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.

 

  1. The characters will probably be OOC in some parts.
  2. This is an A/U fic.
  3. This fic contains odd couples.
  4. There is going to be a lot of violence in this fic.

 

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.

 

 

 

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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.”

 

 

 

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