Authors note: Ahhh, yeah, I know. Ages again. Sorry, I have been extremely busy with exams and assignments at school, and I barely get enough time to check my emails. But, exams are just about finished, and its nearly school holidays, so I had time to do this chapter. Oh, and it was my birthday the other day (12th April); I am now 17, yay! Sorry for the delay, hope you like it! Enjoy ^__^!
"Vegeta. Where are you taking me? And why are you doing this; kidnapping me and then running off from your friends", Bulma asked Vegeta in a croaky voice; it was croaky and sore after her previous fits of screaming. Vegeta just smirked at her, skidding to a stop in the middle of the road.
"I'm taking you flying", Vegeta sneered, grabbing Bulma tightly around the waist and pulling her close. Bulmas eyes widened, as she felt his strong body against hers; what the heck was he trying to prove? "Don't hold me like this", she hissed, trying to wriggle free of his strong grip. Vegeta just ignored her though; he started running again, and then he jumped; and well, he didn't come back down. The pair continued rising, and Bulma realised he was telling the truth when he said he was taking her flying.
"PUT ME DOWN NOW", Bulma yelled, her voice quivering with fear.
"Don't tell me what to do woman. If I listened to that last little comment, you'd be road kill about now", Vegeta chuckled evilly, smirking down at the blue-eyed vixen.
"Screw you Vegeta", Bulma grumbled, trying her best to glare at the obnoxious Saiyan. But, she was just to exhausted from her previous struggles, so it did not look intimidating in the least. Vegetas chuckling grew into a cruel laugh, as he stared down at Bulma.
"Well woman, I don't want you angry at me, now. I guess I can put you down", he taunted, sarcasm in his cold voice.
"Ve... geta", she stuttered, gripping onto his arm tightly. Vegeta just laughed at her, before letting go of her, leaving her to fall towards the ground. Bulma screamed hysterically as she plummeted towards the deserted road. "VEGETA", she screamed, tears starting to fall from her eyes. Vegeta flew down towards her, catching her right before she hit the ground.
"Don't piss me off, woman", he whispered cruelly, his face only centimetres from hers. Bulma just shut her eyes; right now, she didn't think it possible that she could hate him anymore. The pair continued off through the air, Bulma eventually falling forward in sleep onto Vegetas chest. Vegeta gazed down at her for a moment; she looked very beautiful, her blue hair falling across her face, and her forehead free of its usual frown marks. But, he didn't have the time to be checking the little woman out; they where now almost at the Saiyan Viper gangs hideout. Vegeta landed softly onto the ground, pulling Bulma up higher into his arms, so he was cradling her as though she was a child. Her arms instinctively clutched around his neck, as she continued to snooze. Vegeta smirked at the woman's behaviour; it was obvious, although she hated him, she felt safe in his arms. He hurried off down a side street, and he then turned down into an alleyway, which was where the Saiyan gangs headquarters where located. But, when he arrived there, he was shocked by what he saw. The entire bases entrance had been blown away. "FUCK! They've found us", Vegeta yelled, running into the ruined entrance.
Chi Chi and Krillin had been forced into the back seat of the Saiyans car; Goku sitting between them, while 18 had taken the wheel, Radditz begrudgingly sitting in the front next to her. "Fucking Vegeta", 18 hissed, as the car screeched from the Motels car park and down the dark and un-inviting road.
"Hey, back off 18. How do you know that Vegeta left without us? The girl could have escaped, and he's just out looking for her", Goku defended Vegeta, shaking his head at the outraged woman.
"Your so fucking naive Goku. He has left without us. He will get all the credit for this damn mission, and we will get squat! That pampered, spoilt little shit will get everything; he will get a higher rank, more money, better work; and what about us? Stuck with the deadbeat, dirty jobs that no one wants. Its bullshit", 18 sounded not only very angry, but deeply hurt; it sounded as though she had worked very hard to get where she was. Goku just sat silently, taking in what she had said; Vegeta had left them, after all the hard work and effort they had put into this mission. So, there's a mission huh? And we are involved. I wonder whatever they could want us for, Chi Chi pondered, staring at 18, who was practically steaming from the ears, in the front seat. The car continued to speed up, faster and faster, until it could not get any quicker. "Bulma", Chi Chi whispered, staring down at her hands, which where folded in her lap.
