Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ All of The People... ❯ The main boss goes finally bye bye! ( Chapter 19 )

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

Disclaimer: You're persistent pest.... the answer is till NO! You no own! But pleaaassseeee..... Even a little fraction? Like, Goku's hair? Or Vegeta's boots? NO!! FOR HIMMEL'S SAKE!! YOU! DON'T!! OWN! A! THING!! Damnit... once again I shall make a tactical retreat to rise again towards the ownership of DBZ!!

Note!: This is the last actual chapters and then there's gonna be an epilogue. Brace yourselves! This chapter's gonna be heckuva long full of action, humor, drama, final defeat of Yamcha and romance and definitely rated M and gonna be probably one of my best chapters ever! Enjoy!

Chapter XIX - Yamcha Goes Finally Bye Bye!!

Kakarott and ChiChi dashed past Vegeta who promptly slammed the door shut with a loud bang, locked the door and put on the safety lock, before any of the Yamcha's crooks had time to react. Yamcha was sitting on his butt on the floor spewing curses he was sure daddy wouldn't appreciate, rubbing his broken nose. Goddammit that quick plastic surgery had done the trick two times before, but was expensive as Hell. The doctor had told him to be careful around his nose; the third time would leave it permanently like that due the risk of not yet healed scars form the other two surgeries preventing the next one...

“ Ouji.... Vegeta.... you bitch... you just managed to move your rank up to my very own Black hit list....” he crumbled nasally, his voice sounding whinny and high-pitched. In short: he sounded like a retarded Tele-tubby on steroids and that was only the half-truth. His men around were very unsure of what to do. To help their idioti- uh.... disable boss or just wait for orders which they guessed were...

“ GOD FUCK IT, YA NITWITS! AFTER THEM!” He bellowed in his new-found nasal voice, emitting little snickers from his men., but that was quickly fixed with a miserable killer glare.

“ Uh... boss? The door's kinda in a way....” stated Mike (the guy who carries the C4) meekly. He was really uncomfortable with the whole idea of blowing this place to Hell, especially when it was himself who carried the whole bomb... The totally incompetent mafia boss rose shakily to his feet rubbing his butt from the wall. He was shaking.

“ The door's kinda in a way?” he said slowly with so quiet voice that it sent chills down the nigh vision enhanced hit team. “ The door's kinda in a way!.?” he said again louder and the men looked away nervously. That was it!! Yamcha couldn't take it anymore! He seemed to be cursed with stupid people whereever he went! And how possible is that!.? And now.... a couple of riff-raffs and his supposed lays were outwitting him? ...Not to mention the yet another ruined Armani suit.... And if daddy ever found out....

He let out a complete maniac scream of frustration, his nasal voice making all the more creepier, scaring the shit out of his group of minions. “ BREAK THE FUCKING DOOR!! NOW!!” Yamcha yelled pointing furiously at the offending door that stood between him and his targets. The group saluted, crap scared out of them. Besides, their dear little mafia movement was in danger thanks to current occupants residing behind that particular door. So this was doing them good to get rid of them in good ol' mafia style...

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Behind the door, Vegeta put the safety lock on and stepped away from the door and the other couple turned to the door expectantly. Nothing happened which was weird considering the amount of trained killers behind the broad piece of white-painted wood. Shouldn't they be braking the door by now? Not stopping to debate their stroke of luck the trio glanced at each other, blushed at the state their clothing and present appearance were in, and rushed simultaneously to different directions to block the door with furniture. They completely tuned out the groans and moans coming from the bedroom. A moment later Bulma emerged form the bathroom, hastily dressed on crinkled clothes, hair mussed and blush covering her features joining the furniture moving comrades.

ChiChi arched a delicate eyebrow at her twin sister. “ Do I need to ask?”

Bulma looked away, then smirked retorting: “ No, but do I?” she pointed at the way ChiChi clothes were ruffled and her hair messy. They both giggled. Are there any things you don't share wit your dear twin sister? ( ...no comment...) Kakarott and Vegeta rolled their eyes at the girls behavior. Hello! They were in middle of crisis that involved them and certain mafia group and they were having a girlie-small-talk?

Soon with lot's of huffing-puffing the both sofas, tables and chairs were piled in front of the door. Nothing still had happened so far. Kakarott stalked quietly next to the door and pressed his ear on the wall, listening on what exactly was going on there. Vegeta and the girls joined him soon just to hear Yamcha curse and then start talking with funny voice.

