Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Bounty ❯ Coming Home ( Chapter 8 )

An: so sorry everyone that this took so very long but I think we're getting somewhere now. Thank you to everyone with suggestions! They help a lot ^.^

Now on to the fic!

Chapter 8

Coming Home

Two days later the pair found themselves deep in the slums of East Capitol City. The search for Vegeta was not going well, it seemed the dark prince covered his trail quite well. The Huntress glanced over at her partner out of the corner of her eye. After much deliberation she had decided to allow him to assist her on her search. After all, if he did try to pull anything she was confident that she could handle him with ease. She had after all, defeated him quite easily the first time he had betrayed her. Still she eyed him warily, for one never knows how much a person might change over the course of time. She turned her eyes back to the ground before her, they were in a rather seedy section of town, and one never could tell what kind of trouble you might end up in. They were at this moment, making there way back towards the classier sectors, as there search had been yet another dead end. She saw a bridge leading out of the city from the corner of her eye and it suddenly occurred to her that they were probably completely off track. The reason no one seemed to have information was because Vegeta had very likely never been here in the first place. She didn't think it likely that a prince would be hanging out in the slums, and East Capitol was certainly a shady city. She pondered, as she walked along the grim streets, whether the Black Wolfe was trying to lead her off track. She could not be sure, but her instincts seemed to be telling her something, and she new better then to ignore them. The huntress stopped and glanced back at her accomplice, "Yamcha he isn't in this town, we should move on. I think I may know where to find him and it isn't here. We need to go to West Capitol." She whispered the last words; She didn't want to go into that city.

He glanced over at her, he knew that that was where she had lived at one point, it always amazed him just how strong she really was. Stronger then he could ever hope to be.

And so the two made there way back to their hotel to gather what belongings they had. Yamcha arranged for a transport to pick them up the next morning and the two retired to their respective rooms for the night.

The next came in a torrent of rain and sleet. The dreary weather was a definite contrast to the bounty huntress' positive outlook. She was certain that Vegeta' hiding place lie in West Capitol City. She was not certain of exactly where within the massive city, but something just seemed to call her towards the west. The two ran as quickly as they could to their transport, which had arrived slightly behind schedule due to the inclement conditions. The pair quickly clambered into the sleek black hover car and Bulma whistled in appreciation at the luxurious interior. She briefly wondered where her accomplice was getting all his money. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye; she was definitely going to have to keep a careful watch on him.

Several hours later the sleek black hover car set down in front of one of the largest hotels in West Capitol City. Bulma sighed and stepped gracefully from the vehicle, a few people on the street glanced in their direction to see who was arriving. Bulma looked quite classy stepping out of the expensive car in her newly acquired clothes. She wore a long red chiffon dress that flowed about her ankles when she walked. The dress was cut low and she had a red shawl wrapped about her shoulders. Her short hair was adorned with a jeweled clasp that sparkled in the dimming light. Bulma walked up the steps of the expensive hotel, when she reached the top she turned around to wait for Yamcha, whom had insisted that they dress nicely. Why this was she wasn't sure, but she wasn't complaining, the majority of her new wardrobe consisted of expensive dresses in any case, and she had no qualms against trying them out. Calopia, though a trading planet, did not have dresses such as these and the huntress had been unable to resist purchasing several of the beautiful flowing gowns. She stood watching the sunset as Yamcha finally joined her on the stair.

"What took you so long?" she huffed, never removing her eyes from the sky.

"Sorry babe, I just had to make a call and pay the driver, you know business stuff."

"Yah well, whatever", she said, "Come on let's check in already." She turned quickly and headed into the hotel. He was definitely up to something she just knew it.

She was not at all pleased to discover that Yamcha had reserved but one room. "If you think that I am sleeping in the same bed as you, you are sorely mistaken Yamcha!"

"Aw common babe chill out! This is the only room I could get and besides I'm pretty sure that it has two beds lets just go have a look."

The two entered the room and Bulma was again amazed at the beauty and classiness of their suite. After a quick visual scan of the room, she growled low in her throat and spun on Yamcha. "You bastard there's only one bed!"

"I'm sorry babe its not my fault, like I said this was the only room they had available! Look it's a king sized bed, I'm sure we could share."

Bulma growled again and glanced over to the side where a large couch caught her eye. She turned to face him again with a smirk on her face, "No, I don't think so Yamcha. I know how you can be. So you", she said poking him in the chest, "Can sleep there," she smirked pointing to the sofa.

Yamcha looked crestfallen and far more then a little disappointed, but at least it was a soft couch, right?

Later that night Bulma lay in the large king-size bed plagued with a bad case of insomnia, it seemed no matter what she did she just could not fall asleep It was only 11:00 and she had always been a night owl, so it was no wonder that she couldn't sleep. She rolled over onto her stomach and sent the man on the couch an evil glare. She sighed; the human buzz saw certainly was not helping matters either. She briefly wondered how the hell she ever used to fall asleep when they had been lovers. She smirked lightly, "Oh that's right." Well that certainly wasn't going to happen tonight. She sighed dejectedly and clambered out of the large bed. If she couldn't sleep then she might as well make herself useful. She knew Yamcha was up to something and she didn't really want him to be there whenever she found the prince. Besides she had an urge to go out. She stepped into the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind her. She popped out her wardrobe and rummaged around until she found what she wanted. It was a long black skirt that fell just below her knees and a matching long sleeve black polo style silk top. She completed the out fit with a long golden pin striped jacket that lay just above the bottom of the skirt. She slipped on a pair of black heels and placed a hat upon her head. She stood back in front of the full-length mirror and admired herself. She had to admit she almost looked like a gangster from one of those old movies. She chuckled quietly at that before re-capsulizing her wardrobe and placing it in her jacket pocket. She exited the bathroom and quietly slipped out of their hotel room, there was a place that she needed to go

Bulma stood in the quiet moonlight gazing silently at a large abandoned building. She did not necessarily wish to return to this place but something called her and she felt that she must. She sighed and began walking slowly towards the building. It was an incredibly large dome mansion that had at one time been quite magnificent, but now it was worn, and cracks splintered up its sides. A good deal of ivy that had once been kept neat in the gardens now climbed high and adorned the walls in a thick green sheet. She wondered for a moment, if the electronically run doors would still function, as she pressed her hand to the panel beside the doorframe. To her relief, the doors slid open quite easily and silently. She sighed and took a step inside. She was home.

She walked slowly through the dark halls of the building that she had so long ago called home. Not much had changed since she had been gone. After her parents had been killed the building of course had gone to her and no one had touched it since that time. She walked up the stairs and pushed open the door of her old bedroom. Dust covered the furniture within and she sighed and sat down on the bed, picking up and tightly clutching a teddy bear that still sat upon the bed. Why had she come here she wondered, clutching the bear tighter still. She heaved a sigh and stood setting the bear back in its place and quietly leaving her childhood room. She walked onward through the corridors until she came to the door of her parent's room. This was a room that she could not bring herself to enter and so she averted her gaze and continued on. 'Where am I going anyway?' she wondered. "I don't know why I bothered to come to this place but, there's something here, I can feel it." Whatever it was that she seemed to sense, it pulled her farther into the corridors until at last she stood before the door of her father's office. She had never been allowed into his office and had always wanted to see what lie within. Her hand paused at the panel and she looked down, suddenly taking notice of something. There was a light coming from the crack beneath the door.

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