"Don't worry Chi. Vegeta wont hurt her", Goku whispered into Chi Chis ear, placing a strong hand on her shoulder. Chi Chi stared up at Goku, and was surprised to see his eyes where full of remorse and concern. Though she wanted to recoil from this lying mans touch, she also wanted him to never let go; his strong arm felt as though it was supporting her whole body right now, and it was a big comfort. "Thanks", Chi Chi whispered, her eyes starting to well up with tears. This whole ordeal had been so much for her to handle, and just now, she felt as though it was all weighing down on her. Her best friend was gone, she was away from home... and... she was starting to become friends with a man who had kidnapped herself and her friends, and lied about himself completely when she was just becoming ready to trust him. The man she was trying to manipulate; trying to seduce over to her side; the man.. that she was lying too. I'm just as bad as he is, she thought, resting her head on Gokus shoulder, and shutting her eyes.
Bulmas eyes jolted open, as she heard Vegetas loud, cursing voice pulsing through her eardrums. "What's going on", she grumbled, squinting, as her eyes adjusted under the early morning sun. They had been travelling all night, and she had slept through most of it; too exhausted to stay awake a moment longer. Once her eyes had adjusted, Bulma noticed she was being carried into an old, broken down and abandoned looking building. The whole front of this particular building had been blown to pieces. Vegeta soon placed her down, now that she was awake and could stand herself. "You have to stay here woman. Something has happened here. You're safer waiting for me; there are a lot of people after you right now, so you better do as I ask. Unless, of course, you want to die", threatened Vegeta, a stoic look on his usually mocking, cruel face.
"Vegeta.. Is everything okay", asked Bulma, confusion threaded through her voice.
"Just wait here. I'll come back for you. Stay hidden, and don't talk to anyone. Woman, I'm asking you to do this, not for myself, but for you. You will die if you get to far from me", Vegeta told her, before turning away from her, and heading into the building. Bulma stood dumbstruck in the same spot, staring at his re-treating figure. WHAT the hell was that all about, she wondered, her brow furrowed in confusion. This was just getting weirder by the minute; Kidnapped once, then kidnapped again, from the kidnappers BY their partner, and having the kidnapper; that unfeeling, selfish Vegeta, actually tell her too look after herself. Though, his face was free of any feeling, his voice spoke volumes to Bulma. Something was up; it was very out of character for Vegeta to care for anyone but himself. As much as Bulma wanted to run away right now; run, and call the police, and go home, and see Yamcha and her Dad, something pulled her to stay. She wanted; no, she HAD to find out what was going on. She had always been the adventurous type, so she knew, that if she left now, she would forever wonder what was going on. Bulma cautiously stepped over the debris, which was scattered around the building, making her way inside. It seemed like any old and abandoned building; dark hallway, old bottles, musty aroma. But, there was a sense of tension; Vegeta had felt it, and now, Bulma could feel it as well. Bulma quietly crept through the dark hallway, heading forward, until she reached a door, which stood ajar. Bulma silently pushed the door open, careful not to make a sound. But, when Bulma opened the door, she could not hold back her gasp. There, pilled up, where bodies; not just one or two bodies; at least 100. Blood was coating the walls and floors, and the stench of death was to overcoming. Bulma felt as though she was going to be sick, when she noticed one figure which was still standing; alone; in the corner. "I told you to stay outside", Vegetas voice pierced the silence, causing Bulma to jump. His voice was blank and empty; as though he did not care in the slightest.
"What... how did.... where is this place", Bulma stammered, swallowing back the bile which was rising in her throat.
