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Part 15 Before Frieza Game

West High School Basket team surely had a problem. Piccolo was absent from their routine after school practice. Tien already had said that Piccolo had another thing to do in two or more days. As the vice leader of the basket team, Tien replaced Piccolo's responsible. He ordered Goku to train first grade members and the second grades into Yamucha hand. Tien enjoyed his new position more than he ever expected. Even though everything went by peacefully, the whole training session felt completely different without Piccolo.

"Kakarotto, I didn't see the bald green Namec. Where the fuck is he? Isn't he supposed to give me an answer today?" Vegeta walked over Goku, sounding annoyed.

Goku was busy with his training, but he still stopped a while for answering Vegeta. None could ignore that kind of annoying behavior.

"Piccolo definitely will hit you on your head if he heard your rude question, Vegeta." Goku grinned, showing his white teeth. "I guess something very extremely awful happened to him. Piccolo devotes himself into the team he will come in whatsoever condition."

"Fuck him!" Vegeta gave a squeal.

"Why don't you give him a call? Maybe you can visit his apartment, Vegeta." Goku tried to give him solutions. "Piccolo would appreciate your effort, and he might join…."

"Shut your fucking mouth up, stupid! Are you out of your mind, telling me to call or visit that green Namec? Sounds disgusting." Vegeta interrupted him and walked off.

"Goku, he's really rude, isn't he?" Yajirobe asked. He was Goku's classmate. His big fat body was the bulkiest in the team. "You shouldn't be friend with him, he may cause you some troubles."

"Come on, he isn't that bad! He might looks like an asshole bastard, but he's lonely deep inside." Goku told him. "He just needs some time to adjust everything." Goku had already come to the opinion that Vegeta rotten behavior was caused by his loneliness, fearsome, and Frieza's cruelties. He should tolerate him more.

"Yeah, I heard all about the Frieza thing yesterday. I'll help you Goku, but if the situation become too dangerous, I'll run."

"Sounds great Yajirobe! Fine, let's practice again!"

Goku dribbled the basket ball in his hand and showed his jump shoot. The ball entered the ring smoothly. His friends clapped their hands and listened to his explanation.

Vegeta actually despised because Piccolo hadn't given him answer. He really needed Piccolo's answer. He needed his help. Recently, Vegeta had learned that Piccolo APG, Apartheid Policy toward Green, was an established political group. Actually it was a branch of the APGO, Apartheid Policy toward Green Organization, world class organization political group. Having Piccolo in his side meant having strong support. That was the reason why Vegeta became a bit grumpy, yet he still trained with Yamucha and others.

"I'm joining you to protect this city." Yamucha claimed when Vegeta was around him. "I'll join to help you and Goku."

"Really? I'm bloody positive that you have a double agenda in your mind. You're still trying to get her back, aren't you?" Vegeta smirked. "That won't work against me."

Yamucha face was turning red. Vegeta really hit the sore spot in his vulnerable heart. He realized that he won't win against Vegeta in basket ball. So, he was thinking to change Bulma's opinion about him by helping Vegeta and Goku. In fact, Yamucha hoped Vegeta might die during the basket fights against Frieza. Then, he would mend Bulma's broken heart. Once again, the beautiful blue-headed girl would be his girlfriend.

That would be his perfect plan.

"Forget it, sucker." Vegeta harsh voice bumped Yamucha back into reality. "Bulma is mine."

Yamucha drew a deep breath. Goku's warning in chapter 11 came into his head. You shouldn't blame yourself for your bad luck, Yamucha. This always happens toward secondary character in every literature. Even it happens in some fan fictions.

"Darn bastard, Vegeta! I'll proof you that I'm an ultimate star in this fan fiction…. " Yamucha mumbled. His voice trailed off. Poor Yamucha, he still didn't realize that he was the secondary character in this fan fiction.

After the training session had finished, Vegeta took Bulma's hand and went off the hall. Bulma, as always, spent her time watching Vegeta exercise. She was so happy because Vegeta hold her hands.

"Vegeta, my parents phoned that they'll arrive tonight." Bulma said cheerfully.

"Your parents are quite busy, aren't they? They said that they would go for two weeks but it's been more than a month."

