Wow have I been gone or what? Sorry about that and all. School gets to you after a while and my dad is pissing me off by not letting me type on the computer since mine had Microsoft Word erased by those pesky viruses. They're dead now but it's still not back. Then I got sick and my bio teacher is ticking me off…well enough of my life I have returned…for a while.

Knowing my dad, my grades are going to get me kicked off the comp for a while since my bio teacher is making it look I'm stupid and do NOTHING in that class so this may have to last you a bit unless I can sneak on the comp…ha-ha sneak onto the comp! Yeah right. What was I thinking? The comp by the tv and couch and me sneaking onto it? What WAS I thinking?

Only One Shot

Chapter 25: Phase I

Videl glanced into the kitchen as she walked by it, trying to catch a peek at what the men were hovering over and whispering about. They stopped and glanced at her who continued to walk to throw off suspicion but only succeeded in causing them to roll their eyes and continue.

Amon Divante was way off of what Videl would have thought him to be. She still couldn't believe that he was an assassin at all, or that he had killed more people than she had ever had in her family.

Amon was a tall man, about the same size as Gohan. His eyes were emerald green and his hair was long, dark crimson, and straight. It was held back with a black band at the nape of his neck. He was sweet and incredibly handsome. He wasn't saiya-jin though.

He wore a white long-sleeved button up shirt with rolled up sleeves and khaki pants. His shoes were brown timberlands. He had a slightly rugged look to him and, like Gohan had said, they would've been mistaken for brothers if it wasn't for the hair and greener eyes.

When Videl had gone they turned back to the paper in front of them. It was a blueprint of Cortez's club marked with guards and such. They had already agreed to do it on Saturday, the day when Cortez closed the club early so he could count his money.

"Amon will be here and I will be here," Gohan began, pointing to two buildings on opposite sides of the club, "Where we will snipe the guards to secure the perimeter."

"Trunks will disable the security system once Gohan and Amon return and we'll head in here and here." Vincent continued, pointing at the front and back of the club.

"Then Trunks will leave since he is not needed any longer," Vegeta said, giving Trunks a glare to get his point across, "And while Avon, Heiji, Amon, and I take care of any other of Cortez's little henchmen, Gohan and Vincent will confront Cortez."

"Wait, why do Gohan and Vincent get to confront Cortez and not any of us with them?" Heiji whined and Avon rolled his eyes.

"Because, Heiji, Cortez has messed up their lives much more than any of ours, it would only be fair to let them handle Cortez." Avon said matter-of-factly.

"Besides," Amon smirked, "We get much more of the action and fun."

"Yes and now that we have that fact established," Gohan cut in, "We need to start getting ready. We only have three days to get prepared. I have to get a whole new sniper rifle since CP doesn't want to give mine back and Amon has to get whatever the hell he needs because he likes to show off."

"Don't hate Gohan just because you know I'm better than you." The emerald-eyed man said with puffed out chest and crossed arms.

"Oh yeah? Better this!"

Gohan pounced on Amon who yelped and barely ducked Gohan's punch. The men watched as the two fought, insulting each other the entire time, until Videl entered with the two girls trying to figure out what the heck was going on. Her eyes widened at the two men fighting.

"What are they doing? Why aren't you stopping them?" Videl cried frantically.

"Aw they're just fighting Videl." Syracuse said with a goofy smile on his face as he turned from the stove. "Let 'em be, Gohan needs to have fun with his sibling now and then, whether they're actually related or not."

Avril and Nanami looked at each other then yelled as they pounced on one each. They watched amusedly as Gohan ran in circles with Nanami on his back, flailing his arms and yelling for help, while Avril dragged Amon across the floor on his stomach and he yelled "NO!"

"Kami they're regressing…" Heiji murmured and Avon laughed.

"You should see them when it's wrestling night. Imagine a small apartment living room, a couch, a tv, two men, and Avril and her cousins. Kami I almost died laughing."

As Avon sat reminiscing about years ago and Heiji tried imagining that scene with Trunks as they stared at the two—well four children in a certain sense, the others just shook their heads and laughed.

XX

Cortez puffed his cigar angrily, his good foot tapping. His men sat at his table and glanced at each other as the Mexican puffed more smoke than a train. Cortez's beady eyes scanned over everyone in the room until it stopped on the dark coated large brimmed hat man.

"You are not a very good killer 'son of Avon'." Cortez spat, then puffed again a few times before addressing him again. "But I will be kind and give you one last chance. If you do not kill Gohan or one of his crew tonight, then I will kill you."

The finality of the mafia boss's tone meant business and everyone in the room could only imagine how Cortez would kill the so called 'son of Avon' who didn't look too worried from what they could see at least.

"He got lucky but I will be the one Lady Luck stays with tonight." The mysterious man said in a hushed tone and left the room quickly and quietly with a sadistic smile.

"Stupid bastard…" Richard Jones spat as he eyed the shining gold-diamond watch on his wrist as the minute hand moved. "Can we hurry this thing along Hesus? People such as I have things to do."

"Shut up you rich brat, this is my meeting and I can keep it going as long as I want now if you want to keep the protection you have and the tongue you own I suggest you keep your lips sealed shut." He hissed and Richard shut his mouth tight, glaring at the table.

"If this…son of Avon…fails then I myself will kill him if he decides to return. It might be quite fine actually…" Rico announced from his seat with a thoughtful look on his face and a glint of evil in his eyes that caused even Cortez to shiver. "We must plan more than this if we are to destroy this group of people, but believe me when I say this."

Rico leaned in with the look of the devil on his face. The others gulped and leaned back a bit in nervousness at the sheer evil radiating from Rico Octavian Gaspar, devil incarnate. "Vincent 'the black cat' Valentine is mine."

XX

Sharpner cursed as he missed up the wire he was attaching. "Damn wires…" he muttered among his pile of colored wires and scratched his head angrily.

He was attempting to create his own man-made bomb but was being thrown off by the multiple wires and many pieces of machinery that he had no idea of what he was trying to do. Muttering to himself about sticking to guns next time, he pressed the button on the bomb.

His eyes widened as the numbers came up then started to count down. He calmed down a bit and even laughed at the numbers…that was until the numbers skipped from 28 to 22. He blinked a bit, thinking he was seeing things until the numbers skipped again.

"Oh shit…" he cursed and got up, only to trip from the many wires holding him hostage.

19…15…

"Damn wires let-me-GO!"

11…8…

Sharpner grew frantic now as he ran and tripped on the wires around his legs to the door. He was in tears as his hand reached for the door knob from the tangle of wires he was trapped in and cried, "I SHOULD'VE STUCK TO GUNS!"

The blonde waited with clenched eyes and wet pants for the bomb to go off. He blinked and looked at the bomb that was frozen on the number 5. He smiled goofily and with a huge laugh of triumph yelled "YES!"

The explosion that followed destroyed everything in a 10 mile radius and took out the electricity of three neighborhoods. The remains of the house were seen scattered everywhere and someone was with Sharpner that night as he miraculously survived. How he did it no one was sure how but all gained a bit of respect for Sharpner quickly after.

Hehe I couldn't help myself. Someone wanted his plan to fail and well…I just couldn't help myself. Sure Sharpner's not dead and even "I" don't know how that happened. He's needed though for a bit and is needed to be used for something but don't worry, he's going to die soon.

I'm not telling but that's a thing I'd tell any one of you. Well I'll try to write quicker but the rush of school is killing me and with that 62 in bio I don't think I'll be on here for a while. I'll try to raise my grades for all of you though and keep working on the chapters as well. I hope I don't overload…

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