Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All of The People... ❯ Doubts and choises ( Chapter 13 )

 

Chapter XIII - Doubts and Choices… ( OMG! It's the chapter 13…gulp…it's THE number…)

 

The air in the cellar room was slightly tight. Okay, it was near panic and in irritation. Kakarott and Vegeta worked furiously to cut the ropes when Juuhachi and Kuririn were waiting for them to free themselves. A sudden scream stopped them.

 

“ OSCAR YOU IDIOT!!! I TOLD YOU WE ARE TURNING FROM WRONG PLACE!! NOW WE NEVER GET TO THE PICNIC AREA WHEN WE'RE IN MIDDLE OF THE NOWHERE!!!” A woman screamed with a high snobby voice.

 

“ But…honeyyyyy…you were the one reading the maaaaappp…”the man whined, obviously scared. The death silence filled the cellar.

 

“ WE LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE! WHO KNOWS WHAT KIND OF RIFFRAFF THERE ARE!”

 

“ Yes…deaaarrr…” A sound of car doors were being closed and then it sped away. The air in the cellar was still quiet. It was still dark and none could see anything. There had been a light shining from the open door but it was now as good as nothing, since it was what Kakarott guessed nearly 10.00 pm... This really had turned out to be a long tiring day. Or wait, was it almost two days?

 

Finally Kuririn's soft laughter broke the atmosphere. For a minute he laughed alone and then the others suddenly joined in. And to think they had thought Yamcha was coming but it was just apair of lost picnickers! ChiChi noted again involuntary that Kakarott had a nice laugh and it vibrated against her back too nicely…

 

Then Vegeta stopped laughing abruptly. ` Wait a fucking minute…' he thought and a vicious scowl made its way to his face as he realized something really stupid, though it did nothing since none saw it. “ FUCK!!” he bellowed startling the other occupants the great time.

 

“ What are ya bitching about!?” Kakarott asked frowning as Bulma and ChiChi cringed at the bad language they still hadn't gotten used to.

 

“ They could `ve freed us, damn it!! If their voices were heard here then our fucking voices would have been HEARD OUTSIDE TOO!!! AND THEY COULD HAVE COME AND RECUE US!!! FUCK IT!!!”

 

The awkward silence filled the room once again. Damn… And as in one Kakarott, Vegeta and Juuhachi burst out in tirade of curses and insult that are inappropriate even for people over 21…

 

“ HEY! WHY YOU DIDN'T THINK IT EARLIER…YOU…YOU SCUM!!” Bulma yelled to Vegeta in order to stop the abuse of her virginal ears and mind. The whole room stilled.

 

“ Maybe `cause ya were so STRESSED ABOUT THAT BASTARD YAMCHA!! YA BITCH!!” Vegeta growled back. Bulma was about to answer with her new found courage to speak back to rude people when Juu cut them off.

 

“ CUT IT OUT, GUYS!! HECK!! WE NEED TO GET OUTTA HERE BEFORE THAT IDIOT BASTARD OF ASSHOLENESS YAMCHA REALLY COMES!!”

 

“ And ya can get away from bloodthirsty killer roaches…” Kakarott smirked at ChiChi who blushed brightly. “ Look there's one right in front of ya!”

 

“ Where!!!??!?! Where!?!” she panicked. “ Wait a minute…you can t' see in front of me and there's so dark and…you FOOLED ME!”

 

“ Glad ya noticed gal…”he smirked wider.

 

“ Just…just cut the ropes will you!?!?” she seethed humiliated. None had ever dared to mess with her like this…who the hell he thought he was!!?

 

“ Yes ma'am. But would you like to keep them if we happen to come across a bed so I can tie you to it and have my way?” he asked with high sarcasm and fake politeness speaking like a butler would have spoken. Vegeta laughed loudly at this. “ Great idea Kakarott!! I think I'll do the same!”

 

Kuririn felt uncomfortable with the whole situation though he wasn't a virgin. “ Um…guys? You're embarrassing the gals…” he said meekly. “ And couldn't we just try to get our hides out of here and stop thinking of lewd ways to fuck them?”

 

“ Fine, crome-dome…But can we still think aloud?” Vegeta smirked again making Kuririn and Juu groan in annoyance.

 

“ Get your shit together and just cut the ropes, Veggie-boy, Carrot-head! They're virgins for heavens sake!” Juu growled and the two blond teenagers began cutting the ropes again mumbling to themselves some really obscene things just loud enough for the twins to hear who fidgeted uncomfortably.

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Yamcha drummer his fingers in agitation against the car's window. Why did he had to pick up such far away place…It was taking forever! But just wait when he arrived there like knight in shining armor and saved them…they would reward him by going with him to bed…his nose started to bleed again and the blood stained his Armani suit…

 

He cursed and grabbed his nose only to wince in pain. It was still broken…Ah finally! They'd soon arrive there! It was dark but still enough lit to see something.