“ Is that Yamcha?!” ChiChi whispered incredulous at Kakarott who looked as perturbed as everybody else. He could only nod. Soon followed the ah so usual 'after them' yell. But nothing happened. Vegeta frowned. He couldn't hear anything, anymore. They had tuned down the conversation volume it seemed...

“ AAAAAAAARARARARARARAARRARAAAAGAHAGHAGAHAGAIAIAIIGAIAIGAIIGAISGSSSAAAAAAAAIA IIAIAEEEHHSJJHSHJS!!” rang a horrendous screech from the corridor and the teens quickly scrambled away form the wall hugging each other in surprise. “Whatta heck/ fuck/hell/ in devil's name was that!” they murmured in unison, eyes wide and hearts thundering in chest.

The first crashing sound against the door brought them all back to their senses. “ They're gonna break the door!” Bulma yelled panicked.

“ No shit woman!” Vegeta shouted back and threw himself against the furniture to add some weight to the blockage, Kakarott following him.

“ I was wondering what the heck took them so long....” Kakarott muttered irritated as another strike to the door shook the furniture and the force of the hit unpleasantly traveled through the wooden aspects to their backs as dull thuds. “ Damn! They really pack a muscle...” the other black-haired teenager said gritting his teeth. Bulma and ChiChi watched with wide scared eyes and the pounding to the door sounding in their ears like constant background drum rhythm. They had just realized these guys meant business and were really trying to kill them, no matter who they were. What should they do? No... what they can do! ChiChi crawled determinedly next to Kakarott, pressing her back against the pile.

Kakarott gave her a questioning but oddly happy look. She smiled sweetly at him. Just being near him gave her extra boost on confidence, not mention the absolute feeling of security. Even if she was going to die she had had a chance to experience love that swept your feet under you and made you feel warm and happy. And to think from all of the people it was because of a teenage criminal... All of the people two delinquent, supposed bad people, had rescued them even if it was for selfish purposes at that time, but now... She smiled and glanced at her love's face which was twisted in to grimace and was spewing curses that sent your socks rolling. ' All of the people it had to be you... but I'm glad.'

Bulma looked around the apartment. The door wasn't going to hold on forever and when it did give in... What they needed were some kind of weapons. This apartment was at the top floor with no balcony or down climbing possibilities whatsoever, so that left the guns... And for Pete's sake they had guns! Bulma brightened! A full drawer of them! Just behind the closed door to the .....bedroom.... The blue-haired heiress's train of thought froze.

“ Oh damn... why me?” she wailed, closing her eyes and then went dashing across the room. To the bedroom's door.

“ Whatta fuck you're doing, bitch?!” Vegeta bellowed and then grunted at the thud on his back. What was his woman doing? Whatever it was, it looked like something he didn't like...

“ I'm going to get us some guns, Vegeta! The door will eventually break and we need something to defend ourselves with!” she screamed hysterically and disappeared into the room. Vegeta blinked and then smirked. Oh yeah! That was his woman alright! Now only to get her...” Goddamn!” another loud strike felt on his back braking the pleasant thought he was just about to have.

Bulma kept her eyes fixed straight forwards, on to the drawer as she ran inside. She would not look or let it disturb her in anyway. Bulma ran in, grabbed the drawer somehow managing to be obvious to the whole thing going on and ran out. She sighed in relief and then turned to close the door, forgetting to concentrate on being obvious. “ Holy...” she slammed the door shut, pressing her back at it, read as tomato.

“ Woman! Stop daydreaming and bring 'ose loads here! What's wrong with ya?!” Vegeta shouted at her angrily.

“ Well, I damn didn't know you could have sex in that position or do those things going on in this room, you jerk!!!” Bulma screeched furiously and embarrassed. She carried the drawer grudgingly to the others, wearing a perfect mask of you-should-damn-well-thank-me-for-doing-this-and-suffering-the consequences-with-a-complaint. ChiChi gave a nervous giggle at her sister, wondering what she had seen. Maybe she should take a little peek- she slapped herself, blushing bright red and gazing at Kakarott, fiddling her thumbs.

