Author's Note: Wow, I am the queen of cliffhangers, or what? Yea right, lol! I can't believe you guys already forgot who wanted the ultimate revenge on Bulma already? Did you all ready dismiss him from your mind? Well, if you don't know then you'll find out in this chapter!

All right, now I'm trying to make this story different from all the other Bulma/Vegeta camp stories! I'm trying to make this in different characters' perspectives. What do you guys think? Well last chapter it was Chi-Chi, now it's 18! I find that in most stories she is really under rated and thought of as a bad girl, not that she isn't or anything, but I think I can give people a different perspective on her hopefully without going OOC.

Actually if you really think about it she is a very reserved person, and we don't really know the 'real her', if you catch my drift. For instance on the episode where Buu eats all the people at Kami's Tower, 18 tried to save her daughter, and was worried about Krillin. She can actually be a very caring person, I guess that it's just the 'problems' of normal 'humans' doesn't really fascinate her. We do find that she is indeed obsessed with clothing, well I wouldn't be obsessed, but in the Cell saga (was it just me or did that saga seem to d.r.a.g on?) she was insistent that 17 did NOT destroy any of the clothing stores. I wonder if she really got as much of a rush as 17 did, with destroying things? She just seemed bored all the time, and wanted things to end quickly. All though I did touch on the subject of being caring we all know that she is aloof at times.

Anyway, sorry for rambling, I just like hearing your opinions on things! It's great! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z. that privilege belongs to Akira Toriyama, Bird Studios and Viz Comics and others. Summer Camp By: Vegeta's Blue-Haired Angel
The night had gone by quickly and before anyone knew it, morning had dawned and the terrors of the night had once again scampered away into their safe haven, away from the horrific sunlight.

18 turned over, she and Krillin had fallen asleep talking. She felt his arm wrapped around her waist and his lips pressed to her bare shoulder blade. They had stayed up past one in the morning, talking. She liked spending time with him. Despite his small height she had been attracted to him since the day they had met. She shifted in his arms. He stirred.

"Morning," he mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist, as not to let her up.

"Morning, yourself." she replied, playfully.

"Are we the first one's up, again?" he asked. 18 looked around. Chi-Chi and Goku were curled up in one corner of the tent, and Bulma and Vegeta were sleep tangled up in the other, "Uh-huh."

Once again everyone was sleeping in the same tent. This time it was due to an unexpected leak that had been torn in the boys' tent. Bulma covered it, and promised to fix it in the morning. All hell broke out. Vegeta had disagreed that duck tape did not fix everything, yet Bulma argued that, indeed, it did.

The quarrel had ended when the other 4 tired occupants of the tent threw their pillows at the couple, yelling obscenities. 18 had added that, "Normal people need sleep in order to be agreeable the next day and did not have PMS like a certain two people, all the time." Bulma had made a face and Vegeta blushed mumbling something about guys not being able to get PMS.

After that everyone had quieted down, soft whispers filling the tent. well almost. Bulma and Vegeta were once again arguing about something, but this time quietly.

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18 got up and stretched all the kinks out of her back. Sleeping on the ground was defiantly NOT one of her favorite things to do. however sharing a sleeping bag with Krillin. well that was a different story.

"Where are you going?" came a sleepy mumble. 18 looked down on Krillin, his eyes were half closed and his mouth hung slightly open.

"Out to start the fire for breakfast," 18 replied.

"All right, I'll get up in a minute." Krillin said, stretching his tired limbs. 18 rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Just try not to wake the others." she added, before slipping quietly out of the tent.

Krillin clenched his eyes shut, trying to ward off the annoying sunlight that had peeked it's way into the tent. He closed his eyes, only meaning for a moment, when he heard a sudden shrill shriek. Everyone shot up.

"What was that?" asked a sleepy Chi-Chi. Before anyone knew, Krillin had run out of the tent, seeking the comfort of knowing that the noise wasn't created by his girlfriend's vocal cords. The others looked at each other, silently agreeing that it was time for them to come out of their sleepy wonderlands and find out what the source of that noise was.

"Where's 18?" asked Goku, rubbing his eyes. Realization suddenly dawned on the group. each member shot out of their sleeping bags and squeezed out of the tiny tent flap. What they found was a 'horrific' sight. Krillin was on the ground, his head in his hands. shaking. With fury, or overwhelming sadness. none knew.

He quickly got up and turned around to face the group, "She's. gone," he said emotionlessly and pointed to a spot near the fire pit. There. where Krillin's fingers lead, was blood. Gory, crimson blood, and strands of blonde hair. however that was not all. pieces of 18's sleeping garments were scattered about, a silent struggle had taken place.

Everyone stared wide-eyed. "We have to get help, yes. that's it, help! Someone call the police!" Chi-Chi was starting to get hysterical. Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say. their eyes said it all. more then a thousand words could express. they were all, tired, hungry, and most of all. scared.

"We can't what would they do. what could anyone do??" Bulma monotonously said, staring off into the distance.

"Well, let's not stand here, whoever took her must be pretty close, we can find them!" Krillin quickly said, his eyes darting side to side.

"Let's go," Goku agreed. Everyone shot into different directions without a word.

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Krillin had decided to go by himself. he didn't need anyone. well actually he needed 18. His love was in trouble, if not dead already. He shuttered at the thought hoping the latter choice wasn't the correct one.

He looked to the ground, leaves and twigs were snapped, and covered with a velvet red substance. Suddenly a noise brought him out of his woeful thinking. he stopped, and stayed perfectly still, not unlike a statue.

He heard it again. this time closer.

The next thing he knew a gloved hand covered his mouth. and all was dark.

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Perfect! His plan was working, two down. four to go. ha, ha. he couldn't wait!

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Author's note: What do you think. hm??