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Chapter 8: The phone call.

_July 4th_

Dear diary,

I think I'm starting to have feelings for Vegeta, I don't think I love him, but still, (with the chance of him not loving me back), in his own way, he makes me happy...

I've been avoiding Vegeta today, I don't feel like facing him, especially after I practically told him that I loved him AND almost kissed him...

In my defense I must say he was getting closer for the kiss... right? I hope it wasn't me getting closer thinking that It was him doing the whole thing...

Either way, I am not ready to see him, so, I'm going to the mall now, I'm going to see if Chichi wants to come along...

Ahh! There's nothing like an afternoon of clothes shopping. Trying some nice clothes on, looking at yourself in the mirror and saying "Gosh! I'm hot!" Perfect self-esteem booster. It would have been more fun if Chichi were here… Bad Timing for Gohan to catch the flu I guess.

"Ok, enough of myself. Better go home and try to face Vegeta..."

I walk out of the mall, and as I prepare to pop my motorcycle out of its capsule, a hand from behind covers my face with a piece of cloth and suffocates me…

I wake up in a dark room; lightened by a single white light, right above my head. Where am I? My vision is clouded and the light is blinding me...

I'm sitting in a chair, gagged and with my hands and feet tied. Now, 2 people are walking towards me, both are wearing a ski mask. This is not good, Oh my Gosh! What are they gonna do to me! I am too young and pretty to die…! I try to break free but I can't, my hands are strongly tied.

"Calm down gorgeous, we are not going to hurt you." Says the big one, with a sarcastic deep voice. He has a very cold look.

"We just want… Your father's generosity." Says the second one. He looks at me up and down. "And maybe something else…" This last guy is smaller, and has one of those creepy pervert voices… He freaks me out.

I yell to them all the inappropriate words that can be think of, but I doubt they can understand anything I say, I'm still gagged.

The big guy calls on the phone.

A female voice answers it. Mom!

"I have a message to Dr. Brief… IF HE DOESN'T ANSWER THE PHONE NOW, I'LL KILL HIS DOUGHTER!"

Did he just say he is going to kill me…?

Then, I hear my Daddy's voice shouting on the phone.

"What have you done with my daughter? Where is she?"

"Don't worry old man; she is in one piece… for now."

"What do you want? …Money? How much?" Dad says trying to make a deal.

The guy with the creepy pervert voice, starts to circle me, like a vulture does with a dead animal …

"Now we're talking, I want 100 million Zenie, cash, deliver it 2 days from now. I want you to put the money in a black handbag, and hide it in the trash container behind the greenhouse of West City Park at midnight. If we see a cop, she's dead."

"What about my daughter."

"You'll meet us at the entrance of the greenhouse after you leave the money."

The pervert vulture squeezes the side of his gun on my face and sticks his nose on the back of my hair giving a deep inhale.

All the physical fears a woman can have against creepy perverted men came to me...

"Aaah!" I scream. "I'm freaking out!"

"Was that Bulma? If you put your dirty hands on her…!"

"She's fine, do we have a deal?"

"If she's fine I want to hear it from her."

The big bad guy turns to me. –Gorgeous, Daddy's on the phone. He says sarcastic.

Vulture guy takes my gag off and I yell from at the top of my lungs.

"DADDY, HELP ME, PLEASE... VEGETA...!" The Big guy takes the phone away from me.

"Do we have a deal?"

"You've got it."

With a grin in his lips, the Big guy hangs up.

Now, a sneak peek of Chapter 9: On my own!

As we get out of the living room we go into a corridor. There's one door on each side of me and one in front. The bathroom.

He unbinds my hands taking advantage by touching my butt. HE'LL PAY FOR THIS!

He leaves and I search the room. There's a tiny circle window high in the wall at the right of the sink… I wonder if my shoulders can fit through that thing…

The floor is made of ceramic, most of it is broken. I can use one of these broken tiles as a knife...

The sun has completely died and I think about my options...

SHOULD BULMA RUN AWAY OR WAIT FOR VEGETA?

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