 

` Oh look there's a man tied to a three trunk…damn that's the wreckiest car I've ever seen…Now that I think about it…the man looked slightly familiar…And what exactly he was doing in middle of the nowhere…?! Oh it's probably nothing significant…The crazy lady has had her revenge and I`ll finally have the pay…'Yamcha thought lazily as the car lights illuminated the little shack. `Finally…do not worry girls! Yamcha is here to save the day!' he straightened his bloody tie and waited for a man to open the car door. (Damn…whatta lazy ass…) He got a long wait since the driver was stuck on his seat belt. The damn lock had stuck again…

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Kakarott sawed furiously Kuririn's and Juu's bonds with the annoying knife which had always become his fate as the sound of car was heard and the other room was illuminated by bright lights.

 

“ Oh damn…” Vegeta muttered. “ If it's not the Arsehole itself I'll eat my hand…” He peeked through the door frame staying a slow as possible inspecting the situation. Anybody wasn't coming out. `Whatta hell is that supposed to mean?!' he contemplated in irritation. This whole `rescue mission' was going from worse to worst and beyond.

 

He glanced at the other sitting in the cellar floor. The black-haired one was rubbing her wrist. Kakarott was in progress of cutting the ropes that bind Kuririn and Juu. The blue-haired girl was trying to stand up with weak results. Damn she looked beautiful…no woman had ever looked more beautiful in his eyes, beaten up or not. Maybe he should help her…' NO FUCKING WAY!!!'

 

` Whatta fuck is wrong with me!' he shook his head recalling a slight bit of memory of his weird dream involving her. Shrugging it off quickly he turned to watch the events development wondering what was this all about. His pulse was far too fast and his heart was beating more udiblt at least to him. He was used to dealing situations like this and it had long ago lost its unnerving effect…

 

 

ChiChi rubbed her wrist furiously sitting on the floor. She didn't feel that much of walking right now. She was dirty, bloody, beaten and torn. She hadn't eaten anything since Kami knows how long and a shower really sounded a good option at the moment. ChiChi smiled until she realized it was far too bright compared to previous minutes. `Car lights…Yamcha?'

 

A foreign feeling of uncertainty came over her as she wasn't exactly sure should she trust Kakarott and Vegeta. She had known Yamcha considerably longer and he was after all from upper class society…What if it all was just lie those two riffraff had made up? What if it was their own plan and they had blamed on it all on poor Yamcha…The knife guys sure had went down easily…sure Kakarott and Vegeta were nice in some standards but now it was almost over…what she was doing with them anyway anymore…? They for Kami's sake were criminals…maybe even murderers? But Kakarott actually was…something? And exactly what… she didn't know and the thought made her uncomfortable.

 

ChiChi took a deep breath. What was she going to do?

 

Bulma saw the lights. A small spark of joy flamed in her after it died when she remembered what two now blond boys had told her. But…could Yamcha really be that asshole they made him to be? Yamcha the real ruler of the city maybe along his father and some one else in the city government? Yamcha behind the whole kidnapping thing? Not likely! And they had defeated those murder men so easily…the men had no intention from the beginning to kill them…the boss was just a cover up act and story…

 

Did those two really think they'd go on such cheap and obvious trick? Bulma felt angry with herself. How could she have ever even consider those two as nice people and even talked to them?

Sure Vegeta was…what? She didn't know. Confusing as hell but what else? Only man ever to say something not nice to her. Only man along Kakarott and their weird friends who dared to say no to her…She was Bulma Briefs!

 

But then again in other hand… What if…? What was she to do?

 

(I was very tempted to leave this on that…lucky you I feel…nice right now…)

 

Kakarott cursed. All of the knives in the world he had this…rusty…fucking knife! He was very well aware of the foreboding car lights on the wall. There! The rope snapped and Kuririn and Juu scrambled off joining Vegeta on the door frame whispering amongst each other. `Why ain't anything happenin'?' Kakarott wondered briefly deciding it was just waste of thought. It was just good for them.

 

The heiress' pair were still sitting on the floor. Kakarott watched ChiChi from the corner of his eye. He kinda felt little bad for harassing her with his earlier lewd comments but the bitch deserved them in some stage and he really wouldn't mind doing them to her in reality… There was a thoughtful expression on her pretty was, which was marred in bruises, and Kakarott suddenly had bad feeling…looking at her closer trying to read her thoughts he realized she was still dressed in her clubbing outfit and totally forgot about the bad feeling. ` Holy fucking shit…' she was the most delicious women he had ever seen. With her tight black jeans and white tank top…How come he hadn't noticed this before?

