Breathe

The story of a girl who falls in love
with a serial killer.



Killing Spree

      The two majors, and the captain had arrived on the bank scene to learn that there wasn't actually a robbery. The one and only Vegeta, had killed seventeen people.

      Jun'ai looked around and cowered closer to Piccolo. "Piccolo san, I don't like this." The fear in her voice was clear. Jun'ai had always been a brave girl, and strong. She was never afraid of anyone who threatened her, or her friends. There are only a few things that she fears the most. One of them, was Serial Killers. "I don't wanna be here. I'm afraid of serial killers. I have been for a long time." That was the first time she had ever admitted to being afraid of something, to someone else.

       Piccolo was about to say something when he saw someone moving in the distance, it looked like the Bank Manager.

       It was indeed the bank manager. The short and chubby man walked over to where the three officers stood. When he spoke, his voice was coated with panic and fear. "So many people killed, and the black flame didn't even use a weapon, or his hands!" He seemed to be talking mostly to himself, than the officers.

     As soon as Piccolo heard it wasn't done with weapons or the criminal's hands, it didn't take long before he gave the Captain an order. "Captain Jinzouningen. Go back to the station and get an officer from the K9 unit. Immediately." The young Major stood there for a moment thinking quietly to himself. 'The Black Flame, huh? The one we've been looking for nearly a year. Your reign of terror should be almost over.' His onyx pools shifted down to the whimpering Jun'ai, and another trail of thoughts swam through his head. 'Don't worry, kid. I'll protect with you my life.' There was a moment of silence. 'Wait a minute. Did I just think that? All these hours must be getting to my head. Yeah, that's it. I need a vacation.'

At The Station

     Juuhachi ran down the hall to have a bunch of dogs barking at her. She ran right into General Jeice, an expert dog handler. She informed him of the manager had said about the killing not being done by hand or by weapon. Only a dog could track down any other source that may have been used to kill.

      Jeice took out the best canine in the station. It was a one year old full grown German Shepherd. Since she was the youngest canine in the station, she had the best nose. Jeice and Arianna, the shepherd, had become really close during the years. They were nearly inseperable and they worked great as a pair.

      Soon after, they got in the cruiser and headed off towards the bank scene. Hopefully the two Majors waiting there were still in one piece and not into ten million pieces.

At The Bank

      Jun'ai stood there by herself. Suddenly she heard something, or someone creeping around her. She whimpered a little and called out, "Piccolo san, is that you?" All the time, she was thinking, 'P san please let it be you.' She didn't get an answer which worried her. This time she saw a shadowed figure run by her. A few more figures followed, there were three canines. She was hoping it was the K9 unit, but when she heard a cold, raspy voice, her hopes changed.

     Vegeta laughed evilly has he came out of the shadows, his faithful canines following him. One was Tora, the others were his other best friends.

       Kira, was a brown brindle and white bull terrier. It had the same chocolate eyes as Tora, and her name meant Killer. This was the more aggressive of Vegeta's faithful companions.

      Gemini, was the last beautiful canine in the group. Gemini was a brown and white American Pit Bull Terrier. The dog never started trouble. If it did, it could easily be dominated by the Akita.

      The three were loyally standing by his side, snarling and snapping at the pink haired woman who stood before them.

     Vegeta inched closer to her and smirked. He drew his hand out from behind his back. He had on a fingerless black leather glove with blades sticking out from the top in five different directions. They were mainly positioned between each finger. He snarled, "Any last words?"

      Jun'ai whimpered and cowered back a little. Her pink eyes darted to the dogs who were advancing on her with each step she took. She screamed, "P saaaaannnnnn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Hopefully, he would hear her cry of help, and come to her rescue.

      Piccolo's ears twitched as he heard Jun'ai's plea for help. He dashed out to where she was, only to see the serial killer holding her, inching his blades towards her throat. "Let her go right now and I'll be easy on you." He held his gun out infront of him and eyed the criminal in an angered manner.

      Vegeta let her go and stepped back a few inches. "We'll meet again, green bean." He vanished into the shadows and summoned the dogs to follow him. Within a few moments he was away from the scene and off tracking someone else down.

     Jun'ai rushed over and cried into Piccolo's arms, and for the longest time, they'd stayed in that position, without any interruptions.

