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Summary: Vegeta owes money and supplies to an underground weaponry. In turn, the weaponry hires a beautiful blue-haired assassin to take Vegeta out. Vegeta, in a last ditch effort, drags Krillin, Gohan, and Goku into the scene. The assassin then drags her bounty hunter associates, 18, Videl and Chi-Chi into the picture. (You just think about the couples...)
Important Information: As aforementioned, this is an A/U, so there are a few changes. The time period doesn't matter at the current time, but no one's together. Now, I bet you're wondering how this is also a Gohan/Videl fic, correct? Thought so. Well, pretend Gohan is only Goku's son and not Chi-Chi's. Yes it's silly, but there are not enough G/V fics out there, in my opinion. Gohan's mother had previously died. Oh and, Gohan is 19 as well as Videl. Keep in mind, this is a prologue. Whoops, forgot to say; everyone's human. There are no super powers involved. The normal martial artists are still martial artists, however.
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Prologue
"What do you mean I owe you one billion dollars?!" Vegeta bellowed at his aggressors.
"And another million in weapons and biological warfare," the gruff voice of Piccolo replied. He was a lackey for Yamcha, the man who runs the underground weaponry "Rat-Pack". Piccolo's partner, Tien, kept a stern watch on Vegeta. He was almost daring him to make an attempt at escape.
"Well, if I owe so much money, then why doesn't the 'Great Yamcha' come see me in person?" he smirked. "I see, he's still sending his little lap dogs out to do his dirty work, ne?"
"Shut the fuck up, Vegeta. We're just the messengers. You'll have his money and supplies in exactly one week. You will meet the Rat-Pack at Grand Station Park at exactly midnight. The statue of Mr. Satan. If you are even one second late, or don't show; we'll kill you," before Vegeta could dodge, Piccolo had delivered a swift punch to his gut as a reminder. "And I assure you, Vegeta, we'll kill you slowly."
The two men walked away, leaving Vegeta doubled over on the sidewalk. What the hell was he supposed to do now? There was no way he could get a billion dollars together--let alone the weapons!
"Shit!" he cursed. He picked himself off of the ground. The short man wondered around the Grand Station Park, which is, coincidently, where his run-in occurred. Finding nothing better to do, he entered a local bar that was run by his two friends.
Well, Goku Son (a tall good natured man) was his friend. Krillin, his partner, was an annoying bald runt as far as Vegeta was concerned. Then there was Gohan. In his opinion, Gohan was a tolerable black-haired teenager.
The bar's business was normally quite good, but tonight it was fairly barren. Even most of the regulars were gone.
"Hey, Vegeta!" Goku called out while cleaning an old mug.
"Kakarot," Vegeta said with a nod. Kakarot was what Vegeta called Goku. To everyone else, it seemed strange, but it was the turn out of a long standing inside joke. Goku and Vegeta always figured that it kind of, well, stuck.
"Whatcha up to?" he grinned a goofy grin that had been dubbed his trademark.
"Trying to survive," Vegeta muttered. He took a seat at the bar as Krillin and Goku's son, Gohan, came out from the back.
"Oh, hello Vegeta," Gohan said politely. The poor boy became sort of a geek after his mother died. Vegeta simply nodded in acknowledgment.
"Hey Vegeta, why'd you say you were trying to survive?" Goku inquired with a puzzled look on his face. He was quite the simple one; an excellent fighter, nonetheless. Vegeta found the brain capacity difference between father and son to be humorous.
Krillin slid him a Budweiser. "I owe the Rat-Pack a billion dollars..."
"Nani?! How is that even possible, Vegeta?" Krillin exclaimed. Vegeta cast him a dark glare.
"...and another million," he took a swig of his drink, "in weapons and biological shit."
"Gosh Vegeta, that's some serious crap you're in!" Gohan piped in.
"Aren't you quick?" he sneered. "It's possible, Short-Stuff, because I was making a delivery, and it went sour. It was a total setup! The only reason I actually lived through the damned ordeal was the fact that the truck was bullet proof! It was either get killed by them or killed by the Rat-Pack; so, I distributed the money into several bank accounts and sold most of the weapons on the black market. The biological shit they had...well, the government got an anonymous tip, so to speak. I think they destroyed it or something. Either way it's unrecoverable."
"Wow! I dunno what's more surprising; the fact that Yamcha hasn't tracked down and killed you yet, or the fact that you actually did a good deed with the biological stuff!" Krillin quipped. Vegeta downed his drink and swirled the remaining foam around the cup.
"I dunno what's more surprising; the fact that I haven't kicked your ass yet, or the fact that I haven't made you eat your words," he said without real venom. He was dead in a week, so what'd be the point of getting back at Baldy?
"Do you need any help, Vegeta?" Goku butted in with his good hearted nature.
"I don't want your help, but you've already helped me, Kakarot."
"Huh? How's that?"
"Well...some of those bank accounts happened to be," he paused to clear his throat, "your's, Baldy's, and the brat's."
"WHAT?!?!" the three men yelled in unison, startling one of the drunk regulars out of his slumber.
"Huhn? What's with-the yellin' Gokin?" asked the drunk.
"Uhh...nothing, Greg...Go back to sleep?" Goku said through a sweatdrop.
"Alrigh then..." the man passed out again. The others stared for a moment before shaking their heads and moving on.
Vegeta rapped his fingertips on the bar's countertop. "I had no where else to put it without it looking suspicious."
"Vegeta! You could have at least ASKED first!" Goku exclaimed.
He shrugged, "Oh well. I'm dead in a week, so you should be thankful that you'll be getting any cash at all." Gohan was quite angry to be involved in such horrid actions, but Vegeta's nonchalant demeanor was odd.
"So that's it? You're going to just let them kill you?" Gohan burst angrily. Vegeta had always had such a tough look on life, so this melancholy disposer was, quite frankly, scaring him.
He raised an eyebrow at Gohan. "I don't see why you care, Kid."
"You've always been tough jerk, Vegeta! Why stop now?! You've NEVER turned down a challenge, but you're just gonna give in to a person like YAMCHA?!" Gohan chastised him.
"Yeah, Vegeta! I've known you forever and this isn't like you at all!" Goku joined in with his son.
"Yep, I have to say I agree. You've always been a pain in the ass, why stop now?" Krillin took his chance to jump in.
Vegeta sneered at them. "You're all a bunch of morons! But after you're little rants, you're all now officially involved! You can die right along side me! You should feel honored."
The others sweatdropped as Vegeta laughed.
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A/N: Well, that's done. I have the habit of writing long prologues... -_-' I'm debating whether or not to continue... Now, I was planning on waiting until I've finished the whole fic to post, but I want to know if I should even continue! *I know I have the worst habit of taking forever on fics, but if this one goes well; I'll try keep off of my lazy ass*