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Chapter Twenty-five: Tomorrow Is Not Promised but We Survived Today.

Bulma took her mangled shoes untied and wet. She dragged those shoes into a muddy puddle. She had just come from Ashes, yet again. Vegeta was nowhere to be seen as if he flew away. Her heart was pounding away with anxiety. Today was the day Bulma will die. She took note of this and stole Vegeta's guns... if she was going to die tonight she might as well go out with a bang.

Bulma looked up into the sky; it was going to rain again. The light gray thick clouds filled the sky with anguish and disparity. The blue hair woman had won all she wanted. The Underground title was hers and yet she's so sad. With eyes closed she tried to picture Vegeta from memory, but it was diminishing fast. She threw her eye lids open and ran.

The pavement of the street was slippery and she tried to keep her balance while running. Her curls ran in the wind swing from side to side. She stopped at a corner to catch her breath.

"Bulma." Her name echo out into the streets. This voice poured joy into the streets; squeezing life into the buildings of this Godforsaken city. She turned around to see if whoever was calling her was behind her. Then she looked to the sides. "Bulma!" This time she recognized the voice and became ecstatic. The voice called out one more time but called her... "Underground Queen." She saw him and then she darted pass traffic as if it hadn't existed. She stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes.

"Spike." Bulma said in a light murmur. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry out loud. Everything was crashing and nothing was going the way she planned. Bulma couldn't hold it in anymore. Tear flooded down her cheeks as she broke down. "What going on?" She dropped to her knees and sobbed.

"Bulma!" She was still on her knees crying no hearing Spike over her cry. "Bulma...Bulma." Still she didn't hear him. He shook her arm to get up then he pushed her. Bulma scrunched her face at Spike hard then she saw what he saw. A black van approaching at a fast pace firing rounds at the buildings. When Bulma was completely on her feet; Spike push Bulma into the alley. He put his entire body in front of the entrance.

"No Spike! NO! NO!" Bulma's eyes were already red and these new found tears were not forced. "Why? You stupid idiot why?"

"Don't shout babe." He fell against the building into the fetal position. Spike was shot up in his back.

"Why did you do this?"

"Do you really have to ask Bulma? I was sad when you left us." She tried to talk but he signal her for silence. "I know why you left Bulma. I know it wasn't because of the shooting." Her eyes grew large. "You didn't do what was asked. So I want to ask you a simple question...why him?"

"In those shadowy onyx eyes is something I'm missing."

"I can give you a reason why I loved you; you can do no wrong in my eyes. You went off with Vegeta and it didn't matter to me because at the end of the day all I can see is you."

"...Spike..."

"Leave me I'll be okay. Go help 17...please. He's at the Underground with Tien. Tien's going to kill the Old Man then he's taking 17, Sauce, Krillen, and 18 out."

"18? 18 left last night." Spike shook his head no.

"Just go." She went to help him. "Go!"

"You do know where you are, right?"

"I have friends in Ashes don't worry." Bulma turned the opposite way from Spike to the end of the alley. She looked down to Spike and like that she was gone. Spike stayed in his spot and loved the solitude he's in. He was hoping someone would come help him to a hospital. Spike closed his eyes and thought of Bulma crying. "Bulma." Seconds had become days and minutes had become weeks as Spike thought to himself. He began to wonder if he really had friends in Ashes at all. He stayed in that thought; maybe it was okay for him to rott alone.

"Spike?" A heavy voice came out of no where. Then Spike looked up to see Vegeta. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing it's just very hard to move in the rain." Spike laughed at his dry humor. "You mind helping me to the hospital? Well, since you took my woman and all."

"So you were with her. I could tell by the way you looked at her. Believe me last night I was ready to kill you."

"Slayer do you love her." Vegeta didn't answer him.

"Do you love her?" Vegeta asked out of turn. Spike did the same as Vegeta and didn't answer the question. Vegeta reached down to help the wounded man.

"Vegeta I told her to go to the Underground so that she can help 17." Vegeta wrapped his arm under Spike's arm and behind his head. Vegeta was his enemy's support.

Vegeta looked to Spike as he took him out the alley. "What's wrong with 17?" Spike didn't make a sound. Vegeta looked down to see blood in front of him. He had to freeze for a second. Over on his right Spike's eyes were wide. When Vegeta turn around he found that Jeice had shot Spike in the head with a silencer.

"Boss I'm just taking out the refuse." Vegeta's eyes grew large. Vegeta snatched up Jeice easily then wrapped his biceps around the Jeice's neck. He struggled for a few seconds and the he was also dead. He left both bodies on the side walk to rott. He went to find his woman.

Bulma heard a clamoring commotion and sirens as she came close to Orange Street she saw what all the fuss was about. Armies of gangs fighting their own members; some fought with the police. The police where seriously losing as more and more of Orange City finest made their way to the battle ground, to put it simply they were being slaughtered. Badges were now belonging to the concrete. Despite the rain these people fought. All Bulma needed to do was cross the street then straight down to the Underground but these people were in her way.

"18 talk to me so we can work through this." 18 shook her head no. "18 if this is my child I have the right to know." She tried to avoid him. As he came closer she extended her arm to force him away.

"Leave me alone!"

"Is she my child or not 18?" He yelled 18 went to swing a punch at him but she missed by a hair. Krillen caught her off guard and gently wrapped his arms around her arms but she soon broke free.

"Krillen I hate you. I really do... so hate me back!" Her flesh was turning pink and it was getting hot with animosity. "He's never going to let us out of here! So make the most of it and shut up."