Other Side of Town

     Bulma was stepping out of the Capsule Corporation compound. She was full and decided it was time to head off to the station to help her father out and to see her friends. She was walking down a street to pass by a park. Her eyes must've been decieving her.

     What exactly did she see? She saw Yamcha and some blonde haired bimbo making out on the swings. 'Why, the nerve of that no good, dirty, cheating bastard. I can't believe him.' She was streaming curses in her thoughts and then muttered something outloud, "When I get my hands on him I'll..." She was suddenly cut off by a cold and raspy voice, which she instantly recognized.

      "Kill him? Is that what you'll do, Onna?" A smirk crossed Vegeta's handsome features as his onyx pools stared deep into hers. He could see all the ways she wanted to get revenge on the scarface.

       The way he was staring deep into her eyes, made her weak in the knees. Vegeta's answer was correct, though. She was just about to say that. Was it really that obvious? A smirk crossed her own features as an evil scheme was suddenly plotted in her head. "Vegeta, could you do me a little, hmm, favor?"

     Vegeta's smirk widened into an almost smile. He silently thought, 'Anything for you, Bulma.' His pride would never allow him to say that to her, though. Instead, he replied, "You want me to kill the baka, right?" He watched Bulma nod and cackled, "Alright, It shall be done."

The Deadly Plan

     Vegeta had brought Bulma back to his hideout to plan the murder of Yamcha. Barks could be heard outside in the background. He had six dogs, altogether. Five of which were outside playing around. He usually only took out Kira, Gemini, and Tora on his killing missions since the others weren't too big on being outside. They did get an occasional walk from Bulma, though. He didn't really seem to be paying much attention to what she was saying, his onyx eyes were more glued to her ass than anything.

       Bulma turned around to see where Vegeta's eyes seemed to be plastered. A smirk crossed her features and she changed the tone in her voice to sound angry. "Vegeta! Are you listening to me?!"

     Vegeta suddenly snapped out of staring and growled in response, "How the fuck should I know, with all that mumbling, you expect me to understand?" He glared into her oceanic blue eyes before saying something else. "I don't see why this has to be anything special anyway. He's just another lowlife officer who stuffs his ugly face with doughnuts all day. Atleast that's my interpretation of a police officer."

      Bulma shot an icy glare back at Vegeta. "Well, my father is a cop, so watch your mouth! And I also think that having a plan to kill Yamcha is ten times funner than just killing him the plain way. Don't you think? I mean, what good is it if I can't watch him suffer?" Now, she was starting to sound like Vegeta.

      Vegeta just chuckled in response. He couldn't believe how similiar she was to him when she was mad. He'd always thought she was the forgiving kind, not the kind who'd just plan to have a serial killer go out and kill someone. Then again, never judge a book by it's cover. "Fine, Onna. Sit down and we'll plan this together."

      She sat down and then Vegeta began to go into detail about how he wanted to kill Yamcha.

At The Bank Scene

      Piccolo finally pushed Jun'ai off of him and said in a rather calm voice. "Alright. It's over now. Let's just get back to headquarters and leave this to Captain Juuhachi and General Jeice, alright?" It really hurt him to see Jun'ai in this kind of condition, but it was the only thing he could offer at the moment. It was also nearing nightfall and he didn't want to be standing out here 'til then, either.

     Jun'ai nodded to Piccolo's words, wiping the tears away from her eyes, trying to forget about the whole experience. She could tell her and Piccolo's relationship was going to change. She knew he probably wouldn't tease her about being afraid of anything anymore, even though she kind of liked when he did. Jun'ai grabbed Piccolo's hand and dragged him towards the cruiser and said, "Alright, Pickle man don't be so slow, let's go. I'm hungry, and I gotta wash my face."

      Piccolo sighed to himself and thought, 'Damn. I liked it better when she was quiet. Oh well, guess things can't stay like that forever.'

       The two of them got into the cruiser and drove off towards the station.

Vegeta's Hideout

      "Woman, what the hell kind of plan is that? Why the fuck would you want to take that weakling to the carnival?" Vegeta just wasn't getting the point of this plan, at all. Then something registered in his mind about the plan. "Wait, woman, did you say you wanted me to fuck you?"

     Bulma sighed and rolled her eyes. She had a migraine from trying to explain the concept over and over again to Vegeta. "No, Vegeta. I just said that for my health. Yeah, of course I want you to. But not until we get finished planning, okay?"

