Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Attachments Detached ❯ Chapter 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Chapter 10

Bulma frowned, looking left and right as she scanned the empty hallway. Seeing no one there, she darted out and ran to the next darkened doorway, ducking into the little space it created and again peeking around the corner.

Really she wasn't worried about the guards, just the cameras that swiveled as they tried to take in the whole hall all at once. That was, of course, an impossibility. She should know; she'd installed the whole thing. Sure, she could have manually disabled it, but she knew there were some people watching her every move. This way, she was sure she'd gotten rid of them.

Her 'opportunity' came in the form of a man stumbling through the halls holding his stomach. He hadn't noticed her in a room adjacent to his stalking and clearly said the words, 'stupid monkey'. She had followed him to hear more such expletives, all aimed at a certain Saiyan Prince.

She had backtracked and followed the little drippings of blood that led right out of Capsule and toward the woods. She didn't know if she'd be able to find the blood in the dark, so she'd brought a little device that could pick up the minute traces of elements and compounds found only in blood and guide her straight to where they held Vegeta.

The fact that the man had been injured courtesy of Vegeta did not make General Ribery's promise to her false. She knew that if Vegeta were angry enough he'd strike out at anything, especially since no one had yet given him a reason to not strike out at them.

General Ribery seemed just a man caught between two conflicting stories. She couldn't expect him to just accept her story without checking the facts. Unfortunately, she had a nagging feeling he was going to check it with Frieza. Frieza could convince water to freeze on a day hot enough to fry eggs on a sidewalk.

She finally got out of the building and carefully crept around the security measures set up, smirking as she did so. Really, she had made all of this stuff, like someone could keep her cooped up in something she knew better than the back of her own hand.

She pulled out her device, immediately picking up the trail. Both her eyebrows rose in surprise. Vegeta had really put a wallop on the poor guy. She almost felt sorry for him-almost. The wound they had placed on Vegeta did need a little blood spilled in return.

She grinned, excited to be sneaking out to see him after a week of sitting on her behind worrying about how he was.

As she followed the trail, she thought back on what she had heard and seen and frowned. Her father and mother had been absolutely ecstatic to see her, asking her all kinds of questions that were, unfortunately, either not answered or answered too easily. After a while, she had asked her own questions about the progression of Capsule Corporation, quite disturbed when she found most of their answers were the same way. It seemed Frieza was making sure every new break-though CC came up with went to him and not to Earth.

She looked up to see where she was, not having noticed the hours pass, and gasped. She looked to be standing in front a fortress straight from an old horror movie, or maybe a new remake of an old one. It rose into the air, black and forbidding, daring her to enter to greet the doorman Death and pet his three-headed dog.

She shook her head and moved carefully through the bushes. It was well guarded and would take some getting into. She smirked once again and shook her head as she approached the building. She had built the security for this place too. She would've made a killing as a thief.

She easily sneaked into the building and was even more shocked by the inside, and not just shocked, horrified. This did not look like a place to keep a person who needed medical attention and that was surely what the General had implied. This was a place for prisoners.

The smell was the first thing to assault her. Mold, mildew, blood, and some other things she'd rather not think about hit her nose, causing her to wrinkle it. She had to put a finger to her nose to stifle a sneeze that wanted to escape.

The sound of wails, groans, and basic pleads for mercy also reached her ears and she felt like getting sick. She moved past the rows of caged men and women and further into the anguish, following a sixth sense that told her the one she searched for was deeper down.

She went down a couple flights of stairs, pressing herself against the shadowed walls every time soldiers passed her, making their routine rounds, hardly concerned about any prisoners trying to escape.

Finally she had left the sounds of the myriad prisoners above, reaching the end of the stairs and fearfully going forward, afraid of what she would see.

She could see there was an end to the hallway she walked down and got almost to the end before she came to the bend that had not only been hidden by the hallway but was muffling all sound, hearing a voice that had her heart jumping into her throat in fear.

She cautiously peeked around the corner, dreading whatever kind of state Vegeta would be in.