“ Oh...” the boys shrugged with understanding faces leaning more on the pile. This thudding really was taking its toll on their backs. They still hadn't fully recovered from the weeks events. Even if they had had shower and eaten, they were still seriously undernourished and tired mentally and physically. They had slept the night in the jail, but after that the rest had been minimal and non-existent. Now to think of it they had been awake around thirty hours...

The reached forwards, picking up knives first and hiding them in various places as Bulma and ChiChi looked dumbfounded as the weapons just vanished into places you'd think they could never be hidden at. Lastly they took the guns and handful of bullets and started loading them carefully, leaving for some odd reason the fourth bullet gap empty, then clicking the revolver shut. At the girls' bewildered looks they just smirked and shrugged nonchalantly. Kakarott frowned suddenly.

“ They stopped.” he rose up and tip-toed quickly to listen through the wall again.

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Yamcha growled in irritation. This was getting nowhere. Maybe he should just leave the bomb and be done with it.... NO! This was personal and required interaction face to face. Besides the min-war between him the Ouji- and Son-boy had been going on too long just to blow thing sup like that! He would personally see them tied up and the C4 package in between them, their desperate gazes pleading for mercy and forgiveness... which he wouldn't grant! He would laugh, oh he would laugh cruelly and then light a match, drop in on the floor with mock-clumsiness and the whole place would flame up so beautifully... he would throw the last sarcastic comment which would make his men laugh and they'd leave. And just when they'd be a block away a huge mushroom explosion would been seen at the background and he would throw another line....

He growled quite ferally. The door should by every physics law be already broken into pieces! It was dented and the paint had already worn off. They had been doing this already fifteen fucking minutes! “ Why the door isn't broken yet!?” he asked icily from no one.

“ Umm... boss... you see... the door's kinda barraged or something. They might have used the furniture to support and streghten the door...” Mike said from the side ways, holding the offending package on his hands. Though he couldn't help but feel little smug as he watched the others try and break the door with no success. Being a bomb carrier wasn't hat bad now that you looked at it...

Th young mafia boss stared. “ Oh why I ought to....” he contemplated for a moment (Oh yeah! Go Yamcha! Let me get loose my excitement... more like my lunch! Grabs a bucket and spews on it. ) and ordered the group to stop, who obeyed gratefully. They were big gangsta men with broad shoulders, but even they couldn't go on breaking doors for hours with their shoulders, which were now black and blue.

“ I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!! OUTTA WAY! WERE BLASTING THIS THING OPEN! FUCKING FIRE AT WILL!!” Yamcha ordered with his tele-tubby voice, drawing his pistols and began shooting like a mad man at the door, wall, everything.

“ Yes sir!” The hit team bellowed happily opening the fire with their machine guns tearing the wall and door down. Hey, who doesn't love blowing up things?!

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Vegeta, Bulma and ChiChi were looking at listening Kakarott worriedly. Kakarott strained his hearing, but he could only hear incomprehensible mumbling. This wasn't good if they couldn't hear what they were planning...

“ I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!! OUTTA WAY! WERE BLASTING THIS THING OPEN! FUCKING FIRE AT WILL!!” came a muffled voice of Yamcha's as the first sounds of gun triggering reached the wild-haired teenager's ears. His eyes widened and mouth dropped as he turned his panicked eyes at the now spooked trio, tense and unable to move farther. They were fucking going to shoot them here like rabbits in a cage!

Luckily the rational part of his mind overrode his nerve systems commands with kick and he got a hold of his self. “ DUCK!! THEY'RE FUCKING GONNA BLOW THE WHOLE WALL AND DOOR!!” he threw himself onto the wooden floor as the first deadly bullets tore thru the wall and whizzed past him to the back wall. Vegeta slammed the shell-shocked Bulma down on her stomach and grouching down himself and lying on the floor hands holding his head and cursing. ChiChi scrambled away and lay on her stomach screaming in terror.

The noise was horrible as the bullets easily punctured the wall like paper and stopped with a crash to the other wall. The whizzing sound tortured ears and only increased their fear and panic. Kakarott crawled on his stomach muttering obscenities and trying to reach the gun he had left at the furniture pile.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!! BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAMBLAM BLAM BLAM!!!

The wall was beginning to look like swiss cheese and you could easily see the shooting men with machine guns and their mad youth leader. Over the noise they could hear Yamcha shouting with sick gloating and glee. “ Shoot lower you bakas!! They're on the floor!! HAHAA!!”

