Party Woes

A/N: Has it been awhile? Yes it has, hope you enjoy the update.

"You're positive about the intel?" One larger man with several scars over his face as he looked from his position overlooking the main gathering, "It's not his M. O. There's way too much security Krillin, how can you even be sure that he'll make an appearance?"

Releasing a sigh he brought his hands up and began loosening his red tie from around his neck, "Don't start turning into Eighteen on me Yamcha. I mean seriously I know Kakarot's file better than anyone else. I know i'm still young but this is my big one, from witness statements, phone logs, and even black market rumors about this job. It's way too big not to involve one of the best."

The small hotel room shared by the two detectives as a part of the still young IPTF or interplanetary police task force were currently, due to partial jurisdiction reasons due to the one of the suspects and the other being that… well no one wanted to be hunting down the cleaner Kakarot. A top notch assassin just was all kinds of bad for any police work, a man who had problems knocking off mob bosses and politicians, and wealthy elites wouldn't think twice about killing an officer or two. Which was the biggest problem, no one wanted to touch it, because there enough dirty and corrupt police units that wouldn't think twice about selling out someone else to have a favor owed or perhaps an exchange of currency for information on who was working his case.

Krillin wasn't stupid about what he was doing, but in fact it only made him more determined to finally succeed in capturing this notorious killer. Not only because if he managed to bring in Kakarot or known as Goku, Mr. Black, Son Kun, and many other aliases throughout his long career then it would give him one hell of a boost in a promotion and give some huge credibility to their fledgling organization.

Grabbing a small burger he had ordered from room service Krillin ate as he looked at the small wall holding up any number of images that had been taken by his team.

"Tien and Chaotzu are running lower security in the reception wing, leaving just us to watch from this little hovel." Yamcha groaned as he drew up his legs and pushed on the railing, boredom clearly evident in his face. "We should be down there running active surveillance, there's no point in being up here. Kakarot can just waltz right on in there and those two have no backup!" Throwing his hands up in exasperation as he looked up at the ceiling.

"Right, and none of this hard work has anything to do with the fact that this is a high brow party with lots of liquor and beautiful women right? Purely because you have the utmost sense of justice." Krillin slowly rolled his head towards his partner and just shook his head.

"Totally! So lets-"

"That's exactly why we're up here Yamcha." Krillin interrupted watching as his partner's face fell.

"Man," He groaned. "The party of the freaking year is just below our feet and we can't go and enjoy it."

"We're working?" Krillin snapped at him, "In case you forgot this is one of the biggest cleaners in the galaxy, responsible for more than-"

"Yeah yeah, one hundred and fifty two murders, three hundred assaults, five hundred charges of intimidation and extortion, and the current enslavement of a 'maid'," his fingers using air quotes as he spoke looking back up at the ceiling as he recanted what Krillin had said hundreds of times. "A believed earthling, missing daughter of the Ox-King though not confirmed it is highly suspected." He cleared his throat before doing a poor imitation of his fellow detective. "It is our sworn duty to bring to justice this man, for the safety of everyone else and to send a message to criminals that we won't tolerate this type of behavior and bring back a poor woman to her home." His head slumped back over the chair looking at Krillin upside down. "Did I miss anything their boss?"

Hitting the desk with his fist Krillin face grit in a measure of anger. "This isn't a fucking joke!"

"No it isn't but it sure feels like one." Yamcha shrugged locking his fingers behind his head.

"Fine, just get out of here then. Go do what you have to do and leaving the scouter behind so I can do some damn real police work." Krillin shouted, his finger pointing towards the door. "It makes sense why you 'volunteered' for this assignment." Muttering under his breath he pulled back open his file and went back to trying to figure out just how this event was going to go down.

Yamcha didn't say a word, a sullen expression on his face as he just shook his head at his short friend. Grabbing his jacket he made his way from the room. Knowing that the lead detective was just having another one of those moments. It had been a very long six months of no progress, and no matter how hard they had tried it seemed futile to try and compete with one of the best cleaners in the business.

