Thanks for all of your great reviews; they really encouraged me to write even more chapters! Sorry I didn't update sooner but I had to do some stupid science project and we all know how long that stuff takes…

I've been searching the internet high and low for everything on my topic and I'm starting to lose sleep…but that's beside the point. The point is I'm back, I've written the next chapter, and need to finish up my science project. I swear we need to ban science projects…I hate them…such a nuisance…

Only One Shot

Chapter 19: First Warnings

Gohan entered the room to see Avril and Nanami looking up at him from their chairs so innocently you could see the halos over their heads. The principal, a balding wrinkled old man, steepled his fingers and glared at them displeasingly. Looking past them on a chair was a badly beaten up, barely recognizable, human that looked like a man.

"I'm glad you came Mr. Son, Avril and her cousin Nanami were found beating this man into what you see before you." The demi-saiya-jin raised his eyebrow at the two girls. "You two did this?" They nodded sorrowfully and Gohan shook his head with a frown. "I'm disappointed in you two girls." The principal smirked, justice was being served. "You did it all wrong."

The principal almost fell out of his chair, staring at Gohan with mouth dropped open in shock as Gohan moved over to the unconscious Hose. "First of all," Gohan began and the two girls watched intently, "When you tie him make sure you pull on the knot so that it tightens even more, that way he can't get out and he is in more pain."

The two girls brought out their notepads and began writing it down, the principal could only stare in shock and horror. "Next gag him but don't blindfold him, that way he will see what torture you will exact on him and you will be able to see the fear in his eyes." Gohan said in all seriousness, the girls nodding and the only sound being their pencils on the paper.

Gohan examined the unconscious Hose for a bit, turning his head from side to side to inspect his face, then lifting his arms and legs to test their working state, as well as checking for broken bones. "Well I'd say for a first try you did very well, A- to be exact. Next time though, try not to get caught. That's why I took points off."

"I told him to 'Fuck off', what does that do to my grade?" Gohan looked at his daughter, shocked, holding his heart. "You actually said that?!" The five year old nodded her head slowly. Gohan wiped a tear from his eye. "I taught you well! Your grade is now an A!" The two girls beamed and the principal fainted.

"Oh by the way, great job with the firecrackers and rockets, I can see the skid marks from when he zoomed down the road via extra large rocket. I also saw the hole through the wooden gate, the torn bushes that caught on fire from the rocket's flame, and the dent from where he hit a car…" Avril and Nanami hi-fived each other with a loud YEAH!!!

"I also almost hit a dog zooming through the air down the road with a rocket attached to its back on the way here." The two girls whistled innocently, looking around the principal's office. "Alright let's go home; I think your principal has had enough destruction for one day. Come on, you can go practice on Syracuse while I plan. I need to get him back for that stew…"

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Cortez blew out a puff of smoke as he looked at the beaten up Hose disgustedly. "How hard is it to capture two little innocent children Hose?" Hose coughed at the smoke blow his way. He winced as he moved his broken arm and accidently touched his broken nose. He couldn't hang his head since he was wearing a neck brace so he was forced to stare eye to eye with Cortez.

"G-GS taught his daughter, the half-saiya-jin, how to fight sir." Cortez snorted and tapped a spot on his desk. "Hand, now." Hose shakily placed his hand on the spot requested. Two agent-like men held it in place as Hose tried to pull it away. Inn a flash Cortez placed the cigar there, twisting it to put it out. Hose screamed and whimpered as he cradled his burnt hand.

Cortez stared at him uncaringly as he took a sip of his scotch. "Do you know what we do with failures Hose?" The Mexican-japanese mix gulped as a gun was placed under his jaw. Cortez steepled his fingers and leaned forward with a smirk as a bead of sweat slid down the side of Hose's face. "We make sure they never make one again."

Ricardo and Angelo stared wide-eyed infront of Cortez's new office as the door swung open and two agents dragged out Hose by his legs. His face was in pure horror and a large hole was under his jaw. It seemed the bullet exited out from the back of his head by the pink strings sticking out of his head and large amount of blood creating a crimson line on the wooden floor.

