Deal With It
Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
Vegeta walked in to the hotel room and set his keys down on the television. He looked around then walked in to 18's bedroom. ~I guess she stayed at his place after all.~ He walked over to the couch, sat down, and turned the television on. He yawned loudly as he loosened his tie. He glanced at the door as the knob turned. 18 walked in and shut the door behind her. She jumped slightly when she saw Vegeta sitting there. "Oh, hey. I'm going to take a shower." She rushed towards the bathroom but he jumped up and grabbed her arm, holding her back. There was something not right about her. He turned her around and put his free hand on her other arm. She gazed at him trying to keep a straight face as if nothing was wrong. "What are you doing Vegeta?"
His eyes wondered over her face, noticing the extra water collecting in her eyes. Then he lowered his gave to her left shoulder. The strap of her shirt was gone and different areas of her shirt were glistening and darker then the original black color of her shirt. 18 shut her eyes and turned her head to the side, "Please let go of me."
Vegeta showed no sign of letting go till he got some answers. He looked back down at the dark spots on her shirt. He lifted it up, but not any further then her belly button, which still held the small red device in it. His suspicions were correct. In the places where her shirt had been darker, there was blood on her skin. 18 tore away from his grip and ran into the bathroom. As she got away from him, Vegeta tried to grasp her again but got the bathroom door slammed in his face. "18 let me in!"
"Please just go away." She sounded like she was crying.
"What the hell happened to you?!"
"Why don't you leave me the fuck alone and mind your own fucking business!" She slammed her fist into the door and then he heard the water in the shower turn on.
He backed away from the door and sat on the couch. He picked up the remote and turned the television off. For the next half an hour he just sat there staring at the door trying to figure things out. She opened the door and walked towards her room quickly, "Don't talk to me." As she walked by, he noticed the cuts and bruises on her legs. The one cut on her upper leg was from the other night when she cut herself, but the others were new. He sat there for a few minutes trying to decide whether he should leave her alone or not. He couldn't push it out of his mind, something terrible had happened to her and he wanted to know what it was. He got up and knocked on her door. There was no answer. He opened the door and walked in. His eyes widened and he ran to the sliding glass door and opened it quickly. 18 was sitting on the railing looking at the street, six stories down. She hadn't been there long because she was fully dressed. "18 what are you doing?" Vegeta stood with his back pressed against the glass door. He didn't want to get any closer in fear that she might let herself fall.
18 didn't turn to look at him. "No matter where I go, or what I do, I can't escape it. I thought I had, but I was wrong."
"18 you're not making any sense."
"Nothing makes sense anymore. This world has lost all meaning of ethics and everyday we all lose a part of ourselves. Tell me. . .What's the use of living?"
Vegeta's heart was racing and he could barely think straight. He could try to grab her, but she may fall or jump if she notices him. But then again she may do that anyway. "18 I know there are a lot of bad things, and a lot of bad people, but that is no reason to do what you're doing."
"You didn't answer my question. What's the use of living?"
Vegeta felt an immense pain in his stomach. Whatever he said may effect what she was going to do. "There are a lot of things worth living for."
18 still didn't turn to look at him. "Like what?"
"Well. . ." Vegeta tried to think of something quickly, but it wasn't easy him being as nervous as he was. "There are lots of things like. . . " he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head, "Love."
18 shook her head, "Love is just an illusion. It's not real."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is. All my life no ones ever truly loved me or needed me. Apparently all I'm good for is fucking."
Vegeta took a step forward but stopped when she turned her head and leaned forward. "That's not true."
"Yes it is. My own daughter doesn't care about me, my father. . .I know what I'm talking about. Besides, wouldn't you be happier if I was gone? You didn't want to team up with me in the first place and I've just been bothering you with my problems since then."
"Maybe it start-"
"Trust me Vegeta. No one needs me for anything more then my body. And no one wants me for anything else. . . No one needs me. . ." She leaned forward looking back down at the street.
~Oh shit, she's going to do it if I don't stop her~, "I need you!!!!!!"
This took 18 by surprise and she accidentally let go of the railing and fell off.
