Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: I do not
own DBZ, Leah’s soul or the formal dress of my dreams (it’s still on lay-by!)
A/N – Okay, here is
it, the ultimate odd couple fic! A lot of people have already told me that they
aren’t going to read this simply because of the couples, hey, I don’t mind, I
don’t expect everybody to love everything I like. Hmm, okay, now I have to send
out a few warnings so that people have no reason to flame about them.
Okay, now that that
is out of the way, it’s time the fic!
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Vegeta and lounged against Goku’s desk, his eyes glaring at a
blonde woman who crossed the room determinedly and avoided looking at Vegeta as
though her life depended on it. “Stupid, I was so stupid!” Vegeta rasped under
his breath as the woman entered the captain’s office.
“Huh?” Goku looked up and caught site of the blonde disappearing
from view. “Oh dude, your not still all cut up over that chick are you? Forget
her!” He tossed a wadded ball of paper at Vegeta’s head, hoping to snap him out
of if.
“I cant!” Vegeta growled, standing up and pacing up and down in
front of Goku. “She made an idiot out of me! The whole time we were together I
thought she loved me and then WHAM! She hits me with the news that she’s found
somebody else and it ends up being the damned Captain!” Vegeta glared at the
silhouette of the captain and the blonde embracing behind the blinds in his
office. “God I hate Captain Yamcha.”
“We all do, dude. We all do.” Goku agreed sympathetically as he stood
up and stretched. “Look, just forget about her, Leah wasn’t the woman for you,
so what?”
“So what? SO WHAT? She used me! Leah used me to get to the
captain of all people!” Vegeta appeared to have run out of steam and he sunk
back against Goku’s desk. “That’s it man, from now on I’m avoiding woman.”
“What, you’re gonna be a monk?” Goku joked, punching Vegeta on
the arm. “Cheer up dude, you’ll meet the right woman one day.”
“Puh!” Vegeta shrugged Goku’s hand off his shoulder irritably.
“Knowing my luck she’ll be a crack dealing assassin who suffers from paranoid
delusions and thinks I’m Elvis come back to life.”
Goku laughed. “Sounds like a match made in heaven to me.”
“Oh, shut up.” Vegeta growled testily.
Goku chuckled a little more and shrugged. “You’ll get over her.”
He picked up the file on his desk. “By the way, you did look over the ‘Red
Ribbon’ file didn’t you? We have to start on that case today.”
“What do you think I am? An idiot? Of course I looked at the
damned file, and just for the record I have to state that I think the idea of
us infiltrating the Red Ribbon gang is a really, really stupid idea. Every
single other cop who tried to get in has been killed.” Vegeta huffed grumpily as
he opened the file and glared at the blonde whose picture was a few pages into
the file. “Except of course for the crooked cops who snuck in.”
“Look, we’ll be okay. Tien has been in deep cover for the last
ten years and he managed to get into the gang fine, he’s already told us that
the gang leader is eager to meet us.” Goku slapped Vegeta on the back and snatched
the file away from him. “Besides, they’re not going to know if we’re dirty cops
or the good old crime fighting cops are they? All we have to do is lie to them,
get as much dirt as we can then get out and have them arrested.”
“It’s never that easy, Goku.” Vegeta sighed. “The Red
Ribbon is the equal of the Russian mafia, were never going to succeed in
breaking the gang apart.”
Goku rolled his eyes. “Gee ‘Geta, you really need to work on
that defeatist attitude.”
“I don’t have a defeatist attitude, I’m a realist.” Vegeta stood
up to his full height, a tiny 5 feet 2 inches. It was still a mystery how
Vegeta had got into the police force with his height – of course his hugely
inflated ego more then made up for it. “Lets just go get out bags, get wired up
and head for the meeting point, okay?”
“Sure thing.” Goku watched as Vegeta walked over to his desk and
grabbed a worn out looking duffel bag.
The poor guy, being dumped by that blonde hussy, still, he’d
better get over it fast or he’s gonna get himself killed…
Goku snapped himself out of his thoughts and grabbed his own
bag, if he managed to bring down the Red Ribbon gang it would make his life
quite a bit easier and would probably boost him to making captain himself. If
Vegeta didn’t screw up again of course! His cockiness and quick temper had
soured almost every other assignment they’d done, it wasn’t that Vegeta wasn’t
a good cop, he was a great cop and very dedicated to his work, it was just that
he was an angry cop. A very angry cop who shot first and asked questions later
99.95 of the time.
Goku slowly followed Vegeta out to his black jeep, daydreaming
about what it would be like to earn the promotion of captain, it was the job of
his dreams and he’d been dreaming it for a very, very long time now.
Goku’s father, Bardock, had been in the police force, although
he’d died at a very young age when some insane criminal who believed he could
foretell the future had smacked him on the back of the head with a steal rod.
