Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Principles know no Love ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Wow, I really got that part finished- I´m so proud of myself. ^-^

I had a nasty little writers block and it cost me a lot to keep my writing up (partly owing to my nerve-racking teachers who can steal you the whole day with their stupid homeworks and projects… phu, well I hope you all enjoy it nontheless because I certainly did while writing it ^-^ *winks*.)

Chapter 6

"Wow, that looks pretty bad. What did you get yourself into now?" A fierce glare -thrown at her as a non-verbal warning- got the woman to stop at once.

"Alright, alright, I´m not going to interfere with your privacy." She snorted lightly. "How could I." Shaking her head wordlessly, she continued on her task of cleaning out the deep wound, ignoring the low hiss Vegeta occasionally emitted.

Kakarott watched them intently from a nearby chair, letting his face rest in his hands with his elbows propped upon his knees. His eyes flickered over Vegeta´s face, down to the Colt clenched between slightly trembling fingers and back to Anna´s hunched form.

Suddenly Vegeta´s head snapped up and he looked at the window to his left side. Eyes narrowing he stood up- despite Anna´s immediate protests- and proceeded towards the door, pressing himself against the hard wall and lifting the Colt in preparation.

Kakarott was just about to open his mouth when Anna caught him by the arm and shoved him into a far corner, pointing a gun at him. "Hold your tongue, boy." She advised him in a hushed whisper, watching the leader out of the corner of her eye.

The sheriff wrinkled his brow in confusion, thoroughly regarding first the woman before letting his eyes wander over to the leader. Vegeta´s Colt clicked faintly when he released the safety catch of his pistol, concentration painted clearly over his features.

Kakarott´s ears perked up suddenly and -titling his head to the side- he listened intently.

Footsteps.

Crack.

Creak.

"Ha! I knew they would finally come to rescue me." Kakarott cried out immediately, gloating at them; his smile screaming victory.

"Don´t jump to conclusions just yet. It doesn´t look to me like your beloved bounty hunters are the ones waiting out there." Vegeta´s face had scrunched up into a dark frown and he opened the door slightly- only to be rewarded with a loud bang, wood splintering as something penetrated the door; the result a small whole becoming visibly in one of the thick boards.

The leader snorted: "Well, that smells suspiciously of dilettantes. I guess they are from South-Valley." The following chuckle was devoid of humour, his eyes still fixed to the door firmly.

"Anna, I guess I´ve got you into trouble once again." He looked at the old woman qiuckly before he lowered his gaze to the ground for a split moment.

"I´m sorry."

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"Oh, shut up already." Anna snapped, strictly avoiding eye contact. "Just get the hell out of here before those townies get an adrenalin-rush and chop up the whole place." A small smile tucked at the leader´s lips as he turned his face back to the their host, ready to reply--

"I won´t come with you!"

-deathly silence-

Vegeta looked up and into resolute black eyes, his own brown orbs narrowing dangerously.

"Well then…" His voice was calm, betraying his expression- maybe too calm.

""You can also stay here," Eyes blazed. "-getting shoot--" He smirked at the sheriff. "if that´s more to your taste."

Kakarott lifted his head up high, trying to look down his nose despite his sitting position.

"They won´t hurt me." That confident smile once again. "And if what you said is true, and they are truly from South-Valley, they will be happy to rescue their sheriff."

Vegeta grinned:

"Oh come on, sheriff. There are dozens of those wannabe´s loafing around out there, just waiting to take over your post. South-Valley alone had already had over about 18 of those nutcases. One more or less- it doesn´t matter!" His features gave nothing away as he looked directly at the other, holding his gaze in self-confidence.

"And if you haven´t noticed yet, you´ve already turned to my accomplice in their eyes. Why else would I take it on to bring you with me- you are slowing me down considerable after all, don´t you agree on that point?!"

Kakarott pressed his lips together tightly, stubbornly setting his jaw; his obvious sulking being the only reply to the leader´s statement.

"Well if that´s settled…"

Vegeta then fixed his eyes on Anna.

"You still having that extra `ration´ in the shed?"

Anna nodded silently, not bothering to look at the leader. She waved a casual hand at a certain spot on the ground just near the wall that faced the door, all the while loading her shotgun proficiently.

Vegeta smiled gratefully at the smaller woman, twisting his head and indicating for Kakarott to go first.