       Vegeta's eyes lit up and smirk crossed his handsome features. "How 'bout we skip the planning and get straight to the good part, hmm? Wouldn't that be better?"

      Bulma growled, "Down, boy. No, It would not be better! Like I said, I'll ask Yamcha to take me to the carnival. You trail us to the carnival. I'll make Yamcha go win some prizes for me and tell him to meet me inside the fun house, at the beginning of the rope bridge, and you can be there, holding me by my waist, pretending you're gonna kill me, but then surprise him and kill him instead, what do you think?"

     Vegeta just stared at the blue haired goddess sitting and watching him with pure anger and lust in her eyes. It was an absolutely beautiful sight. The scowl returned to his face and he replied, "Fine. I don't care, as long as the bastard gets killed. I still think letting my canines rip him limb from limb is better."

     Bulma chuckled and replied, "Well, we can bring his body back here and let the dogs eat him for dinner. I'm sure Tora, Kira, Gemini, Oni, and Musha would enjoy that. I'm not so sure about Shan, though. She doesn't seem like an evil dog."

     Shan, was a beautiful grey, tan, and white coated keeshond. This was the most friendliest out of Vegeta's dogs and the more quiet one too. She never really barked at strangers like the other five dogs and just liked to be in the company of people and adored affection. This is why Vegeta sometimes called her 'Kinshou Tenshi' which meant 'Little Angel.'

       Vegeta made a slight 'hmph' sound and then took the time to reply, "She is my little angel, so I don't imagine that she'd do anything like that. So, you're right for once, Onna." He snapped the last part, a little aggrivated, since he was getting impatient.

       Bulma glared at Vegeta for a few minutes, trying to melt his fiery orbs with the ice held in her oceanic blue orbs. "You're such a grouch, Vegeta. Now you're gonna have to catch me if you want me that badly. I'll meet ya outside, Vegeta. Don't disappoint me." She rushed outside to be greeted by Tora and Kira.

     Vegeta sat smirking for a moment before saying to himself, "Oh, I'll catch you alright, Onna. I will catch you. At last, You'll finally be mine." The clever and quick serial killer headed outside to catch his prey.

A Moment Of Fun

      Bulma was truely a genius. She had this all planned out. She had run all over the place leaving her scent everywhere. She had the dogs stationed at every turn, as traps. Even though she knew they were devoted to Vegeta, they wouldn't resist a chance to play attack their master. She heard the pattern of large wings in the distance and figured it had to be him. Now all she had to do was to continue hiding in this cave, and wait for Vegeta.

      Vegeta laughed knowing the woman was oblivious to the fact that he was hot on her trail, or atleast he thought he was. He was flying above the desolate forest surrounding his hideout. How was he flying? Simple, it was a part of his heritage. His wings did merely nothing but give him a little more support. He had achieved his wings during a radioactive vampire bat experiment. (A/N: Sounds like spiderman, ne?) He was a part of the Saiya-jin race. A race consisting of powerful warriors and ruthless killers. Not to mention there were many more details to this race. They seemed human enough, despite their tails. When a full moon appeared they could transform into giant apes and cause destruction. They also had another transformation. A Super Saiya-jin. Their appearance changed and their power levels increased, dramatically.

      Back on Vegeta-sei, or the Saiya-jin planet, he was the Prince of all Saiya-jins. It was a shame that an idiot lizard had to go and destroy it. Vegeta had sworn his vengeance on Frieza, a powerful, ruthless lizard with an ambition to kill. Vegeta's attention turned back to the blue-haired wonder's scent. He'd went down a path only to find a playful Tora snarling at him. 'Damn that little wench. She tricked me!!' He growled to himself amongst his thoughts.

      It seemed to go on like this for two hours. He'd finally come to cave and swooped down silently only to find the onna hiding. He smirked and silently lurked into the cave and grabbed Bulma. He had one strong arm wrapped around her waist and his other hand was covering her mouth.

      Bulma wanted to let out a shriek and call Vegeta's name as she was struggling to get away from the beast who had grabbed her. Hopefully, whoever was holding her wouldn't do any serious damage to her.

