Hello! And Merry Christmas to you all! This is a damned short chapter, but I wanted to get this out since I let you all hanging =) I also had to channel my anger last night, since my car got broken into. UGH! I stupidly left my kids dvd players attached to the head rests, so they decided to take them for themselves... if anyone is from sacramento, CA watch out! Especially by the malls!
Merry Christmas, and thank you to my reviewers and my wonderful Beta for beta'ing for me on Christmas Eve!
Disclaimer: Still don't own it!
He watched as Bulma sprinted into the thick of the woods and quickly whipped around just in time to catch Guldo's fist to the side of his face. The impact from the punch sent him flying to the ground, but quickly shot up to his feet when he noticed Guldo trying to catch up with Bulma, all the while shooting wildly into the woods.
"No!" Vegeta roared as he tackled him from behind, crossing his arms behind his back. Unfortunately, the gunshot to his shoulder made it hard to keep a tight hold on the wriggling fat man, and soon received another punch, this time to the side of the chest, close to his other gun shot injury.
"How valiant." Guldo laughed as he got up off of the ground. "Trying to save your bitch!"
Vegeta picked himself up off the ground. He was in pain, and it was effecting his ability to extinguish the threat to himself and Bulma. He growled at himself.
Kick the fat man's ass now, be in pain later.
He ignored the searing pain of his injuries and straightened his shoulders. "You will not touch her!" Vegeta said through gritted teeth. "Come on fatty, come at me." He gave Guldo a sly smirk and motioned for him as he spat blood filled saliva on the ground.
Guldo looked at him angrily. "How's about I shoot you instead, tough guy." He brought his gun up and pointed it at at Vegeta. "Too bad I won't be able to kill the Brief's girl in front of you. Oh well." He shrugged and squeezed the trigger.
Vegeta stood, arms crossed and an arrogant smile on his face.
Guldo growled and squeezed the trigger to his gun again, and shook it dumbly when nothing happened, again.
"You really need to learn how to count your ammo."
"RAAA!" The portly assassin screamed out in frustration, threw his gun at Vegeta, and missed.
"You ready to fight like a big boy?" Vegeta teased.
Guldo sneered at him. "I will kill you."
Vegeta crouched, readying himself for battle. "You can try."
For a short, over weight individual, Guldo moved fast. Faster than Vegeta had anticipated. He charged Vegeta and knocked him to the ground. And, he played dirty. Taking advantage of Vegeta's sluggishness from his gunshot wounds and dug a finger into the hole in his shoulder. He laughed maniacally as Vegeta howled in sheer pain.
"Not so tough now you little shit!"
With all the strength he could muster, Vegeta brought a powerful fist into Guldo's windpipe, effectively knocking him off of Vegeta. The younger of the two assassin's popped up onto his feet, wincing at the hot pain that went through his shoulder. He ignored it and hunched over the wheezing assassin and hunched down beside him. "You're not so tough with out your silly guns." He chuckled as he saw anger ignite in Guldo's eyes. "Nighty night." Vegeta stood up and kicked Guldo in the head, knocking him unconscious.
He needed to get to Bulma. But before he could go after her, there was something he needed to get before he did. Vegeta quickly dashed back through the broken window he had sent himself and Bulma through and grabbed his suitcase. He ripped it open, frantically throwing clothes about until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the blue velvet jewelry box and stuffed it in his shorts pocket. He then grabbed a random shirt and shoes and put them on.
As he started to walk back towards the broken window, a small beeping caught his attention.
A very familiar beep, one that told him he only had a few seconds to get the hell out of the house or he'd be barbecue.
For the second time that evening, he catapulted himself out of the window of the bedroom, with only a few seconds to spare. As he hit the hard ground the small house exploded, sending a fire ball up into the night sky and showering him with debris.
The familiar high pitch squeal sounded in his ear as the feeling of shell shock over came him. Disoriented, he stumbled to his feet, trying to blink away his fuzzy and twisted vision. He was concussed, and found it a chore to focus.
From not so far away, he could hear Guldo laughing gleefully.
Vegeta stood, demanding his legs hold him up. This fucker needed to die. Not only did he shoot him, twice... he shot at his girlfriend, blew up his vacation house and ate his leftover's. He looked around for something, anything that would cause bodily harm to his foe. A four by four that was on fire lay just a few feet away from the frazzled assassin. He stumbled to it and picked it up and followed the sounds of the fat man's laughter.