"This is the Saiyan Viper Headquarters. Well, what's left of it", Vegeta replied, his voice remaining stoic, as though he didn't care. But, somehow, Bulma could sense, that this whole situation had taken its toll on him. Even if he was a cold-hearted bastard who killed without remorse, everything he had worked for in his life had just been destroyed. Bulma knew how important this gang was to these Saiyans; and she had only been with them for a few days. The way they spoke about it, as though it was what they lived for; what they worked to succeed in. "I'm sorry Vegeta", Bulma mumbled, looking at him, eyes full of sympathy.
"I don't need your sympathy woman. I'm still alive, so it doesn't matter to me", Vegeta told her, as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed to his chest. Bulmas jaw dropped in shock; was this guy for REAL?
"You... cold bastard", Bulma whispered, shaking her head at him. The next thing Vegeta done caught Bulma completely off guard; he laughed. Not just a chuckle, but a full fledged, insane burst of laughter.
"WOMAN! YOU WOULDN'T KNOW THE HALF! Those Kolds may have thought they had won, but I am always one step ahead of them", Vegeta yelled through his laugh, smirking his same old mocking smirk.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You've flipped Vegeta! What the hell are you talking about", Bulma snapped, backing away from where Vegeta stood.
"Well woman, the Kolds where here looking for something; something that wasn't here! I bet that pissed that green freak Zarbon off", Vegeta told her, a huge smirk on his face.
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Mrs Briefs' sobbed uncontrollably into her husband's chest, her usual happy go lucky personality forgotten at the present time. "My baby", she squealed, pounding her delicate fists into her husbands stomach.
"There, there honey. They won't hurt Bulma; they can't hurt Bulma", Dr Briefs re-assured his wife, stroking her blond, curly locks of hair.
"How do you know", she bellowed, her sobs growing more violent by the second.
"This is how I know", he mumbled, standing up, and leading his wife too his laboratory. He came to a large computer screen, and he pressed several buttons, resulting in the screen flashing on, and a video beginning to play. On the screen, was a huge, bald headed man. "We have your daughter Briefs. Now, unless you want to be childless, I'd pay good attention. Some of our members are coming by your complex; you have to give them what they ask for. Then, you have to work on your weaponry. We need something strong enough to take out the Kolds. This is the Saiyan Viper headquarters, signing off. Do as we say Briefs, or the girl gets it", the voice drawled, a cruel glint in the mans coal-black eyes. This resulted in even more sobs from Mrs Briefs, which where moments later interrupted by the doorbell. Dr Briefs lead his grief stricken wife to the couch, before opening the door. There, standing outside, was Yamcha and Marron, Bulmas friends. Before Dr Briefs could say a word, Yamcha began to talk. "Dr, I want to help find Bulma! I'll do anything to help! Do you have any idea where she could be", Yamcha asked, his voice full of concern and guilt. Dr Briefs contemplated this momentarily, before nodding, and inviting the pair in.
"I want to help too, Doc", Marron twittered, a huge, flirty grin gracing her porcelain features. Dr Briefs ignored this, before leading the pair down to his lab.
"Watch this, Yamcha, Marron", he told them, switching on the video. The pair watched it; well, Yamcha did anyway, Marron, just stood there, gazing out the window.
"Find that man. He might have some information on my dear Bulmas whereabouts. But, whatever you do, DO NOT get the law enforcement involved! They will kill Bulma on the spot, if they think the Police are involved. You will both need to be discreet about this", Dr Briefs told them, a serious look on his usually happy face.
"We are SO on the job Doc! We will totally save Bulma", Marron said, flicking her hair behind her ears. Marron then skipped from the room, and went to see Mrs Briefs; in turn, Marron began to sob with Mrs Briefs, the 2 girls hugging each other and whimpering on the couch.
"Yamcha. Are you sure its a good idea? Taking her", Dr Briefs queried the younger man, a dubious tone to his voice and expression.
"She insisted. She said she can't bare another second away from Krillin", Yamcha mumbled, scratching his head and blushing.
