Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All of The People... ❯ Love's in the air...? ( Chapter 18 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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All of the People...

Chapter XVII - Is this Love?!

Kakarott sat on the broken sofa, tightly wrapped in fluffy white towel, glaring at the little corner-kitchen were Juu and Kuririn were trying to keep straight faces. Emphasis on the word trying. Kuririn was shaking badly trying to contain his laughter and the blond girl was letting out occasional sounds that almost could be described as sneezes.

Kakarott rolled his eyes in annoyance an glared some more absently rubbing his cheek. It had nice and clean red imprint of a female-sized hand. ` Holy Jesus! Who could have ever thought that the damn woman has such an arm for slapping! Shit...!' he cursed silently. Normally he would not had been even fazed by little slap (he got them enough from the angry women he had slept with in some point) but he was tired, feeling like a load of shit that had been run over by a car dozens of times and hungry. Not to mention the cut on his forehead hurt already enough as it.

He run his hand thru his now black hair. The temporary color it had been dyed with, was now washed down to the shower well. `The only fucking good thing that happened today!' Kakarott seethed and glanced at Vegeta who was sitting on chair to his left, looking like he had eaten ten lemons. (Wait! Doesn't he look like that normally?) His hair was also black again. The contact lenses were also gone. Kakarott was hppy for it. Those things creeped him out. Especially putting them on...

The only fucking good thing that happened today? Ya sure man?

' Wha?! Shut the hell up! The heck are ya anyway!?' Kakarott asked in his mind shuttung his eyes. Yes. He was going insane...

Who I am? Definitely not heck as ya put it, matey... I am what everybody has on some conscious level of mind. I am the little voice that tells you when you're lying to yourself, man. Your subconscious! And don't ya dare to claim that seeing that body in that `dress' or better said `the wonderful absence of it.'

The teenage boy felt the heat rise on his face. He snarled mentally!

` I fucking did not enjoy seeing her supple breast and that curve of her hip or the softness that-AARGH!!' he stopped the thought slapping himself soundly on left cheek.

Ya did not? Well, a wonderful amount of little things ya remember...considering the whole moment lasted only about two seconds before her hand made a lovely decoration and the door almost fell off its hinges when they banged it shut. Hehee... banged it...get it `banged'...b-

` Would ya shuddup, please! I wasn't even damn you thinking about banging her!!'

I didn't even say that. Just admit it; you find her absolutely attractive and she already hold your heart. You love her.

` The hell I do! She...she, that wench...but she...' Kakarott was almost desperate. No matter what he just couldn't seem to be able to deny it.

Gave you up to the King of Assholes alias Yamcha Haruka? Looking at you with the coldest look possible? And then saved you? Please, matey. Theu believe in you and your story about Yamcha the Lousiest Mafia Boss Of The Year. Just confront her. And get some fun as a bonus. We really haven't gotten laid in weeks...

Kakarott went red. Normally he just would have shrugged off the whole thing, but now...it was about ChiChi. The lovely raven-haired maiden with peachy satin skin...He shook his head violently trying to get the arousing mental picture of her naked before him go away. As hard as he tried it soon turned to fantasies and possibilities of-

SLAP!

“ DAMN IT!! I HATE THIS!!” he yelled rubbing his sore cheeks, he had slapped himself again, mind you. The whole idea of ChiChi was making him hard and he was wearing only a towel. He cursed some more completely obvious to the looks Kuririn and Juu were giving him.

“ Ya think he's okay?” Juu whispered. “ He hasn't eaten one of those senzu beans by any chance? That's the second time he's slapped himself and now he's cursing to the sofa...”

“ Yeah, Juu. And that variety of expressions....”

“ IS THE FUCKING FOOD READY, CUE-BALL, BLONDE DITZ!?” Vegeta boomed suddenly, seemingly irritated beyond irritated. His face too carried a nice female's hand-sized red mark. Why it was always that weak women suddenly got tremendous strength in situations they felt their `privacy' threatened?! And why that blue-haired angel had to be so damn fine and appealling? He could almost feel her soft skin under his touch... His face went dreamy and distant and a drool was hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Juuhachi gave Vegeta a finger with a nasty glare and went back watching the weird soup-stew to cook, bubbling happily. (The soup-stew I mean...) The Veggie-boy was so hooked.

