Chapter One

What a beautiful day.

Vegeta looked up at the clear blue sky above him, musing to himself as he sipped his coffee, his folded up newspaper rustling slightly on the table in front of him as a gentle breeze whistled by. He closed his eyes, the noise of the city fading slightly as he focused on the heat on his skin, the breeze ruffling his black, flame like hair, cooling him. Sighing, he finished the remains of his coffee and placed the empty cup on the table as he picked up his messenger bag, slinging it onto his shoulder as he stood and began to walk away, leaving his paper on the table for the next person who came along.

Moving easily into the crowd, he pushed his hands into his pants pockets, pulling his phone out to check his messages, sliding it back into his pocket with a sneer as he noted they majority were from his father. Coming up to a cross walk, Vegeta stopped and stifled a yawn, heaving his bag onto his shoulder more as he looked around at the different races that walked by.

Since the interplanetary wars had all but come to a standstill some years ago, his own alien race, the Saiyajins, had negotiated an alliance with the planet Earth along with others such as the Namekians. To help with relations between the planets, families from all planets had settled on Earth, integrating into the populace, with almost little to no hostility, the move seeing as beneficial for all involved despite the past conflicts. Vegeta himself had moved here during his teen years with his father, who had set up a successful company before leaving it for Vegeta to oversee while he travelled back to their home planet. Not wanting to give up his duty as King of their people, he informed Vegeta that he would sooner or later, be expected to come home and take the crown.

Vegeta huffed as he banished the thoughts from his head, crossing the sidewalk to carry on with his day. He didn't have time for negative thoughts like this, he had a business to run.

As he carried on through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, he didn't notice a shadow detach itself from the building he passed, moving into position to walk a few feet behind him and watching its target with the eye of an expert, slinking closer and closer as he walked on oblivious. As Vegeta looked down to put his hand in his pocket, the shadow struck, grabbing the strap of Vegeta's bag and yanking it hard, pushing Vegeta at the same time to fully dislodge it from his shoulder before taking off down the street, disappearing quickly into the crowd.

Vegeta blinked stunned momentarily before gathering his wits and chasing after the thief, growling in anger. "Hey! Someone stop him! Thief!"

The crowd did little to help, some blinking stupidly at the two as they pushed past, Vegeta struggling to use his ability to sense Ki in the crowd and lock onto the would be thief. He caught a glimpse of wild black hair before it suddenly disappeared, lost in the sea of blank idiotic faces.

He stopped, Vegeta looking around in desperation, wanting to scream in frustration when he found nothing. He should've Ki-blasted the entire block, he thought angrily to himself as he pulled out his phone, stabbing the buttons so viciously he wondered momentarily if he'd broken it. Again.

As he waited for the line to pick up, Vegeta looked around, hoping to catch another glimpse of the thief. He grit his teeth as a familiar voice picked up. "Nappa? It's me…I need you to cancel my appointments for the day…why? Because some bastard thief stole my bag! And when I catch him, I want to spend the rest of my day breaking his fucking neck!"

Goku exhaled slowly, trying to regain his breath as he sat in the alleyway, the stolen bag clutched protectively to his chest. Risking a glance, he inched up slowly to look over the bin he was currently sat behind to see if anyone had followed. Sure enough, the owner of said bag was standing at the edge of the alleyway, shouting angrily into his phone as he turned every which way, looking around desperately for any sign of Goku. As he turned to face the Goku, he ducked back behind the bin, curling into a tighter ball.
For a while he sat absolutely still, inhaling deeply through his nose to keep calm, his heart pounding in his chest. As the minutes dragged on, he decided to risk another glance, moving as silently as the tight space would allow as he looked over the bin once more. The man was gone.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Goku stood and heaved the bag onto his shoulder as if it was his own before sauntering out of the alleyway, a small spring in his step as he joined the bustling crowd. After walking some distance away, he turned onto a quieter street and stopped, sitting on the steps of a shop front, feigning tiredness. Pulling the bag from his shoulder, he began to shift through it, raising an eyebrow at the bulging diary and clipped together papers he found inside. Casting a glance over them, he shrugged and laid them to one side, having no idea what was written on them. He grinned widely when he pulled out a bulging wallet, eyes widening upon seeing the bundle of notes stashed within. He counted it out discreetly, stuffing the half the notes into his grubby jean pocket, the other went into the inside pocket on his shirt, making a mental note to stash those at his safe house.

Looking through the rest of the wallet, he found 3 credit cards, club cards for various shops and a driver's license, complete with picture of his target. "Vegeta Oujisama, aged 29" he read aloud, studying the picture. Flame like black hair that defied gravity, a stern expression on his face as he looked at the camera, chiseled features masking his young age, his eyes black and piercing. All in all, not a bad looker he thought to himself. But that was typical of rich people. Always good looking, waltzing around with obscene amounts of money like they couldn't be touched, like they were invincible. Goku smirked, fingering the credit cards. Well, today this guy was learning first hand that he wasn't untouchable.

Taking out a credit card, he put the wallet and papers back into the bag and stood, pulling the back securely onto his shoulder as he walked on down the street. Studying the credit card he had chosen, Goku's grin gave way to a chuckle. Platinum. La-di-dah! With this sort of money, he would be eating well tonight, maybe even get a nice place to sleep. Possibly even some new clothes, if he was careful. Looking down at his attire, he wrinkled his nose. His jeans, torn in at the knees, had seen better days, his converse sneakers scuffed and dirty, then banding around them cracked and broken. He was wearing another grey vest top, used to be lilac in color and his green and brown lumberjack type shirt was holier than a priest. Sighing, he took the hair band off his wrist and pulled back his own gravity defying spikes, tying them back while leaving his bangs over his face.

Yep. A bath was definitely needed. Time to find a place to lay low and put this bad boy platinum to use.

And all thanks to Mr. Vegeta Oujisama!

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