Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Runaways ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 3 )

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HEYA HEYA!! I'm back! I've decided, instead of working on 13 at the same time or whatever, I'll work with 3 fics at the same time and update, then go to the next 3 and update at the same time^^. Neighborhood Romances, Life Isn't Worth Living Without You, and my newest, Runaways, are my three choices. Anywayz, here's the next chappie of Runaways! As always, enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Vegeta? Vegeta!" "WHAT?!" Vegeta looked up from his `lunch' he was preparing. "What's that walking toward us!?" Bulma pointed vigorously out the window. Vegeta looked and saw the same person Bulma was seeing coming straight for them.

`What the hell is that?' Vegeta thought, taking a step towards the window. "Is that…?" "Is that who?! Is that who?!?" Bulma asked, anxiously. Vegeta walked to the ship door, opening it. "Don't open the door you idiot!! We don't know who that is!!!" Bulma screamed in horror.

"Shut up, idiot!" Vegeta walked out and toward the figure. "Prince Vegeta?" the mysterious man called out. "Babel?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you remember me, I see," Babel smiled.

"Shut up," Vegeta sneered. "Oh, I see you have company?" Babel looked past Vegeta to see Bulma poking her head out the door. When she saw him look back at her, she hid behind the door very quickly. "Your date?" he could help but smile. "No! I wouldn't touch that human!"

"Human? Ah, you speak of that weak race," the green-eyed, gray-haired man said. Bulma, insulted, came out of hiding. "What do you mean `weak race'?! You rude…whatever you are!" "I'm a Sekian. Notice the four ears," he raised his hair on each side to reveal his unique number of ears.

"Wow, and they're pointy too! Like elves!" she got closer. "That's because we are elves," he chuckled. "Can I…touch one?" she asked.

"Hmm? Why?"

"I don't know, they just look nice to touch! Can I? Please?"

"Well, I-if you insist," Babel looked at Vegeta questionably. Vegeta shook his head in shame back. She reched her hand up and poked gently at one. "Ooo!" she touched it again. Babel smiled. Vegeta snorted. "So easily amused," he muttered.

"Shut up! You're just mad because I won't touch you," she stuck her tongue out at him. Vegeta growled back and twitched. "So, anyway, young prince," he let go of his hair and Bulma stepped back. "What brings you here?" "He kidnapped me and ran away from Breiza," Bulma stated, bluntly.

"Frieza!" Vegeta corrected, quite rudely. "Whatever."

"Ran away? From Frieza?!" Babel was shocked. "Yes, is there a problem?" Vegeta crossed his arms. "Well, besides the fact that he rules the universe, no," Babel crossed his arms, also. "Well I'm sick and tired of being his bitch, and frankly, I'll die first before I go back."

Bulma looked at Vegeta intensely. `Was he really that bad?' she thought. "Well, I can see you're serious. Usually, I wouldn't be a part of such a dead-wish, but I admire your true, yet idiotic courage; is there any way I can be of assistance?"

"You could get me a new, unmarked ship," Vegeta suggested. "One with rooms would be nice so I wouldn't have to look at him all day," Bulma had her hands on her hips, glaring the other way. "Ha, I see. Well I think I can arrange that, just as long as you don't give away the name of your provider."

"It's her you should worry about; she has the big mouth," Vegeta looked at her. Bulma glared back. `These two are actually going to live together?' Babel thought, mentally laughing. "Well I trust you both will keep this hush, but I don't think it is safe to give you the ship during the morning. I have a capsule here you can use; it is a motorcycle-"

"You have capsules??" Bulma cut in. "W-why, yes. Do you know about them?" "My father makes capsules!"

"I see. Well, do they look like this?" he reached into his white trench coat and pulled out a two inch, rectangular capsule and held it out.

"Kami, they're pretty big. How do you open them?" she asked, studying them. "Let me demonstrate," he held it, end-for-end, between his hands and pushed it, causing it to shrink into the width of a computer chip. Then he dropped it on the ground and stepped back.

