focus, Bulma."
Calm down? How the hell was she supposed to calm down? "You...you just killed that guy." Her voice was shaky and just above a whisper as she tried to make sense of the matter.
"You're hyperventilating. Breathe in through your nose and out of your mouth. I don't need you passing out on me."
Bulma didn't notice, probably because she was focusing on not having a heart attack and throwing up everything she had ever consumed in her life, that she was indeed hyperventilating. She did what Vegeta instructed.
"What the FUCK is going on!" She finally screamed.
"Shit Woman! Don't yell! I'll explain everything to you later." He grasped her hand and led her towards the door. He paused a moment to retrieve his jacket and put it on, checking to see if his phone was still in the pocket. He grabbed hold of Bulma's arm again and halted at the door.
"Burter?" A male's voice hollered from down stairs, his Australian accent was rather thick. "Have you finished yet? Come on mate, I'm hungry. Oh and make sure you grab Vegeta's car keys... I've always wanted me a brand new Challenger."
Vegeta's upper lip curled upward with disgust. Nobody touched his baby! He let go of Bulma and turned to her.
"Stay here, Woman. Don't come out until I come for you..." He quickly slipped out of room, closing the door behind him.
Bulma stood where Vegeta had left her, too scared to move.
What was happening? Did she really just see Vegeta, shoot a man between the eyes? She turned to look at the man, who was lying on her carpet, blood oozing out of the bullet hole, his brains splattered across her wall.
...Yup. That happened.
Was she in a dream? Had she fallen asleep and this crazy ass shit was part of a nightmare? She looked around her bedroom, seeing the bullet holes that littered her walls. This was not a dream.
The severity of the situation hit her when she heard a shout come from downstairs and then gunshots rang out.
Vegeta stealthily crept down the stairs, careful not to make any noise. He could hear Jeice in the kitchen, going through Bulma's refrigerator. He noiselessly made his way to the entryway of the kitchen and saw the door of the refrigerator open and Jeice's rear end sticking out while he rummaged for food.
He sprinted towards the fridge door and kicked it as hard as he could, making the door and Jeice fly to the side, Jeice skidding on the tile floor and the door on top of him.
Vegeta smirked, but it soon was replaced by a look of shock when he saw a hand gun peek it's way out from under the fridge door and started spraying bullets in all directions. He grunted when he caught a bullet in the shoulder and quickly rolled on the floor taking cover behind the kitchen counter. He blindly unloaded a clip in Jeice's direction by lifting his hand and shooting over the counter. Only stopping when he unloaded a full clip in his general direction. He stuffed his gun back in his in the waist line of his pants, silently cursing himself for not bringing more clips with him. Vegeta grabbed his shoulder and applied pressure to it as he looked around frantically for something he could use to defend himself.
A large clunk noise told Vegeta that Jeice had freed himself from under the fridge door.
"You still alive, mate?" Jeice called out.
"Yup." Vegeta yelled back in a bored tone. He looked around, his eyes locking onto a half full glass ketchup bottle that had been one of the many condiments that had flown across the kitchen when Vegeta kicked the door off of it's hinges.
The sound of Jeice stepping over the food that littered the kitchen floor, alerted Vegeta that he was slowly making his way to him. And by the sound of it, the assassin was limping. Vegeta smirked, at least one of his attacks had injured him.
He waited and listened patiently, for the time to be right to attack. He needed to end this quickly. The gun shot to his shoulder was starting to really hurt and he was slowly but steadily losing blood, on top of that, he was sure the cops had been called from the entire ruckus Burter had caused.
"You should just quit now, friend. If you get past me, you will be hunted down like a dog." Jeice snickered. "So why don't you just come on out and I'll put you down."
Vegeta sucked in a sharp intake of air, trying to suppress the dull shooting pain from his injury. "Burter said something similar before I fucking shot him between the eyes." Vegeta grit his teeth as he ripped his belt off and tide it around his shoulder, using it as a tourniquet. "What makes you think I'm not going to hunt each and every one of you fuck sticks down? You're boss just royally fucked all of you over."
"Yeah right. You're just one man, Vegeta. What makes you think you can take down the Ginyu force and Frieza?"
His voice was getting closer now. Vegeta sat on his haunches, readying himself... Jeice's steps stopped just on the other side of the counter.
Vegeta gripped the ketchup bottle and bolted upright while simultaneously smashing the glass bottle on the edge of the counter. He then flew across the counter and buried the broken bottle into Jeice's chest.
Jeice looked down at his chest, his mouth opening and closing, but no words came out.
Vegeta eyed the man up and down. "Honestly... what is up with you guys and your retarded hair?" He shook his head and promptly delivered a powerful kick to the protruding bottle from Jeice's chest, burying it deeper into his chest, finishing him off.