      Vegeta chuckled into her ear, "What's wrong, pet? Afraid I might hurt you?" He let go of her mouth getting ready for all the obscenities that she would unleash on him. His lips touched her neck and he instantly smirked against it. What was this? The woman shivered against his gentle touch. It was almost amusing. Although, he got caught up thinking about how she would make the perfect mate.

      Bulma let out a growl as the bastard uncovered her mouth. She shivered lightly as he pressed his lips against her neck and smirked. She was sure this wouldn't go unnoticed by Vegeta. He seemed to catch on to everything she did. "You Jerk! Do you have any idea how much you scared the shit out of me?!?! I demand you let me go right now! You caught me fair and square, so just put me down!!"

      Vegeta complied and put her down gently on the ground. He chuckled lightly and walked off a bit and sensed the woman following him. He walked 'til he was at the entrance of the cave and then turned around and grabbed the woman and threw her over his shoulder. He laughed as her fists pounded on his back, as if to command to let her down. "A meaningless effort," he chimed and then flew off to his hideout.

At The Station

      Piccolo noticed the uneasy silence between Jun'ai and him. Usually when they came back from an assignment, she'd be laughing and giggling and calling him all sorts of names, and he'd just chuckle at her childish behavior. It wasn't like that, today, and it kind of bothered him to think he may never see that side of Jun'ai again.

      Jun'ai was still trying to recover from her encounter, but eventually as they neared their office, she lightened up a bit. "C'mon you green giant. You need to be jolly again! You know, you look sick. Or wait, is that your natural color?" She giggled to herself in deep spirit again. She figured she shouldn't dwell on the past, since it was done and over with and there was nothing she could do about it.

      Piccolo shot her a glare and said, "That wasn't funny, dyke." He knew that this one should get her going. Somehow, even when she was in a down state, it seemed she could make the best of it.

      She stopped and watched him stop a few paces ahead of her. "Like Oh my god!," she said in an annoying prep-like voice. "You jus' did not go there, girlfrieeeen'" She couldn't help but break out in laughter a few moments after, while at the same time, waiting to see what Piccolo would respond with.

      Piccolo chuckled and replied, "Like oh my god," he said in the same mock-tone as Jun'ai's, "I think, I just did!" It was so great to see the old Jun'ai again. He almost thought that she was gone forever, but, as always, his calculations were wrong, which was pretty usual for him. It was sad, really. He always seemed to come up with wrong answers, rather than the right answers. Jun'ai made fun of him for it, too. Although, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Vegeta's Hide-away

WARNING: LEMON AHEAD

      Vegeta carried Bulma back into the house and went upstairs to his room and threw her down on the bed. He got on the bed and pressed himself on top of her, trapping her beneath him.

      Bulma used all her strength to flip him over onto his back, and she was successful at it. She smirked at the surprised look on the Saiya-jin no Ouji's face. She skillfully removed Vegeta's olive green jacket, and his loose black t-shirt. She was aiming for his pants until she was flipped over again.

      Vegeta chuckled and seductively whispered into her ear, "Only fools tread where angels would never dare." He removed her denim summer dress and her undergarments. His onyx eyes traveled over her glorious naked body. He marveled at how much she resembled a goddess. His eyes returned to glance into her shining oceanic sapphire eyes which were full of lust, and another emotion that he couldn't identify.

     Bulma watched him remove all her clothes and waited until he was finished to reply. A smirk spread across her beautiful visage and she replied in the same seductive tone, "I'm certainly not an angel, so I must be a fool."

     Vegeta had to smirk at her comment, also. The Saiya-jin no Ouji crushed his lips against hers, capturing her in a bruising and yet passionate kiss. His tongue licked her swollen lips, begging for the entrance that was denied to him for so long. He had always wanted to kiss the onna, ever since the first day he met her. To finally have the oppertunity was like heaven to him.

      After a few moments Bulma had given in and Vegeta had entered her mouth. His own tongue struggling in a battle for dominance. He soon became annoyed from the battle and released her mouth. His tongue gently massaged one side of her neck before moving down and gliding across her breast to her freshly hardened nub. The pink muscle flicked the little nub a few times and the same ministrations were repeated on her other side.

     This was only the beginning of it and Bulma was already moaning and writhing beneath him in pleasure. What surprised the blue haired goddess was how gentle this beast was. She had first thought he would be really rough and not care if he was hurting her or not. It seemed that even she could be wrong about a ruthless killer who showed no mercy.

