Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Little Slave Girl ❯ Rescue Party...Finally! ( Chapter 14 )

"You need to take Trunks to his doctor's appointment tommorow, Vegeta," Bulma said, sitting on the sofa and painting her toenails.

Vegeta was perched on the arm, pretending not to be interested in a re-run of Melrose Place which was showing on the television set, yet every time she looked at him, he would glance away quickly as if he didn't want to get caught watching. She snickered.

"He doesn't need a doctor, woman!" He scowled, "He's a freakin' saiyan for kami's sake!"

"I don't care, he's getting his checkup and that's that!" She said, pausing to dip the tiny brush in the pink polish, "And make sure you get him there on time!"

"Why should I have to..."

"Am I interrupting something?" The baritone voice made them both stop and glance over where the namekian warrior had sudden appeared in their livingroom, arms crossed and looking, as usual, as taciturn as ever. "Bulma, have you got the ship ready?"

She nodded, "Of course. I had it ready yesterday but you weren't around..."

"Good," He cut in, materilizing a sheet of paper and a pen, he quickly doodled out a brief map and an area in space where the girls were being taken and handed it to Bulma. Cocking her head as she studied it, her brows wrinkled, "When can we leave?"

"Piccolo, I'm not familar with this part of space..." She said, "It may take days to reach it..."

"So, we should leave right now then." Was his reply, turning to go, "I'll be waiting in the ship, don't take too long."

"Piccolo...I..." But he was gone before she could finish. Turning to Vegeta she said, "What are smirking about?"

"With you gone I don't have to do all those asinine little things and can devote more time to my training." He beamed, positivily in seventh heaven. That was, at least, until his mate spoke up again.

"Oh, forget it, Monkey Boy, you're coming with us!" She said, matching his smirk, "Now, fly over to the Son's and pick up Trunks so we can get this show on the road...or in the sky as the case may be..."

"You dare..." He started, turning red and hopping down from the sofa arm, hand raised over his head towards her face. She didn't flinch but only lifted her blouse partway, exposing the bottom half of her glorious orbs, "If you don't do as I ask, Vegeta, you'll never get to see these again." She said, shaking them at him like a warning...or a threat.

His fist trembling in mid-air, eyes glued to her breasts, Vegeta let out a sound like the mixture of growl and and a moan and said; "All right, woman, you win!"

She looked towards the window where she could see the ship and Piccolo's back as he stood outside of it, he had decided to wait for them there rather than within the ship.

Her smile became a frown as she hoped they could get to those girls in time to save them from whatever aweful fate was waiting for them at the planet they were heading towards.

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A few moments later, Bulma, Vegeta, Piccolo, Trunks, (since Trunks didn't want to leave without him), Goten, and, (since she wasn't about to let her son go off flying all over the place without his family, especially his mother), Chi Chi and the rest of the Son household were seated in various areas around the ship as it sped through space, reading the corridants Bulma had fed into the computer system.

"I hope we get there in time," Trunks said, strapped down next to Goten, Goku and Vegeta sitting opposite them, Piccolo seated in a secluded corner of the vessel, trying to meditate...but actually, he was just thinking what Trunks had just uttered and wrinkled his brow in concern, turning away from everyone.

"Me too," Goten said, watching his mother as she chewed her fingernails, a clear sign that she was just as worried as everyone else. Goku was also watching his wife, she hardly eat or slept since Ryven and Rowyn were taken, he knew that, though she'd never admit to it, she blamed herself for what had happened, "I miss them..."

"We'll do everything we can to get to them in time, boys," Bulma said over her shoulder, "I..."

"Stop saying that!" Piccolo roared, suddenly, facing them once more, "We will get there in time! We have to!"

Carefully, Goten unlatched himself and walked over to Piccolo, placing his small hand upon the strong namekian's shoulder, the little boy said; "Don't worry, Mr. Piccolo, Goku's my dad and he can do anything!"

Instead of answering, Piccolo growled and turned away, crossing his arms and staring at the wall of the ship, unsure what to do must less say...