From where she was she could see nothing more than a shadowed form shackled to the wall, twitching and turning in obvious pain and discomfort. Groans and what sounded like whimpers were coming from him and she put a hand to her mouth at the sounds that were so unlike the Vegeta she knew.

She didn't know if she could move any further. She had expected to see him comfortable in a bed, wounds tended to and a little cranky, giving her some kind of crabby greeting that translated into 'nice to see you', not this broken man chained to a wall in the throes of some horrible nightmare.

Carefully she inched forward, surprised at her sudden bout of courage. She did not stop her advance until she was close enough to touch him.

Tears sprang to her eyes at the sight of the proud man, his hair almost flattened and his shoulders slumped as if under the same great weight. His arms heaved up every once in a while in a futile effort to relieve them and sweat beaded his brow and upper lip, coating his arms as they came up again to fall futilely back down, bulging muscles telling of the strain placed on them. His eyes were squeezed shut, as if by shutting out the outside world he might be able to ease the pain inside.

As she stood there, another groan left his lips ending in a higher pitch that sounded much too like a yelp. She swallowed down the bile she felt in the back of her throat and raised one hand to his face.

She gently caressed the side of his jaw, not stopping as glittering black eyes suddenly snapped open but taking in a sharp gasp at the pure pain, rage, and fear in them.

He blinked away the last vestiges of sleep and wondered if he'd finally gone over the edge and was now seeing hallucinations, until the blue-haired female before him spoke in a tremulous voice that was sweet to his ears. "Oh-Vegeta. I swear I didn't know."

She looked around for something, anything to cut him down with and remembered the small wire cutters she had brought with her in case she encountered a fence. She momentarily thanked herself for thinking ahead and dropped her hand to retrieve them from her back pocket, heart aching at the soft moan that escaped his lips at the loss of contact.

His eyes flickered with confusion as she brought the tool up and began to try to cut through the metal. It was slow work. A cutter made for a fence was lucky if it could even dent the kind of thick metal that held Vegeta, but Bulma did not use second-rate tools.

He flinched slightly as the cutter slipped, jerking the chain painfully. His voice, coming out like sand paper over gravel, stopped her as she lowered the tool to check on him. "No- Keep going."

She did as he asked, imagining that hanging there was probably worse than seeing him hanging there.

As the metal under the cutter slowly began to give way, Vegeta could feel himself begin to sag down. Normally one wouldn't feel such a small difference as his feet were still just brushing the ground. It could've been the fact that he had been hanging there so long, or it could've been wishful thinking. It didn't matter however, when Bulma spoke up, her hushed voice soothing him, "Almost got it."

That was made quite evident as the chains suddenly gave, sending him crashing to the floor. He let out a yell of pain that he quickly tried to muffle, feeling the girl lifting him into an upright position, holding onto him as if at any second he would turn into mist and drift away on a stray breeze.

Really he felt just the opposite, not pushing her away but leaning onto her, fearing at any second that she would disappear and he would find himself still hanging by his wrists.

She leaned back, examining each torn wrist with a wince and steadily getting angrier by the minute at each and every little injury she found. She touched the collar that kept his power from him, cursing herself as she put her fingers in a certain pattern on it. She smiled as Vegeta let out a satisfied grunt when the collar clattered to the ground.

Her eyes stabbed into his and he found himself strengthened by the fiery determination they held. It is said that blue fire is the one untainted; pure, and it was this thought that made him try to rise. After all, he had been hung up by his arms, and that shouldn't have affected his legs.

He found however, that he had to depend on the female the whole way up and was trembling by the time he was standing. He grunted and leaned his head on her shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

She stayed still, running a hand up and down his back in an effort to ease something. Whether she knew it not, it was indeed easing him.

He made to move forward and stumbled on the leg that had, ironically, healed. He chuckled and felt a hand guide him to look into concerned azure eyes. He blinked and shook his head silently at her, putting his attention back to his legs in an effort to guide them out of this Hell.