Where the front of the home used be, Guldo stood, holding his large belly as he let out another wave of laughter. "Burn baby! BURN!" He roared and reached into his pocket.
"Boss?" He said, stifling a chuckle. "It's done." There was a pause. "Blew the fucker up. The only thing left to do now is find the woman and kill her. She went into the woods, she couldnt've gotten far." Guldo nodded his head as he listened to the other person on the phone. "Don't worry, I'll get it done." He clicked his phone off and smiled at the smoldering pile of what used to be Vegeta Ouji's cottage.
He spat towards the burning home and lit a victory cigarette. "Finally killed you, you son of a bitch."
"Surprise!"
Guldo turned, and was met with a flaming four by four to the face. He fell to the ground and was met by the rage filled eyes of Vegeta.
The last thing Guldo saw was Vegeta's devil-like smile and fire and wood coming down towards his head in lightning speed.
He hit and hit and hit until Guldo was a heap of unrecognizable flesh. With one final blow to his head, Vegeta fell backwards on his butt, dizzy from beating the third member of the Ginyu F?orce to death.
Vegeta sat that there until his breathing went back to normal, watching the roaring fire. He needed to get up and moving. He had considerable blood loss and his injuries would surely make the trek into town a long and hard one.
He managed to get to the hotel he had told Bulma to go to within two hours. He'd periodically stop, involuntarily, when his legs gave out on him. But he picked himself up again and carried on towards the small village, cursing at himself at the top of his lungs in every language he knew.
It took all he had in him not to kill the boy behind the desk. He kept insisting that he call an ambulance for him. But after gruffly telling him no, more than once, the boy told him what room his 'wife' was in and he limped towards the room. The hallways were empty, much to his relief. That was all he needed, a stupid tourist running into his bloody and broken self, asking if he was OK.
He was doubly relieved to see Bulma's worried face after she finally opened the door. But, relieved or no, he needed to clean his wounds and get the bullets out of him before they got infected. Too tired to tell her to go away, he let Bulma run him a shower and accepted the fresh bar of soap and washcloth and was thankful to hear her leave the small room.
The beaten assassin stood in the shower, his face calm, eyes closed. The hot water felt good on his wary body.
The two of them narrowly escaped with their lives. He should have taken more precaution... he shouldn't have gotten his ass handed to him, especially by, of all people, Guldo.
His eyes flew open and promptly sent his fists into the tile, again and again.
Within seconds, he felt loads better. He was still angry, but he was no longer seeing red. After flicking the shards of tile out of his knuckles, he quickly washed off and got out, careful not step on broken tile.
Bulma stood frozen in the middle of the hotel room. Vegeta's hissy fit only lasted for a minute or so, and when it stopped, she had to stop herself from going back in there. Bulma had witnessed many different stages of 'Pissed-off-Vegeta'. And it seemed nothing had changed. He needed to blow of steam before he would return to his normal self. If you tried to reason with him before he through a fit, you would either get a punch in the face or would be curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, recovering from a harsh tongue lashing.
When the bathroom door finally did open, Vegeta emerged less bloody, but very much bruised and cut up... not to mention, sporting two more bullet holes in his body to add to his collection.
"Get the med kit out of the backpack." He ordered and sat down on the bed. "You'll have to get both bullets out of me."
"Me?" Bulma squeaked. "Why me?"
Vegeta looked at her, trying very hard to keep his frustrations in check. "Do you see anybody else here able to do it?" He growled.
Bulma huffed. "You don't have to be rude about it." She mumbled and got the med kit out of the bag.
Vegeta was too tired to respond. He laid down and waited for her to start. "Do you know what to do?"
"I think so?" She said as she took out some rubbing alcohol, cotton swabs, a pair of long nosed tweezers and other various things she thought she needed. "I watched Eighteen do it the last time you got shot... which evidently happens a lot."
"It comes with the job." He grumbled.
