Author's Note: Alright I'm doing you fullas a favour, it's the weekend so I'm gunna stick this chapter up today even though I was intending to wait a week or so, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 22: In da Club (don't sue! I don't own the song!)

"Chi, 18 hurry up!" Bulma yelled from the downstairs of her house. It was 9.00 and the guys were due there any minute to pick them up to go celebrate Orange Star's victory.

"Comin B!" they called in unison. A moment later they appeared and rushed out the door. Bulma followed, locking the door as she heard horns.

Krillin, Goku and Vegeta were all sitting in their cars, parked on the side of the street. Climbing into their boyfriends' cars they headed for Club 18.

*

"Vegeta?"

"What woman?" He was still pouting about Kris costing their team a goal.

"Relax. Come on, you have to have fun tonight, just try, if it's possible, not to be a dick OK?" Vegeta glared at her, but relaxed ever so slightly as he noticed she was laughing.

Vegeta turned his head away, sighing. Bulma noticed this.

"It's not about Kris is it?" she asked, realisation dawning on her. Vegeta looked up, and for the first time that evening, Bulma noticed the faraway look in his eyes. "Vegeta," she whispered, placing her hand on his leg. "What's wrong."

"N-n-nothing." He looked away again.

"Vegeta! Pull over right now," Bulma demanded. He took no notice of her, put slowed the car down and pulled onto the side of the road. Bulma turned to face him, turning his head around with her hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

"Nothing."

"Yes there is Vegeta. This isn't like you at all." He closed his eyes and leant his head back on the headrest of his Jag.

"Lisa and Kevin just………" he trailed off.

"What, Vegeta? Tell me  I want to help you." Bulma couldn't believe this was actually Vegeta. It was so not him.

"The man that murdered my family." Bulma's stomach dropped and she was filled from head to toe with ice cold dread. "You know how I told you he was put in prison a few months ago after they found at Vega wasn't my sister?" Bulma nodded, fearing what came next.

Vegeta looked into Bulma's eyes and the normally emotionless onyx eyes were filled with fear and anger.

"He's escaped."

*

"Goku was that Vegeta's car?" Chichi asked as they drove past the black Jaguar parked on the side of the road.

"I think it was Chi, but why would they pull over? The hazard lights weren't on or anything." Chichi frowned and looked back as the car disappeared.

"Just keep going, we'll see if they're at the Club."

*

"Krillin! Stop! That was Vegeta's car!" 18 yelled as they shot past the black numberplate less car. Krillin skidded to a halt and turned the car around, driving back.

18 climbed out and slammed the door, running over to the car.

"Vegeta?" 18 asked.


"Bulma?" said Krillin. The two looked up and 18 stepped back, her eyes wide as she noticed Vegeta's eyes.

"Oh my Kami Vegeta, what's wrong with you?" His eyes scared her, they were no longer black, put a pale dejected grey and there seemed to be no life behind them.

"I-I-I-I think you'd better leave 18," Bulma told her. 18 frowned.

"Not until someone tells me what's going on."

"We'll tell you at the Club, just tell Chichi and Goku and the others that we're going to be a bit late OK?"

"Alright….." 18 agreed. She backed away then climbed in the car, followed by Krillin.

"Oh my Kami Krillin, what the hell is wrong with Vegeta?"

*

"Vegeta, are you OK?" Bulma asked as Krillin and 18 pulled away.

"I thought he was dead. I thought I killed him, and then I'm told he's in jail, but he's escaped and Kami knows he'll come after Vega or me or………………" he trailed off.

"What Vegeta? Or what?" Vegeta looked at her, paling.

"Or, of he finds out…… you." Bulma's eyes widened and she gulped.


"Vegeta that's not gunna happen, they'll catch him."

"You don't know that," he warned her. Bulma sighed.

"Vegeta, does he even know where you live?"

"He can find out."

"How?"

"He will, I know he will. I killed his best three men when I was only a child, he'll find me, even if it kills him."

"But Vegeta, he's been lose for ten years or so before they put him away! What makes you think he's gunna come after you now?"

"This."

It was a printed out computer sheet and on it was written,

I got them Ouji and I'll get you. Watch your back. I'm out now and I'm gunna get you! And if you go near the cops I'm gonna get my daughter/your sister as well

"Vegeta! Where'd that come from?"

"Email."

"Alright Vegeta, we're going home right now and you're gunna tell someone about this."

"No. We're going to the Club, I have to, its my team."

"Yours and your sister's life is more important than a soccer team."

"No. We're going. I'll deal with this later."

Bulma leant back knowing it was fruitless to argue.

'Fuck Kami! Can't you just leave Vegeta alone for a while? Why do you have to screw his life up so much? After all he's been through he deserves a little peace!' Bulma thought to herself.

*

They pulled up outside the club at 9.45. The lines to get into the Club had gone, so after locking the car up they walked in.

"Remember woman, not a word to anyone. Not yet."

