Chapter 7: Here's your first mission
A/N: Vegeta was let into the house of his old friend Grill. By paying his debt, Vegeta has to go out and handle a couple of 'problems'. Vegeta accept the deal knowing that each and every job could lead him to the person that framed him.
Chapter 7: Here's your first mission
"Here Vegeta. Everything you're going to need." Vegeta looked down at the briefcase that was given to him.
"This is it?" Asked Vegeta.
"Yeah is that a problem?" Chuckled Grill.
"No. It's just that I thought I would need more."
"What you think you're going to shoot someone or something? Ha! I can't put you on that risk yet. I just need you to do a task for me."
"Great. Just great. Now refresh my memory and remind me on what my mission is again?"
"If I say it anymore I might send Bulma on this job. I just want you to go see this person names Yamcha. He hasn't given me my pay, and I want to know why. He lives on some resort on Orangeville."
"Whatever. I know I'm not walking." Vegeta scoffed as he began to pick up his bags.
"Oh you not walking, you're going to take the bus."
Vegeta dropped his bags with his jaw basically touching the floor.
"What?! Are you fucking out of your mind? I am not taking a bus to do this fucking job alright? How dangerous does it look when a person comes up to you off a damn bus! That's not scary!"
"Alright alright! I'll give you a grand. Just a grand. For each job, I'll pay you more. Now go make sure I get my money from Yamcha by tomorrow!" Barked Grill. Picked up his briefcase and looked at Grill.
"This better be for my benefit."
"Of course it is. Now take the grand and get the hell outta here." Vegeta looked at the cash and took off.
Grill looked at Vegeta and laughed as he walked into his house.
"I can't believe this. I'm wanted by the state and here I am about to take the bus. There's got to be a better way to get to this fools house. Vegeta looked around to see if there was anything to he could get his hands on. There parked motorcycle
"What's with me and motorcycles?" Wandered Vegeta. Vegeta shrugged and walked over to the motorcycle.
"The idiot left his keys inside the motorcycle? What an ass."
Vegeta moved the motorcycle to the street when he heard a yell.
"Vegeta! What the hell are you doing?" Yelled Krillin.
"No time Chrome dome . I need this." Snapped Vegeta as he rode off. Krillin looked on.
"Ah man I was just getting the hang of that. 18's going to kill me." Groaned Krillin as he scratched his head and decided to fly home. Vegeta sped to his target.
"I want to get this over as soon as possible. Doing this already reminds me of what I already done in my past." And on he went. Not knowing what was coming to him.