A note: I don't know why Indonesia really focuses into AFF nowadays. Win or not I don't care much (I'm not too nationalist). Fuaah, finally my story reaches the Saiba City Street Basket Party. I watched Rocky Horror while I wrote this, so…. (Forget it… it's crazy, I don't recommend you to watch it!)

Thanks for all readers for reading these chapters! Love you all! Hope you like it as much as I do…. ^_^

Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama

Part 18 Saiba City Street Basket Begins!

For almost one decade Saiba City was known for its special territory act in the world. Mr. Coolers built and dedicated it for Saiba citizens, who addicted to evil deeds. Special act mentioned that Saiba City couldn't be touched by law. Murdering, robbing, and many evil actions got no punishments at all. Fast money was okay and killing wasn't a big thing. In other hand, Saiba City was also well known as the city of heaven in earth. Prostitution in many variations grew like mushrooms in the rain. Drugs were legal, so did alcohols and violent.

However, the most fantastic part in Saiba City, which had been mentioned much time in this fanfiction, was sports mixed with gambling and blood was accepted.

Despite with its image as crime and evil city, Saiba City appeared as a very beautiful city. Each part in every street was full of luxury. Expensive car started from limousine, rolls royce, to racing car could be seen easily. Each building was decorated in Mediterranean style, added with murals. There's a big hall in the center of Saiba City, a place where our beloved Vegeta, Goku, and Piccolo were destined to come.

Most of citizens in Saiba City were youngsters. They dominated in every area in the city. Vegeta kept on driving his car when slowly but sure, some of them recognized him.

"That's master Vegeta!"

"Is he alive? I thought he's dead!"

"I'll bet my money on him for sure!"

Vegeta smirked hearing their responds. In the past he would never let someone commented on him without broken bones. Living in West City surely had softened his deadly habits. Piccolo still looked stoic. His green hand was busy holding his suitcase. In the other hand, Goku was amazed being inside Saiba City. He had never seen as interesting as Saiba City. The girls were lovely and wild; meanwhile the boys were savage yet mysterious.

"They're gangsters, part of Frieza's organization. There'll be a big party today so they're coming from all cities in the world. The bigger the party, the bigger the money. The bigger crime, I suppose to say, very interesting," Vegeta explained. "Don't try to attract anything. Some losers would try to kill you before the party, just to make their bet safer."

"Oh! Crap! Some chaps recognize you! You'll be in trouble!"

"I'm famous, idiot. I've lived in this city since I was born. Actually they won't hurt me because they know who I am," Vegeta clenched his teeth, "I was one of Frieza's henchmen, remember?"

Goku nodded, "And how long 'til we get into the basket hall? Hey, that's manga shop! Vegeta, could you stop for a while? I want to buy Heart no 9."

Vegeta had to stop the car because Goku crazily almost jumped from it. He didn't want his partner hurt before time. His partner, that word made his stomach jolted. Vegeta watched Goku jumped into the car, his hand was holding a shoujo manga, pink cover. "Shit! Are you reading manga for girls?"

"Just try it. It tells about a vicious racer Shoubu and his cute girlfriend Yume. I borrowed some from Bulma and finally collected them myself for fun. No wonder she sticks with you, she definitely like bad boy."

Vegeta held his breath, "I want to show you how bad I am, Kakarotto. Just wait until our business in this fucking place finished."

After one hour, they reached their destination. Saiba Hall was huge. It was dominated with white colored. Black sky made the white color contrasting in graceful way. The white glasses shone marvelously when they entered the hall. Even they arrived quite morning, the hall was nearly filled by people. Some of them were holding bunch of money and mentioned their chosen group. In the corner, they found few dead bodies. New dead bodies. Goku raised his eyebrows and his mouth dropped open. Vegeta enjoyed that situation very much.

"Well, it's the time, right? 8 AM, the first round," finally Piccolo opened his mouth. "Listen, I'm here not to help you. I have my own plan."

"Go to hell with your plan. I hate to say this, but I need your help today. West City is in our hand. We can't lose even one game," Vegeta sneered at him. "Frieza's game is immoral and abstract; two of you should terminate your shame and if needed, kill as many people as you can."

"What do you mean, Vegeta?"