As Vegeta stepped into the club, he became himself again, almost as if he'd forgotten about the email, and the man who'd killed his family. His eyes went back to their usual emotionless black and he regained his confident swagger. No one save his closest of close friends could tell there was something wrong with him.

They found Chichi and Goku on the dance floor, who directed them to 18 and Krillin up by the tables. 18 looked sideways at Vegeta a couple of times but said nothing.

When the song ended, the rest of the team came up and seated themselves around a couple of tables.

"Bulma. Vegeta." Came a voice. Bulma groaned, recognizing the voice.

"Fuck. Off. Kris." Bulma said slowly, emphasising each word.

"Why should I?" he asked as he sat down next to her. Vegeta growled from her other side, but Kris ignored him.

"Because you are no longer part of this team if I didn't make the clear to you earlier today," Vegeta snarled.

"Oh, I can still come to a Club if I want, it's not against the law," he told them. Vegeta, Bulma, 18, Krillin, Chichi and Goku along with the rest of the team glared at Kris trying to burn holes in his head. Bulma edged closer to Vegeta as she felt Kris try and rub her leg.

"Piss off," she growled, just lound enough for him to hear. Vegeta put his arm around Bulma's shoulders, pulling her in closer to him. Kris ignored Bulma's moving away from him, and slid his hand quickly up her skirt. Bulma shrieked and jumped onto Vegeta's lap. He frowned and tried to push her off and then Bulma started yelling.


"GET YOU FUCKING HAND OUT OF MY SKIRT!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, making the whole Club go silent. Everyone looked at Kris wide eyes.

"Oooooh come on," he grinned. "You enjoyed it, I know you did." Everyone blocked their ears again, except Vegeta who was too pissed to do anything.

"I DID NOT ENJOY SOME ASSHOLE, SEXIST, ARRROGANT AUSTRALIAN PRICK TRYING TO FEEL ME UP!" Kris then did the worst thing possible. He laughed.

That was the final straw for Vegeta. He gently lifted Bulma off him and then launched himself sideways at Kris, knocking the Australian to the ground.

"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled as she stood up. The rest of the soccer team and the cheerleaders all leaned over to get a better look, egging Vegeta on.

Vegeta held Kris down with his left hand, his knee pressuring Kris's upper body. With his right hand, Vegeta continually punched Kris in the nose, his fist and Kris's face eventually becoming covered in blood. Vegeta threw Kris to his feet, and the Australian was dazed and confused.

"Don't ever ever touch or speak to my woman like that," Vegeta snarled, throwing a punch into Kris's stomach. Kris doubled over, gasping, before straightening up and throwing himself at Vegeta.

As the two exchanged punches and kicks, Goku stood anxiously on the sideline. True, Vegeta needed to defend Bulma but Kris had no chance and Vegeta was just toying with him.

Goku breathed deeply as he noticed Kris rip Vegeta's shirt off. Vegeta growled and threw all his might into a punch that sent Kris spinning sideways and sprawling onto the floor again.


By this time the whole club was watching and someone had gone to get the security guards. Kris had gotten back up and he threw Vegeta into the wall. Vegeta growled as he punched Kris back, sending him flying into a table.

Vegeta's eye was cut and warm blood was running down the side of his head. He thought a rib was broken, but it was nothing compared to Kris.

Kris's nose was still gushing blood and was clearly broken in several places. Both eyes were swollen and cut, his left arm was dislocated and Vegeta was guessing several ribs were broken.

"Vegeta!" Bulma called. She had been yelling at him for the pas five minutes that it was enough, but he couldn't stop himself. "Vegeta that's enough!" Vegeta ignored Bulma's pleas and continued his fight.


"You insult my girlfriend," Vegeta yelled punching Kris, "you insult my team," he punched Kris again, "you try and feel my girlfriend up," he punched again, "you're fucking disrespectful," he punched him again, "but worst of all, you have the audacity to laugh when you touch my girlfriend." Kris looked at Vegeta through swollen eyes.

"I'll have her Vegeta. You can pound the shit out of me all you like but one way or another I will have her." Vegeta fumed. "And you fight like a girl." Vegeta dropped his fist and laughed.

"Then I'd hate to think what someone would compare you to!" Kris glared, before something caught his eye. He smirked and Vegeta had just time enough to notice the malevolent look in his eyes before an indescribable pain hit him.


"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" he yelled. Everyone swivelled around in time to see Vegeta sink to his knees and clutch his chest.


"What the fuck just happened?" Bulma asked, her eyes wide. And then laughing, swaying severely, Kris stood. In his hand he was holding a small silver ring.


"Oh my Kami!" Bulma yelled.

Vegeta stood, hand still clutching his chest.


"You fucking low life prick!" Vegeta yelled. He drew his fist back and sent it once again crashing into Kris's face. Kris was thrown into the wall and he slid down it, unconscious.

