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The Silence of the Monkeys	By : MzD Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 3535 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 43
Time to run
It was hard for Bulma to sleep after her visit to Vegeta's old cell. The night brought the shadows and with it her memory of the past. She slept half awake, half dreaming as every thought came to she tried to avoid as she knew the nightmares it would bring.
Any reflections of Vegeta, she veered from but it ended up taking her to another bad memory, the night she ran away from her uncle's. The animals in cages had been shaking their containers and screaming as she passed through the laboratory. Wires and machine parts hung above some of them while others still alive and in agony had part of their skin flayed with electrodes on the exposed parts analysing their life readings. She knew just from looking what each scientific equipment did, they were more used for cars than animals.
One monkey had been silent in its cage, curled up in the corner trembling with shaved fur and chemical burns. She remembered taking him out, but the frightened monkey ended up biting her till she wrapped it into a blanket and she took him with her as she'd escaped.
She didn't want to be reminded of that night and she shook herself to think of something else. She could only run as scene after scene of meeting Vegeta flashed before her. She sped past her silent shadow standing before the cage with Vegeta talking to her. She broke through the wall and was back again in the asylum, this time she got too close and he pulled out a hair. As she stared into his cold black eyes, she broke away, 'got to run faster!' She ran away from the memory and she caught something.
The monkey was back in her arms screaming and trying to bite her. Bulma backed away and continued to run on leaving the pitiful screams echoing behind her. She changed into a nurse's uniform running into the temporary prison. The faceless guards were bloody and skinless and Vegeta stood in the centre of the massacre looking at her. She paused for a moment wondering where this was from, a memory of a still photograph?
"Don't give up on your dreams." Vegeta taunted. She fell back the small lab monkey leapt into her arms as she collapsed in the woods outside her Uncle's house. A glitter of green caught her eye.
'My radar...' The Dragonball radar she had invented was falling slowly out of hand. The monkey wriggled and lashed out again. Her hand tried to bat him away but he nimbly avoided her but he hit the radar smashing it into a tree. The glass shattered and her last ounce of patience with it. She punched the monkey hard screaming out. It lay limp on the forest floor her flashlight shone down onto the pieces of broken radar and unconscious animal.
"This was the moment..." Bulma said.
"To be honest, you could have kept hitting the little ingrate." Vegeta spat standing next to her.
Bulma turned her eyes filled with tears. "Why are you here?"
"I'm only an extension of your fears." He answered and Bulma could only nod as she recalled her moment of final resignation.
"I left it there in pieces, let the stupid monkey too and I kept running. No more science, or mystical balls, just vengeance." She explained a uncertain feeling told her Vegeta really shouldn't be in the forest with her teenage self covered in mud and her runaway backpack; but something made her accept it as part of this nightmare she was having. She had forgotten how angry she had been with the feral animal. She couldn't save it but it ruined her plans.
She couldn't find the Dragonballs to grant her new wish without a radar. She wasn't going to fix it neither. Bulma knew this was where she decided to give up on the Dragonballs search and science by joining the training for the newly formed FBI. She knew in the backpack was the letter sent by Piccolo as an invitation for her to enter the training program. It was her ticket to escape her uncle's.
The radar lay under the tree in a shallow grave a symbol of her conviction to bury her past. Bulma could only watch as she saw her younger self scar the tree, RIP. As a teenage Bulma knew how overly dramatic she could be. Her teen self that had separated from her consciousness disappearing into the darkness.
She stared at the shadow that was now a vague memory of Vegeta and as she wondered why he was so clear her eyes became blinded by the light from the moon.
She was back in her bedroom upside down and on the floor. The curtains wide open as the large moon shone down. She twisted herself out of her entanglement and opened the window to breath in the cool air. She could sense herself urging on to run away from here. It was the same feeling had back at her Uncle's.
