Hey guys! Sorry it's taking so long to update. So, we're getting kicked out of our house. Fine by me, our landlord is a dick. Anyway, onto chapter three!
"Guys, I've got to use the bathroom," Bulma groaned as she stood up. She mocked a child holding its bladder, slightly bouncing from one foot to another. "I'll be back, okay?"
"I'll go with you," Eighteen said, but as she started to stand up, she was cut off by a shake of the head from the blue haired genius.
"No," she said," I know how Chi Chi is in crowds; you need to stay with her. Besides, I saw the bathroom on the way in. I know where to go. Just save my seat for me, girls!"
Before either of her friends could interject, Bulma was already making her way through the crowded stadium, setting her sights on the staircase that led down to the main floor. Their night had been great so far. After watching three matches, Bulma had found that she was really getting into this sport. It was violent, something that she had never really taken a liking to. Blaming it on the soft ways of her ex boyfriend, she had decided that she really needed to open up the door to new possibilities and experiences.
As she wandered down the staircase, a cold chill crept up her spine. It feels...it feels like I'm being watched. What the hell? There's a ton of people here..I don't see anyone looking at me anyway. It felt as though someone was staring a hole into her. No matter where she looked, however, nobody seemed to be looking directly at her. Other than the occasional passerby who would nod or smile, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I really need to get out more often; I'm getting paranoid by just being alone. After using the restroom and walking back out into the hall, she began to walk down the corridor, only to be roughly thrown to the ground.
"What the hell?!", she screeched as her chin met with the concrete. Her eyes watered up with the pain of the rough landing. Attempting to roll onto her back to confront the idiot who had shoved her, she yelled, "Just who the hell do you th-" However, she was cut off when a hand connected with her mouth in a very painful hit. Suddenly, she was shoved back onto her stomach, and she felt her hands as they were roughly tied together. Something had been shoved into her mouth, eliminating the screams that were erupting from her pink lips. Why didn't I fucking let Eighteen come with me?! Stupid, Bulma! Stupid, stupid!
Losing her senses, a foreign voice reached her ears, "Take her out back to the car, boys."
She felt herself being dragged along the floor, and could only see a pair of expensive looking black shoes as they followed her. Once they had made it out of the back door, Bulma was roughly turned onto her back, and her eyes widened impossibly. Three men stood in front of her, and they didn't look to be toyed around with.
The man on the far left must have been the one who had shoved her. He was obese, and that was putting it lightly. His hair was a pretty uncommon color for a male; pink. His face reminded Bulma of a pug, only pugs were cute in her book; this man was far from it. A sick smile was plastered on his chunky face.
Standing on the far right, a well built young man glared at her. His hair was dark green, and hung in a loose braid over his shoulder. A scowl was present on his face, and he looked bored.
In the middle of the two men, a well muscled man stood. His skin was a sickly pale, and he had a deep purple buzz on top of his head. What really tripped Bulma out the most were his eyes; he looked to be wearing a shade of dark eyeliner, and his eyes were a blood red. That's not normal...not normal…Then it spoke.
"Bulma Briefs. How wonderful it is for you to join us on this cold night. I must say; you are well dressed for this occasion, aren't you my dear?" When she didn't reply, only because she couldn't, he laughed. "Oh, silly me. How could I expect an answer? Well, as my father used to tell me, a woman is at her best when her mouth is shut. Enough of this small talk, though. You see, at this moment, one of my henchmen is on his way to pick us up. It would be too much trouble if I would have driven myself; can't have anyone stealing my license plate number. Oh ho! I've done my research on you, Miss Briefs, and I understand that you are considered The smartest woman in the world. In this case, your father and mother should be more than willing to pay a ransom for you; no matter the cost. You now belong to me, until further notice. Should you decide to run, well, you will be killed. Until your family is contacted, you will aid in the production of our weapons, or if anything else needs to be fulfilled. My assistant, Zarbon here, has been promised a session with you once we enter the car. Furthermore…"
Anything else that the man was saying fell on deaf ears as Bulma's eyes widened with shock. A...session? What the fuck? They're...they are going to rape me...this is all my fault. We should have gone as a group. I'm going to die here..
"The ride is here, Zarbon. Grab our new guest," the purple haired man stated. Bulma's heart sank as the green haired man approached her. He's the one? Oh God...this is bad. This is really bad.
