Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All of The People... ❯ Jail and Hospital ( Chapter 14 )

 

Chapter XIV - Jail and Hospital

 

The police came and took Vegeta and Kakarott away without that much of hassle and violence. The two blond men were surprisingly calm even if they had just got caught committing the most dangerous crime in the world; kidnapping Bulma and ChiChi Briefs.

 

The bald young man was in the verge of passing out. Or at least it seemed so. You couldn't be absolutely sure because the police dragged him none too gently to the car since he was too numb to move by himself. The blond woman who had been identified to be the blond male duo's sister and the bald one's girlfriend, refused to walk and stood stubbornly stationary so the police men carried her.

 

Juuhachi glared, rolled her eyes and glared some more at the policemen as Yamcha explained all that had transpired and Juu tried to protest at the moment where she was being accused of being the male duo's sister but the damn duct tape over her mouth was an effective hindrance.

 

The twins sat quietly in the corner covered in quilts and in their hands mugs of hot cocoa some rum added in, Yamcha cronies and now police's Traumatizing Experience Therapist fussed over them. The man was blabbing and yapping of how everything is `going to be alright' and `you'll be home soon and there's nothing to be afraid of' and `after this kind of situation…blah blah blah…'

 

The girls really couldn't care less about the man who was sounding hysteric and yelling how this must be stressful and awful. ChiChi was going to scream if the man was going to say `It's alright' for the hundredth time. She really didn't see the point of this whole Therapy. It was only beginning to piss her off. She goddamn new it! The things were now alright…but always the little nagging voice in back of her mind added the disturbing three words: …or were they?

 

The man ranted on but they really weren't listening and everything he said went in form the other ear and out of the other without registering in the brain cells in any way. Both were lost in the very same thought. Was it right thing to do? Could there have been another way? Should they reveal the true identities of Vegeta, Kakarott and Juuhachi? But in certain terms they had saved the groups lives, hadn't they? In which terms? Should they say it wasn't them, that they had saved them?...or at least tried to perform the act it was… But in the other hand if they really were behind this whole farce and… Goddamnit they didn't know what to do or think anymore!!

 

A small pang of guilt was already there gnawing uncomfortably in the gut and the weird wrenching feeling in the bottom of the heart…it was small but it was there.

 

They watched carefully as the cops dragged the quartette out of the shack. One of the men carried sulking Juu, one dragged paralyzed Kuririn and almost-brothers-duo were surprisingly walking without resistance.

 

ChiChi stared at Kakarott's lean back suddenly hoping he would turn around and look at her. Angry, hateful, mischievous…anything. He walked out casting one really dirty look at Yamcha the Asshole and would have gave a finger if his hands weren't been tied behind his back… again.

 

His wrists burned like hell and hurt even more. Kakarott swore his wrist were going to be permanently damaged if things continued this at rate. He felt for a second ChiChi's black eyes staring at his back. He mustered all his will not to turn to look at her. He wouldn't let her see how much she had broken his hard exterior. Kakarott knew his black -now green- would betray his inner feelings for the first time in almost five years.

 

The control he and Vegeta had developed over years over their emotions was gone out the window in one single moment and it would take a while to get it back. Luckily glaring at Yamcha and girls had momentarily covered the lack of it.

 

He walked out and the eyes on his back disappeared.

 

Bulma was a different story. She couldn't look at them or more precisely at Vegeta. She admitted she had developed some weird kind of liking at the fiery bad-tempered man but… Bulma felt ashamed for the reason or another and the guilt in her gut was something she wasn't used to. She kept her glance tightly at the hot cocoa mug finding it interesting and flinched slightly as she felt Vegeta's gaze sweep over her.

 

Bulma shut her eyes tightly and then opened them watching under her bangs the divergent back of the spiky haired man. Why did she care?

