Vote out every conservitive you can.

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The elevator ride up from the lobby went by quickly with neither man saying a word. They exited at the 31st floor and walked down the hall to a pair of beautiful glass doors with the image of, what he knew as a village on the now destroyed planet Namek, though to every one else it just seemed like an strange village, etched on them. They passed through and were greeted by a man wearing a very formal outfit.

"Vice President Inaba so good of you to join us. Two of you?"

"Yes please. Something with a view perhaps?"

"Of course. Right this way," said the man as he took two menus out of the stand. He led them through a maze of tables and out into a little bulge on the side of the building. The outcropping provided the best view of the city imaginable and it being a clear day they could see for miles, and had a stunning view of the ocean, which was just over 10 miles away.

"The waiter will be with you shortly," he said as he placed the menus on the table.

The pair sat down at the table, but neither looked at the menus provided to them.

"Let me guess, you need something. Since its not Bulma's birthday, nor Trunk's, and its not your anniversary, it's probably not about them. Am I right?"

Although Vegeta said nothing, his scowl said more than his words ever could. He did not enjoy this game, though by allowing Inaba his fun Vegeta insured the man's help.

"I am right. Hmmm...what could you be after that you don't want Bulma to find out about?" Inaba mused while pressing his fingertips together, staring at Vegeta, whose scowl seemed to get even worse. "Could it be that your little powers have caused you some sort of illness you wish to keep hidden?"

Vegeta's scowl turned into a smirk and Inaba knew that he had lost the game.

"Looks like I've lost. So what is it that you want?"

"Some one has created another Android 19. That means they would have needed some very specialized parts to do it. I want you to find out who did it," explained Vegeta in his usual gruff manor.

"And what is an 'Android 19'? Some sort of computer?" asked Inaba.

The waiter chose this moment to come over both placed their drink and food orders and the waiter quickly left.

"That doesn't concern you. Just find out who has bought these components and where I can find them."

"I do have responsibilities around here you know. It's not easy running this place. I have thousands of employees who..." Inaba stopped when he saw Vegeta's face; it was a mix of anger, pain and desperation. Although he was no expert on Vegeta, only seeing him when Bulma would go to meetings and functions he knew this was something out of the ordinary for him. "I'll see what I can do," he said as he took the list Vegeta had handed him.

"Vegeta, I am not as young as I once was, I have given this company the best years of my life. And for what? Power? Wealth?" Inaba seemed to drift off, staring at the beach in the distance.

"You humans are so weak," replied Vegeta in a callous tone.

"Stop acting as if your not human Vegeta, it doesn't suit you." Vegeta let the comment slide, as much as he hated to admit it, he needed Inaba and he couldn't kill him...yet.

"Does your rambling have a point? I am sick of hearing it."

"No, no point. Not one you'd understand anyways." Vegeta 'humph'ed in response, and the remainder of the time was spent in silence.

The food arrived shortly thereafter and it was almost comical to watch as the waiter managed to balance the food on the tiny tray. When he finally placed all the food on the table, you could barely see the underlying cloth. The red haired Inaba finished his meal with a quiet dignity and the resumed staring out at the beach. He has given everything for this company, and now he was 40 something and really little to show for it. Vegeta was still eating at a dizzying pace.

"How you can eat so much is beyond me. One would think you're really not human," said Inaba as he rose out of his chair, "but, if you'll excuse me, I will go search the company database and see if we can track down your mystery company." Vegeta, once again, was forced to simply glare at Inaba as Vegeta knew he could not cause a scene or injury Inaba in any way, else Bulma would find out he was here.

Inaba returned awhile later, looking quite happy with himself, Vegeta took this to be a good sign.

"Well, what have you found?" he barked.

"Absolutely nothing. In fact, Capsule Corperation doesn't even make the three highlighted component on the sheet," replied Inaba as he handed the sheet to Vegeta, "The Poly-rubber alloy is manufactured by a company called Gundark Enterprises, the aluminum cervo's have a dozen or so different manufacturers, the largest being Nergal. We don't even have a listening for the type of diamond dust listed."

Vegeta was furious; Inaba has tricked him with his smile.

"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SMILING!" he roared as he stood knocking his chair over in the process. The other patrons turned and stared at the two.

"Vegeta, there are more important things than work, such as life...and for the first time in years, I have a date," Inaba said as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

Vegeta stormed out of the restaurant as Inaba continued to lean back with his eyes closed, thinking of all the future possibilities.

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"One thing puzzles me, Gearshift, how can he have another one if you built the prototype?" asked Hercule as they made their way through bushes. They had wandered away from the road some time ago, and the trail was very thick with bushes and trees making walking difficult.

"It's something I have suspected for some time. I don't think he ever needed me to put that android together. To be honest I have little idea why I was there, as it seemed he could do everything I could. It could be that the Android construction was some sort of test, but it was more likely he was planning this all along and I was just some dumb stooge who fell for it. Still.... the money was good. Hold here," said Gearshift as he moved a branch down. He motioned Hercule to come closer. "That's the side entrance of his shop," using his head to point at a door in the mountain.

The building, if is could be called one, was buried under a mound of dirt, indistinguishable from the sky with the surrounding landscape.

"Well Beaker is in for one rude awakening. No one tries to kill Hercule and gets away with it...but uh, just to be careful we better sneak in," said Hercule. The first part of his statement was load and boastful, while the ladder was calm and subdued meant only for Gearshift to hear, and even then just barely.

