Somewhere in Asia....
"So who is this guy we're going to see?" asked Goku as he followed his partner into the club.
Goku glanced around, taking in all that he saw. The place was rather alien to him. He couldn't remember ever being in a place, quite like this one. Men sat at tables smoking pipes, while others talked business. There were a few women, but not many.
Goku also noticed the stage that started in the center of the main room, and ran to the wall, and continued on behind curtains. On the stage a blond woman, dressed in Arabic silks and jewels danced to the song of a flute and drums.
Glancing to a table nearby, Goku noticed, in his opinion, the best part of all...
"FOOD!" cried Goku, who immediately rushed off to the table.
Vegeta, who'd been watching the dancer(what can you expect, he's Bond?) realized his partner had asked him a question.
"His names Piccal.....Kakorott? Kakorott!?" he yelled when he realized that the other Saiyan had gone missing.
"Kakorott?" he said again before spotting him.
Vegeta scowled and headed for the table where his partner was busy stuffing his face.
"Kakorott! You bakayarro! We have more important things to do besides eating. We have an informant to find."
Goku put his hand behind his head in the classic Son style, and began to chuckle nervously.
"Orry, Fegepa." he said or at least tried to say, while spewing crumbs everywhere.
"Nani?"
Goku finished chewing and swallowed.
"Sorry, Vegeta."
Vegeta just continued to scowl.
"Come on!" he said dragging his partner along.
After searching for several minutes, Vegeta was finally able to find his informant.
The large Namak sat at a table in the corner, or to be more accurate, levitated at the table in the corner. His eyes were closed, and it was obvious that he was meditating.
"Hello, Piccolo, long time no see." said Vegeta, using a calm, cool voice.
Piccolo's eyes flew open at the sound of the voice.
"Well, well, if it isn't Vegeta Bond. What do you want this time?"
"Just information involving a recent theft."
Piccolo looked at the agent with indifference.
"Since when to secret agents investigate thefts?"
Vegeta began to form a small ki ball in his hand.
"Don't play games with me, Greenbean, you know exactly what theft I'm talking about. Just in case your memory's a little fuzzy, this should help." Vegeta fired the ki blast at the wall right next to Piccolo's head. It left a nice sized whole.
Goku, who all the while had remained silent, gasped at his partners actions. He wasn't an expert at this sort of thing, but he didn't think you were suppose to try and kill the informant.
Piccolo, however, remained unstunned.
"Still haven't taken those anger-management courses yet, have you, Vegeta?"
Vegeta growled.
"Tell me what you know about FreizaFinger's operation, or next time I won't miss."
Piccolo just smirked and motioned for the two agents to sit down. They did so.
Vegeta turned his full attention on Piccolo, while Goku was pleased to find a menu.
"So you already know who's behind the Capsule Corp. robbery, but you don't know why or where to find him so you came to me." It was a statement, not a question.
"I have a pretty good idea of what he might want to do with the capsule technology, but I have no idea where to start looking for him." said Vegeta.
Goku meanwhile had ordered food from the menu (well actually he'd ordered the whole menu) and was happily munching away.
Vegeta looked at him slightly disgusted, but then turned back to Piccolo.
"Well, Vegeta, I'm not entirely sure myself where he is, but I do know someone who will. I think you should pay Krillian a visit."
"Krillian?"
"Yeah, he's an informant of Tenshinhan's."
Vegeta thought for a second.
"You mean "The Man With the Golden Solar Flare"(say it ten times fast)?"
"Yeah, that's him. He charges 1 million dollars a kill. No ones ever actually seen him though....or at least no one who's still alive. That should allow you to get the information from Krillian."
After Vegeta had gotten the whereabouts of Tenshinhan's informant he was about ready to leave.
"Come on, Kakorott, we've got all we needed from here."
Goku looked up from where he was once again stuffing his face.
"But, Vegeta!" he whined. "I'm not done yet! There still so much wonderful," he began to get a dreamy look in his eyes, "food to eat." and with that he began cramming food into his mouth at an enormous rate.