      His tongue continued to travel down her body, leaving a trail of fire to dance upon her sensitive, silky flesh. He stopped and removed his pink muscle from her body and then replaced it with his fingers. His fingers trailed through her aqua curls and were inserted into her opening.

     Bulma felt as if there were fire dancing on her body. Each burning sensation caused her to moan louder. The friction between her walls and his fingers was intensely passionate. She was about to climax until it stopped.

     Vegeta stopped for the moment to remove his pants and instantly replaced his fingers with his hardened member. He waited a moment for her to adjust to his size, before giving gentle thrusts.

      Bulma was sensitive, but not this sensitive. She mumbled out, "Faster, Vegeta." She moaned in delight as Vegeta picked up the pace and began to slam wildly into her body, and after each moan, she screamed his name. Each vicious thrust was bringing her closer to her climax. She was finally brought to her release, and as she did so, a shrill scream of Vegeta's name was released.

     Vegeta couldn't control himself anymore and his seed went spilling into her. His fangs sunk into her neck, marking her as his own. The saiya-jin collasped on top of her, breathless. After he caught his breath, a smirk was painted on his beautiful visage as he stared into her endless oceanic eyes.

      Bulma felt herself lost in his onyx pools. Something about Yamcha reminded her of what they needed to do. She pushed Vegeta off and got on her denim summer dress and her undergarments. She quickly slipped on her beige flipflop sandals and fixed her headband.

      Vegeta got on his own clothes, and a new addition. His bladed glove. The sleeves of his olive green jacket covered it well. He was more then ready to kill the baka. Especially when he had finally claimed his firey tempered vixen. He uttered two words ''Let's go.''

     As they left Vegeta's hideout, they both had exactly one thought on their minds. That thought was, 'At last. You are mine.'

Captured!

      Bulma had just called Yamcha to meet her at the carnival. Vegeta had offered a ride, or in this case, a fly to the carnival. It didn't take them long to get there. Vegeta went to go hide in the fun house until Yamcha and Bulma got there.

       Bulma's aquamarine pools searched for Yamcha. Suddenly, she heard a very familiar voice, and then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to come face to face with .. Yamcha. "Hey Yamcha! I've been looking all over for you!" was how she greeted him.

     Yamcha smiled and snaked his arm around her waist. He had something up his sleeve but he wouldn't let Bulma know until he found a certain.. someone. He'd seen Vegeta and Bulma together that afternoon outside the park. He was sure that they'd run off to plan a way to get rid of him. The skies were dark, which was perfect. He replied, "Well, now that you found me, what do you want to do?"

       A wicked smirk painted it's way onto her lips, but it quickly changed into a genuine smile. She cringed slightly when she felt his arm snake it's way around her waist. Although, that fake smile remained. Her response was, "Let's go through the fun house!" Everything was going as planned, as of right now.

     The 'couple' got tickets and then made their way towards the Fun House. They gave the guy tickets and entered. Bulma had suggested Yamcha go the other way around. The way she wanted to go was where Vegeta was waiting. Yamcha told Bulma he wanted to go the way that she was going to go, and he won. Everything was going as he planned, but not as she planned.

      Yamcha finally reached the bridge where Vegeta was waiting. The killer seemed to be in deep thought and not paying attention to his surroundings. There was an assembly of officers waiting outside for him to return with Vegeta. A smile crossed his features as he thought of the promotion he could get for this. The sergeant quietly inched his way towards the killer. Thick handcuffs were placed on his wrists in a snap. "Your reign of terror has ended."

     Vegeta was shocked when he felt something cold and metal placed around his wrists. He turned around quick to see Bulma's stupid boyfriend standing behind him. A growl emitted from the depths of his throat. The Onna. The serial killer thought that the blue-haired wench had betrayed him all along. Onyx pools caught sight of the beauty making her way across the bridge towards him now. "Onna!" he snapped.

      Bulma got to the scene just in time. "Yamcha! Let him go!" She ran over and tried to beat Yamcha off of him, but it didn't work. Tears started to roll down her visage. "Vegeta. I'm so sorry. I didn't know this was going to happen. Please.. forgive me." The feeling of betrayal was arising within her gut again. This was the second time she felt as if she had betrayed him.

