sorry i havent updated. ive been sick and i just got my internet back on. i know this is a short chapter, but alittle is better than none right? im honestly going to try to update more often to finish this story up. its almost done r/r!
Disclaimer: don't own.
Three weeks had passed since anyone had last seen Bulma. Four days after her disappearance, the police and FBI had put her on the 'Missing Persons' list, along with Zarbon on the 'Most Wanted' list. The residents of Marshall County were in a frenzy as they tried to think of places their friend could possibly be.
"Damnit! Where could that bastard have taken her?" Goku yelled as he paced his living room floor. The rest of the group was crowded around him. His mind was in a whirl. He has dark circles under his eyes and he looked pale and sickly. Turles and Vegeta looked similar in appearance, yet more controlled with their emotions. He had no idea as to where Zarbon had taken his sister. The topic of whether it had been Zarbon or not had been quickly squashed when Turles and Goku both assured them that he was the only person they knew who owned a pendant like the one found. He had ran all the places he knew Frieza knew of through his head, contemplating on which was the greatest probability. There was only one place they hadn't looked.
"What about that one place you mentioned?" Krillin spoke up as he looked to his dishevealed form.
Goku shook his head as he continued with his relentless pacing.
"No, I don't think she would be taken there. Whoever is behind this wouldn't have taken her that far."
"Where is this again?" Tien asked as he and Launch watched. They had been filled in a couple of days after prom, the news of a missing Bulma devastating them as well as Yamucha. Though the scarred teen didn't hang around much, thanks to Bulma, he still checked in every know and then.
"In Germany. A little village outside of Berlin. Frieza had a pretty big base there as well. Sold shoes." Turles answered when Goku failed to reply.
"Why so far away?" ChiChi asked as she looked between Turles and Goku with a confused expression.
Goku shrugged.
"They're determined, ruthless, and drink like no one i've ever seen. Frieza enjoyed entertainment, they provided it. Besides, the police there aren't really serious because most residents follow the law like Kami himself made it."
They all nodded in understanding except Vegeta.
"Kakarott. You're stupider than I thought if you honestly believe she isn't there." Vegeta glared at him, the whole situation putting him in an already worse mood than he usually was. A confused look crossed Goku's face.
"What do you mean?"
Vegeta's eyes narrowed, "It's halfway across the country. The police is shitty. Those fucking germans aren't going to help foreigners. Why wouldn't he take her there, it's fucking perfect. He probably knew you wouldn't go there!" he seethed as he was given oblivious looks.
"I don't know," Turles stated, "Frieza never worked like that-"
"-it doesn't matter how he USED to work, the bastard is dead now and someone has Bulma! Don't any of you give two shits where she is? For all we know, she's being raped at this very moment by some weird Aussie who doesn't know what two plus two is! If we don't find her soon, she could very possibly die!" Vegeta was panting by now, his face flushed red with his anger. Everyone was staring at him with weary eyes, startled by his sudden outburst. It seemed if he ever wanted anything done, he had to do it himself.
"Now, i'm going to get on a plane in a few hours and go to Germany to get the most important part of my life. Either you're coming or you're not." He looked each teen present in the room in the eye, getting his point across.
Goku sighed heavily as he plopped into the plush red chair seated by the fireplace. He put his fingers to his temples and rubbed gently, trying to put his gnawing headache to rest. He closed his eyes and frowned. When he reponed them, his eyes met with Vegeta's. After an intense moment of eye contact, Goku looked away.
"You're right. Let's go get her."