Vegeta

A/N:

This is Hannibal DBZ style. I know I chose to do the third of the series without doing the other two. But don't worry, any questions will be answered in flashbacks. I am mixing both the movie and the book. But the chracters are going to in character for both Hannibal and DBZ.

I DON"T OWN ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!

ENJOY!!!

It has been five years since the evil Saiyan Prince escaped. Not a day goes by that Special Agent Bulma Briefs doesn't think about him. His presence always haunts her mind, and his voice continually whispers in her ears. The one that got away. He always had an affect on her.

"So tell me abour the visits between Bulma Briefs and Vegeta," Zarbon spoke.

Mr. Popo swallowed. He wasn't here to talk about that.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Popo asked.

"Was he fond of her? What was he like when she was around?" Zarbon asked.

"Vegeta always got along with Bulma Briefs. Normally he woild just insult everyone who came to talk with him, but not her. They would talk," Mr. Popo answered.

"What would they talk about?" Zarbon's interest was peeked.

"Mostly they would talk about what was prevelant to the case. They would also talk about her," Mr. Popo responded.

"I see. Well thank you Mr. Popo," Zarbon turned away.

"Wait!" Mr. Popo stood up and grabbed the box he brought with him.

"What's this?" Zarbon was intrigued. "What do you think Dodoria, have I earned a treat?"

Dodoria rolled his eyes.

Mr. Popo opened the box. Inside the box was the ki restraints Vegeta used when he was in prison.

"How much?" Zarbon asked without taking his eyes off the ki restraints.

"Two-hundred, fifty thousand zeni," Mr. Popo replied.

"Pay the man Dodoria," Zarbon stated.

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Bulma boxed away her latest case. This last case brought further doubts into her mind about being an angent of the FBI. She was once again stabbed in the back by the suits she works for. It wasn't her fault that the raid went bad! She voiced her doubts to every agent there, but her thoughts were ignored. Now a fellow agent, and friend is dead. Bulma felt a tear fall down her cheek. She put the box in her hands down on her desk, and sat down on the floor with her knees close to her chest. It had been so long since she had last cried. She rested her head on her knees and closed her eyes. She let the tears fall. Why was everyhting going wrong?