Chapter 15: V for Vengeance

A/N: Well right now my main objective is to finished up a couple of stories so I can start 07 up fresh, and that's exactly what I plan to do. With that being explained. Let us have a little recap of Framed!. Vegeta, a runaway Ex-cop that is wanted for allegedly shooting a man off the roof of a 14 story building. Vegeta runs off to an old friend in Grill and reside there for the moment. While staying put inside Grill's workplace. Grill's granted him the permission to stay there as a repercussion he must do various "favors" for him, while Vegeta's out doing these favors he'll earn money and find out more about the man who framed him.

Chapter 15: V for Vengeance

"I hate this." Groaned Vegeta. Vegeta turned on the engine and drove off to the restaurant. He arrived at the entrance of Oratona Restaurant.

At the entrance stood a waiter.

"May I help you?"

"There's a man there waiting for me."

"Name?"

"Grill."

"Yes he's over there by the window. By the side."

Vegeta huffed and shoved the waiter out of his direction.

Grill sat there waiting for Vegeta.

"Took you long enough." Smiled Grill.

Vegeta stood there and tossed him the ring. Grill examine the ring and looked back Vegeta.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"This isn't the ring."

"What!" Yelled Vegeta.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You said the ring with the skull with red ruby in the left eye and the blue ruby in the right."

"I said what?"

"Red ruby in the left blue ruby in the left."

"No you muscle headed moron I said red in the right and the blue in the left. I know, because I wrote it on the damn paper Vegeta. Here take this worthless shit back." Groaned Grill before tossing the ring back at Vegeta.

"What the hell is the difference? It is the same thing isn't it? Besides the fact that the eyes are different colors?"

"You want to know the difference? You want to know the fucking difference Vegeta? Fine I'll tell you the difference. This ring is fake asshole! You brought me a fake ring!" Shouted Grill.

"Wait, why would Nappa hold a ring that wasn't real?" questioned Vegeta.

"Nappa knows I'm after the ring. He almost killed me for the ring."

"Why is the ring so important?"

"Why Vegeta? Heh. Do you remember the heist of 02?"

"Yeah, 400 million dollars was stolen. And?"

"And me and Nappa were in on the heist. Along with some others, but the fact was that Nappa grabbed the most expensive part of the robbery. The grandiose ring. Knowing that he would live in such an embellished life. While I live in such a place where I have to hide out."

"You live in a mansion! What the hell are you talking about?" Exclaimed Vegeta.

"That's because I live under a false name dimwit, I didn't need the FBI on my case so I decided to ditch the problem and pursue Nappa, and obtain what was originally mine! Now do you see why this is of the utmost importance to me Vegeta?"

"Not really but I'll retrieve the ring back."

"Great. Take this." Smiled Grill as he handed Vegeta an envelope.

"What the hell is this?"

"It should be of good guidance for you."

"Alright."

"Now disperse, I must attend to this cold meal because of your incompetent thinking." Complained Grill as he brushed off Vegeta to leave."

Vegeta turned and left swiftly. "This fool is really lucky I'm on the run, nobody talks to me like I'm a sack of manure. Ho! Your time will come Grill. Your time will." Chuckled Vegeta with a smirk. Vegeta looked back at Grill. Grill looked up at Vegeta and waved him off.

"Hold on. Will you hurry your big ass up? Nappa's men could be looking for you now."

Vegeta nodded reluctantly and left.

"This man will do anything to clear his name. The reckless fool."

Vegeta hobbled into his vehicle and turn on the ignition before hearing the cocking of a weapon.

"Don't even do it to yourself Vegeta. Take the car to the end of the block. Someone's waiting for you." Chuckled the man. Vegeta snarled and hesitantly drove the car down the block.

"Now turn on this block and get the hell out."

"You better hope that I don't see your face. Better pray to Kami. Heh heh."

"I don't think you're in the situation or the predicament to be the one trying to treating me."

"We'll see."

Vegeta drove into an alley with men standing everywhere with weapons at hand waiting for Vegeta to do the dumbest move. The Vegeta stopped the car with the instructions of the man in the car, and the man in front of him.

"Alright get out of the car. With your hands up!" Shouted the man.

"Get out the car." Ordered the man behind Vegeta.

"Great job Kewi. Well, well Vegeta I see you can't stay out of trouble huh?" Congraulated a man with long brown hair in a red and white suit he looked as if he was in resemblance from someone Vegeta knew.

"I don't think I've seen you before."

"Really? You don't even know your own nephew?"

"What? Who are you?"

"I'm Raditz's kid Gometa. Pleasure to meet you. Yeah I guess you wouldn't know that being that you killed my father!" Exclaimed the man.

I never knew Raditz had a kid. That would explain the long hair. What do you want from me?"

"Nothing more then to turn you into the cops, but that would be too easy for a person like you now wouldn't it? No I won't turn you in. Oh no. You're going to work for me now."

"Ha! And why would I work for you?" Questioned Vegeta.

"Simple, you're going to turn your back on Grill." Snickered Gometa.

"You must think that I have to be a insolent ignoramus to turn my back on the man that has kept me from the authorities since day one."

"That all won't matter, once I tell you this information you will defect to me."

"What are you talking about Gometa?"

"It's quite simple Vegeta. I think you had better watch yourself when you are with Grill. The man is setting you up."

"Where is this coming from? And why are you telling me this? I thought you want to kill me for killing your father?"

"I did, but seeing you in your current state. I don't think it would please me as much to see a man of your stature incarcerated by some lowly policemen. I rather help you and make sure that you're focus is only on me. Ha! So what do you say Vegeta? Will you listen to me and take down the man that's setting you up?"

Vegeta stared into Gometa black sickening eyes.

"I want to make sure that you're telling me the truth."

"Do what it takes Vegeta. Make sure that you make the right decision." Grinned Gometa. Vegeta scuffed, before he could turn to his car, he blacked out he was smacked across the face with kewi's handgun. Vegeta woke up in a bed, with a bandage on his left cheek. Vegeta felt a hand on his face and quickly shot up.

"What the hell happen? Where am I?" Shouted Vegeta as he held his face. Vegeta looked at the person touching his wounds. A beautiful woman with creamy looking hair and tight greenish spandex suit with yellow lines around the arms.

"Hey. You feeling better?" Asked the woman. Vegeta groaned and sat up against the bedpost.

"I've been hit with worse. That Kewi's going to get it next time I see him."

"You need to relax. You're so tense and you get riled up so quickly. You need to get some sleep."

"And who are you? My fucking therapist?"

"No I'm Yagurt. Gometa's "assistant", as he likes to refer to me as. He told me to try to convince you into helping him take down Grill. I really think you should consider helping Gometa. Grill has been known to back stab a lot of people I'm letting you know as a precaution to be careful with him. Vegeta looked into Yagurt's eyes. He could see the fear and worry in them. Feeling the sincerely Vegeta rose and put on his shirt and looked at Yagurt.

"If Grill's really as bad you say he is, then I'll take care of him personally." With that, Vegeta left. Yagurt smiled and flopped on the bed.

"Damn he sexy." Squealed Yagurt. Vegeta jumped into his car and skidding into the street.

"Well Grill lets see if they're really telling the truth." Grinned Vegeta. Vegeta laughed off towards Grill's house hoping to get something together in all this confusion.

Wanted to throw in a quickie before the new year. I'm finally back in the game.

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