A/N: YES! ITS ME! I've finally come out of hiding (actually I just had major writers block) but I'm all better now! Ha wow I'm glad everybody likes this story so much! So glad, in fact, that I decided to write another chapter! Wo0-h0o! But ,yeah, I know you ppl are probably hating me right now since I haven't updated in a looooong while but I promise to make it up to you! Okay well here it is (with lots of Vegeta in it!)! Enjoy ! Oh and be sure to review! Thankx…

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At Gun Point

Chapter 2: Assassin for Hire

Last time…

"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. Its 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 won't happen again."

"It had better not," another puff of smoke. "Send him in."

The man at the door nodded and stepped aside, letting in another man. He had deep, dark obsidian eyes, and dark ebony hair that swept up like a flame. The door was shut behind him when he entered, and the leather armchair opposite of him swiveled around, revealing its occupant. The man was Italian, his hair was gelled down, making it look almost greasy. He wore a black Armani suit and a gold chain hung from his neck and he wore a large gold ring on his pinky finger. The man regarded Vegeta thoughtfully while still smoking his cigar. Vegeta's face remained expressionless as he watched the man before him, waiting for him to speak. The silence in the room continued for the next few minutes, until the man finally finished with his cigar and smothered the remains in the silver ashtray on his desk. He grinned at Vegeta, revealing some gold teeth, and he folded his hands.

"Mr.Ouji, what an honor to have you here. Please," he motioned to the chair on the other side of the desk,

"Do sit down. We have some pressing matters to discuss." Vegeta said nothing, but took the seat. He watched as his soon to be employer consulted his laptop, staring at the screen, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Vegeta Ouji, Jr. …assassin for hire. Hmm…interesting occupation, looked down upon by society, but nonetheless…very useful to me." He scrolled down the screen as he continued talking.

"Your advertisement is very elaborate, Mr.Ouji," he continued to scroll down the screen, but then stopped and raised his eyebrows.

"And you rates are very steep, I must say." Vegeta smirked.

"Well, considering that, I am the best, its understandable." The man nodded and smiled.

"And obviously very cocky." He looked up from the laptop.

"I'm sure my client will understand; she is very capable of affording the best." Vegeta let a small smile pass onto his lips; that was music to his ears.

Bulma smirked at Roseleto; this guy actually expected them to tell him their plan? It wasn't something she would, or ever, for that matter, do in this lifetime. She never wanted to be predictable; she never had, and she most certainly didn't want to start now. She might decide to make a few plans of her own later once they got his gold back for him. But until then, she was just going to keep her mouth shut.

"Mr. Roseleto, I'm afraid I'm not obligated to disclose that valuable piece of information to you. We choose to keep ALL of our operations confidential, whether they are successful or not." Roseleto said nothing, just continued to sip his champagne.

"It's not like it matters if you tell me or not anyway," he said shrugging.

"I pretty much have a general idea; your 'plan', was to get HER," he nodded to 18, "to get close to me and get her invited to accompany me to my party tonight. That way you could be sure that I would be preoccupied and you could alert her when your job was done." He sipped his champagne again, looking directly at Bulma over the rim of the glass.

"Honestly, it was quite child's play. I was almost sure you would have come up with something more…original. Apparently," he chuckled, "I was wrong." The three women said nothing, and if they were feeling any emotion at all, it didn't show on their faces, despite the fact that this man had read them like an open book.

The door behind Vegeta opened suddenly, and the nameless man that had shown him in stepped into the office once again. Immediately the young man's face paled as he realized all too late that he had made the same mistake twice within the last ten minutes.

"What did I just get done telling you, Frank?" the man behind the desk asked, rubbing his temples.

"S-s-sorry Mr. Bardelli, sir. I f-f-forgot-"

"Quit your stuttering, Frank. As much as I'd like to, I'm not going to shoot you so stop your crying and tell me what you want," the Italian man impatiently.

Frank cleared his throat and said, "It's the Briefs girl. She's here, sir."

"Fine," replied Bardelli coolly. "Show her in. Oh and Vegeta, would you?" he gestured to Frank, who instantly paled. Vegeta smirked.

"Of course," he said, and, with a seemingly inhuman speed, pulled out a gun from his leather jacket, aimed and pulled the trigger. The accuracy of that single shot was unbelievable; Frank was dead before he even hit the floor.

Bulma had a lot on her mind as she and her friends returned to the limo that they had arrived in. Chi-Chi obviously noticed because she said to the driver, "Excuse us, Jerry. We need to talk alone for a little bit."

"No problem, miss," he replied looking at her in the rear-view mirror. "You won't even know I'm here." With that a sound proof, tinted screen rolled up between them, giving the threesome complete privacy.

"So?" Chi-Chi inquired, turning towards Bulma. Bulma snapped out of her daze and looked up.

"I just can't believe he set us up. I mean, sure I had my doubts when we found the blueprints of his manor on his computer. Who leaves something like that on their laptop which is so easily accessible to hackers? That's what safety deposit boxes are for; it was way too easy. I knew all of this was true but I just shook it off; I thought it was just nerves."

18 nodded. "I know what you mean. I suspected a trap early on; like you said it was too easy. But the thought of all of that gold just… the thought of how this could be our last job and an early retirement… it was way too tempting."

"Well, there's no use getting upset about it," Chi-Chi cut in. "Roseleto wants us to call him as soon as we've come up with a plan. Shouldn't be too hard right?" Bulma snorted.

"Speak for yourself. We have to come up with something really good before we get the okay from Roseleto. And after tonight, I don't think that I'm really up to it."

"Well, unless you want to get arrested, I suggest we come up with something good and quick. If we don't, Roseleto's calling the Feds on us for breaking and entering, and may I remind you that we're not exactly on a first name basis with them." Bulma smirked.

"Blackmail sure is a beautiful thing, isn't it?"

"You got that right."

A blue haired woman slipped into the room, stepping over Frank's body, her Stiletto heels clicking as she walked.

"Nice shot," she commented. "But you always were good at that sort of thing, weren't you?" Vegeta's heart dropped; it was a ghost from his past. Mr. Bardelli stood up, gesturing towards the woman.

"Vegeta, meet Ms. Briefs, my client." Vegeta said nothing but stared at the woman before him.

"You," he breathed. The woman smirked.

"Me."

A/N: Yay! I'm done! Short and sweet, but I'm just getting started.Okay so, I plan to get the next chapter out…soon.:) So stay tuned for the next exciting (hopefully) chapter of "At Gun Point". REVIEW!

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