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Chapter 4 - Out of Reach
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Bra wasn't back yet,and Bulma wasn't answering her phone. Normally he wouldn't call Bulma to check up on her, or if he did and she didn't answer he wouldn't really care, but with the recent attacks he wasn't taking any chances with his family's safety.
And Bra wasn't even five minutes late but every minute made him more and more worried.
He glanced down at the blasted phone the woman had gotten him for his birthday and tried again to call her. Again the infernal voicemail message greeted him.
Vegeta scowled, stuffing the phone back in his pocket and grabbing his black jacket from the back of the chair. He was going to pop his head in the door of the infirmary on the way out to check on Trunks, grab Bra and if Bulma hadn't called him back by then he'd grab her as well.
Just before he reached the infirmary he sensed it. Bra's ki rising; Bra had been told to raise her ki only if she was in extremely dangerous situations. Right now she was moving further and further away.
A kidnapping.
Vegeta burst into the infirmary and in an instant was at Trunks's bedside. "Get up!" Vegeta snarled, ripping off the blanket. Now was not the time for tact.
Trunks shot up instantly, "What is it?" He moaned,massaging his temple.
Vegeta shot a glare at his son, "I need you to check up on your mother, boy." Vegeta stopped, cold dread filling him as something struck him. Because the woman's ki was so low he hadn't noticed before but her ki seemed a bit more faint than was usual. It was around the level she had when sleeping… or by extension if she was unconscious.
"Now!" Vegeta roared. Trunks looked like he wanted to complain but stopped when he saw his father's face, something was wrong.
Trunks pulled his shoes on and tied the laces as Vegeta continued, "I'm going after Bra, remember bring your mother straight home and then protect your grandparents."
Vegeta dashed out of the room and down the hallway, he fired a ki blast at the wall. The woman was sure to bitch about it later… but he'd prefer the woman bitching at him instead of him staring at her corpse and glassy blue eyes.
He jumped out the hole and blasted through the sky. Bra would be easy to find, her ki was like a beacon among the rest of the weaklings in West City. Bulma on the other hand would be much harder to pinpoint and Vegeta would've prefered to go after her himself, but the blasted woman had made him promise to pick their daughter over his wife if it came down to it.
The Saiyan Prince ascended to Super Saiyan and increased his speed. His teal eyes narrowed in anger as he grew closer to Bra and whoever had taken her.
Seconds later he finally caught sight of the kidnapper's van in the distance and cracked his knuckles.
No one messed with his daughter and lived.
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The van swerved at the corner of the road, an ear-piercing sound echoing through the city. Vegeta wasn't going to be outmaneuvered so easily. Just a few more seconds of high speed flying and he'd catch up with the van in no time. The van didn't show any sign of stopping but Vegeta didn't seem to mind. He was going to enjoy killing its occupants.
The drivers knew that he was still on their tail; no matter how much they tried to get away the Saiyan Prince always seemed to detect their every move.
"Damn it!" hissed one of the drivers in annoyance. He turned to his comrade, "Just shoot him!"
His friend didn't have to be asked twice, his pistol was already loaded. He started firing, the sound of gunfire roaring over the noise of the van's engine. The bullets flew towards Vegeta, he gave a smirk as he dodged all the bullets in a series of air movements. The driver kept shooting, but it was no use.
"No more playing around" snarled Vegeta and before they knew it he had vanished from sight.
Suddenly one of them slammed on the brakes; Vegeta stood right in front of the van, arms crossed in his particular fashion. The men were speechless. A few choked noises left their mouths but they couldn't manage any words. Vegeta jumped up onto the hood of the van and stared at them with his burning teal eyes.
"I'll tell you punks once" he warned. "Touch my family again and you're in for a world of pain. Got it?"
The men couldn't move, until Vegeta slammed his foot into the hood of the van, crushing it like a tin can. The men jumped and dashed out of the van. One made his escape, crying in panic as he did, Vegeta decided to knock the other out. He slung the unconscious man over his shoulder.
'Maybe I'll get some info from this one...'
Bra was still in the back of the van, silently crying to herself. She wanted to get out of there, back to her mum or dad. She buried her head in her hands. Suddenly the door was thrust aside like cardboard and she heard a voice.
"You alright?"
Bra cried in relief "DADDY!"