Cortez saw them and motioned for them to come in with a wave of his hand. They glanced at each other, at the big bloody spot on the door, at the brain entrails, and then gulped as they slowly entered the room. He leaned back in his chair and lit another cigar. "Be good boys and get Stalin for me, as well as a new chair." They nodded quickly and left.

Soon a man entered the room. His eyes were black with a hint of green and his long black hair was tied at the nape of his neck with a rubberband. Two thick strands of hair hung in his face but he ignored them. Cortez gulped and gave him a fake smile. "Hehe…Mr. Valentine…how are you?" A man with blonde hair and blue eyes entered with a chair, glancing at them.

"Sit down brat; pay some respect to Mr. Valentine!" Surprised, Stalin took a seat in the chair he brought. "Would you like a seat Mr. Valentine?" Vincent didn't even blink, nor did his eyes move from Cortez's. "Yes." He snapped his fingers and his two Italian agents entered the room and pulled Cortez off his chair who protested with a loud "Hey!"

Vincent calmly went around the desk and dusted off his Armani suit before taking a seat, leaning back slightly and picked up a fanged skull from Cortez's desk, studying it. The Italian agents shoved Cortez into the seat and he glared at them, dusting his suit off. The agents just stared at him through their black glasses before standing beside Vincent.

"A saiya-jin skull…" Vincent commented and glanced at Cortez with cold green eyes. "Still attempting to manipulate saiya-jins?" Cortez just glanced around and Stalin watched the entire thing in shock. For once in his life Hesus Julius Cortez was acting meek. A growl was heard as a black panther glided into the room.

Stalin scrambled onto his chair, eying the panther fearfully while Cortez just stared with wide eyes. Baring his teeth at Cortez he moved over to his master's side, placing his paws onto the desk. Vincent casually petted the panther and threw the skull at Cortez, causing him to howl as he grabbed his eye. "My sources tell me that you attempted to kill my son, Cortez."

Cortez hissed in pain as he covered his stinging eye while the panther returned the skull back to Vincent's hand. "My sources also tell me that you gave my wife, Chichi, to Goku. What do you think of that?" he finished, eyeing the Mexican crime lord. Cortez scowled. "I didn't do anything!" he growled. Vincent crushed the skull in his hand and glared at Cortez.

"If you even think about harming Gohan or my niece in any way again…well I'll let you think about the nightmarish things that could happen." Cortez stared at Vincent with his good eye shocked, then smirked, the shocked eye containing an evil glint. "How about we negotia—" He was cut off as Vincent pulled out a gun and shot his kneecap. "Goddamn son of a bitch!"

Cortez's yell caused his agents to come running in only to be stopped by the two agents with machine guns guarding the doors and the two inside holding out their machine guns. Cortez was moaning on the ground, a hand over his eye and the other on his shattered kneecap. Vincent blew the smoke off his gun and pocketed it. "I don't negotiate."

Vincent motioned for his agents went ahead of him to clear a path. His panther strode through the path proudly while Vincent stood up from the seat and looked at Cortez. "I won't kill you this time since you got rid of Goku for me, but don't push your luck or 'the sniper' will be the least of your problems." He stepped over Cortez's body and without another glance, left.

As soon as they drove off in the black stretch limo, Cortez's agents rushed in and helped him up and into the seat behind his desk. "Get out of here! I don't need your help!" he screeched and shot bullets into the air as the agents rushed out of the room. "And you," Stalin sat pale in his seat as Cortez eyed him with a crazed look.

"If you ever want to see Margarita again bring me Gohan's daughter! I'll teach both of those saiya-jins from hell what I can do!" Stalin nodded quickly with a scared look, hoping that Margarita was alright and almost tripped over the chair as he ran out of the room. Running a hand through his hair, he slammed his door and puffed on a cigar angrily.

And the plot thickens. Haha Cortez got what was coming to him. He isn't the only crime lord out there you know, there are others who have more backbone than Cortez. Well, I'll just see what you think about this chapter in your reviews. Ja ne.