Vegeta

Krillin walked in the basement office of Bulma Briefs and noticed Bulma listening to one of her tapes of her and Vegeta. Ever since she was assigned to his case, she has been so obsessive. He did not know Bulma when she first met the Saiyan Prince, but he changed her. He was always in her thoughts. Whether she liked it or not. Krillin never understood how one person could affect someone like that. The only thing he could think of was love. His wife, 18 (an android), made his heart stop with one glance. But Bulma couldn't be in love with Vegeta, no way. He was a cold and hearltess mass murderer. He shook his head of such thoughts. He walked over to the blue-haired beauty. He lightly tapped her on the shoulder. Bulma jumped. She pulled the headphones down to her neck. She noticed Krillin, and she calmed her neves with a few, silent deep breaths.

"What the hell Krillin!" Bulma yelled.

"Sorry," Krillin apologized with a sheepish grin.

Bulma rolled her eyes. He could be such a goof ball sometimes.

"Well what do you want?" Bulma spoke, annoyance was clear in her tone.

"I brought you your mail," Krillin nervously replied, hoping not to get on Bulma Briefs' bad side again.

Bulma grabbed the mail from Krillin's hand. She started to sift through the mail. Krillin looked at the pictures pinned up against the wall as Bulma read her mail.

"Sick," he spoke out loud.

Bulma scowled and rolled her eyes at her colleague's comment. She read a letter from a gossip collumn about her being the ex-heiress to Capsule Corp. She ripped up the letter and moved on to the next piece of mail. The next piece was a package. Bulma grabbed her letter opener and opened up the package. Inside was a letter. On the front of the envelope, her name was neatly written. Bulma reconized the handwriting immediately.

"Get out Krillin!" Bulma ordered.

Knowing better than to get on Bulma's bad side, he shook his head and bolted for the door.

Bulma carefully put the envelope down and grabbed a pair of latex gloves. Caefully she opened the envelope and slowly pulled the letter out. She unfolded the letter. Her suspicions were correct. Vegeta wrote the letter all right.

Dear Special Agent Bulma Briefs,

Over the last five years I have watched you closely. We still have unfinished business after all. What it's like to be in the spotlight again? I've watched your public shame over the years. The once great Bulma Briefs, as you've called yourself, is nothing more than an embarassment to the public eye. Tell me how does it feel to go from Capsule Corp Princess to the disgrace of the FBI? I would like to know. Now that you have blood staining your once clean hands, you can never go back to the life you had before. Killing has never bothered me, I am a Saiyan after all. Is your father rolling in his grave bacause of shame for what his little baby girl has become? But you and I both know that you can be a much worse person from what our sessions back when I was captive in that dungen told me. I see that I am still the most wanted man oin thise planet. Good. I should be feared. I've noticed that you are on my case again Special Agent. Most likely not by your choice I assume. Most pathetic human males can not handle a spitfire woman. Not like a Saiyan could. But your presence has made my stay on this pathetic back water planet more interesting. Same as that traiterous Saiyan. Even after all these years, his presence still eludes me. Without a ship to leave this horrid excuse for a planet, I am trapped. Although I have not massacred millions, the thoughts still crosses my mind. It's in my nature. Maybe I shoud walk back in the spotlight once more. Since it is your duty to capture me, I'll make things very interesting for you. Remember to use that brain you say you have. I'm tempted to wish you luck, but I won't.

Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans

P.S. See you soon Bulma.

Bulma sat back down in her chair. 'That arrogant, self-centered prick,' she thought about Vegeta. Why did he send her that letter? Bulma growled. She grabbed the letter and headed out of her basement office.

"What is it Briefs?" Piccolo asked as Bulma sat sown in a chair that faced his desk.

"I got a letter," Bulma answered.

Piccolo raised his eyebrows. "Really," he spoke, "Why should I care?"

Bulma scowled. She wasn't in the best of moods this current moment.

"It's from Vegeta," she responded.

Piccolo swallowed. He didn't want it to be true.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She handed him the letter she recieved. He read the letter through the evidence bag it was encased in, silently.

"It's him," he stated.

He couldn't believe it was him, but he knew Vegeta wrote that frigging letter.

"Get it to the lab right away, and find out where he wrote it," he ordered.

Bulma nodded her head. She grabbed the letter and left the office.

Piccolo leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. 'And so it begins,' he thought.

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