 

ChiChi looked at his sister who looked back. For a moment they stared each others eyes. Blue eyes met black eyes and they stared in silent shock. Had they really changes that much? Bulma thought. ChiChi's eyes were different than they used to be. More…soulful, right now full with different emotions but none the less more soulful and maybe even wiser?

 

She wondered did she herself look anything like that…A sudden thud drew both the girls attention as the Traumatizing Experience Therapist finally talked himself out of breath and fainted due the lack of oxygen… The first good thing in the man hitherto…

 

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After the really uncomfortable and extremely unnerving ride in the police back to the Orange Star City Police HQ the three blondes and one bald teenager sighed in relief despite the oncoming nightmare and almost kissed the ground under their feet thanked the driver.

 

The quartette had spent agonizing three hours squished in the back seat with a police officers which made five persons sitting on the backseat. The police sitting on the front seat had glared them keeping his gun pointed the whole time with his finger on the trigger and the gun loaded and some more nasty looks at the sweating teenagers.

 

The police which name they had learned to be Mr. Smith was clearly breaking the rules concerning the usage of a hand weapon/gun (1) but the other two polices in the car could care less. If one of the quartette got shot because of a sudden bump in the road causing the triggering of the gun and died…so what, they kidnapped THE Bulma and ChiChi Briefs!

 

And being handcuffed and gagged with duct tape, definitely hungry and thirsty, slightly injured and bruised all over, sweating in nervousness, smelling like sweat, tired, and not to mention the nerve-wrecking maniacally glaring, loaded gun pointing police, and the police officer Mr. Andersson sitting with them in the back seat and being cramped together for three hours not moving a single muscle…

 

……………………… ;….. Flashback

 

In the police car four unfortunate teenagers are in unfortunate situation wondering why the polices couldn't use two cars since about fifty cars showed up at the shack… But nooooo!! They had to sit in this hellhole with a crazy cop with a gun! And pointing at them!

 

` Oh ()%# “/&#%(/¤)%(/”!!½%/&(=)&” ;¤!%¤/”%&%)#!!! I wish that motherfucking idiot would stop eyeballing me!! Son of a bitch…This is juts me luck!! God curse it!! Those bitches are gonna pay…what's with the fucking grin Smith guy!??! Could ya friggin' point that gun elsewhere??!?! WE wouldn't mind ya know…Bastard…Damn! My arm's cramping…I'll strangle Kakarott…I'll strangle those bitches…I damn strangle that crazy gun pointing Chesire cat…son of a… But first things first…kill that shitage Yamcha…stab him, strangle him…poison him…hmm…I have to think about how to do it………………………… 230;… ………….. And then to deal with the snob duo….Fucking stop waving that gun around!!!! Just wait… payback is a bitch as they say…..I'll tie ya up and make Kakarott point a gun at ya while I drive considering I give damn about traffic rules and other shit and can't drive that well….god damn my wrist!! UUGH!! '

 

` Does that man think I give a shit about him threatening me with a gun? Not likely buster! What's with this thing anyway?!? Why in the hell I let those men drag me into this…they better do something really nice for me for enduring this… Oh yeah…I'm going to jail. Oh great…I've always wanted to see how real jail residents live…Kakarott and Vegeta better get me and Kuririn out of this mess…or there will be a hell to pay and they will face the true wrath of a pissed off woman!!'

 

` Nice Mr. Police….Point that thing elsewhere?! Ya're aware how that thing is dangerous for health!? More precisely to our health? No? Ya know it really isn't appropriate thing to do?! You know pointing a gun….WAAAHHH!! I'M GONNA DIE…. That crazy goddamn whatever-was-his-name is gonna kill us….sob sob…man I'm pathetic…'

 

