Vegeta Goes to Daddy Camp part 4

Vegeta Goes to Daddy Camp
By: Amisha N. Smith
Part 4

Whoa! There are people out there who actually like this story! Who'da thunk? It's Well, thanks to all you people out there (all 4 of you) who gave my fic such nice reviews! You guys rule! By the way, I had to do some corrections on parts 1 & 2 late last night, so if your review isn't on my page, sorry. My fault. But seriously, you guys actually like this dream from a mad woman's imagination? Then you're gonna looove how insane it gets from here on! Poor Vegeta. He's wishing more and more that he didn't let Bulma talk him into going to Daddy Camp, and by the time this whole nightmare is over, he's more than likely going to wind up seriously considering dropping a spirit bomb on the entire state of Massachusettes. Hope none of you guys reading this are from Boston. And now, let's cause the Saiyan Prince some more psychological damage with.



Vegeta Goes to Daddy Camp
Part 4

Dammit, thought Vegeta. Why does this shit always happen to me? The Saiyan prince seemed to be calm, almost indifferent, as he scanned the hostile faces of the men who had their guns aimed at his chest. But Vegeta's inward self was anything but calm. He silently stood there with his arms folded, his legs slightly parted, his feet planted firmly on the ground, and his head lowered like an angry bull. Anyone who knew Vegeta would instantly recognize that he had just shifted into his 'I'm about to kick some serious ass' mode. But the mall's security didn't know Vegeta. If they did, they probably would have preferred to confront the warrior with missile launchers instead of guns, to have at least a ghost of a fighting chance. The head of mall security, who was, of course, the guy giving orders to everyone else, stood in front of his underlings with a gun of his own aimed at Vegeta.

"Careful, guys!", he yelled back at his subordinates. "This little wall-flower robbed a bank by punching his way inside it through a brick wall. He could be a problem."

"Junior," Vegeta sneered at him, "you have no idea." The leader answered Vegeta's retort by cocking his gun. "Watch it, pal", he snapped at Vegeta.

"Don't get any ideas. Remember, we're the ones holding the guns."

Vegeta was far from worried. He just looked back at the leader, his famous smirk displayed on his face. He then amazed the mall's security as well as by-standing onlookers by throwing his head back and laughing histerically. Geez, thought the leader of security. This guy is nuts. After a moment Vegeta stopped laughing and started staring at the mall's security, an evil smile on his face. "You know, you should be more careful with that thing", he said as he nodded at the leader's gun. "You could put an eye out."

"That's the general idea", the leader snarled back as he tried to pretend he didn't care about the predatory glare Vegeta was giving him. "Now, you can either come quietly or in a body bag. Your choice." Suddenly, the baby doll Vegeta brought with him to the mall started to cry. "Hey", said one of the air-headed security guys. "Is that a baby crying? He has a kid with him?" A sudden idea crossed Vegeta's mind and his evil grin widened. He had just figured out a way to get out of this without having to bother to kill these pansy, panty-wearing rookies. "You guys wanna play with my doll?", Vegeta sneered as he held up the ugly plastic baby by it's left leg. He started laughing maniacally as he poured some of his energy into the doll, making it glow a bright red. The mall's security looked on with awe and alarm.

"Whatever you're doing, stop it right now!!", yelled the leader. He was about to open fire when Vegeta suddenly tossed the doll in his direction. "Here, catch!", he said with an evil smirk. The doll landed at the leader's feet and started melting through the floor. "What the hell....?", the leader began. That was all he had time to say. The doll exploded, throwing him and most of his subordinates at least ten feet back. Many on-lookers screamed and started running. "Open fire!", yelled the leader. But the explosion had created a cloud of smoke that made it difficult for the security guards to see, and they didn't want to risk hitting any innocent by-standers. They held their guns, pointed and ready, at the cloud of smoke. But by the time the cloud dissipated, Vegeta was, of course, gone. "Seal off the area!", yelled the leader. "Don't let him get away!" His underlings scattered to do his bidding. How on earth did he do that?, the leader thought as he walked towards the spot where the explosion had left a humongous hole in the floor. He carefully peeped into the hole and saw a charred up plastic head, all that remained of the doll. Gingerly, he picked it up and brushed some of the soot off. He turned the damaged head around in his hands and suddenly spotted some words engraved on the back. "Hmm. What's this?", he said. He held it up so he could read it better. "P-property of Da-daffy? No, daddy! Property of Daddy Camp!" He knew what and where Daddy Camp was; he had to go there himself, once. But how did something from Daddy Camp wind up in the hands of that lunatic? Maybe I'd better tell the police about this, he thought. This could be the one and only clue that leads to finding and catching that psycho.

Vegeta watched from the ceiling as the security leader read the words that were on the ruined doll's head. He silently cursed himself for not totally destroying the doll. He knew now that he could never return to Daddy Camp. As soon as the guard walked away, he started looking around for a way to escape the mall unnoticed. He saw that the entrance to the mall was heavily guarded, but that was no problem at all for the Prince of Saiyans. Using his super speed, he zipped down from the ceiling and flew out the door at the near speed of sound, going so fast that the guards never even saw him.

