"Anxiety"
by
Black-Eyed Peas ft. Papa Roach
Turn around and bitch slap somebody,
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no),
I ain't givin' into it (no, no, no),
Anxieties bash my mind in,
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden,
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no),
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no),
Shackle and chained,
My soul feels stained,
I can't explain got an itch on my brain,
Lately my whole aim is to maintain,
And regain control of my mainframe,
My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane,
My train of thought's more like a runaway train,
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane,
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplane,
And I don't fear bullets from oozies,
I've been dealing with something that's worse than these,
That'll make you fall to your knees, and that's
The anxiety, the sane and the insane rivalry,
Paranoia's brought me to my knees,
Lord please, please, please,
Take away my anxiety,
The sane and the insane rivalry,
Paranoia's brought me to my knees,
Lord please, please, please,
Take away my anxiety,
The only thing making me stay my brother,
But I won't give into it bro (no, no, no),
Gotta get myself back now,
God, I can't let my mind be,
Tell my enemy is my own,
Gots to find my inner wealth,
Gots to hold up my thoughts,
I can't get caught (no, no, no),
I can't give into it now (no, no, no),
Emotions are trapped set on lock,
Got my brain stuck goin through the motions,
Only I know what's up,
I'm filled up with pain,
Tryin' to gain my sanity,
Everywhere I turn it's a dead end in front of me,
With nowhere to go gotta shake this anxiety,
Got me feelin' strange paranoia took over me,
And it's weighin' me down,
And I can't run any longer, yo,
Knees to the ground,
And I don't fear bullets from oozies,
I've been dealing with something that's worse than these,
That'll make you fall to your knees, and that's
The anxiety, the sane and the insane rivalry,
Paranoia's brought me to my knees,
Lord please, please, please,
Take away my anxiety,
The sane and the insane rivalry,
Paranoia's brought me to my knees, Lord please, please, please,
Take away my anxiety,
"Gray"(directors cut)
That afternoon, in downtown Westcity, across the street from the Stop'n Sleep Motels, a smooth black sedan was parked, unassumingly, at the corner of an empty intersection. Beads of water gathered on the hood and roof smooth black sedan was parked, unassumingly, at the corner of an empty intersection. Beads of water gathered on the hood and roof, falling and taking others if even lightly jolted. Inside, the windows fogged over from the steam of a hot cup of coffee that rested snugly in the dashboard cup holder.
"Oh by the way, the name's Briefs, Bulma Briefs. Yes, that Bulma Briefs. The very same miss Briefs whose father is a wealthy big time lawyer. I know, I know. Your gonna ask, 'Why' why am I, a bounty hunter, of all people; because it's definitely not for the money. Then why, the thrill, some kind of guilt, is it because I just want to put the dirty fucks of the world in jail just as fast as my father can put 'em back on the streets, well, no on all accounts; but when I do know why, I wont hold out, I promise."
It was now the third hour of the stakeout. The cold air continued to sting and bite, even inside the car it turned once scolding hot coffee into cappuccino flavored ice cream. The sun was no help, it stayed hidden behind gray and sluggish clouds, and all that could be seen of it was a slightly brighter area of opaque white.
"I hope you didn't get the wrong idea from that last part. I don't think my dad's a bad guy or anything, oh no, I just wish there were betters ways he could use his talents. Other than that, if you knew him at all there's no way you could dislike the guy, he's just too nice."
Inside the car, in front of the wheel, a woman, wearing all white, with straight medium hair, blue. A shiny old six-shooter tucked behind her coat. Beside her, a man, younger, thick black hair, wearing all white as well, on him, three pieces: a golden 9mm automatic handgun, custom made, tucked in his pants—two Smith & Wesson handguns, one by his ankle, the other hidden where no man dared to pat down.
"Even my partner likes him, my father I mean, and he's a very good judge of character, most of the time anyhow. Right, I almost forgot. My partner, his name is Goku and yes, he's the son of Bardock who used to be a very powerful sub-boss of the former crime syndicate, known as the Golden Monkeys, run by Vegeta King Sr.. It's a long story, but he ain't apart of that anymore. He never was really. Mother got him out when he was a baby. Good thing too, a few months later, the Golden Monkeys were wiped out and taken over by the Red Ice faction."
