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Ok, I'm no Louis Lamar, so the gun battle is short! And to the point.
Chapter 7: Till Your Shadow Sets You Free
Frieza and his deputies entered the street. Confidence etched all over them. They weren't fooling around, going for their guns even before the whole gang was off their mounts.
Gunfire ensued. Bullets flew. People dove for cover. Citizens screamed and watched in horror at the death and destruction.
Out of the corner of his eye, Vegeta saw Gohan get hit in the shoulder as he dove for cover behind the watering trough. He could hear Kakarot yelling for him to get down, but he leaned against a thin timber that supported part of the porch of the saloon. Bullets ricocheted off various objects only inches from them.
One by one, the deputies went down. Then Zarbon, as Vegeta took great pleasure in putting a bullet through his head. But just as in reality, it was Kakarot who brought down Frieza. But not before he got a last shot in. Trunks went down in a swirl of blood as the bullet left a gaping hole in his chest. He coughed a couple of times, then was silent.
Vegeta looked down at the boy lying dead in the street. His eyes open wide, staring blankly at the darkening sky. For some reason he felt some remorse for the loss of the youth. Why? Who knew. It wasn't like he liked him or anything, but he couldn't help feel there was a connection there somehow. Maybe because he claimed to be half Saiyan. Now one less in number.
Kakarot and Piccolo were tending to Gohan's wounded arm that hung limp at his side. He watched as Yamcha and Krillin carried Trunk's lifeless body off to who knew where.
Suddenly Bulma was in front of him. Her arms wound around his neck. He put his arms around her waist, wondering at how odd, but right it felt. He breathed in the flowery scent of her hair and started to close his eyes, when a movement caught his attention.
Frieza lifted his gun with a trembling hand. His eyes burned with rage as he pointed it at the woman's back. "I'll take away anything that could possibly make your miserable life worth while!"
"No!" he shoved the woman from him. The bullet slammed into his chest. The impact sent him back a step. His eyes never left Frieza as the last breath escaped his body in a wheeze. Looking down he saw the open wound in his chest, as it poured blood with every beat of his heart. His legs became to weak to support him and he sank to the ground.
"Vegeta!" Bulma was supporting his head in her lap. Tears streamed from her blue eyes. "No! You big lunkhead!"
Piccolo's face appeared. "Well, looks like you found your way out."
Vegeta coughed. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. It was becoming harder to breath. For some reason he could hear the irritating words from a movie he had been suckered into watching with that woman. (the parting seen of The Wizard of Oz about happiness and your own back yard) "What was the point of all this? To show me that I'm stuck with you idiots weather I like it or not?" he frowned in between gasps.
The Namek grinned. "You've been sucked in just like me. You're one of us now."
The words echoed in his mind as the world began to swirl and darken. He could vaguely hear the woman crying. The sound almost seemed to comfort him. The world faded into complete blackness.
Vegeta sat strait up, gasping for air. Looking around in confusion, it took him a moment to get his bearings. He was still on the living room couch. Light streamed through the huge bay windows.
A blonde head popped around the corner. "Good morning sleepy head! Did you rest well?"
He shook his head, clearing away the last of the fog and grumbled at her. "Well enough."
"Good! You looked so peaceful lying there on the couch. You must have been exhausted! Bulma said she tried to wake you up but you were just out! Breakfast is ready. Come on and eat dear." She prattled as she set the last of the plates on the table.
He sat at the table, not really looking at anything in particular. Mrs. Briefs was still talking about who knew what. Dr. Briefs was hidden behind his news paper. His coffee cup appearing and disappearing at regular intervals.
Bulma came bounding into the kitchen and stopped short as their eyes met. For an instant, they were unguarded. Questioning. The kiss flashed through her mind making her cheeks flush. Did he know?
He studied her for a moment. She was beautiful, he had to admit. He wondered if she would even consider him as a mate. His eyes widened. What was he thinking! He didn't want a mate! His training was the only thing that was important to him.
Mrs. Briefs set the plate of pancakes down in front of him, giving him a welcome distraction from the woman. He would have to stay away from her. She would get in the way of his goals and that was the one thing he wouldn't permit. He inhaled the pancakes and two glasses of juice and stood up.
"Back to training?" she asked.
He looked at her, the usual smirk settling on his face. "Is there anything else?" he asked sarcastically.
She smiled sweetly at him, taking him off guard. She knew he would be expecting a flippant remark, but she just wasn't in the mood this morning. "You never know. Do you?" he suddenly had the funniest look on his face. Sort of a mixture of shock and hope.
He frowned. Did she just flirt with him? She was always making stupid remarks about him wanting her gorgeous body. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked down his nose at her and 'humphed' before walking out of the kitchen. Alarms ringing in his head.
Do you want me to continue? My girlfriend said she would help me with an actual love scene if I kept going. Let me know!!