They hastily cleared away old furniture, dragging a cupboard across the floor- accompanied by scratching noises.

When the indicated ground was fully freed of all the junk, Vegeta pulled at the trap door coming into view, revealing a square opening.

To Kakarott´s surprise Vegeta took hold of his arm abruptly and pushed him forward roughly. "You go first." He said as if to justify his previous action. Obeying wordlessly the sheriff set one foot cautiously into the darkness, groping around for solid subsoil.

Vegeta´s harsh voice though dared him to waste anymore precious time and he slowly eased himself into the unknown, falling, loosing his balance and landing on his behind with a thud.

Vegeta smirked.

"Whatch out, Anna." He called out to the woman, reaching into his vest-pocket, a bundle of banknotes emerging seconds later.

"I´m going to mess up your house a little." He threw the bundle onto a nearby table.

"Hope you don´t mind."

A woman´s growl followed his short flight through the darkness before his feet touched the earthy ground and the trap door was pulled shut over their heads, leaving them in complete darkness.

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Kakarott slid his hands along the walls, searching his way through the blackness. He unexpectedly bumped into something solid- something warm. Turning slightly he reached forward, cautiously touching the unfamiliar barrier.

"Get your hands off me!"

Hurriedly he pulled back the limp and narrowed his eyes, vague outlines slowly becoming visible.

"I still have my Colt so don´t try something stupid." The sharp voice threatened.

"As if you´d see me in here." Kakarott shot back, ducking out of reach when he rather felt then saw a fist swinging his way.

A growl rang out, echoing all around him.

Before the sheriff could utter a single sound though, a loud noise brought them both back to attention. Kakarott jerked to the side in surprise, his eyes torn open.

"What the…"

He felt a hand close around his wrist, dragging him forward harshly.

"What the…"

"Oh stop it already, sheriff. As if you´d ever come around to actualy curse out loud."

Kakarott remained unmoving as the leader pulled more firmly on his arm, earning himself another growl.

"As I said before and will now- I.am.not.coming.with.you!"

"Shut the hell up, greenhorn! I´m not going to get into another discussion with you!" He pressed his Colt against the sheriff´s stomach warningly. "How dare you even think about backtalking to me, or do you want to die so urgently?!"

Not waiting for an answer he pushed the other man forward roughly, snarling all the while angriely to himself. His gun was still pointing at Kakarott, who was- for once- obediently stumbling along the tunnle. He had to bow his head the further they went, the passage becoming narrow and the `ceiling´ lower. Their short journey ended in an apperent impasse.

"Now what?" Kakarott asked somewhat smugly, a slight note of provokation swinging in his tone.

Wordlessly Vegeta pressed himself close, coming to stand stomach to stomach and chest to chest with the sheriff by doing so. Kakarott looked down at the other man questioningly, not daring to move his head since their faces were already only mere inches apart.

Vegeta suddenly reached up with one hand, stretching himself fully and standing on his tiptoes in the process. While his left hand still held the Colt, he pulled at a hidden trap door above their heads, pushing and shoving insistently until it finally fell back and revealed another opening.

Not looking at the sheriff, Vegeta caught hold of one edge and pulled himself up effortlessly. Kakarott could only stare, a light blush tinting his normally fair cheeks.

"Are you coming or what?!"

Swiftly mimicking the leader´s previous movements, he ended up next to his kidnapperr, crouching low near a dark brownish wall.

Scrunching his nose up, he looked around, noting that the ground was partially covered in hay and horse droppings, the strong odour hanging thickly in the air- almost standing there.

He looked at the slightly shorter male from the corners of his eyes, his orbs lingering on the leader´s face for just a moment before following the other´s gaze and concentrating on the lonely window opposite them.

A movement caught his attention instantly and he narrowed his eyes, unconsciously leaning forward slightly.

An earshattering bang though made him almost jump in surprise as his heart skipped a beat. He leaned against the wall, raking a hand through his hair in distress and ducking his head protectively. A faint `click´ was suddenly heard and he twisted to the side swiftly, facing his kidnapper.

Vegeta had crawled away- over to the window, now pressing himself against the wall just beside the paneless opening. His Colt was lifted, his eyes black and sharp.

Kakarott watched him for a moment, his gaze locking on that tight, concentrated face.