Bulma was beside him each and every step, waiting patiently when he needed to stop, silently encouraging him to continue, asking only that he make that next step. He did so, painstakingly stumbling forward, sometimes barely keeping himself from thudding to his knees, fighting back weariness and despair that assaulted him in a effort to stop him, the female holding such vain enemies back with a simple touch or look or whispered word.

Vegeta looked up to find that they had just reached the end of the hall to come upon a flight of steps that twisted upwards in a spiral. He stopped and his chuckles started again, a little hint of hysteria in the sharp edges of it.

Bulma turned him completely toward her, stalling his mocking laughter with one disapproving glare. "We will take it one step at a time. I don't care if it takes the whole week. You are getting out of here or neither one of us will."

He frowned at her, "They will catch us-"

"Then I guess we'd better start, huh? Besides, I got past these guards before. They stink."

He chuckled, "Are you sure you aren't smelling me?"

Bulma wrinkled her nose, "Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but that is another reason to get you out of here. We have to clean you up before I pass out from the stench."

He nodded, suddenly serious and she took her place beside him again. They did just as she said they would, taking it one slow step at a time. Vegeta heard the guards in plenty of time to maneuver them so that they couldn't be seen before continuing on.

By the time they had taken a dozen of the steps, Vegeta's pace had become steadier and quicker. In truth, he didn't need the female's support any more, but for some reason, he kept it anyways.

Before he would have thought it possible, they were in the main hallway. Bulma grinned at him as she led him to the side, to where she had sneaked in. It was difficult getting out of the building the same way she had gotten in, but after the stairs, it was much easier.

Vegeta took a deep breath of the night air, soaking in the grass underneath his feet, the cool wind that swirled around him, the crisp feel of the blackness around him lit only by the many stars in the sky.

He looked down at the female still holding him and gave her a grin that was so almost like a genuine smile she sucked in a breath. He gazed around again and looked back down at her, chuckling at her happy expression, "How far is it to where you live?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm taking you to a friend's. General Ribery's goons are crawling all over the place." They started moving again, ducking into the surrounding forest that hadn't been cut back in years. The place had to look abandoned after all. Bulma could have chuckled at how they defeated themselves.

"I'll try and search for Kakarott and send him to where you are. Then you two can get off this planet."

Vegeta frowned down at her, "We're not leaving you."

Bulma scowled up at him, "Well I'm not leaving my people here to die."

He rolled his eyes, "I wasn't asking you to do that. I meant we aren't leaving period. Besides, you are not getting out of making what I need to train."

She gave him an incredulous look up and down, "Train? You can barely walk!"

He sighed and shrugged out of her grip, only stumbling slightly at the imbalance, but otherwise walking as well as she was. "I may not be in top form, but I'm not going to run away from a fight." His eyes found hers in the dark and she almost stopped at their intensity, "You will not be homeless."

She nodded mutely, and moved toward him, happy when he did not thrust her away but instead drew her in closer, an arm around her shoulders. "Hopefully Kakarott's having a less painful time then us."

Bulma nodded mutely, guiding them both through the forest to the familiar path that led to her friend's home.

It was hours later when they finally saw the warm light falling into the path before them. Vegeta slowed down instinctively but Bulma nudged him onward, confident in their safety.

Finally she shrugged out of Vegeta's reluctant grip and went forward. He hissed at her, not liking her going on by herself, but she just breezily waved back to him and continued on.

He impatiently waited a few moments, watching her walk on before grumbling curses to the girl under his breath and hurrying after her. She stopped and grinned at him as he caught up with her, giggling when he mumbled under his breath.

"Who's there?"

Vegeta stiffened at the young, male voice that called out but Bulma just answered back, "It's me, Krillin. Bulma!"

"Bulma?" A bald, short male peeked out from behind a tree trunk, grinning broadly at Bulma before leaping out of his hiding place. He started to sprint forward only to jump back at the imposing man that stood beside her, practically growling at him.