She closed her eyes and screamed. She felt a sharp pain through her arm and she opened her eyes. She looked down at the street then up at Vegeta who was holding her wrist. He clasped his other hand around her wrist and managed to pull her up. He held her trembling body up to his. He felt her breathing very heavily and with each breath she took she mad a small sobbing sound. Suddenly she went limp and he quickly put his arm under her legs and scooped her up. "18?" He carried her back to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He put his index and middle finger on her neck and smiled when he felt a pulse, ~she fainted.~ He watched her sleep for a moment, ~she looks so peaceful now.~ Then he had remembered that he still had no idea what had happened to her. He lifted her shirt up very slightly (not wanting to see anything that he shouldn't) and took the jewel-like device out of her belly button. He walked over to the dresser and picked up the recording device on top of it. He walked out of the room and sat down on the couch. "I'm going to get some answers." he said as he turned on the device. He sat there and listened, hearing the meeting up until 18 left the room, then hearing her conversation with Bulma and Marron. He arched a brow as he heard a male voice telling her that Goten wanted to see her. He listened more closely. He heard a door open then he heard 18's voice.
"Oh....Hello."
"We've been waiting for you Vicky."
"Is there something I can do for you?" He noticed her voice sounded like she was very uncomfortable.
"Oh, yes Vicky. You can do something for us." He heard various men laughing in the background.
"Look you guys. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel now." He heard the sound of something slamming into wood and then 18 gasping.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere."
"Please, let me go!"
"Sorry babe, you're staying. And if you breath a word to that fiancé of yours, I'll kill you." For a moment things were silent then there was a rustling sound and a thud. "You bitch. I wouldn't think you'd try something so bold. Especially considering the odds." There was a noise and 18 gave off a small squeal, "You may like things your way, but tonight you have no control." He heard more rustling sounds then something that sounded like metal being swiped. "Stupid bitch." He heard it again and 18's high pitch scream followed. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned it off and went back to 18's room. He walked up to her bed and got down on his knees. He took her hand in his and locked his eyes on her face. "I'm so sorry 18. I should have driven you back here before I left. I shouldn't have trusted that bastard." His eyes closed, "I'm so sorry." They opened slowly and you could practically see the fire burning in them, "You won't have to worry about it anymore. We're ending this." He set her hand down and walked out of the room. He grabbed his keys off of the television and walked out of the hotel.
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the dragonbal/z/gt characters.
Vegeta walked in to the hotel room and set his keys down on the television. He looked around then walked in to 18's bedroom. ~I guess she stayed at his place after all.~ He walked over to the couch, sat down, and turned the television on. He yawned loudly as he loosened his tie. He glanced at the door as the knob turned. 18 walked in and shut the door behind her. She jumped slightly when she saw Vegeta sitting there. "Oh, hey. I'm going to take a shower." She rushed towards the bathroom but he jumped up and grabbed her arm, holding her back. There was something not right about her. He turned her around and put his free hand on her other arm. She gazed at him trying to keep a straight face as if nothing was wrong. "What are you doing Vegeta?"
His eyes wondered over her face, noticing the extra water collecting in her eyes. Then he lowered his gave to her left shoulder. The strap of her shirt was gone and different areas of her shirt were glistening and darker then the original black color of her shirt. 18 shut her eyes and turned her head to the side, "Please let go of me."
Vegeta showed no sign of letting go till he got some answers. He looked back down at the dark spots on her shirt. He lifted it up, but not any further then her belly button, which still held the small red device in it. His suspicions were correct. In the places where her shirt had been darker, there was blood on her skin. 18 tore away from his grip and ran into the bathroom. As she got away from him, Vegeta tried to grasp her again but got the bathroom door slammed in his face. "18 let me in!"
"Please just go away." She sounded like she was crying.
"What the hell happened to you?!"
"Why don't you leave me the fuck alone and mind your own fucking business!" She slammed her fist into the door and then he heard the water in the shower turn on.
He backed away from the door and sat on the couch. He picked up the remote and turned the television off. For the next half an hour he just sat there staring at the door trying to figure things out. She opened the door and walked towards her room quickly, "Don't talk to me." As she walked by, he noticed the cuts and bruises on her legs. The one cut on her upper leg was from the other night when she cut herself, but the others were new. He sat there for a few minutes trying to decide whether he should leave her alone or not. He couldn't push it out of his mind, something terrible had happened to her and he wanted to know what it was. He got up and knocked on her door. There was no answer. He opened the door and walked in. His eyes widened and he ran to the sliding glass door and opened it quickly. 18 was sitting on the railing looking at the street, six stories down. She hadn't been there long because she was fully dressed. "18 what are you doing?" Vegeta stood with his back pressed against the glass door. He didn't want to get any closer in fear that she might let herself fall.