If Bulma's eyes were wide before, they were the size of saucers now. In one split second, Zarbon was tackled to the ground by an unseen force. "Mmmmhhhmmmmmm!", Bulma let out a muffled scream as she felt herself being pulled up. A sense of relief washed over her as she felt her hands being untied. As soon as her hands were freed, she pulled the gag out of her mouth, which turned out to be a balled up rag.
She looked onto the ground, where a man sat on top of Zarbon, punching his face in. "Yes ma'am. We are at Four Star Stadium right now. An attempted kidnapping has just taken place. We have the victim with us, and she is safe. It seems the main force behind the operation has fled, but we do have one of the henchmen here." Bulma turned to the sound of a man behind her, and noticed a rather tall, well built man talking on a cell phone. He gave her a goofy grin, and she suddenly felt safe. As he continued to speak, she realized that he had called the police. "No ma'am. They fled. However, my buddy currently has one of the henchmen pinned to the ground as we speak. Well, we were actually about to go inside when we saw a car creeping into the alley, so we decided to investigate. Actually, yes we are. We missed our turn and everything, I think. Goku. Yeah, that's me! Five minutes? Sure, we've got it under control. Thank you, ma'am. I'll be sure to speak to the victim. Bye."
"So, you alright?", the man asked her, that goofy smile still on his face. His hair stood up everywhere, and Bulma just felt at ease with him. "That could have been really bad. I'm glad we found you when we did."
"I'm wonderful now! Thank you so much, um, what's your name?", Bulma inquired, her eyes twinkling with question.
He laughed, "Oops, I'm Goku. I guess I should explain. You see, my buddy and I were actually headed on our way to the back door, and we just happened to notice a black car headed down the alley way. So, we decided to venture down a little bit to see what was going on. That's when we saw you laying there, and we devised a plan. I was told to get you out of the way while he attacked the man who was advancing on you. Oh yeah. Vegeta! The nice cop on the phone said not to hurt him to bad! They need to question him!"
Bulma whipped her head to the side, just in time to see the man who attacked Zarbon stand up. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest when he turned to face them. He was beautiful in every manly way possible. His jet black hair stood in a flaming point on the top of his head, and he had a very prominent widow's peak. A frown was plastered on his well chiseled face, and Bulma couldn't tell whether his eyes were a dark brown or not; they looked as black as his hair. He was insanely well toned, and though he looked to be just a tad bit taller than herself, he had an air about him that made him look to tower above even Goku, who was pretty damn tall. His skin was tanned by the sun, but not so much that he looked leathery. Vegeta...wow.
He pulled Zarbon up by the collar of his shirt, and Goku was quick to take the ropes used on Bulma, and tied the man to the street light that stood close. "You should get your chin looked at; it's bleeding. Did they get you anywhere else?", Bulma nearly jumped out of her skin when Vegeta had silently approached her.
"N...no," she sighed, "I mean they did throw me on the floor pretty hard, but it's probably just bruised. I'll talk to the cops and see what I should do. Um, thanks, by the way. You were pretty tough, like you knew what you were doing. Adrenaline rush?"
He shook his head, "No. Kakarot and I are both professional boxers. That's why we noticed you; we were headed in for our match, and we noticed your distress. So we missed our match and saved your life. What's a little girl like you doing out in an alley way? Don't you know it's dangerous around here at night?"
"Excuse me? You think I'm stupid enough to go walking around in a creepy ass alley by myself? And at night?", she growled, feeling flustered at the snide tone that Vegeta spoke to her in, "I just happened to be on my way to use the bathroom. When I came out, I was attacked; like it was planned or something. And for your information, I was attacked because I'm the heir to Capsule Corporation! I didn't ask you to miss your match to save my ass! They only wanted me for ransom money, anyway."
Vegeta's eyes widened just a bit before resuming their careless arch. "Well, you're lucky we showed up when we did. You were probably going to be raped. Ransom money or not, that's not something you'd want to live with. You really need to get some muscle on those bones. With your status, this could happen more often than you think; especially in America. If you are who you say you are, then you should be smart enough than to walk around defenseless."
"Bulma!", the sound of Chi Chi's voice reached her ears only seconds before her friend flew into her, hugging her with all her might, "Oh my God! Are you alright? You look awful! What happened?"
Eighteen ran over to her as well, and Bulma shakily began to explain. When she finished, her friends looked terrified. Before they could speak, however, three police cars pulled into the alley way, sirens blaring and lights flashing. This is going to be such a long night….