"Did I forget to tell you? They decided to take a kind of honeymoon in Bali. My mother only thinks about cakes and love. She wouldn't mind anything. My father goes with her sometimes."

"You really have a happy family," he said.

"That's real funny. Your words sound jealous. Well, perhaps we could make a happy family too. Me, you, and one or two kids." Bulma laughed hard. "Oh, shit! I'm just a seventeen years old teenager but I have imagined having children and such! You're a complete asshole, Vegeta! You and your pathetic way of life make me wondering over stupid things!"

"That's not bad, I suppose say. I would name him Vegeta the fourteenth."

"What are you saying? No! I won't give that name! Boxer sounds better for me!"

"Bulma, you complete moron! Don't you have any dignity? That underwear pun won't work out well! Everyone will laugh at our son!"

"That vegetable pun won't work also! Vegeta the fourteenth? Vegeta the fourteenth my ass!"

They shouted upon each other until they reached the car. Bulma slammed the door harshly. Vegeta widened his eyes.

"Hey, don't be angry to me and my car, damn you! We're debating about something that doesn't really exist!"

After one or two long pauses, Bulma finally managed a smile. "I'm thinking too much, right? I wish our debate will be reality someday, Vegeta. I wish everything will be all right after our next fight in Saiba City. You and Goku come back safely and just fine. We can spend time together…."

Vegeta began to kiss her, soft little kisses. Bulma smiled and replied his kisses.

"I hope you'll come back to me, safely…."

In other place, Piccolo made a report in West Police Department. He reported Dr. Dende as the missing man. The police promised to do their best. Piccolo also contacted Dr. Dende's friend, Detective Satan. Detective Satan was the best detective in the century, along with the great Holmes or Poirot. Detective Satan invited Piccolo into his office.

"Welcome, Piccolo. Long time no see, oui?" Detective Satan asked him in. "It's been difficult case, according to your short explanation in the phone."

"That's right, monsieur Satan. We're involved in a very terrible case. I believe everything connected with Frieza and his father, Cola Cooler. They had kidnapped Dende."

"Any explanation, everything? I need details." Detective Satan twirled his thick moustache. "I know everyone afraid of working against the Coolers. They're the most dangerous family in this world. But once again, I'm the best agent ever. Never doubt that! Dende is my best friend, I'll do anything to save him. You can count on me, boy."

Then, Piccolo explained about Frieza and his warnings. He also brought the copy of Frieza video. Piccolo told detective Satan about Vegeta's arrival at school. He continued his explanation about the invitation for the street basket party in the Saiba City. Afterwards, Piccolo explained about Dr. Dende's warnings toward Avocado Hitler and the last holocaust fifty years ago.

"Why don't you tell me all the information in some short conversations?" Detective Satan asked politely. "We'll make some points clear to several new fan fiction readers, Piccolo."

Piccolo nodded, "If I do that, Detective Satan, the rest chapters wouldn't be reread by them. Let it be, for author's sake. Some nice readers would even give their reviews."

"Ah, bon!" Detective Satan exclaimed. "Well, I might involve some new guys in this research. Would it be fine?"

"I trust you, Detective. But you must be very careful. I don't want anything happen to you."

"C'est bien, Piccolo. You want everything ends well, don't you?"

"Of course, detective. Au revoir."

"Au revoir, Piccolo."

As soon as Piccolo left, Detective Satan quickly decided to call his best friends for help. He couldn't do this alone. First, he called the 007 agent, Mr. Bond, the stirred not shaken man. Then he continued calling another agent, Mr. Simon Templar, the great saint. And he continued and continued.

Capsule Corp. was a very large and exquisite building in the West City. You might find luxury in every aspect, from complete laboratory to large jacuzzi with small bar in it. Capsule Corp. was obviously amazing because the Briefs were the richest family in the West City. There, Bulma and her family led a wealthy life.

Bulma was cooking dinner with Vegeta when she heard the Briefs were coming to the kitchen. She didn't expect them to come home at that time for they're cooking only with briefs. In fact, Vegeta and her were having a bit of fun in the kitchen.

"You've said that they canceled their flight, idiot." Vegeta face filled with shock and terror. "I can't go to my room by now. What a shame, showing myself to your parents in boxer."

