last chapter! i hope you have enjoyed this story as much as i have. thanks to all of you guys that have reviewed, i appreciate it! i am immediately starting on a new story. i'm going to type up the first few chapters in advance, so it might be a couple few weeks, but it will come! and once again, no offense to any foreigners reading this. i know you guys are nice, please dont take offense. enjoy and review!
Bulma was out of Frieza's hands.
That was all that mattered. Sure she had severe wounds and excessive bleeding, but she was alive.
Now, they had to get out.
That would not be an easy task, considering Frieza had no intention of allowing them exit.
"Frieza, you'll pay for this!" Goku yelled as he watched his sister struggle to survive. 18 and ChiChi were currently bandaging her up as good as they could.
A wicked laugh echoed through the air. Anger and rage intesified in the three young males surrouding the duo in the middle of the room. Seeing their loved one in such a state had pushed them over the edge. While Krillin hid himself well behind a stack of crates, Goku, Vegeta, and Turles prepared to charge Frieza and Zarbon.
They would not make it out alive, not today.
The three of them cocked their guns, ready for anything.
Frieza watched them, knowing full well what they were planning. His plan was going as it should. He watched in what felt like slow motion as they all raised their guns to shoulder level and fired numerous times.
Each bullet hit it's target.
Four in Frieza's chest.
Two in Zarbon's head.
Frieza knew he would die today. He also knew the blue-haired bitch would die as well. He had achieved his goal.
The girl would go alongside him and his henchmen to the pits of hell.
He welcomed the pain he felt as his body came in contact with the smooth concrete floor. He didn't even attempt to break his fall. He knew Zarbon was dead before he even hit the floor. The fool didn't see it coming. He never was good at this business. He knew he had little time. He could feel the blood pooling out around him, soaking through his jacket.
From his position on his side, he was in perfect view of Bulma. The other whores, the blonde and black haired ones, were attempting to save her.
How sweet.
Maybe they would die as well?
As his vision blurred, he pulled his own small handgun from his suit pocket, where he had put it moments before for safe keeping. He clicked the safety off. He had two bullets in the chamber. He had put them in there that morning.
With shakey hands, he aimed the barrel for Bulma's head, seeing as the other two were bent over her torso. It took all the energy he had to pull the trigger.
The shot rang throughout the silent room.
It was like time altogether had stopped.
A scream pierced the air and an obstruction blocked Frieza's bullet before it met with it's destination. A cry of pain was heard before the sound of a body smacking against the concrete reached his ears.
Fuck.
Someone had taken the bullet for her. Well, it wouldn't be the first thing he had ever failed at.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the mess of black hair he knew to be either Kakarott or Turles. Always saving the day, those two.
Oh well. He sighed and choked as blood filled his mouth. It pooled around his head and he lost focus of his vision. Accepting the fate he had been dealt, Frieza allowing one last smile to grace his ruby lips before he took one last breath. He didn't make a single move after that.
Twenty feet away from where Frieza lay dead, Turles lay clenching his chest in pain. Goku and Vegeta ran to his side, Krillin not far behind.
Goku held his shoulders and rested his upper body in his lap, tears forming in his eyes. Turles struggled to stand, but Goku pushed him back down.
"Stay still. Help is on the way." His voice cracked as he heard the sirens in the distance, glad his girlfriend had thought to contact someone. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he watched his cousin's life force drain from his body.
"Don't die. Come on Turles, don't die, not now!" He clutched Turles tighter to his chest, keeping pressure on his wound.
Turles smiled sheepishly and looked over Goku's shoulder to see Bulma staring at him from her position in 18's lap. Tears were pouring down her face as well, azure eyes filled with sorrow and pain. He smiled at her as his eyes fluttered.
"No!" Goku gripped his faded black shirt with one hand and burried his face in it. "Don't you die on me. Please, I can't do this without you." His voice dropped to a whisper as he sobbed into Turles' shirt.
"K-kak-arott," Turles stuttered out, blood dripping from the side of his mouth, "take g-good care of B-Bulma f-for me."
Goku's sobs got louder. "NO! Don't you dare say that! You're going to be fine!"
Turles shook his head, finding it harder to breathe with every passing second.
"I l-love you, you were like a b-brother Kakarott. Tell Bulma I love her." He took one last raspy breath, blood mixing with his words as he spoke them in Goku's ear.