“ God strike that sick fuck....” Kakarott cursed and rolled on to his back and shot three well aimed ones and heard satisfying screams of pain of being hit. He was forced quickly to scram away as the fire began centering on him. Distantly he heard ChiChi scream in fear and his heart dropped to his stomach. He jumped a low somersault closer to her and rolled away with her tightly secure into his arms. ChiChi clutched him like a drowning holds a straw. He felt couple of bullets making a slight scratches on his arms and he rolled once more covering her body with his...

The black-haired girl gave one wide-eyes look at the wall wondering idly how it was still standing and how they were still alive.

“ HA! Center on middle! We've almost go them!” Yamcha's creepily weird voice sounded as he booted the wall, making a crack at it.

After hearing this Vegeta quickly rolled away from the close range distance and noticed Bulma still frozen on the spot. With one mighty and risky leap he jumped to her feeling a bullet sign his arm and fly past. “ Shit! Get up we-” he never had the time to finish as the wall finally crumbled down, the structures finally caving in, they all screamed and the machine gun fire finally ceasing little after it.

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Kuririn rose little his head, panting. “ Did ya hear something, hon? Like... gunfire, maybe?” he asked frowning. Juuhachi smirked and then retorted. “ Even if I heard I don't care! And I don't hear! Screw me already!” she ordered playfully and Kuririn was happy to oblige. And so they began again, too lost in passion and each other to hear anything else... for the umpteenth time that night....

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There was gray dust everywhere and sharp pieces of wood were littered about the room. Debris was filling the room and everything was hazy and dusty. It floated in the air like a veil and stung in lungs like no other day. Luckily there was only little concrete mixed within the dust so it wasn't life-threatening. ( In case you didn't know, concrete is very dangerous when digested accidentally or breathed way too much as a dust.)

Kakarott had lost consciousness for a minute or two and was now dizzy as hell. Back of his head throbbing and surprisingly moving his shoulder was extremely painful. Moaning, he rolled off of ChiChi onto his back and into sitting position. He was covered in dust and a trickle of blood went down his neck starting from his head, where a piece of crumbling wall had hit him.

“ Chich....? Ya okay?” he croaked weakly his head spinning. ChiChi nodded and rose also up, sitting there, looking dazed. It took her a while to get the focus back on her black eyes, She wasn't that hurt, thanks to Kakarott. She turned her head at him , smiling, intending to thank him when her face froze into one of shock.

“ Huh?” he asked wearily as ChiChi stared at his shoulder.

“ Oh... God! You're hurt!” she whispered and pointed at his shoulder, panicking. Kakarott glanced down. Half of his chest and arm was covered in deep red, his blood. He could see the place where the bullet had hit. He felt it had hit from odd angle and the bullet wasn't that deep and dangerous. Actually the blood was already drying and the wound was only wet from the blood it had already bled. No wonder he hurt like a kicked dog.

“ It's okay. It's not bad. The bleeding has already stopped, anyway.” he reassured her and trying to keep his cool as she poked at the wound.

“ Okay, huh? You have a damn bullet in your shoulder!”

“ .........................” was all Kakarott had to say as looked around desperately trying to find something wrap the wound on.

While Kakarott was trying to reassure ChiChi that he was fine and only little winded Vegeta groaned as someone tugged at his arm and pulled him from under the piece of the wall with a swift pull. He was all bruised and scratched and his cheek was nicely swelling up from the blow that had knocked him on the floor. Damn this thing fucked!

“ Vegeta...” came Bulma's unsure voice as he slowly crawled into something that resembled comfortable position. Bulma was all dusty and distressed as she gazed at where the wall had been and remains of it stuck out. The room looked suddenly much more bigger. And Yamcha's troops and Yamcha himself in his dusty and coughing glory were standing there guns more than ready to shoot from orders or without orders. She backed up a little, helping Vegeta up and they stood there watching each others carefully.

“ Well well... It looks like we had at least one of them... “ he stroked his chin smugly as his gaze landed on Kakarott and ChiChi, who was now glaring with utmost defiance and hate. Bulma and Vegeta gasped at the state he was in and almost rushed to him, but were stopped as Yamcha smiled evilly and pointed his trustworthy guns at them; one to Bulma and Vegeta; another to Kakarott and ChiChi.