'I'm an adult now, I need to do this properly.' She switched on her laptop and made sure she had written up all her reports. All that remained was the evidence in West City and whatever else was held by Dr Gero. She boxed up the files and recordings of Vegeta and addressed it to headquarters.
Her shuffling around was heard by Viola who knocked and walked in.
"What's all this?" She asked pointing at the parcels and half packed bag.
"We're leaving. If you're not then I am."
"What brought this on?" Viola continued to question her. "We have to investigate the leftover evidence."
"I've done it, all that's left is to finish collecting whatever's at Head quarters."
"Does Piccolo know?"
"He will by the time he's received my message." Bulma said plainly.
"Agent Briefs, you can't just ignore orders and decide when to move to the next assignment!"
"Agent Viola, I respect your opinion but I'm the main investigator. I need your support to go to West City as you're still my bodyguard. However, you must understand we're only able to do so much."
"Director Piccolo didn't say it like that." Viola said unsure. "Can't we wait for the green light from our Chief."
"We have till dawn." Bulma said firmly. "I have a pilot's license, I can leave whenever."
"You don't want it to go the hard way." Viola said just as firmly and stormed out of the room.
Bulma breathed out and felt some relief. She hadn't meant to confront or agitate her. However she had to get her point across. She was slightly proud of herself for not exploding with her temper. She wanted some form of control and she felt it was within her grasp.
000
In the slums of Central City Vegeta peered over his ill-gotten gains. There was enough things to pawn for money once he was outside and he had the high voltage battery he needed. He picked it up and slotted it into his tazer. It was one he had stolen from another alien who had no use for it. Especially when he was dead.
All these items couldn't be taken the way he had come in by the river. They needed to stay dry. He had sought out a weak spot in the fence but it would be a total gamble. He had to even the odds. He snapped the tazer battery into position and gave it a quick buzz.
His hand tingled slightly from the energy. 'Interesting, the electrical current gives me a boost.' It wasn't the same as a live high powered foe but it gave enough to let him feel the strength in his muscles return.
'An added bonus, it seems.'
He went down to the guard tower that he had chosen as his escape route. The main guard was weaker than the others. His main role appeared to be as a watchman over the low level slums. Section 9 of Central City was on the edge but the refugees held here were the least able to break out. The refugees of any high class or value were near the core and it layered out all round till it finally came to the final one, 9. Vegeta had been able to stay undetected for almost a week in this area but his recent kill would be noticed and a full on search would ensue.
The stolen items he'd obtained would be easily found or traced to him and his fake ID card would also be revealed. It was time to leave. He secured his backpack and slid his hidden weapon under his sleeve.
As he approached the tower he moved to the security's camera blind spot and into a hollowed out hiding hole he'd prepared. There was a regular patrol and after 30 minutes of patient waiting, his target came near.
Guard X was walking his routine path. The blind spot was where his usual smoking break occurred. Vegeta tensed and lay in wait ready to strike. He wore the body armour and helmet with built in power scanner. A basic uniform that mostly gave protection from a direct attack. He stood looking around for any other person that would see him. The Guard's low power signal got nearer and Vegeta peered out from his hiding spot. The guard as expected had his back to him and a trail of tobacco smoke. It was time.
He pounced like a tiger the tazer going into the neck a direct skin contact point. He also placed his hand on his arm draining the spiking energy and instantly dissipating it. He was dead within a minute. The alien technology tazer was a deadly voltage to most humans. Vegeta dragged the body into the hiding hole he had prepared for the attack. The junk in the slums made it easy to hide small burrows and stashes. He stripped the guard of his uniform and changed quickly. It was a little tight around the chest but the height was perfect. The shrimp, guard... Dango... Interesting name. He adjusted the name tag for the next half an hour he would be Dango.
He took the backpack and stood in the camera view as if inspecting it. He tapped in a code in the belt he had watched the guards do before. The contraband was reported and he took it back to the tower for confiscation.