He opened his mouth, but just then Vegeta shot up from his squated position, firing out the window and ducking back down right after, his brows lowered, a deep crease showing on his forhead.

An answering bang came from somewhere near -somewhere outside- making wood splinter, efficiently destroying the morning´s silence.

Kakarott pressed a hand over his chest, moving over to the leader, every loud crack making him wince softly.

His other hand was clenched tightly into a fist by his side, his eyes opened wide.

He once again looked up to the only visible opening in the room, catching several figures running and hiding, positioned themselves around the shed.

After a while of shooting, ducking and firing back, Kakarott suddenly frowned.

"They are closing in on us." He said out loud, looking at the leader. "They are encircling us."

Vegeta´s countenance stayed impassive. "I know."

"They are clearly in the majority, you can´t possibly hit them all!"

Vegeta´s eyes remained fixated on the outside world.

"That may be true." He admitted nonchalantly, his voice calm and relaxed, his whole demeaner practically screaming indifference.

"And why are you still fighting then?"

The leader smirked at that. "Maybe because I´ve nothing better to do, mh?"

He once again fired, a scream following his attack. But then the foe fired back tenfold, demolishing the shed´s wooden walls, dust and splinters flying through the air, the noise echoing over the barren landscape.

When the hail of bullets was reduced slightly, Vegeta once again pushed the barrel out the window- the sill supporting the shining metal- and aimed carefully. His eyes narrowed as he peered through telescopic sight, the cylindrical tube sliding over the wood as it followed an unsuspecting adversary.

The leader´s face was devoid of any emotions as he pulled the trigger, a faint click resounding eerily through the shed.

Vegeta´s eyes widened and he pulled a second time…

`click´

and a third…

and a forth-

`click´

Nothing , just that discouraging little noise, telling him what his eyes already betrayed. Run dry, no ammunition- and just now of all the times.

A groan escaped his throat, but he quickly quenched it as his gaze shifted sideways to an obvious Kakarott who´s eyes were still pinned to the scene outside.

Coughing lightly Vegeta let the Colt slowly sink, looking around the room, apparently in search for something.

Having finally spotted the desired article he strode forward with fast steps, approaching an old, rotten crate that stood hidden in a far corner of the room. Kakarott eyed him warily as the leader opened the lid with one swift movement, flicking it through the room uncaringly.

The thud that followed only seconds later, as the lid collided with the hard ground was muffled out by hay and the louder,rustling sounds Vegeta created as he eagerly rummaged through the crate.

In the mean time Kakarott occupied himself with alternately looking back and forth between the window and his kidnapper, watching the man in interest and simultaneously noting how very near their opponents had already ventured, seemingly encouraged by the sudden lack of resistance.

Shaking his head in indecision, he slid down the wall, sitting on the ground just below the window, curiously watching the leader and waiting for the inevitable to happen.

Vegeta suddenly straightened up though, holding out a pole of dynamite in silent victory. A grin crept over his features and he crouched down a second time, abondoning the pole on the ground before he grabbed the whole crate and spilled its entire contents onto the floor resolutely.

Kakarott had to cough as dust whirled up and tickled his nostrils, thickening and blocking his view for mere seconds.

He blinked to clear his vision and spotted Vegeta, surrounded by piles of dynamite- covered with a light layer of dust.

"That should be sufficient." He looked at an unconfortably sqirming Kakarott. "Don´t you think so?!"

Vegeta literally gloated as he distributed his new equipment evenly over the whole room, an unnatural calmness surrounding him. He only left a small heap that he then unceremoniously stuffed into his pockets and began to set the fuses from the remaining dynamite on fire.

Examining his work afterwards, he gave a satisfied grunt and turned to the sheriff:

"Well then, that should give us enough time to get away unharmed."

Casting one quick look out the window, his smirk reappeared. "But I´m not so sure if those will."

Kakarott´s eyes got wide. "But you can´t let them come in here- they might get hurt!" He sputtered out in indignation.

Vegeta shrugged nonchalantly. "That´s the idea."

The sheriff remained wordless as he stared perplexed at the other male.

"Oh come on, greenhorn, it´s their own decision if they want to go after me. I haven´t forced anybody, after all."

He reconsidered for a moment. "Well, you excluded."