The whole lamps in the hall suddenly turned on. In the middle of the hall, a big stage appeared from the floor. Frieza stood on it, dressed in thin tight purple costume. Many people shouted loudly and some of them cheered at him.

"People of Saiba City, I'm Frieza Cooler, your escort today!" Frieza smiled and licked his thick purple lips. "As I stated in your invitation, we'll have the biggest street basket in the whole world. Each team represents each city. Interesting, isn't it? Protecting your city or losing it, that's all."

The crowd yelled furiously toward Frieza. "You're asshole! Frieza you're FUCK! DAMN FUCK!"

Frieza kept smiling and continued his opening speech, "I expect no riot, guys. I don't want to kill anyone before I start the game."

The crowd stopped their voices. They're too afraid to say a word.

Vegeta curved a mocking smile. That Frieza's complete evil, only some sentence from him could make many people silent. Of course, that fuck could cut someone's throat without blinking his nasty eyes.

"We had 200 groups here! Let's cut it half or we won't have enough time!" Frieza laughed. "Please each representative of the teams takes one item from the street basket committee in the Babalos Street. I give you three hour to return here. Be careful, there's only 100 items!"

Goku almost wanted to go to the place called Babalos when Vegeta held his arm.

"Vegeta! We have to move fast! Everyone's going!"

"Do you hear Frieza? He wanted the fucking groups to return here after getting the items, right? Just kill the returned teams and stole their items," Vegeta snapped. "Do you believe that there's 100 items? There are only 25 or less. He wanted the strongest of all; he'll let us kill ourselves without losing his energy. That asshole bastard!"

"Hah?" Goku stared at him with high level of curiosity. "You should explain this before we arrived here, Vegeta! I… I'm shocked! I couldn't think of killing people! I…"

"Don't be silly. Kill or be killed!"

"I… I don't want to continue this. This isn't basket! This is crime!" Goku's face turned white. He never wanted to kill anybody for whatever reason. He had to go. Vegeta could read his mind.

"I know you'll be shocked and run, dammit. I don't want to screw up anything," Vegeta looked worried. His arrogant voice changed. "Damn, just when I need you you run. GO ON ASSHOLE! I DON'T NEED YOU!"

Piccolo laughed hard, "this is an interesting drama, and you could move my heart!"

"What? Captain, this is serious, I…"

"Listen, kid, that jerk didn't ask you to kill everyone. Just one deadly blow and people will collapse easily. Let's follow his instructions; we don't have any strategies besides following him, right?"

Goku starred at Piccolo, and turned his eyes toward Vegeta, "Fine! Vegeta! Stop talking about killing anyone! You make me nervous! I'm not killing anybody!"

"Fine, you don't have to kill any living thing!"

"So do you!"

"I'm sorry?" Vegeta raised one of his eyebrows. "What did you say?"

"Please try not to kill them!" Goku shouted. "Killing only brings revenge. Endless revenge. We're here to save the city! We are here to stop Frieza!"

Frieza gave a loud applause. He came toward them.

Frieza said politely, "Nice to hear you want to stop me, Goku."

Both Goku and Vegeta couldn't able to say anything. Goku was too terrified to scream, while Vegeta couldn't able to control himself.

Vegeta was filled with anger he wanted to punch Frieza's face until his last breath. Bulma had taken all fears inside him, all of his fears and endless guilt. Frieza would know that he's no longer the same Vegeta 3 months ago. He's the different one, and he's got something inside him again, burning like hell. It's his pride. However, it's useless to answer Frieza.

Vegeta knew he should stay calm. That would make that fag angrier.

Frieza knew it. He stayed away from Vegeta. Save the best for the last!

"Tell me, where's Dende? Where do you keep him?" Piccolo said curtly, couldn't hide his sadness and anger. "Tell me!"

"Piccolo, the captain of West school, the only brother of Neil. Nice to meet you," Frieza was trying to copy some dialogues from Lord of the Rings. "Welcome to my small hut, Piccolo."

"Cut your fucking introduction. Where's Dende?"

"That small doctor of yours? I put him in a safe place, well… Sometimes I fuck him. Tiny butt, yet lovely," Frieza answered and smiled, "Why? Do you miss your little doll?"

"Let him say anything. angry wouldn't help," Vegeta told him. "let him go, Piccolo."