"Whoa", said one of the guys that was guarding the entrance. "Where the heck did that gust of wind come from?" One of the other guards shrugged their shoulders in response. None of them knew that Vegeta had just zoomed past them and was now flying in the night air, on his way to find a phone booth. He knew that Bulma always liked to watch the news channel around this time every night, and she must have found out by now about what kind of trouble he was in. He had no idea what to tell her, seeing as how he had no idea what was going on, but he knew he had to convince her that he was innocent. Somehow.

Trunks flew through the air, on his way to his home to check on his mother as his father instructed him to often do in his absence. Goten was a few feet behind him, struggling to catch up. "Hey, wait up!", Goten called after Trunks. "Come on, Goten!", Trunks yelled back.

"See if you can catch me!" Goten eagerly took up the challenge. The two boys flew through the air at top speed, Trunks always at least three feet ahead of Goten. It was three more minutes before they arrived at Bulma's house. Trunks walked up and knocked on the door. No one answered. Trunks knocked again. Still no answer. Trunks and Goten exchanged worried looks with each other. "Lets try to go in through a window", said Goten. He and Trunks went around to the side of the house. They looked in through a window and saw Bulma, crying on the couch in the living room. Needless to say, Trunks was immediately concerned. "Hey, mom! What's the matter?", he yelled. When Bulma didn't answer he started to pound on the window. Bulma looked up and saw her son. She quickly got off the couch and went to open the front door. "Hey mom," Trunks began after he and Goten entered the house, "what's wrong? Why were you crying?" All that did was make Bulma start crying all over again. "Mom!", Trunks exclaimed. This was starting to scare him. "What is it? Please tell me what's wrong!"

"Um, Trunks," Goten suddenly said, "I think I know what's wrong. Look on television." Trunks turned to look and saw his father. On the television. Robbing a bank!! Trunks couldn't believe it. He turned up the volume on the TV.

"And now the top story", said a news reporter.

"This footage was taken at The City Central Bank in Boston. The bank had apparently been broken into by two assailants last night, one of them unknown. This is a close-up of the one that wasn't wearing a mask." Trunks cringed as they showed a close up picture of his father's face. No, he thought. It can't be true. He wouldn't do this to us. Would he? "An all points bulletin", the reporter continued, "was issued the next day after the tape was viewed at BPD downtown. The perpetrator...." Goten turned off the TV. He looked at Trunks as he tried to comfort Bulma, his heart full of sympathy. "Come on, Ms. Bulma", he said. "Why don't you drive me and Trunks back to mom's house? You shouldn't be alone right now." Bulma looked at Goten with tears in her eyes. She knodded, gratefully. "Yeah, I guess you're right", she said. Trunks gave his mother a kleenex. "Thank you", she said in a trembling voice. "I wish Vegeta was as sweet as you two." Bulma grabbed her car keys and left the house with her son and Goten. Five minutes after they left, Bulma's phone began to ring..

"Come on, come on!", Vegeta snarled impatiently inside the phone booth. He had been waiting for Bulma to answer the phone for nearly two minutes now. "Where can she be?", he wondered out loud to himself. "Hey! Other people wanna use the phone, you know!", snapped some guy behind him. Vegeta swiveled his head around and looked at the guy. "Back off", he snarled. "I don't think so", responded the foolish man. "Don't you think you've been on the phone long enough, buddy?" The man's question was answered by Vegeta promptly blasting him into the next dimension. He then hung up the phone and walked away. He knew Bulma must have found out about his trouble with the law by now, and probably didn't want to speak to him at present. He also knew that everyone else back home would be too busy comforting Bulma to believe in Vegeta's innocence. That meant the Saiyan prince was all on his own. Well, that's just fine with me, thought Vegeta with a smirk. I work best when I'm alone, anyway. Vegeta sat down on a bus bench and began to think. Now, how am I gonna prove my innocence?, he thought. It wouldn't be wise to go back to the scene of the crime. Besides, the police probably took all the evidence.... Suddenly, Vegeta knew what he had to do. He smiled at his own ingenuity. He stood up and took off, flying, towards the police department.

"How could he do this?", sobbed Bulma as she wiped her face with tissue. "Aw, come on, Bulma", said Goku. He handed her another box of kleenex. "I'm sure Vegeta is just a victim of circumstance. There must be an explanation for all of this." "Yeah, there's an explanation", ChiChi snapped angrily. "Vegeta doesn't care about anything or anybody but himself."

"ChiChi....", Goku began. "Don't try to defend him, Goku", said ChiChi. "Vegeta's a rotten apple! He'll never change! He's a shameless...." "ChiChi!", Goku snapped. When ChiChi looked at him Goku nodded towards Trunks, who was sitting silently in a chair. "Oh", said ChiChi. Her face turned red. "I'm sorry, Trunks." "It's alright", said Trunks. "Sometimes I think the same things about dad, myself." He looked up at Goku. "He promised mom he'd go to that camp", he said angrily. "But he's just over there robbing banks and doing who knows what else!" Bulma got up, walked over to Trunks, and gave him a big hug. "It's alright, Trunks", she said. "I'm gonna go straighten out daddy right now." She started to leave the house. "Where are you going?", asked ChiChi. "I'm going to find Vegeta", she said angrily before slamming the door behind her. Goku slowly shook his head. Vegeta was in big trouble.

