Author's Note: Well the response to the last chapter was ok I guess. Thanks to Dark Hope Assassin for her incredibly helpful review and all of you others out there! Especially the person Rei-Chan who even went so far as to tell me someone should make a movie out of my fic. Thanks guys it means a lot to me.

Chapter 27:

Vegeta cracked his knuckles again. Bulma placed her hand on his leg.

"Vegeta. She'll be fine," she reassured him. Vegeta growled.


"I'm not leaving her with him until tomorrow night," he said, ignoring Bulma's words of comfort.

"Vegeta what can we do?" she asked. "We have to go to the police."


"We're not going to the cops!" he yelled.

It was 11.00 the same evening Vegeta had returned. The two were sitting in Bulma's bedroom. They had dropped by Vegeta's house where they had found a note informing Vegeta where Vega was and basically what Vega's father had said on the phone.

They had left not long after and gone to Bulma's place. Her parents hadn't been home but they had stayed there anyway.

Bulma stood up, angered.


"Why do you have to be so stubborn!?" she yelled. "If you don't tell the authorities you and Vega will be dead," she yelled. Vegeta said nothing and stood up. He walked out onto Bulma's balcony.

Bulma, taking a deep breath, followed him out.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I know how much Vega means to you." Vegeta said nothing and stared unblinkingly into the distance.

"I'll kill him," Vegeta growled. "I swear to Kami I will have that man's blood on my hands by tomorrow night." His voice was deadly, so much so that Bulma took a small scared step back.

"Vegeta you have to call the police," she told him again, sounding like a parrot. "You've worked with them before, I know they'll do this."

Vegeta shook his head and said nothing.

*

18 sat, looking at her phone. She'd rung Vegeta's house and a disorientated Rick had explained that he was at Bulma's. She was now debating whether or not to ring. Something big was going down, she could tell.

She sighed and picked up the phone, slowly dialing Bulma's number. The phone rung ten times and 18 went to hang up when it was answered.


"Bulma here," came Bulma's voice in a tone 18 didn't recognize.

"It's 18," 18 replied.

"Oh. Listen 18, I can't talk right now. Vegeta's here and we have stuff to do," she said.

"I need to talk to you. What's going on? Why did you and Vegeta take off this afternoon? Where's he been? Why when I rung his house did I hear crying in the background and why do you sound like someone has died?" Bulma swallowed.

"Hold on a minute."

Bulma put down the phone and turned to Vegeta who was now sitting on her bed leaning against the wall and staring aimlessly into thin air.


"Vegeta? It's 18," Bulma told him. Vegeta slowly turned his head and frowned.

"What does she want?" he asked.

"She's rung your house and heard Lisa crying, she's kind of figured it out." Vegeta grunted.

"Tell her to come over if she really wants," he mumbled.

Bulma picked up the phone. 18 had heard the conversation.


"I'm on my way," was all Bulma heard, followed by a click.

*

18 arrived ten minutes later and headed upstairs. She found Bulma and Vegeta sitting on Bulma's couch.

"Alright tell me everything," she said.

For the next fifteen minutes Bulma and Vegeta took it in turns to explain everything from Vegeta's departure right through to Kris, and now Vega.

"You need to call the cops," was 18's immediate reaction.

"See Vegeta. I told you," Bulma said.

Vegeta said nothing.

"Why didn't you tell us this was happening?" 18 asked. Bulma said nothing and Vegeta continued to blankly stare.

"It's not like he wants a ransom in cash either. He wants Vegeta's life," 18 said, turning to Bulma.

"I know. 18 I don't know what to do," Bulma whispered. 18 sighed.


"We need to formulate a plan, bring in someone else for assistance and call the cops," she said.


*

'Ring, ring. Ring, ring.' Goku picked up his phone, finishing a mouthful of chips.

"'Ullo?" he said.

"Goku. It's 18. I need you to come over to Bulma's house right now." The phone went dead before Goku could ask questions. He frowned and headed for his car.


What the hell was going on now?