The two dress in white are a part of the Bullet Soup Bounty Hunting Agency, hence the fashion statement. Every crook and jailbird knows that when the white suits come with a dead or alive mission, the smartest thing to do is to just give up. If not, the coroner is going to find a whole lot of 9mm slugs in their stomachs, a sign they had a helping of bullet soup just before they died.
"The Red Ice faction is more powerful, more dangerous, then the Golden Monkeys ever were. The ring is run by non other then Michael Red also known as the Red Freezer or Freezer. He's our target; we get him, the entire faction collapses. At least that's the theory. His brother, Cole Red or Cooler is always ready to step up in his brothers place; he also has several generals ready to step up: Ginyu, a tricky thug with a team of gun-for-hires each with specialized talents—Andy, an unknown upstart who handles a lot of Freezer's business deals and also serves as his personal bodyguard, not much is known about him—and the most potentially dangerous one of them all, Vegeta King Jr., the son of Vegeta King, and rightful heir to the now defunct Golden Monkeys. He serves Freezer now as an assassin. To date he has killed 12 of the 13 most powerful crime bosses operating in downtown Westcity, the 13th died of a heart attack the day Vegeta was to eliminate him."
On the passenger dashboard was a criminal profile, every offense ever made by the subject, and there were many. Along with the personal info there was a fax made out to BS Bounty from the WCPD (West City Police Dept.). On that fax, a promise of 25,000 dollars, and under that, printed in bold, the words "Dead or Alive."
"Its gonna be hard as hell, but we'll take him down if we have to do it one lackey and under boss at a time. But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself; after all it's just me and my partner. It's gonna take more then just the two of us to bring him down. Were gonna need lots of help."
--
He winced again as he saw her light what must have been the 20th cigarette since the beginning of this stake out.
"Oh come on. Would you put that out, you're not the only one in here, you know." She only ignored him. "Hello?" then blew smoke in his face. He shook his head and said, "That's it." as he reached over and rolled down her window.
"Hey! hey, Stop that, it's freezing out there." He grabbed the smoking butt from her mouth and tossed it out the window, and rolled it back up. "shit! I was smoking that!" she unlocked the door and opened it briefly, but shut it as she felt the cold air hit her face. "I hate you." He shrugged his shoulders at her.
--
Hour four and still nothing, not one thing. The two were getting restless.
"Are you sure your informant knows what he's talking about?" Goku asked her. She sighed and nodded her head.
"He'd better know. I didn't cough up a c-note for nothing." she exhaled just to see her breath. "Anyways, he knows I know where to find him. That chicken shit wouldn't give me a bum tip."
"I hope your right, Bulma, for his sake at least." Goku said looking at her. "But then again, a part of me hopes your wrong so I can find that guy and…" something caught his eye. On his side mirror, someone, some girl, dressed in black and white, was behind them. He looked over his shoulder to his left from the passenger side. "Hey, Bulma check this out." Bulma did the same from the driver seat.
"Do you know her?"
"Uh, Uh." He said shaking his head. "You?"
"Nope." They looked at each other in wonderment. Until, from outside, the girl, who had long black hair and was around Goku's age, yelled loud enough for them to hear even from inside the car.
"LEAVE US ALONE!" She said with total unwavering severity, she even closed her eyes as she said it. Then she raised both her hands revealing a gun in each pointed straight at them.
"Shit!" they both said as the quickly duck behind the seats and two shots rang out above them followed by sounds of breaking glass and metal. After a brief moment of silence Goku grabbed the gun from his pants and slowly peeked over the seats. He just missed sight her as she dashed into the alley. He was about to get out and give chase when his partner stopped him.
"What are you doing, she'll get away." Still she kept him in the car.
"Yeah, and I bet that's exactly what she wants us to believe."
"What? So, you do know her?"
"No, but look here." She grabbed the criminal profile from the dashboard and flipped to the personal info. Goku looked were she was pointing.
"Huh. He has a sister, so." She nodded her head.
"And she matches the description perfectly." She said pointing her thumb over where the girl was sanding. He read a little further.
"Her name's Chi-Chi." He said for no reason, "but why would she lead us away, unless…" he looked over at the window of the room their bounty was supposed to be in. "he's still in there." Bulma smiled and nodded.
"Yep. Come on." They both got out of the car.
--
"Is this it?" Goku asked standing in front of a room marked 23.
"This is it." She said as she got in position on the side of the door cocking her gun.