Vegeta was not enjoying himself. He hated, hated, HATED in-closed spaces. This is the last time, he thought to himself, I ever try to enter a police department through an air shaft. He was, at that very moment, crawling through the ventilation system of BPD, hating every minute of it. But he knew he just had to find the tape that had him and some other big oaf on it robbing that bank. He had to find out who that other guy was. He knew that once he did, he would be able to crack this case and clear his name. He crawled in the air shaft past the lobby, past the bathrooms (and the unpleasant smells), and finally reached the evidence room. He kicked the grating into the room and crawled out of the shaft, relieved to get out of there if just for a moment. "Now let's see", Vegeta said to himself as he looked around the room at the piles of boxes and cabinets of concealed files.

"Where did they put that tape?" Suddenly he heard footsteps approaching. "Shit", he growled. He dove behind some boxes a micro-second before two policeman came through the door. "Well Bill", said one of them. "I don't think we're ever gonna find the guys that robbed the bank last night. They covered their tracks too good. We can't even find the guy that was too stupid to wear a mask." Vegeta growled under his breath. "Yeah, you're right, Willy", said the other cop. "And this stupid tape isn't much help, either." Vegeta's ears perked at the mention of the word 'tape'. He peeped around the corner of the boxes and saw one of the cops lazily put the tape on top of a filing cabinet before following the other cop out the door. After they left, Vegeta calmly walked over and picked up the tape. "Hmph. Who's stupid now, five-o?", he said before laughing, quietly, to himself. He crawled back into the vent and started making his way back out. He knew exactly where he could view this tape in privacy.

It was after closing time at Blockbuster Video. The only person there was the janitor. And that suited Vegeta just fine. After he blasted his way through the roof, he quickly knocked the janitor out. He then took the janitor's keys, dragged him to a closet, threw him in, and closed and locked the door. He was now capable of viewing the tape with no disturbance. Satisfied with himself, Vegeta walked around the front counter. He popped his tape into a vcr and turned on all the overview televisions. Once again, he was watching himself punch through a vault and unload a stack of gold bars, with his 'accomplice' one step behind him, telling him to hurry up and beating him mercilessly with a billy club. Vegeta cocked his head to the side. There was something familiar about that guy's voice. He then looked at himself stealing all that gold. His eyes narrowed as he studied his face. The Vegeta on the monitor had a somewhat dazed and spaced-out look on his face. As if he was walking in his sleep. Or being controlled. Something caught Vegeta's eye and he quickly paused the tape. What was that glowing device that was just behind Vegeta's ear? It must be what that guy was using to control me, thought Vegeta. Of course. It all makes sense. Normally I would never let someone beat up on me like that. He looked at the large masked man, his eyes full of hate. I'll bet that's why I was in so much pain waking up this morning, he thought. Grrr, just wait till I get my hands on that guy! He's the third person I plan to kill before I leave Boston, second only to Flanders and that big oaf, Ox. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide. He snapped his head up and started staring at the large bank robber on the screen. The guy was eight feet tall, had a nasty, deep voice, walked in a stupid gait, and from the way the mask was shaped on his head, he clearly had to be bald.... Suddenly Vegeta knew exactly who the guy was! It had to be none other than..

"OX!", Vegeta boomed out. "So that's why he was thanking me this morning, eh?" Vegeta's face became twisted with fury and hatred. "Well, I'll give him something to really thank me for!" He turned around to leave and yet again found himself staring into the face of..

"Hey-diddly-dee, Lord!", chimed Flanders. "Fancy meeting you here! I just came to return my Prince of Egypt tape. It's a great movie, Lord! Of course, you already know that...." Vegeta looked around to see if anyone was near. Now might be a good time to shut Flanders up once and for all. "Oh, and by the way," Flanders continued, "there's a nasty rumor going around that you robbed a bank. Oh, such blasphemy! Don't worry, your Godly-oddliness! I know you would never rob a bank!" Vegeta started storing up power into the palm of his hand.... "The police sure think you did, though", Flanders rambled on. "They've been harassing poor Mr. Rapparound and Ox since they arrived there about three hours ago. Mr. Rapparound's doing his best to be tolerant. But I think Ox couldn't stand it any more. That may be why he's leaving...." Vegeta's eyes widened. He grabbed Flanders by his collar. "What do you mean he's leaving?", he snarled. "Well", said Flanders. "I overheard him asking for a letter of recommendation from Mr. Rapparound. He said he wouldn't be there tomorrow...." Vegeta let go of Flanders, ran outside the video store, and took off into the air, flying towards Daddy Camp. So, that big fool thinks he's gonna just take the goods and skip town, thought Vegeta angrily. Well, I'm about to put a big monkey wrench in his well laid plans. No one crosses the Prince of the Saiyans! He flew faster and faster towards his destination. And his prey. Ox was going to pay, big time.