` ………………………..Is that damn gun exactly necessary?! Ya think ya can hold it for three hours?!………This sucks sucks sucks and sucks if ya haven't noticed already!!! Fuck my wrist ache…great more sweat into my forehead…it didn't hurt before that any y'know…nooooo of course it didn't….Damn it burns! God-#”&%”#(¤=&#”#”¤&a mp;)”%#%&/&=%”%¤!¤%%/%”!%&a mp;”#%&#/=#)/%=U forbid such things as a gun! It pretty much freaks us out! Stop grinning ya bastard!! I really hope that other guy can drive….And I thought this thing couldn't get anymore screwed up…Why in the hell that cop had to come with us!!!!?!??! Son of a bitch….Screw Yamcha!! On second thought Fuck the whole world!!….damn………shit……fuck….Ya know what? A piece of a bandage would have been nice…grrrrr…but noooo… '

 

And so went on the thoughts of our heroes or anti-heroes as the journey went on towards the not so good looking future….

 

……………………… ;……….. End Flashback

 

Four policemen dragged the teens up the stairs and inside. The rest fifty just followed trying to look important and like they had actually accomplished something that none else could do. Since it was almost two o'clock in the morning there wasn't an usual crowd watching the unusual gathering of nearly fifty police cars and getting the news of kidnappers arrested and the heiress' rescue done by Mayors son Yamcha Haruka! ( Kinoha gags and decides to give certain persons a permission to maul His-name-is-too-disgusting-to-say. ^o^v)

 

The station had been informed of the situation by radio and a nice little lockup had been prepared for them and the adjudicator and the common prosecutor were right away informed and the trials for the kidnapping case had been already booked and were held to be tomorrow twelve o'clock and it wold be a public occasion and damn if the judicial system really worked this fast….

 

And of course media…the title page would need to be redone surely…

 

The cell's door slicked shut with a foreboding and crucial sound that made three of teens cringe since Vegeta was too busy cursing around. The officer left the front room of the cell department and clicked the lights out and locked the door and it would have been pitch black if it wasn't for the moon shining from the little window with, of course, bars in it.

 

“ Does anyone have a feeling of deja vu?” Kakarott asked sarcastically and went to remove Vegeta's duct tape over his mouth. It had been removed once but had been quickly placed backs as Vegeta's obscenities and demands for their call began flying around.

 

With one swift movement Kakarott yanked the tape off.

 

“ GODAMNIT KAKAROTT!!! THAT FUCKING HURT!!!!” He bellowed and Kakarott smirked. “ AND WE DIDN'T EVEN GET OUR CALL!!!! BASTARDS!!”

 

“ Shut the trap Veggie-boy.“ Juuhachi's calm voice cut in sharply. “ It won't do a damn. Who the hell we'd call? Jake? My brother? Hardly. He's still tied to that fucken tree in that god forsaken backwoods…I think.”

 

“ This is just fucking great! I've always wanted to do som' time in jail…” Kakarott snorted making himself comfortable at the hard floor. Well, at least as comfortable as you can get on the floor.

 

“ I've always wanted to know how it feels like to be famous but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind…” Kuririn sighed. “ I can't believe they did it, dammit! Why would they suddenly turn on us?”

 

“ Ya asking me crome-dome? That's what I fucken want to now!” Vegeta answered hotly little calmer than before.

 

“ They could have at least damn give us som' hospitalizing…” Kakarott crumbled who for the first time in almost four hours had the change to wipe the or more like scratch the dried blood off his face.

 

“ That's gonna leave a scar y'know…” Vegeta inspected lazily the cut on his comrades forehead. The tone of the voice drew everyone's attention at him. They all could see the gears turning and hear whirring sound them. Vegeta rarely got like this, so he must have noticed something important missing in the whole scene and left him alone and decided to do some silent thinking at their own.

 

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ChiChi stood in front of a window opening to the Orange Star City. It was over midnight and the moon shone brightly illuminating the room with its silvery pale beams. It was the tenth floor in the Orange Hospital so she was staring down the city and its yellowish lights.

