Hey you guys^^ I know I said the next update was going to take longer but since a) I was kinda sick of learning and had to get my mind off things and b) one of my tests is actually an english-test I thought I might as well update my story!

Thank you so much for your reviews! And thanks that some of you even answered to my question! So my next story – after finishing this one – will be Bulma&Vegeta's story... ^^ I forgot to mention – though I think it's kind of obvious: The story will take place in the 3-year time skip before the arrival of the androids... but there won't be any Bulma-getting-pregnant during the story (though I might write a sequel and then I'll deal with that plot-line...).

So excited about getting to write that story! Hopefully it will be a little different from other V&B-fics... Well but I'll finish "Little Runaway" first... speaking of which: I was really looking forward to this chapter because it picks up the pace of the fic!

So please enjoy and leave a review if you have the time! I'd greatly appreciate it!

Oh and I'll answer a few things at the end again but I think the "beginning-note" is long enough as it is (sorry for that!)

Little Runaway (10)

Bra looked past Caleb and out the window. In the distance she could see two jeeps approaching and it was clear from Caleb's words and facial expression that he was far from pleased as he watched them drive closer and closer to Orphelinat. She raised an eyebrow. Huh, looks like they are in trouble. She darted a quick glance in Ann's direction. She wasn't looking any happier than Caleb. In fact she had paled slightly and there was a hint of fear in her green eyes. As I thought, definitely trouble.

"Ann, get the others ready... and fast!" Caleb said and Ann was out the door before he had even finished his sentence. Caleb was close behind her, but he ran in another direction and after a quick analysis of the situation Bra followed him.

"What's going on?" she asked, making her voice sound scared. To be perfectly honest, there was a little flutter in her stomach, but she squashed it. After today, after meeting the people from Orphelinat, she had realized something. She had left home in order to be her own person, not in order to whine about being alone. She had headed out to find adventure and damn it if it didn't look like she was about to get her wish granted.

Caleb looked back for a second and their eyes met. Then he resumed walking, his pace fast. A normal child of Bra's height would have been left behind, but thanks to her genetic make-up Bra was able to keep up.

"Did you see those cars?" Caleb asked her while he entered another room of the building. It was not half as decent as the room they had just been in. The walls were cracked and there had to be a leak somewhere as water from too many a rainfall had drenched one of the walls. Bra could barely keep herself from making a disgusted face. Stay in that room for a few days and pneumonia will be your new best friend.

She looked up at Caleb and fixed her expression so it looked confused and a little frightened. "The big black shiny ones?" she inquired, trying to hide a smirk at how convincing her voice sounded. She was actually beginning to enjoy playing this little game of hers. Who would have known that it was so much fun to act like some chicken-hearted, dumb girly-girl from the country? Or at least what Bra thought such a person would be like.

"Uhm, yeah. They want something that is on the premises, or at least what they think is on the premises... We don't really get it either. Two of them were here a few days ago, saying something about a treasure map or something... We got rid of them when they tried to get us out of Orphelinat by force. But it seems like they came back for another round."

A treasure map? What are they? Five-year-olds? I can't believe that some grown men are actually going treasure hunting... I bet they have seen one too many of those old western movies... It was only when Caleb walked towards them that Bra noticed the big plastic bags in the far corner that stood behind an almost dilapidated dresser.

"What's in there?" she asked, now actually curious instead of faking it. Caleb began dragging one to the window, panting a little as he did so.

"Rocks. Lots of rocks." he answered. He put his hand inside the bag and pulled a few rocks out. "We thought that they'd be back. So we prepared. There are a few of these bags all over the house. I hope Ann arrived in time and the others will be ready. Rocks aren't much, but if a lot of us throw them then we might just be able to get these idiots off our backs."

Bra had figured out what the rocks were for as soon as Caleb had told her what was inside the bags. It was an old-fashioned and crude form of self-defense, but it was probably the best thing that the inhabitants of Orphelinat could muster.

Bra walked over to the window and watched as the jeeps came to a halt. It was silent for a second when the engines were cut off. The complete and utter silence had nothing peaceful, however, as it rather felt heavy, like the silence right before a storm.

Then the doors opened. Three men got out of each vehicle. They were all rather muscled and all six of them were wearing dark clothing. The sun blinded Bra a little as she looked down, but she could still make out at least some parts of their faces. None of them looked nice. They looked exactly like the kind of guys her mother would describe as 'mean bastards with no common sense or manners'... and one of the many kinds her father loved to ridicule. Then again her father ridiculed almost every type of human being so Bra didn't exactly know how pathetic they actually were.

She didn't get much time to ponder this however. As soon as one of the men made one step into the direction of the house, all hell broke loose. Stones started flying as if some kind of starting signal had been given. It seemed like the stones were coming from everywhere. Four of the men took cover behind the vehicles while the others raised their arms in order to protect their faces from the impact of the brickbats.

Bra was impressed by the fierceness with which the stones were thrown. Yells rang out every now and then, some yells of pain that always sounded when one of the six men was hit rather hard and others yells that were instructions. It almost sounded like they were on some sort of battleground.

It felt like there was nothing the men could do against the children of Orphelinat and this little war seemed to be as good as won.

But then suddenly the gaze of one of the men – who had only protected his face instead of hiding behind a jeep – shifted and he started running forward. What's he doing? Is he trying to get inside? Idiot... They can as easily throw stones at him inside as they can outside. Bra didn't understand what the man was trying to do.

But she did soon enough, as the guy came back... a little girl clutched tight to him, one of his arms around her neck. Her back was to his chest and she was kicking at him while she tried to push away the arm that seemed to be chocking the life out of her.

"Stop! NOW!" he screamed, a look of satisfaction flashing across his face when the flow of flying stones ceased and then stopped entirely. "Good..." he said, giving them an almost crazed smile that showed his uneven and direly-in-need-of-an-hour-long-brush teeth.

"I see that you don't want me to hurt your little friend here... Now let's get this straight: We want this property, which means that we want you – and I mean all of you – out! Now unless you want me to break this little girls neck... you'll do as I fucking say!" he yelled the last words and it was rather clear that this man was far from level-headed... or lucid. "Are we clear?"

Bra had heard enough. She quietly let her hand sink into the bag and grabbed one of the bigger stones. She smirked. Throwing things at Trunks when he got on her nerved – because hitting him directly just hurt too much – had made her aim perfect. Now it was time to finally put that brilliant aim to good use.

Caleb looked at her with wide eyes as she drew back her arm... and he was about to stop her when her arm snapped forward and the stone went flying through the air.

So here a few answers (feel free to ignore these if ur username isn't one of the ones below!):

MyFalseTruth:

Yes, that is exactly what I had in mind^^ I personally really enjoyed that time of DBZ so I thought I'd make a little tribute to it because no members of the Son-family actually make an appearance in my fic (at least until now, maybe there'll be a short bit later on but I'm not sure yet).

Bulma3678:

Sure, once I'm done with all my tests I'd be happy to read your stories and review them! Just tell me which story you want me to review and I'll do it as soon as I've read it!

NPP:

Thanks! I hope luck will be on my side!

Gothic-Romantic99:

I've actually been meaning to do this for some time so I'm glad I'm finally getting around to it! Thank you for being such a faithful reviewer! It's rare and I really appreciate you putting your time into writing a few lines of your thoughts and encouragement for me!