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 street corner of downtown North City in search for something specific. No one came to this part of town without looking for something. For most people it was a good time that either involved sex or drugs or a mix of both. The detective had a plan to get that hair sample to prove that Mr. Ouji is indeed the monstrous Saiyan Prince Vegeta. He slowly looked at the crowd of people that surrounded him. Satan noticed a particular prostitute working the corner. She had long auburn hair and moss green eyes. She was leaning into the vehicle in front of her trying to earn her next pay day. Hercule Satan moved toward the street woman. Yes, he found her attractive, but this hooker could not compare with his Marron.

Hercule cleared his throat. The prostitute turned her head in Satan's direction and stood up and away from the vehicle. His badge was flashed in her face. She rolled her eyes. It was obvious that she hated cops.

"Sending me to jail?" she asked with disdain.

Hercule put his badge back into his pocket.

"I have a much better idea than sending you to jail," he replied.

The prostitute raised her eyebrows in curiosity. What was this cop planning?

Hercule finished explaining the plan. The description of Mr. Ouji was made clear to the working girl.

"Remember I need that hair sample with the root in it," Satan reminded her.

She rolled her eyes. She was not a child or an idiot.

"Fine. Just give me the money now and I'll get you that damn lock of hair," she responded.

He pulled out of wad of bills from his pocket. "Half now, and the other half comes when I get my hair sample."

The prostitute rolled her eyes. She grabbed the money and reluctantly agreed to Hercule's terms. Now it was time to do the job.

Vegeta walked out of the bar with a beer in one of his gloved hands. He had to admit that he did like this human drink called beer from this mudball planet. It was one of the rare things the Saiyan Prince liked about Earth. He took a sip, finishing off the bottle. His acute Saiyan hearing picked up the sound of someone walking towards him. Stealthily and with precision like a predator, he turned around. It was a woman that was following him. She had auburn hair that fell past her shoulders and these mossy green eyes that held a lot of lust. Most men would consider attractive.

"Hey there hottie," she greeted.

Vegeta smirked dangerously. This was going to be fun.

Vegeta pushed the hooker up against the alley wall. She giggled and moaned in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"I love a strong man," she whispered seductively in his ear before licking it.

Vegeta grabbed her wrists and held them up against the wall as he trailed kisses along her thin collarbone. She let out a louder moan than before. Swiftly, she pulled her wrists out of his loose grasp and ran her bony fingers through his thick hair. Vegeta closed his eyes as he grabbed her breasts. Suddenly a flash of blue appeared in his head. He quickly opened his eyes. The prostitute took the moment to grab the hair sample she was paid to collect. The Saiyan Prince didn't even feel his hair being ripped out. She decided to keep it in her hand until she could put it in the evidence bag Hercule had given her. Finally she noticed her company was unresponsive. What was going on with him? She unwrap her legs from his waist and stood up before looking him in his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Vegeta said nothing as he looked at the woman in front of him. He knew she was a whore. He could smell it on her. It reminded him of his days back on Frieza's ship. And that was something he was never going back to. He walked away and ignored her calls begging him to come back.

Hercule took his time to meet up with the prostitute he hired.

"Did you get it?" he asked when he spotted her auburn hair.

The hooker handed Satan the evidence bag with the hair sample inside. He grabbed it and put it safely in his inside jacket pocket.

"I have never been refused before," she stated with a pout.

Hercule looked at her moss green eyes for a moment. Maybe he could make her feel better.

Zarbon and Dodoria waited for the test to be complete. The woman they hired to run the test typed on her laptop. Finally it beeped, signaling the test was done. She turned her body and the laptop to face her boss.

"The hair samples match Mr. Zarbon," the lab woman stated.

Zarbon smiled evilly. "Got ya," he spoke out loud.

On an island one hundred miles away from West City, the phone rang. A man quickly answered.

"Hello the mysterious man greeted.

"Mercenary Tao," Zarbon's voice was the other voice on the phone.

"Ah Zarbon, how can I help you?" Mercenary Tao asked.

"Well the day that you thought will never come finally has," Zarbon answered.

Tao smiled wickedly.

"Really," he responded, "So you want me to come see you right away then?"

"No. I need you and your brother and maybe a couple others to pick up my prize for me," Zarbon replied.

"Just tell me where to go," Tao spoke.

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.

Is Hercule playing too dangerous of a game? Will Vegeta be a match against Zarbon, Dodoria and their men? Will Bulma be caught in the crossfire?

Thanks for all the reviews so far I apprecialte all of them!

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