"Well, it's your choice. Be careful son", Dr Briefs spoke, in a voice of pride; as well as concern.
"I won't let you down", Yamcha replied, laying a hand on the shoulder of his girlfriends worried father.
"Vegeta. Where are you taking me? And why are you doing this; kidnapping me and then running off from your friends", Bulma asked Vegeta in a croaky voice; it was croaky and sore after her previous fits of screaming. Vegeta just smirked at her, skidding to a stop in the middle of the road.
"I'm taking you flying", Vegeta sneered, grabbing Bulma tightly around the waist and pulling her close. Bulmas eyes widened, as she felt his strong body against hers; what the heck was he trying to prove? "Don't hold me like this", she hissed, trying to wriggle free of his strong grip. Vegeta just ignored her though; he started running again, and then he jumped; and well, he didn't come back down. The pair continued rising, and Bulma realised he was telling the truth when he said he was taking her flying.
"PUT ME DOWN NOW", Bulma yelled, her voice quivering with fear.
"Don't tell me what to do woman. If I listened to that last little comment, you'd be road kill about now", Vegeta chuckled evilly, smirking down at the blue-eyed vixen.
"Screw you Vegeta", Bulma grumbled, trying her best to glare at the obnoxious Saiyan. But, she was just to exhausted from her previous struggles, so it did not look intimidating in the least. Vegetas chuckling grew into a cruel laugh, as he stared down at Bulma.
"Well woman, I don't want you angry at me, now. I guess I can put you down", he taunted, sarcasm in his cold voice.
"Ve... geta", she stuttered, gripping onto his arm tightly. Vegeta just laughed at her, before letting go of her, leaving her to fall towards the ground. Bulma screamed hysterically as she plummeted towards the deserted road. "VEGETA", she screamed, tears starting to fall from her eyes. Vegeta flew down towards her, catching her right before she hit the ground.
"Don't piss me off, woman", he whispered cruelly, his face only centimetres from hers. Bulma just shut her eyes; right now, she didn't think it possible that she could hate him anymore. The pair continued off through the air, Bulma eventually falling forward in sleep onto Vegetas chest. Vegeta gazed down at her for a moment; she looked very beautiful, her blue hair falling across her face, and her forehead free of its usual frown marks. But, he didn't have the time to be checking the little woman out; they where now almost at the Saiyan Viper gangs hideout. Vegeta landed softly onto the ground, pulling Bulma up higher into his arms, so he was cradling her as though she was a child. Her arms instinctively clutched around his neck, as she continued to snooze. Vegeta smirked at the woman's behaviour; it was obvious, although she hated him, she felt safe in his arms. He hurried off down a side street, and he then turned down into an alleyway, which was where the Saiyan gangs headquarters where located. But, when he arrived there, he was shocked by what he saw. The entire bases entrance had been blown away. "FUCK! They've found us", Vegeta yelled, running into the ruined entrance.
Chi Chi and Krillin had been forced into the back seat of the Saiyans car; Goku sitting between them, while 18 had taken the wheel, Radditz begrudgingly sitting in the front next to her. "Fucking Vegeta", 18 hissed, as the car screeched from the Motels car park and down the dark and un-inviting road.
"Hey, back off 18. How do you know that Vegeta left without us? The girl could have escaped, and he's just out looking for her", Goku defended Vegeta, shaking his head at the outraged woman.
"Your so fucking naive Goku. He has left without us. He will get all the credit for this damn mission, and we will get squat! That pampered, spoilt little shit will get everything; he will get a higher rank, more money, better work; and what about us? Stuck with the deadbeat, dirty jobs that no one wants. Its bullshit", 18 sounded not only very angry, but deeply hurt; it sounded as though she had worked very hard to get where she was. Goku just sat silently, taking in what she had said; Vegeta had left them, after all the hard work and effort they had put into this mission. So, there's a mission huh? And we are involved. I wonder whatever they could want us for, Chi Chi pondered, staring at 18, who was practically steaming from the ears, in the front seat. The car continued to speed up, faster and faster, until it could not get any quicker. "Bulma", Chi Chi whispered, staring down at her hands, which where folded in her lap.
