She was calm; she would have to be calm if she wanted to play the game. One hand stringed through the long bangs of her hair and she pushed it back from her face. The other rested on her protruding hip. She had called the police, but they rarely came into this part of the city, too dangerous, so they would need a mini army to come and extrude the three twits that had thought this a day trip.

"You'll want to let her go, her daddy will come marching in here and you'll have the annoyance of the police to contend with."

"But she's so sweet Bulma, we just want a taste of her." Rego's hand was groping Trina's breast, she had the good sense to stay quiet but she was still sobbing softly. A small amount of pity entered her mind, she remembered fearing this, now she had a reputation, aside from Vegeta months ago she hadn't feared physical molestation in a long while.

"A trade then Rego. A race, I win the twitty trio comes with me, we say nothing of this little encounter and you don't' get arrested."

"That's not a reason for me to do this Bulma."

"It is if you win. The girls go and I'll stay, no fighting, as long as you still want me I'll be here." She would be his sex slave, one he could loan out and she wouldn't be able to object. Obviously it was enough to make Rego salivate. She had no intention of losing, and should she, well at least the three would make it out. If he wasn't good on her word she wouldn't be either, that was known.

"This one stays with the boys, I wouldn't want you to race off with them. The other two are dead weight for you."

"Where and back Rego? I don't have all night, there's a party at my place and I was actually enjoying myself." Her voice was calm, with just enough impatience to be insulting. She was clearly stating that she was not worried, had nothing to worry about, and that this was entirely inconvenient to her. When she played she went all out, mind, body, and soul.

Not ten minutes later she was making sure she was buckled in, ordered the two in her back seat to do so as well, and double checking the locations of her guns. This would be in no way a fair fight. "You two keep quiet, hold on, and do what I say when I say it and don't' ask questions." They were watching her move a gun into a holster as she spoke. Neither made a sound, they just nodded and rushed to obey.

Soon she was revving her engine and thanked her stars that she had chosen this car instead of her bike. The bike was slightly faster and easier to maneuver, but it offered no protection. Sending a prayer to kami that her bulletproof glass would hold she hit the gas once the signal to go was given. She was racing three others, glad that she had harnesses and not just seatbelts she rolled the car in the air to avoid being hit. It was a dummy car, a goonie told to try and slow her down, she didn't look back to see if he survived the attempt.

She ignored the cries coming from behind her seat and any other noise they made, she just hoped they didn't' throw up, it was a bitch to clean and left a smell. "Fuck!" The passenger side window webbed out after a bullet collided with it. Two more shots tops and it would break. Screwing the paint job she had toiled over she swerved left and let opponent number one collide with a wall. Swerving around the next complex she shifted gears and took for lower ground, it would be a little slower but they were following her, she could use the obstacles to her advantage.

Another bullet flew out from the crowd and cracked most of her windshield. They weren't aiming to kill her but the idiots were doing a good job of making living possible. They wanted her to stop, that wouldn't happen. Shot three forced her to hit the release button, wind hit her face as the fiberglass hit pavement. She wore her goggles for this reason precisely. The two behind her choked, well the air wasn't exactly clean but it wasn't as bad as they were making it out to be.

Grabbing her gun she shot through the cleared area and took out the tires of a truck, it didn't make it far enough to block her and she heard the car behind her hit it slightly, not enough to stop but control had to be regained and that took time. "Girls get down." She couldn't spare the time to look at them but they would best do as she said. A small spray of bullets just shattered her rear window. She wasn't careless enough to shoot blindly back. She had lived a life with very few bullets, she put them to use as best she could even though now she could make them or purchases them in any amount that she wished to.