18 didn't turn to look at him. "No matter where I go, or what I do, I can't escape it. I thought I had, but I was wrong."
"18 you're not making any sense."
"Nothing makes sense anymore. This world has lost all meaning of ethics and everyday we all lose a part of ourselves. Tell me. . .What's the use of living?"
Vegeta's heart was racing and he could barely think straight. He could try to grab her, but she may fall or jump if she notices him. But then again she may do that anyway. "18 I know there are a lot of bad things, and a lot of bad people, but that is no reason to do what you're doing."
"You didn't answer my question. What's the use of living?"
Vegeta felt an immense pain in his stomach. Whatever he said may effect what she was going to do. "There are a lot of things worth living for."
18 still didn't turn to look at him. "Like what?"
"Well. . ." Vegeta tried to think of something quickly, but it wasn't easy him being as nervous as he was. "There are lots of things like. . . " he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head, "Love."
18 shook her head, "Love is just an illusion. It's not real."
"That's not true."
"Yes it is. All my life no ones ever truly loved me or needed me. Apparently all I'm good for is fucking."
Vegeta took a step forward but stopped when she turned her head and leaned forward. "That's not true."
"Yes it is. My own daughter doesn't care about me, my father. . .I know what I'm talking about. Besides, wouldn't you be happier if I was gone? You didn't want to team up with me in the first place and I've just been bothering you with my problems since then."
"Maybe it start-"
"Trust me Vegeta. No one needs me for anything more then my body. And no one wants me for anything else. . . No one needs me. . ." She leaned forward looking back down at the street.
~Oh shit, she's going to do it if I don't stop her~, "I need you!!!!!!"
This took 18 by surprise and she accidentally let go of the railing and fell off.
She closed her eyes and screamed. She felt a sharp pain through her arm and she opened her eyes. She looked down at the street then up at Vegeta who was holding her wrist. He clasped his other hand around her wrist and managed to pull her up. He held her trembling body up to his. He felt her breathing very heavily and with each breath she took she mad a small sobbing sound. Suddenly she went limp and he quickly put his arm under her legs and scooped her up. "18?" He carried her back to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He put his index and middle finger on her neck and smiled when he felt a pulse, ~she fainted.~ He watched her sleep for a moment, ~she looks so peaceful now.~ Then he had remembered that he still had no idea what had happened to her. He lifted her shirt up very slightly (not wanting to see anything that he shouldn't) and took the jewel-like device out of her belly button. He walked over to the dresser and picked up the recording device on top of it. He walked out of the room and sat down on the couch. "I'm going to get some answers." he said as he turned on the device. He sat there and listened, hearing the meeting up until 18 left the room, then hearing her conversation with Bulma and Marron. He arched a brow as he heard a male voice telling her that Goten wanted to see her. He listened more closely. He heard a door open then he heard 18's voice.
"Oh....Hello."
"We've been waiting for you Vicky."
"Is there something I can do for you?" He noticed her voice sounded like she was very uncomfortable.
"Oh, yes Vicky. You can do something for us." He heard various men laughing in the background.
"Look you guys. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel now." He heard the sound of something slamming into wood and then 18 gasping.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere."
"Please, let me go!"
"Sorry babe, you're staying. And if you breath a word to that fiancé of yours, I'll kill you." For a moment things were silent then there was a rustling sound and a thud. "You bitch. I wouldn't think you'd try something so bold. Especially considering the odds." There was a noise and 18 gave off a small squeal, "You may like things your way, but tonight you have no control." He heard more rustling sounds then something that sounded like metal being swiped. "Stupid bitch." He heard it again and 18's high pitch scream followed. He couldn't take it anymore. He turned it off and went back to 18's room. He walked up to her bed and got down on his knees. He took her hand in his and locked his eyes on her face. "I'm so sorry 18. I should have driven you back here before I left. I shouldn't have trusted that bastard." His eyes closed, "I'm so sorry." They opened slowly and you could practically see the fire burning in them, "You won't have to worry about it anymore. We're ending this." He set her hand down and walked out of the room. He grabbed his keys off of the television and walked out of the hotel.
~To be continued~