"Don't worry Chi. Vegeta wont hurt her", Goku whispered into Chi Chis ear, placing a strong hand on her shoulder. Chi Chi stared up at Goku, and was surprised to see his eyes where full of remorse and concern. Though she wanted to recoil from this lying mans touch, she also wanted him to never let go; his strong arm felt as though it was supporting her whole body right now, and it was a big comfort. "Thanks", Chi Chi whispered, her eyes starting to well up with tears. This whole ordeal had been so much for her to handle, and just now, she felt as though it was all weighing down on her. Her best friend was gone, she was away from home... and... she was starting to become friends with a man who had kidnapped herself and her friends, and lied about himself completely when she was just becoming ready to trust him. The man she was trying to manipulate; trying to seduce over to her side; the man.. that she was lying too. I'm just as bad as he is, she thought, resting her head on Gokus shoulder, and shutting her eyes.
Bulmas eyes jolted open, as she heard Vegetas loud, cursing voice pulsing through her eardrums. "What's going on", she grumbled, squinting, as her eyes adjusted under the early morning sun. They had been travelling all night, and she had slept through most of it; too exhausted to stay awake a moment longer. Once her eyes had adjusted, Bulma noticed she was being carried into an old, broken down and abandoned looking building. The whole front of this particular building had been blown to pieces. Vegeta soon placed her down, now that she was awake and could stand herself. "You have to stay here woman. Something has happened here. You're safer waiting for me; there are a lot of people after you right now, so you better do as I ask. Unless, of course, you want to die", threatened Vegeta, a stoic look on his usually mocking, cruel face.
"Vegeta.. Is everything okay", asked Bulma, confusion threaded through her voice.
"Just wait here. I'll come back for you. Stay hidden, and don't talk to anyone. Woman, I'm asking you to do this, not for myself, but for you. You will die if you get to far from me", Vegeta told her, before turning away from her, and heading into the building. Bulma stood dumbstruck in the same spot, staring at his re-treating figure. WHAT the hell was that all about, she wondered, her brow furrowed in confusion. This was just getting weirder by the minute; Kidnapped once, then kidnapped again, from the kidnappers BY their partner, and having the kidnapper; that unfeeling, selfish Vegeta, actually tell her too look after herself. Though, his face was free of any feeling, his voice spoke volumes to Bulma. Something was up; it was very out of character for Vegeta to care for anyone but himself. As much as Bulma wanted to run away right now; run, and call the police, and go home, and see Yamcha and her Dad, something pulled her to stay. She wanted; no, she HAD to find out what was going on. She had always been the adventurous type, so she knew, that if she left now, she would forever wonder what was going on. Bulma cautiously stepped over the debris, which was scattered around the building, making her way inside. It seemed like any old and abandoned building; dark hallway, old bottles, musty aroma. But, there was a sense of tension; Vegeta had felt it, and now, Bulma could feel it as well. Bulma quietly crept through the dark hallway, heading forward, until she reached a door, which stood ajar. Bulma silently pushed the door open, careful not to make a sound. But, when Bulma opened the door, she could not hold back her gasp. There, pilled up, where bodies; not just one or two bodies; at least 100. Blood was coating the walls and floors, and the stench of death was to overcoming. Bulma felt as though she was going to be sick, when she noticed one figure which was still standing; alone; in the corner. "I told you to stay outside", Vegetas voice pierced the silence, causing Bulma to jump. His voice was blank and empty; as though he did not care in the slightest.
"What... how did.... where is this place", Bulma stammered, swallowing back the bile which was rising in her throat.
