Vegeta put on his game face and stepped out of the limo. He was standing in front of a mansion on a hill, surrounded by land, and with a driveway leading to huge gates. The lights of the mansion reflected off his groovy shades and he grinned. A large bouncer approached him and spoke in an Italian accent:
'Mr. Vegeta, Don Vinnie will see you now. I'lla takea you to him. Dis way sir,' he said motioning for Vegeta to come with him. He walked into the mansion and took Vegeta to the ball room, making him wait just outside. Vegeta waited and waited and waited. It seemed like forever he waited. After a minute he got fed up with waiting and blasted the door off it's hinges. The moment he walked in, the lights came on, lighting up the dark room and dozens of people yelled 'SURPRISE!' The next sound was of a bottle of champagne being opened. Vegeta turned to the source of the noise and came face to face with Don Vinnie.
'Hello again Dona Vegeta,' he began in an incredibly thick Italian accent. 'We havea held dis party in commemoration of your saving ofa that shipment of Mafia owned, pirated Sailor Moon actiona figures. Onea yeara agoa today you did not only that, but you saved my daughter Maria's life by blasting that bus full of unlicensed dentists and Canadian chiropractors that was about to a hit her. I drinka to you, my friend!' said the tall, fat Vinnie before pouring two glasses of Champagne for himself and Vegeta. Vegeta raised his eyebrows and clinked his glass with Vinnie's and drank down.
After drinking enough to kill a whale (literally) , and talking with all the other Dons there, Vegeta sat down with Don Vinnie. Vegeta looked at him with wobbly eyes. 'So tell me Vinnie, you wanted to talk with me about something other than congratulating me, didn't you?'
Vinnie nodded. 'Yes. I'vea heard news on the market about somea kind of...of....well, the source wasn't sure either, but word has it that somethinga big is going down. Like, take over the world big. The Mafia doesn't have the type of resources that Vegeta Enterprises has. You have access to top secret files froma governments, to terrorist groups all over the world.'
'And you want me to see if I can find anything,' finished Vegeta. Vinnie nodded.
'Yes. Please. Any information, and I owe you a favour.' Vegeta agreed and went back to the bar.
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Meanwhile in the Capsule Corporation kitchen...
'And then Vegeta almost threw the Minister of Defence out the window because he voiced his objection about Dad doing.......things to Pan in the middle of the meeting!' said Trunks to Bulma, recounting the whole meeting. Bulma burst out laughing once again.
'Was that before, or after he pretended to be desperately afraid of the fly in the room?' she asked, giggling.
'Before.' Bulma had been howling with laughter the whole time that Trunks had been relaying the happenings of the meeting to her. 'It's amazing how successful they've become. If I did that it wouldn't result in anything good. I'd be put in the loony bin for sure. I still find it kinda hard to believe that that's dad. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, he cares enough to actually raise Kakaratt and Axel, but on the other hand, they both turned out to be lunatics with disturbing mental problems. Would I really want to be that way?' Bulma burst out laughing again and pointed behind Trunks. An annoyed cough came from behind Trunks and he slowly turned around, gulping when he saw who it was.
'Hello, Trunks,' said Kakaratt, who was obviously annoyed, but was also quite amused. 'Did you forget I was coming over to visit?' Trunks cleared his throat and gulped again.
'Y-yes Kakaratt, I did forget you were coming over to....do the things you do....why *are* you here?' Kakaratt rolled her eyes.
'Do I really need an excuse to visit my niece? Or is she my cousin? I'm never sure. Not that it matters. Where is she?' As if on cue, a girl with cyan hair that was pointy and jutted out like Goku's, and ocean green eyes, came running in screaming. She ran over to Kakaratt and hid behind her legs. Bra came running in after her.
'Kina! It's time for bed!' She stopped running when her eyes fell upon her half sister, who was staring at her with a cocky smirk. 'Oh! Hi Kakaratt. You here to see Bikini?'
'You know she hates that name, Bra. And yes, I am here to see Kina. Why else? To see Trunks?' finished Kakaratt with a tone of absurdity. Bulma let out a short, but loud burst of hysterical laughter before quickly shutting up.
'Hey!' protested Trunks.
Kakaratt bent down and hoisted Kina into a sitting position on her shoulder. Kakaratt went up the stairs and made her way to Kina's room. She shuddered upon entering the room, which was covered in pink everything. She set Kina down on the bed and sat next to her. Kina jumped when she saw a new tattoo on Kakaratt's hand.
'You got a new Tattoo! Lemme see it, lemme see it!' Kakaratt complied and showed her niece her hand. It was of a dragon going into her hand. She turned her hand over and on the palm was a tattoo of the same dragon coming out. 'COOOL! Did you get any other new ones? Didya?'
'Calm down, brat. I got the one on my hand, this one,' she lifted her hair off her neck showing one there of a black rose. 'This one,' she showed her leg, revealing one of a snake winding it's way up her to her thigh. 'And this...Actually, I'd better not show you that one.'