 

` Oh Kami…what in hell is going on…Damn that snob bitch!' he was feeling extremely hot suddenly and felt like a total idiot! Not a feeling he was familiar with. He had long ago stopped caring what the others though about him or Vegeta. But in front of this girl he again cared even a little bit and felt like an idiot…

 

` Why I'm feeling like this…Heck…'

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Yamcha still sat in his limousine. It had been five minutes already where the hell was Miles stuck!? The limo had isolated back seat and its windows were completely black. You saw out but you didn't see in. Thank goodness for that…so much as Yamcha had women company in the backseat with him occasionally and often enough…

 

The other crooks were sitting in their own cars. None was allowed to take a step outside in missions like this before boss. It would give a bad impression of badly controlled importance order when you took the whole crew of minions with you…Luckily they had realized that the rule didn't touch Miles who had to open the door for Boss…

 

Finally Yamcha had had enough. He studied carefully the car door. ` How was it that you opened these things again…oh yes… first you push this button then you were supposed to pull this handle here…or was it otherwise?' he pushed the button and a faint click was heard. ` Hmm…that's interesting…' then the idiotic Mafia boss pulled the handle. Nothing happened. He pulled again. Still nothing. He became irritated. ` What the hell is wrong with this fucking piece of shit of a door!!?!??! Oh wait! What if it's supposed to go other way?' Yamcha pushed the button again resulting the same click and then pulled the handle and the door opened. He smiled maniacally. Kami he was genius… ( Kinoha falls over and face faults in front of her computer…I van't believe I wrote this…)

 

He stepped out of the car. Now that wasn't so hard was it? Yamcha slammed the door shut and took a step only to be yanked backwards.

 

“ Whatta Hell!!” he roared and realized the hem of his dear Armani suit was caught between the car door…He punched the black window in fury and almost broke his hand. The damn glass was bullet-proof of course…this really just wasn't his day…

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Juuhachi, Kuririn, Vegeta and Kakarott all were watching the show as Yamcha stepped out of the car, through the door frame with blank expressions.

 

“ It is the bastard… But whatta hell is he doing?!” Kuririn whispered with baffled face at the same time amused and fearful as Yamcha first got caught between the door and then hit the car window hurting his hand yelling in pain.

 

“ I dunno…say, is that a damn cotton coming from his nose?” Kakarott whispered back looking somewhat same. Damn Yamcha really was screwed up…little more than he had thought already. He had cotton in his nostrils and his suit was stained in blood. Not to mention the plaster over his nose…and he looked just slightly mad but enough to give creeps and get worried about one's own health…

 

“ So how in the fucking hell we're going to get past them…and we don't exactly have any sorta transportation here, do we?” Vegeta said lowly ( I really can't see Vegeta whispering in any conditions…) with weird seriousness in his voice. He quickly gestured at the girls now standing wobbly back in the room whispering to each other quietly.” They can't run if I damn see what my eyes tell me.”

 

“ Then ya guys can carry `em.” Juu muttered in a voice that every mother possesses; No saying in this thing! Understood?

 

“ What's happening! Is it Yamcha?!” Bulma said loudly almost scaring the shit out of the quartette at the door frame. Yamcha stopped trying to get his hem from the doors greedy mouth as he thought he had heard something. The other crooks exited their cars and were gathering around. There was almost twenty of them what Kakarott could count at the moment and every damn one had a gun or two gleaming not-so-nicely in the moon light. Vegeta whirled around and clamped a hand on her mouth his gaze telling her to shut-the-hell-up-or-we're-screwed! Bulma looked coldly at him and Vegeta took a slight step back. What was with her?

 

ChiChi walked little wobbly up to them. She too looked cold and had a glint of superiority and contempt in her soft inky black eyes. She cast one calculating gaze at everyone making them stop and look at her. Bulma moved besides ChiChi and stared unnervingly at the quartette.

 

“ Uh…girls…what… what are ya doing??!” Kuririn asked nervously inching closer to the blond girl who's brows were furrowed in the same question.

 

“ YAMCHAAAAAAAAA!!!! WE'RE HEEEEREEEE!!!!!!” Bulma and ChiChi screamed abruptly drawing the immediate attention of the Mafia group in the front yard and they began rushing towards. For a second Vegeta and Kakarott stood in utter shock. Then the rage replaced it. How those wenches dared…?!!?!

 

“ Woman! Whatta fucken hell…?!?!” Vegeta hissed.

 

“ You bitch!! Shuddup before-“ Kakarott spat venomously.

 

The duo lunged simultaneously at the girls only to stop dead in their tracks as a knife were placed on their throats. The very same rusty knives…

 

“ I know it's loose-edged, but it's still sharp enough to cut your throat.” ChiChi stated casually staring up at Kakarott's shocked face. “ YAMCHA! HURRY!” she yelled again in irritation for not already being there. Kakarott glared at her. Why was she doing this? He had never before felt so pained and betrayed in his whole life. Why?

