Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer: no I do not own dragonball z.

AN: I've been taking an eternally long break from this fic because I've been going through some majorly traumatizing times, and I just want to take the opportunity to thank everyone who has been patient enough to bear with me. and…MY INTERNET ACCESS IS BACK!!! Yes, I officially have a cable modem…so I'll be cruisin thru the web a lot quicker now!!!

Chapter 8

"Whoa," Bulma said, grabbing onto the armrest. "What the fuck's going on?" she exclaimed as the plane jolted violently again.

"Sorry, Ms. Briefs. " the only flight attendant on the small, private jet apologized. "Apparently we're facing some turbulence."

"No shit," Vegeta grumbled, sitting down and grabbing his seatbelt. "Woman, I'm putting on my goddamn seatbelt, and I'd suggest you'd do the same."

"I didn't know that you needed something like a puny 'seatbelt'," Bulma muttered sarcastically to her flight partner, but sat down and grabbed her belt all the same.

"I'm going to go check on the pilot, see how long it'll take us to get through this weather." The stewardess walked to the small room, and closed the door behind her. Once she was inside, she nodded. The pilots quickly jumped up, and grabbed three parachutes from the inside of a small door. He tossed one to the stewardess and the other to the co-pilot, and opened a small trap door on the bottom of the small room.

"C'mon, let's get out of here before we get hit too." He growled gruffly, and dropped out the door. The co-pilot nodded, and clicked a small button on one of the control panels and dropped out after the pilot. The stewardess soon followed.

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"Um…Miss?" Bulma asked, after a few moments when the stewardess hadn't returned. "Hello-argh!!" she yelped as the jolting became more violent. "Damnit, how long is this going to take? Anyone in the pilot room?" she called out.

"They're not there," Vegeta growled softly, his keen sense of ki heightened by many years of intense training had not faltered at all.

"Wha-what?!" Bulma exclaimed. "Oh, shit! We've got to get out of here, now!" she started screaming when she saw the window pane behind Vegeta. They were now in the Fuji-yama region of Japan. "Oh my god!!!" she yelled, and started frantically tugging at her seatbelt. "VEGETA!!!"

Vegeta's pupils had also dilated when he saw the beautiful landscape of the Fuji-yama land. "Oh shit," he mumbled, and also started trying to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Fuck! Why won't it come undone?" he murmured an avid stream of curses, and then looked at his cabin mate. Bulma's face was hysterical and tears were running down her face.

"We're going to die, aren't we?" she asked softly.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, woman." Vegeta growled, and summoning his ki, cut apart the belt.

"I didn't know you could still do that?" Bulma gasped. Back in high school, he was able to, but she has assumed with his studies and all, he wasn't able too.

"You don't know how liberating my new look is, do you woman?" Vegeta chuckled grimly as he began working on her belt.

"You feel stronger, more sure of yourself huh? Not as though you've ever had a problem in the ego department." Bulma commented dryly, now no longer worried if Vegeta was able to still display the power that he did when they were still teenagers.

"No shit, sherlock." Vegeta smirked. "Come on, let's get both of our asses outta here, before we collide with Fuji over there," he jerked his thumb towards the huge mountain/volcano that was looming before them. Bulma wobbled hesitantly over to the small door which usually held the parachutes.

"Damn, there's none in there."

"That's to be expected." Vegeta picked Bulma up in one swift move.

"Hey…HEY!!!!" Bulma screeched as Vegeta flung her over his shoulder.

"Shut the hell up, woman. It's the fastest way out of here, and you know it." Vegeta grunted, as he walked towards the airplane hatch, and flung open the emergency exit.

"Oh my god," Bulma murmured as she looked at the speeding landscape below them. Vegeta dropped out of the window, freefalling enough to get distance away from the high altitude of the plane. "VEGEEEETTAAAA!!!!" Bulma yelled over the wind.

"Calm down, woman." Vegeta said, as he stopped his descent to a nice, steady hover in midair.

"Don't you ever do that to me again," Bulma gasped. Then all of the sudden, the jet liner collided with a huge mountain top, the blast flung Vegeta and Bulma in the air, into a sharp mountainside edge. At least Vegeta was nimble enough and twisted his body so at least he was shielding Bulma.Vegeta's tough muscular exterior saved him from the worst of the impact, but the rocky shower that followed their collision nowhere protected Bulma.

"WOMAN!!!" Vegeta yelled, after they collided, Bulma was thrown from his arms by the shock of being struck, and then the rocks tumbled down. "WOMAN!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?!" he screamed again, looking around, his keen eyesight saw a slim, pale hand just jutting haphazardly out of the rocks. "…Bulma…" he murmured softly. That hand was stained with bright red blood.

He dug aside the stones, and saw Bulma's unconscious body. Her clothes were ripped beyond comprehension, and a lot of blood covered her lower torso. She was unconscious, and there was that dramatic trail of blood from her mouth leading down her chin. "Hold…hold on, woman." Vegeta said softly. "I'll get you help before you know it."

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AN: Short, sweet and to the point. Since I promised Tina Lang that I'd update, I did. By the way, this chappie is dedicated to my friend Calvin because he was so wonderful and encoded music files so ppl could hear them on my site. Visit it! www.geocities.com/xangeliz91487x/moiz_lil_corner.html

This is a work in progress, so expect a more detailed chapter later, but for now, we'll leave it be, until next time: happy reading ~ciao.