“ Now Now... First; we'll have a little talk. Then; I blow this place to Venus. Finally; no more of you guys.” Yamcha smirked and was happy about his own cool made up movie line. The silence ensued between them as the glares where exchanged. The air was thick and tense with the animosity and unreleased aggression. The mafia boss clicked audibly the stroke compressor. It was loud and it predicted death as clearly as-

“ OH GOD!! YES YES!!! YES HARDER!! OH YEAH!! MORE MORE!!! FUCK ME DAMN IT HARDER, OH YES! AAAGHH!”

“ OH JUUHACHI! JUU! AH! YOU'RE SO WONDERFUL!! OH YEAH! SHAKE THAT YEAH! WANT MORE BABY? I'LL GIVE IT TO YOU! YES YES!!”

The whole room sweatdropped and listened in stunned silence.

“.......a what.......” Yamcha's expression was pure gold in the shock department. Vegeta groaned and slapped his forehead, annoyed. He actually had to listen to this and yet he had to put up with the fact it was happening in HIS bedroom....

“ Oh no! We forgot all about Juu and Kuririn!” Bulma exclaimed her cheeks flaming red, not from embarrassment but from the shame of forgetting her friends in a situation like this... Unforgivable! The mafia group was smirking and snickering making macho man comments about the whole ordeal or being just a hentais and smiling slyly.

“ Ahem....!” Yamcha cleared his throat indignantly. “ Where was I... Oh yeah! The speech.... Nah! Let's skip and go to the business. Mike! Bring the C4 and some rope.” he ordered changing back to his old self.

“ And as I told Son-boy here earlier no one will ever find out what happ-”

“ THE FUCKS GOING ON?!” A irritated and irritating high-pitched voice asked from behind the men. Everybody's attention was drawn to that voice. Kakarott and Vegeta moaned and sighed in relief. They knew that voice all too well...

The flabbergasted gang of gangstas parted as an angry small wrinkled granny marched with shot gun in front of Yamcha, dressed in bright pink bath robe, gray hair pulled on tight bun into a shocking green hairnet. The granny looked like she was sucking on a lemon and having a serious case of gallstones.

She glared around the room, then flipped the end of the barrel with practiced speed and skill in an arch under Yamcha's jaw. “ You in a charge of this ruckus operation?” she demanded with impatient voice.

“ Uh listen lady...” Yamcha began.

“ Are ya or not?!” she asked again and for effect loaded the shotgun and pressed it hard on Yamcha's adam's apple. He gulped. This was one hellova scary ol' sweet granny. “ Spew it, sonny. This granny doesn't have the patience she used to. Well?”

“ Who's she?” ChiChi whispered and eyed the small old woman suspiciously. Though she enjoyed the scolding and tongue-lashing Yamcha was receiving right now and he meekly defended himself.

“ That's Mrs. Noruko. “ he chuckled, “ Angry as an African hive bee and more sour than a lemon. Has one hellova aim with a shot gun at any range. And that crone is pure steel if what.” he said the last part meekly and rubbed his cheek absently and ChiChi looked on in disbelief. “ She's been trying to turn in me and Veggie-boy for ages for the smallest of reasons. I' m kinda surprised she hasn't come any earlier....”

“ ...and you think ya can march in like that, blast the fucking walls and walk away! Me think not sonny-boy! The youngsters these days... no respect, no moral; no nothing expect gotta-have-fun attitude! I tell ya lad, I don't like being woken in middle of middle morning and so doesn't my flowers either! So go fuck yourself and get laid or whatever young people do! My get lost from this house before I decide bring out the Beretta and do lil' skanking yadda yadda....”

Yamcha was beginning to look desperate under the harassment of the old granny, but he wasn't give a chance to open his mouth.” That's it! Eat this you hag!” he lowered his guns and shot right thru Mrs. Noruko's heart.

“ NO!!” The almost-brothers yelled in shock as the female his the ground with a thud, dying without a sound and puddle of blood spreading under her fragile body. The shot gun clattered on the floor and soaked in the spilled blood immediately. ChiChi and Bulma gasped, startled. Yamcha had just shot a person in cold blood! An old granny like that. She wasn't exactly the most sweetest grandma around, but she till was feeble iron lady...

“ YOU ASSHOLE!!” Vegeta yelled and was about to attack him a end of the machine gun buried into his gut, rendering him to his knees and almost making him throw up. “ Shit eater...” he muttered glaring at Yamcha murderously. Even if he didn't like the lady one damn bit, she had been there his whole life. Screeching and whining and shooting off with her trusted shot gun at them with salt patrons... She provided them always something to be wary of and that had taught them cautiousness.... He knew he wold miss the elusive lady dearly, despite everything.

