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Warning: There's a slight lemon and of course cursing. Also, I'm going a little Tarentino on all of ya'll in this chapter... fyi.

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A mixture of tears and Vegeta's blood ran down her face as she tried desperately not to fall again. Her wobbly legs threatened to give out as she pushed herself to get to her destination.

Bulma yelped as she almost fell face first onto the hard forest ground, but managed to catch herself, landing on her hands. Her already cut palms stung as they hit the freezing forest floor. She held in a horrified scream as she heard another round of shots ring out in the near distance.

'RUN BULMA!' Vegeta's pain filled voice screamed at her over and over again. His bloodied face still looking at her in her minds eye. 'Run, and don't look back!'

She wiped her eyes and continued running, but paused moments later when an explosion ripped through night air. Bulma whipped around, her eyes large with horror as she watched a humongous fire ball shoot up into the sky.

"Oh my god." She whispered, another set of tears ran down her cheeks, washing away her boyfriends blood as it cascaded down her face. It took all she could not to crumple up into a ball where she stood. But the gruff words of Vegeta kept telling her to move her feet and get to where she would be safe.

With one last look at the dissipating fireball she turned away and started to run again to the little village down the mountain, where Vegeta promised her he'd meet up with her.

She ran as fast as she could for what seemed like forever. She ran until she saw lights of the small town that he promised her she'd find if she kept running East. She halted just before the forest ended and where the town started. She quickly slung Vegeta's back pack off, and tore out his black hooded sweatshirt and put it on, covering up her tattered and gore covered night shirt. She then walked to the stream of water that she had followed and splashed her face, washing off the dirt, grime and blood off, and then as calmly as she could, walked out onto the paved road that led to the heart of the town Vegeta had instructed her to go to.

She followed the lone road until it stopped in the middle small town, blending in with all of the townspeople and tourists as they went about their late evening business. She was thankful that she had woken up and put on a pair of black yoga pants and was lucky her running shoes were so close to her when Vegeta had woken her earlier, otherwise she would have made her trek barefoot.

It didn't take her long to find the small hotel she was instructed to find and quickly ducked in, making sure she wasn't followed.

A young man working the front desk smiled warmly at her, but as she got closer, his smile faded, and was replaced with a look of concern. As she approached, he asked something in Swedish.

Assuming he asked what she needed, she nodded. "Umm...Raum für ein...?" She was sure she asked for a room for one, but wasn't 100%. She had tried to pick up a little while listening to Vegeta talk to the locals, but she didn't have a good feel for it.

"Are you American?" The young man asked in a thick Swedish accent.

Bulma nodded sheepishly.

"I speak English. Room for one, yes?"

"Yes, please. Uhm... my... um, husband should be meeting up with me later on, possibly not until tomorrow morning." Bulma informed him nervously.

"Not a problem Miss. The going rate is $45 American dollars a night."

Bulma dug into Vegeta's backpack and took out some of the money he had stashed, for probably this very reason. She handed him a fifty and told him to keep the change.

"Your room number is 504... do you need anything else?"

Bulma shook her head and took the room key from him. "I've had a rough day. Nothing a bath can't fix." She lied.

His smile returned at her explanation. "Enjoy your stay."

Bulma went straight to her room. She checked it, just in case there was somebody waiting for her there, and when she felt safe she dropped the backpack on the floor.

She stood in the middle of the room, blankly staring at the large bed that dominated the room.

She was in desperate need of a shower. She was wet and tired and had a few minor scrapes and other wounds to tend to. But, she just couldn't make herself move anymore. She looked at the digital clock on the night stand.

7:54pm.

Vegeta told her to get to the neighboring town and check into the hotel she was currently in. From there she was to wait until 8am tomorrow morning. If he wasn't there by then, she was to go back to Zurich Bank and open box number 55. There she would find a new identity and enough money to start a new life. A life where Vegeta was no more, a life alone.

The thought was unbearable. She slowly sunk to the floor, pushing her back against the bed and hung her head in her hands and promptly started to sob.

He had to survive. He just had to.

Earlier that evening...

Bulma panted as she arched her back, pushing herself so Vegeta went deeper into her core. He groaned at the delicious sensation as he held her close, refusing to let her go. They rocked in unison, both taking the time to rediscover one another.

"Vegeta." Bulma whispered as he started to pick up his pace.

