"Why do you look at me this way? Did you ever once ask me why? Did you ever really even care? How ironic...I thought my heart was safe with you. Trust, that's what I had. You didn't."
Silence is an uncommon sound in the Briefs residence. One who's inhabited the place long enough can understand this theory. And so, when Vegeta entered Capsule Corp. through his bedroom balcony, the monotonous quiet made him wonder. He observed the room, and found it was the same as he had left it. Everything seemed to be in order. Bulma's nightgown had been carelessly discarded on the floor, but besides that, no clutter, no problem. But there was a problem, he couldn't hear anything.
There wasn't the usual clamor that came when Bulma was tinkering around in her lab. No sudden explosions, no stream of curse words, no anything. Just calm. It was driving him absolutely insane. He quickly exited the room and made his way down the hallway. Perhaps Bulma had gone shopping. That idea in itself was crazy, seeing as how it was close to midnight. She had said she'd wait up for him. Usually around this time, she'd be in her lab, or in the bedroom. Finally he was at the lab door, putting his head in the room he quickly took a look around. Nothing. Right now he wished that her ki was stronger. It was so damn hard to find that woman sometimes.
The living room offered the same conclusion. No one, anywhere. Vegeta made a mental check list. Trunks was with that idiot Goten, Bra was at a friend's for some stupid slumber party, and the Briefs were at one of their consistent Science Conventions. Bulma, now there was a problem. Bulma was supposed to be HERE. She wasn't, something was wrong.
In deep reverie, it sometimes helps to allow one's instincts to take over. While Vegeta was in thought, he suddenly realized that something on the exterior was annoying him. Coming out of contemplation he found what it was. The front door was open.
After closer inspection, he soon found it was much more then that. The door was gone. In fact, part of it seemed to be protruding from one of Mrs. Brief's immaculately manicured shrubs. He swiveled around and re-entered the living room. The couch, it felt right. He allowed the wisdom of his roots to guide him. Suddenly it seemed quite clear what had happened. All on the couch too. Scratch marks, ever so slightly, laced the wall.
There wasn't any blood on it, she was alive when they took her. Who? That couldn't be figured quite yet. However, she was gone and she had been taken, against her will. He growled and exited Capsule Corp. Instincts, he needed them right now.
Eyes closed, he searched, deep within. Ah, there it was, her slight warmth. It was slowly magnified, until he saw her. Or at least he saw her ki and that was enough.
Thunder is relentless, but Vegeta was lightning. Seconds after finding her, he was gone and away. The only evidence he had been there was a slight ki trail, remaining from the amount of power he had used.
Pray for the captors, with all your heart.