Kakarott could only stare in open hate as the black-haired boy gave out a cruel chuckle. “ Mike. Tony. Bring the rope and gasoline. This thing is finally going somewhere.”

Not a minute later the whole place smelt like gasoline and the empty container clanked on the floor. Everything was dripping with it and Kakarott swore if you even breathed there after a eating a hot chili pepper the place would flame like... well, like a place full of gasoline. Also very bewildered looking, and fully clothed, Juu and Kuririn came out of the bedroom and very immediately snatched and pointed at with guns and weapons.

They didn't ask anything nor say, as everybody looked at them funnily. Was it really their fault that people didn't know how to have fun anymore? And without question the sat down as Yamcha droned on with his I'm-mighty-and-you-feeble-and-weak -speech. Sometimes it was better not to ask anything and it was clear with out asking that they were once again fucked up and involved in serious business.

Mike was carefully programming the explosive stuff on the table he had taken from the pile and the other minions were about to tie them up as Yamcha stopped them. “ Wait.” He lit up the match and the whole room become nervous of this display of bravery... or stupidness when we're talking about Yamcha... One slip and... He blew the fire out, smirking and gave a meaningful look.

“ I think I don't have to exactly tell you what's gonna happen, huh?”

“ You're sick.” Bulma said acidly and glared. God! How in million years she had mistaken Yamcha as a good guy? ( Don't worry Bulma, we all did, we all did...)

“ Maybe. But a living sick.” he laughed and kept laughing and the minions laughed with them, forgotten about the ones they were supposed to kill. Oh it was good to be evil! The teens exchanged glances. Kakarott and Vegeta had become quite good at silent communication through the years lived, and now the message was clear. Juu, who had known the two longest caught also on, The sinful boys had cooked up a plan and it most likely included running so... She whispered to Kuririn, the voice distinguished by their own laughter:” Be ready to run any moment no matter what.”

Kuririn tried to ask more but Juu hushed him with a cold look. And as he inspected more closely he noticed Kakarott and Vegeta relaying the same messages to the twins. Vegeta looked at wounded Kakarott, silently asking if he was able to do the stunt they were about to pull. The other teenager snorted and gave a light smile and rose to his feet ChiChi helping him.

Yamcha lit teasingly another match and blew it out. Vegeta glared and watched as he pulled out of the box yet another one. The distance between them wasn't much and what they now needed was a distraction. He scathed the stick and it flamed once again into soft yellow flickering flame. The stench of pure gasoline increased...

“ HOLY FUCK THAT'S THE HOTTEST NAKED WOMAN I'VE EVER SEEN!” Kakarott screamed rapidly, eyes wide and drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, pointing at the direction behind Yamcha and his subordinates. Everybody turned around to look at the supposed hot woman. Then; everything happened in slow motion.

The corner of Vegeta's mouth kicked up into a smirk as he shot forwards, taking Bulma from the wrist and pulling her into run with him. Putting every inch of power his fighter's body held he tackled Yamcha, who was still half-turned, throwing him on his side to the gasoline wet floor and sending him rolling. Vegeta ran past him dragging Bulma behind him, towards the staircase The match fell from his hand in an arch. At the same time the rest of the sextet had sprung into a desperate mad dash and were plowing in middle of the off guard group of henchmen, tackling, hitting, biting, scratching, screaming, kicking... Just anything to get away!

The angry fallen mafia men shouted and tripped over each other in attempt of going to the pursue...

The match hit the floor, bouncing off a little...

Yamcha realized where he was laying...

His minions realized where they were standing and laying....

The chemical reaction took place and so was the easy-firing substance aflame continuing the chain of reactions...

Yamcha realized that his clothes were drenched on certain substance from all the rolling on the floor...

The minions were pretty much having similar thoughts on the matter...

The fiery wall of flame exploded into bluish and yellow fire consuming everything and anything its greedy grasps just reached.

And Yamcha realized he should have just settled for blowing up the whole place to Venus outside the door, not inside.

Everything exploded.

And the only eye witness that had told everything about this place was with the group so.... yeah.