*

Bulma and 18 watched in anticipation. Vegeta had finally been convinced to ring the police. They had told him he was best to partially comply with the note and go alone but they told him it was better to go that night.  Vegeta growled at the phone, mumbled something the girls could not hear and hung up.

He was about to say something when Goku walked in, looking more confused than normal.


"Why do I need to come over to Bulma's house at midnight?" he asked.


18 gave him a quick debriefing before Vegeta took over.

"The cops said go alone but fuck that if I get shot then I'm fucked. I need you three to come with me. Whatever happens get Vega out." There was silence and the three of them looked at Vegeta.


"Vegeta are you sure?" Goku asked. Vegeta looked angrily at Goku.


"My sister is trapped with that mad man I am NOT going to leave her alone with that fucking tyrant for another twenty four hours!" he yelled. Goku nodded.

18 took this chance to explain how they should go about it.

Fifteen minutes later the four of them were in Vegeta's car headed for Scott Street. Everyone was silent, not knowing what was going to happen.

*

They arrived in the deserted street twenty minutes later. Vegeta cut the engine and the 4 of them sat in the car in silence.

"If I'm not out in half an hour something's happened," he told them. Bulma knew better than to protest and gulped and nodded. Vegeta opened his door and started to climb out but stopped, turned around to give Bulma a kiss and then got out, slamming the door.

18 looked at Goku and Bulma.


"Now all we can do is wait."

*

Vegeta walked slowly across the concrete floor of the warehouse, the only sound was his feet scuffing the ground. He stopped in the middle of the deserted building and looked around. There were huge crates and boxes piled up in every direction. The room was dimly lit by a fluorescent light which hung from the high ceiling. Apart from that the room was unlit.

"Welcome Vegeta," came a voice from the shadows. Vegeta spun around, snarling and looking for the source of the voice.


"Where are you?" he growled. The sound of footsteps entered his ears and Vegeta turned to face the person they were coming from.

The man had an uncanny resemblance to his sister. Vegeta glared at the man as he strode over to him, wearing a respectable looking suit. He had short black hair and cold grey eyes.

"You," he snarled. He knew instantly this was the man responsible for the kidnapping of his sister. "You bastard!" he yelled, his voice echoing in the building. The man said nothing but threw his head back and laughed.


"Is that all you can say Vegeta? Well it's a wonder Vega always swears, if she lives with you." He smiled a cold smile that did not reach his eyes. "I hope you haven't been teaching my daughter any bad habits," he laughed.


Vegeta felt rage boiling inside him.

"Where's Vega you faggot," he growled. The man raised an eyebrow and clicked his fingers.


"You know Vegeta you are so predictable. I ask you to come tomorrow night and you turn up tonight. Reverse psychology, Vegeta. You are so like your mother."


"Don't you talk about my mother or any of my family you murdering bastard." The man laughed.

"Now before you see your sister I believe an introduction is in order. My name is Paul Delamary." Vegeta growled.

"I don't give a fuck who-" He was cut short as he noticed the three people walking across the warehouse towards him. Two of them were tall dark haired men wearing suits and glasses. The other one was-

"Vega," Vegeta whispered. His sister was walking between the two men, her head cast down, hands tied and gagged. As she looked up Vegeta noticed with horror that she had bruises all over her face.

"What've you done to her?" he yelled. The man named Paul smiled.


"Oh nothing much. She just wasn't being submissive. Kept mouthing off at us and trying to attack us."

Vegeta felt a swell of pride. But it was quickly replaced with anger.

"You let her go," he snarled. "You have a problem with me, not her. Let her go and you can do whatever else you want." Paul seemed to be mulling it over.

"Hmmmm- no." Vegeta gave a frustrated yell. The two men now had Vega on the ground, still tied up. They stood guard on either side of her. Vegeta clenched his fists and looked up at Paul.

"Let her fucking go!" he roared. Vegeta turned his back on the man and strode angrily over to where his sister was sitting on the ground. He knelt beside her.