Kuririn rolled his eyes. He had become so much braver around scary people. Casting one worried look at his cursing friend he took the miraculously still valid dated milk carton out of the fridge and began his search for dinner plates...

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ChiChi pulled the white wife beater down. It was way too big for her slight frame and the neck line hung low enough to give a noticeable amount of eye-candy. The hem was hanging to half-way of her thighs. ChiChi surveyed her image in the broken mirror. She wore black loose fitting martial artist training pants and the white wife beater. She had let her hair down and it framed her being nicely. ChiChi found herself looking surprisingly good.

The neckline was little too low for her tastes, but what can you do? It was the only shirt that somehow fit her. ` I wonder if he'll like this!' she thought giddily and giggled. WAIT!!A!!SECOND!!! She didn't just thought that, did she? (Oh yes ya did!) And the clothes smelled all manly and definitely `him'wasn't helping any.

ChiChi blushed and self-consciously stroked the worn texture of the black pants. Yes she had thought that. And she really didn't mind. Not after the nice show of muscle and....she blushed again for the umpteenth time inside fifteen minutes. Besides he wasn't that bad personality when you got to know him little better... A though entered her head. Did she really know him better? Did she really like him that much? Would he think she was beautiful in these clothes? Wait! That didn't quite fit the category....

She sighed. Why her every though seemed to lead to Kakarott? Who was clad in towel...

“ OH MY GOD, BULMA!” She yelled in sudden realization.

“ What! What!?!” Bulma asked in frenzy her head whipping around for possible threatening things or beings. She was dressed in black wife beater and jeans which he had rolled up from the bottoms.

“ Kakarott and Vegeta are still clad in towels and it's quite chilly here...” ChiChi said deadpanned and Bulma gasped.

“ You're right, Chi. And this's their apartment an room after all... And the earlier...Uh...” Bulma blushed heavily as did ChiChi. After moment of heavy silence as the twins revised the event in their minds, and it wasn't all that unpleasant after all, they left the room feeling more nervous than ever.

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ChiChi and Bulma emerged from the room and Kakarott and Vegeta immediately trudged grudgingly past them, slamming the door angrily shut accompanied by string double tirade of curses of all kind. And those words definitely weren't `Oh Dear!' and `Crud'. The cause of this sweet poet ism? Vegeta almost walked into a wall, for some unknown reason or another and his partner almost tripped over the hem towel causing it to slide dangerously low.

Bulma blinked and then smiled sheepishly and sadly. “ We made them angry, didn't we?”

“ Guess so....” ChiChi sighed defeated.

` They didn't notice anything....' they both thought together and sighing looking slightly crestfallen and blushing the at the same time. I mean, half-naked absolutely eatable men just walked by and you have huge crush on them...

The weird couple, Juu and Kuririn, rose an eyebrow as in one being at the whole scene as the Capsule Corporation heiress' came to sit around the table looking little uncomfortable in thier quite revealing clothes.

“ Gee...They're totally whipped....” Kuririn stated silently with a straightest possible face and placed the last fork beside a random plate.

“ Agreed, honey.” Juu said deadpanned and set the kettle containing the experiencing-gourmee-style-food on middle of the round wooden table. They broke out in huge grins.

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Inside their own room Kakarott and Vegeta were both faced with one mutual problem. ` God! What I have done to deserve this?! ....well maybe mugged and robbed couple of times...okay...many times...but, HOW IN HELL I'M GOING TO GET THIS HARD ON DOWN!? HUH!? YA ANSWER ME THAT, WILL YA!? DAMN YOU FOR MAKING WOMEN LOOKS SO DAMN ABSOLUTELY GOOD! WHY WOMEN HAVE TO LOOK SEXY DRESSED LIKE THAT?! HUH?! This is going to be a long night...' Their thought went both the same trail.

Lessay... dressing had never been more awkward.

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The dinner was eaten in silence. It was half-awkward and half-comfortable. Everybody seemed to be interested in their food. And everybody could see right thru the act. The soup-stew was actually great, though it looked funny and downrigh suspicious. No one really had mind and guts to say that to Juuhachi who was smiling happily at the fact she had managed to cook edible food for the first time in her life. But the others didn't have to know that.

Kakarott found it hard to eat. He was famished alright, but why he had to sit across ChiChi and have a clear and clean eye contact to her deliciously revealed cleavage(sp?). Not that he minded, really...It just hindered him from eating and he was voracious!