"Come on, I also wear bikini. Don't overdo your mind." Bulma chuckled. "Have I told you that you're a sexy chef?"

"Your crazy idea dragged me into despair. Why should I listen to a moron like you?"

"Because you like my idea."

"I should never listen to your fucking idea in my whole life."

"Just try to be relax, Vegeta."

Then Mrs. Briefs entered the kitchen followed by her husband. They had smelled some tasty scents from living room.

"Smells good. What are you cook…. Are you making a beach party?" Mrs. Briefs smiled watching Bulma and Vegeta in their briefs. "It's very nice garment that you're wearing dear."

Bulma blushed. "Do you really think that way mom? Vegeta said that I looked like two dollars teenage hooker in it."

"Vegeta is a very bad liar, sweety. You look amazing." Mrs. Briefs replied with smile on her face. "Your bikini really suits your eyes."

Bulma face was red.

"What are you saying? You should be blushed because of shame, not proud or else." Vegeta whispered softly into Bulma's ear. "Excuse me, everyone. I think I'll go to my room to cover myself."

"Why do you have to change? It's nice to see you have fun here," Mr. Briefs spoke. "What is that? Is it Okonomiyaki, a Japanese pizza? I want to try it."

This time Vegeta face turned red, "yeah, I got the recipe from internet. Japanese are really creative."

Mr. Briefs wasn't angry to him. Moreover, he permitted him. It felt like getting caught doing something terrible and got redemption.

"Dad, don't eat it. It tastes awful because our clever Vegeta here completely forgot to add mayonnaise into it." Bulma warned her father. "In fact, why did you come home earlier? You said that you two will spend another night in Bali City."

"We did, actually. But your mother got homesick, so here we are." Mr. Brief bit his piece. "It's okay even without mayonnaise. You should try it babe. By the way Vegeta, I met Cola Cooler, your ward in Bali City. His business grows fast! This Cooler seems to be making more gold than ever! He offered me some business, but I refused. It seemed black market or something. It sounds fishy and dangerous. He's not a good person, your ward. Ahem, sorry for talking rude toward your ward, son."

Vegeta smiled bitterly, "I don't mind. Do you tell me that I'm staying here, sir?"

"No, son." Mr. Briefs smiled. "Your lawyer stated before that your presence here is a big secret, even toward your only ward. Hardly to speak, does the World Trade Organization belong to you? Mr. Nappa didn't give me proper explanation about your background."

"Well, my family's belonging is actually Vegeta Enterprises, which is the crucial part of World Trade Organization. World Trade Organization is bigger now thanked to Mr. Cooler, my ward and also the only partner of my late father, sir."

"That's amazing. You're one of the riches families in the world, I believe."

Vegeta nodded and smiled proudly, "Yes, that's true, sir. Actually, my family shared the same blood with Avocado Hitler and the Great Tsar. We're pure blooded Saiyan."

"That's more than I expected, son. You're part of the royal family and rich… It's my honor to accept you here."

"Do you have royal status, Vegeta?" Mrs. Briefs asked. "Yeah, like duke, count, or something."

"I haven't had the ceremony yet, but my father was a king."

"How could you, you never tell me about this, Vegeta!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta and pinched his arm. "Why did you do this to me, you damn weasel!"

"Let my arm off, you moron," Vegeta said in soft voice. "Try to behave in front of your lousy parents. They're watching at us."

"I don't care! Why did you always hide everything from me?" Bulma jumped on Vegeta and hit him many times.

"Bulma, darn you it hurts!"

"Promise me you won't keep everything by your side, again!"

"Crap! I promise! Get off me will you!"

Mrs. Briefs winked at Vegeta. "Honey, I think we're watching a love scene here. What a surprise! We left for months and here comes a couple!"

Mr. Briefs ignored his wife and take another piece of Okonomiyaki, "You're too romantic honey. However that's impossible. Our daughter already has a boyfriend."

Bulma smiled sheepishly to Vegeta, "my mother only concerns about love and cakes, so she's smart at it. Just ignore her."

However, Vegeta thought the otherwise. It was the right time to tell them.