 

“ And don't think we won't hurt you…so better not to try anything funny, scumbags!” Bulma threatened lowly and Vegeta could see they were dead serious. He stared coolly into her blue eyes feeling sad for some reason. And betrayed. Bulma stared back and saw nothing else than indifference and obsidian hard harshness.

 

Kuririn and Juu very roughly yanked backwards and slammed painfully onto floor in painful holds of smirking henchmen digging the barrel of the gun painfully on their backs. Kuririn was frozen in shock and fear. He shut his black eyes tightly as the man pressed his cheek violently in to the floor.

 

Juuhachi gave a light noise of protest as she was thrown cruelly on the floor in the same position as her boyfriend. ` God damnit! If I only had been on guard…' she swore in her mind feeling the uncertainty and fear creep inside her body freezing it. ` Oh C'mon Juu!!! Ya've been in tougher situations than this…'

 

Yamcha walked behind the two blond men pointing a gun at them as the eighteen other gangsters followed his lead pointing their guns too at the blond-haired men.

 

“ Turn around slowly you shits. How you dared to kidnap two lovely ladies like the honored heiress' of the respected Capsule Corporation!! Move it!!” Yamcha bellowed like he had the every ounce of power in the world.

 

Kakarott and Vegeta stood defiantly their backs at him. No way that shitage was ordering them around even if it was this kind of matter at hand. The defiance stayed there until the twins pressed the knives tighter to their throats drawing blood.

 

“ Alright alright bitch…” Kakarott muttered turning around and received the handle of the gun on his face knocking him down. He stared wordlessly up at the smug and angry face of Yamcha Haruka, the mayors son and the biggest asshole ever born. His nose bled heavily from the impact.

 

“ Don't you dare ever again say that word to them…” he growled threateningly at the blond man on the ground. Yamcha lifted his gaze to Bulma and ChiChi who now in light looked pretty bad.

 

“ Oh my god! What have they done to you poor souls!?!?! Those...those…lowest scum on Earth!” he yelled in horror and went to hug them. “ Miles call the police! We've got the kidnappers!” Yamcha ordered.

 

“ Right away sir!” Miles responded and went to talk to his cell phone on the yard to get better connection. Yamcha immediately went to a fuss about Bulma and ChiChi. He ordered the men to bring quilts and some hot drinks for girls whom he directed to sit on the chairs around the table soothing them reassuringly and promising they'd get to home and hospital soon. The girls didn't say anything. Only nodded and smiled kindly at him and stole glances at the Kakarott and Vegeta.

 

The minions grabbed the boys and tied their hands behind their backs not sparing the gentleness that much and quickly they were gagged too with duct tape. Mafia men always had equipment for these kind this with them and ready for use… Kakarott couldn't hold the sarcastic thoughts about the whole thing. Just a fucking minute ago they got themselves free and now they were in the same damn mess again!! Only in thrice as bad as before… If there was any fitting circumstances or situations for words; “We're screwed the big time!” this certainly was it!

 

“ I can't say I've seen you before but there's slightly familiarity in you…” Yamcha scoffed looking some what thoughtful burrowing his eyebrow. “ The same I can say about that blond haired woman over there…” he pointed at Kuririn and Juu who were currently being tied up and gagged. “ But more surprising is what is Kuririn Chestnut doing with a people like you…and a part of kidnapping plan no less…”

 

Vegeta stared. The idiot didn't recognize them at all?! All because of hair dye and green contact lenses?! He made a mental note to steal Juuhachi and Kuririn something nice if they ever got out of this mess. Vegeta was unable yell or insult Yamcha so he kept on staring at him murderously. Kakarott was also glaring at Yamcha who was beginning to get nervous under the gazes.

 

“ Oh I get it!! That blond girl is your sister!!” Yamcha exclaimed sounding like detective who just solved his hardest case of crime. Kuririn, Juu, Kakarott, Vegeta and even Bulma and ChiChi face faulted at this.

 

“ Sir! The police s on their way! They'll be here in half an hour!” Miles announced from the door of the shack.

 

“ Good.” Yamcha smirked. This night turned out to be a good one after all…

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A/N: There! I think that wasn't that bad cliffhanger…anyway…Hmm…I think I `m gonna get flames for this chapter ( gets a back of marshmallows) ….I have a hunch certain people will have a fit and get angry with me… but since when things have been like they look!??!!

 

Don't worry!!! There's a logical explanation for Bulma's and ChiChi's decision…and when I tell it, you're like: Oh stupid me! Why I didn't notice or thought of that before I jumped at conclusions…