The group of teenagers practically flew down the unstable and broken stairs as the heat wave hit their backs. Stumbling the treacherous wooden stairs down panting hard from all the stress and adrenaline rush they stumbled out of the building, not really noticing as the stairs came crashing down behind them. Not that it really mattered anymore.

They kept running and they were about a block away from the house as they stopped and turned to look at it. They gaped in wonder. The flames were blazing against the rosy morning sky, rising high up above the city. They stared mutely in silent respect and sadness.

For the building that had served as their home for so long and as the last stage for the service of justice. And no more Kuririn and Juu infested room to bug Vegeta...

“ Damn... I've heard about the purgatory and purgatorial sufferings but this really blows it...” Vegeta muttered as the gang broke out in laughter. He continued smirking. “ And I think it's finally the fucking time to the climax of this show.” The other looked questioningly at him as Vegeta produced a small device with one big red button in it, smirking even more. By now Kakarott was smirking too, knowing what it was. And what it did...

He pressed the button and within seconds the whole shit blew up in brilliant light show. Bulma, ChiChi, Kuririn and Juu watched in wonder.

“ How in the hell you did that!?” ChiChi asked still staring at the enchanting light play against the morning sky. The back-haired men snickered and Kakarott flicked at the device. “ This, my dear, is long distance control of C4 explosive that was sitting on the table of out living room.“

“ Well, he definitely died with a bang...” Bulma smirked hugging Vegeta. “....not! We killed him with a bang!” She didn't feel any kind of remorse for him. God knows how many live they may have saved by killing him at such young age and preventing any future crimes. If he had grown older and wiser...

The sound sirens was heard once again at the distance and people were beginning to gather the streets. Vegeta swiftly hid the control under his shirt.

“ We really should get out of here.” Kakarott said to the others. They were about to protest as he rolled eyes and continued. “ C'mon people! Our outfits damn it scream we were involved and look guilty as Satan itself.”

“ He's got a point. So where we going?” the blond woman asked. “ Not really that much of places to go and I really coulda use nice night sleep. We all could. And Kakarott here need disinfectant and doctor.”

“ Yeah...” Kakarott muttered. There really was something he had wanted to longtime ago and had a bad craving for it. He walked in front of ChiChi, who smiled up at him. He smirked at her, wrapping his arms around her, wincing in pain, and claimed her lips with his into a passionate kiss. ChiChi let out a happy squeal and pressed her body to his fiercely and tangled her nimble finger on his spiky hair kissing him back with lust. He moaned and plunged his tongue in her mouth, relishing the taste of her as their tongues rubbed together erotically, tasting and pleasuring each other.

Only the compulsory need for air made them part panting and flushed. Her black shiny hues met his inky black ones as the silent message was read. He smiled and kept staring at her feeling the urge ti kiss her rise again within him...

“ Okay that's enough you two!! Kakarott!! You act like you haven't gotten laid in months!” Vegeta snided snickering from the side lines breaking his own kiss with Bulma who hit his arm, looking impish. Kakarott and ChiChi glared at him for being an asshole. When he was healed the dear old buddy was so gonna get it...

“ Hey! I know where we're going!” ChiChi said abruptly. “ Sister dear I think it would be time for uncle to meet our boyfriends.”

“ You mean...” Bulma thought and them smiled. Ye sit could work and besides it wasn't like they had any place to go somewhere else.

“ Besides, I can't wait to diss Mrs. Wunschbar and kick her ass out of the property!” ChiChi smirked and hugging Kakarott good arm in happiness.

“ Oh yes! I'm so gonna fire her! And we don't need a nanny anymore!” Bulma danced in glee wearing the express of the very manifestation of happiness and glee. Vegeta watched her dancing, drooling, Did she know what exactly she was deliciously jiggling and shaking...?

“ Okay then... Let's fucking get walking. I wanna have breakfast before seven, your cook makes pan cakes, Bulma, ChiChi?” Kuririn whined and the group laughed, and the couples walked hand in hand towards the house of Capsule Corporation heiresses' uncle's home.

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Ox King growled lowly at the offending voice that was the door bell. I mean who the hell rang door bell at six in the morning. Not a sane person that was right. Why the damn nanny had to have a free day just now? And the blasted cook wasn't yet up and completely deafened to the world by his own snoring. Why he had hired such nuisance he didn't remember. Oh yeah... those wonderful steaks... Bulma and ChiChi loved those steaks and pan cakes... he sighed, becoming depressed again. It had been too long since he'd seen his little nieces... Just returned to him and then they were kidnapped again. What kind of Vile creature could do such thing he didn't know, but swore to break so many bones in it body that...