He turned back to Bulma as she spoke, adding a wink to her words, "Oh, don't mind Vegeta here. I just broke him out of jail and he's not too happy about it. He's crabby by nature."

Vegeta glared at the female. "I just happen to not trust anything shorter than me."

Krillin's eyebrow rose at the two, deciding to ignore the man for the moment. "Whatever you say, Bulma. What brings you and your-friend out here?"

"Well, my friend needs a place to stay for a few days. I would take him to my house, but he's not really liked."

"Aw, Bulma, I don't want to get into anything between you and your parents-"

"Oh no. It's nothing like that." She waved a hand breezily and then turned pleading blue eyes on the hapless man, "Please, Krillin? Not for too long?"

Krillin sighed, and Vegeta chuckled at how easily the short one was manipulated. He wouldn't have too many problems staying here after all. "Sure, Bulma. Just make sure he's housebroken."

Bulma giggled as Vegeta growled down at Krillin, stepping forward to tower over him, "What did you say, baldy?"

Krillin made a face, ran his hand over his missing hair, and stepped back slightly, "Call him off, Bulma."

Bulma reached out a hand to Vegeta, tugging on his arm, giggles erupting into true laughter, "Come on, Vegeta. He's just kidding. Krillin does that."

Vegeta flicked his eyes to Bulma, then smirked down at Krillin, "Oh, well in that case he'll have to assume that I'm joking when I say I'm thinking of disemboweling him and using his entrails as dental floss."

Krillin audibly gulped and managed with a great effort to wrench his gaze from Vegeta's glimmering eyes to look at Bulma, whose hand was covering her mouth in an attempt to regain her control. "Where are my manners? Come on in, you two. I can get some tea ready."

Bulma nodded, "That would be really nice. I can make sure Vegeta's settled before I head back."

Krillin nodded and turned around, leading the two around a bend in the path, where they came upon a small, humble, yet nicely kept cottage. It was obvious that he lived on his own and was quite adept at caring for himself.

Vegeta followed Bulma and the bald one into the house, glancing around at the meager yet homey surroundings and sneering. The man may as well have hung a sign that said 'country boy right here'.

Krillin led the two into the small kitchen with a table and two chairs set in the middle of it. He moved to fill the kettle on the stove with water and placed it back on the burner, turning it on. Turning around to motion Vegeta and Bulma to a seat he let out an audible gasp.

Bulma's brow crinkled in confusion until she looked back at Vegeta, who was who Krillin was staring out with a gaping mouth. She too let out a gasp and took a step toward him, hand going to her mouth.

Vegeta looked down at himself, both eyebrows raised in question at the two's reactions. He made a sound of comprehension, taking in the wounds that had previously been hidden by the dankness of the prison and the moonless night. The wound on his shoulder was quite clear and looked ghastly in the yellow kitchen light. The wrappings Bulma had applied what seemed years ago on Vegeta's leg and hand were unraveling, trailing like a death shroud from Vegeta's body, whose stance was weary even though he was standing as straight as possible. The manacles on his wrists probably weren't helping him hold himself up either.

He looked back up, halting Bulma's advance with an upheld hand, the one that was crooked from its uneven healing. "I'm fine. It looks worse than it feels. It felt a lot worse than this-how long has it been?"

Bulma let her hand fall down, "A week." She ignored Vegeta's slightly shocked look, brows furrowing into a scowl as she continued to approach him despite his assurances, "I don't care how fine you feel, Vegeta! You look horrid." She turned back to Krillin whose mouth was still agape. "Krillin, can you show me where your bath is? I think he needs one."

Krillin nodded, leaving the tea for a second to lead the two, one having to be dragged along, to his small, basically furnished bathroom. He finally spoke after he'd gotten Vegeta a towel, "You weren't joking when you said he came from a prison. What'd he do?" He seemed a bit more reluctant to approach Vegeta now.