"Get out," he told her quietly. "Get the fuck out of here right now." He hauled Vega to her feet. She stood and looked at him. Vegeta tore the gag off.

"Vegeta, what about you?" she asked.

"I'll be fine," he whispered. "Bulma, Goku and 18 are out the back in my car." Vega looked around.


"What about those men?" she asked. Vegeta growled.


"I'll take care of them," he hissed. "Now go!" he yelled the last bit and pushed Vega away. The girl seemed in limbo for a moment but quickly ran.

The two men in suits made to run after her but Vegeta stopped them. Clenching his right fist he smashed it into one of the men's nose, rendering him immediately unconscious. The other man made to lunge at Vegeta, but he ducked and sunk his fist into the guy's stomach. Something cracked and Vegeta brought his knee up into the man's groin. The big guy groaned and fell to the ground, passing out from pain.

Vegeta stood, reaching into his pocket and, knowing what was coming next, whipped out his revolver which had been hidden in his jacket pocket, and spun around, gun up.


Sure enough, Paul stood there, arm outstretched, the barrel of his gun level with Vegeta's forehead. Vegeta's was held at Paul's forehead also and the two men stood.


"I'm going to kill you Vegeta," Paul snarled. "You sister may have escaped but you're not going to." Paul cocked his gun. Vegeta did the same.

"What makes you so sure?" Vegeta snarled, the feeling of loathing seething from every part of his body. "You killed my mother, my father, my brother, my girlfriend's sister, her brother in law and then you kidnap my sister?! You're a dead man," Vegeta snarled.

At almost the exact moment Bulma, 18, Goku and Vega all entered the building, there was the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired.


Bulma stood in the doorway, mouth wide open in shock.

"Vegeta!" she screamed.


Vegeta looked down at his stomach, where a big red puddle was forming. His eyes went wide and he blinked.


"You bastard," he said quietly. Vegeta staggered, then stood still, gun still held up.

Paul smiled and put his gun away.


"Goodbye Vegeta. You'll be with all those people you love soon." Vegeta coughed, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth. So suddenly no one saw it, another gun shot filled the air and Paul fell to the ground a hole in his chest, which now rose and fell rapidly.

Bulma, 18, Goku and Vega watched in horror as Vegeta dropped his gun, his legs buckled and he fell to the ground.


The sound of sirens filled the air and flashing lights appeared from nowhere.

Bulma ran over to where Vegeta lay in a crumpled heap.


"Vegeta," she whispered, picking up his head. His eyes looked up at her, now half lidded and dull.

"Woman," he whispered, not being able to make any more noise. "Look after Vega please," he coughed.


"Vegeta, you're going to be fine," she told him, tears rapidly welling in her eyes. But even as she held him there and looked at the wound in his gut she knew he wasn't going to be alright.

"You're not," Vegeta choked again on the blood that was now thick in his mouth, "a very good liar. Promise me," he took a deep breath, a pained expression on his face, "you'll help Vega. Say goodbye," his breaths were now coming in short gasps, "to Goku, 18. And Vega." Vegeta's eyes screwed up and he groaned in pain. But nonetheless he smiled at Bulma, as big thick tears ran down her cheeks and dropped onto his chest. "I love-you, Bulma," he whispered. Bulma blinked as the tears streamed down her face.

"I love you Vegeta," she whispered. He smiled.


"I know." He went limp in her arms, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and moved no more. Bulma began to sob.

"Vegeta," she cried. Suddenly Bulma felt a pair of arms help her up. It was Goku. He was standing there with 18 and Vega. Paramedics were now on the scene and three of them were now crowding Vegeta.

Goku wrapped his arm around Bulma's shoulder and held her as she cried, watching the medics try and revive Vegeta. After fifteen minutes they stopped.


One of the paramedics, a woman, stood up, her hands covered in blood and looked sadly up at Bulma.


"I'm sorry," she said. "He's dead." She bowed her head.

Bulma gave a cry.

"No. Vegeta," she sobbed.


*

Next Chapter: Nope no way

Author's Note: None


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