"This is the Saiyan Viper Headquarters. Well, what's left of it", Vegeta replied, his voice remaining stoic, as though he didn't care. But, somehow, Bulma could sense, that this whole situation had taken its toll on him. Even if he was a cold-hearted bastard who killed without remorse, everything he had worked for in his life had just been destroyed. Bulma knew how important this gang was to these Saiyans; and she had only been with them for a few days. The way they spoke about it, as though it was what they lived for; what they worked to succeed in. "I'm sorry Vegeta", Bulma mumbled, looking at him, eyes full of sympathy.
"I don't need your sympathy woman. I'm still alive, so it doesn't matter to me", Vegeta told her, as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed to his chest. Bulmas jaw dropped in shock; was this guy for REAL?
"You... cold bastard", Bulma whispered, shaking her head at him. The next thing Vegeta done caught Bulma completely off guard; he laughed. Not just a chuckle, but a full fledged, insane burst of laughter.
"WOMAN! YOU WOULDN'T KNOW THE HALF! Those Kolds may have thought they had won, but I am always one step ahead of them", Vegeta yelled through his laugh, smirking his same old mocking smirk.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You've flipped Vegeta! What the hell are you talking about", Bulma snapped, backing away from where Vegeta stood.
"Well woman, the Kolds where here looking for something; something that wasn't here! I bet that pissed that green freak Zarbon off", Vegeta told her, a huge smirk on his face.
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Mrs Briefs' sobbed uncontrollably into her husband's chest, her usual happy go lucky personality forgotten at the present time. "My baby", she squealed, pounding her delicate fists into her husbands stomach.
"There, there honey. They won't hurt Bulma; they can't hurt Bulma", Dr Briefs re-assured his wife, stroking her blond, curly locks of hair.
"How do you know", she bellowed, her sobs growing more violent by the second.
"This is how I know", he mumbled, standing up, and leading his wife too his laboratory. He came to a large computer screen, and he pressed several buttons, resulting in the screen flashing on, and a video beginning to play. On the screen, was a huge, bald headed man. "We have your daughter Briefs. Now, unless you want to be childless, I'd pay good attention. Some of our members are coming by your complex; you have to give them what they ask for. Then, you have to work on your weaponry. We need something strong enough to take out the Kolds. This is the Saiyan Viper headquarters, signing off. Do as we say Briefs, or the girl gets it", the voice drawled, a cruel glint in the mans coal-black eyes. This resulted in even more sobs from Mrs Briefs, which where moments later interrupted by the doorbell. Dr Briefs lead his grief stricken wife to the couch, before opening the door. There, standing outside, was Yamcha and Marron, Bulmas friends. Before Dr Briefs could say a word, Yamcha began to talk. "Dr, I want to help find Bulma! I'll do anything to help! Do you have any idea where she could be", Yamcha asked, his voice full of concern and guilt. Dr Briefs contemplated this momentarily, before nodding, and inviting the pair in.
"I want to help too, Doc", Marron twittered, a huge, flirty grin gracing her porcelain features. Dr Briefs ignored this, before leading the pair down to his lab.
"Watch this, Yamcha, Marron", he told them, switching on the video. The pair watched it; well, Yamcha did anyway, Marron, just stood there, gazing out the window.
"Find that man. He might have some information on my dear Bulmas whereabouts. But, whatever you do, DO NOT get the law enforcement involved! They will kill Bulma on the spot, if they think the Police are involved. You will both need to be discreet about this", Dr Briefs told them, a serious look on his usually happy face.
"We are SO on the job Doc! We will totally save Bulma", Marron said, flicking her hair behind her ears. Marron then skipped from the room, and went to see Mrs Briefs; in turn, Marron began to sob with Mrs Briefs, the 2 girls hugging each other and whimpering on the couch.
"Yamcha. Are you sure its a good idea? Taking her", Dr Briefs queried the younger man, a dubious tone to his voice and expression.
"She insisted. She said she can't bare another second away from Krillin", Yamcha mumbled, scratching his head and blushing.
"Well, it's your choice. Be careful son", Dr Briefs spoke, in a voice of pride; as well as concern.
"I won't let you down", Yamcha replied, laying a hand on the shoulder of his girlfriends worried father.