      Vegeta growled at the woman before him. "I trusted you, pet. I already gave you your second chance. When I get out of this whole situation, I am going to kill you." His anger was clouding his senses. Now, he had a reason to go on a mass killing spree when he got out of this mess.

     Yamcha shoved Vegeta infront of him and walked out of the Fun House. Bulma was following behind him. Yamcha shoved Vegeta in Squad Three's car, and then he pushed Bulma into Squad Eight's car. Those were the only two cop cars there, but there were officers of different squads in each one. In Squad Three's car, was Krillin, Chichi, and a few other people. In Squad Eight's car was Goku, Yamcha, Juuhachi, and Juunana. Bulma sat crying the rest of the way to the station. She was way too upset to do anything else.

At The Station

     Goku was pushing Vegeta along. After a couple of shoves, here and there, the Saiya-jin Prince finally snapped at the pathetic officer, "I don't need you pushing me. I can walk, you know." The taller, saiya-jin officer replied, "I don't trust you enough. Now, keep walking." Vegeta muttered something under his breath.

     Meanwhile, Bulma was yelling and cussing at Yamcha behind Goku and Vegeta. "How long were you planning this one, you asshole?" Yamcha narrowed his eyes at her and replied, "Since this afternoon when I saw you guys outside the park." Bulma growled and snapped, "Well it's your fault! If you didn't cheat on me..." She was quickly interrupted by the Sergeant. "Oh, don't give me that bullshit! You've been spending a lot of time with this asshole. You've probably been cheating on me, too. So, we're equal." That drew the line right there. "Yamcha! I've been nothing less than loyal to you, until this afternoon! I can't help it if Vegeta is my friend! Okay? Why don't you go crawl in a hole and die somewhere, like you should have in the first place! I fucking hate you. Don't you ever speak to me again, asshole!" That being said, she stormed off down the hall towards her father's office to cry. She hated life, and Yamcha.

      Vegeta and Goku had to listen to the arguement the two had. The Prince's expression softened as he realized Bulma had been telling the truth. So, she wasn't planning it, and here he had been thinking it was a big setup. He grit his teeth as a feeling of guilt washed over him. If only Goku would let go of his wrists so he could break the handcuffs.

The Commander's Office

      Bulma sobbed and complained to her father. "I hate being the daughter of a cop. I hate having to walk these god forsaken halls everyday. Nobody realizes how hard my life is." She knew her father didn't like the idea of her and Vegeta spending time together. That's exactly why she came into his office to sob and complain, because she knew that he didn't like it, one bit. Also, because she wanted to make her point, and get him to leave her alone and let her live her life.

      Commander Briefs rolled his eyes and replied, "Bulma, you are only eighteen years old. I'm watching out for you. I don't feel like losing my only child at such a young age. Besides, you have a nice boyfriend who looks out for you, as well."

      That bursted her bubble. "BOYFRIEND?! You call that a boyfriend?! Hah! He's more like a dirty pig who sleeps around with other sluts. That's not a boyfriend. OH, let's make that a dirty jealous pig! Oh well, fuck him. I don't need him, and I don't need you, either. You should all just let me live my life. I'm eighteen years old! I'm an adult now! Now stop treating me like i'm three years old!" Her fingers embraced the golden knob of the door and as quick as it was opened, it was slammed shut.

The Hallway

     Bulma stormed down the hallway of the finely decorated headquarters. God, she was in such a bad mood, not much more could make it worse. She slowed her pace when she turned the corner. Beautiful aquamarine gems scanned the area. In the distance, she could see Vegeta, Yamcha, Goku, and Piccolo walking down the hall towards the prison cells. She walked at a steady pace down the hallway.

     Yamcha spotted a rush of aquamarine and denim coming towards them. He grunted slightly because he immediately knew it was Bulma. He opened his mouth to speak when he heard a quick feminine "Go Fuck Yourself." Well, forget trying to say anything to her.

       Vegeta sighed, wishing he could break these damn confinements. He felt guilty for instantly blaming Bulma. He'd never felt this emotion before, he didn't know why he was feeling it now. In a way, the vixen had changed him. He could now feel emotions he'd never bothered to feel before. Oh, he had lots of plans when he got out of these handcuffs, or when he got out from behind bars. One thought invaded his mind when he was thrown and locked in the cell. 'Don't worry, Bulma. I'm coming to comfort you.'

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