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!

Hercule Satan walked through the busy streets of North City to the police station. He and his new bride did not have a lot of money, so they only had one car. Today Marron needed the car. Besides it was a beautiful day, and he needed to clear his head. Who is this Mr. Ouji? Hercule knows that there is just soemthing about him, but what?

Hercule walked into his station. He remembered his recent troubles. Marron wants tickets to the upcoming fight with Tony Benito. To bad it was pratically sold out already. He threw his jacket onto his deks and turned to his fellow cops.

"I need tickets to the fight," Hercule whined.

The fellow police officers all laughed at Hercule's expense.

"It's sold out. Everyone wants to see Benito retain the belt," a young and good looking detective responded.

Hercule Satan began mumbling curses under his breath. He really needed the tickets to make his Marron happy. If she was haap, then he was happy. The other plice officers just watched Hercule Satan look like a fool with amusment glistening in their eyes.

Hercule turned to his attentions to his coworker Oolong. Oolong duty is desk duty. The pig isn't very athletic so he can't do much field work. Oolong was watching a security of a beauty shop. It was the kind of store that Marron loves. Selling perfumes, shampoos, and other bath supplies. Hercule never went in one with his wife. But what caught Hercule's attention was the familiar face that popped up on the screen.

"Oolong what are doing?" Hercule asked with a curious glance.

"I'm making a copy," Oolong answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

Hercule noticed the camera zoom away from te man's face that caught Hercule's attention.

"Rewind it," Satan ordered.

"No way. I can't because I'm making a copy," Oolong responded.

Hercule grunted. He didn't care. He leaned over Oolong and pressed the rewind button anyway. Oolong huffed and crossed his arms in a pouting manner. Great, now he was going to habve to spend some more of his time making another copy! Satan paused the video when the camera was on the man's face. It was Ouji! He was purchasing a bottle of shampoo.

"Who wants this?' Hercule demanded an answer from his pig coworker.

"FBI wants it. They wouldn't say what for though," Oolong replied.

Hercule's eyes widened. He knew all about the FBI. They were a world wide organization that had no jurisdiction. They were the earth's special forces that caught the most dangerous criminals, and took on the big cases. He immediatly left the police station. He needed to learn more about this Mr. Ouji.

Detective Hercule Satan has been tracking Mr. Ouji for the past few days now. Everywhere Mr. Ouji went, Hercule was there following. When Mr. Ouji stopped for a beer, Hercule watched his target like a hawk. He noticed how Ouji always wore gloves, and never left a beer bottle behind him. He would either smash he bottle, or take it with him. Satan was certain Ouji was hiding something. He just needed to find out who he really was.

Hercule sat at his desk at home, his computer in front of him. The security tape the FBI requested sat at his side. He looked at the monitor. The FBI's website was on display in the monitor. Hercule needed to validate his theory. Who was this Mr. Ouji for real? He clicked on the FBI's ten most wanted list. It was a good pace to start. A warning appeared on the screen that his session was being monitored. Before he could click 'ok' and begin his search, his lovely wife interrupted him.

"Hey baby did you get the tickets to the fight?" Marron asked in her high-pitched girlish voice.

Hercule glanced at his wife. She was a sight in his eyes.

"Not yet, but I'm going to do it right now baby cakes," Hercule answered.

Marron smiled and pecked her husband softly on the lips. Sometimes he still wondered how he caught her.

"You better. I don't want a seat far away from the ring. I want to see the fight and the cute fighters," Marron added.

"Anything for you," Hercule replied.

Marron grinned. She knew he would see it her way. He always did. She left him alone and headed back to the master bedroom.

Without any more distractions, Satan turned his attentions back to his computer. He signed in (SatanHe) and typed in his password. he looked back at the list of criminals. There was Mr. Ouji's face right there on the number one spot. This made it much easier on Hercule. Under the picture was the name Vegeta. The name sounded familiar to Hercule. He needed to know more about him. He clicked on the picture, and the FBI's profile on Vegeta appeared. A warning immediatly popped up that said, 'This is the Saiyan from the attacks. He is armed and very dangerous at all times. Call the FBI immediatly with any information.' Hercule Satan ignored the warning. He was certain he could handle it himself. He searched the page for any substantial reward for his capture, but there was none.

He turned his head to the master bedroom. His wife, Marron, was standign in front of a mirror playing with her surgically enhanced breasts. Hercule took a deep breath. He typed in a search, 'Saiyan Prince reward'. There was only one search result. Hercule clicked on it. A giant picture of Vegeta appeared. The picture was a mug shot of his. His face was only visible. There was also a summary of Vegeta's known actions since he first arrived on Earth. At the end of the summmary, in bold letters, was a three million zenni reward. Hercule scrolled down to the end of the page. The same warning that appeared on the FBI's profile appeared on this one too. Below the warning was a phone number for anyone to use if they had information about the whereabouts of the Saiyan Prince. Hercule quickly jotted down the number. He took a puff of cigar, and stared into the cold, empty eyes of the Saiyan Prince Vegeta.

A/N: Well what did you think?

Sorry Bulma or Vegeta wasn't in the chapter. But one of them will be in the next chapter!

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