In The Arms Of a Killer

CHAPTER 10

Warning: Another mutilation scene. Thanks to Mushi for helping with it.

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Jack watched the couple in silence, not wanting to break the mood, even though he hated this man. Hated him, yet this scene seemed so right. Apart from the fact he shouldn't be there and he was tied up in a chair. Vegeta yawned, he was ready to fall asleep. But he couldn't right here. He stood up again, and went into another room, coming back without Bulma. He displayed his strength by picking Jack and the chair up, without straining once, and took them into the loungeroom where he had placed Bulma on an armchair. He sat Jack off to the side and went back to turn off all the lights, but leaving a lava lamp on the table, which illuminated the room in its soft glow.

He went back to Bulma and sat with her like he was doing in the kitchen. Vegeta snuggled up to her, and gave her a light kiss on the lips before drifting off to sleep as well.

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Vegeta woke up early – he didn't need much sleep. Bulma was still snuggled in his arms, clinging onto him, and Jack was asleep, slumped over in the chair. For the next few minutes, he sat still, grateful for the silence. He gave Bulma a little shake, and she moaned softly, slowly waking up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at him.

"What is it? Is it morning already?"

"Yes."

Bulma sat up straighter, and stretched her arms above her head, reluctant to move from his warm embrace. She looked over to the sleeping Jack.

"Let's leave him sleeping a bit longer. It's too early to deal with his yelling."

Vegeta agreed with her. He waited until she got off his lap and they both stretched their muscles out, Bulma heading to the kitchen to make breakfast, and Vegeta to the bathroom. He came back to see Bulma almost done cooking it, and went in to check on Jack. He was still asleep.

He had not gotten much of a chance to check the whole place out, so he thought he'd do it now. He was passing the front door when someone knocked on it. He jumped, but quickly regained his posture and peeked through the spy hole. It was the officer from long ago, Michael Pierce, standing there nervously, and looking around as if someone was going to jump out at him. Vegeta could see the man sweating, and he smirked. He yanked open the door, and grabbed a fistful of Michael's shirt, and pulled him inside.

Vegeta slammed him up against the closed door, and Michael was about to yell but Vegeta put a hand over his mouth. The Sergeant was shaking in his boots – literally.

"You'd better be here about William. I haven't seen you in quite a while." Vegeta growled in his face.

"I……I……I couldn't……H-he……trial……Had a t-trial……Did-……Didn't win……C-c-capital……p-punishment……H-he's……dead…….I didn't……have t-the guts to come……until now……" Michael stuttered, breathing heavily.

"WHAT!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WILLIAM'S DEAD?!" Vegeta screamed, his booming voice rang throughout the house, waking Jack up and making Bulma rush to where they were to see Vegeta with the Witchblade pressing it against Michael's throat.

"What's going on?! Why is he here?!"

"Will is dead. He got capital punishment." Vegeta informed her softly.

Bulma raised her hand to her mouth in surprise.

"I told you I would not tolerate failure you wormbaby. You're going down." He snarled.

"What are you going to do with him?" Bulma asked curiously.

"Kill him. What else?" He laughed crazily.

"NO! DON'T PLEASE!" Michael screamed as he struggled to get out of the tight grip the killer had on him. Vegeta punched him in the jaw and the man was rendered unconsious. He picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. Vegeta took him into the loungeroom and dropped him on the floor in front of Jack.

"What the hell is going on?! Why is he here?!" Jack questioned.

"He failed in his duties. He will die too." He simply stated.

Vegeta just stared at the man on the floor, clenching and unclenching his fists as he gritted his teeth. Bulma came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his shoulder. She slipped her right hand into his jumpsuit and rubbed his abdominal muscles, hoping that it would help to calm or console him. She could tell that he cared about this William guy, and was trying to hide his feelings over his death. Bulma kissed the spot behind his ear while Jack watched them silently. The thing that surprised him was that he didn't push her away like he did nearly all people. Vegeta seemed to relax, and he let out breath of air, and turned around towards her.