"18 if this is my child then I want to get mad too; but I refuse to waste my energy on someone else's child."

"Really Krillen that's my child. I am her mother and her father...and I need no one else... she needs no one else."

"Is it Tien's child?"

"..." 18 stood still.

"Is that why he has her or is there another explanation?"

"What would make you think I'd sleep with Tien?!"

"...because he's just like Bardock." Krillen sat on top of the mess. He clenched his fist and hummed to himself. Wanting to soothing the drama he attached himself to.

"Where's Bulma?" 17 said to break the tension.

"Hopefully out of the city living her life." 18 laughed out loud. "Last night when I took her home I told her to leave the city. Then I left and I was walking on Main. Tien... Tien was there."

"So he took you here?"

"Yeah."

"You should have just left."

"Listen here Sauce." 18 snapped. "I don't need you to tell me what I should have done. Anyways you needed to stay quiet about Bardock's death. So what that Abandon was killed. Tien baited you here because of your sob story."

"Sob story 18? You are the most melodramatic whore I've ever met. You're trying to have all the attention in this plot. So tell me did you sleep with Tien? Well if you did it doesn't matter to me."

"Didn't you hear me that is not Tien's child."

"Whatever! He blames you for Bardock's death yet 17 killed him."

"Tien's an idiot and so are you. If you knew Tien was going to kill the Old Man why didn't you stop Tien?"

"18 Kayla STOP IT! I don't want to hear anything else. 18 I knew that Tien was trying to kill the Old Man, but Kayla... Kayla I should have told you what was going on."

"17 I'm sorry."

"What's done is done. I thought I had total control of this whole situation and for once I didn't."

"Well I guess we are going to die. I don't think this life we led was ever worth it. Everything led to death. So here we are getting ready for our date with death, we stand at the door as it knocks." 18 said with her eyes closed.

"I'm not dieing today." Kayla said out loud. Tien heard 18 pounding on the door. He rose from his seat and he started pounding at the door. "You can't come out now. You have to stay in your cell for now Dog. Don't worry sweetheart your daughter won't know about the evil things you've done."

"I'm going to kill you." 18 whispered outloud.

"I bet you are." He gave the door one last kick and there were no more sounds coming from outside the door.

She slid down to the ground holding her heart. Krillen refused to look at her. Then she move to look at some of the shelves.

"18 give it up." Krillen still wouldn't look at her. She shot her eyes at Krillen and started pounding on the wall.

Bulma was in the sea of people fighting off gangs. One guy grabbed her by the neck and dragged her through the crowd. "I have the Queen." He screamed. Bulma grabbed his hair so he could stop. Her hands dropped down to her sides and she felt a metal handle in the side pocket of her baggy pants. Bulma fired the gun till the man's grip lessened. When he drop so did a few others. Bulma looked at the blood she spilled and ran cold. She couldn't stay here. As she was running she got punch in the face. Bulma caught herself and left off in a rampage. Hitting people with her gun. She was now consumed in the chaos as a participant.

Vegeta watch the affair on Orange City from a distance he looked to see if Bulma was caught up with all the fighting. Vegeta heard the sounds of sirens and he turned way for the mess and was going the opposite direction of his destination. A gang went past Vegeta and he kept walk he guess they went to join the fight.

"Hey you!" One called out to Vegeta. "What's good?" Vegeta turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Where are you?" Another gang member asked.

"I'm on Ashes territory the King of streets in your presence. Where are you?"

"This place belongs to the Empire."

"Really? Last I checked that is not a name of a gang. Who leads it?"

"King Tien."

"Um? King? The fool calls himself..." Vegeta carried on into a laugh. He started to walk away from the group. "...a king? A King of..."

"Where are you going? That information was not for free." This one clenched his fist. He went into a boxing like stance squaring-up. The rest seemed to follow.

"The five of you oh joy. Your King of utter fools is going to die by my hands." Vegeta forced into his position in the middle of the group. "For the time being I'll show the rest of you what death looks like." The leader swung his arm at Vegeta and he lost his balance and crashed into a near-by door. The wooden door flew open. The leader of the group was out. One of the people went to check on the leader as the others fought with Vegeta. Another dropped and one ran away towards the chaotic battlefield. Vegeta was left fighting with the one who proved to be a challenge until Vegeta hit him in the face. That man was out too.

Vegeta went to see if the coast was clear. As he crossed the street symmetrical to Orange Street he could still see the chaos. When he looked down to his watch the time read four seventeen. More sirens wailed into the air and Vegeta felt that Bulma was in the blood Orange Street so he went back. As Vegeta was looking through the clouds of red mist something wrapped their arms around Vegeta's neck. It wasn't a threatening grapple. He saw the blue hair on his shoulders and he took her away.

They stopped on the street that'll lead them to the subway. Vegeta turned to Bulma and all her makeup had washed away. Under her eyes were dark bluish-green. Her chin and neck were red. She has been crying the visible veins were apparent in the corners of her eyes. She hugged Vegeta and he put his arms around her as well.

"I have to help 18." Vegeta pushed her off of him and he smirked. He laughed at himself. Her loyality was alawys going to be for Killa. In some twisted way he guessed it was supposed to be that way.

"You're killing me."

"This has to stop though."

Piccolo escorted the Old Man into the UnderGround both men were sicken by the way the gangs fought in the streets. The Old Man decsided to put matters into his own hands once and for all.

End Chapter Twenty Five: Tomorrow Is Not Promised but We Survived Today

Omg sorry It took almost a year to put this up. I wrote this a year ago and never put it up. Sorry this is not new for you kaykay. I know and I will update faster; promise.