"You ready?" he asked, about to kick down the door. She nodded. Silently, he held three fingers up, then two, then one, and then…
The door ripped from its hinges with unusual ease, probably due to the lack any kind of maintenance being done in the motel. The two swarmed in, guns ready to fire, the smell of old moldy plaster all around. They found nothing except some medical bandages on one of the beds. He wasn't in the room, but there were definitely some signs that somebody had been living there not too long ago.
"Shit," Bulma said looking in the kitchen. "Where is he?"
--
Outside in an alleyway, an injured man leaned against a dumpster. He seemed to be waiting for someone. He was of average height, maybe a little shorter. He had long black hair, thick and spiked. He wore all black and he was hunched over from a gunshot wound near his stomach. From behind him his sister came folding up a butterfly knife and putting it in the pocket on the inside of her coat. He looked back.
"Chi-Chi, you don't have to do this." she quickly put his arm around her shoulders to hold him up. She helped him walk as they left the scene as quickly as they could.
"Don't worry Vegeta, they aren't going anywhere for a while."
--
"Goddamn it!" Goku caught up from behind her, wondering what she was cursing about.
"What?" she pointed at the tires of the car. They were flat; they'd been slashed.
They both got in the car to keep them from the cold and Bulma pulled out her cell phone. After she made her call all they could do was wait. Fortunately, they didn't have to wait very long. 15 minutes later a gray car pulled up beside them. The man driving was bald. He was a little short but the kind of guy you wouldn't want to mess with. He had a leather jacket on with jeans and he wasn't carrying any weapons.
"You guys need a ride or something?" he said sarcastically. Bulma rolled her eyes and jump into the front seat, while Goku sat in the back. "What about the car?" he asked.
"Tow truck ought to be here any minute." Goku said from behind.
"Just drop us home." Bulma said. With that, he put the car in gear and drove off.
The drive would take some time so Bulma decided to see if he knew anything about their mark.
"So, Krillen," she started, "what do you know about Vegeta king Jr.?" he looked at her from the sides of his eyes.
"Don't tell me you guys are after the Dark Prince himself, huh?" Bulma and Goku looked at each other, and shrugged their shoulders.
"The Dark Prince?" Goku said curiously, Krillen nodded.
"Yeah, that's what they call him in the underground. The most feared man in Westcity, second only to Freezer of course. He worked pretty consistently under Freezers rule. Doing his every bidding, which of course consisted of assassinating every other crime boss in the city. He's been under Freezers protection from the law ever since, until now that is."
"Until now? Why, what happened?" Bulma asked.
"Well, everything went wrong when Vegeta's sister, Chi-Chi, resurfaced. She'd been in hiding for 20 years but when she appeared suddenly at Vegeta's door a week ago, she basically asked him to come with her and hide away from Freezer. His men found him four days later. He and his sister escaped but he decided to talk to Freezer instead and ask him to let him be. So he went alone, things didn't go so well, Vegeta's plan changed from diplomatic to confrontational. He barely got out before getting a bullet in his gut. So Freezer phoned his inside guys at the PD, and lifted his protection and they've been trying to hide ever since." Bulma looked at Goku, both were quiet.
"So… what do think?" she said finally.
"About what?"
"This Vegeta guy, sounds like he just wants to be left alone." Goku turned away.
"That changes nothing."
"But…"
"But nothing." Goku interrupted.
"Fine, whatever." Bulma said sharply. "Just don't forget who the boss of this outfit is." The rest of the ride was silent.
--
Bulma and Goku reached the apartment complex that doubled as their business headquarters. They lived in apartments just across the hall from each other, in places they could never afford for themselves, just a perk of having a wealthy family. Bulma's father's money from being a lawyer and Goku's mother's money from a settlement of half of everything Bardock ever made doing the things he did.
They arrive at their doors without either saying a word. Bulma opened her apartment first, went in and shut the door behind her. Goku was just about to do the same when something made him turn his head.
"It's you!" just then she dashed off. "Wait, wait!" he said holding his hand out. He pounded on Bulma's door. "He's here!" he yelled before running after her. Bulma opened her door but Goku had already gone.
"He's here? Where?" She received no answer. Before going out she grabbed the piece from her coat.
Goku reached the lobby to see the girl run into a door leading to the parking lot. He ran after her and pulled out shiny gold pistol. When he got to the quiet parking lot the girl was nowhere to be seen. With echoing taps of his feet, he slowly moved toward the center of the lot. The door behind him suddenly closed, he turned but just missed who it was.