Not giving the man a second look, he ran up to Bulma's room and narrowly dodged a lamp that was thrown at his head.
Bulma stood at the other end of her room, clutching a very large and heavy looking vase. "You're not going to kill me are you?" She said, cocking her arm back, preparing to launch the vase at him.
Vegeta sagged slightly, and held up his hands up in defense. He was sure that if she chucked that vase at him, she'd hit him seeing as the blood loss was making him a little sluggish.
"No, I'm not going to kill you, Bulma."
Bulma dropped the vase, seeing the blood on Vegeta's hand and shoulder. "You're hurt!"
"It's nothing I can't handle." He waved her off as she approached him, trying to get a better look at his wound.
"Just let me see..." She tried to remove his jacket, and hissed at him when he shoved her hands off of him.
"Stop trying to coddle me woman, I've been in worse shape. We need to leave now, before the rest of them come." He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of her room and down the stairs.
"What do you mean the rest of them? And what the fuck happened to my kitchen?" She yelled as they breezed past the mess Vegeta and Jeice had made and nearly wretched seeing a man with a horrid tan and white hair laying on the floor with a ketchup bottle imbedded in his chest.
Vegeta ignored her and continued to drag her out of her house and all but shoved her into the passenger side of his car and hurriedly entered himself.
As they sped off, the sirens of police cars blared and then grew quiet as they put distance between Bulma's home and them.
"Open the glove box and take out the small green med-kit." Vegeta commanded through gritted teeth. The pain in his shoulder was getting severe.
Bulma got the green box and opened it. He grabbed a pouch of 'Quick Clot' and expertly sped down the highway one handed as he ripped his shirt open and then the pouch with his teeth. He took a deep breath and then poured the powdered contents over the gun shot on his shoulder.
He let out a muffled yowl as the powder stung and worked its magic. He then got his cell out and called Eighteen.
"Sir?"
"Is safe house 5 activated?"
"Sir, you sound like you're in pain-"
"Answer the fucking question, Eighteen!" He screamed.
"Yes, sir. It is."
Vegeta pushed air out of his lips, trying to get a hold of himself. "I'm on my way there. Be there ASAP." He hung the phone up.
He looked over to Bulma, who was staring at him wide eyed. He could tell she was scared and was starting to hyperventilate again.
"Woman, calm down-"
"Why do you keep telling me to calm down? How can you ask me to calm down after I come home and find a huge man with purple hair in my room with a pair of oozies, wanting to kill me? And then here you come like some sort of super hero secret agent and shoot him in the head..." She had to stop her tirade. She was getting light headed. "You killed the other guy with a goddamned ketchup bottle... who the fuck are you?"
"If you promise to calm down, I'll tell you everything."
Bulma slowly nodded. "Fine." She stared at him expectantly.
Vegeta kept his eyes on the road, and hesitated, trying to find the right words. This was tougher than he thought.
"Well?" Bulma blurted out after a few minutes of silence.
"Don't rush me Woman!" He spat back and winced when he jostled his injured shoulder while whipping his head over to look at her.
Bulma 'harrumphed' and crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him, waiting for him to explain already.
Vegeta bared his teeth and growled in frustration. "I'm an assassin for the government." He gave Bulma a sideways glance.
"I gathered that." She deadpanned, but let him continue.
This next part was going to be a little tough to explain. "I originally came to town to kill you." He lifted his index finger, stopping her before she could scream or saying anything before he could continue. "Chances are, if someone asks me to kill you, you usually have done something to deserve getting killed." He ran his hand through his sweat soaked hair. "BUT, I did my research, and come to find out we both have seen or have done something to royally piss off a very powerful person."
Bulma furrowed her brows, then her eyes widened. "The government contract... yeah... I was building a weapons system for them... The guy that I was dealing with was giving me bad vibes, so I hacked into some files that I probably shouldn't have and ended the project after finding out what they were planning on doing with the weapon."
"Let me guess, the guy you were building the weapon for was Frieza Cold."
Bulma nodded. "Yeah."
Vegeta nodded. "Yeah, well, I too found some stuff out that I shouldn't have... that, and I pissed him off. That's why he sent me to kill you; it was punishment for throwing his offer to add me onto his team of hit men back in his face. He's tying up loose ends." He shook his head. "I think he underestimated me... When I found out that you were innocent, I planned on staging a fake hit and smuggling you out of West City and stashing you somewhere until this whole cluster fuck of a situation blew over."
"This is nuts!"
Vegeta grit his teeth. "No shit."
"Would you have killed me, if I deserved it?" Her voice was shaky.
"Yes." Vegeta stated flatly.
