Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All of The People... ❯ A car that none can drive... uh oh! ( Chapter 16 )

 

Disclaimer: Man….gotta…kill the dragons…must receive GF…must win the Marauder race….Kain spear attack…damn Cecil dead….ME…NO OWN….. DORANGONBOORU ZETO….stupid slow ATB gauge….die Gilgamesh damn bastard….summon Ifrit….

 

Chapter XVI - Escape with a car that none can drive…

 

“ Wait stop!” the other woman in black cried out and slouched against a wall as the other fell onto her knees panting hard. “ I <pant> can't run further…”

 

The other teens gave a surprised look at the two supposed ninja women. Obviously the duo lacked greatly in general condition and if they were some kind of martial arts which both Kakarott and Vegeta doubted, they should've been in better shape.

 

“ Not really in shape, are we?” Vegeta chuckled and received a glare from both of them.

 

“ Hey it's not my fault that I have no endurance for this kind of thing!” came a hot answer as the women were trying to regain their breath and strength. Vegeta and Goku glanced at each other and moved simultaneously at the female duo.

 

“ Hey! What are ya-!?!?” came protests as the commando hats they were wearing were yanked off.

 

“ No way in fucking shit!” Juuhachi yelled, shocked beyond belief. The other could only stare.

Bulma and ChiChi blushed furiously and tried to stutter something intelligent under the blank stares of four teenagers.

 

“ Uh..you see the thing is…” Bulma started.

 

“ We..ahem..we really…” ChiChi was stuttering, not really knowing what to do or say. Would he yell at her? Would he laugh at her? Just scowl in general? But the amazed expression on Kakarott's face was worth of this all.

 

“ Woman. What's with the suit?” Vegeta smirked coolly, relieving the tension in the air. The twins blushed heavily again.

 

“ That's…none of your business what I wear!” Bulma said snappishly, turning her gaze away suddenly becoming aware of how skin tight the whole suit exactly was. Vegeta's smirk only grew.

“ Uh guys?” Kuririn said slightly annoyed, ” Could ya go thru yer lovers quarrel later since our asses are in stake here and some shitheads are chasin' us, like couple corners away?!”

 

Kakarott shot a dirty look as Bulma and ChiChi looked ready to strangle the little man who looked cool as cucumber in fridge. Juuhachi smiled in delight. Her man was finally getting a backbone!

 

Vegeta scoffed. “ Which fucking way then?”

 

“ Uh…that way?” ChiChi pointed nervously at the direction of the main corridor as they heard shouts and foot steps echoing in the hallways.

 

“ I don't care! Let's just run dammit!” Kakarott said violently and they started running with a grace of cats, not making a sound.

 

< KLANK KLAN KLAN>

 

Vegeta cringed at the heavy echoing steps that emitted from the two women's running feet.

“ Damn it woman! Can't ya keep it friggin' down!? Ya march like an elephant in ceramic store! Or do ya just weight so much?!” he yelled irritated at Bulma who began huffing and puffing.

 

“ SHHHH!!” Juu hissed angrily. “ Don't shout they'll friggin' find our hides!!”

 

After couple of stair down and up, spiraling and straight, couple of doors and turns the teen group were all decided they were lost and in deep shit. The house was huge. It must have at least ten floors which all had their own layout.

 

Vegeta opened another door trying finally to find something that lead into something reasonable and useful, oh, like exit?

 

“ Damnit!! Crapping shit! Another janitors gear room!!” The spiky haired youth yelled and slammed the door shut with a force that made all their ears ring.

 

“ Geez Vegi! They're gonna catch us if ya fucking keep slamming da doors like `at!” Kakarott said irritated and glancing around for possible threats ( the polices).

 

“ Don't call me Vegi ya numbskull.” Vegeta growled provocatively and the others sweatdropped at this.

 

“ Look! We hafta get outta here and not to bicker!” The blonde woman stated annoyed at her two long time friends pointless arguing. This of course ensued an insulting contest between the three blonde people.

 

Bulma and ChiChi decided to sit down for a minute. ChiChi felt so drained from all the running, climbing and listening the three golden-haired delinquents insulting and cursing. `Oh God…What I've gotten myself into?' she wondered and rubbed her calves viciously. They were almost cramping from all the strain. She wasn't used to move so much and her body was still weak from the lack of nourishment.

 

` Maybe this wasn't that good idea after all…when they find us our image is ruined forever. We, the heiresses to Capsule Corporation, saving couple of thugs from their fate? And yet the same people who supposedly kidnapped us? I can't believe this… I-`

 

“ They're coming!” Kuririn announced with sharp edge of panic creeping into his voice disrupting ChiChi from her musing and to stand up.