He lowered his head so he could rest his mouth on her neck, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. He still didn't seem to mind that Jack was there as he placed light kisses on her neck. He started nibbling on the spot underneath her ear, making her giggle. He pulled her closer to his body and chuckled while his face was buried in the junction between her shoulder and neck. Bulma playfully struggled to get away from the tickling sensation that he was creating. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to stop him from getting any closer.

Vegeta started baby talking her, making her laugh and give up her struggle, and take fistfulls of his jumpsuit. Bulma pulled him closer and stood on her tip-toes so she could reach up and run her tounge along his bottom lip. She drew his bottom lip into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Jack glared at the two people in front of him. He wondered how she could stand being with someone she knew had killed so many people.

Bulma's arms snaked up around his neck, and his around her waist. Vegeta slipped his tounge into her mouth and they closed their eyes. A cough from Jack snapped them out of it. Vegeta turned away and raised a hand to his mouth, rubbing at it like there was blood there. Bulma just blushed.

"Umm. Breakfast is ready, we should probably eat it, and tie him up if you are going to do anything." Bulma whispered to Vegeta so Jack couldn't hear the last bit. Vegeta nodded and walked off to get some more rope. Bulma just gave Jack a quick grin which quickly faded and she gave Michael a quick poke with her foot to make sure he was still out. She went into the kitchen and grabbed some plates, and piled them up with food. She took two back into the lounge, and went back to get the third. There was no point in giving Michael anything – he was going to die. Bulma took a fork and got some food on the end and began to feed Jack. He was a bit reluctant at first, but gradually accepted it. It between bites, Bulma ate some of her own food.

By that time Vegeta had come back and tied Michael to a chair as well. He went back to get his own food, and brang back some drinks. He gave Bulma hers, and nearly choked Jack by deliberately pouring too much in his mouth at once.

When they were done, Vegeta picked Jack and his chair up and took him into the garage. He uncovered an old table from under a canvas sheet, and punched some holes through the corners. He took the gun out of his jumpsuit and gave it to Bulma. She pointed it at Jack while Vegeta undid the rope and cut it into four pieces, so he could tie Jack to the table. He threaded the rope through the new holes in the table and around his wrists and ankles. When Jack was secured down, Vegeta took the gun back off Bulma and slipped it into his jumpsuit again. He had gotten Nappa to make leather straps on the inside of the left breast of his jumpsuit, so it could hold a gun.

Jack struggled to get out of the binding, but it didn't work. Vegeta laughed at his feeble attempts. He decided that the Witchblade was too bulky and large for the type of thing he was doing, so he asked Bulma if she had a pocket knife anywhere. He told Bulma to go get it, while he went to get Michael and bring him here. Bulma returned with the much smaller knife, and handed it to him.

"You're like a fucking dog. Do whatever your master tells you to. You gotta be fucked up in the head to like him." The tied up cop snarled at her.

"You shouldn't talk. You're the one who is about to be fucked up." She coolly replied. Jack growled at her and glared at the both of them. Vegeta had an evil glint in his eye as he sharpened the knife.

He watched the two people with amusement from his perch on the hood of a car. His gaze went down to the knife, and he ran his thumb over the blade, and was pleased to find a red line running along it, that opened up to let the blood seep out. Because of the powers of the Witchblade, small cuts such as this one were easy and quick to heal, while the larger ones took more time. A small green shimmer of sparkling light danced around his thumb and ran over his hand, making the skull ring glow before it disappeared. There was now no trace that the cut was ever there.

Vegeta went over and stood by the table. It made Bulma and Jack stop their arguing. Bulma stepped back and allowed for Vegeta to get to him. He told Bulma that she should probably go. She did as she was told.

Vegeta cut the buttons off Jack's shirt, and ripped it open. He climbed onto the table over Jack, and sat on him, again like Bulma did to him, and placed the knife against his skin tracing little lines along his chest and stomach, not cutting him, but pressing it hard enough so Jack could feel the cold hard steel of the blade.

He was about to start cutting, but then he got an idea. Vegeta ripped off a thick strip of fabric from Jack's shirt, and tied it around his head so that the other man couldn't see; the aim of it was to create a more scary feeling, as he couldn't see what Vegeta was about to do to him.