It was their third go that night, the two barely giving the other enough time to catch their breath in between rounds.

Bulma was shocked to find that Vegeta was even more muscled than his 16 year old version. His body was a powerful weapon and he had picked up a few tricks along the way. He was every bit the dominate male in bed, and they fought to win dominance over one another, just like before.

She managed to break free of his strong hold, only because he let her, she pushed him on his back and copied his eager pace, building both of their releases.

Grabbing hold of her hips he lifted his pelvis up, filling her fully. He felt her ascent in her release and grabbed hold of her, flipping her back onto the mattress where he drove into her wildly. Within seconds she orgasmed loudly, and shortly after he followed.

Vegeta dramatically fell on top of her and kissed her, making her giggle. They stayed there like that, their legs and arms entangled until Bulma fell asleep.

Once Vegeta was sure she wasn't going to wake up, he untangled himself from her and got up and out of the bed. He quietly dragged one of the chairs by the wall over next to the bed and sat. He was completely relaxed, and would have fallen asleep if he would have allowed himself to, but wanted to think things over.

His hardened soldier/assassin mind set was making him uneasy. He had just lain with a woman, his long lost woman... three times... and he was actually experiencing joy. Pure joy and happiness. It was a foreign emotion for him. Sure, he experienced joy while performing job duties... there wasn't anything in the world that made him happier than hell driving a blade through an asshole's carotid artery or shooting an evil dictator in between the eyes. But this... this joy and happiness was a horse of a different color.

'What now?' He asked himself, as he watched Bulma shift under the heavy blankets.

'No regrets, eh, Ouji?' Cap's words rang through his head.

He nodded in agreement, as if his old Captain was sitting next to him.

"No regrets." He whispered and smiled.

Someone was is the kitchen.

The faint steps of rubbers soles penetrated Vegeta's sleep.

He kept his eyes shut and concentrated on the noise, all the while keeping his protective hold on the sleeping woman, who was pressed tightly against his chest. His other hand slowly made it's way under his pillow where is high powered hand gun was stowed.

The assassin was sure there was only one intruder. And, by the sounds of it, he was heavy, and wasn't smart. If his eyes were open, he would have rolled them. The intruder either didn't care that he was making noise, or he or she wasn't a professional.

Vegeta gently and slowly let go of Bulma and stealthily lifted off the bed and exited the bedroom, leaving the blue haired woman, none the wiser. He glided down the hall silently, pointing his gun ahead of him. As he peaked around the corner and into the kitchen, he saw a silhouette of a man at the dining room table...eating?

"Ah, Vegeta. Been a long time."

Vegeta growled as he lowered his weapon, but kept his finger on the trigger. A dim light over the table switched on, revealing the intruder. At the site of the small fat man, Vegeta all but spat on the floor.

Guldo. He hated this guy... maybe a little more so than the other two dumb fucks he killed back in West City. He always had a smug smile on his face, and was arrogant as fuck. And what really confused Vegeta was how he was on the most 'elite' assassin groups. He was slovenly and wasn't very good in hand to hand combat.

"Mhmf." Guldo mumbled as he stuffed the leftover dinner Bulma had put in the fridge for later. "Did the Briefs girl make this? It's damned good."

Vegeta narrowed his eyes on him and sat down across from the fat man. His hand tightened over the handle of his gun contemplating shooting him for eating his left over dinner... He was looking forward to eating that pasta dish...

Guldo swallowed his mouthful and smirked at Vegeta. "I was going to kill you in your sleep, but, where's the fun in that?"

"HA! Now that's funny. You, of all people, could not pull off such a feat. In fact, the mere fact that Frieza sent you to kill me is an insult." He chuckled as the fat assassin frowned at him. "How did you find me, Guldo?"

His smug smirk spread across his lips as he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "I have my ways. Although, I have to admit, it took me longer to find this place than I anticipated." He shrugged and pulled out a large hand gun.

Vegeta stayed stoic. His left eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at the sight of the weapon. Ah, yes this was why he was on the Ginyu force. Guldo was an excellent shot. He could hit a fly from 100 yards away.

"Why don't ya just put that pesky gun down, Vegeta." He cocked the gun, and pointed it directly at Vegeta's head.

He did as he was told and placed his gun on the table top and then leaned back in his seat, not giving Guldo the satisfaction of showing any kind of uneasiness.

