Thieves

Prologue

Kanzeon took a few minutes to stare at the two figures before her. Golden eyes trailed over to her.

"Well, Kanzeon? What is it that we're here for?"

"I understand you're the one related to Son Goku."

"One and the same. What do you want?"

"Quite a sharp tongue you've got."

"It'd be sharper, but I've never gotten around to wetting the wheel."

"Ah, I see. And a dry wit as well."

"Better than a wet one, I hope?"

"Much better." Kanzeon paused. "You see, Goku and his friends will here in a few minutes, and I wanted to introduce you to them."

"Here? I see, but what kind of men will you be introducing me to? I'd rather know before I'm getting the crap beaten out of me by them."

"Hm. A clever one, aren't you?"

"Answers, Kanzeon. The clock is ticking."

"There is the marshal of the western army, Tenpou Gensui. A bit of a book worm, and a little eccentric even when you know him well. Then, there's the general of the western army, Kenren Taisho. He's a womanizer, and sometimes a little rude, but he has good intentions. And last, there's my nephew, Konzen Douji. He's rather apathetic, and pretty cold, but does have a softer side. He just doesn't show it."

"And Goku?"

"He's your ancestor. I'll leave that to you."

"The general of the western army and the marshal being close friends? I don't buy it being merely that much. I should pray the marshal isn't the general's stupid little…to put it gently, playtoy."

Kanzeon only smiled, and they heard the doors swings open.

"Well, well, well. It's show time."