Vegeta watched almost enchanted as the blue-haired girl ate with such table manner he'd never seen before. The subtle way she held the fork and opened that red-lipped mouth of hers...Would she be as subtle and enticing when he kissed her? He began to shovel food into his mouth more vigorously. He could go there later!

ChiChi was actually really interested in the food. She had never eaten anything like it before! She ate the last forkful, savoring the taste. Neatly she placed the fork on the plate like she was taught to do in upper class parties before she realized it mattered the fuck here and out it carelessly on the table. She looked around. Maybe now was the good time to say something since everybody was so into their food.

“ I'm sorry,” she announced and heads shot up staring at her incredulously, mouths full of food and cheeks round. ChiChi fought not to giggle at the sight. Bulma swallowed her meal, suddenly getting what her sister was doing. She placed her fork down too.

“ Yes. We're sorry,” she repeated, giving a challenging look. “ Sorry for giving you guys up like that back at the shack. It just seemed to be the only way. I mean, What you told about Yamcha-“

“ The Asshole.” Vegeta corrected dryly and Bulma almost growled at him. He smirked.

“ -told about `him'...if that was true so, if you guys were in the fore front and we behind you, he could have just shot you all or something assuming we were unconscious.... and we really didn't want you to die or anything...”

Juuhachi, Kuririn, Vegeta and Kakarott stared blankly at the apologizing twins, with calculating looks. Were they fooling or really saying sorry? ChiChi felt her eye corner twitch. `Damn stubborn, suspecting....'

“ Hey! We're trying to apologize here! Really! What's with the looks anyway!” she snapped. What if they didn't forgive them? What if Kakarott didn't forgive her? The thought was becoming unbearable, but they had to try...

“ I mean...it was just spur of the moment and we thought it could save you...” Bulma stammered, her thoughts going wild. She had never had met people like this and she even considered them as friends. Real friends. Not those fame-seekers that hung in every corner at school beacuse she was Bulma Briefs. And Vegeta...

The both fell silent, looking down.

“ Nah, we forgive ya,” Kakarott said as the others nodded and resumed eating.

“ What!?” Bulma and ChiChi asked in disbelief.

“ Ya heard him. He said `we damnit forgive ya'. Ya deaf, wench?” Vegeta taunted and gave a bad-ass smirk and stared eating again. Bulma felt her insides go all warm. Everything wiped off with one bad-ass smile and nonchalant sounding statement. She couldn't help but smile widely.

Maybe they still had a chance.

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Yamcha was perched on his chair in his crappy office. He was thinking. Who the hell could have robbed ChiChi and Bulma Briefs from hospital, when they were guarded by the top agent of the `SWAT Team!'? No criminal had such gall...well except for himself but he really wasn't one of those brightest one living on the face of the Earth.

He reached for his Armani suit's pocket and felt for possible little package. Shit! No such luck. He was again out of crack, damnit! And top of that his old man was becoming suspicious. Showing up with a broken nose hadn't been on of his brightest ideas.(When does he have them anyway?I recall...Never!)

And what if the girls blabbed everything? He paled at the thought. His daddy was going to be so mad...

The door flung open and Miles the ever faithful servant scurried in, smiling like a chesire cat on marijuana. (Which he probably was in, but let's not go there...) “ Boss! Great news! Ya should listen to this!” he babbled over cheerily. `Damn! Has everybody else shit, but me today!?' Yamcha thought sourly and gestured Miles to carry on.

“ We have a witness! This man here...”

“ A witness?” the Boss asked dumbly.

“ Yes! This man `ere reported that he had seen those two blonde men and blonde girl, one bald man, one blu-haired and one black-haired girl in slum districts, getting off the car the police were pursuing today and what are the bloody chances that it's them?! Huh huh?!” Miles stopped, looked an idiot for awhile and then fainted.

Yamcha could care less about Miles fainting at the moment. He was saved! He just needed to find those people, little rough them up and then blow them up with dynamite or something like that. No, make it C4! No witnesses, no nothing! Just mysterious explosion in the slums! And why the hell police would be interested in slums, where ten murders per day were ordinary occurrence?!

Leaping out of his chair, calling Miles to bring the witness to him and get the men ready for the next job, totally forgetting that Miles laid on the floor in his office. Only when he tripped over him, and hurt his nose in progress again, he remembered.

“ Miles what are you doing in there! Get up! I didn't give permission to go sleep! Miles! Ya hear me?! Damn...” Or not...

