Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the Line of Duty ❯ Not an Option ( Chapter 4 )

AN: Gasp I'm actually updating. I surprise even myself sometimes. No really! I mean with work, college, spending the little money I don't have, and my fake relationships I don't see how I can find time to even think up this stuff. But I do all thanks to you guys. I luv ya all. And now the waterworks. But really.

 

 

Um on with the story.

 

 

Wait disclaimer!

 

 

Why bother wasting money to sue someone as broke as me?

 

 

Um hope you like it.

 

 

 

Last time:

 

 

“Honestly woman, are we supposed to just disappear into thin air?” He replied scathingly.

“This day just gets better and better.” Bulma muttered stopping her pacing as the elevator came to a stop on the 3rd floor or the residential area.

 

 

And now:

 

 

“Come on, I don't have all day to get you settled in.” 18 said as Bulma brushed past her angrily.

By the time the 3 had reached the end of the very long hall Bulma was already leaning against the door tapping her left foot in irritation.

“Finally!” She snapped in annoyance clicking the key in the door then roughly pushing it open.

“These are fairly new apartments so everyone who wants has their own bedroom, unfurnished as you can see, and private bathroom. That extra door is your closet.” Bulma explained once again taking residence up against the wall watching as Vegeta and Goku investigated the room.

“You don't think we're going to share this?” Vegeta asked quite amused by the thought.

“Oh no your highness. We wouldn't dare think of that.” Bulma mocked walking out the door, missing the death glare Vegeta sent her.

“Really woman, you need to learn some serious respect for your better. If you were on my planet you would have been blasted on the spot for such insubordinance (is that how you spell that. It didn't come up on spell check. Is that even a word).” Vegeta replied quickly following her out the door.

“And here I thought I was missing out on being on other planets.” Bulma shot back her voice quivering with sarcasm.

“You're lucky I don't take you back with me and make you my personal slave just to spite you!” Vegeta bellowed back while Goku stood frightened between the arguing couple (not in that way… at least not yet…) and 18 waited impatiently by the opened door of the other room.

“Really guys do you think this is the place to argue?” Goku asked timidly trying not to make them angrier but failing horribly.

“Who asked you?!” Both Bulma and Vegeta yelled causing Goku to scurry into the now open room.

“I don't need you to yell at my guard woman. You don't have the authority?” Vegeta bellowed starting another pointless argument.

“Well excuse me. I didn't know I needed your permission to speak. Oh mighty one.” She spat pushing past him to follow Goku inside. Leaving a steaming Vegeta to try and calm himself lest he kill someone, preferably a certain blue haired wench, before he had stayed a full day on the worthless mud ball of a planet.

 

( On the other side of the planet )

“Our men are looking as we speak my Lord.” A tall muscular blue skinned man spoke keeping his head low and his eyes to the floor so he wouldn't have to stare into the red demonic eyes of his master. “But so far they have come up empty.”

“This is not the news I want to hear. I left you on this planet for 3 months and you have yet to find me a single dragonball. How much longer do you think my patience will last before I snap fool.” The demonic creature spat, its yellow fangs bared at his pitiful and weak though beautiful pet slave. “Must I always come and complete your jobs for you? This task cannot be so complex that even your simple mind cannot finish it.”

“No my lord. I just need a bit more time and I will surely have them. I will send out twice the number of men then before.” The slave replied softly afraid to anger his powerful master further. If he wanted he could destroy whole planets with a snap of his wrist. That's not some power he wanted to be on the receiving side of.

“Very good. I will give you 3 more months before I come and finish your job. Do not disappoint me.”

“Yes sire.” The slave answered weakly waiting for the com link to shut off so he could let out the breath he seemed to be holding.

“Dammit. If I don't find those dragonballs Frieza will have my ass for sure.” The man muttered pulling his hair through his straightened green locks in agitation. “I just hope that when he makes his wish that he'll remember who retrieved for him those things and maybe finally grant me my freedom.” Thinking about it he snorted at the hilarity of the statement and stepped out of the conference room to get more men on the dragonball hunt. He couldn't afford another mess-up or he might not live through it.

 

 

 

 

 

AN Yeah I know it was short but ill have more when I darn will feel like it. But really I'm trying. Writing this stuff is so hard. Especially when you have a million story ideas floating around in your head and each one gets jumbled with the next. Making you forget the original plot line you actually wanted. Sigh. But I digress. Please be a nice lil' reader and review for me. I don't ask for much.

 

Oh yeah feed me ideas on where to go for the plot. I have an idea but it's sort of sketchy now so I don't know if I want to put it on paper yet. We'll that's enough talk. Until next time.