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 listened to the detective she had been working with for North City. Even from their first conversation, Bulma wanted to punch this guy's lights out. He was such a pervert!
"I do not know why you haven't received the tape. I overnighted it the day after you asked for it," Oolong spoke into the phone.
Bulma rolled her eyes at his attempt to sound flirtatious.
"Well I haven't received it. Do you think you can send me another copy?" she asked as she worked on drawing.
Oolong grinned. He could only imagine the woman Bulma was by the tone of her voice.
"For you, I'll send you another copy, Bulma. Can I call you Bulma?" he asked as he worked on his artwork as well.
"It's Agent Briefs," Bulma responded flatly.
There was no way she'd ever be on a first name basis with this pig!
"I'll send it to you right away, and you can just call me Oolong," Oolong spoke as he finished his artwork.
Hi drawing was of a beautiful, naked woman. She was drawn to perfection with Bulma's name at the top of it.
Bulma cringed at the man's words.
"Bye Agent Oolong," Bulma spoke before hanging up the phone.
She made the finishing touches on her drawing when Krillin walked in.
"Nothing new?" Krillin asked as he noticed the frustrated look on his friend's face.
"Nope, but I'm still waiting on North and East City," she responded.
Bulma's picture was an ugly picture of a pig. It was her impression of Oolong.
Hercule fiddled with the change in his pocket. For that past few minutes he had been staring at the pay phone in front of him. It was now or never. He grabbed the receiver and put the coins in the slot. Then he grabbed the number from his pocket and dialed. Hercule waited impatiently for the phone to ring.
It rang a few times before a voice answered, "The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the number and dial again."
Hercule slammed the receiver back into its place. Damnit! Great, the chance of getting all the money was gone. Reluctantly, he turned around, ready to head back to the station. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the pay phone ring. Before answering the phone, the detective took a quick glance around.
"You called," the same voice Hercule heard answered.
Hercule's eyes widened for a moment. Quickly the surprised look vanished, and his a calm, but serious, look took its place.
"I have information on the whereabouts of the Saiyan Prince," Satan stated.
"Call this lawyer. His number is 1-800-555-2288," the cold voice spoke before the line went dead.
Hercule quickly grabbed some more change and inserted it in the pay phone. The only thought in his mind was the large reward that was calling his name. Then the detective dialed the number for the lawyer he was supposed to contact. It rang once, before an automated voice answered.
"A hair sample must be provided for the advance. Once when the hair sample has been analyzed, the money will be in a bank account, the Chain-Soldiers Fund. The account number is 418275690," the message finished.
Satan hung up the phone after writing the bank number down on his palm. He stared at the crowd around him for a moment with an idea forming in his devious mind.
Hercule stood at the outside entrance of a wealthy apartment building. There were two buzzers on the wall for the two apartments. One of the apartments was vacant; the other was occupied by Mr. Ouji. Hercule pressed the buzzer for Mr. Ouji's apartment. Vegeta, in his apartment, looked at his monitor. That idiot detective was outside. The Saiyan Prince smirked. He loved playing these little games.
"Detective Satan," Vegeta's voice rang through the intercom.
"I'm here to pick up your partner's belongings," Satan replied using the intercom.
Vegeta continued to smirk. "Come on up."
Hercule entered the Saiyan Prince's current home a moment later. Vegeta was nowhere to be seen.
"Mr. Ouji," Satan called.
Nothing, no response. Hercule took a moment to snoop around. Mr. Ouji's apartment was barren. Only the essentials filled some space. A TV, couch, and some other furniture barely filled the room. There weren't even any plants. 'Someone should hire an interior decorator,' Hercule thought. But then Hercule suddenly remembered that this was the Saiyan Prince's home. That changed his thinking.
"Hello," he called once more.
The detective walked into another room. Four suitcases were on the floor.
"Mr. Ouji," Hercule again called out.
Satan looked for anything could have the DNA of the alien monster prince. He really wanted all that money after all. But there was nothing. 'What a weirdo,' Hercule thought.
"Detective Satan," a gruff voice called.
Hercule turned to his left. Mr. Ouji was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over. Satan resisted the urge to gulp. The presence of the Saiyan Prince was somewhat intimidating.
"Are those all the belongings that is left of your partner over there?" Hercule asked as he pointed to the four suitcases.
Vegeta nodded his head. His face was unreadable.
"Do you think you help me get them down the stairs?" Satan asked.
Vegeta shrugged his shoulders and pushed his leaning body off the wall.
"So what got you into training prize fighters?" Hercule asked to break the awkwardness.
Mr. Ouji uncrossed his arms. "Always loved fighting. It's like a second nature to me. Must be in my blood. My father had the same passion," he answered with a dangerous smirk on his lips.
"I see," Satan muttered.
Like Hercule honestly cared about this guy. All that he wanted was the handsome reward.
"You know people don't always tell you what they are thinking. They just see to it that you don't advance in life," Mr. Ouji spoke cryptically.
Hercule Satan was taken aback by Vegeta's threat. Was he onto him? No, he couldn't be. The detective had no idea it was both a threat and a hard lesson Vegeta learned a long time ago.
"Let's go, I have a match to get my fighter ready for," Mr. Ouji spoke as he grabbed two of the four suitcases with ease.
Detective Satan grabbed the other two suitcases without as much ease. Hercule was certain of one thing; there was a dangerous side to the Saiyan Prince. Only he did not know how dangerous Vegeta really is.
A/N: Well what did you think?
Sorry it has taken me soo long to update a story, I've been really busy with all of my classes.
Will Hercule learn before it's too late that he is no match for Vegeta? Will Bulma be able to stop it?
Thanks for all the reviews so far I apprecialte all of them!
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