Nah! Screw Miles! He had a group of people to blow up so no time for fainting subordinates!

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It was drawing near the morning and occupants of the small apartment were still wide awake after the horrid chase and even more horrid show of Vegeta's driving skills or lack of there, dress changing, Juuhachi and Kuririn's food and little personal problem Vegeta and Kakarott acquired by just looking at the wrong direction.

ChiChi had to admit after a while these clothes were really nice and comfortable as she sat on the couch with her sister and the others were dwelling about nothing. Just lazing around. It was kind of nice but maybe now would be great time to ask about those weapons and equipment and that picture in the recently jammed drawer.

“ Uh..guys?” she said drawing people's attention to herself. “ We've been meaning to ask about that drawer and its containments.”

The black-haired boy duo suddenly paled. “ Drawer? What drawer?!” they asked in unison sounding as innocent as a child after getting caught red-handed at the cookie. The reaction definitely perked up Juu's and Kuririn's interest and being the mischievous pair they were...” Drawer? What drawer, Ouji, Son?” Juu asked deadpanned.

“ The top drawer. It was jammed so we pulled it open and all those things scattered all over the room.” Bulma answered and wondered was the drawer really that personal as the owners of the place were looking paler and sweatier by every passing second.

Kakarott felt like he was in a oven and someone had turned it up to 300ï‚° Celsius degrees. How the girls could talk about it so calmly. To his knowledge, girls got really pissed off at things like that... His chances were ruined! What if she didn't want to have anything to do with him?! He was panicking! Vegeta was sweating too. ` I should have hidden them `behind' the damn accursed piece of woodwork! Now they woman will be so disgusted...'

“ What do we do!? What do we do?!” Kakarott whispered so quietly and unnoticeable as possibly possible.

“ We grit our teeth and bear it like fucking men we are!” the pointy-haired man whispered back, looking nervous.

“ I mean what you guys do with that many knives, throwing things and guns? And what's with the picture?” Bulma continued idly not really noticing the exchange between Kakarott and Vegeta.

Kakarott and Vegeta blinked simultaneously. “ Ya mean they're not talkin' about `that drawer'?! Kakarott sighed in relief and Vegeta wiped the sweat off his forehead and the others gave that weird look again. “ I told ya damnit, we shoulda move'em behind the whole thing! What if the lasses had found them!? Ya idiot!” Vegeta whispered angrily, snatching his almost-brother from the ear and pulled. Kakarott swatted his hand away and shoved him backwards aggressively.

“ Hey! Not my fault!” he yelled as Vegeta was attacked him again, tackling him on the floor rather painfully. Kakarott swore and soon they had broken out in full-blown wrestling and fist-fight spewing insults and curse words.

The twins looked on their mouth agape and eyes huge and Juu yelled for them to stop and quit acting like ten-year-olds she too, was showing off the lengthy extend of her vocabulary. Kuririn snuck off to the bedroom and opened the only unopened top drawer. His eyes bugged.

He stared for one stunned minute before he began snickering. ` No wonder da guys went lil' pale...' The drawer was full of porn magazines, mostly play girl, and there was a packet of condoms there too. ` Well, they sure have picked up something from the Health Class....' he was now chortling. Still laughing, Kuririn shut the drawer and went back. No one had noticed his absence, since they were all so en thrilled with he fight going on.

Kuririn quickly ducked as Vegeta received nasty round house kick to his chest that send him flying backwards towards the short, bald youth. Vegeta landed experiently soft, rolling curled backwards and jumping back to his feet again ready to take on Kakarott's incoming fist.

“ STOP THIS SHIT IN THIS BLOODY INSTANT!!”

The whole scene froze and all heads turned to ChiChi was now fuming, hand on hips, chest stuck outwards and scowling angrily. Not the best thing to do regarding her current clothing. Kakarott's eyes almost automatically were drawn to her chest. “ Holy....Well, that's a view I don't mind!” he exclaimed from the frozen positions he and Vegeta were in. Kakarot was just about to punch Vegeta, who had a hand raised to block. Vegeta's knee was half-raised to deliver a painful spin kick to ribs as his adversary's left hand was already defending there. It was quite hilarious sight.

ChiChi realized where his gaze was located at and blushed beet-red, her hands quickly coming up to cover her chest. Kakarott's face fell. The raven-haired girl noticed this and couldn't help but feel little smug and happy... and the question of the Drawer forgotten....luckily.