Vegeta was about to forcefully pull his partner away, when he spotted a young man staring at him.
The young man sat two tables away and quickly looked away when he noticed that he'd been caught.
"You!" said Vegata, "What are you looking at?"
The purple-haired boy looked around nervously.
"Uh, would you believe I really like your shirt?" he asked nervously.
Vegeta was not amused.
"Who are you, and what were you staring at, boy?"
"Fa...er...Agent Bond, I...need to talk to Agent Son."
Vegeta looked at him skeptically.
"It's urgent." said the boy, preying that Vegeta would believe him.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The boy didn't answer for a moment, and when he did, he hesitated.
"...His cousin."
Vegeta looked the purple-haired boy up and down.
"You don't look anything like Kakorott."
"Twice removed?"
"You can't be his cousin. That what make you part Saiyan, and Kakorott and I are the last Saiyans."
The boy blushed slightly.
Vegeta having finally decided this wasn't worth his time turned away from the boy.
"I don't know who you are, but you don't look like one of FreizaFinger's lackeys." Then motioned with his thumb. "The baka's over there."
Vegeta then walked away, and into the direction of the stage where the woman still danced.
The boy sighed with relief.
"That was close." he said before heading over to Goku.
"Excuse me, Goku?" he said taping the agent on the shoulder.
Goku looked up.
"Who are you?"
"Listen, Goku, what I'm about to tell you is very important and I need you to listen very carefully."
"What's this about?" he asked, hesitating to put down the food.
"Goku, my name is Trunks Briefs, and I'm from an alternate future timeline. I've come back to the past in a time machine built by my mother."
Goku stared at the young man for a long time, then burst out laughing.
"Haha, you had me going there for a minute! I'm on Candid Camera aren't I? Boy, you guys are creative!"
Trunks sweatdropped.
"Goku, I'm serious!"
"hehe Sure you are."
"Goku, I'm also half Saiyan!"
Goku stopped laughing.
"Your what?"
"Half Saiyan." said Trunks. "Vegeta is my father."
"NANI?! You're not kidding are you? You're really Vegeta's son! You know you kind of look a like."
Trunks sighed.
"Goku, now that you know who I am, it's important that you listen to what I have to say. I'm from a timeline where everything goes horribly wrong. I came from the past to warn you."
Goku's face suddenly became serious.
"Warn me about what?"
"Exactly, thirty minutes from now, you will start to feel the symptoms of a terrible desease."
Goku's eyes widened.
"Oh, do I get a radical heart virus that is incurrable in this time, but has an antidote in the future, and unless I get it, I'll die a horrible painful death?"
"Well, not exactly..." started Trunks. "Actually, you get a really bad case of heartburn form all this greasy food."
"Oh." said Goku a little bit more dissapointed than he should have been. "Well, what happens?"
"In my timeline there was nothing to help you immediately so you just got worse and had to go to the hospital. Without your help, something went horribly wrong with the mission and my father wasn't successful in getting all of the capsule technology back. Goku, I come from a world where FreizaFinger was able to achieve his ultimate plan. It's a dark future Goku, and I don't want to see it happen to another world."
"............uh, so what's the cure?"
Trunks reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a small package.
"Here you go, Goku. When you start to feel the heartburn coming on, eat two of these."
He handed Goku the package.
"Tums?"
Trunks shrugged.
"It's the best we could do."
"Oh. So you're Vegeta's son, do I know your mother?" asked Goku.
"Well, you met her once. It was at the Capsule Corporation."
Goku thought for a moment.
"Hey, didn't you say your last name was Briefs?"
Trunks nodded.
"Then that would mean that...." A surprised look crossed the agent's face.
"He....and..and...her?! Wow."
Trunks blushed again.
"Yeah. Look, Goku, I got to go now. Remember what I told you." and with that Trunks was gone.
Auther's Note:
So how are you liking it so far. See I said I'd make up for not writing for a month. The next part should be out soon too. My heads just full of ideas.
Well, anyway, leave a nice review okay.