Back in Black
A/N: Another update, thanks to lilacsbloom for beta reading. Hope everyone is still enjoying the story.
"Is that all for the evening Kakarot?" The voice asked, handing a hard drink to the assassin who nodded.
"Yeah that'll do me." Taking a small sip he set his glass down at the bar top. Waiting for his latest contract to arrive. Another dull job after dull job. He wasn't exactly thrilled with his past months line of jobs. There wasn't a single decent brawl, or even fight that excited him.
True he hadn't handled his bombing exactly as it was supposed to go, but it got the point across. So why was he being punished for it? "Ah well, business is business, things will pick back up in time."
"Of course things will pick back up; that's why you and I are partners." Came the familiar voice from his side, earning a snicker of amusement from Kakarot.
"Zamasu…about time." Kakarot's overly exaggerated bored tone made his partner smirk. "Please tell me it's something good."
Zamasu moved to take his seat and get himself a proper drink, before discussing any form of business with Kakarot. The saiyan set his elbows on the back of the bar as he looked to the green-skinned man and his white hair.
In the midst of their talks, Zamasu took a moment to pause and look around, realizing that something was amiss. "Your new girl not work out?" he watched as in response Kakarot rolled his eyes. "I see, not a lot of spirit in that one. But what can you expect from a partial plant species?"
"Far too docile. I mean, it certainly had perks, but there was no pep or fire that excited me after awhile." Kakarot lamented. "Though, when they do die, they make quite the flower bed, my new house will have a living garden for a couple dozen years." If that were a small positive.
"I see, a pity. I'll make a note of that for the future if my clients prefer lawn fawna added in their list of details of requests." Zamasu drawled clearly bored with their conversation. "Now are you interested in some work or not?"
Kakarot looked up at the ceiling, asking for strength so that he might not drive his fist through one of his best clients. Composing himself for a moment, the saiyan looked back at him and grunted.
"Ah good, now this one is actually kind of a special deal. You see, there's a little bonus, and I'm not talking about money." Zamasu said, while holding up a large yellow file folder.
"A bonus without money? Then there's no bonus." Kakarot said snorted disinterested. "So what's so special then? Please tell me it's a good fight, cause I'm bored out of my fucking skull."
Zamasu pressed his lips together as he thought about it. "A good fight? Probably not, but I don't exactly know how the fight went down between that little band of detectives now would I?"
Kakarot's face fell into a neutral expression, his pressed flat as he looked hard at Zamasu who only grinned back at him. Zamasu knew Kakarot's state of mind better than anyone, clearly knowing that he had the assassin's clear attention. "Yes Kakarot, you see that little band of merrymakers are currently causing problems, and with their reputation of stopping the the Black Maid gives them a high level of credibility. In fact quite a few systems are in favor of continuing the unified agency thanks to what happened. Granted you're not the biggest name out there, but give a small fish enough to bite off of and soon it will fill more of this great ocean in time."
Kakarot remained silent, as his upper lip pulled back into a snarl.
"How did that little match go down? You've yet to tell me how it happened? I'm surmising they killed your maid shortly afterwards, that picture of her head rolling away from her corpse must've been quite the relief to know that she died like that and not taken away to be locked up for everything you turned her into right?"
It was unexpected… Kakarot had watched the bomb explode, but before he could see if it had hit its mark there was a spark that caught his senses.
Then he was assaulted by three opponents. Granted they were not strong enough to take him down, but they had the tech to do so...
Blocking one palm with his forearm sparked and reverberated throughout his entire body. A sharp tearing of ki and pain. It was as if a knife had been shoved down to the bone, and he had retracted away from it only to feel another strike into his back.
It was quick, they made up for power with speed and he had given them too little credit. Struck several times again and to be met with more blinding pain, it was almost overwhelming and he pulled himself back.
The snapping of his ki as he felt the reverberating effects of what they had done to him. With a war cry Kakarot drew his hands back behind him. His eyes snapping from each opponent, all of them were very saiyan looking in their appearance but lacked any tails. They more resembled Chi-Chi's human species more so than his own.
A man with scars on his face, long shaggy black hair. A man who had a glint of enjoyment in his eyes. One who liked fighting and did not mind getting into a fight. Someone who had a past that was bad, but nothing more than that.
The second was one with three eyes, his expression hard and unyielding. He did not know quitting, did not accept defeat but there was something under that expression. Something that he wished to forget, yet as his eyes strained for the small moment Kakarot could tell that he had an aura of concern.
That concern was for the third one, smaller, paler, and far more unlike the other two. Yet where they showed unwavering strength, this one radiated with fear beneath that bravado. "I will remember your faces, I will pay you all back in kind because I'm not here to play today."
Scarface smirked at him, "So planning on running?"
A snort escaped his nose, "Running? No, merely doing my job. Killing you now serves me no purpose. I prefer the drawn out suffering of those who dare to interfere with my work and since you aren't still attacking me you are clearly justice warriors. So I have merely bide my time."
Kakarot's eyes slid towards the smallest one, the one that shined with fear. "I shall be sure to find you first little man."