 

“ Shit!” said three voices in unison.

 

“ There they are!! Freeze you scumbags!! This is Orange Star City police department and you're under arrest!!( and I've been watching too much corny police series…)” one single police ran from behind a corner, slightly slipping in the curve, followed by other policemen. “ You're cornered” Surrender or will open the fire!”

 

“ Oh god… We'll-“ Bulma started in fear as she was grabbed by Vegeta.

 

“ No time to waste, bitch! Hold on!”

 

“ What!! Vegeta! No! Don't you daaaRREEEEEEEE!!!!!?!!?!?”

 

And they crashed through the window, Kakarott dragging ChiChi with him in tow.

“ EEEEEEEAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!”

 

“ IIIIII'MMMM GOONNNAAAA KIIIIILLLLL YYYYOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!AAHH!”

The fall wasn't that high it was only the third floor and they landed safely though shaken into a garbage pile with loud thuds.

 

They were just getting off the pile, or more like Kakarott and Vegeta were getting off the filthy dump and dragged the seemingly in fear frozen girls with them. Second later another screaming pair fell on it the scream abruptly cut off by the contact. Two seconds later Juu and Kuririn scrambled off the heap and scurried after them. Three seconds later bullets were piercing the garbage dump.

The filth covered group of six were spotted by a random passing police who amazingly fast for a police put together two plus two and equaled five started yelling at his walkie-talkie.

 

Bulma and ChiChi recovered rather quickly and started using their own feet even thought they secretly liked being carried by the rough boys.

 

“ We can't ever out run them!” Kakarott panted the obvious.” We need a car!”

 

“ Where the hell we'll get a car at this hand!?” ChiChi screeched at him agitated by this all.

“ We'll take that.” Juuhachi replied calmly and pointed at a car just about to park at the curb. The blond boy duo nodded in together and sprinted towards the driver who was getting out of the car obvious to the fate that was about to consume him.

 

Vegeta performed a flying jump-kick and hit the man in middle of his chest. The man flew backwards in shock and pain and Kakarott snatched the car keys dangling from his hand.

“ Get in!” Vegeta barked and scrambled on the drivers seat as the other occupied the other seats. It was a nice car with air condition and all. Recently bought and clean. The leather seats gleamed and the dash board was nicely designed and modern. It was soon to be wrecked. And the insurance wasn't probably even come into effect…

 

Vegeta ignited the engine and hit the pedal, steering the wheel to hard left. Too bad this fine car didn't have automatic gear and the guy who previously had owned this fine piece of technology and laid out cold besides the car had actually backed up the car onto its place and left the gear on reverse…

 

The car shot backwards like a bullet in ninety degree arch and in panic Vegeta hit the brakes stopping the car in middle of the street.

 

“ The hell was that!?” he shouted shaken, his hand squeezing the steering wheel like a vice and knuckles white. He had absolutely no idea what had happened. Usually cars sped forwards not backwards and all the cars he had ever thieved they had always started to go forward.

 

“ Aah! Vegeta! You almost drove over that poor man!” Bulma screamed exasperated holding tightly on her seatbelt. “ Isn't that enough that we robbed him and probably going to wreck his car and now you have to drive almost over him?!”

 

Vegeta just waved her off and concentrated on figuring out whatta hell was wrong with this piece of junk. “ C'mon man! Drive already!” Kuririn yelled from the backseat. The police forces were closing in and they were like sitting ducks in middle of the road.

 

“ Whatta hell YA THINK I'M DOING, BALDIE?!”

 

“ Uh Vegeta…? I think I know what's wrong. This car doesn't have automatic gear.” Kakarott stated nervously sweating little and chuckling slightly. This wasn't good. The others watched in worry as Vegeta froze and then gained a confident smirk on his face.

 

Confidently he crabbed the stick and began fumbling with it and the hit the gas. This time the car shot forwards emitting a scream from both Bulma and ChiChi.

 

“ Vegeta! Where in the hell you learned to drive and how in the fuck ya did get your drivers license?!” Kuririn demanded as they drove almost double the speed limit along the streets of Orange Star City grabbing each other in fear as Vegeta drove the mad glint shining in his green eyes.

 

“ Whatta heck ya're talkin' about?! I never got any damn license! I've never even taken any kind of teaching and shit in driving!! Ya think I'd have money for that shit?!” he replied annoyed and fumbled some more with the gearbox stick.

 

Three of the six occupants blanched. Kuririn, ChiChi and Bulma suddenly felt they should have let the police just arrest them. The best words to describe their feelings at that moment were `absolutely insecure.'

 

The car sped behind another corner and hit the brakes as such things called traffic lights were discovered, and the usual line of cars standing in front of them as the other cars drove in front of them. You should know the deal.