Rage boiled inside Piccolo's chest. He turned his face away, hoping didn't hear anything. Vegeta had mentioned that Frieza was immoral and abstract. The best thing that he had to keep inside was cool demeanor and solid concentration, or he would lose in the game.

Frieza knew that piccolo wasn't ordinary person. He licked his lips again, and then faced Goku. "So, do you want to stop me?"

"Yes, of course! I won't allow darkness controls this beautiful city! This craziness should be ended and your cruelty," Goku pointed out the dead body, fresh blood spilled out of them, "must be stopped immediately."

"Stop that miss universe speech, make me turn on," Frieza turned away and his henchmen followed. "See you in the next round, sugar."

Vegeta finally smiled, "At least I can count on you two."

"Beating that arrogant pig, you can count on me," Goku told him. "I'll do that involuntary."

"Good. Now come on, let's find some groups and take several items." Vegeta continued, "With a guy like him, always do several things ahead."

Vegeta was right.

In the middle of the crowd Frieza asked each team to collect 3 items for each group. The mass began crawled and fought. Vegeta laughed real hard when some youngsters tried to get their items: 3 black mascaras, 3 pairs of string stockings, and 3 red lipsticks. Goku knocked them out and stayed closer with Vegeta. Vegeta's katana made none got closer to him. In the opposite, Goku's cutting knife made them roared and crazily after him. Piccolo finally showed the tool inside his suitcase, an iron double stick.

"Yeah, that's what I've got, a Stephen Chow and Bruce Lee," Vegeta laughed harder. "Celestial movie is quite contaminating."

"Sorry I made you disappointed, Vegeta. But your toy's the worst. You're using girl's tool. The mark of Hattori Hanzo on the sheath implied that katana once belonged to the famous assassin, the bride."

Smile vanished from Vegeta's face. It was a direct blow into his pride.

"Well, that's cool." A cool face smiled at him. "I always wanted a real katana from Hattori Hanzo. Dad never lends it to me."

"Humph, of course it's original. The hijacked one is degenerating stuff." Vegeta didn't like talking with strangers, especially the one with purple hair. "Kakarotto, stop playing around with that silly weakling! Finish him soon!"

Goku hit the punk's neck and he fell to the floor, "I did it!"

The big bell rang loudly over and over. Time was up.

Frieza slowly grabbed the mike, "TIME'S UP! Now, wear those items and we'll start the 2nd round! Don't think twice, wear them or get lost!"

With trembling hands, Vegeta forced himself not to destroy those items. "When I lay my hands in his body, I'll tear him apart! That scumbag! Asshole fag get lost to his… his damned hell!"

Goku and Piccolo hated wearing them. Moreover, they didn't know how to wear it, properly. After some tormenting seconds, they decided wearing those damned mascaras, lipsticks, and string stockings.

"GODDDD! I'm similar with Emporio Ivankov the queen of Kamabacca!" Goku yelled. His sound was hard to comprehend, whether happy or devastated. "I'm deadly sure Eiichiro Oda also watches Rocky Horror Picture Show like that silly fanfic author!"

"Kakarotto, don't you ever say something illusory like that!" Vegeta sounded irritated. "I can't wear striped Bottega Veneta shirt with this fucking string! What should I do with my trousers?"

"Cut it into short," Piccolo had cut his long jeans into short too. "This situation fits with one of your word, Vegeta, degenerating."

"If Bulma see me in this, I'll better kill myself."

All of the sudden Goku remember Bulma and Small Bee. He called it softly, over and over. Goku didn't want anyone knew about it. "Small Bee, your master calls you. Need answer immediately. Small Bee…."

Then, the tiny robot came out from Goku's pocket. Small Bee moved closer to Goku's face, "ready to perform, master. What do you need?"

"I want you to record every situation in this hall. Everything, especially that freaky thin guy with purple hair. Right, that ugly one with purple lipstick. By the way, what kinds of protection that can you do?"

"I can do kage bunshin no jutsu, shadow clone jutsu. I can bite and attack everyone who threaten you master," Small Bee answered sheepishly. "I also can do sharingan, read someone's movement before they move."

"Whoa… You're ninja's stuff…." Goku pressed his voice. "Bulma's cool."

