Edited and all that Jazz!

Disclaimer: Really, do I need to put this here? If I owned DBZ it would only be about the romance and action aspects...but Akira Toriyama owns it so I'm out of luck...darn...

'Thought'

Chapter 1: Intro into the Family...

The city streets were nearly black in the poorly lit downtown section of the large metropolis. Bulma looked around her, aqua hair flashing in the poor light from the lone street lamp she stood under. 'Damn it, where are they?' The they in question were supposed to pick her up an hour ago. The seventeen year old wrapped her jacket a little tighter around her black clad body; if one more person tried to stop and pick her up like some cheap hooker she'd kill them. Literally. She was wanted by the police for armed robbery, why not put murder on the list of offenses? She tightened her hold on the small messenger bag that held her laptop. A pair of headlights came into view down the narrow street.

The black Eclipse pulled in front of her and Chi-chi opened the door, "Hey, sorry, we got lost."

Bulma climbed into the back seat and looked at her apologetic best friend and her boy friend, "I told you the directions, they were simple. What were you two really doing?"

See could see Chi-chi's face from the rearview mirror, the ebony haired girls cheeks reddened considerably, "Uhh..."

Bulma cringed, "Ew, just don't tell me."

Goku smiled, "No problem, where are we off to tonight?"

Bulma leaned back into the seat," Club Moon to pick up Eighteen and Krillin, then off to a Mr. Kellens to rob his ass blind. Rumor has it he's got a black diamond the size of my fist."

Chi-chi turned around to look back at her, "Not bad. How'd you find out that lil' piece of information?"

"Hacking works wonders. Goku why are you being so quiet?"

He momentarily glanced at her through the rearview mirrior, "Guess who is out of boot camp?"

Chi-chi groaned.

She knew but she'd humor him anyway, "Who?"

"Vegeta."

Vegeta had been sent to boot camp last year after he got caught at the scene of a robbery. He was charged with assault and battery; what everyone didn't know was that he was caught saving her butt from a robbery she attempted solo. She shook her head, damn it, she should have taken the rap for that but he wouldn't let her. "So he's back. Will he be joining us this evening?"

"He's on parole; he has to stay out of trouble for at least a month."

"Like anybody cares, he's an arrogant idiot anyway, got himself caught." Chi-chi stated. The two had never got along.

"Well," Bulma said feeling slightly guilty, "He never let us down before, not to mention he was almost as good at tech support as I was, he was also one of our muscle guys. How do you think we pulled off so many heists in such a short time?"

"Your brains?"

"Ha ha, very funny. But for some reason I don't think that was it."

They pulled up in front of the club and Goku handed the valet the keys. From out on the street you could hear the music pulsating, tempting you to leave reality and come inside. The door man let them cut in line, the groan of the mile long line of waiting people could be heard over the music. Inside Justin Timberlake's 'Like I Love You' pulsed through the air waves.

"God, I hate this song." Bulma and Chi-chi chorused.

"I kinda like it." Goku said, beginning to sing along.

They looked at him simultaneously conveying their dislike of the song, through one very intimidating glare.

"Okay, okay, it's a bad song...but I still like it." he mumbled.

They walked further into the club. Having to yell to be heard over the loud music, Chi-chi asked, "Does anyone see 18 or Krillin?"

Bulma looked around, standing on her tip toes she still couldn't see above the crowd, and shook her head.

Goku looked over by the bar, "I found them!", he yelled.

They made their way over, pushing through the crowded dance floor. The tall dangerously blue eyed blonde was sitting next to a shorter guy with unruly black hair,"Eighteen! Krillin! Geeze, never thought we'd find you guys!'

"Yeah, well," Eighteen said in her usual monotone, "we were hoping you wouldn't find us."

"Well, we have the job to do Eighteen." Bulma said over the music.

"How much is it worth this time?"

"Five hundred million zenni."

Eighteen's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, "That's enough to last us the rest of out lives!"

"That's the point, after tonight, it's on to the straight and narrow for all of us."

Krillin pouted, "This is our last job?"

"Yeah, unless all of you want to go onto solo careers."

Everyone looked around and shook their head 'no'. They had gotten into robbery for the mafia when they were all thirteen to get away from life on the streets. This was their last job for them, then they'd all go into hiding. Nobody quit from the mob and lived to tell about it.

"Wow, that just seriously got depressing." Bulma said.

Chi-chi raised an eyebrow, "You brought it up."

"Well, I'm sorry I did. We've got three hours till we start, let's party."