Kakarott only continued to stare incredulous at the smaller cowboy, his mouth wide agape.

The leader averted his gaze back to the window eventually, frowning and cocking his head to the side. A shoot that sent another bullet crashing through the door though had him swirl around abruptly.

"They sure are eager." He stated as something rammed against the previously misused door and the hingens began to crack and squeak in disregarded protest.

Kakarott shook his had rapidly, locking eyes with the leader in determination.

"I´m not-"

"Yeah, I know-You are not coming with me. --Boy, you are predictable."

Cocking one eyebrow and tossing a "I don´t care" at him, he turned around, approaching a ladder and climbing it up swiftly.

The darker cowboy had already set one foot onto the hayloft before he suddenly twisted back around, pointing his gun at the staring sheriff in a wordless warning.

"But don´t you dare getting in my way!" He threatened and pulled out a solitary pole of dynamite, lightening the alarmingly short fuse in one fluid motion.

"Wha-- what are you doing?!" Kakarott cried out, standing transfixed to the spot, his eyes sticking to the deadly weapon.

"What does it look like, huh?" Vegeta replied with an eery calmness and lifted his arm, ready to throw its burden into the room.

Withoud a second thought Kakarott suddenly sprinted towards the ladder, climbing it up in growing panic and rushing after the retreating leader.

Three steps, with ducked heads; and they approached a skyligth on the loft, opening it and pressing themselves through the small opening-

just before Vegeta threw the dynamite;

just before the door was brutally ripped off its hingends, shattering under the weight of numerous men;

just before the pole exploded-

landing on their feet while the shed suddenly expanded with a loud noise behind them,- the deafening sound echoeing over the landscape, wood flying in every which direction, sand swirling up, raising to momentarily shadow the bright sun.

"Wow." Kakarott murmured subconsciuously, staring at the damage in silent wonder.

The leader only grinned, the expression vanishing instantly, however, when he spotted the silhouette of a woman forming behind the walls of dust.

Lowering his head, he approached the figure, a stunned sheriff trailing behind him- though mainly out of reflex than any real consideration.

"Sorry?" Vegeta more than asked when his focus slightly cleared- enough to look into the woman´s serious face.

For a while, there was no words spoken, only the occasionally vocal exclamations of a still stupefied Kakarott.

Vegeta swallowed hard and locked eyes with Anna. "I´ve got kinda carried away by all the marvellous dynamite, I guess." A faint smirk darted over his features. "I´m gonny replace everything of course."

Anna smiled and leaned forward abruptly, pinching Vegeta´s cheek, rendering the dark cowboy stunned momentarily.

"I know you will." Opposing to her delighted expression, her voice swung with deep emotion, her eyes flashing urgently.

"And now- get lost already, I don´t think your `friends´ will stay down there for much longer." She smiled and clapped him on the back companionably, pushing the male towards a wide paddock.

"Ah, yes, and don´t take that jade from yesterday- bad choice, you of all people should really know that." She berated the slightly taller maler, her voice turning `mother-mode´ at once.

"-but you can borrow one of mine." Anna offered helpfully after her little tirade ended, winking at Vegeta and nodding at them on parting before she vigorously strode towards the demolished shed. Releasing the safety catch of her shotgun she gave a soft chuckle- the sound transforming into an all-out cackle as she pointed the lean, metalic barrel at a pile of shattered boards that began to move suddenly, while a soft groan was emitted somewhere near.

Casting a quick sideway glance she only just caught sight of the rear-end of a departing horse before a thick cloud of dust enveloped the stallion and its burden fully.

A smile graced her lips as her finger twitched expectantly around the trigger.

"I just so love to have company," Malice tinted her fine features. "but it´s always so rare- indeed" she aimed at an random pile of wood, lying flat on the ground, "I wonder why." and pulled the trigger…

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It´s me- again- in the end I´ve written it, phu! And now I´m gonna go to bed- it´s already dark outside. The bad grammar/writing will have to do for now! ^-^

Ah, I almost forget: R/R ^-^

Feedback, please, because -personally- I think the story sucks somehow…

(sorry for the bad choice of words…it´s late already. * yawns artificially* ^-^)

Ah yes, and I´m not going to write for awhile because I´m going to Italy for a week and alas!, I have no laptop to accompany me. Therefor, be patient.