Vegeta

A/N: I changed Agent Mapp from Chi Chi to 18. I thought it would fit better for the story.

Also, the conversations on the tapes will be in bold!

Thoughts and flashbacks will be in italics!!

Bulma stood in the FBI main lab. She was having one of the lab technitians analyze the letter Vegeta wrote her for any clues to his whereabouts. The lab guy was still running tests. Bulma was running out of patience. She hated the fact she was forced back on this case. He got under her skin last time. And what was worse was he was still there. A part of him never left her.

"Well Prince Vegeta defiantly wrote that letter," the lab techintian spoke.

Bulma shook her thoughts away. She shouldn't be thinking like that anyways.

Bulma rolled her eyes at the lab guy's conclusion. She could have figured that out in less than five minutes. She was a brilliant scientist in a past life after all. What she needed was clues to his whereabouts.

"I know that. What I want to know is where he wrote it smart one," Bulma yelled.

The lab guy flinched at the harsh words of the blue-haired woman. What a temper she had! He knew one thing for certain, this woman was scary.

"Well I'm waiting," Bulma spoke in an annoyed tone.

The techintian swallowed. His nerves were working in overdrive.

"I can't tell you where exactly," he flinched at the angry glare she gave him, "There is nothing so rare about this letter or anything on it that would pin point his exact location," the lab guy stated.

Bulma huffed as she grabbed the letter. 'IDIOT!' she screamed in her head. She stormed out of the lab. Sometimes you couldn't depend on anyone but yourself.

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Bulma pressed the play button on her tape player. Instantly Vegeta's voice filled her ears. His voice was gruff as always. On the tape recorded, Vegeta was trying to persuade Bulma to share her past with him. Reluctantly she told him everything about her. He knew more about her than anyone else. Not even 18.

"Quid pro quo as you pathetic humans call it woman. You tell me things and I will tell you things. Its not that hard for your puny mind to handle," Vegeta's recorded voice spoke.

Bulma couldn't help but smiling at the memory. He could always get her all rilled up.

"What kinds of things do you want to know about?" Bulma's voice asked in response.

Bulma pulled the head phones off her head and jumped to her feet. How could she be so stupid! It was right in front of her the whole time. She grabbed the letter Vegeta wrote to her. She opened the evidence seal of the envelope that contained the letter. She took a whiff of the contents. It was an all too familiar scent to her.

"Gardenias," she muttered.

~Flashback~

Bulma took her first steps down the dungeon. She was going to meet the infamous Saiyan Prince. Mass murder and most feared being. An alien the leaders of Earth don't yet know about. All that they know is he is the prince to some planet called Vegeta-sei where the inhabitants are known as Saiyans. None of the Earth's main defences could take down the three Saiyans that arrived. It was a mysterious warrior who defeated them. Only the Saiyan Prince is still alive. And Bulma could just barely make out his cell.

She stuck to the right like Mr. Popo ordered her to. She could just now see the chair the guard put out for her. She ignored the screams of the other prisoners. She just focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Bulma stopped when she reached the chair. She gulped. What if she couldn't do this? She blinked away her fear. She could do this. His plastic cell was reinforced with ki supressors. There was no way he could hurt her.

She turned toward the cell. There was a figure standing in the center of the cell. He wasn't that tall in height, but his arrogance made him seem taller. He had hair that defied gravity and swept up in the air into a flame shape. His muscular arms were crossed over his well sculpted chest. Bulma noticed the Saiyan Prince walking toward her. He stopped a couple inches from the plastic wall. He lifted his head and closed his eyes. It looked like he as sniffing something.

"You have a floral scent on you," he stated in that gruff voice of his.

Bulma clenched her fists to shake away her nervousness.

"My shampoo. It's gardenias," Bulma replied.

~End Flashback~

Bulma knew that the shampoo she used was an obsolete brand. It was a rare brand that her mother used. She knew she needed to call some nose experts. They set up a meeting for tommorrow.

The experts smelt the rare scent on the letter.

"It is a beautiful blend. Unique. Fresh," the perfume expert stated.

Bulma looked at the guy. He was an older man. Maybe in his fifties. His wife was seated to his right, and another expert was seated to his left. This other expert was younger, and looked less expirienced.

"Can you tell me what stores sell this brand?" Bulma asked the experts.

The older expert's wife looked at her husband.

"We can tell you the list will be short," she stated.

"Yes it will be," the older expert spoke, "The cities include Ginger Town, West City, North City, and Micky Town.

"We'll send you a list of stores," the wife added.

Bulma nodded her head. She finally had a lead to go off of. 'Let the games begin Vegeta,' Bulma spoke to herslef.

A/N: Well what did you think?

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