I AM SO SORRY! I haven't updated in FOREVER. The folder I keep all of my DBZ things in such as pics, fics, videos, etc. was somehow deleted. After spending a few hours crying about it, I realized I had a copy on my flash drive. Too bad that the flash drive only had the first chapter of the story...And whatever I had written for this chapter was completely gone. I hope this won't happen again, and I'm so sorry.

Chapter 3

"Sorry lady, this is my last stop." The bus driver looked over his shoulder at 18, giving her an exhausted look. She sighed and nodded her head. Normally she would have threatened him to continue driving for a little while longer, but she understood. Slowly, 18 went step by step down the stairs of the bus and onto the sidewalk. 18 made her way under the tall streetlamp, illuminating the darkness of the night. The roar of the bus' engines started up, rolling down the street and out of sight. 18 examined her surroundings, trying to pinpoint her location. Turns out the bus driver's route ended a few blocks down from where she boarded. Everything was quiet, there wasn't another soul lurking around. She figured they were all out doing something important with their lives.

Directly behind where she was standing, 18 took notice of the small boutique. She approached the large glass window which protected the inside displays, and pulled her hat from her head. The streetlamp gave off just enough light for 18 to see her reflection in the window. This time, when 18 laid eyes on herself, she felt disgusted. Her silky blonde hair was hidden underneath a layer of grease, increasing the shine. From head to toe, she was coated in a light coating of dirt and grime. Showers were unobtainable at the moment, and seemed like they would be for a long time to come.

Normally when looking in the mirror, 18 felt one thing: pride. She was very proud and confident in her appearance, never would she let herself slip. When in tight situations, she did the best with what she could. Her thoughts reflected back to her fight with the Saiyan, Vegeta. It left her clothing considerably damaged, but she still managed to look great. A sick feeling overwhelmed her when she stared deeply at her reflection. This was not who she wanted to be, she refused!

CRASH! 18 pulled her hand back as she examined the gaping hole in the glass. Droplets of blood formed in various places on the surface of her skin. Pieces of glass fell to the ground, making a loud crashing sound. But that sound didn't even compare to the ear-piercing noise erupting from the inside of the store. The alarm sounded just as 18's hand made contact with the glass.

The blood trickled down her hand and dripped onto the ground. She sighed. Merely seconds later, flashing lights appeared down the end of the street. Two cop cars were quickly approaching the source of the alarm. The cars pulled up in front of the store, and the doors flung open. The policemen stood behind their car doors, aiming their guns at 18.

"It's her! The one from the wanted posters!" one cop announced.

Shit, she forgot to put her hat back on. She turned her body to face them completely and let out another deep sigh. 18's lips curled into a small smirk as she began levitating in the air. Before the cops could say another word, she was off. She mentally cursed herself for her stupidity, that was the last thing she needed. 18 brushed her hand up against her black vest, wiping off the blood.

As always, she had no planned destination. It didn't matter where she went as long as she was alone. Without realizing it, 18 had made it to the coast. Underneath her was the ocean, calm and peaceful. Minutes had passed, although it seemed like hours. 18 felt her head and eyelids growing heavy. Her body unconsciously began to descend, only to steady herself after making contact with the water.

18 flew until she could fly no more. She saw a small and seemingly deserted island up ahead. With no other alternative, she took the chance. With a loud thud, 18 made contact with the ground. Her body glided down from the sky, parallel to the sandy beach. Making no effort to keep clean, 18 collapsed down on the ground. Taking in deep breath, 18 closed her eyes and drifted into her own world of dreams.