"I would like to tell two of you, Mr. and Mrs. Briefs. Bulma and I, we are couple now."

There was a pause. A long one.

The Briefs were a bit bemused. They didn't say any words.

Then, Bulma smiled and hugged Vegeta.

Sure, her boyfriend was full of surprise!

In other place, Goku was walking toward his bedroom when he heard several light taps on his door. Goku muttered and tried to ignore the taps, but the taps became louder. You've got to be kidding on me! Why is this happening to me? Why now?

Goku opened the door and found Piccolo stood there, in front of his door. Piccolo face was troubled. Goku sensed that this had happened before. My dear love! Why should all troubled people come into my house? Do I look like a priest who gives salvation? I do have my own life!

"What's wrong with you? You look pale, Captain Piccolo." Goku greeted him. "Come on, rest a while in my house." Darn! I have to do this! I'm a nice person after all!

"Goku, I got to tell you this… Dende is kidnapped by those savages… I couldn't stop thinking bad about Dende. I asked for help, yes. But somehow I hardly assured myself about Dende's safety. It feels like a nightmare. I promise that I'll kill them. I'll kill Frieza and his comrades if he laid any fingers toward my precious Dende!"

"Captain, calm down, okay?" Goku asked him to sit on the sofa. "I see. Is that the reason behind your absent today?"

"You're absolutely correct. Those evils should get revenge! How could they do such thing to purely innocent person like Dende? He is missing! I don't know what to do…."

Goku never saw Piccolo in this degenerate state of mind. He always looked calm and wise.

"I would kill them if Dende is killed. I swear to my Holy Mandello that they should pay everything if…."

"Captain, being mad won't help Dr. Dende. You should stay calm and think about a plan..."

"Fuck all! I don't care any bloody plan! Goku, come with me to Saiba City! We must save Dende!"

"Captain, that's not a nice idea..."

"Come! You and me, we're strong enough to kill all of them!"

"Captain, let my hand off. You're crazy right now... and I'm afraid... Let me go!" Goku tried to let himself free from Piccolo, but Piccolo, with anger covered his mind, was strong.

"Come!"

"NOO!" Shit! These dialogues sound gay between males, like the beginning of a raping case or whatsoever. I should stop this at once!

Goku finally slapped Piccolo's face. "Calm down I say! Captain, Dr. Dende is in danger, I know! We have to save him, yes that's right! But you, being mad like this, will give no advantage at all!"

"You're right! But Dende really needs my help! I should help him!"

"Captain Piccolo... please."

Then Piccolo cried. He was being unreasonable. He couldn't stop crying for hours.

Goku sighed. This really takes his time longer that he has hinted at. He's running out time.

"Captain…. It is middle of the night, you must go home." Goku reminded Piccolo after hours. Piccolo finally stopped crying.

He had turned into ordinary Piccolo, who was calm and wise.

"It's too late at night, why don't you share your bed?" Piccolo walked straight toward Goku's bedroom. "You don't mind sharing your bed, do you?"

"Captain! No you can't!"

Neglecting Goku warning, Piccolo continued, "Don't be ridiculous Goku. I'm tired."

Piccolo entered the room and found Chichi sitting on the bed. She flushed real red.

Piccolo face was turned red too.

I have told you, Captain. I told you before.

"Fuck you, why didn't you tell me that…." Piccolo remembered that he had cried for hours. He had cried when Chichi was there, staying in the next room.

Goku blushed and cleared his throat, "I can explain Captain. Chichi came to clean my house last afternoon. She was so tired and slept there. Then, she was sleeping when I came after the training session. I moved her into my bedroom. Well, we're about to clean my room together when you came. Believe me, I haven't done anything to her just yet…. Well you came in the exact time…."

"In your case Goku, I would be thankful to be convinced by your story." Piccolo mocked him. "I really know that I can count on you."

Goku looked embarrassed. That's why I hate your coming! You came in the wrong time Captain!

Piccolo turned back before he had reached the exit, "I'll join with Vegeta and you in protecting our city. I'll tell APG members about this. And Goku, I should say this, you should wear protection. We don't want anything happened before time, right?"

"Right captain," Goku forced a smile. Shit! You've got to be kidding on me, again!