But Krillin was hard headed, a good detective, he just didn't know when to take a break. Yamcha knew it had been almost three months since he'd gone back to Earth to spend time with his wife Eighteen. Perhaps it was just adding more strain to his marriage, but he couldn't force the guy home. Perhaps it was his size, or maybe it was the ribbing he got from his wife's brother seventeen.

This wasn't healthy for the guy, and Yamcha knew it was a fool's errand to at least to get Krillin out of the room and doing something else other than working. But good luck on him convincing him of that.

Not even looking back as the door closed from his hotel room Krillin released a sigh and walked over towards the window where they were overlooking the small crowd of people making their way inside. It was a big high brow gathering, a celebrity gathering, from politicians, to the wealthy, and insiders.

A gathering of many alien races would allow Kakarot to easily blend in. A mesh of so many faces and here and there people would be hard to detect.

"Such is the life," Krillin said with a heavy tone. Reaching at the pocket of his pants to pull free a small pack of cigarettes. A dirty habit, one that he never did back on Earth but the drawl of a cigarette always put him a bit more at ease. "Man Eighteen you would kill me if you caught me smoking." He chuckled knowing that his android wife would definitely throttle him if she ever found out he was smoking. Not that he did it often, well sometimes, he confessed in his head. "But don't worry babe once I finally get something on Kakarot I can come home for awhile. I can't let you down, nor can I let so many people that he's hurt get away with this without some kind of punishment.

Flicking his lighter Krillin pushed open the window so that his smoke might slip out without stinking up the room. A full breath in and back out, the taste of nicotine a good moment of reflection.

Why was he here? It was more than the right thing or his job, it was that Kakarot had killed his old boss. A 'do gooder' that needed to be rubbed out, one of the crime families wasn't happy with the way the new IPTF was working outside of the norm and had sent Kakarot to kill him, in the process the good man's entire family had been taken out as well.

The slow burning ember on his cigarette continued to elicit wisps of smoke as it trailed outside. "It's hard to let go of a man who simply kills like that. Even if we weren't very close, that could be anyone and I don't ever want to be at a funeral like that." He pulled the cigarette out as he blew a large puff into the air.

One for a whole family, it was such a cruel thing as their director was laid to rest alongside his wife and two children. Watching that scene made him settle in his conviction that Kakarot needed to be brought to justice, that act was enough motivation to push him forward.

Taking another slow draw of his cigarette Krillin looked back towards the wall of the room where all of his files were located. The biggest problem was actually physically stopping this cleaner, as he didn't rely so much on guile or subterfuge to do his line of work.

Pure strength, and he was one of the strongest. One might be lead to believe he was overconfident in himself, that somehow he would be prideful and vain and not take his competition seriously.

That would be a gross overestimation of his skill as a cleaner. He took his time on his jobs, spending months building up a solid rapport and understanding of the area and target to which he would be working with.

High value jobs especially like this one, perhaps through intimidation or death. The underground had rumored that Kakarot would be making an appearance at this awards ceremony. Who knew exactly why someone had paid off a hit man to take care of business here of all places, but they had.

Grinding the final stub of his cigarette into an ashtray Krillin put his hands in his pockets before slowly flipping back on his heels and took a seat down at his desk. "I know that you're coming here, of course the when and why are the two big questions…"

Pulling open a holo projector he flipped through numerous pictures and photographs taken by different recon and surveillance teams over the past five months. "So is your goal to bring your Maid with you and act as a decoy?" He muttered going back to take another bite of his burger which he had set down in his previous anger. It wasn't quite like back on Earth, but it wasn't bad. Wiping his mouth with a napkin Krillin continued to just glaze over the photographs of the second suspect.

Flipping his finger on the projector to move from image to image. 'What's your plan with her Kakarot? You've brought her to so many of your main stay appearances since she popped up on the Radar… but what are you going to do with that big belly of hers you sick bastard.'

