Ok. I'm really sorry this didn't make it out for Christmas, but I've been blasted with work! I've been working 70 hour weeks since before the holidays and what time I don't spend with my daughter and boyfriend, I'm usually sacked out in lala land. This is gonna be a short chapter too. Again, sorry.
Chapter 5: Christmas Day
Bulma was awakened by lots of people talking outside her room. She looked around, a little surprised she was alone. Suddenly the door burst open and her parents came rushing in followed closely by the doctor.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Oh dear! You won't believe it! You just won't believe it!" her mother blurted out.
"Believe what?"
"It's the baby. It's a miracle!" she cried.
The doctor was a little better at hiding his enthusiasm. "It appears Ms Briefs, that your son has somehow made a miraculous recovery. I can't explain it. The wound has completely healed and even his lungs are fully developed. He's even kicking like a mule!" it was plain by the expression on his face, he was at a loss.
"Then he's alright?" she smiled and sighed in relief. "I guess it was just a Christmas miracle. After all, we are pretty tight with the head Guy." She laughed. The doctor looked even more confused. "May I see him?"
"Um, sure. The nurses are cleaning him up and I want to run a few more tests, then I'll have someone bring him to you. I still want to keep you both here for a few more days for observation though." He scratched his head as he walked from the room.
"Oh what a glorious day this has turned out to be. I feel like having that party after all now! I'll go send out the invitations right now and make it a New Years party for your homecoming." Mrs. Briefs bubbled.
Bulma smiled, then frowned. "Hey. Where are Vegeta and Yamcha?"
Her father made a funny face and cleared his throat. "Um, they went to the police station. Yamcha said something about interrogating prisoners and Vegeta just looked like he was ready to kill someone. Of course, he always looks like that."
At the Police Station.
"May I help you sirs?" the fat balding man asked from his position behind the desk. He looked up at the odd pair and quirked a gray brow.
"Yes, we are with the Briefs family. From the shooting yesterday. We understand that one of the gunmen was caught?" Yamcha inquired.
"Yes. But I don't believe they've had much success in getting him to talk."
"Bring him to me." Vegeta ordered.
"I'm afraid that's not possible sir. Only the investigators are aloud to interrogate the prisoners.
Vegeta's temper flared and the desk cracked in two. "I said bring him to me! Now!"
Yamcha stepped back waving his hands in the air. "Calm down Vegeta! You'll just get us in trouble here if you go blasting things!"
The officer stared down at his broken desk with large round eyes. "J-j-just a minute. I'll get my captain and you can talk to him." he jumped up and scurried off.
"Way to go Vegeta. Now they'll probably arrest us or something."
"Hmph! Let them try." His eyes narrowed.
A moment later the officer came out and looked warily at them. "My captain said for you to come back to the visitation room. He'll let you see the prisoner for a few minutes to see if you can get anything out of him." he led them down the corridor to a small room with a table and two chairs.
They waited for several minutes before a guard finally escorted a large, ugly, muscle bound man into the room. "Would you like for me to stay?"
"You may leave." Vegeta dismissed him, eyes narrowed on the man who was smirking at back at him. After the door shut, Vegeta leaned back against the wall, arms folded across his chest, and snorted.
The prisoner sneered at being taken so lightly. "What the hell do you want, pipsqueak?"
Yamcha sighed. "Where are your partners hiding out?" he smiled at the response he got. Exactly what he expected. Laughter.
"Go to hell. If I didn't tell the cops what makes you think I'd tell a runt like you?"
"This man's wife was shot in that hold up."
He glanced at Vegeta, who hadn't moved. "So. The little bimbo was yours, huh?"
There was no outward change on the Saiyan's face other than the slight upturn of his lips. Then in less than the blink of an eye, he had the man by the throat. His body making an outline in the wall, feet dangling off the floor. The man threw a punch, and stared in amazement as it was stopped with one finger.
"Now, I believe you were going to tell me where the other two scum were hiding out? And which one of you pulled the trigger?" he squeezed, taking great pleasure in watching the mans face turn purple.
"Um, Vegeta? He can't tell you if he's dead."
He glared at the human who had insisted on coming with him, and sniffed indifferently. Then let the man go and watched him slide down the wall.
"I didn't shoot the woman!" the man coughed and cringed against the wall. "It was Bill! He was always trigger happy."
"Where?" he waited a few seconds, then pointed his finger at the table and let lose a small blast that left only a smoldering pile of ash on the floor. Then pointed it at the man cowering on the floor.
His beady little eyes grew round as he stared at the pile of ash. "Th-the old warehouse on the edge of town. If their still there." He blurted out.
"You had better hope they are." Vegeta smirked, ignoring the guard who had come flying in after the explosion. Then he powered up and made a new exit through the ceiling.
"Sorry about that." Yamcha told the guard as he followed Vegeta out.
Told you it would be short. Try to get the next chapter out sooner.