He opened the door and five smiling one smirking face; all faces covered in blood, dust and bruises greeted him and he slammed it shut in shock. Then he opened it carefully again.

“ Gee.... thanks uncle. You almost crushed my face.” Bulma marked dryly as the big giant in front of them could only stare at the miracle that had happened at his doorstep. His nieces were back! Tears forming in his eyes he scooped the two girls into a giant hug, sobbing and praising god as the others watched uncomfortable at the whole situation. What now?

“ Uncle! I want you to meet these people! They're good friends of mine and ChiChi's!” Bulma exclaimed gesturing at the foursome.

“ Uh... hi?!” Kakarott greeted and scratched the back of his head smiling unsurely. Vegeta snorted and nodded and Kuririn and Juu stayed silent. The Ox King eyes them suspiciously and marked their appearance. He rose one eye brow at the twins fawning about everything at the moment talking a mile per minute.

“ Oh don't worry uncle, we're fine!” Bulma chirped and grabbed Vegeta's arm. “ He's my boyfriend, Ouji Veget, and you should have seen as he kicked some ass and killed that guy and blew up a whole building!”

“ What.. he did!” the giant asked.

“ Yeah and this one is my boyfriend, Son Kakarott, and he's got a gun and everything! Man you should, see home much hidden knives he's carrying at the moment!” ChiChi chimed in hugging Kakarott and giving him a peck at the chin.

“ HE'S GOT A WHAT!?”

“ And these are Juu and Kuririn! Can you believe they were fucking when we were fighting for out lives in a shower of bullets. Gosh those machine guns were loud and went thru a wall like they were paper!” Bulma continued talking excitedly.” And boy, does Kakarott need a doctor and some painkillers right now... being shot and everything!”

The giant man fainted.

“ Uncle? Uncle!” Bulma and ChiChi asked worried and knelt besides the fallen man.

“ So that your uncle, huh?” Kuririn stated and the twins nodded. “ Anyway, could we get to the breakfast part? I'm so hungry I'm not seeing straight anymore!” he yelled and tubbed his stomach emitting slight laugh from others.

“ Sure! I guess he'll wake up soon...” Bulma ventured and invited them in. Kakarott and Vegeta gaped openly. Holy shit you saw this kind things only in movies! Kuririn and Juuhachi headed straight to the direction they thought the kitchen was at. They had spent a huge amount of energy earlier and were famished and would cook their own breakfast without a cook or with cook. Breakfast anyway in a way or another! Bulma and Vegeta had mysteriously vanished...

“ Welcome to your new home.” ChiChi whispered to Kakarott's ear as he nodded dumbly at fine marble floors and plush red carpets and expensive gold trimmed furniture. Whew, whatta place! “ I'm sure uncle will let you guys stay here.”

“ Yeah... I really could call this home. As long as you're here with me.” he said to her smirking and she smiled back gently blushing; then they decided to go to get breakfast, strolling hand in hand in the big white house, but got caught up in the mid way as the passion of the kiss consumed them... Luckily the house had soft, plush red carpets. Otherwise ChiChi might ave had a major backache afterwards....

One of summer's last warm days began like that. Birds chirping for the praise of the early sun. The wind gently caressing the tree tops making them quiver swish in their late lushness that the autumn had not yet stolen. The sky was deeper blue than never before and the clouds shining in their majestic purity, floating around not really hurrying but freshly. The serenity was only broken by loud shrieks of that kind of realization that hits you couple of minutes after it was pronounced as a vital information.

“ THEY DID WHAT IN WHAT SHOWER?!”

“ OH MY FUCKING LORD! WE FORGOT JUUNANA IN THE FOREST!!”

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THE END!! FINIS!! OWARI!! SLUT!! LOPPU!!

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A/N: There! The end! Don't worry! There's EPILOGUE COMING UP SOON which will clear up lots of things! Say, I'm considering doing a lemon on the scene at the end and post it as a one-shot detached from this story kinda as a 'missing chapter'; so are you up to it? REVIEW!

AND THANKS A BILLION TO EVRYONE WHO HAS EVER REVIEWED OR READ THIS STORY!!

JA NE!