He was then beset upon by three eyes, but it was aggressive and reckless. Kakarot hit him in the stomach but again he gave him too little credit. The injury only rocked him slightly and then his leg was sparking with pain.
Flinging himself away again, Kakarot grabbed at his waist and pulled out the last of his job and threw numerous black orbs down towards the gathered entourage and the destruction below. "Better catch them…" Was all he said before taking off into the air. His vision turning back as each small black orb was a micro explosive, while not serious enough to harm anyone with real strength. The unprotected and weak masses… Well it wrought the havoc he was paid to deliver as dozens of small grenade sized explosions ripped throughout the area. Forcing his would be heroes to go and save those in need rather than fight him.
"Not very riveting, I suppose your maid might've died in that explosion at that time, if so those bombs cleaved her head perfectly off." Zamasu said amused, "So how would that payback be now? It's been what almost two years?"
Slamming the last of his drink in a poor attempt to blunt the burning emotions underneath him. "It would be very much appreciated. So what is the mark?" His black eyes shifting towards his client who pulled out a small data drive for him.
"See that's the beauty of this job…"
[***]
"You actually called in outside help? Please have I failed your organization once?" A very offended and well paid trained maid said her arms crossed as she was in the small boardroom with president Red. Her eyes fixed upon him as Gohan sat on his rear end beside his mother looking through a picture book.
The little boy's focus completely drawn towards the fluffy white and brown rabbits that weren't as his hands tried to pet them ineptly. His fingers moving to a pout as he smacked the page slightly.
Red tried to calm her with a wave of his hands, "You overstate things as if this is an insult to your capabilities Momma. We in fact are proud of your reputation and owe a great deal of our success these past few years to your help. But this is a request beyond our organization, multiple systems have a vested interest and so several favors and calls were made to arrange for the best possible success."
"More people only means less pay in my bank account, I've a vacation planned for the caribbean next month with a private Yacht and several highly regarded tutors for my little boy. I'd like to keep my accounts topped off at all times as you well know." Chi-Chi glared at her employer who released a breath of frustration. She was a stubborn as all hell, and not someone his organization would double cross. Even if they tried too the risk far outweighed any reward it might yield them.
"Your personal finances aside, this is just another job, and only a minor dock to your services of ten percent unless you're willing to help house our arrival?" Red asked curiously to which he saw the offended glare returned to him by the maid.
Chi-Chi was about to retort when a small hand tugged at her shirt drawing her attention. "Yes sweetie?" She asked smiling as her son pointed at the rabbits on the page.
"Wabbit!" he exclaimed slapping at the picture, the young boy's smile and words melting his mother's expression as she smiled and gently kissed his forehead.
"Yes dear that's a bunny rabbit. You're so smart." Nuzzling his cheek with her nose earning a little burst of laughter as the toddler went back to petting the picture book rabbit.
The door opened from the side revealing Silver, one of the colonel's in the paramilitary structured organization. "Excuse me sir but our patron has arrived and will be heading here shortly."
Red smiled pleased with this information, "Excellent once Mr. Black arrives be sure to see him-"
"Stop!" Chi-Chi's voice shouted startling all parties involved, including Gohan who dropped his book out of surprise. Mr. Black? No… they couldn't have… Did they send him? Kakarot?
"What's the problem Momma do you have some sort of issue?" Red's brow raised into the air curiously, Silver remaining by the door also curious.
"I… it was just surprising… I was wondering if it was The Black? The alien warrior assassin?" Chi-Chi quickly regained her composure, she had never told them about her origins as the Black maid for good reason. It could've been another man using that code name but it wasn't impossible that it could be Kakarot. What do I do if its him? He could know that I leaked information, he doesn't know about my child. What if-! Her mind was racing though no one could tell beneath her blank exterior.
"Oh yes, quite the man tall with black spiked hair and a brown tail. Quite the peculiar fellow in fact…"
Chi-Chi's heart banged against her chest, a wave of dread washed over her. He came here… because he knows. Teaming up with me? He'd have to know… oh gods.. Oh gods! She had to leave before he got here, she had to speak with Gero and… and… something! "Excuse me but i'll contact you later, I-I just remembered something that I need to attend too."
Before Red and Silver could address her, Chi-Chi scooped up Gohan and all but ran out of the room. Her quick departure raising even more questions as their top assassin showed unusual signs of distress. Though they could guess that the arrival of another trained alien killer might be detrimental and the reputation of someone might be very intimidating.
"Make sure to see Mr. Black in and have Momma get the details for the job later. I'd prefer them to both be here together but who knows what goes on with that crazy mother. God knows she's strange enough as it is." Red ordered his hand flipping on his monitor to see where his other top assassin had fled off too, but none too surprising.
She had already took to the air and fled.
…
Kakarot's brief or details of his job had been very simple, as they had come to find that one of the vaunted 'heroes' of the the intergalactic police agency was going to be making a conference appearance. Though information was a bit skeptical on who it was going to be, it was all but a certainty that one was going to be showing up.
While one could simply have Kakarot show up, blow the doors down and no doubt rip the man's spine out, that wouldn't be a clear message.
