A/N: okay I know that the last chapter was a bit confusing, so hopefully this one shall clear things up a bit. Now to respond to your reviews...
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only the prologue. And yes, Blue is Bulma, but I'll explain why she is called that later. I would also like to excuse myself for whatever spelling mistakes I had made...I wasn't exactly paying attention in my haste to post it and what not. And to answer your question, yes I do watch DBZ and GT but since this is an AU fic, everything showed on DBZ/GT is irrelevant to the story, besides the characters and their relations with the opposite gender, and their personalities... but obviously since you don't like this story I have no clue why I'm typing this since you most likely won't be reading this anyway...
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At Gun Point
Chapter one: The Deal is sealed...
Last time....
It took Blue a second to register what had just happened, but she recovered quickly and began screaming into her mic "Chi! 18! Get the fuck out of there! It was a set-up! Do you read me?!" But neither woman answered. Maybe it was due to the fact that everybody at the party, which was 100 some odd people, had all just pulled out various guns and all were aimed at 18 just as 15 people knocked on the door of the limo and when Chi-Chi opened it, she found herself also faced with 15 9 millimeter guns. Not that it mattered if they had not responded, for Blue was also suddenly caught up in her own problems, for at that exact same moment 30 'Feds' forced their way into the white room And as all this happened, the same exact thought came to all three of their minds, and they each simultaneously voiced it aloud:
"Shit."
It was supposed to be the perfect heist. Bulma (a.k.a. Blue) had figured out all of the different scenarios and had set up the perfect plan to avoid any conflict with anybody so that none of them had to carry a gun. However Bulma was suddenly regretting that decision as she stared down the standard Government issue guns that the 'Fed's' were all aiming at her. That was when she heard a deep chuckle come from the door.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Miss Baby Blue, how kind of you to join us," the man said, smirking at her as he walked to where she stood.
"Were you planning on joining the festivities downstairs? Because you if you were, you could have simply used the front doors, instead of the ceiling of my room," he said smirking yet again. Bulma glared at him.
"Oh you know exactly why I'm here, Roseleto," she responded, her voice laced with venom.
"Otherwise you wouldn't have called the Fed's on us. Or did that slip your mind?"
"Well do tell me child, would you not call the authorities if someone was to steal your gold? Especially if it were the greatest thieves in the world?"
"I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't."
"Then you see my point?"
Bulma didn't answer.
"Don't fret my dear! Luckily for you these aren't real agents." Bulma's head snapped up.
"Excuse me?"
"It's true. I bought these 'props'," he said referring to the uniforms, "so to speak, from a friend of mine working for the FBI after I explained my situation to him. As for the guns, you have nothing to worry about; the clips are totally empty. You honestly believe I would bring in agents and risk having reporters and paparazzi all over the place? I think not. It would completely ruin my plans."
'Situation? Plans? What the hell is he talking about?' Various thoughts flew through Bulma's head as she eyed the aged Latino man suspiciously. Carlos Roselito wasn't exactly known for his how you say, reliability.
"Get to the point Roselito. I didn't come here to play cops and robbers with you. Where is the gold?" Roselito was silent for a moment as his dark eyes examined her face.
"Pray tell, how were you planning on stealing my gold?" he asked, answering her question with a question.
"And how were you planning on stopping me?" Bulma responded, earning laugh from him. She wasn't going to answer him with a straight answer if he wasn't going to do the same. Obviously Roselito was catching on to this, so he said,
"Unfortunately for you, someone beat you to the punch," he said sighing slightly.
"What do you mean?" Bulma asked curiously. The old man raised an eyebrow.
"Did you not wonder why the safe is empty?" Bulma shrugged.
"Well I assumed that you had emptied it yours-"
"Well you assumption was wrong," he said cutting her off.
"It just so happens that an old associate of mine decided to relieve me of my gold just two weeks ago." Bulma was dumbfounded; this was absolutely unbelieveable.