One bullet shot out her passenger window and she took it as the way to shooting the man driving beside her. She was reduced to both hand on the wheel when he hit her car and finally a stray bullet hit her. She didn't know if it went through her arm but it hurt like hell. This would make shooting back difficult and driving as well. Corkscrewing her car again she drove much like a rollercoaster ride would be. Her scanners told of the approaching cops and she knew there was more than one person out there trying to kill her. Something that wasn't gun fire hit her car and she slew in five tongues when her sensors told her that an electric bomb was readying to detonate. She was almost there, just as her engine went up in a could of black smoke she crashed through the finish line, in first place. She stood of forcibly steady legs, her left hand ready with a gun as her right hung limply at her side. Princess was shoved to her and the cavalry finally arrived.

Should stop here, this would be a nice place for a cliff hanger of sorts. Wouldn't you think? But since I've been bad I'll keep writing, but just think about this, I thought about ending the chapter here.

Squinting at the red and blue lights she didn't resist when a swat man shoved her roughly into the car and used cuffs on her. Gritting her teeth against the pain, the moron was squeezing her arm right where the bullet had gone in, and by the feel of it not out.

The three blonds were bawling and she caught sight of them being herded away, great, this would be fun to explain, hours later when they got around to interrogating her that is. She wasn't even supposed to be here.

"Wait!"

"She jerked her head when the familiar voice carried. "Let her go she was helping me, us!" It was Trina, soon Bulma had been released and she was using her belt to stop the blood. Before she could sit somewhere to remove the bullet she was pulled into a cop car with the three others. She was sitting in the front, the driver looked to her as she examined her bullet wound, her switch blade made him freeze, when she stuck it in her arm she grit her teeth but the bullet was soon out, she was bleeding again. The hospital scolded her for not waiting and she calmly told them that she had handled all her wounds similarly since she had been old enough to achieve them.

They had then insisted in checking her every past wound, she had a very brief health record and it was only as old as her adoption to the Briefs. That made her wince too, they were not going to be pleased with her. Nor would Vegeta, he didn't seem to like it when she came home bleeding. Not hat what he thought meant much.

Trina's father had come to her personally to thank her for saving his daughter and her friends. It was odd not having an officer look down his nose at her. She had been given a ride home and when she arrived she skipped the building still in the throes of ignorant gayety and entered the house. She was opening her door when she was grabbed from behind, he moved forward and kicked her door shut before releasing her. It had been the hiss of pain that caused him to let her go, turning she made out the figure she had expected to see.

"Vegeta, what do you want. There's plenty of food at the party."

"Where did you go girl?"

"There was an emergency, it certainly wasn't a pleasure trip, though the fact that Rego is now in jail isn't exactly a bad thing."

"You were hurt." Sure she had a bandage, some glass had cut her too but it was nothing to worry over.

"Not really, just my arm." She forced the tired limb to raise, really she'd had worse, it wasn't like this was a nightmare for her or something. He took her arm and examined the wrapping, there was no blood to be seen but she was sure he could smell the wound. When dark eyes met hers she was confused. What was wrong? So she got a little scratch no problem, it wouldn't kill her.

"You are to be protected when you leave."

"I can protect myself, I'm alive aren't I?" Pulling away she glared, he was a barbarian, always calling her girl and treating her as if she were a servant. "Get out of my room now, I want to sleep." He didn't listen, instead he lifted her into his arms and ignored her kicks as he dropped her on the bed. She was ready for more but he stepped back. She had her fingers around a trigger beneath a pillow, it was aimed at him.

"We will talk in the morning, you seem to be ignorant of something that concerns you." Yeah like she'd sleep after hearing that.

"Tell me now then." His eyes trailed her body and he was over her before she could pull the trigger. He'd known! He whispered something she couldn't understand in her ear and the hand that had pinned her injured limb moved to her neck. 'Shit.' It was her last thought as she realized he was forcing her to sleep, she didn't fear the darkness, but she didn't like it.

La la, look at that, I'm back. Summer is here, I have a vacation, sadly one AWAY from the computer and trust me people that sucks for me. Maybe I can take my baby with me, I think not, EITHER way. I'll bring pencils and paper, until then this will have to do. TOOTLES

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