The radio beeped into alert and he replied while coughing. "Koff...koff, just found contraband, no... Koff, sign of citizens. Over."
"Roger, confirmation received. Take care of that cold Dango or how about quitting smoking, over."
"Roger, very funny, out."
The radio fell silent, he had maybe an hour before a team would come to pick up the contraband. They were like any army, full of regulation and routine. A full week of observation had been all Vegeta needed to understand how they operated.
It was plenty of time to make his way out. He walked up to the tower and used the key card to enter. Going up to the top of the observation area he could finally fully survey the dump they called Central City. The contained aliens were called citizens but they were refugees and prisoners.
He slotted the card into the reader and sat down at the desk. The cameras were all over section 9. A smaller monitor on the back wall showed the front entrance of the city and a few other key points. It all seemed quiet but Mayor Batta would be found soon and they would definitely lock all the 'citizens' up till they found the killer.
He moved some of the security cameras around the outside of the tower. It was as he expected a less secure area. It had rough terrain but nothing his training in the North City mountains hadn't prepared him for. He memorized the path he wanted to take outside the barrier and motioned the cameras to be stationary in a different place.
He dumped a fake bag full of junk that he had reconsidered as worthless items he had taken from Batta's house. It would do as another diversion. He knew that it wouldn't be long now till the body was discovered. A flashing light on section 2 let him know that time was now.
Vegeta threw a sheet over himself to act as a cloak and ran out of the balcony. He leapt over the fence digging the wall with his knife, it slowed his descent so he could jump clear of the fence and he crouched down to slowly walk through the hologram barrier.
His sensitive ears could pick up the radio screaming.
"Code 1! All men report in!"
'Looks like my work of art has been found.' He thought slipping unseen through the barrier.
In District 2 there was chaos as the guards had burst into their employer's room but unaware of what it would cause. The elastic rope snapped and a spray of blood, exoskeleton and organs splattered the room. The sleeping guard was kicked to wake him up but it set off the trap explosive and the whole second floor was instantly on fire and missing walls. The people close by screamed out in shock and began running away in panic.
"Code 1, now upgraded to lockdown." A Chief guard barked into the comm. He swore under his breath as a part of the Mayor's house collapsed and sirens began to blare all around. The citizens that were uninjured hid in their homes while the bleeding were rounded up into the square. The explosion hadn't been that big but because it was on the second floor the falling shrapnel and debris had caused a lot of damage.
The Captain Commander arrived on his air bike and ran to his Section 2 Chief who was still staring at the destruction.
"Chief Karage, give me an update!" Captain Bora panted. He glanced to the house and listened as his subordinate gave him the basic facts about their initial investigation.
"Who alerted you to there being an intruder in the Mayor's house?" He asked.
"It was a bodyguard, the skylight was wide open and some items were missing." The section Chief explained. "He found Mayor Batta dead in the bedroom and he was reporting about it when the explosion occurred. I think he's dead as well as the another bodyguard and a few citizens that were near the area of the explosion. I have no idea how it all blew up!"
"Order the clean up crew on the double and keep the citizens on lockdown till an FBI investigation team can arrive. We need to find whoever did this!" Captain Bora ordered. "This is the worst incident since the Garlik and that was last week, what the heck is going on?"
"I've no idea Sir." Karage answered. "Other sectors have reported citizens missing and unaccounted for."
"We could have a saboteur or some kind of resistance." Bora said calmly. "Gather any witnesses and prepare for the FBI to be asking a lot of annoying questions."
"Sir!" the Chief saluted and went back to the surveillance facility to follow out his orders and summon all the other section Chiefs. The sirens continued to blare and random screams could be heard in the distance.
The chaos seemed endless but outside the city limits in the barren charred wasteland a small figure quietly disappeared into the deep forests.