The pair quietly snuck up to the door and nudged it a tiny bit open and peered in. Seeing nothing but machines and boxes they quietly opened the door wide enough to fit through and snuck in. Suddenly a hand clamped over both their mouths and they felt as if all the energy was being drained from them.

"Don't kill them. I still have some use for them, yes I do," said a voice the both recognized as Beaker's. But unconsciousness overtook them before they could do anything.

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"Miss Bulma, Miss Bulma," said a young female scientist as she squeezed her way through the students. Her eyes showed intense panic, and Bulma knew right away something was wrong, which usually meant Vegeta did something. But Vegeta wasn't home, so that meant instead of destroying something around the house he probably destroyed a building or even worse, a city. "News. Hercule. Bad. Strange Man," the girl said between gasping breaths.

"Calm down," said Bulma as she breathed in and out slowly trying to get the girl to do the same.

"Hercule has been kidnapped, and he's held for ransom. Its all over the news."

Videl was in shock and she grabbed onto Erasa for support.

"Why would Vegeta kidnap Hercule? Its makes no sense," Bulma wondered aloud.

"Excuse me, Miss Bulma, but I don't think Vegeta has anything to do with this," replied the girl.

"Then...who?" she said as if her mind was scanning every conceivable possibility but couldn't find an answer that fit.

"The report didn't say, but it showed a video of Hercule and some one else bound to chairs with gags in their mouths. It appears as if they were unconscious, because their head were hung low. Several demands were made, as well as several threats, include one against Hercules daughter, Videl, and one, well, one on you, Miss Bulma."

Bulma sighed, trying to think of a way out of this mess. She walked over to a side panel and punched in a code.

"Attention, this is Bulma Briefs. A threat has been made on this building. All personnel are to evacuate immediately. I repeat all personnel are to evacuate immediately." Bulma tapped in another code and spoke, "Candice, before you go I need you to call 18. Have her come over as soon as possible, it's an emergency."

"Miss Bulma," replied Candice through the speaker, "Miss 18 called a few minutes ago. She said to inform you that she would be heading over to visit Gohan. We tried to get in touch with you sooner but to no avail. Miss Bulma, I...I heard about the threat against your life. I would like to stay and help you, in whatever way I can."

"Candice, your loyalty is appreciated but 18 will take care of everything. You needn't worry. Now please, go home, if not for you, then for me," said Bulma as she shut off the speaker.

"I am afraid your field trip has been cut short. I'll take you to your busses," Bulma stated as she waded through the crowd of teenagers to Videl. "Are you alright?" she said putting her arm on Videl's shoulder.

"My father..." Videl said staring off into nothingness.

Bulma wrapper her arm around Videl's shoulder and look at the teacher.

"Do you know the way out? Back through the corridor, last door on the right?" she asked. The teacher nodded and soon hurried the class down the hallway. Erasa seemed to linger taking one last look at Videl, Bulma look right at her.

"Go. Videl will be fine. I'll stake my entire company on it."

Erasa look down at the ground, then ran back to join her class. Videl and Bulma walked down the hallway and headed for Gohan's room. It took a bit longer than usual to get there, as Videl was still in shock, but as time went on she slowly started to work things out. Be the time they arrived Videl was almost completely recovered, and 18 was leaning against the wall next to the door to Gohan's room.

"So what's with all the commotion? When we came in there were tons of people running to their cars. So what did Vegeta do this time?" said 18 with a smirk.

"For your information this have nothing to do with him," Bulma said in a scolding tone. "Some idiot kidnapped Hercule and made some threats against Videl and myself, so I sent the staff home."

"Vegeta and Trunks should be more than enough to handle anything, plus Goten is staying here isn't he," replied 18.

"Vegeta...left this morning. I don't know when he'll be back. He said he had some things to take care of. To be honest it worries me, because it has to be important if he said he'd be gone a few days. Trunks and Goten may be strong, but they're still just children, they can't even become Super Saiyans yet." Bulma's voice was very soft.

"What's a Super Saiyan?" asked Videl.

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Meanwhile in the gravity chamber, Trunks and Goten where enjoying the fact that Vegeta wasn't there. At 115 times earth gravity they we sparring, but their moves were slow and labored, but still had every bit of intensity that that they could muster. Sweat poured down Gotens' face as he struggled to dodge all of Trunks' punches and kicks. As he got more and more tired the sweat became an even greater problem, as it dances around his eyes. Finally the sweat found its target, while ducking under a kick from Trunks a drop hit his open eye and Goten staggered back in pain. Trunks, seeing Goten distracted, clotheslined him making the ground shake as Goten hit it. As he struggled to his feet Goten wiped the sweat from his eyes just in time to see Trunks vanish. He spun around desperate to find his opponent, and he was grabbed from behind and put in a sleeper hold.

"Just give it up Goten," taunted Trunks.

Goten didn't bother to reply, his hair went gold and there was a golden aura enveloped him. He easily broke the hold on him, and disappeared and reappeared five feet away facing Trunks. Trunks followed suit and became a Super Saiyan and the two continued to trade blows.

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You know the deal, Read and Review. It seems as if my favorite DBZ writer has stopped writing, Pyscho Ann [ID # 208702] hasn't updated in like half a year. I have tried to E-Mail her, but she has never responded to me (guess she doesn't like me).