"I guess so." Bulma mumbled as she poured the alcohol on both wounds and went to work. The first bullet was thankfully a through and through so there was no retrieval necessary. The other on his shoulder proved to be difficult, but after only five attempts, and four threats on her life from the surly assassin, Bulma was able to get the bullet out of his shoulder. She made quick work of dressing both injuries and was surprised that Vegeta fell asleep shortly after she taped him up.
She was the first to wake, and wasn't surprised to see that Vegeta was still fast asleep. Bulma got out of bed and closed the thick curtains to keep the sun out so Vegeta would sleep longer.
She then went into the bathroom and washed her face and took stock on what little belongings she now had. A very dirty pair of yoga pants, a not so wearable shirt and a men's hoodie... and Vegeta had less. What he came in was covered in blood.
She tapped her finger on her chin... if memory serves, she remembered seeing a small gift shop in the lobby of the hotel. She tossed her hair up into a high pony tail and slipped her shoes on and headed down to the lobby with a few American dollars from Vegeta's backpack.
It was slim pickings for sure.
For herself, she found a long tube top dress. It wasn't what she wanted, but beggars can't be choosers. To top off her new ensemble, she grabbed a floppy sun hat and a pair of large sunglasses, the kind that celebrities wore.
As for Vegeta... well, the pickings were even slimmer.
It was a choice between a loud hawaiian shirt or a pink button down shirt. And seeing as it would be hilarious to see her bad ass assassin boyfriend in a hawaiian shirt... she picked the lesser of the two evils and picked the pink button shirt. She grabbed a pair of jeans to complete his new look.
When she got back to the room, Vegeta was up and yelling into his phone. He paid her no heed as he continued to yell at, who she assumed was Eighteen.
"I want to know how the FUCK that fat ass found us so quickly. Got it!" He paused as he listened. "Good, now call your contact and get us the fuck out of here." He hung up and tossed his phone on the bed. "Where have you been?" He growled, turning to look at her.
"I was getting us some wearable clothing since ours is covered in blood, and coffee." She smiled and handed him a large paper cup.
He grunted and took a sip of coffee. He watched as Bulma went to the bed and unloaded his backpack, placing her purchases on the bed.
"Should you be up and acting a fool in your condition?" She frowned as she looked at his dressings. They needed to be changed, blood had seeped through both gauze patches.
"Acting a fool?" He repeated.
"Yes, acting a fool. You're all worked up, stalking around like a starving panther and yelling at poor Eighteen."
His left eye started to twitch and a headache was starting to form. "Well," he started calmly. "I'm 'acting a fool' and 'yelling at poor Eighteen' because somehow that fat fuck found me, even though we were in a location that nobody knows about... I also got shot up and now look like a piece of swiss cheese, not to mention he tried to kill my god damned girlfriend and blew my fucking vacation home up. So, Bulma, I think I have a great fucking reason to 'ACT A FOOL'!"
Bulma stood in from on him with her arms crossed, giving him a look of boredom. "Feel better?"
"Quite."
"Good, here." She handed him his new clothes, and nearly got a mouthful of hot coffee spat in her face.
Vegeta quickly swallowed his coffee. "What the fuck is this?" He held up the pink shirt.
Bulma looked at it and nearly spat out her coffee. She hadn't noticed it had lettering on the back of it.
The back the shirt proudly bore the words: BAD MAN
She couldn't form words as the giggles started in.
"Seriously, you think I'm going to wear this?"
Bulma nodded and continued to laugh.
"I'm not wearing this!"
"It was that or a Hawaiian shirt." She responded through her laughter.
Vegeta yanked the jeans from the bed and stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Bulma expected Vegeta to be out by the time she was done getting dressed, but the door to the bathroom remained closed.
"Vegeta? You ok in there?"
There was silence.
"Do you need help buttoning that awesome pink shirt of yours?"
She pressed her ear up to the door and heard him mumble angrily. "I'm going to kill you, I swear it." He said finally.
"Oh come now, Vegeta. It can't be that bad." She jerked back as the door opened. Vegeta stood, arms crossed and staring bloody murder at the blue haired woman in front of him.
Bulma looked him up and down. The jeans fit well... as did the shirt. She couldn't help but smile and tried to hide it behind her hand. "You look great." Her statement was strained, making Vegeta growl at her and curse at her.
"C'mon Bad Man, let's get some breakfast."
Beta'd by Springandbysummerfall