The large man beneath him wouldn't stop jerking around, and Vegeta couldn't work very well, so he was forced to tie his body and head down better – if Jack moved too much, then a chain around his neck would tighten.

With this done, Vegeta proceeded to make small cuts into Jack's abdomen, making him jump, but lay as still as he could because of the chains. He used an old rag to wipe away the blood from the cuts so he could see what he was doing. When he was done, there was a picture of a skull, with the words; "The Reaper Was Here", carved into him. He made other little decorations on his body, but not too deep so he wouldn't loose too much blood.

Then, Vegeta remembered something. He found some things to put in Jack's mouth so he couldn't close it, and he pulled his tounge out, so he could work on that. Vegeta used the pocket knife to make little slashes on the sensitive limb.

(A/N: Can you even call a tounge a limb? @.@ Well, it does kinda hang off you, much like some other parts of the body……)

Jack struggled, and his air was cut off by the chains and the trickles of blood flowing back into his throat. Once again, Vegeta wiped the blood away, and ripped off part of the rag to stuff in his mouth. He took out the things he used to pry his mouth open, and threw them on the floor.

"You know Jacky, you're the second person I've deliberately left alive. You should feel honoured. I was going to let him live," Vegeta pointed over to the unconsious form slumped in the chair. "But he failed. You will be the first person to be tortured, but left alive." Vegeta huskily whispered.

Jack spluttered a bit before trying to speak. It took him several tries with his tounge cut up, but he managed to form some words. "Why?……Why are you……such a……sadist? Why do you……do this……?" He wheezed.

Vegeta leaned over him. "Because I can……Because I get great pleasure doing this……Because it fills me with this unexplainable energy, a great feeling that nothing else can bring out in me, except for Bulma. She is the only thing that gives me this kind of a release. She has brought to life a part of me that I thought was long dead. A part of me that I hated. My emotions. But through her, I found that these emotions were not as bad as I thought. I learned to accept them. Yet this is not enough to keep me from killing. Sometimes I have no idea why I'm doing it. But it has become part of my life. And it is not something that I can easily abandon."

Vegeta lightly slashed the soles of Jack's feet so he'd have a hard time walking. With this all done, he untied Jack and threw him to the ground. He smashed the table into bits and stacked it into a pile and incinerated it with the powers of the blade. Then he tied Jack up again and carried him back out into the loungeroom. He asked Bulma if he could keep the pocket knife for "future use" and she said yes. He cleaned it and put it in his pocket and went into the garage to deal with Michael.

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Deep cuts adorned the dead Sergeant's body. His intestines had been cut out and wrapped around his throat. An elaborate design was cut into the man's back. Obviously he had been in much pain; Bulma could tell because his screams were echoing around the house.

Vegeta came back out and washed himself off, as well as the Witchblade. He went to find Bulma, who was in her room. He watched her in silence from the doorway. She was humming a song to herself as she stared out the window and listened to her discman. She probably used it to drown out the screaming. She was oblivious to the fact he was there.

Vegeta quietly stepped up behind her and pulled the headphones down around her neck, startling her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began kissing her neck. Bulma moaned and leaned into his embrace. She turned off the cd player and took the headphones off, leaving them on the window sill.

"When are you going to get rid of them?" She asked, refering to the dead body in the garage and Jack.

Vegeta mumbled an "I don't know", and proceeded to push her against the wall and grind his hips into hers.

"You never get tired of this do you." Bulma stated more than asked.

He let go of her and went and laid on the bed with his hands behind his head. Bulma got the idea and came and sat on top of him.

"We're gunna be here for a while aren't we?"

"Yeah……"

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I think that will have to do. I really couldn't be bothered writing this chappie. So I cut it short. Better a good short chap than a long boring one. Anyways, I'm working on a new fic at the same time, so I might have interest for one and not the other at times, so don't worry if it's a while between updates.

So don't forget to review and tell me what you think. Cyas!!

P.S. It probably shouldn't be too far away before I finish this fic. It's starting to repeat itself, and it's getting boring.