"I refuse to dance." Eighteen said, "Krillin always steps on my feet, I'm sitting right here."

"Alright. Chi? Goku? Are you guys dancing?"

They were staring right behind her, "Guys? Hello?"

"What are you all, "she turned, Vegeta stood less than a foot away, "staring at?" she finished lamely.

Her mouth dropped, if she thought he was a deity before boot camp only made him more god like. Dressed in all black, like the rest of the group, from head to toe, he wore a short sleeved tight top that showed off his arms and abs and slightly baggy pants that over lapped his signature combat boots.

He smirked,"See something you like?"

"Hell no, just thought I saw a ghost." she smiled.

Goku and Krillin nodded, the three were good friends, they just didn't show it. Eighteen attempted a smile and Chi-chi openly glared.

"I thought you weren't going to be here." Goku asked.

"I wasn't. But then I heard about the job you were all assigned. What the hell are you all thinking? It'll get you killed."

"Why do care anyway, Vegeta, you're not going to be there, so don't worry about having to save our asses."

"Onna, I've saved your ass one too many times for comfort-"

"Give it up!" Eighteen shouted before Bulma had the chance to respond, "We're all doing it. It's our last job. Are you in or out?"

"I'm in."

"He's out!"

Vegeta turned to look at her," Shut up, onna. I can answer for my self. I'm in."

Goku looked shocked, "You can't be, what about your parole?"

He shrugged, "What they won't know won't hurt me."

Bulma grabbed Chi-chi's arm "We're going to dance, see you all at two."

Once they got to the middle of the dance floor Chi-chi spoke up, "What the hell was that about?"

"Nothing."

"Oh no, don't tell me nothing. He said he saved your ass, when did he do that with the rest of us knowing?"

"When I tried a solo, ok? That's why he went to boot camp; he took the rap for something I did."

Chi-chi's face went blank, "You tired a solo? And he saved your ass? Jesus! Do you have any idea how stupid that was?'

"Yeah, I know! That's why this is the last one. We pull this and we all go our separate ways, got it?"

"Yeah, got it."

They looked at each other somberly, 'Sorry' they both echoed. They laughed but it didn't reach their eyes, "Let's dance."

Vegeta's POV

He stood there looking after Bulma as she went onto the dance floor with Goku's bitch, Chi-chi. She had changed in the past year; she would have never worn the slightly sluttish mini with fishnets, boots and a lace up corset. Not that he didn't like it, it just wasn't her. Last year her brother got hit by the mafia for screwing up a job, Vegeta witnessed the whole act but was helpless to do anything about it. Her brother's last dying breath was an order to take care of Bulma, and he promised to do it no matter what. He'd been gone for the past year putting Krillin, Eighteen, and Goku looking out for her in his place, "What have I missed?"

"You want the whole story, or the edited-so-you'll-like-it-version?" Eighteen asked.

"Edited-so-I'll-like-it."

Krillin asked, "Are you sure? Because, really, either way, you won't like it. We might as well give you all the facts. The one's we know about at least-"

"Just tell me you idiots!"

"Ok," Goku said, "I'll tell it. We've been watching her ever since you left, she's never been anywhere without one of us. Until about two months ago, we lost track of her. We all took a little vacation, went to the beach and stuff, separately. She was missing for a week before we found her again. Rumor mill had it at the time she was with the boss's son, Yamcha. It was confirmed two weeks ago that they went to Capri for a little vacation. Ever since then, though, they haven't seen each other."

"She went with who?" Vegeta's voice was dangerously low.

"Yamcha." Eighteen answered. She knew he was going to be pissed. Or already was.

"How the hell did you all lose track of her, so that she could get away for a week?", if he didn't get some answers he was going to hurt one of them.

"We don't know, she was supposed to meet us at the beach, we had just finished a job and – I don't know- she just disappeared."

"The onna just does not disappear! What happened?"

"We don't know Vegeta! Ask her yourself!" Eighteen said, irritated. She didn't like making mistakes.

"Fine, damn it I will. Fuck, if you want something done right you might as well do it yourself!"

He disappeared in the crowd in search of Bulma.

Eighteen made sure he was gone before she spoke again, "Do we tell him we were knocked out, tied and found by Chi in the trunk of the Jeep? Or do we keep our mouths shut and live?"

Krillin gulped, "I vote for the self preservation."

"Me too." Goku said.

"Well, if he finds out, let's hope we are very, very far away from him." Eighteen picked up her water and drank from it, "Because if he does we are dead. I mean six feet under, I'm not joking, dead."

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