Bulma glowered as she adjusting the water, an increasingly agitated Vegeta trying to shove her aside because he was perfectly capable of taking his own bath. "Nothing. Vegeta here was working for Frieza. The lizard tried to have me killed because I found out he was going to purge Earth. Vegeta and his friend Kakarott saved me. We get to Earth only to have Vegeta thrown in jail. That General Ribery lied to me and made as if he was in some kind of hospital. Kakarott got away and is being hunted right now." She met Vegeta's glowering eyes with her concerned ones, watching as they softened slightly, "I hope he's okay."

Vegeta shook his head, "He's fine. He can take care of himself. I trained him after all."

Bulma nodded, chuckling a little at the arrogance that never seemed to leave Vegeta.

Krillin sat down hard on the toilet, catching himself before he fell in. "Frieza is-I mean, I never liked him, but that's just crazy!"

Bulma nodded, "Yeah. He's going to be here in a week. I'm going to be building something for Vegeta which he has yet to give to me-"

Vegeta interrupted her by reaching into his pocket and pulling out a capsule. "The blueprints are all in here. The Gravity Room is the most important thing, so put it at the top of your list. Now both of you get out. While I wouldn't mind the girl as an audience, baldy there would just be disturbing." He sneered at the smaller man, as Krillin hurriedly got off the seat, apprehensive of the Saiyan even with Bulma's assurances.

Bulma lightly slapped Vegeta on the arm, causing him to smirk at her, before she too followed Krillin out, firmly closing the door behind her.

She followed Krillin back to the kitchen, where he immediately had to remove the whistling teakettle. Both her and her old friend sat down at the table, sipping the hot tea and reminiscing about old times before Frieza had even come, when they went on a great, but unsuccessful hunt for the Dragonballs.

Krillin chuckled at a particular story, then craned his head around Bulma to raise both eyebrows, "Um, you need something?"

Bulma too turned around and quickly whirled back; face a hot shade of red.

Vegeta, a towel cinched around his waist, droplets of water dripping from his hair to run over his broad chest, chuckled at her reaction, "Some clothes might be nice."

Bulma covered her face with one hand, trying to ignore both men's knowing grins, "I doubt Krillin has any clothes that would fit you, but you could have come out here-"

"-Naked?"

Bulma completely forgot Vegeta's state, spinning in her seat to face him only to find the words stuck in her throat. Kami, that man had a body!

Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and cleared his throat and Bulma met his eyes, which sparkled with faint amusement and not a little enjoyment, "While this is doing wonders for my ego, I'm getting a bit chilled."

Bulma again colored and turned back to Krillin, whose face was far too knowing for her liking, "Will you take care of the arrogant pig behind me before he blows something up with the increasing size of his conceit? And will you get him something to remove those manacles?"

Krillin chuckled and rose, "I've got something that will cut through that metal and I'll try to find him something to wear. All my stuff's too small but I might have something from when a friend stayed over."

Vegeta made a face at the thought of what Krillin's 'friends' wore and followed the shorter man, chuckling again as Bulma let out a sigh of relief at his exit. Sharp Saiyan ears came in handy sometimes.

Bulma leaned back, wondering on her apparent attraction to the Saiyan and shrugged to herself. Whatever it was had to wait. She had to go back to Capsule and get her tools. Yamcha was right, staying there after breaking Vegeta out would be a bad idea. She would sneak in, get her stuff, and get back here.

Bulma giggled as Vegeta suddenly entered her line of sight, bending over to raid Krillin's small yet stacked fridge.

Vegeta turned his head back to raise one eyebrow, "What?" The word came out slightly waspish, and with what the man was wearing, Bulma couldn't blame him.

The hot pink shirt clashed horribly with the chartreuse pants that didn't quite reach down to his ankles. The funniest part, however, was the one word in black, bold letters on the back of the shirt.

"Badman?" Bulma waved a hand as a way of apology but her continued laughter ruined it.

Vegeta turned all the way around, glaring at her and folding his arms across his chest, "Baldy's friends have appalling taste in clothes."

Bulma quickly controlled herself, seeing a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Yes, they most certainly do."

