Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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AN: I know some people were probably very confused at the fact that I had a pregnant Bulma drinking alcohol (Jen). Um…she's reckless…what can I say?! I mean, she's still at a a partially denial stage…where she believes she's pregnant, but still has moments when she thinks she isn't, or forgets. Sorry for any confusion. ARIGATOU!!! I know that you guys are so angry at me I feel so ashamed, but what can I say?! My version of Bulma's character is like that, just as reckless.

Chapter 6

"Zarbon…" Bulma choked out, staring into his baby-blues.

"How nice of you to remember me, Bulma-chan," Jesse bowed deeply, using her nickname as a way of mocking her.

"You're such a bastard. I should've known better." Bulma hissed. Vegeta walked out of the room, fluffing back his hair, which had turned slightly frizzy due to the fact that he had just pulled on a Ralph Lauren wool sweater.

Vegeta's eyes widened comically as he saw the scene in front of him. Bulma pinned against the wall, Zarbon's hand had moved up so that it was gripping her throat, in one swift roundhouse, he had knocked Zarbon onto the floor, and Bulma scrambled away, taking cover behind her spiky haired man, massaging her bruising throat.

"You," Vegeta growled ferally, gazing intensely at Frieza.

"How nice of you to graze us with your presence. Saiyan no Ouji," Frieza purred, lowering his head in a mocking bow.

That was incredibly disturbing. Apparently Frieza and whatever consorts he might've had had been keeping tabs on Bulma ever since her childhood. It made the heiress visibly sick to her stomach. They often played a secret role-playing game. All of their friends were incredibly interested in the martial arts, so they created a super powered race called the Saiyans. And due to Vegeta's last name, he was reluctantly (by them anyways) dubbed the Ouji of their race.

Vegeta eyes widened, and he almost gasped aloud.

"Vegeta…he's Zarbon," Bulma whispered in a panicked tone. Suddenly it clicked into his numb brain. Zarbon…yes, the man who had been stalking Bulma all those years ago. It seemed he finally awoke from his moment of disappearance.

"Yes, Vegeta. You've been housing an asassin all these days…and you never even noticed it, you must be loosing your touch." Frieza tsked, in his irritatingly smooth voice. Frieza and Vegeta had been rivals for the longest time. They met at some sort of martial arts competition a long time ago, and were equal in power. Frieza had never ceased to rub it into his face, even though their addresses prevented them from meeting but once a year. "I can't wait to tell Father. It was wise of me to call up you again, Zarbon. You always were my favorite…er…employee."

"You'll never get away this," Bulma said, still standing behind Vegeta's shoulder.

"Oh? But I think I already have," Frieza drew a stun gun, and before either could react, Vegeta and Bulma both fell unconscious to the floor.

"What do we do now?" Zarbon asked, abandoning his fake accent.

"Leave 'em. There was enough power in this baby to keep them out for a week. I want to gloat in Kooler's face, and then we'll see what Father wants to do with them."

"Done." Zarbon said, and he quickly tied up the duo, and him and his accomplice left the apartment with a flourish.

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Now, Vegeta wasn't one of the top althetes in his school for nothing. His resilient physique enabled him to recover from any incident rather quickly. Not to mention the fact that his knees gave out when the stun gun went off, slightly adverting the aim.

"Ugh," Vegeta groaned, extremely aggravated. He ripped off the bindings with a slight flare to his ki, and proceeded to roughly shake Bulma until she was awake.

"Oh…Vegeta, where the hell are we?" Bulma asked wearily, sitting up as Vegeta quickly untied her own ropes.

"My apartment," he grunted. "We should get out of here as soon as possible. Frieza and Zarbon will be back as soon as possible." Bulma nodded, and picked up her purse, Vegeta grabbed her arm.

The expression what?! clearly etched all over her face. "I have reason to believe that you maybe tracked," Vegeta said in a low tone. Bulma's eyes widened. But she never allowed anyone to touch her purse. At Vegeta insistent stare, she lowered her bag, and walked out of the room without it.

