A little something I've noticed recently is that THERE ARE NO LEVERAGE AND DBZ CROSSOVERS. How? I'm not sure. Guess what, though. Go on, guess. There is now!

But in all seriousness, this has been floating around my computer and my head for a few months now, so feel free to read on, and don't forget to leave those reviews!

Elliot dropped from the pull-up bar, having finally broken a sweat after his third hour of exercise. Of course, he hadn't dropped because he had finally begun having to exert himself. He had been noticing a strange man in an orange jumpsuit on the weight machines staring at him for almost as long as he'd been here. He took a few minutes to glance back and was shocked to see the weight that the man was using. He was using a dumbbell weight of 200 pounds and not even grimacing at it. It fact, he was yawning, as if it didn't even affect him.

Feeling a bit grim about his situation if he were to be forced into a conflict, he quickly picked up his bag and briskly walked from the room. As he reentered the main hallway he checked his phone to ensure he had no messages from Leverage, but of course he did. A simple text from Nate telling him to get back to the bar ASAP.

Ten minutes later Elliot strolled through the door, greeted by Parker as she swung down from one of the support beams on the ceiling. He shook his head as they walked into the meeting room where the rest of the group stood. "So, what's the deal this time?" Nate cracked his knuckles, cuing Hardison to start his slideshow.

"We've got ourselves a fun one this time. Our target is a multi-billion dollar company called Capsule Corporation, run by the Briefs family. Don't judge by the name, this is a family of geniuses. And when I say that, I mean the family prodigy, Bulma..." He pulled up a newspaper picture of a beautiful woman with a very regrettable hair color and style. "She could probably outhack me using Windows 98. She is terrifyingly good, which is why she's richer than all of us put together and multiplied by three hundred. The age of the geek is against us here, ladies and gentlemen. Her father..." He pulled up a different slide. "Is a legendary microphysicist and was the former partner of Doctors Gero and Wheelo, both of whom mysteriously disappeared about twenty five years ago when he was still in his prime." Sophia leaned on the couch, starting to understand what Hardison was getting at.

"So we're thinking he offed Gero and Wheelo way back when so that he could take the big score for himself whenever it came along." Hardison pointed to her agreeably.

"And the lady wins a Cupie Doll. Don't get me wrong, Briefs earned his fortune perfectly legally, and in fact every ounce of evidence points to him being completely innocent in their deaths, but a coincidence like that...I'm not buying it." Elliot rolled his eyes.

"Do we need to know the details about every time this guy's blown his nose? He's a scumbag, so let's get in there and steal from him like we always do." Everyone stared at him. After an awkwardly long pause, Hardison continued.

"Anyway, our actual target in here is a set of family heirlooms for our client, Mr. Pilaf. Apparently, these were taken from him somewhat forcibly as compensation for a tech loan Briefs gave him some time back, and now that he's running dry on funds he needs them. They look like this." He pulled up a picture of seven orange glass balls, each with a differing number of red stars in the middle. Sophia and Parker both gasped.

"They're gorgeous!"

"They're Dragonballs!" Everyone turned to Parker, and naturally Hardison was the first to speak.

"They're the dragon's what now?" She turned, searching for a look of recognition on anyone in the room.

"Seriously? Nobody knows about Dragonballs? It's a legend! If you get all seven of them, you get any wish you could possibly want!" She wrung her hands in excitement. "Imagine...millions of dollars...still crisp from the press...non-sequential serial numbers..." Hardison turned back to the screen, shaking his head.

"And to finish all of this off, we've got probably the most lax security system anyone's ever seen. When I say that, I mean Elliot could break into this place...maybe." Elliot sneered at him, clenching a fist. "Well, I'd like you to take into account one thing. I've looked up IDs on all her regular guards, and check it out." He pulled up their pictures and rosters for the last seventeen World Martial Arts Tournaments. As their eyes ran down the list, they each began to understand what Hardison meant. Every single one of the regular guards at the Briefs family mansion had placed in the quarterfinals, semifinals, finals, or championship matches of every tournament for the last seventeen years. "Yeah, get it? Oh, but wait, there's more! You see this angry little guy over here?" He pulled one ID up close. It was labeled Vegeta Briefs. "Yeah, he placed in the quarterfinals of the most recent tournament, and a man matching his description was involved in the destruction of an entire populated city about forty years ago. Nobody actually knows how old he is, including himself, but he's married to Bulma and they just had a daughter, so I'll let you do the math."

The crew was silent for a moment before Nate finally spoke up. "Well, if you're done being morbid, I've already got my alphabet's worth of plans, so let's so steal us some legendary balls."