"That-a boy." Guldo said mockingly. "Now, Vegeta Ouji, where'd you put that pretty little blue haired thing?"

"There's no need to bring her into this."

"Oh but there is! She's the very reason why I'm here... you're just a bonus!" He stood up and brushed crumbs off of his stained shirt. "Tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna off your woman...maybe make her suffer a little and make you watch and then, when I'm done with her, I'm going to torture you to death. It's the least I could do to avenge my fallen brothers." He cocked his head to the side, his smug look turning thoughtful. "Although, I must say, death by ketchup bottle was pretty damned comical."

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at the memory of driving the thick condiment glass into the asshole's chest. "Well, that sounds all well and good, but I'm afraid I just can't let you do any of it."

"Is that so? Well, that's funny, seeing as you're in no position to stop me, that is unless you have another gun stuffed down your shorts... now, be a good boy and let's get your girlfriend. C'mon buddy! It'll be fun!"

Vegeta stood slowly from his chair, so that he and Guldo were both standing across from each other. "You will have to go through me to get to her, you fat little fuck."

Guldo's face twisted into hate hateful sneer, his grip on his gun tightened, it still pointed right at Vegeta's head.

"See this?" Guldo pulled out some sort of a remote from his pocket. He smirked when he saw Vegeta flinch. "I've managed to plant a few C4 bricks around this place, all while you were fucking your blue haired girlfriend." Guldo smirked. "With one press of this here button, I'll blow the both of you to hell, now, let's go wake your bitch girlfriend up."

Vegeta's sneered at Guldo. "Fuck. You."

"Fine, you wanna play it that way..."

He watched as Guldo's finger started to squeeze the trigger of his gun, and that's when he made his move. With all his might, Vegeta shoved the kitchen table forward, making it collide with Guldo. It hit him with such force, that he was sent through the kitchen window.

Not bothering to see where he landed, Vegeta twisted around and dove into the connecting room, narrowly missing the flying bullets that were being sprayed from a very pissed off Guldo's gun. He crawled as fast as he could into the hallway and then stood up again and ran into the bedroom.

Bulma was in the process of jumping out of bed when he entered. He dove onto the bed and grabbed her, dragging her off onto the floor and shielded her with his body on the hard wood floor as the next barrage of bullets came from outside.

Vegeta frantically searched for his backpack that was under the bed. He found it, ripped it open, and grabbed both guns he had stowed in there.

"You fucking cock sucker!" Guldo screamed from outside as he squeezed off a few more rounds blindly into the room.

Bulma was too confused to form words. One minute, she was sleeping peacefully and the next she's woken from what sounded like gun shots, and not seconds later, her boyfriend dives into the room and drags her onto the cold ass floor.

"Oh Ve-geeeeetaaah!" Guldo called out mockingly. "Hiding won't help you here... I'll tell you what, I'll give you sixty seconds to decide. Either you come out, you're little girlfriend too, hands up or I'll blow this fucking place to hell. Your choice. Your sixty seconds starts riiiiiiight...NOW!"

"What does he mean blow?" Bulma asked, wide eyed.

Vegeta was looking around frantically, trying to figure out what the hell to do.

"Vegeta?"

"Shut up, Woman." He shoved his palm onto her mouth and concentrated harder.

The assassin quickly shoved his backpack at Bulma. "Put this on, and get your shoes on."

Bulma looked at him as he had lost his mind.

"DO IT!" He roared, making her jump. But his outburst made her snap out of it and she did what she was told, and he did the same.

"Twenty seconds Vegeta."

"Hold on tight, Woman." Vegeta said, scooping her up into his arms. He took off running, leaving Bulma speechless as she was about to ask him just what in the blue hell he was planning on doing, and ran full throttle towards the picture windows.

Bulma squealed in terror as he catapulted the two of them through the window and landed roughly on the grass. Disoriented, Bulma was then yanked up again by Vegeta, shielding her from Guldo, who was running towards them, shooting.

Vegeta grunted as the familiar sensation of white hot pain filled the side of his chest, where he caught one of the fat man's bullets.

Bulma screamed as his blood sprayed across her face and caught him as he stumbled toward the ground.

"VEGETA!"

"No, go, Bulma." He grunted, pushing her off of him as he got up.