Goku could still remembering attending court as a young boy and the contempt
he’d felt towards the murdering criminal who hat blabbed on about how he hadn’t
been trying to kill Bardock, he’d claimed he’d been trying to make him into a
mind reader and prophet too.
Goku had decided at that point that he wanted to become a cop
too like his father; he wanted to catch all those liars and thugs who walked
the streets and too lock them up for good. He unlocked the car and slid into
the drivers seat, vegeta clamoured in beside him and carelessly tossed his bag
into the back seat. Goku watched him with amusement. He’d once asked Vegeta why he’d joined the force, he’d replied
that he liked guns, wasn’t afraid of lunatics and liked the feel of power and
control. Goku had soon discovered that Vegeta hadn’t been lying.
At times Vegeta seemed almost as dangerous as some of the
loonies they chased, more then once Goku was sure he’d seen a sadistic glint in
Vegeta eye after he’d shot or maimed one of the ‘bad guys.’ It made Goku a
little edgy, but in some ways he was glad he had Vegeta covering his ass. The
guy may have been a power freak, but he stuck by his best friends and hadn’t
let Goku down once…except for all the times he’d screwed up their assignments
by losing his temper, and shooting the targeted bad guy.
“Could you drive any slower?” Vegeta glared across at him.
Goku sped up a little to get him to shut up. Honestly, the guy
could whinge and complain all day. He seemed to have acquired the bossiness
that most short people somehow attained - only added to Vegeta’s already
explosive temper it wasn’t a good thing.
“You’re still going to slow.” Vegeta folded his arms and glared
out the window. Thinking no doubt of ways to make his ex girlfriend’s life
hell.
“Have you thought about what you’re going to do if you get
caught wearing the wire?” Goku slowed down for a traffic light. “I mean, it’s
not unheard of.” He watched Vegeta from the corner of his eye.
“I don’t intend to wear a ‘wire.’” Vegeta pulled out a small
piece of metal and attached it to his cuff. “I’m wearing this.”
“And what exactly is that?” Goku glanced at the small piece of
metal then back to the road again.
“It’s the newest form of bugging equipment. It has a larger
sound range then most microphones and it’s undetectable through most scanning
equipment.” Vegeta yawned. “I wouldn’t have gotten you one but Frieza didn’t
want to part with many.”
“How on Erath do you find these freaks?” Goku raised his
eyebrows knowing full well that most of Vegeta sources for this technology were
criminals who spent most of their time in the underground.
“The internet.” Vegeta smirked. “You can find anything on the
internet.”
Goku pulled the car in at his apartment and climbed out. “You
coming up?”
Vegeta got out of the car. “Of course, what am I supposed to do,
wait in the car like a child?”
“Well…” Goku enjoyed baiting Vegeta, it was his second favourite
pastime. His first was food.
“Just get your stuff.” Vegeta snapped as he followed behind him,
glaring at his back. Goku could feel his eyes on his back he walked up the
stairs to his cheap apartment. He unlocked the door and slung his bag on the floor,
picking his way through the mess he fumbled in a drawer till he found his
throwing knives and their wrist shields, he slipped them on and then fumbled in
the drawer some more. “Fuck, I’ve lost the wire.”
Vegeta chuckled. “That doesn’t surprise me, don’t worry about
it, we’ll just use mine.”
Goku
sighed and closed the drawer and opened the next one, he took the boxes of ammo
that were inside and put them on the bench then he pulled out his second gun
and holstered it in his inner pants holster. He walked back to the door, threw
the ammo in his bag and glanced about the room. “’Kay, lets go.”
Vegeta followed him back down to the car whistling some annoying
tune that Goku suspected was from Star Wars.
~*~
Eighteen lounged back against the chair and looked at Bulma and
Lunch who stood side by side looking at her. “Now listen you two, you’re my number
one people and I’m leaving it up to you to watch Tien’s new friends.” The
leader of the Red Ribbon gang yawned again. “I haven’t been able to find out
much more info about them, except that they are cops, although wether they’re
as dirty as Tien makes them out to be is yet to be seen.”
“I’m sure Tien isn’t lying.” Bulma tossed her blue hair and
fiddled with her gun. “He seems like a nice guy.” She avoided Eighteen’s eyes
as she said this, hoping the leader wouldn’t catch on to her crush.
Lunch scoffed. “Nice guys finish last, sweet heart.” She turned
back to Eighteen and fluffed her curly blond hair. “Trust me boss, as an
ex-copper myself I’ll be able to sniff out if their lying or not.”
“Excellent.” Eighteen stretched and sat up. “I knew I could
count on you two.”
Bulma and Lunch smiled at their leader and left the room
together.
Eighteen pulled out the photo she had of the two men and studied
them, lingering over the photo of Goku, her icy blue eyes taking in his every
feature. “I certainly hope you two are as bad as you seem to be, if your not…”
She glared at the photos. “It’ll be the end of the line for both of you.”
~*~