The Security Guards had just arrived, but they were too late. Bulma ran over to Vegeta.


"Kami, Vegeta are you OK? Move your hand, let me have a look." Sweating and covered in blood, chest heaving and breathing heavily Vegeta moved his hand and collapsed onto a seat. Bulma knelt beside him.

"Bulma what happened?" Chichi asked running over. Bulma winced.

"What happened?" Chichi asked again.

"Kris ripped out Vegeta's nipple ring." There was a sharp intake of breath from everyone around them.

"What an asshole," Goku muttered, his eyes set in a heavy frown.

Vegeta stood and Goku rushed over to support him. Bulma was guessing Vegeta had concussion of some sort. They had to get him to the doctor.

"We'll take his car, Bulma do you know how to drive it?" Goku asked. She nodded and she led Goku and Vegeta out. 18, Krillin and Chichi followed them out. "Chichi you take my care, Krillin you take yours with 18. I'm going with Bulma and Vegeta." The others nodded and climbed in their cars heading for the hospital.

"Kakarot let go of me I'm fine."

"No you're not Vegeta, you're concussed. We need to get you to the hospital." Bulma told him. "Goku can't you drive? I wanna sit in the back with Vegeta." He nodded.

"It's all voice controlled aye?" Bulma nodded. Goku lifted Vegeta's arm from around his neck and Vegeta climbed into the car. Bulma followed after him and Goku got in the driver's seat.

"Lie down," Bulma whispered. Vegeta growled, but realised he had a searing headache, and lay down in the back of the car, resting his head in Bulma's lap.

"Er ignition, handbrake off, gear one," Goku told Vegeta's car. A moment later they were driving. "Set auto drive for hospital."

They said nothing for a while, Vegeta concentrating on staying conscious and Bulma running her fingers absent mindedly through Vegeta's hair.

"Thanks Vegeta."

"Hm?" he asked.


"Thanks. For-for defending me against Kris." Bulma smiled.

"You're my woman, what was I supposed to do?" She smiled again and leant down kissing him on the lips softly.

"Well I don't think Kris is gunna be anymore trouble." Vegeta frowned slightly, thinking about what he'd said.

"I'll have her Vegeta. You can pound the shit out of me all you like but one way or another I will have her."

"Vegeta there's something I want to ask you though."

"What woman?" Vegeta asked, wincing as his breathing injured his damaged ribs further.

"Why were you so-so-so violent? I've never seen you like that before. I-I-it was sort of scary, like you wouldn't stop hitting him," Bulma admitted. Vegeta sighed, wincing as his ribs stung.

"I-I don't know," he said honestly. "But all I remember is just thinking that I had to beat him, that he was going to hurt you if I didn't. I kept thinking that he was that guy who sent me the email, and no matter how hard I tried to pull myself off I just couldn't stop." Bulma sighed, placing her hand on Vegeta's lower chest.

"I'll be fine Vegeta, don't worry.  So will Vega. Be alright I mean." Vegeta sighed.

Goku listened to them from the front of the car. They seemed to have forgotten e was there, and were speaking about something only they knew. Something he, Goku was determined to find out, if it had Vegeta and Bulma as scared as they were.

*

Chichi, 18 and Krillin pulled up to the hospital and entered the emergency area.

It  wasn't very busy, there was two people waiting and that was it.

Chichi and the others went up to the front desk.

"Hello Miss, how may I help you?" asked the receptionist.

"Er we've got a friend who's just been in a big fight at a club and we think he needs medical attention." 18 told her, butting in.


"Alright well where is he?"

At that moment, Bulma walked in, holding Vegeta's hand and Goku hovered just next to Vegeta, ready to catch him if Vegeta decided he was going to fall over.


"That's him," 18 said. The woman nodded.


"Alright, take him into that patient room over there, we'll have someone come and check it out." They nodded and went over to meet Bulma, Goku and Vegeta.

"Hey you guys. Come on we have to take him to that patient room over there," 18 told them. Vegeta growled.


"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" he yelled. Bulma told him to shut up and led him to the room, where he collapsed onto the bed.

They sat there in silence for a while.

"Did anyone see what happened to Kris?" Krillin asked. They were all sitting on chairs in the room, except for Vegeta who was on the bed with Bulma at his side.

"Who cares," Vegeta growled. Bulma nodded in agreement.

The doctor entered.

"Ah, Mr. Ouji, Miss. Briefs, what have you been up to this time?" he asked. Bulma blushed and Vegeta just growled. The doctor did a once over on Vegeta. "Well Ouji it looks like you've got yourself into a right fix this time……………"

Next Time: Well I'm not saying anything, you'll have to wait hehehehehehehe.

Author's Note: there it is, Chapter 22 only TWENTY FOUR hours after Chapter 21 that must be a record for me! Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I would like some comments on what you thought about the Mafia guy and the email. I'm not entirely sure it fits the plotline, I might take it out later on. Anyway, leave your reviews for me!

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