"Where should we go, onna?" Vegeta growled in his low tone, his eyes behind his Vito Bertolucci's were scanning the surrounding area for any perpetrators.

"We can't go back to my hotel room," Bulma said, pacing anxiously on the sidewalk. "The best neutral environment that I can think of is the Capsule Corp. headquarters downtown."

"Then that is where we shall go," Vegeta grunted, and quickly flagged down a taxi. Sooner or later, they pulled up to the huge skyscraper. Vegeta pulled a huge wad of zeni out of his back pocket that was more than enough fare, and a generous tip.

Moments later, the unlikely duo was in an elevator, heading for the upper floors that led to the executive office.

"Um..excuse me. Mr. Henderson is very busy right now," the secretary said as Bulma and Vegeta made their deliberate path towards the head of this CC branch. Bulma barged through the doors, unaware of her less than professional appearance, and a harassed looking man looked up from the mountain of paperwork.

"I thought Staci would've told you that you guys are-oh Ms. Briefs!" he gasped.

"Yes, William. I need access to a video phone immediately."

"I'm sorry about the mess," he apologized, sweeping his arm haphazardly over the table.

"Save it," Bulma snapped. "The vid phone."

"Right," he said, and pressed a button, a huge cabinet on the left side of the large office slid open, revealing a large, modern, video phone.

Bulma leaned over, and typed in a number. She turned around, and snapped. "Some privacy, please?"

"Oh, right y'are," William waved sheepishly, and backed out of the office. Imagine that! Being kicked out of your own office!

"Bulma?" Dr. Briefs gazed asked when he picked up the extension in the lab. "Is something wrong."

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Vegeta muttered, Bulma shot hima glare before turning to her dad.

"Everything's horrible, daddy!" Bulma blurted. "Zarbon found me…and Frieza was with him."

"Zarbon?" Dr. Briefs internal alarm went off. He remember that son of a bitch. The evil one who stalked his daughter relentlessly.

"Yeah, daddy, but he looked so different," Bulma answered confusedly. "I mean he had black hair, blue eyes, and his skin…it wasn't green, it was as peaches and cream as mine. I don't get it…but his voice…his voice was the same. I'll never forget it."

"Plastic surgery can do wonders," Dr. Briefs reminded her kindly. "Now, I suggest that you get back here as soon as possible."

"Vegeta too," Bulma added. "He saved my life, Daddy."

"Of course, then. I want you on the next flight out of there."

"Will do," Bulma promised. She turned around, and nodded to Vegeta, who had been listening discreetly to their conversation.

"I don't think you should be riding on a commercial flight, though," Dr. Briefs said seriously. "Bulma…the America branch should have a private jet. You have to take that one back home."

"Of course," Bulma answered.

"Now, let me talk to Dr. Henderson, we'll make the arrangements. Just stay tight, the headquarters should be safe enough for the time being."

"Yes, thank you." Bulma whispered. "I'll see you in a few hours."

"Bye daughter, love you."

"Love you too, Daddy." Bulma sighed. "Dr. Henderson?"

"Yes?" the director's head popped into the spacious office.

"I need to take the CC private jet back home to Japan. My father would like to talk to you."

"O-Of course," Henderson stuttered bit. Bulma handed the vidphone's receiver over to the doctor.

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"Vegeta?" Bulma called wearily into the meeting room where he was waiting patiently.

"Yes, woman?" he asked in a slightly harsh tone.

"My dad wants me to go home…" she sighed. "I was hoping…if you'd…"

"Go with you?" Vegeta asked dryly. "Forget about it."

"Vegeta…" Bulma said, as her voice began to take on a whine. "Please…I mean…I miss you a lot. And you can't go back to your apartment. Zarbon probably burned it by now. Or whatever. You're now a target too, don't forget about that."