"Oh, Vegeta, seems you got a flesh wound!" Guldo said, slowly making his way towards the pair of them. "Sorry about that." He emptied the empty cartridge and loaded another full clip into his gun.

Vegeta sneered at the fat assassin and then turned to Bulma. "Woman, go through the woods. Go east, until you find a small village. Check into a hotel called The Sol Inn-"

"Put your hands up the both of you." Guldo interrupted him.

Vegeta ignored him. "If I'm not there by eight am tomorrow, go to Zurich bank and open box 55." He stood up and cocked his gun, wincing as he did. "RUN! Follow the brook!" He shoved her towards the forest. "NOW!"

He turned and charged at Guldo, firing off a barrage of bullets in the fat man's direction. The two men collided, each trying to overpower the other. Bulma stood there frozen as she watched Vegeta and the fat man, who she assumed was part of the assassin team Frieza had sent to kill the two of them, roll around the ground throwing punches at each other.

"RUN BULMA!" Vegeta screamed.

"NO!" Guldo roared and pointed his gun in Bulma's direction.

Bulma backed away and screamed. Guldo shot his gun and at the last second, Vegeta moved, taking the bullet that would have for sure hit Bulma.

"RAAAA!" He screamed and looked to Bulma. "RUN GOD DAMNIT!"

And run she did, into the thick woods that lined the cottage, following the small brook.

Bulma watched numbly as the dirty water swirled around the drain of the shower. She had a considerable amount of Vegeta's blood on her. She couldn't remember if it was from the first bullet he took or from the second one that saved her life.

She ran a hand through her long wet locks and leaned up against the tile of the shower. Lifting up her palms, she let the water through her fingers and soak her cut and bruised hands. She had sustained the injuries going through the window Vegeta sent them through and from falling a few times while running through the woods. She also had a scrape on her cheek, again from the going through the window and a few more scrapes on her arms. The water stung, but she welcomed the feeling. It helped keep her mind focused, so (as) not to fall into another body wracking sob attack like she had fallen into when she first entered the hotel room.

After a long while, she exited the shower and put on her dirty yoga pants and Vegeta's sweatshirt. She was exhausted, seeing as it was now 10:30pm, but she knew she wouldn't get any sleep. Her mind was too busy worrying about Vegeta.

'It's been two and a half hours. He should be here by now.'

Bulma rubbed her temples.

'No, I can't think that way.'

She sat on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest and rested her head on her knees. She took deep breaths trying to prevent a new waves of tears that were starting to come out.

She paused, holding her breath. A faint rattling noise came from the door.

Bulma shot off of the bed and dug into Vegeta's backpack, and pulled out a small hand gun. Her heart beat rapidly as she watched the door handle jiggle.

'Oh god! They found me!'

She gripped the gun tight and slowly made it to the door and looked out the peep hole. Whoever it was, was not visible through the lens. She put her ear up against the door and strained to see if she could hear anything.

Labored breathing and a groan sounded from the other side.

She backed away from the door.

"Bulma." A muffled voice called from the other side of the door.

Bulma stayed still, not sure if it was her imagination. "Who is it?" She yelled.

"It's Vegeta. Open up."

Bulma stayed put. "How do I know it's really you?"

She could hear a growl come from whoever it was. "Christ, Woman. Open the god-damned door!"

She smiled and ran to the door, opening it.

A battered, bloodied Vegeta stood, leaning on the door frame... frustration and anger shining in his eyes. He pushed off the door frame and hobbled his way into the hotel room.

Bulma poked her head out into the hallway, making sure nobody saw him and closed the door and locked it. When she turned, she caught a glimpse of Vegeta as he stepped into the bathroom.

She found him sitting on the toilet with a wet washcloth cleaning one of his multiple wounds.

"Here." She started the shower, making the water go as hot as it could. "I'll help you."

He gave her a sideways glance as she gently pulled him up on his feet and peeled his loose fitting work out short off. They were tattered and torn and covered in blood. She then guided him to the shower and gave him a fresh bar of soap and a washcloth.

"Clean up, and when you get out I'll dress your wounds."

He took the items from her but remained silent. The look in his eyes told her he needed some time to himself, and she obliged, exiting the bathroom.

A few moments later, a yowl of anger erupted from within the bathroom, followed by the sounds of tile being pounded unmercifully by large fists.

SNAP! I left ya hangin'

Beta'd by: Springandbysummerfall