000
Assistant Chief Director Piccolo wasn't expecting the wake up he got. At first it was his usual full inbox to work through but he noticed one from Agent Briefs that woke him up. Before he could even process it he received a call from Agent Viola about Bulma's sudden change in attitude. He tried calming her down and said he would speak to her soon. It wasn't long after that he got another call but from the home security force in Central City.
"Sorry to disturb you so early Director but we have a code 1 in Section 2 of Central City. A high ranking citizen has been killed along with 2 of his bodyguards. There were also some casualties caused by the explosion."
"What... So not just a murder but an act of terrorism?"
"It's the first time anything like this has happened, Captain Commander Bora requests an investigation asap."
"Understood, I will contact you again when I have sent them over."
There was no time to really think about what Bulma had requested, if Viola went with her then there was no reason to not go to West City. He re-read her message again and added a warning that she was not allowed to contact Dr Gero. He was a person of interest but he wasn't letting her get into any more trouble.
'I need to uphold my promise to your father after all.' He thought.
He was in his office within 30 minutes and organising the incident team.
"Force 2 squad, I need you Special Agent Yamcha and Special Agent Beri to form a 4 member team and head to Central City." He told them over video phone. "North City clean up will be left to the rest of your squad."
A sleepy looking Beri simply nodded while Yamcha answered with a "Yes, Sir."
Beri gave him a sideways glance and whispered something under her breath.
"All citizens of Central City are Alien refugees and may be immune to any psychic scans. You must ensure you have a Force 3 Investigator as well in your team."
"What about Agent Briefs?" Yamcha asked his cheeks a little red at the mention of her name.
Beri stifled her snigger but stayed quiet.
"Agent Briefs is still on probation and only on non urgent information gathering mission with Agent Viola." Piccolo explained without pushing why he specifically asked for her. "I'll send a few recommendations of Force 3 members and chose from that. Give me your team members names within 1 hour and be ready to move out to the refugee camp in Central City."
"Why haven't you blown up that disgusting place yet?"Beri tutted in a badly attempt at a mutter.
"No comment Agent, be back to me by 9am."
The monitor blinked to the hang up screen and Piccolo made his preparations. There was one last thing to do, he had to inform his father who was currently on the Space Station.
He knew it was urgent but he decided breakfast would be first and a certain phone call.
"Agent Viola?"
"Sir, you need to do something... The plan!"
"It's fine. You can keep to the plan just don't let her anywhere near Dr Gero and contact me on all developments."
"Understood Sir, I need to report that she still doesn't sleep well. What did that psychic do to her?" Viola asked.
"It's only a side effect of this type of intrusive mental scan. Plus the additional factor of being in the same place as some previous trauma. She should be fine, but you need to watch her. Letting her change the environment might be for the best."
"If you say so, Sir." Viola said in weak compliance. "Should I continue as I were?"
"Agent Briefs is in charge of the investigation but you're in charge of her well being. Nothing has changed. Your original briefing remains, instead of the Asylum you need to keep her in the Headquarters now."
"Understood."
Piccolo sighed, he really needed his breakfast water and meditation. The stress of following the procedure was becoming a chore. Plus he couldn't stop a terrible nagging feeling about Central City. They had taken every precaution to make sure all dangerous aliens weren't on Earth or if they have any power to be contained and observed in the Refugee Camp. He had to chose a good investigator for the task, another thing he could add to his meditation.
It was going to be a long day ahead.
000
Author's Note: I kind of liked the parallel in this chapter, Bulma escaping from the asylum in a nice orderly way and Vegeta just causing pure chaos. I hope the dream sequence with Bulma wasn't too disorientating but she was moving from one bad memory to another. We got to see the moment she described quite a few chapters back about her running away from her uncle's and that's what triggered her own will to just pack up and go to her next goal. She's got more Dragonball clues to find and the best place she knows will be the FBI HQ.
Next chapter we might see more details of Yamacha's mission with Beri just to fill in the gaps left and we'll find out where Vegeta plans to go next.
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