"Who's cool, Kakarotto?" Vegeta drew closer to him. "I heard you mention Bulma, do you have some arrangements with my girl?"

"Small Bee, keep on recording this hall until I call you. Oh, ignore that creepy guy in blue striped shirt even he tries many times to attack me, he's my friend. And never attack the bald green one over there, he's my friend too."

"I get it master."

"So, did she ask you something? You look scared, am I right?" asked Vegeta again. He slammed a boy who tried to kick his stomach with amazing speed, "answer me Kakarotto."

"No, I look scared because you're intimidating. No, Bulma only said that you're a great fucker, that's all."

"Your impudent mouth will pay," then Vegeta backed toward the middle stage. Frieza rang the bell again, telling that round two would start sooner than everyone might expect.

"Now, we look happier, don't we? Ah, there are 4 teams left!" Frieza exclaimed. "The losers, all of you may move into audience's seat!"

Frieza pushed a button and from the floor appeared lots of chairs. Thousands of chairs were ready. Frieza called the four groups into the stage: Vegeta's team, Red Ribbon androids, Pilaf Robotics, and Ginyu Force. Frieza asked the representatives to pull the ball, to decide who fight who.

Goku went on and got no.4. Vegeta pushed him because he was too lazy to move on the stage. They should fight with Red ribbon androids in the next 30 minutes. They got the second turn. Goku hardly smiled because he had destroyed red Ribbon team 2 years ago. They had vengeance toward him.

Red Ribbon androids looked real strong. The big muscled with red hair was called no. 16. His cold appearance and Arnold Schwarzenegger's face was terrifying yet interesting for him. No. 17 and no. 18 was teenage twins. They looked not to strong, but they had something frightening. They're in the same age with him.

"Androids? Are they really androids? Can they feel the pain?" Vegeta was wondering while he was watching Pilaf robotics versus Ginyu Force. "Maybe my katana can prove it."

"They're dangerous, never let your guard down, "the purple boy showed up again. He smiled, "Never ever think twice and cut their neck as fast as you could."

Vegeta felt angry because he didn't like that boy, "watch yourself or I'll cut your neck in seconds."

Frieza explained the regulation, "60 minutes game, the winner is the bigger score with living body!"

"Mr. Son," the purple boy whirled toward Goku, "I expect you to order Small Bee to protect you now. You're in dangerous situation, you've no choice."

"Pilaf felt down! How stupid!"

Goku gasped, "How could you know…. Small Bee's is our secret… Are you Bulma's other," Goku turned down his voice and whispered, "Bulma's other boyfriend?"

The boy laughed. That kind of laughing was familiar with Goku. Ha had seen that laughing style many times, but he couldn't recall where, when, and who.

"Ginyu Force landed another score! Great slam dunk, Butler!"

"They're real androids, sending to kill you. You had destroyed Red Ribbon basketball group and made Dr. Gero's son crippled. They wanted a payback on you."

"Gee, thanks. I'll remember that. But, how could you know about Small Bee?"

"I know it because my mother made that small insect android. I'm here to tell you something, and I only have 10 minutes left. 10 days from now, Frieza will kidnap and kill Vegeta. Please rescue him."

Goku was confused. He tried to absorb each words of that boy.

I know it because my mother made that small insect android…..

"My holy Mandello!" Goku copied Piccolo's favorite words, "You're…."

"Mai tried to score! Beauty girl with long hair! She failed to score! Our captain Ginyu cut her shoot!"

"I had no time! Please help me, Mr. Son… Goku… See you later!"

He's Bulma's son. That boy said something will happen 10 days from today.

"Bird brain! What are you thinking? Why are you talking with that nasty boy? I don't like him. Maybe Frieza asked him to spy on us," Vegeta said slowly. "My, they're so boring. Pilaf Robotics asshole, too weak! Even that Ginyu fuck scored 30 points in 10 minutes."

Goku didn't answer. All he wanted to do now was telling Vegeta and Piccolo to kill their next enemy. They're extremely dangerous. No. 18, the beautiful girl had crushed someone's head for touching her pretty ass. White and red colors mixed and she stepped on it.

"Vegeta, I have to tell you something…."

PS: I'm thinking how to input love story in between the Saiba fight... hmmm... Maybe watching another cult movie will help...