“ Okay! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THIS FIGHT ABOUT FUCKING THIS TIME, BUGGERS!?!?” Juu screeched, arms crossed and foot tapping.

“ NOTHIN' THAT CONCERNS YA, BITCH!!” Vegeta sneered as he dropped his position and stalked to sulk on the coach next to Bulma, who blushed.

“ Why ya...”

“ Juu hon, leggo... he's not worth it. How about we finally get on the fun I've been wanting the whole evening and night?” Kuririn said holding Juu back from throttling Vegeta, ( who was smirking and giving a finger at her and ogling at Bulma next to him) with sleazy soap opera voice that set off the persons in the room with roar of laughter.

Juu giggled and soon dragged Kuririn off to the bed room shutting the door behind. ( Well Duh!) Kakarott and Vegeta laughed and then stopped abruptly.

“ Wait a second....”

“ NOT IN OUR FRIGGIN' ROOM AGAIN!!! BLONDIE!! AARRGH THE DAMN ACCURSED FORSAKEN €[{€Â£]@ï‚°$Â£€$̈́ 4;€{{][}/”Â¤#”#Â¤Â¤!&#( !!!!” Vegeta screeched and then plobbed down on the coach, groaning. Kakarott sighed irritated. He looked over ChChi who wore a face of perfect shock and incredulity(sp?). Bulma was blushing violet red and wondered if her face would stay red the rest of her life. All this blushing couldn't be good.

The first moan was sounded and ChiChi jumped up, clamping her hands on her ears and run out of the apartment. Bulma did the same and run into the bathroom proclaiming to take a shower. Rolling his eyes Kakarott rose and went after ChiChi. The corridors weren't the safest places in the world at this hour...of coarse there was nothing else reason for him to go after her. Of coarse not!

He opened the front door and stepped out into the dusky, dirty corridor and noted with amusement that Vegeta had sneaked after the blue-hair. He saw the contour of ChiChi leaning against the wall little farther away from the door. He could hear in the silence her soft breathing.

“ ChiChi?” he asked softly.

“ Yes, Kakarott?” she breathed back, berating herself mentally for giving such cold-sounding response. She turned her head to look at him. He was standing there, only as a black silhouette, looking at her intently and she swore she could see him smirking that breath-taking smirk at her.

“ Ya really ain't used to thing like'at?” he asked coming closer.

“ No. It's just...well...all my life I've been taught to manners and protocols of some sort and our nanny teacher's so traditional and strict. I'm surprised we didn't need to wear coursettes! And she kind of installed this no-anything-sexual-openly-and-it's-bad-anyway attitude to us...” she rambled on and found herself wanting to pour everything to him.

“ A nanny, huh? Well, she's jus' probably jealous of yer looks and hasn't gotten laid in ages.” Kakarott chuckled. ChiChi gave also a little titter.

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Somewhere in the big mansion of the Ox King family, Mrs. Wunschbar sneezed soundly.

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“ And I just....” ChiChi trailed off. He was standing right in front of her less than feet apart, towering over her about a head length. She could feel his warm breathing, smell his virile scent. Slowly he raised his hand and stroked her cheek gently.

“ I dunno how it happened, when and where, Chich, but I....” Kakarott's voice faded. He had never ever said those words to anyone. “ And I....damn....”

He suddenly leaned down and captured her lips into a fiery kiss. His arms sneaked around her, other going up to her neck and hair and the other sliding down her side, down to her back, crushing her lithe body to his masculine one. ChiChi eyes shot wide open as his lips deceased on hers. She could feel nothing else except his arms around her and that hot mouth doing wonderful things to hers.

The passions she didn't know she possessed, surfaced as she practically threw herself on him, wrapping her own hands around his neck and kissed him back with fervor.

They parted panting. Kakarott gazed in wonder at her flushed face and bright black eyes, that shone like never before. Had there ever been lovelier creature in existence? He stroked her back and decided to act more boldly with her.

ChiChi, in her euphoric bliss, saw him smirk. “ God your lips taste like honey...” She blushed at the comment and he took her chin between his thumb and fingers, gazing at her intimately. She only had time to give a little yip as he kissed her again hungrily. Taking the advantage of her open mouth he shoved his tongue inside her mouth eliciting a surprised sound that soon turned into pleasurable moan.