The most recent image was one of Mrs. Black, the little event had taken place on a private yacht. A sort of swarray for couples. Housing a critical member of a major political party and his wife, this exclusive gathering was for the wealthy. A family health cruise, just with all of the amenities of the super rich, mostly those having paternal issues.

Turning to the recorded footage from the deck it wasn't hard to see just how at ease a professional was at their job when watching Kakarot work.

Watching the way Mr. and Mrs. Black were situated on the main lounge, both -in his mind- intentionally wearing black swim wear, his long knee short length black trunks and in a more reserved fashion was his maid in a full body one piece, covering her pregnant stomach, though not heavily pregnant she was more than clearly showing.

It was a bit stressful to watch as the pair looked nothing like the savage animals they were under that skin. Though he gave a bit of understanding to his maid who no doubt was a conditioned slave, several other girls had been recovered from Kakarot's supposed care and none of it was good, especially with the way Chi-Chi appeared.

It wouldn't be long until her own life would probably be forfeit, living out its usefulness to him. Like a child who plays with a shiny toy or listens to that song too many times. It becomes dull and less exciting.

All of it unfolded primarily here, where no doubt the major confrontation took place. "Mr. Ramos, lead treasurer, and spokesperson for the Revisionist party. A good man in my book, but clearly not liked by others. Why else would've someone funded this…"

[***]

Laying down on the lounge chairs was Mrs. Black, long black hair tied into a full bun with her bangs neatly cut framing her face and two long bands of hair running just along her ears. Her nails and lips painted the same dark black as reclined in the chair, a small book in her hand as she read up on tips and ideas for her upcoming pregnancy.

Good sunlight shined from from their backs as she relaxed, a small drink of tea set out on her side table as she just smiled and read from her book. Truly things were very peaceful as her 'husband' lounged beside her, a small tray of food ready to be enjoyed by his ravenous appetite.

They were the odd couple out of the bunch of snobbish whores and stuck up aristocrats. Not willing to enjoy themselves or have fun like the two of them. What was the point of a luxury cruise vacation and not have time to fool around in the bedroom?

Her pregnancy had made things only more intense. Looking towards her master she offered him a smile and a wink as he chuckled placing his hands behind his head. They just had to wait for a bit, as expected their target came into view. His wife in tow, a perhaps a month or so ahead of Chi-Chi's pregnancy.

They sat down putting a lounge chair between them as Mr. Ramos a shorter man around 5'8 and his wife 5'5 as both with blonde hair and a soft skin tone.

Both just wearing some casual lounging clothes no intention of going into the swimming pool, whatever early morning activities they had participated in had been skipped by the other couple beside them.

Cracking his knuckles behind his head he took a full breath. "Showtime."

Kicking one leg over the side he stood fully upright, his size already drawing the politicians attention as he turned to face the larger man smirking at him. "Mr. Ramos, we have some business to discuss."

The man went pale upon seeing the man stepping over the lounge chair and right beside him and his wife. "Listen, we're just here to relax so please whatever-"

Kakarot grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and hefted him into the air as his wife elicited a shriek at the action. Too bad Kakarot had already paid off the security to keep this area quiet. "Let go of my husband you brute!"

Holding him closer to the throat, Kakarot spun him around and slammed him into the ground, the floor cracked from the pressure as the contract killer leered his face closer. "I'm come with regards from the National socialists." He breathed in his face, his other fist hitting the man hard enough in the stomach to make him cough from the blow.

"You bastard don't hurt my-" Mrs. Ramos was grabbed by both wrists and pulled backwards by a force she didn't even see. Her head snapping backwards, to witness the woman who had been lounging moments before holding her wrists in a grip she couldn't even budge.

"It would be best for you to keep quiet, I don't have any desire to harm you." Chi-Chi spoke calmly but directly to Mrs. Ramos. "Do as you're told it would be best to not anger my master."