 

“ Oh C'mon! What's this?” Vegeta raged on and honked. The wail of the sirens was getting louder and louder by each passing minute. Vegeta cursed and threatened and used `the international handsigns known thorough the world and threatened some more.' Kakarott grumbled, his arms crossed, tapping his feet impatiently.

 

“ Remind me to never let Vegeta drive a car again. Never again!“ Bulma said as the others nodded in the utmost agreement. “ How he can even drive one if he practically doesn't even know how?” ChiChi asked curiously.

 

“ Don't remind me of the fact that he really can't drive!” Bulma screeched rubbing her temples.

“ Quiet back there! I'm tryin' to drive in here!” Vegeta yelled back.

 

“ Yeah…and the emphasize on the word `trying'…” Juuhachi muttered sourly as she and Kuririn held each other for dear life.

 

“ And I'm self-learned driver as is Kakarott-boyo here also so get off my case will ya!” the driver continued as in afterthought getting some snort from the backseat gang.

 

“ Hey don't mess me in this!”

 

“ Whatever Kakarott…” he scowled and tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. They all were silent and listened to the ever growing volume of the sirens. The traffic lights remained red. ( The traffic lights are evil I tell ya!)

 

“ That's it!” The teenager-driver-without-license yelled and clamped his hand firmly on the wheel.

Kakarott became immediately alarmed which unnerved the backseat personnel too and shouted:” Bro, don't do anything rash now that-“

 

“ Ain't taking this shit anymore! Outta my way!” he screamed his temper getting best of him, hitting the accelerator and driving on the walkway as the innocent and scared pedestrians jumped out of the way of the crazy driver and `his' car.

 

“ -will attract attention and blow the little cover we FUCKING HAD!” Kakarott finished sourly and definitely pissed off. He was about to hit Vegeta and start one of their usual brawls but decided quickly against it as Vegeta steered hard right and the car was temporarily riding with only two tires. Soon it fell down on four tires again and Vegeta then decided to take a short cut through a garbage covered alley.

 

Terrified “ AAAAAAHHHHHH!! ” was heard from inside the car as the chase continued ad the car that was discovered to be Nissan Primera V78 ( I don't know if a car like that exist. I made it up) sped thru streets and highways with `police escort' hot in heels.

 

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A group of ten, armed with rifles and bulletproof-lead-vests hurried along the corridor of the main hospital of Orange Star City. The very same place where Bulma and ChiChi currently were recovering from their incident. Or were supposed to be recovering as we now know better.

 

Yamcha marched towards the room with a worried expression. Big deal. But this time his concern for the girls was real. He didn't want to think what could happen if they were kidnapped by that sextet at the judiciary house…

 

“Oh Yamcha! This is terrible! Bulma and ChiChi have locked the door and won't answer us!” Delia (the girl from the first chapter) cried out desperately, grabbing Yamcha by the arm forcefully. “ They don't want us to see them like they are now! We called the Traumatizing Experience

Therapist and he's trying to talk them out of their depression!” she wailed and sobbed. “ Oh poor girls…such cruel fate…”

 

Yamcha turned to the man sitting in a chair in front of the door blabbing and blabbing about `how he understood' and `there is nothing to worry about.' Tien and Chaozu were standing there too, quietly. The trio had come to see their friends to the hospital in the morning and were faced with the situation like this. The girls refusing to come out or talk. And then there was the question of the missing `secret agent' supposed to watch the door…

 

“ Any progress?” Yamcha asked the Therapist who sighed and leaned back on his chair.

“ This is the most difficult case I've ever had at this far and well…Looks like we have to use force. Words seemingly cannot reach them now, obviously, and the only option is to break the door.”

 

“ Fine. The mayor will pay the bill for the broken door and replace it.” The young Mafia boss stated calmly. “ Bulma!? ChiChi!!? We are going to break through!! Don't stand near the door!!” he yelled then as the `SWAT Team!' broke the door down.

 

“ HUT HUT HUT HUT HUT!!”

 

< CRASH>

 

“ Whatta…” Tien, Chaozu and Delia all yelled in shock. The room was empty of the Capsule Corporation heiress' presence. Only the missing `secret agent' was lying tied on the hospital bed looking extremely pissed off.

 

“ Damn…” Yamcha sighed. There was nothing else to do.

 

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A/N: Sorry! My latest chapters haven't been that good or my usual level at all and I hate the shortness of this chapter but at least I updated more quickly…<sigh>

 

Please review! I need a little ego boost right now and maybe me writing could get back to it's usual level… Man I feel horrible for posting such sucky chappie…again..

 

JA NE MINNA-SAN!! SAYONARA!!