A little torture, maiming, mostly fear propaganda for the most part as nothing put people back into their place than a little fear.
As it was however, he was sitting on his ass waiting for his 'help' to arrive, not that he needed any but apparently she was one of the best and it was advised that he do the physical work and she would take care of the cover up.
One leg sat overtop his knee as Kakarot stared at the earthling television, the small but proper room he was given inside his client's quarters. He was currently trying his best to find some way of entertaining himself, but that idea was coming up quite short. "Bored…" Groaning in a exaggerated fashion as he let his head fell over the back of the couch.
"Ugh, this world is so boring and weak. Quite the marvel that one my maids was actually sired here, none of these other humans have that same backbone." Strumming his fingers across the black leather he figured he might as well go raid the pantry when a knock came at his door and without waiting for his permission it opened up.
A woman stood in all black covered by some type of special material as he sniffed the air and noticed she was not exhuding any scent or could he detect the minor movements of her body in the area. Several large weapons were showing on her hips, and in addition to those other interesting goodies were tied to a belt that were very compact and not hindering her mobility.
Chuckling Kakarot rose up from his seat as finally, she'd arrived. "So you're Momma? Interesting codename, you got a thing for kids or somethin?" Most people had more unique names for their job details, so the idea of Momma for a trained killer raised a few questions, plus everyone had their quirks or niche in their job. Mr. Black was his, simply for his love of wearing black clothes and black hair, it was unique mostly to him.
Reaching her hand up she pushed a small device under her throat. "I'm simply a mother, that is all Mr. Black." A dull amplified robotic voice told him making Kakarot shrug. "Now are you ready to-"
"The getup as well? A voice filter and a full suit, not amateurish but you're not selling yourself very well with that look. Though maybe I should not be surprised by some backwater planet." Getting up he walked towards her, noting something about the woman in front of him. A hint of some attitude or maybe it was the way she was standing.
She didn't retreat which made Kakarot smirk as most females would often back away from him when he got into their space. Already he was sizing her up, evaluating how she would handle and control herself and so far she was passing his evaluation.
Coming closer his face less than a foot from hers he stared into the small slits that were concealing her eyes. "Very tense. You not used to an alien here girl?" Seeing the slight way her muscles tensed underneath that suit, it was very minute but he could see it.
"Well, most men I deal with aren't as good looking as you, so call me surprised." She replied earning a roar of laughter from Kakarot who took her compliment as proper amusement.
"Perhaps then a little dance after this job then? I'd like to show that i'm much better in many respects." The rich promise that teased and tempted so many women before came as he touched her shoulder. "I like that spirit, and I treat any girl of mine very well."
Surprisingly though she grabbed his wrist and removed his palm from his shoulder with a bit of force that he had not expected. "No thanks, I've already got a little man in my life and he's turning three soon."
"Oh married are you?" Kakarot pulled back sizing her up, not noting something on her finger or underneath her suit that would confirm that.
"No, the father left me all alone with my little boy so please take no offense but i'm not interested in anything."
"What kind of fighter is the little boy?" He inquired further, a killer with a child. His curiosity was piqued.
Snorting, "My boy won't be a fighter, or a killer like his parents. He'll be a great scholar and one of the smartest people on the planet." Momma declared, the hint of underlying anger was there that Kakarot noticed more closely.
There was something, but what was it. "I see, so just a weakling. But oh well far be it from me to be involved with a weakling." This was familiar… but not so…
"If you'd ever have a child of your own you'd understand that." She was offended and ready to retaliate, merely insulting her baby boy sparked her anger.
You speak to me as if you know me? Bold assertions, declarations… who do you remind me of?
"But I'm not going to talk parenting to a murderer, let's just get the job done so you can leave and I can get back to my life." Momma said turning around and going back where she came with Kakarot following behind her.
Reaching into his armor Kakarot pulled out a folding scouter and put it over his eye, there was something telling him that this woman wasn't like this. Beyond their conversation he'd seen someone take off shortly before his arrival here, the power level no doubt hers and he could tell that there was another being with her, no one flew with their arms over their chest.
Secondly she didn't show her face, and since she hadn't came previously here like that. Even working he couldn't understand why she would hide away, he wasn't here for her head.
Thirdly and most disturbingly she had no scent… the suit she wore concealed everything internally. As if she was being pressurized and that was beyond strange. He could understand the quiet and subtly but the lack of any smell.
You are used to aliens judging by your reaction, no intimidation with my reputation. Yet tense when I approach you. But then you don't comment about my tail or any of my features. You know me woman… but acted as if you didn't.
His eyes flicked down towards her ass… You aren't walking like a human either… Just what are you hiding.
Snapping a picture of her, he quickly shuffled it off to his best and worst contact Zamasu… perhaps there was something that he could uncover about this fiery little chit that acted and did not act like she should.
A/N: Who should be the one to suffer the fate of Black and Momma? Tien, Yamcha or Chaotzu, (No Krillin he's got other plans) Let me know what the crowd would like to see.
R&R
Kerghan
