Chapter two:
The convertible zoomed down the road. Bulma looked at her surroundings and saw a familiar turn flash by.
"Oh, hay! We missed the turn." Bulma announced pointing out the window. Jake kept going, like he didn't hear her.
"Hello! We missed my turn! Turn around!" Bulma almost yelled. Jake smirked and turned onto a dirt road leading into the woods. Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?"
Jake parked the car in a patch of trees. He slammed the auto lock down and al four doors locked with a click! Jake turned to her and his smirk widened into a grin. As he climbed toward her, Bulma screamed. With a mighty kick he flew to the other side of the car. She tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. She hit and kicked it, screaming at the top of her lungs. She felt his hot breath on her neck and elbowed him in the ribs. As he staggered backward he grabbed her shirt and the sleeve ripped into a million pieces. Though his head was bleeding badly, he kept going. Bulma kicked him between the legs and he fell back, hitting his head on the window, and it shattered. Bulma slammed down the auto lock and jumped out of the car. Before she could run, Jake seized her leg and she fell to the ground. She shrieked for help and kicked him in the face with her free leg. She darted to the road…
POW!!!!!!
A gun shot… The bullet whizzed past her and made a large dent in a tree near by.
*Oh God, oh God, oh God." She screamed in her mind. She left the cold, steal, gun barrel against her neck and…click… the gun was ready to fire.
"Now you going to listen to me,"
Tears streamed down Bulma's face.
"You're going to do what I tell you. Now get in the car.