'Please????' begged Kina.
'No,' said Kakaratt sternly.
'Why not? I won't be traumatized if it's blood and guts. I can take that stuff. I gutted a fish one time! Or is it where.....' Her mouth was on the shape of an 'O' when she realised why she couldn't see it. She suddenly grinned. 'Where is it!? You got it down there, didn't you?' Kakaratt was highly amused. She didn't expect sweet, little, pure and innocent Kina to figure it out at this age.
'Maybe, but I think you're too young to look at it it,' said Kakaratt.
Kina interrupted Kakaratt, much to the older Saiya-jin's annoyance.
'Hey! You don't think I'm too young. What you mean is you know mom thinks I'm too young, right? You got your first Tattoo when you were 7. Besides, mom said that you were corrupting me, and she told that to you. Remember when she told you to stop talking about death and bloodletting and witchcraft and stuff with me?' Kina chirped, knowing that she was right. Kakaratt glared thoughtfully at her.
'That's my little hell raiser. Keep on shocking people,' cooed Kakaratt while ruffling Kina's cyan hair. There was a short comfortable silence that lasted until Bra poked her head in the door.
'Kina, go to bed. You've got school tomorrow.' She turned to Kakaratt. 'And you have school too, Kakaratt. It's the first day of your junior year, and you've been transferred from Saiya-jin High to Orange Star High,' said Bra sternly. Kakaratt glared at the Bulma look a like.
'What are you, my mother? I know what my schedule is. I made it myself, except for the part about transferring. That was done because it was Chi-chi's death wish.' Bra huffed.
'I'm old enough to be your mother.'
'Yeah, but you're not. You're my half sister, therefore I'm entitled to hate you. Get lost.' Bra smiled at this comment.
'You're just the same as always. I love you, even though I think your one of the most messed up people I've ever met. I don't know who's worse. You, your zany brother, you crazy mother or our insane father.' Kakaratt smirked.
'I'm the worst. My bro gets too depressed, and my parents may have been bad in their day, but compared to me, they're nothing more than the average rebels.' Kakaratt began to laugh maniacally for a few seconds before getting herself under control.
'Yeah, right!' exclaimed Bra. 'We both know that dad's the worst. You never do things that are morally wrong, unlike our satanic pop.'
'Well, it depends what your definition of morally wrong is, Bra,' said Kakaratt, somewhat mysteriously, flashing her long, sharp Saiya-jin fangs. She got up, waved bye to Kina and left.
Kina took a puff of the joint that Kakaratt had given her on her way out and coughed. 'This is some good shit,' she exclaimed in a really, really high voice, much to Bra's horror.
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'Mr. Vegeta, Don Vinnie will see you now. I'lla takea you to him. Dis way sir,' he said motioning for Vegeta to come with him. He walked into the mansion and took Vegeta to the ball room, making him wait just outside. Vegeta waited and waited and waited. It seemed like forever he waited. After a minute he got fed up with waiting and blasted the door off it's hinges. The moment he walked in, the lights came on, lighting up the dark room and dozens of people yelled 'SURPRISE!' The next sound was of a bottle of champagne being opened. Vegeta turned to the source of the noise and came face to face with Don Vinnie.
'Hello again Dona Vegeta,' he began in an incredibly thick Italian accent. 'We havea held dis party in commemoration of your saving ofa that shipment of Mafia owned, pirated Sailor Moon actiona figures. Onea yeara agoa today you did not only that, but you saved my daughter Maria's life by blasting that bus full of unlicensed dentists and Canadian chiropractors that was about to a hit her. I drinka to you, my friend!' said the tall, fat Vinnie before pouring two glasses of Champagne for himself and Vegeta. Vegeta raised his eyebrows and clinked his glass with Vinnie's and drank down.
After drinking enough to kill a whale (literally) , and talking with all the other Dons there, Vegeta sat down with Don Vinnie. Vegeta looked at him with wobbly eyes. 'So tell me Vinnie, you wanted to talk with me about something other than congratulating me, didn't you?'
Vinnie nodded. 'Yes. I'vea heard news on the market about somea kind of...of....well, the source wasn't sure either, but word has it that somethinga big is going down. Like, take over the world big. The Mafia doesn't have the type of resources that Vegeta Enterprises has. You have access to top secret files froma governments, to terrorist groups all over the world.'
'And you want me to see if I can find anything,' finished Vegeta. Vinnie nodded.
'Yes. Please. Any information, and I owe you a favour.' Vegeta agreed and went back to the bar.
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Meanwhile in the Capsule Corporation kitchen...
'And then Vegeta almost threw the Minister of Defence out the window because he voiced his objection about Dad doing.......things to Pan in the middle of the meeting!' said Trunks to Bulma, recounting the whole meeting. Bulma burst out laughing once again.
'Was that before, or after he pretended to be desperately afraid of the fly in the room?' she asked, giggling.