"Thank you my maid." Kakarot's pleased tone gave her a smile as his face turned towards her until he looked back at his target and his lips peeled back exposing his canines. "Now, listen here you little shit you're party will repeal the upcoming legislation and you will pay the National socialists several hundred thousand annually to make sure this never happens again." Squeezing the man's neck tightly Kakarot watched the way he choked and sputtered.

Intimidation wasn't his favorite, but it was fine. Zamasu had lined up his latest contract for triple his usual fee. It was why he had come out here, that and he wanted Chi-Chi to get some professional attention for a few days, her hormones were quite the double edged sword.

Though not for long…

"Got it you little shit?" He spat letting go and standing back up.

Ramos coughed and sputtered, a fairly average man for the planet, he had nothing to stop the power of someone like Kakarot. "Fucking… animal…" He managed to force out between his painful gasps.

"I'm a saiyan… so that's partially right." Kakarot snickered amused with the little man.

"Tell whoever sent you to go fuck themselves and you right along with it! Do you not know who the hell I am-!"

[***]

The video footage ended there, cut out to avoid it being leaked or shown anywhere else. Krillin couldn't imagine having the nerve to stand up to an assassin like that without any real training or strength. But Mr. Ramos didn't believe in being intimidated. "Have mercy on his wife… I couldn't imagine the way she felt after all of that."

All that was documented in the reports was the beating given to his wife after he refused to co-operate. Kakarot struck Mrs. Ramos several times, once in the face and two directly in her stomach until finally conceding to the demands, begging for Kakarot to stop.

"But that wasn't all that happened was it… You're maid has a deep affinity for children, probably aspires to be a mother herself and she just watched you kill the very thing she was holding inside of her. Twisted as it is, she probably loves that baby more than you because it's from you." Krillin guessed the scene wasn't pretty as he could perhaps guess that Mrs. Black stood up to Kakarot and tried to prevent the beating on the unborn child.

But she was still subservient and with so much mental conditioning she wouldn't have refused for very long and just looked away while it happened.

"Just another tragic tale, another victim of your violence and twisted morality isn't it?" Looking at the picture of the cruel smirking saiyan on his projector. "Don't worry though you'll pay for what you've done. You'll stand trial perhaps, or maybe you'll cave and give up hundreds of corrupt officials, ledgers, black alley deals that you've gained over the years and slip away." He popped out another cigarette and just held it in his lips as he picked up the scouter and looked over towards the new arrivals coming in and out of the ceremony, the gathering was taking place several hours before the main hall was to be filled.

As he stood and looked down a small sleek black taxi pulled up at the front of the drop off area, where as many as eight or nine separate vehicles could be departed and keep a constant flow of traffic moving.

One of the valets walked over and opened up the door. "Good evening sir might I have your invitation?" The young man said wearing a deep burgundy vest and white pants.

"Ah sure, no problem at all, though would you mind helping my wife out of her side. She's pregnant and I don't want her over exerting herself." The calm and charming voice spoke as he handed a white slipped invitation to the man who flipped it open quickly looking over at the signature and stamp.

"Oh, no problem Mr. Son," The man rushed over to the other side opening up a door for a beautiful and very pregnant woman, her hair unbound and flowing halfway down their back. A white dress that gave room to her pregnant frame and cut into slits from her knees down. The top two large straps held by golden rings that dipped low into her cleavage but did not show much skin from her swollen breasts. A matching purse, and short heels came into view as she was helped out by the Valet.

Giving him a brilliant smile with her ruby red lips and painted nails she thanked him as her husband came around and gave her his arm allowing her to wrap around it for support.

The man wearing a matching white suit, his hair pulled back slightly into a smooth mess of spikes from some noticeable hair gel. "What kind of party is this Goku?" She asked looking to him with a smile as he laughed and kissed her forehead.

"Only the best! There's some amazing food and you won't believe…" His voice fading into the mess of the crowd as they walked inside, another pair lost in the masses as they headed towards the main stage and walking right past a man with scars covering his face, another with three eyes and a short little man with white skin.

What do you feel will happen? Expectations? Thoughts?

R&R

Kerghan