Goku held his still body in his arms, a silent scream escaping his mouth and filling the air. He held Turles to his chest and sobbed, whispering for his cousin to wake. On the sidelines, ChiChi was silently crying to herself while Krillin and Vegeta watched on in sorrow. Krillin was on the verge of letting his tears fall as he watched the sad scene. Tears welled in Vegeta's eyes as well. He considered Turles a good friend. They had grown close over the past few months. A lone tear fell down his cheek before he hastily wiped it away. 18 was cradling Bulma as she too wept. Still in an almost critical condition, she could do little to comfort her brother. She merely watched them, not caring that the others saw her crying.
Not long after Turles took his dying breath, the sirens came to a stop outside of the doors. Yelling and gun shots were heard minutes before the doors were kicked open. Several men in uniforms rushed in, weapons at the ready. Paramedics came in and took the dead bodies away, while CSI agents surveyed the scene. A few agents pulled aside 18, ChiChi, Krillin, and Vegeta for questioning while Bulma was hooked up inside an ambulance. When they tried to take Turles' body from Goku's grasp, his cries became louder as his hold became tighter. It took a lot of persuasion from the medics and one look from Vegeta for him to let go and turn to crying on the shoulder of his best friend.
They watched from the back of an ambulance as the scene was analyzed and evidence was taken. It had been about an hour since they had been told to sit and wait for further instruction. Each one glared as Frieza and Zarbon's bodies with hate as they were hauled off in body bags and put in an FBI van.
"So, what now?" Krillin asked as he wrapped his arms around 18, who pulled her blanket tighter around herself.
"I don't know." Goku answered truthfully as he eyed the scene intensely. His face was red and his eyes puffy from crying. ChiChi was snuggled in his lap, dozing off. Vegeta, who was on Goku's right side grunted.
All of them had looks of sadness and pain etched across their faces. Bulma had been airlifted to a nearby hospital not long ago and they had yet to hear from the doctors. Both Goku and Vegeta had thrown a fit when they were informed they could not accompany her. Rather than argue with professionals, they opted to sit and brood in silence.
Their faces lit up a tad bit when someone walked over to them and said they would be taken to Bulma's hospital soon. Five minutes later they were ushered to a helicopter and flown to the hospital. When they arrived, Bardock was waiting for them in the ER. One could tell he had been crying as well from his bloodshot eyes. As he spotted his son, he embraced him in a tight hug. Vegeta and the others trail behind a bit, giving the two their space.
"I'm so sorry, son." He whispered as his tears flowed once more. Goku merely nodded and hugged his father tighter.
Someone clearing their throat brought them out of their embrace. A medium height man with short brown hair was standing before them. A pair of glasses was perched on the bridge of his nose and a stethoscope was wrapped around his neck.
"Mr. Son?" he asked. His voice was soft and comforting.
Bardock nodded. They shook hands and he continued on.
"I have some good. Your daughter is in stable condition and will make a wonderful recovery, physically." A wide grin spread across his face as he relayed the news.
Bardock and Goku both let a grin spread across their faces as well. Behind them Vegeta smirked and ChiChi and 18 squealed as they hugged each other. Krillin patted Vegeta on the back and smiled up at him.
The doctor checked the clipboard in his hands and frowned.
"I do have some bad news as well. From her brain scans, we have found that she has suffered from severe psychological damage." All their faces fell at the news.
"Will it be permanent?" Bardock asked, his voice wavering a bit.
The doctor gave him a look of pity. "I cannot say at this point in time. Given the circumstances I'm not entirely sure, it all depends on how strong her mind is. She will be transported back to the states within the next hour or so." With that, he nodded and walked away, his prestine white lab coat flowing behind him.
"Well son, let's hope Bulma's as strong as we think she is." Bardock stated as he put his hand on Goku's shoulder. The teen nodded as he watched the doctor walk away, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Of course she is. She's a Son after all." Father patted son on the back as they both chuckled a bit, the others laughing as well.
"You're right, Kakarott. You are completely right."
The sun was setting beyond the hospital windows in the distance. The crisp twilight air washed around the tall building in a gentle caress. On the rooftop a figure crouched on the ledge, dressed in grey pants and a black hoodie.
"You may have gotten away this time, but I will find you. Both of you."