'Before.' Bulma had been howling with laughter the whole time that Trunks had been relaying the happenings of the meeting to her. 'It's amazing how successful they've become. If I did that it wouldn't result in anything good. I'd be put in the loony bin for sure. I still find it kinda hard to believe that that's dad. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, he cares enough to actually raise Kakaratt and Axel, but on the other hand, they both turned out to be lunatics with disturbing mental problems. Would I really want to be that way?' Bulma burst out laughing again and pointed behind Trunks. An annoyed cough came from behind Trunks and he slowly turned around, gulping when he saw who it was.
'Hello, Trunks,' said Kakaratt, who was obviously annoyed, but was also quite amused. 'Did you forget I was coming over to visit?' Trunks cleared his throat and gulped again.
'Y-yes Kakaratt, I did forget you were coming over to....do the things you do....why *are* you here?' Kakaratt rolled her eyes.
'Do I really need an excuse to visit my niece? Or is she my cousin? I'm never sure. Not that it matters. Where is she?' As if on cue, a girl with cyan hair that was pointy and jutted out like Goku's, and ocean green eyes, came running in screaming. She ran over to Kakaratt and hid behind her legs. Bra came running in after her.
'Kina! It's time for bed!' She stopped running when her eyes fell upon her half sister, who was staring at her with a cocky smirk. 'Oh! Hi Kakaratt. You here to see Bikini?'
'You know she hates that name, Bra. And yes, I am here to see Kina. Why else? To see Trunks?' finished Kakaratt with a tone of absurdity. Bulma let out a short, but loud burst of hysterical laughter before quickly shutting up.
'Hey!' protested Trunks.
Kakaratt bent down and hoisted Kina into a sitting position on her shoulder. Kakaratt went up the stairs and made her way to Kina's room. She shuddered upon entering the room, which was covered in pink everything. She set Kina down on the bed and sat next to her. Kina jumped when she saw a new tattoo on Kakaratt's hand.
'You got a new Tattoo! Lemme see it, lemme see it!' Kakaratt complied and showed her niece her hand. It was of a dragon going into her hand. She turned her hand over and on the palm was a tattoo of the same dragon coming out. 'COOOL! Did you get any other new ones? Didya?'
'Calm down, brat. I got the one on my hand, this one,' she lifted her hair off her neck showing one there of a black rose. 'This one,' she showed her leg, revealing one of a snake winding it's way up her to her thigh. 'And this...Actually, I'd better not show you that one.'
'Please????' begged Kina.
'No,' said Kakaratt sternly.
'Why not? I won't be traumatized if it's blood and guts. I can take that stuff. I gutted a fish one time! Or is it where.....' Her mouth was on the shape of an 'O' when she realised why she couldn't see it. She suddenly grinned. 'Where is it!? You got it down there, didn't you?' Kakaratt was highly amused. She didn't expect sweet, little, pure and innocent Kina to figure it out at this age.
'Maybe, but I think you're too young to look at it it,' said Kakaratt.
Kina interrupted Kakaratt, much to the older Saiya-jin's annoyance.
'Hey! You don't think I'm too young. What you mean is you know mom thinks I'm too young, right? You got your first Tattoo when you were 7. Besides, mom said that you were corrupting me, and she told that to you. Remember when she told you to stop talking about death and bloodletting and witchcraft and stuff with me?' Kina chirped, knowing that she was right. Kakaratt glared thoughtfully at her.
'That's my little hell raiser. Keep on shocking people,' cooed Kakaratt while ruffling Kina's cyan hair. There was a short comfortable silence that lasted until Bra poked her head in the door.
'Kina, go to bed. You've got school tomorrow.' She turned to Kakaratt. 'And you have school too, Kakaratt. It's the first day of your junior year, and you've been transferred from Saiya-jin High to Orange Star High,' said Bra sternly. Kakaratt glared at the Bulma look a like.
'What are you, my mother? I know what my schedule is. I made it myself, except for the part about transferring. That was done because it was Chi-chi's death wish.' Bra huffed.
'I'm old enough to be your mother.'
'Yeah, but you're not. You're my half sister, therefore I'm entitled to hate you. Get lost.' Bra smiled at this comment.
'You're just the same as always. I love you, even though I think your one of the most messed up people I've ever met. I don't know who's worse. You, your zany brother, you crazy mother or our insane father.' Kakaratt smirked.
'I'm the worst. My bro gets too depressed, and my parents may have been bad in their day, but compared to me, they're nothing more than the average rebels.' Kakaratt began to laugh maniacally for a few seconds before getting herself under control.
'Yeah, right!' exclaimed Bra. 'We both know that dad's the worst. You never do things that are morally wrong, unlike our satanic pop.'
'Well, it depends what your definition of morally wrong is, Bra,' said Kakaratt, somewhat mysteriously, flashing her long, sharp Saiya-jin fangs. She got up, waved bye to Kina and left.
Kina took a puff of the joint that Kakaratt had given her on her way out and coughed. 'This is some good shit,' she exclaimed in a really, really high voice, much to Bra's horror.
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