Chapter 3: The Irony of Revenge
Yamcha sat comfortably in his office chair wallowing in the irony of it all. No...not the irony, but the poetic justice of it. Vegeta would be killed by the woman who had once chased after his love.
You see, no one knew that Yamcha remembered the accident. He had kept it a secret for a few months. Of course, Bulma had already been the top assassin for the Rat-Pack so he couldn't just kill her, or Vegeta. That's why he was going to take her out after she killed Vegeta.
Of course this whole idea to kill them both subtly was pure revenge. That was beside the point as far as Yamcha was concerned, however. What was it about revenge? It's a dish that's best served cold? True. Revenge is so sweet?
"Incredibly true," he whispered with a deadly look in his eye.
He began to wonder how he had lost his love, Bulma, to a person such as Vegeta...
He had loved her unconditionally until he came along. She took one look at him and his technique and the little tramp immediately lusted after him. By doing so, she betrayed him and in turn left him.
Bulma had always been an assassin, and that was one of the most alluring things about her. Well, that's how Yamcha felt. He knew she could always protect him and he, her. It was quite a sweet deal.
Although Yamcha remembered her and everything they had...he wasn't quite sure of how the accident happened. It was a complete blur so nothing could be certain.
"Sir?" the door opened revealing Piccolo.
"What is it?" Yamcha asked, annoyed that his thoughts were interrupted.
"There are three bounty hunters here to see you, Sir."
Yamcha raised an eyebrow. "Send them in."
The door closed behind Piccolo, only to open moments later to reveal three unimpressed looking bounty hunters. The first one who came in had fair skin, black hair, and piercing ebony eyes. The second was younger, about nineteen, and had black hair and blue eyes. The final bounty huntress had blonde hair that came just above her shoulders and cold blue eyes. Yamcha absentmindedly thought that the third looked like a cat.
Oh well...in this game, first impressions weren't all that important.
"We see you have a bounty on three men. 333,333 dollars a piece. We came to get more information," the younger of the three said.
"Bulma sent us, so I hope this deal isn't false. That would be a waste of time...and I can't stand wasting time," the blonde said menacingly.
The black eyed lady simply nodded.
Yamcha leaned back in his black leather chair. "This deal is not a setup, I assure you, Ladies. Before we, uh, get more into the deal, I'd like to know your names."
"Our names are not important," the one with ebony eyes responded.
"If you don't want me to inform other bounty hunters of this, then you will tell me your names."
The blonde scoffed. "Black mail...Alright then, Yamchew--"
"Yamcha," he said vehemently.
"Alright then, Yamcha, my name's Eighteen," at Yamcha's raised eyebrow, she added, "and my father was very dull. Another word of it, and you'll be my next bounty."
"I'm Chi-Chi and one reference to a portion of the female body, and I'll be next in line for your head," the elder of the black haired women revealed.
"Videl...No relation to Mr. Satan," the youngest said quickly.
"Good, good," Yamcha said.
Of course, he had already done a thorough background check on these three ladies. Although they covered their tracks well, he knew of each of their interesting backgrounds. The one called Chi-Chi was the runaway daughter of the Ox King, making her a princess. Eighteen was the daughter the infamous scientist Dr. Gero, who was famous for his scientific research in robotics. Finally, Videl, another runaway daughter. The great Mr. Satan, the "strongest man in the world", was her father.
He also knew that Bulma was the runaway daughter of the illustrious Dr. Briefs. Dr. Briefs was the owner of the Capsule Corporation. He created much of the things that were used worldwide, including dino-caps. However, her past was to be dealt with at another time.
The bounty hunters were important now.
"Do we get the information now?" Videl asked.
This was only her third time going on a hunt. She had only teamed up with the other ladies a few months ago, and they had made her train more than her father had. Videl was a great martial artist and was regarded as one of the strongest women in the world, thus making her a valuable asset to the team.
Yamcha smiled. "Of course, Ladies. Follow me."
The three women followed him to a hidden door in the north wall of his office. This room was filled with files, pictures, and newspaper clippings--amongst other things.
"What is this room?" Chi-Chi asked quizzically while squinting in the dim light.
"This room is filled with the people who have betrayed the Rat-Pack ever since it began twenty years ago," Yamcha informed them.
"Oh. Well...you need to clean in here; there's dust everywhere!" Chi-Chi scolded…one of the most powerful men on the planet Earth.
In the mean time, Bulma was preparing to kill this Vegeta person. He'd bring her in a hefty bounty that would keep her work load to the minimum. To Bulma, this assassin business was getting dull...all of her prey was so easy to kill. Although, I am one of the best.
To her, it was a game. Each one of her targets was a level, or an obstacle in the level she was on. With knowing that Yamcha needed her to take out one man...she felt that Vegeta would be a level all by himself. This was a level she'd gladly take on, mind you.
"Telescope and night vision goggles for observing the target; check. Sniper riffle in case of a failed attempt; check. PP7, or as I like to say, Pea-Shooter; check," she sniggered as she checked off her favorite gun. She had favored the old 007 video game that allowed you to use one, and afterward she got a hold of a PP7. She had loved it ever since. She paused as she thought what else she needed. "Silencer; check. Hmmm...alibi in the extremely unlikely chance that I'd get caught; check. Target's picture...no check."
She frowned and scrambled around her apartment that was located in the inner-city. After throwing around dirty clothes and trash from her last self-pity binge, she found the picture...along with one of her father, mother and herself. Bulma smiled fondly as she remembered when the picture was taken.
She had been a happy eleven-year-old spoiled girl. Her parents and herself had been on a business meeting in America. Oh how she missed those times...those times of being pampered and loved...but then again, that's life.
