A/N: hey everybody! Ha yes I am starting a new story even though I haven't even posted a second chapter for my first one, but I wanna hurry up and write this before I lose my idea lol. I came up with this after watching the Italian Job (awesome movie!! Wo0p! lol)and I got this sudden urge to write a story with a lot of action and...well I guess im just confusing you and im just like not typing correctly cuz Im anxious to hurry up and type this up and post it. Okay? Okay. So here we go...

Disclaimer: don't own it, so don't sue.

At Gun Point
Prolouge: The Set-up

"Blue do you have ANY idea how big you owe me? I swear to Kami, if this job goes wrong I'll fucking kill you for putting me through this," the blonde woman muttered quietly to know one in particular; or so it seemed. The whisper-sensitive microphone clipped to her bra picked up her voice and her message was transmitted to the tiny earpieces that resided in her partners' ears. One, in the person to whom she was talking to, and the other in the person who just happened to be listening back in the limo.

Blue smiled at her partner's comment as she stood on the edge of the roof, looking down into the glass ceiling.

"Don't worry 18. I already have sight of the safe, so just give me 10 minutes and I promise that you'll be out of the company of your not so dreamy date," she said as she opened one of the glass panels.

"Besides, I thought you liked older guys." Back at the party, 18 rolled her eyes.

"Well obviously you thought wrong. Anyway, older is an understament. Ancient is closer to its mark." The resident in the limo laughed, as she brought up the blueprints to the top floor of Mr.Roseleto's mansion on her laptop.

"Oh please, 18, I saw the way your eyes were sparkling and the way you were smiling and touching his hand at your 'date' with him," she said. "Admit it."
18 nearly choked on her champagne when she said that.

"The day I actually like that old dinosaur is the day Hell freezes over, and my late father rises from the dead," she replied.

"Speaking of which, here comes the idiot now. Okay Blue you got 10 minutes and you better hurry your ass up cuz I want to get out of here as soon as possible."

"You got it 18," Blue responded, and then there was a light 'click' as Chi-Chi, the woman in the limo terminated 18's communication link (just in case Mr. Roseleto got too close for comfort to 18 and heard anything in her earpiece).

Blue dropped down from the opening and into the room. She landed on all fours, almost catlike, and the she stood upright and took a good look around the room. Everything in the room was white, from the white plush carpet, to a blank white painting located next to the safe; even the safe was white (a/n: the safe is built into the wall btw). Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Typical," she muttered. Roseleto was a billionaire, but he had absolutely no imagination to go with all that money. And if there were any cameras in the room, she would stick out like a sore thumb; she was dressed in a black leather jumpsuit and her blue hair was tied up in a messy bun. As if she was reading her mind Chi's voice spoke up in her earpiece.

"Don't worry B, you're clear; not one camera." Blue let out a sigh of relief.
"Okay. What about the safe itself?"
"Motion sensors, and of course the usual lasers."
"Any way to shut 'em off from over there?" Blue asked.
"Um...no." Blue opened her mouth to swear.
"But I COULD just give you the access code to the keypad located behind that painting," Chi-Chi said casually.
Bulma smiled.

"Would you be so kind?"
"Let's see...for 20 metric tons of gold...I think I will be." Blue smirked as she lifted the painting from the wall, revealing a small keypad.
"Okay, the combination is C-A-R-5-4," Chi-Chi said. Blue punched in the code, rolling her eyes; the code turned out to be Roselito's initials and the month and day he was born. Any idiot could have figured out that one, and had no problem breaking into the safe. She frowned slightly; something about this wasn't right. It was just too easy. But she shook the thoughts from her head as she looked at the lock on the safe.

"I don't suppose you have a combo for this thing on that little laptop of yours, do you?" Chi-Chi smirked.

"Do I ever?"

'That translates to a no,' Blue thought with a sigh. Oh well, she preferred to do things the old fashioned way anyway.

She took out a marker and began to turn the lock to the right, and stopped when she head a light click.
"16," she muttered, writing the number on the door of the safe. This continued for another minute or so, and she smiled when she got the last 'click' and wrote it down.
"Okay, here we go," she said holding her breath. She turned the lock, entering in the numbers, and then she grasped the cold handle and pushed down and pulled the door open.

Blue smiled and with a hint of smugness said, "We're in."
"I kinda already knew that, B. Since, you know, you are wearing a pin cam and all,"
Chi-Chi replied, though she too couldn't help but smile.

"Must you always insist on raining on my parade?"
"Unfortunately for you...yes."

"You're so nice to me you know tha-" Blue stopped short, when she finally got a good look at the contents of the safe, or rather, lack thereof. All that was there was a white envelope that was addressed in silver flowing letters 'Miss Baby Blue'.

"What the hell?" Blue asked, momentarily forgetting about the gold. She ripped open the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper inside of it. On the paper were two words that Blue had never and would never have seen coming:

"Got ya."

It took Blue a second to register what had just happened, but she recovered quickly and began screaming into her mic:

"Chi! 18! Get the fuck out of there! It was a set-up! Do you read me?!" But neither woman answered. Maybe it was due to the fact that everybody at the party, which was 100 some odd people, had all just pulled out various guns and all were aimed at 18 just as 15 people knocked on the door of the limo and when Chi-Chi opened it, she found herself also faced with 15 9 millimeter guns. Not that it mattered if the had not responded, for Blue was also suddenly caught up in her own problems, for at that exact same moment 30 'Feds' forced their way into the white room. And as all this happened, the same exact thought came to all three of their minds, and they each simultaneously voiced it aloud:

"Shit."

A/n: wo0p! okay yes im sorry its so short and its not that good, but you have got to cut me some slack, its two in the morning! Wow...okay so what's gonna happen next? And what does Vegeta have to do with all of this? Hmmm...I guess you'll just have to read and find out! Oh and don't forget to review! If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them! Until next time...
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