His tongue explored every dibs and ridge in her mouth. Her teeth, gums and then he gently brushed against her tongue savoring the hot sweetness of her orifice. ChiChi was lost in heaven. How could someone kiss like this? She had never been kissed before so she really couldn't compare, but she didn't complain. These new exiting things her body felt and the emotions so new, she became braver and moved tryingly her own tongue and Kakarott gave an encouraging sound.

She slipped timidly her tongue into his mouth, gasping at the warmth she felt there. Kakarott let her explore his mouth and moaned as she brushed ever so slight against his own. God, this was heaven. No woman ever had left him feeling like this nor tasted sweet as her. She felt so right in his arms. Warm and soft. Someone to protect and love.

The burning in their oxygen-deprived lungs forced them to part. They panted hard from the lack of air and the raising passion. ChiChi clung to him, putting her head to his chest to rest there and to get her breath back. She heard the strong thudding of his heart and felt the hard muscles beneath the texture of his shirt.

Kakarott stroked her back gently and then gripped her ass tightly, hoisting her up. ChiChi yelped in surprise, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist instinctively and she was now face to face to his smirking handsome face.

“ Kakarott...your hands on my ass.” She stated deadpanned, still panting and blushing some more. Kakarott smirked and rubbed her buns, grasping them in more tightly, relishing the feeling of the deliciously round softness under his hand. ChiChi whimpered and hugged him tightly, her chest pressing against his.

“ I know. And they like where they are and not gonna move that easily.” He whispered into her ear giving the shell a small tender lick. “ Chich...”

The raven-haired girl felt gasped and murmured something incomprehensible. `Okay...here it goes...' she thought and preyed for the best.

“ I love you.” She whispered, surprising Kakarott totally and placed a small kiss on his lips and drew back shyly, gauging his reactions.

“ You...love me?” he asked breathless, looking into those black depths of calm joy at the new found feeling.

“ Yes. It took me a while to figure it out...But yes. With all my heart.” She watched as his face lit up in sheer joy. Eye brightened and his mouth curved into a genuine happy smile. She loved him!

“ God I love you too...” he shivered back and they leaned into a kiss and he added with a bad-ass smirk, “ ...wench...” And before ChiChi had time to get angry or smack him for Kami-knows-how-manieth-time this eventful day, he kissed her again and their minds and thoughts melted together into pure bliss of love and pleasure.

Kakarott's hands started roaming her body and she tangled her hands onto his black spiky hair...

“ HOLY JESUS! CHICHI!!! YOU'RE KISSING THAT CRIMINAL OR HE'S GONNA RAPE YOU AND I BET THE FUCK THAT IT'S THE LATTER!!” A voice screamed sounding beyond shocked. Kakarott and ChiChi whipped his head to the sound and they both were immediately paralyzed in shock. The whole corridor was filled with with men that wore green night vision goggles and machine guns.

One of them stepped enraged forward, ripping the night vision goggles off revealing very pissed off...

“ Yamcha?” ChiChi squeaked in shock and Kakarott's mouth moved, but no sound came out. They had to get out of here and fast! He could clear all the men without problem if they were unarmed and blind... instead of being armed with machine guns and probable pistols and knives and night vision visors... and the stair case happened to be behind the group. Trapped!

Yamcha reached a hand for ChiChi and the delinquent immediately stepped back, glaring.

“ I should have known, you were behind this, Son Kakarott. Hiring those blonde men to d the dirty job for you, eh?” The idiotic mafia boss spat and took yet another step closer. The couple sweatdropped and Kakarott took one back ChiChi tightly secured in his lap. The dimwit still didn't get it, did he? The real identity was not that hard to connect, was it?

“ ARGH!! Get your filthy hands off her butt right now!” he yelled furiously pointing repeatedly at his hands supporting her on her ass.

“ Oh yeah?” Kakarott smirked and squeezed her buns some more as ChiChi readjusted her legs around him and sighed contently to Yamcha's great irritation. Kakarott could only hope that the ruckus Yamcha was making would draw Vegeta's attention and he would have enough brains to get away....

The men behind Yamcha loaded the machine guns scaringly audible and the sound sounded painfully loud in the corridor of broken plaster, dirt it's main theme, rats and broken pieces of furniture. One window casting the wee hours artificial light to the wall. The stage was set.

