A/N: Kinda funny, kinda scary. REVIEW and ENJOY:D

Chapter Twenty One: No Deal

"Grr, dammit Baldy! I haven't the slightest clue when the party is supposed to be! It's not like I organized the damned thing." Vegeta very nearly drowned the cell in the punch, eyes scanning the room for any signs of his mate. Krillin's very angering call had caused him to lose sight of his wife for only five seconds. How she could've moved so quickly in her shape amazed him, but he was in no mood for humor.

He pointedly ignored Krillin's apologies and excuses for actually calling the Prince's phone. "I gotta go," he mumbled, slapping the phone shut once he caught a glimpse of blue.

Bulma fought against brute instinct to keep herself from doing something she might later regret. Shinji had expertly leveled a gun's barrel between her eyes. She had nearly shivered as the cold metal pressed against her skin. Gulping down fear, she narrowed her eyes, glaring into his equally blue ones.

"If it's a raise you want, there are simpler ways of asking."

Shinji allowed a chuckle as he pulled the gun away, instead, pointing it at her abdomen. "Yes, a raise. But it is not quite the one you're thinking of. I'd like a promotion of sorts."

"A promotion?" Bulma felt her eyebrow rise slightly. Her 'Pissed-Off-O-Meter', as Vegeta had lovingly called it, steadily jumped to higher levels. "You're already the head of the engineering department. That's a pretty big step for someone who hasn't been around long." Her ire grew with each passing moment. Oh how she longed to slap the sick amusement from his face.

"Make me Vice President," he stated, a deadly smirk now chiseled on his face. Bulma sputtered a few moments before she crossed her arms over her chest. Since the company's beginnings, no one outside of the family had ever held such a high position. Once she had hit her teens, she had become VP. Now that she was pretty much the President, she had no VP, other than her father, but it served more as an honorary position than one of necessity.

Cold, blue eyes narrowed more. "No. Even if I wanted to, you know the rules. My dad set it up so that no money-grubbing loser would turn this company into some sort of dictatorship."

"Now, now. Aren't we being a little hasty? You do not seem to realize that I hold your life in my hands. You will give me what I ask for, or I'll just kill you and get the company anyway. All of my plans are full-proof. Better for me to work with you now, keep you alive, and win later on. I cannot lose."

"Your plans may very well be as perfected as possible," the woman began, "but you forget who I am. As a matter of fact, you have no idea who my husband is. The minute he realizes that I'm not in that room, he'll come out here and beat the piss out of you." Bulma backpedaled until her rear hit the rail. Despite the fact that the balcony was on the first floor, she was still a good six or eight feet from even ground. Blast having an enormous amount of stairs to lead up to the main entrance!

Shooting down ideas to have a new corporate building remade, Bulma pulled desperately on the Saiya-jin bond between herself and Vegeta. The look in Shinji's eyes let her know that she was running out of time. She would never cave in to his threats and demands, but nor would she goad him in to carrying them out.

"I doubt it," he grated, face hardening. "I'm a third-degree black belt. He would never be able to touch me."

Bulma smirked, hands griping the iron rails that kept her from tumbling. "That may mean something to a human, but not to the Prince of all Saiya-jins." Shinji looked perplexed, so much so that Bulma was able to kick away his gun into the bushes. How a self-proclaimed third-degree black belt could let their guard down was beyond her. He looked pissed enough, but curiosity easily shone through. "Vegeta is that insane, murderous alien that landed here a few years ago. You may remember that he and his partner-in-crime took out half of West City's Army."

Her captor threw his head back, chortles of laughter streaming from his person. He stalked towards her, making her stomach do flip-flops as the wind picked up. Glancing to her left, then her right, she realized then that she had no escape. 'Dammit Vegeta, where the hell are you?...' Her mind ceased to continue her thoughts as Shinji was practically upon her. Blue eyes winced as he brought his hands up to her shoulders, pushing her as though he would throw her over the railing. Her nails dug into her palms as her grip tightened; she began to kick wildly, aqua hair flying freely in the wind.

The pregnant woman choked down a scream, instead shrieking out "HELP!". Her grip began to slip as she was awkwardly bent over the iron rail. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt a sickening dread that there would be nothing she could do to save her baby or herself. All the while Shinji merely smirked down at her feeble attempts to stay him, amused and thoroughly proud that he could make it all look like an accident. "Good by—" he started, only to hear a menacing growl behind him. He cast a wary glance over his shoulder, eyes meeting with the woman's husband.

"Back off," Vegeta commanded, blocking the only safe exit to freedom. The Prince was more than relieved to see that though shaken, his mate seemed fine.

The little whelp deepened his smirk, scooping up Bulma in his arms. She let out a few choice words, clawing at him and punching him. Vegeta felt his eyes narrow into dangerous slits as Shinji swung one leg over the railing, teetering between a solid base and a very narrow step. Scared out of her wits, his Onna shot him the most pathetically helpless look he had ever seen. He wanted nothing more that to shoot the bastard through his pea sized head and whisk his mate away, but knew it couldn't be done. She would have never forgiven him if he had killed the human, though he couldn't see why.

"Put her down," he growled, pointing at the concrete patio, taking one step closer. He was not a negotiator, never had the patience. "Now." Shinji continued to smirk, now holding his cargo over the free space of the yard.

"Why should I?" his eyes shone with pure malice. "With her out of the picture, her father would have to take over again, and make someone especially talented VP. That person, of course, would be me."

"Of course," Vegeta mused, eyes calculating every move.

"Over my dead body!" shrieked his mate, wrapping her little hands around the younger man's neck. Vegeta felt his heart rate pick up as she continued to thrash wildly in her captor's arms.

'Would you STOP!' he demanded through their bond, making her stop instantly. But Shinji shot a look between the two of them that literally made Vegeta's heart stop.

Still teetering over the rail, he held Bulma further away from him. "That can be arranged," he purred, tossing the woman into the air as though she were nothing more than a rag doll. His laughter echoed into the cold night as Bulma's blood-curdling scream escaped her lips.

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A/N: (wince) Yup, this fic is almost over. People are sooooo gonna wanna punch me for the next chapter. It's sad. Oh so very sad…but not AU!! You'll see. So review please, lemme know if this was enough of a fill for you all!

Until Next Time,

Ja Ne,

Pearl