"Why wasn't I aware of this? Surely something would have shown up on the news about this."
Roselito was silent again as he traveled to the opposite side of the room and he signaled the other men to leave. They did just that, leaving Bulma and their boss alone in the room. After a moment or so of looking out of the large window, Roselito turned back to the blue-haired woman.
"Have you ever heard the expression 'Don't get mad, get even?" Bulma nodded.
"Well, that's exactly why I didn't call the authorities, and it's exactly why I have lured you and your partners here."
Bulma raised an eyebrow. "How did you know we'd be here?" She didn't like to be predictable.
"I have been in this business a long time. I used to be a thief myself, so needless to say, I have my ways," he stated simply.
"What does this have to do with us?" Roselito smiled.
"Well you three are the best after all, and I was hoping you would help me get my gold back. There will, of course, be a huge payoff if you do this right." Bulma frowned slightly; he had fooled them once, so there's no questioning if he could do it again.
"What if we tell you no?" Roselito's face fell.
"If you refuse to take me up on my little offer, make no mistake I will not hesitate to kill you or your little friends," he said as Chi-Chi and 18 were ushered into the room, followed by three men with guns. Bulma glanced at the men and then looked at Roselito again, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Don't bluff me, Roselito. You just told me those clips are empty." It was his turn to smirk.
"Oh contraire my dear girl, I told you that the 'agents' guns weren't loaded. But I said nothing about those guns," he said motioning to the men. Bulma clenched her teeth; they were outsmarted and backed into a corner. Roselito seemed to notice her realization.
"Ah so now you see; you are in no position to refuse me."
"Obviously not." Bulma glanced over to Chi-Chi and Juu. With a sigh she said,
"Fine, we're in." Roselito smiled and motioned for the three men to leave. The two girls immediately rushed to Bulma's side.
"I'm okay you guys," she said reassuringly. They nodded.
"So what's this 'deal' with scar face over there?" Juu asked. Bulma shook her head.
"I'll tell you guys later," she whispered. Roselito smiled, ever so slightly, at them and said,
"No need for the hushed tones; we're all friends here." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"You know just because we're gonna go through with this doesn't mean we're 'friends' with you. We're just doing this for the money." The old man sighed.
"Ah yes. It's always 'just for the money', isn't it? You young people these days always just think about the money, and never about what's really important, like you're blind to everything that isn't in front of your face on a silver platter. If I have learned anything in all my years it's that life is too short to take for granted, and too long to spend alone. " His old eyes looked sad.
The trio looked at him curiously.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" Chi-Chi asked.
"You'll know when you get older," he responded, as though she were a child. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he beat her to it.
"Okay, I do believe it's time for business," he said, taking a seat in a white plush armchair, signaling for them to sit in the couch across from him. He poured himself a glass of champagne from the ice bucket that was on the glass table between them. He offered them a glass, which they all declined.
"I would like to know exactly what your plan of taking my gold from me was. Spare me no details; I would like to know how the new generation of thieves is handling things," he said, sipping from his glass.
"It's my way of getting to know how you operate." The trio looked at each other and Bulma (who was the brains of this particular operation) let out a big breath; it was going to be a long night.
In the heart of Satan City...
"Boss, Mr.Ouji is here," said a man, opening the door to the dark room uninvited. The back of a black leather armchair was facing the door on the opposite side of the room, behind a desk. It's occupant was smoking a cigar at the time, and a large cloud of smoke arose in the air above it.
"Ever heard of knocking?" the deep voice of the man in the armchair asked. The other man bowed his head slightly and said,
"Sorry Boss, it wont happen again."
"It had better not," another puff of smoke. "Send him in."
A/N: And that's the end of chappie one! Yes I know; horribly boring! ::sigh:: but I promise that I will have lotz more action and all that good stuffs in the next chappie...hopefully. Lol anyway, review! I want to know what you think! Until next time...
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