Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Bonding ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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A/N I'm so sorry for the lateness off this chapter. But I was so nervous for my wedding (which will be held this afternoon!!!) that it caused a writers block. I hope it doesn't show too much in this chapter.

Well I'm off got a million things to prepare!

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4.

 

 

Somewhere on the eastside of West City, a scar faced man walked through the front door off his humble apartment.

He threw his bag with his baseball equipment on the couch. Switching on the TV, he walked to the kitchen to grab himself a beer.

(News reporter: Bulma Briefs is in perfect physical condition, thanks to Dr. Briefs Regeneration Tank. Her mental condition however, is far from perfect. Since the attack she has not spoken a word. Not too the police and not to her family.

Because the police could find no evidence on the crime scene linking to a suspect, they'll need miss Briefs testimony to arrest the offender.

So until miss Briefs talks, the investigation's on a standstill.

This is Jane Deane Z.TV news.)

The moment Yamcha heard the news reporter speak Bulma's name he stopped dead in his tracks. Listening to her story, he became furious. "Kuso!" he screamed, while slamming his fist in the wall, leaving a dent. "She's still alive! If she talks I'm a dead man!"

He looked at his bleeding knuckles, desperately trying to control his anger. 'She hasn't talked yet, which means the police has no leads. Maybe I should pay her a visit and convince her not to talk.' A sinister smile appeared on Yamcha's face.

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile at Capsule Corp.

Vegeta stood in the middle of the Gravity chamber. Gravity turned up to 400 G's.

He sighed. It had been four days since he'd found Bulma, and things where not going well. She had not eaten since that day. Nor had she spoken. She just sat in his room and stared out the window all day. Not reacting to anything around her. Not to him or her parents who had returned when they heard what had happened. She didn't even react when he told her what he had done to save her live.

Vegeta didn't want to admit it, but he was getting desperate. He wanted the old Bulma back. The one that screamed his ears off every chance she got. while the fire burned in her eyes. Now that fire was gone, leaving her eyes dark and dull.

He growled in frustration. Thinking this way was getting him nowhere. He had to find out who's responsible for this. But Bulma wasn't talking, and he hadn't been able to find anything in her room. The smell off blood and fear blocking every other scent.

The only thing Vegeta knew for certain was that, the man who had raped Bulma, was familiar with Ki techniques. The hole in Bulma's stomach was definitely a result from a Ki blast. And although he had his suspicions, there was nothing he could do 'till he knew for sure.

He sighed again. "Computer. Shut down Gravity simulation."

"Gravity simulation terminated." The computer's automatic responded.

Vegeta stretched his muscles as the pressure was lifted from his body. He had come here to get his mind off of Bulma, but obviously it wasn't working.

As he walked to the main building he suddenly felt a familiar Ki. "The weakling." He hissed in realization. Vegeta ran to the house. He didn't trust Yamcha and the last thing he wanted was that "weakling" alone with his mate.

He found him together with Mrs. Briefs in front off his bedroom door. He growled audible, grabbing their atention before they could open the door.

"Hi there, Vegeta." Mrs. Briefs said in her usual bubbly way. "Finished training already?"

"What's he doing here?" Vegeta growled, ignoring Mrs. Briefs question. She blinked and looked at Yamcha.

"Oh. Yamcha came here to see Bulma." She replied happily.

"No." Vegeta said calmly to the air headed woman. "He will not be allowed to see my wife." He then turned his atention to Yamcha. "I want you to leave right now, and if I ever see you near my wife, I'll kill you."

Vegeta looked at Yamcha with such furie in his eyes, that he took a fearful step back. 'Kuso!' he thought. 'This is not at all going according to plan. And why the hell did Vegeta call Bulma his wife?'

Inside Vegeta's bedroom Bulma had heard the voices out on the hallway. The moment she heard her mother call Yamcha's name, memories off that morning began to flood her mind. And as fear began to envelop her, she did to only thing she could think of doing.

She screamed.

Outside the bedroom, Vegeta looked up as he heard Bulma screaming. "Kuso." he hissed. He walked to his door and opened it, but before he entered he looked back at Yamcha. "You heard me weakling. Get out off here." With that the walked in the room and slammed his door.

Mrs. Briefs blinked and sighed.

"I'm sorry Yamcha." she said as she walked him to the front door. "I guess you'll have to see Bulma another time." Yamcha put on a fake smile.

"That's ok, Mrs. Briefs. Just tell her my thoughts are with her." With that, he waved goodbye and walked to the front gates. 'Kuso. How am I going to get close to her now that Vegeta is playing bodyguard.' He looked back at the house.

"Just you wait Bulma, I'll come back for you. promise." He walked away. The sinister smile reappearing on his face.