Bulma hugged herself and started to rock back and forth in her seat. This was all just too much. The man that sat next to her is an assassin for the government, who was sent to kill her and would have too. Thank goodness she didn't turn into some sort of whack-job scientist that was hell bent on ruling the world. And to top it all off, she still felt just as strongly about him just as she did when she was in high school... Vegeta was right, this was a cluster fuck.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She said in a low whisper, still rocking back and forth.
Vegeta's shoulder's tensed at the question. "What did you want me to say, Bulma? 'Hey how have you been? I kill people for a living.' Somehow I don't think that would go over very well." He knew his sharp tone wasn't helping the situation, but damnit, he was stressed. This was not how he had planned things out. He looked over to her, his harsh expression softening slightly. "This is why I left you. I knew my life was going down a dark path and I didn't want to bring you down with me. I was protecting you." He gripped the steering wheel. "I didn't want to hurt you. It's why I left, and it's why I stayed away all these years."
The conversation ended there.
After about an hour of driving, Bulma fell asleep and didn't wake up until Vegeta gently shook her awake.
"Woman, wake up." His rough voice commanded.
Bulma groggily opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. They were in some large city. She wasn't sure which one, since it was in the middle of the night. There were high rise buildings surrounding her and taxi cabs everywhere.
She exited the car where Vegeta parked in an alleyway where other cars were parked.
He hooked his arm around her waist and led her into a posh looking apartment building. He nodded to the doorman, ignoring him as he gawked at his blood soaked jacket.
They walked directly into an elevator and Bulma looked at Vegeta curiously when he hit the button sending them to the penthouse.
"This is safe house number five?" She asked sarcastically. "Usually safe houses are dark, dank shacks in the middle of nowhere. Not some ritzy apartment."
Vegeta grunted at her. He was in no mood. "Clearly you watch too much TV."
When the doors opened, Vegeta led her down a short hallway and unlocked the door.
The apartment was pitch black and eerily quiet. He kept her behind him and they both froze when they heard a gun being cocked.
A fraction of a second later, the lights came on and a tall blond with a hand gun appeared. She lowered her weapon, seeing who it was and smirked ever so slightly.
"Sir."
Vegeta nodded at her and Bulma peeked around him to get a better look at the woman.
"I need you to get this bullet out of me."
The blond nodded and motioned for him to take a seat on the 'L' shapted couch and gave Bulma a cautious glare. She then disappeared from the room and then reappeared not a moment later with a large first aid kit in hand.
Vegeta tore his jacket off and allowed Bulma to help him to the couch. Eighteen stared at them, surprised that her surly boss let the small blue haired woman help him at all. Very uncharacteristic of him.
Bulma sat down on the other side of the couch, not wanting to be in the way and watched as the blond prepped for on the spot surgery. She couldn't help but let her eyes wonder over Vegeta's naked, chiseled chest. This obviously was not the first time he'd been shot. She counted five different scarred over bullet holes. Two in the chest, just above his heart. One on his side and two on the opposite shoulder that was injured. This new one made number six.
"Eighteen, this is Bulma." Vegeta grunted.
Eighteen merely gave Bulma a curt nod and started to clean the area of the gunshot wound on Vegeta's shoulder.
"Frieza got impatient. He sent two of his dumb asses to kill the woman and me... Obviously he thought lowly of me if he sent the two most idiotic men on his team to kill me."
Eighteen nodded again and grabbed a pair of long nosed tweezers. She emotionlessly stuck them into the bullet hole, ignoring the string of curses that her boss was snarling at her. She yanked the bullet out and tossed it on a towel that was next to her.
"What do we do now?"
Vegeta remained silent for a moment, lightning bolts of pain rocketed down his arm. "It's obvious they want me and her dead." He shook his head. "I think we all need some sleep. I can come up with a plan of attack in the morning, I need to clear my head."
Eighteen finished bandaging Vegeta up, she nodded to him and then Bulma before she silently retired to one of the bedroom of the large penthouse apartment.
Vegeta turned to Bulma. "You should get some sleep. I need you clear headed... There are plenty of bedrooms, choose whichever pleases you."
Bulma scooted closer to where Vegeta was sitting. "I think I'm going to sleep out here."
Vegeta grunted. "Suit yourself."
"Vegeta... will..." She grabbed a lock of her blue hair and fiddled with it. "Do you mind staying with me... until I fall asleep?"
His brow creased at her question, but continued to stare at the coffee table in front of him. He barely tilted his head towards her and nodded.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"Hmph."
Bulma scooted as close as she could to him without actually touching him, curled up into a ball and closed her eyes. Knowing Vegeta was there next to her put her frazzled nerves at ease.
beta'd by WithoutWingsX
On a totally different note, not pertaining to this fic... I drew cover art for Destiny Lost. You can check it out on Deviant Art. My pen name is maymayb =)