 

She was fed and pampered, wounds treated and all and the doctor said that they'd need to spent a week in the hospital for full recovery. `Full recovery my ass…' she though carelessly. ` That one man in the doctors room had a broken leg and some bruises maybe worse than mine and they said he could go home tomorrow…'

 

She cast a glance at sleeping Bulma in the bed next to hers and envied her at the moment. Why she couldn't sleep like Bulma!? She was damn tired and wanted to sleep but the wonderful land of dreams wasn't letting her through the gates into it. It was annoying to put it in straight terms. Guess she had too much things running in her mind…

 

And of course the police had kindly stated that they would be receiving the best Traumatizing Experience help what they had. Namely the man back at the shack…Great.

 

They would be meeting the Ox King in the morning and their friends…funny how she didn't find any spark of excitement or joy seeing them. Not even slightest one. And the feeling of relief which she had anticipated never came. She felt the same she had been feeling the past three days she counted.

 

Yamcha told they had been abducted for a week and about little after the half way the miscellaneous gang of riffraff had joined them…And told all those things of Yamcha and the government of the Orange Star City…

 

But still something was off the whole situation. Why the police hadn't checked the shack? There was two dead or unconscious men in the basement after all… And the police came awfully quick from the city…it had taken three hours to get back and they had driven very fast…the police had only come in half an hour… None of the polices were surprised to see Yamcha and his men there…

 

ChiChi knitted his eye brows in confusion her mind now completely working on the case. How in the Hell Yamcha could have known the location of the whole place in that backland? Juuhachi had found out the location because of the tiny mistake of the kidnappers… Only way to find it was…to know where it was…. Beforehand…..

 

Which meant……?!?!?!?!??!

 

“ Oh damn!” she shouted the weight of truth suddenly slouching her shoulders down and quickly clamped her hand over her mouth hoping the guard behind the door didn't hear. Why she hadn't listened her heart and instinct that told to trust the quartette at the matter. Now they were all going to jail…guiltless…

 

And me and Bulma are supposed to have high IQ…ChiChi shut her eyes. She just wanted to die. How she could have done that to Kakarott…even if he was annoying and needed a serious mouthwash with a soap…she actually liked him. He definitely wasn't shy or easy…now the little chances with him she had had in the beginning were diminished to zero… she blushed as some of his sly suggestions floated from her memory…

 

They had just meant to save them from Yamcha… If anything they'd been told was true Yamcha and his minions would have shot them in the spot. But if Yamcha knew the girls were nearby and seeing the whole thing he couldn't do it…

 

“ I have to wake up Bulma…” she muttered and gritted her teeth. Since it them in the question, the heiress' of the Capsule Corporation the trial would be held as soon as possible…

 

“ Bulma, you lazy whale. Up!” she whispered violently and shook her sister. The blue haired beauty would be cranky but it didn't matter right now. ChiChi threw a nervous look at the door. Behind the door stood with hundred percents certainty a guard armed from head to toe with knowledge at least of five different killing arts from some `secret agent agency'.

 

“ Mhwh…” Bulma mumbled and rouse in sitting position ready to lash her sister to hell when ChiChi's hand covered her mouth to her utter bewilderment.

 

“ No time to waste, sister. We have a rescue act to perform and plan.”

 

Bulma stared wide eyed at ChiChi and said a muffled what before her brain caught on what her sister might mean and smiled as ChiChi explained what she had discovered. Vegeta would maybe accept her in some terms…and she had felt bad doing it but the damn nagging uncertainty…Why people always ignored that small voice which told what should do or were completely obvious to it?

 

Oh yeah, it was time to save their princes in shining armor…more like peasants in rusty armor bur none the less their saviors.

 

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A/N: There! Hopely the decent length the chapter made up the waiting you guys had to bear… I try to update more often from now on! (smile)

 

ISW: Why your fingers are crossed behind your back?

 

A/N: Uh….fingers? What fingers?! I don't have any fingers!! ( nervous laugh )

 

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