"She doesn't need to be here." Goku turned to face the speaker.
"Vegeta." He turned the safety on his gun to the off position. Vegeta was leaning on the hood of a car. Goku could see he didn't have any weapons in hand, but the blood on his shirt near his stomach was apparent.
"Kakarot." Goku winced.
"We've only just met, so I'll let that go. My name is Goku." Vegeta was noticeably unconcerned.
"Whatever. Look, Kakarot I…"
"I told you, don't ever call me that." Goku said louder, Vegeta nodded slowly in a patronizing way. "Now, what do you want here? Is this some kind of a trap?
"A trap?" He scoffed. "No."
"Then what?" Vegeta stood instead of leaned, which caused Goku to raise his gun.
"Well, I hear that we have an enemy in common."
"My only enemy right now is you." Vegeta was starting to get frustrated.
"Damn it Kakarot, listen to me!" they both circled the other, in a sort of dance, each not letting the other out of their sight.
"What did I tell you?" Vegeta shook his head.
"What are you gonna do if I don't stop, huh?"
"If you don't I'll show you why we are called Bullet Soup."
"I don't doubt it." Vegeta stopped his movement. "So, It's that easy isn't it?"
"What?"
"Change your name and change past."
"That's not…"
"No, no don't say anything, you think I could do that, just change my name and disappear."
"It doesn't work that…"
"Don't you fuckin' think I know it doesn't work that way? Just tell that to my sis." Goku was unnoticeably shaken.
"This is not about your sister."
"Oh, isn't it. Freeza's after her as much as he's after me. I'm the only one who can protect her, the only family she's got left."
"So, what, you thought you'd come here, tell your sob story, and we'd just let you go. Non of that changes the fact that you're a killer."
"True, but everybody I killed, in some way or another, deserved to die."
"That's not up to you to decide." As fast as could be conceived Vegeta reached into his pocket and pulled out his piece and pointed it at Goku's head.
"Then who," he thundered, "You, Kakarot. Huh! Shit!" Both were silent know. Both weapons were drawn. "You were wrong before, Kakarot, I didn't come to be let go by you. If that were the case, I would never have come here. Shit, like you could find let alone stop me." They both still aimed their weapons at each other. "No no, I came to test you." Goku still didn't know what to make of it. "I can't keep running, and I can't keep hiding, like she wanted us to, my sister. She's a sharp kid but she don't know the world like I know it, and she don't know Freezer like I know Freezer. Sooner or later he's gonna find me, and when he does he's gonna kill me, and her, and that's if we're lucky. I can't let that happen. You know as well as I do. So here I am, and I'll let you take me in, if you can protect her." The two men suddenly came to an unspoken agreement. "But first, the test."
At that moment each man bolted in opposite directions, immediately taking cover behind a random vehicle. Goku felt two shots graze his coat near his shoulder. As soon as he realized he was un-hit he looked over the hood of the car he used as cover and shot the windows of a Honda he saw Vegeta dart behind. The broken glass did its job and flushed Vegeta from his hiding place. Goku took this chance; he shot the ground directly in front of a running Vegeta, which made him stop and turn. Goku tried to do it again but he saw that Vegeta had his weapon pointed at him. He ducked, hearing bullets whiz above his head. Before he had time to recover, he could hear Vegeta pounding in his direction, he was charging now and would be on him in seconds. Quickly, he dashed under the car safely to see Vegeta's feet land where he had been. He pointed his gun at his feet, but as quickly as Vegeta came down he jumped back up. Goku rolled out again pointing his gun up at the sky, just then Vegeta came down on him with his gun pointing to the ground. It was a stalemate, but Goku didn't see it that way. He brought his leg up and around to Vegeta's bullet wound pressed firmly knowing the pain it would inflict. Vegeta screamed in pain and was distracted enough to allow Goku to kick his gun out of his hand. While Vegeta came to his senses Goku was already up and coming toward him. Without warning he brought his fist strongly into harsh contact with Vegeta's gut. Vegeta reeled back, but then reached behind him to get his other piece. To his surprise it wasn't there. He looked up; Goku was holding up a familiar looking gun.
"You looking for this?" Goku was grinning. Just then the door to the lot opened. Bulma stepped through, in front of her, Chi-Chi. Bulma held up her gun taking no chances and saw that Vegeta had been neutralized. Chi-Chi ran to her brother and they met at an embrace. Goku looked on and he and his bounty exchanged a look of understanding.