"Didn't you give that to me, Bulma?" came Krillin's comeback as he leaned against the doorframe.

Bulma huffed at both smirking men, "I would never give you such a title. Vegeta is deserving of it, but you are hardly a 'badman'."

Krillin raised one brow as he took a seat on the counter, "Oh, and you're quite the expert on what Vegeta is and is not I'm sure."

Bulma's mouth dropped open and she was sure she was turning a nice shade of fuchsia. "Wha- Krillin!"

Vegeta turned quickly away from both, once again burying half his body in the fridge to hide his own slight embarrassment, though the thought wasn't unpleasant, which only furthered his embarrassment.

Krillin chuckled and looked at Vegeta, who seemed to be taking a long time finding something to eat. "There's meat in the freezer."

Vegeta's head popped back up, composure regained, "Good. I was starting to fear you were a vegetarian." Krillin hopped down from the counter and walked over to the freezer sitting near the kitchen door, opening it and showing with a flourish the stocked container.

Vegeta practically licked his lips at the sight of all the raw, yet frozen meat packed in the freezer. His face fell when Krillin pulled out a package that could've been no more than three pounds and closed the lid.

Bulma's laughter made Krillin look incredulously her way. "Oh, Krillin, I think you'll need much more than that. Especially since he probably hasn't eaten since we left the ship."

Vegeta agreed wholeheartedly with Bulma, striding to the freezer and pushing Krillin aside to open the freezer to rummage around himself. He ended up with an armload of various meats, setting them all in front of Bulma so that she could barely see over the pile. Her eyes widened, "Man, you haven't eaten!"

Vegeta merely nodded, sitting down beside the pile. He picked up one of the packages; studying the material it was wrapped in intently. Bulma leaned back in her seat, holding out a hand to stall Krillin as he moved to help.

Vegeta raised a brow at Bulma; frowning slightly at her amused gaze, as if to say, 'let's see if you can figure this out'. Vegeta turned his attention back to the package and smirked, merely ripping it open. He held the frozen square in his hand, still smirking. Vegeta's hand glowed briefly and both Krillin and Bulma watched as the meat thawed and cooked in his hand, although he left it mostly red. Grinning, he took a huge bite out of it, neatly packing away the meat without one drop falling from his hands or mouth in five seconds flat.

Bulma frowned. Was Vegeta sweating, from just that little use of ki? Now she was worried. She turned to Krillin, "Hey Krillin, why don't you get Vegeta a room ready while he eats? I'm going to head back to Capsule and get the stuff I need to make that 'gravity room'." Bulma got up; ignoring Vegeta as his black eyes watched her while his hands fixed his eighth serving of meat.

Krillin nodded mutely, eyes caught on the Saiyan eating half his store in one day. Bulma walked up to him and closed his mouth, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, and fix me up a room too. I think it might be good if I stayed here, if that's alright."

Krillin scowled at her, "Yeah, but you better make sure you're paying for his food. I don't make enough money to feed someone who can eat half my stock in half a day."

Vegeta chuckled and Bulma rolled her eyes, shooting a glare his way as she continued to talk to Krillin, "Of course! And I'm sure Vegeta wouldn't mind letting you use the gravity room, now would he?" She turned fully to him.

Vegeta glared at her for a while before turning back to his food, which he was almost done with. He swallowed and his voice carried back to both of them, "If you want Earth to survive Frieza you'll give me all the time I need in that room. However, if the little shrimp thinks he can get up early enough or go to bed late enough, he's free to do whatever he wants when I'm not in it. You'll be building the machine; I'll just be using it. Do what you will."

He suddenly stood up and only Bulma noticed the hand that clutched the back of the chair before letting it go and walking toward her, "I'm going with you."

Bulma shook her head. "It'll be faster if it's just me. Besides, you need rest. I should have that gravity thing done by tomorrow and you want to be able to work out in it, right?"