"I think you should back up a bit," he warned. They stepped back also, just before it begin to shake.

`Hmm?' Bulma thought.

It proceeded to fold out, going from one thin box to any, folding out over and over, then it stopped. Next, it started going up, then over after it reached a certain point. Soon, it was the shape of a large box. "What happens next?" Bulma asked.

"Watch."

Suddenly, the sides fell over and revealed a motorcycle. Afterwards, the box shrunk and rose up, attaching itself to an inside part of the motorcycle, where it could not be accidentally pushed.

"Wow!" Bulma checked out the bike. "I've never seen a capsule like this. Ours are smaller, cylinder-like, but kinda boring when they come out," she said, boringly. "I see, cylinder. It is a fine shape for a capsule," he admitted. "Well, as I was saying, you can use this to the ship."

"How do you know it won't be missed?" Vegeta questioned, doubtfully. "Because no one knows of it; I made it myself. As you know, Prince, I make many ships, but I don't display all of them to the public. But don't worry about that, just be at my house at 12 tonight; 4:36 p.m. on your planet, young lady," he tipped his head, respectfully at her.

"How does everyone know about Earth??" she thought out loud. "Your planet is quite unique; it is very much known. I'm surprised Frieza hasn't tried anything with it sooner. Your race may be weak, but power isn't everything. Wouldn't hurt you to learn that, young prince," he looked down at Vegeta.

"Again, shut up," he sneered once more. "Til later, Prince Vegeta, Ms…?" "Oh, B-bulma, Bulma Briefs," she informed him. "Ms. Briefs, it is. Take care of you and yours, Vegeta," he waved, walking away. "Grr," Vegeta growled under his breath.

When he was out of sight, Bulma started talking profusely. "Ooo, he's so cute! Isn't he Vegeta?!" Bulma swooned. "Whatever," Vegeta walked back into the ship. "Hey, wait! I don't wanna get eaten out here!" Bulma ran after him.

"Nappa, wake up!" Radditz punched him in the stomach. "HEY!" Nappa's eyes snapped open and glared. "What the hell do you want?!?" "I don't think Zarbon's following us anymore!" "What?!" Nappa got up and to the main room and looked out the window.

"Can you feel his ki?" Radditz asked him. "No…and I don't see his ship…he must have landed somewhere," Nappa thought out loud. "Who cares?! This gives us time to get a faster ship, and an unmarked one, at that!" Radditz ran over to the controls.

"Hm, we can't get one too close to here. We'll have to stay on this damn ship for a day or two more, but long enough for Frieza to realize we're gone for good and try to track us! Afterwards, we can destroy the ship so he won't know where we landed from!" Radditz proposed.

"What if he decides to track us before then and realizes we aren't going to Cara?!" Nappa, again, disagreed. "…That's it!" "What? What?!" Nappa asked, profusely.

"We'll go to Cara, drop of this damn ship, and grab another, then leave before Frieza can miss us! He can't suspect anything as long as we stay on course, can he?" Radditz was quite proud of his bulletproof plan. "Grr…well…oh fine, damnit! Whatever, I'm going to sleep!" Nappa stomped away.

"Idiot."

"Ah, Master Zarbon! Nice to see you," an elf bowed, "How might I be of service?" "I need a ship. One that can't be marked by anyone, especially another ship," he requested specifically. "Well, I think I will be able to help you." "Good, because I need one today, but not right now, I need rest."

"Yes, sire, I will arrange a place for you to rest until later on tonight. I think I know just the person who will be able to get you a ship, sire."

"That's good to hear. Now, lead me the way, I need some rest," he ordered the woman.

"Come, this way."

Alrighty! Radditz has a plan! Zarbon's getting some shut eye! Vegeta and Bulma are getting their ships! But will they be the only ones paying a visit to Babel's house? Find out on the next chapter of Runaways! Peaces Reeces!

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Finished: 1/12/03

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