"After all these years of knowing me, you'd think that you would know what I was capable of."

"Vegeta," Bulma hinted, aggravation seeping into her words. "This is NOT the time to be macho. We have to get back home. When we're back there, we can sort everything out, but not before. I demand it!"

"You demand it?" Vegeta sneered. "Who died and made you god?"

"You know what I mean." Bulma scowled. "I'd rest easier if I knew that you were safe and at my side. You can be my personal bodyguard," she attempted at a brief crack of humor.

"As if," Vegeta scowled, but his eyes showed amusement. "Do I look like the type to tag along and protect some pathetic female?"

Gritting her teeth and visibly grappling with her anger, Bulma responded. "Yes, Vegeta. I am a weak pathetic female, and that's why I need you there to protect me." tired of this feeble argument, she decided to try some reverse psychology. "Now, please…" she bowed mockingly.

"Fine," Vegeta relented after a long moment of thinking. "But don't you dare think that I am pleased about that."

"Oh?" Bulma said sarcastically, fully tired of putting up with his bullshit. "I never would have imagined by your demeanor and attitude."

"Hmph," Vegeta grunted, determined to have the last word. "You said so yourself that you were a pathetic, weakling female."

"Screw you Vegeta," Bulma said, running her right hand through her hair and the left flipping him off.

"Baka," Vegeta retorted. Too weak and confused to continue, Bulma sat down on the edge of a plush chair in the room. After a long pause, Vegeta spoke up, "When do we depart?"

Bulma smiled wearily. "As soon as we can, I hope. Daddy's making the plans right now."

"Fine."

* * *

"Oh darling!!!" Bunny Briefs called out to her husband. "What do you think I should wear to dinner tonight, the black or the blue…" she walked out of the closet holding two, virtually identical dresses. She noticed his weary face. "Oh…what's wrong, honey?"

"Bulma." He answered tiredly.

"Oh, now don't worry about her," Bunny gushed. "I'm sure she's just fine. She is my baby after all."

"That's what I'm worried about," the doctor muttered under his breath, his cheerful wife didn't notice a thing. "No, there's a serious situation. Someone tried to kill her."

"kill her!" Bunny squealed, and in typical drama queen-style, she threw the dresses into the air, and her hands flew to her cheeks. "Well…we've got to get her out of there!"

"Yeah, she'll be home in a day or two," Dr. Briefs sighed.

"Well, that's good. Then we'll just get some extra security for her. Who would want to do such a horrible thing to Bulma, though? She's an angel!"

"I honestly don't know, Bunny." The doctor answered. "I really don't know. There are a ton of possiblities. A lot of people are jealous. Capsule Corporation is at the top of the game, and that's within all corporations. It could be anyone, from a mugger who just wants some cash, or it could be a huge corporation, trying to conspire against our family."

"That's just horrible," Bunny shook her head. "I mean, I know there are a lot of people who are jealous of you, dear. But isn't killing taking a bit too far."

"I don't know, Bun. Some of these people are willing to go very far, to do anything. In fact…" his eyes lit up. "I think I've got it!" without a second glance at his wife he rushed downstairs.

"Always rushing around," Bunny scolded. "That's definitely not good for his blood pressure. The man never knows when to calm down." She picked up the discarded clothing, and went back to her closet.

Downstairs, in his own private office, Dr. Briefs called up a private investigator that he personally employed to do background checks on all the employees of his company. "Yes, I'd like you to look up Zarbon…I don't know his last name, but Zarbon cannot be that common a first name, can it?"

"Will do, sir." The detective answered. "Anyone else?"

"Um…yes. Get me as much information as you can on Kold Enterprises."

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AN: and that's the end of chapter 17. which may I add, took forever to get out. And some notice in advance, my fics will be going on a major pause for awhile right now while I struggle through some personal and family problems, okay? So just bear with me, and I'll see what I can do. Thanks for reading, and review to tell me your opinions.