Vegeta scowled, "Did I not prove earlier that I was fine?" As if the words were a cue, he stumbled, righting himself quickly. He snarled at Bulma, but she had a feeling he was not snarling at her.

"Vegeta, get some rest. If you want I'll have Krillin come in and tell you when I'm back." She carefully kept her face neutral and hoped Krillin was smart enough to do the same.

Vegeta walked the last few steps to stand before her, his eyes boring into hers, "If you're not back in two hours-You'd better hope you're findable or I'll level this whole planet. It's really pointless to allow Frieza to add it to his empire if I can't train in that Gravity Room."

Bulma sucked in a breath at the almost-chivalric statement. She nodded silently, her mind deviating so far as to wonder how Vegeta managed to look good in a pink shirt; a hot pink shirt.

He blinked at the girl intently studying his chest and tried not to squirm. Sure, females had noticed him before, but he'd never found their scrutiny both pleasing and uncomfortable at the same time.

Bulma frowned up at him, breaking her gaze with his-shirt. She opened her mouth only to close it again as a strange look passed across Vegeta's eyes. She felt herself caught up in the swirling depths that were both frightening in their endlessness and soothing in their cool intensity.

A throat cleared just to the side of them broke Bulma and Vegeta out of their apparent trance. They both noticed at the same time just how close their faces had become and leaned back simultaneously. Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and glared at Krillin, who was pretending not to have noticed the intimate moment, "Baldy! If you're going to get that room ready, now would be nice."

Krillin nodded an agreement, cupping his hand over his mouth to whisper to Bulma in passing, "Someone needs to see a shrink. He's anal!"

Vegeta's brows came up and then lowered into a glower. He spared Bulma one, last glance that reminded her to come back quickly before falling behind Krillin. "I heard that, Baldy! The girl won't be done with that Gravity Room till tomorrow, want to be my punching bag till then?" It wasn't like he knew what 'shrink' or 'anal' meant, but he could tell an insult when he heard one.

Bulma giggled as Krillin's voice carried back to her, "Hurry up, Bulma, or you'll be paying to get blood stains out of my carpet!" The wavering tone told that it was his blood he feared staining the carpet.

She left by the front door, feeling the fear she had felt on the ship as far away as the thought of being without Vegeta or Kakarott was.

A/N: Hmm, interesting. I really worked hard making this chapter all sweet and stuff…. Don't gag. We've gotten Vegeta out and Bulma is going to make the GR. But where is Kakarott? I hope you all liked Krillin. He's my favorite human…. Must have been that 'constipated' comment. lol

Moonsaiyanprincess: Yes, it is still broken. (so is mine right now. Funny how I can still type huh?) Hmm, I don't know. I haven't gotten that far yet in my story. As originally planned, yes, but I always ended up twisting it.

Trunksgirl: Thanks! Here's another.

JadedBest: (rolls eyes) Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. How in the world did Yamcha get to be leader of the Z Fighters? Hey, he's not OOC. Well, with no Goku…. Radditz? Oh, him? (shrugs) Hmm, where is Kakarott? That is a good question. Mrs. Briefs? (looks around nervously) I always did not trust the ones that acted dumb…. (shudders) If Vegeta were like that, he'd be Kakarott and I would certainly not be watching the series…. I like him evil and stuffs…. Find it? O_o; Jeez, I have two, and a Japanese dictionary, and a Spanish dictionary, and three or four English dictionaries, plus all kinds of reference thingies…. You know you and Susan should get together or something. You both responded with OMG. Weird….

Susan: Calm down, girl! I just kept him there for a week! ^_^ Mean, aren't I? (rolls eyes) Ok, let me recap…. Yamcha left something 'hanging'. Vegeta is HANGING on a wall. (sighs) You having a Gohan moment? J/K ^_^ Ribery…. Let me give you a hint. Add one letter to the beginning of his name and it'll answer your question. ^_^ Same question JadedBest asked…. Who cares about Kakarott?

Masamune: Well, Veggie's out…. I'm glad another person has caught onto the whole Ribery-is-scum thing. Thank you.