With a sigh, she pulled her gaze away from her memories and focused on Vegeta. Although, without even realizing it, her memories were being pulled forward again. As she was staring at his stoic features, she couldn't help but to feel a tingle of...familiarity. Nevertheless, she watched the picture float lazily down with her other supplies before capsulizing them.
Maybe he's a part of that year I forgot... Oh well. This wasn't the time to analyze the past.
After the incident at the bar three days ago, Vegeta had decided it best to just stay in his home. You'd logically think that this would be the last place anyone would go if they were being tracked down, but Vegeta protested everyone's complaints...
"Vegeta," Gohan had said, "this is lunacy! They'll find you if you stay at your house! At least be smart about this!"
"Yeah, Gohan's right," Goku had agreed with his son. "There's no point in throwing your life away!"
"I don't want to hear any of this nonsense! I'm going home, and I'm going to stay there for now! My welfare is none of your concern!" he said crossly to them before stomping off.
...And so, Vegeta did go home. His logic, you must understand, was that if they had already ransacked his home and took most of everything; then why would he come back? He also thought that they'd think that he'd be 'too smart' to go there of all places. They wouldn't watch it because they felt they had no reason to.
Vegeta chuckled at the simplicity of his ingenious reason. Of course, the downside was that his house was a complete mess, and all of his belongings, however few, were helter-skelter. With great disdain, he picked up the few remaining remnants of his old life and put them on a random shelf, or table.
After he had quickly pulled all of the blinds down, he stared at the still offending mess. His residence looked like a tornado had ravaged the place twice over! His most expensive furniture was missing (presumably taken by the Rat-Pack, or common thieves), his priceless paintings were slashed and torn, his remaining furniture was in shreds, and the rest was just as bad.
Vegeta, you see, was used to living the life of royalty. He was a super-elite member of the Rat-Pack and that came with many, many perks. Now, that lifestyle was trashed. Needless to say, he was furious at this. Out of frustration he punched a hole in the already crumbling wall near his fireplace.
Bulma activated the preset coordinates on her jet plane so she commenced in fixing her disguise. Her rule was that if one was going to kill another, it must be done incognito. This was mainly because she didn't want anyone to know her true identity as Bulma Briefs. Although, she was sure that Yamcha knew of her past.
This mission's facade was that of a man. Yes, the feminine Miss Briefs was cross-dressing for this assignment. Thankfully, the only one who would see her would be dead shortly afterwards.
She planted a fake mustache on her face, as well as false eyebrows to cover her thinner blue ones. She also wore a blue baseball cap and jogging outfit. The baggy clothing would hide her more womanly features, and she could just trot out of there. An innocent, or possibly slightly disgruntled middle-aged man. Yes. It was all perfect.
After straightening her mustache, she checked her position. Good, only a few more minutes. She sat back in her chair and rested her eyes, listening to some rock music of the yesteryears. What song was it? Ah, "Forest" by System of a Down.
She loved old rock...it was dramatic and yet soothing at the same time. 'Walk with me my little child To the forest of denial'? Hah! Been there.
Beep, beep, beep!
"Damn jet sounds like an alarm clock," Bulma moaned as she descended into a parking lot near Vegeta's house. She quickly capsuled the car and began jogging down the sidewalk. "Honestly...what kind of idiot would stay at their own home if they are being tracked down?"
She located the house easily enough. All of the blinds were drawn, making her assume that he was hiding in there. When looking at the house, she only glanced out of the corner of her eye as to not draw suspicion to herself. She continued jogging around the block before cutting through several people's yards. She hopped the occasional fence (first making sure no one was looking) until she landed in Vegeta's backyard.
It was a mess. Everything looked as it had been searched by a raging SWAT team. Nonetheless, she scrambled up into a tree that had a perfect view of a window. With the blinds drawn, she couldn't see what room it was, but that was just as well. She had her equipment. Besides, Vegeta wouldn't be stupid enough to come outside.
She quickly released her tool box and caught it just before it plummeted from the tree. After wedging it between two branches, she opened the lid. The assassin scanned through it, lazily swinging her sweatpants clad legs. There it was! Her sniper rifle's scope!
Ever the quiet one, she pulled it out and focused it on the window. She adjusted it accordingly and was able to make out some of the room's content through the cracks in the blinds. ...A...sink, I think. Hehe, a rhyme!
"Nah Jim! I swear I saw some guy jump our fence! Right into Mr. Saiyan's yard!" an elderly woman said while pointing.
Shit! The neighbors! Bulma leaned against the trees bark, trying her best not to move. Thank Kami for leaves...
"Marie, you probably just saw a cat! You're getting old you know!" a disconcerted voice said.
"Jim! I know what I saw! It was a human!" Marie replied heatedly.
"Alright, alright. What ever--whoever it was is gone now. Lets just go back inside," the man took the woman's arm and led her back indoors.
Bulma breathed a sigh of relief. If she would have been caught, her whole plan would have been ruined!
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I use dollars because, well, I can only count in dollars… ^!^; *looks innocent*
Will Bulma kill Vegeta after all? *listens to readers* This is a B/V, so no way! Not so fast! This is my fic so I could make him die...there are heaven and hell in the DBZ world...there are dragon balls, too! It's a mystery!!! Bwuahahahaha! *cough* And what about the bounty hunters? Will they ever bring the guy's heads on a platter? Will they collect their money? Will I actually focus on them? Does anyone even care? Find out on the fourth chapter of On The Run!
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own "Forest" or System of a Down. However, I do love the group and that song! ^!^