“ ChiChi, darling. I'm here to rescue you. I don't wanna hurt you.” Yamcha said sickeningly sweetly and pulled out a silent pistol and pointing it at them, taking the third step forwards.

“ Got to Hell Yamcha! I know everything about you and your little `business'!! They told me all, so don't you try to pull on me that shit!!!! Besides, I now know what the heck you actually did with the sour lemon juice, a spoon that was sooty from below and a match. That now screams to me clearly what you did with them, so don't even try to explain or make speeches!!! Fuck you!! You were besides the one who kidnapped us!! You bribed our nanny to join in easily because you knew she hates me and Bulma!! You arranged everything, you pig!! The shack, the cellar, those thugs...Hell! Even the weird `Boss' creature to feint everything!!! So don't you give me any crap of not hurting us!! Final ultimatum!!” ChiChi screeched enraged beyond anything. Yamcha and the whole group of armed mafia men were now good five meter farther form them. Kakarott looked little shocked and then regaining his composure, smirked.

“ As the lay says Yam-mucha-mucha-munchkins.”

Yamcha glared icily and gave a finger and Kakarott just rose an eyebrow at him. The mafia boss chuckled after that. “ Correct. Correct. I should applaud you for that Ms. Briefs, for making the connections and figuring everything out. Too bad little someones ruined the plot just before I was about to sent the ransom... I was hoping we could have after that, spent some time together, but since you have knowledge of everything, I have no other option, but to shoot you both. And then Vegeta, the blondie, the Chestnut boy...”

Kakarott snorted. “Yeah, then?! Even you can't get away with six shot bodies!”

“ You're right, I can't. That's why I have a little something with me.” Yamcha chuckled, turned to one of his men who handed him something. He turned back and there was a clean package in his hands. It took a minute before Kakarott recognized what it was and he paled. ChiChi shot him a questioning look. What danger could little package be? Yamcha gave the package back to the man. (Let's call him...Mike from now on.)

“ I see you recognize it, riff-raff. Yes it's what you think. A double doze of C4. See? Problem solved! No bodies, no anything! Just a huge unexplainable explosion. And now I beg your pardon but I really have to sho-“

“ KAKAROTT!! WHATTA HELL?! HOW IN THE FUCK I'M GONNA DO ANYTHING WITH THE WOMAN IF YOU AND THAT WENCH OF YOURS KEEP SUCH RUCKUS THAT EVEN GRAMPA WOULD WAKE UP!!!!! AND I WAS JUST GETTING TO THE ROMANCE PART, YA IDIOT!!”” Vegeta bellowed angry as a mad bull and half-naked mind you, swinging the door to Yamcha's face,( my my...how he did happen to stand on the way of the door...te hee...) knocking him down and breaking his nose for the third time.

“ VEGETA!” Came Bulma's irritated and embarrassed voice from inside.

“ WHAT WOMAN!!? YOU SHOULDA SEE IN WHICH POSITION THAT SISTER OF YOURS CURRENTLY IS!!” Vegeta yelled back, not noticing Yamcha, the armed herd of men or the situation in general because the door blocked his view.

“ Kakarott! Whatta hell ya're jus' standing there and staring! Whatta fuck could be so interesting in a dark corridor!!??! Huh?” Kakarott pointed behind the door and Vegeta quickly peeked to the corridor, seeing swearing and half-conscious Yamcha with a broken nose and lots of blood and a group of dangerous nigh-vision enhanced men.

“ Well... that explains it...” he said slowly turning back to Kakarott and ChiChi, who were already making a mad dash towards the door.

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A/N: Heheee!! Cliffhanger!! Damn Yamcha for ruining Kakarott and ChiChi's moment!! RAAAGHH!!

Yamcha: (Covering before ISW) Bu-but you... made... me to do that!! You're the author!!

ISW: You really think I give a fuck about that?! Shine! (Die!) (Bashes Yamcha with her `Titanium Beef Master 3000ïƒ”' frying pan) YOU <Clang>...FUCKING <Bang>...RUINED <Smash>...THEIR <Bonk>...MOMENT!!< KA-CRASH!>

Yamcha: (Tweet tweet) Oh lookie... pretty stars...( Dies.)

ISW: Ah! That was the good deed of the day...( saunters away whistling)

JA NE MINNA-SAN!! WAAH! THIS STORY IS SOON OVER!! BUHUU...Only two- four chapters left...sniff...