Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball/Z/GT.
A/N: This is for the prompt: skating. I love using these unrelated prompts for this story. It's fun. Thanks for the reviewers, seems to be the same ones each update. More, please? Anyways, enjoy.
Skating
He couldn't stop pacing. Back and forth, like a caged lion, frustrated and uncertain. One hand ran through his hair roughly, the other clenched and unclenched. He just didn't know what to do. She was missing, her ki was undetectable, no one had seen her since the evening before, and the kidnappers were threatening her life if he didn't pay them. The money was no problem; the Saiyan prince was sure Dr. Briefs would pay the money without batting an eye if he knew the situation. No, it was a matter of principle. No one took his woman and got away with it.
Something rattled on the dresser across the room; Vegeta scowled at it and strolled over to investigate. It was the cell phone Bulma had forced on him, one he never took or used or acknowledged. Truth be told, he'd only accepted the damned thing to shut her up. Now it was lit up and buzzing, the display reading 'RESTRICTED CALLER.' Angrily, he snatched it up and flipped it open; it was another number that no one should be able to contact. Only Trunks, Bulma, and Dr. Briefs knew it even existed.
"Who is this?" he barked into the phone, already knowing who it would be.
"There's a skating rink in the southern part of West City. Bring the money in a black bag and leave it under the table with red sneakers on it. You have two hours before we start cutting."
The line went dead and Vegeta started shaking. No one threatened his woman without paying a certain price. No one.
A/N: REVIEW OR THEY START CUTTING