Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All About Us ❯ Chapter 18 ( Chapter 18 )

In case anyone still reads this story:

OK, so I finally updated this story after…a really long time. There is no real excuse for it other than me being really busy with University and such.

I have to thank summer.snoboardr, however, for reminding me that I have a story to write. I have been working on this chapter on and off, but today I finally decided to post it no matter what.

 

I hope you enjoy this.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ.

 

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Chapter 17

 

It's was very dark outside and some time in between leaving and now it had started to rain. All Vegeta could see was some part of the road right before him that was illuminated by the car's headlights. He had the windshield wiper set on the highest notch, and yet it seemed like he could not see anything through the downpour. It was as of someone had turned off the light at…1 pm…?

 

He did not know where he was going or when they would have to stop, but one thing was for sure: he had to make sure of Bulma's safety. If he had to give his life for that, he would do it.

 

 

There was no doubt in him. He loved her. And he would keep her safe and sound.

 

Vegeta glanced over to Bulma. She had fallen asleep a long time ago. It was surely better that way. She had been so afraid when they left that he almost feared that she would be too afraid to move. Luckily that hadn't happened. Now all Vegeta had to do was find the perfect shelter. And he had to hurry up. A glance at the fuel gauge told him that he couldn't go much further without a refill…and he had no money.

 

He sighed deeply and prayed that the police had found Gero.

 

 

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It was raining. In summer. In Italy.

 

Eighteen hated being here. When she thought of Italy she imagined hot weather, and hot guys. Not policemen covered in mud looking for her friend. As soon as they had gotten of the plane they had been told that Vegeta and Bulma had bolted.

 

But now, that she saw how much the police cared about getting Gero, she felt bad for thinking so badly of her friend.

 

They had met the two men who were supposed to supervise the two lovers, but obviously they had failed. And now this manhunt had started. The police was hunting Gero and Eighteen and her friends were considering hunting Bulma and Vegeta. The only reason they were still at the mansion was that they were afraid of leading Gero to Bulma. And Goku was still stuffing his growling stomach.

 

What confused Eighteen though was how in the hell Vegeta and Bulma knew that Gero was close by…Someone had to have given them a hint, but as to whom she as clueless. It couldn't have been her parents, they would not have sent the others then. And the guards hadn't done it either. They were clueless themselves and had called the police for assistance.

 

Eighteen somehow knew that Vegeta had kept ties to someone of his old group, but she wasn't sure whom he would have kept close.

 

With weary eyes she observed her friends searching the room they had spent the last night in expecting to find something that would give them a hint to wherever the couple had fled.

When she entered that room, however, she was surprised to find it messy. Bulma would have left the room tidied up if she had planned to bold.

 

Eighteen doubted though that Vegeta or Bulma knew where this would lead them. Bulma would have never left a room in this kind of state if she hadn't been in a hurry.

 

 

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“FUCK!”

 

 

Vegeta threw the hood of the steaming car closed, cursing it to all seven hells and back.

 

They had been driving all morning and it was afternoon now. It hadn't stopped raining, but it wasn't too cold for comfort. Yet., this sucked big time. He had been trying to revive the overheated engine for over half an hour now. Bulma had meanwhile wandered off to find some water to wash and drink and most probably to she had pee as well. She could be happy that she hadn't been around right now because Vegeta was loaded, and he knew if she were around with that temper of hers they would get into a huge fight, during which he said things the he didn't really mean.

 

 

In all those years they had been friends they had had a million fights, and many of them had been because one friend had been annoyed for some reason or another.

 

While Vegeta kept trying to fix the engine he had to admit to himself that he had been selfish on many occasions. Then again…without Bulma he would probably never even had friends or anyone who cared about him…except for Goku that is.

 

Maybe he would even be dead by now.

 

It was no use to think of these things right now though.. He had to concentrate on getting himself and Bulma out of the country. Bulma might still not fully understand what it is that they're about to do, but surly she would do soon. Vegeta knew they would have to hide out until the maniac is in prison. Bulma is most likely thinking in terms of days or weeks, but Vegeta knew that it could easily be months or even years before they would be able to see their friends and family again.

 

They would have to change their names, get jobs and find a new home. Vegeta didn't want to live like that. He wanted to be able to live a real life.

 

And he didn't want Bulma to have to live in fear.

 

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“Ewwww”….

 

Bulma found herself starring disgustedly at the slug in front of her. She had always hated slugs. She didn't mind getting dirty. When she was younger she and Goku had often run off and played in the woods, and she had gotten dirty alright. It was alright for her to swim in still lakes that were half overgrown with algae, and she had long since learned to get aling with spiders…but she hated slugs!

 

However, right now, Bulma reminded herself, it had become time to befriend even those.

 

She had walked through the woods for quite some time now, but she had not managed to find a river or a puddle, or anything that slightly resembled water at all. Then again, she had this feeling that there had to be water close by, if the slugs where a sign to go by. Following the small path that she had been walking on, while watching carefully, so that she wouldn't step onto one of those slugs, she suddenly halted and listened.

 

Maybe, just maybe she had been hallucinating, but she could swear that she had heard the sound of flowing water.

 

There it was again!

 

Now, she was certain that she had heard it. Slowly she began to follow the sound to where she supposed the creek to be. And as she moved forward the sound began to become louder and louder. Pretty soon she found herself running towards the water. She was almost out of the brush and at the bank when she stopped abruptly.

 

Something wasn't right here…

 

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