Vegeta

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She grabbed the file and left. She got into her car. "Time to visit an old friend," she said out loud.

She drove out of the FBI parking lot, and headed to a place that was all to familiar for her.

Mr. Popo walked home from work. It was a beautiful day, he certainly wasn't going to waist it. He hummed a beautiful melody on the way home. He now works at the West City Hospital since the West Capital Prison for the Insane shut down. After the warden, Yamcha, was dicovered murdered, the board of directors decided to shut the prision down. Everyone knows who killed Yamcha, and that terrified them. When he reached his house, he saw a familiar face waiting for him.

"Bulma," he called reconizing the blu-haired agent immediatly.

"Hi Mr. Popo," Bulma responded with a genuine smile on her face.

He gave her a hug and lead her inside his small home.

"How have you been Bulma?" he asked.

"I've been good I guess," Bulma answered.

"Sure, I've been hearing the news," Mr. Popo responded.

Bulma rolled her eyes. The stupid news!

"How about you?" she asked, changing the subject..

"Well since the the prison shut down three years ago, I've been finding my own way," Mr. Popo answered.

Bulma nodded her head.

"No one wanted to run it when they found Yamcha's body," Mr. Popo added.

"Vegeta wasted no time," Bulma responded with a small smile that went unnoticed by Mr. Popo.

"You still think about him?" it was more of a statement than a question.

"At least five times a day. He's always with me," Bulma answered.

"He wasn't an evil man (a/n: yes he was- well he can be XD), Yamcha on the other hand was a bad guy," Mr. Popo stated.

"Careful he might not like that you said that. Vegeta wouldn't want to ruin his reputation," Bulma joked.

Bulma paused for a second.

"Did you ever think he would ever come after you?" Bulma asked.

Both Mr Popo and Bulma were silent for a moment, thinking of their answers.

"No. He even told me so. How about you?" Mr. Popo replied.

"No," Bulma answered in a low voice.

She cleared her throat.

"I know you have been selling Vegeta's stuff," she stated.

"I needed the money," he replied.

"I need everything you have left," she spoke.

Mr. Popo grabbed a small box.

"I'm not a bad guy," he spoke as he handed her the box.

"I know," she responded.

"Yamcha recorded your visits with Vegeta. They are inside," he added.

"Thankyou," Bulma replied with a smile.

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Bulma looked through the box Mr. Popo gave her. Inside the small bos was some of the pictures Vegeta drew, a couple books he read, and the tapes Mr. Popo informed her about. The tapes that held the conversations between her and the Saiyan Prince all those years ago. Bulma shivered. She remembered all too well. Bulma looked up at her huge bulitin board. She pinned up mug and evidence pictures of the Saiyan Prince. She looked at a picture that captured Vegeta's face, and that infamous smirk of his.

"Where are you Vegeta?" she asked out loud.

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Mr. Satan walked into Ouji Fighting Dojo. He lit up another cigar, and walked towards the ring. Inside the ring was a young man with a muscular build, green eyesm and short black hair by the name of Tony Benito, a prize fighter who was currently in the spot light. He was fighting against his sparring partner, Hercule guessed. But Hercule wasn't here for the fighting. He was on the job. He was a police officer for North City. Satan had the position of chief inspector. He looked around searching. He didn't see the set of eyes watching him. Mr. Satan blew out some smoke. He looked at a dar corner (no light, covered by shadows) that had a clear view of the ring, and found what he was looking for.

"Ah Master Ouji I've been looking for you," Hercule spoke.

Mr. Ouji smirked. He had black hair that went up into a flame shape, a deep widow's peek, endless onyx orbs filled with no emotion, a beautiful natural tan, and he was rather short in height. He was well built thought for his size. He also had an aura that screamed of arrogance and royalty. Overall, he was an imtimidating man to be around.

"What can I do for you detecive Satan?" his voice was gruff,

"Did your partner, Sharpner Capital, leave anything behind since his disappearance?" Hercule asked.

"The Dojo," the man answered.

"Oh," there was disappoitment in Hercule's voice.

"But if I find something, I'll let you know," the man added with a wide smirk.

"Thankyou Mr. Ouji," dective Hercule Satan and Mr. Ouji bowed their heads to one another and Satan left the Dojo.

'I know that guy is hiding something, I will find out what it is,' Hercule thought. He walked away from the Dojo, and lit up another cigar.

A/N:

Well there you go. I know you should be happy with that chapter. Yes you-know-who has been introduced (if you don't know then shame on you. Haha you'll find out soon enough!)

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