She jumped into Vegeta's arms, causing the Prince to be taken aback. He put her down, he still had his pride to look after. But after seeing the tears streaming from his daughters eyes he couldn't help but hug her back. Even if it was just a small one. He picked up the unconscious man and his daughter and flew to the safety of Capsule Corp. He trusted that his son would be able to get Bulma back, but a giant weight seemed to be lifted now that his girl was safe once again.
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After his father's speedy exit, Trunks finished tying his shoes and ran to the nearest window. He opened it with a groan of pain from his sore muscles, but he ignored it as well as he could before flying out of the window. The young prince descended to the sidewalk, and began to search for his mother's ki.
'It's so weak...' he thought, his eyes frantically searching the busy roads and streets of West City. 'Come on Mom...' Trunks bit the inside of his cheek anxiously as he searched through ki's of every car that passed by him.
"There!" he exclaimed aloud to himself, causing onlookers to glance at him curiously. "What are you looking at?" he snapped before sprinting to the large, black van that held his Mother inside.
A man in the passenger seat looked in the rear view mirror and caught Trunk's stare, and his eyes widened and he began to speak frantically to his partner.
The lavender-haired boy smirked at the man's fear, and began to pick up his pace. "Gah!" Trunks exclaimed with a wince as he forced his sore muscles to work faster. "This was not a good idea," he mumbled to himself as he took a quick glance at his legs.
When the boy looked back up, the black van took a sharp left and Trunks' smirk fell. "Oh no you don't!"
Trunks ran onto the street. chasing after the van with reckless abandon. A car in front of him slammed on his brakes.
"WATCH IT BUDDY, MOVE OUTTA MY WAY!" The driver yelled angrily, honking his horn at the warrior.
Trunks waved his hand at the man and rolled his eyes. The Saiyan hopped up onto the roof of a Mustang, and began to jump on every roof of vehicles that passed by to catch up to his Mother's captors.
The van took yet another sharp left, and Trunks jumped off the last roof of a car and began sprinting towards the van. His aching muscles slowed him down, and his breathing was short and heavy van appeared to distance itself from him, and Trunks gave one last final push to reach the van before it took a exhausted Saiyan fell to his knees and panted, attempting to receive all the air back in his lungs.
"MOM!" Trunks screamed. He hoped that she heard him.
And he hoped that she knew he tried.
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"How could you have been so idiotically stupid? Have I not trained you better than this?" Vegeta roared. Trunks winced, opening his mouth. His father continued before he had the chance to speak. "You had one job – one job! – to save your mother from weakling humans!"
"I tried, alright?" Trunks finally snapped.
Had the situation been different, the young boy would never have thought about talking back to his father. As things were, he had just survived an accident that would have killed any full-blooded human, even Krillin, and had also witnessed the kidnapping of his mother – he had come so close, so infuriatingly close to saving her. He was exhausted, miserable, and in pain and he just wanted to go home.
Tears pricked at his eyes. He valiantly fought them back; there was no need to give his father more of a reason to hate him than he already had.
Vegeta snarled, but bit back venom. The boy looked ready to fall apart – weak, disgustingly weak – and he had priorities to sort out. "Tell me everything you saw," he ordered curtly.
Once Trunks was done describing the vehicle and its occupants – Vegeta gritted his teeth at the thought of his mate being in the possession of those lowlifes – he told the boy to head back.
Trunks went, head hung in misery.
Watching his son's departure, Vegeta examined the facts closely. In hindsight, it was odd that the vehicle – a black van, he'd have to find out what that looked like – had been able to outrun and outmanoeuvre his son. Had this van been specially made?
Vegeta swore and walked down the street, he had to get away from his son for a , Vegeta wondered darkly, perhaps the van itself hadn't been specialized. Perhaps it was his son who was that made no sense. His son was able to go around the planet within the hour if he so chose – how had he lost sight of a low-tech Earthen vehicle?
Dread overtook him as he recalled the incident in the Gravity Room. Perhaps the kidnappings hadn't been the first move the enemy had made like he assumed . Perhaps it hadn't been a random attack on the children of the most successful woman in the world but something more.
Vegeta snarled, throwing his fist back to hit the building behind him. The fortunately abandoned structure fell in a heap of brick and mortar.
The unconscious kidnapper held captive in an unused room in Capsule Corporation was about to learn an important lesson.
They would pay. No one harmed the Saiyan Prince's family and lived.
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