"So, did I pass?" Chi-Chi held to her brother as he keeled over and spit a gob of blood from his mouth.
"I guess so." Vegeta managed to cough out. Goku looked over to Chi-Chi. She gave him the meanest look he's ever seen from such a sweet face. It was a look that proved that she and Vegeta were indeed related.
--
"So that's everything." Bulma Chirped as she showed her new roommate around her new home. "Just remember, your welcome to anything in the fridge and if you need anything, anything at all, just go ever to my room and be free." Chi-Chi was a might timid around strangers, Bulma could tell. She was really quiet most of the time, especially after watching as the police came and took her brother away. Bulma knew it would take some time before she opened up, she just hoped she could learn to forgive them, particularly Goku, for taking her away from Vegeta, but she could tell that she understood, and she did everything to assure her that it was only temporary and that she would see him again.
Bulma stood at her new roommates doorway. The room was nicely decorated, but without a touch of individuality, it was never used. Chi-Chi laid back on her new bed; she must have been really tired.
"Are you okay?" Bulma asked.
"I'm fine." She said monotonously.
"Do you need to phone anybody, family, friends?"
"No, there's nobody." She rolled her head to the side.
"Are you hungry? I can make something if you're hungry."
"No, I'm fine thanks. I think I'll just get some sleep." With that she curled into her bed and pulled up the comforter right up to her neck and closed her eyes.
"Okay," Bulma said quietly, "goodnight." She slowly closed the door and watched as the last strip of light was squeezed from the room. Outside the door she sighed and went to bed herself.
--
It was dark in that room, only a swinging light just above to help one see. He spent only five hours in jail and already he was being called up to a strange office. He had no idea why, but he was glad that it got him out of that stinking cell even for just a moment. The guard said something to him on the way in. "Lucky bastard." He said. That was the most eerie thing he'd ever heard. Why he said it, was a mystery. He didn't know if that was good or bad. He didn't know anything as of yet. Now, it's just a wait. Waiting to see why he was a "lucky bastard."
From inside the room, he could finally see the shadow of a man making his way to the door of the office. When it opened a man stepped in, who had gray hair, a mustache and beard, and glasses. Was this his lawyer? The man offered his hand and said.
"Hello, Vegeta King Jr.?" he nodded and took his hand in his.
"I just got a surprising call from my daughter. It seems that I will be representing you in court. The name's Briefs, Doc Briefs, attorney at law, but you can call me Doc.
Cut to Ending Theme now"Freeza's anthem-Many Men (revised)"
by
50-Cent
Blood in my eyes and I can't see,
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be,
And everybody's trying to take my life away,
I put holes in anybody for fucking with me,
My back on the wall, now your gonna see,
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me,
'Cause I'll come and take your life away,
Many, many, many, many men,
Wish death upon me,
Lord I don't cry no more,
Don't look to the sky no more,
Have mercy on me,
Go on and get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead,
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found,
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned,
When I speak, something special happen every time,
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime,
Many, many, many, many men,
Wish death upon me,
Lord I don't cry no more,
Don't look to the sky no more,
Have mercy on me,
Have mercy on my soul,
Somewhere my heart turned cold,
Have mercy on (me) many men,
Many, many, many, many men,
Wish death upon me,
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain,
Deaths gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard,
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred,
This is for my collectors on the block, trading blows and scars,
For the fellas on lockdown, doing life behind bars,
I don't say only god can judge me, 'cause I see things clear,
Real quick these pigs will give me a hundred years,
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas; you can call me the Don,
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm,
The Prince switched sides on me, let bullets fly on me,
I thought I told you, if you have what it takes to try, show me!
Many, many, many, many men,
Wish death upon me,
Lord I don't cry no more,
Don't look to the sky no more,
Have mercy on me,
Have mercy on my soul,
Somewhere my heart turned cold,
Have mercy on (me) many men,
Many, many, many, many men,
Wish death upon me,
Goku= Tom Welling
Vegeta= Colin Farrell
Chi-Chi= Selma Blair
Krillen= Michael Chiklis
Piccolo= Samuel L. Jackson
18/(I gave her a name)Orange Andrews= Elisha Cuthbert
Freeza= Eric Roberts
King Cold= Christopher Walken
Yamcha= Keanu Reeves
17/(Gave him a name too)Sunny Andrews= Joaquin Phoenix