Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crimes Of The Heart ❯ Chapter 12

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~ Kiya Sama ~ [1]masque83@hotmail.com

Totally AU

Warnings: None I can think of....

Disclaimers: Do not own, so please do not sue.

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CHAPTER 12:

"Merci beaucoup, monsieur." Goku said, smiling, as he handed over his
money to the taxi-driver. Stepping out into the wet, soggy evening he
huddled the jacket around himself and walked straight into the motel.

His mind whirled with the events of the last twenty-four hours.
Somehow, things had slowly begun spiraling out of control and he
didn't feel safe anymore. Looking around him consciously, he tried to
figure out why Piccolo would want to have both he and Yamcha killed. ~
Kami! Yamcha....where could they have taken him to?~ Rubbing weary
hands across his forehead, he swallowed against the lump that was
stuck in his throat. He couldn't lose Yamcha. His best friend, his
companion, his partner...his life.

"I would like a room, please. For one night, thank you." He spoke to
the receptionist. He couldn't go back to the hotel now. Someone might
be there waiting for him and the last thing he needed was for himself
to be in trouble. He figured he would stay at the motel for the night
and get his head straight and try to find a way to get his friend out
of there.

~ And kill that son-of-a-bitch, Piccolo. ~ He growled in anger,
causing the young man in front of him to cringe in alarm.

Smiling, he accepted his keys from the flustered man and headed
towards his room. Opening the door quickly, he slipped inside and
locked it with more force than necessary.

~ You are too jumpy, Goku. Cool it. ~

Removing his coat, he took off his gun and placed it gently on the
bedside table. He tried to favor his shoulder as he gingerly took off
his shirt and pants. Completely nude, he strolled into the bathroom
and looked at his reflection in the small mirror. He frowned as his
mind raced to the story he had heard from Vegeta. He now understood
the reason for the man's hatred and quest for revenge. ~ Probably
would have done the same thing, myself.~

Running fingers through his hair, he suddenly stopped his motions as
sharp ears picked up the sound of someone trying to open his door.
Ignoring the fact that he was in his birthday suit, he silently turned
the shower on. Thankful that he had just the bedside lamp on, he crept
slowly to where his gun lay. Cocking it, he tiptoed to the front door
and pointed the weapon towards it. Sure enough, the doorknob seemed to
have a life of its own, as it turned and twisted with an effort to be
released. Feeling the seconds go by slowly, Goku held his breath. How
the hell could someone have followed him? He had been extremely
careful. No one knew he was here. Not even Vegeta. So who the
hell.....

He jerked up as the door finally gave way and a dark shadow placed a
foot inside the door. Moving swiftly, he placed the gun against the
temple of the intruder, and speaking in icy tones, he spat out curtly,

"One more step and I will blow your fucking brains out."

"Cool it, hotshot. It's me, Dave. Your teammate." The man replied,
raising hands in submission.

"Fuck that! I don't trust any of you guys anymore! So if you think you
are going to come in here and try to bullshit me, you are in for a
rude awakening, pal!" Goku said angrily, about to pull the trigger.

Hearing the click of the weapon, Dave began speaking in a hurry.
"Look, Goku. I swear it. I am on your side. See, I have no weapon on
me. You can frisk me if you like." Which Goku immediately started
doing. Seeing that the man did not have any weapon on him, he relaxed
a bit.

"So what are you doing here? And why couldn't you knock on the door?
Were you following me? And where the fuck is Yamcha?!" Goku pelted
out, not really giving the man an opportunity to get a word in.

Seeing that Goku was as nude as ever, the man blushed slightly and
murmured out,

"Umm...Goku....don't you think you should put some clothes on? I need
to speak to you about something and I don't think looking at your
body.....nice as it is.....is going to help my concentration."

Snorting in a mixture of irritation and amusement, Goku slid into his
discarded pants. Turning around to stare pointblank at his former
teammate, he asked curtly,

"Alright, Dave. Where is Yamcha?"

"Do you want me to do it?" Trunks asked, looking out the car window,
as he smoothed the mask over his head.

17 kept silent for a minute as he contemplated the situation. Their
first mission seemed easy enough. Vegeta had sent them to infiltrate
the home of Mr. Yosho, a Hong-Kong businessman, who usually dealt with
Bejita in the export of illegal alcohol and drugs.

"Sure." He finally replied, leaning over to give his mate a quick,
breathtaking kiss. "For good luck." He said, smiling.

Trunks stepped out into the brisk, night air, shouldering his
backpack. Giving a quick careful glance around, he gave the thumbs-up
sign to his partner and then leapt lithely over the high fence
surrounding the huge estate. Dashing in and out of bushes and trees,
he made his way towards the side of the house that contained the
offices of the rich man.

Moving with the agility of a cat, he climbed the smooth walls and
reached the second level. Peeking into the darkened windows, he nodded
in satisfaction as he realized he had found the right room. With quick
efficiency, he opened up the glass partitions and slipped noiselessly
into the large room. Walking up to the doors, he opened them quietly
and sticking his head out, he saw that no one seemed to be coming to
that particular floor. Closing the doors, he raced over to the
computer that was on the office desk. Removing his own laptop, Trunks
began his work.

In less than thirty minutes, all of Begita and Yosho's illegal
business files and documents would be transferred directly to the
computer screens of Scotland Yard.

The men whistled in appreciation as the shapely woman entered the bar.
She smiled and sashayed her way to an empty table, displaying her
assets in a tight, black strapless leather dress and high leather
boots. Smirking, she opened up her handbag and brought out her compact
mirror. Pretending to put on some more lipstick, she carefully watched
the customers in the bar.

~ Hn. Vegeta said he was supposed to be here. ~ She thought angrily.

"Hey, beautiful." A foul breath muttered close to her ear.

Swallowing her disgust, she snapped the compact shut and plastered on
the bimbo smile. She turned around to regard the ugly bastard that was
trying to pick her up.

"Ooooh....baby.....you are sooooooo hot!" She crooned, as she raised
her knees up and gave the man a sharp blow to his nether regions. She
watched as the man turned pale and grabbed his crotch, speechless at
the pain and then collapsed to the floor in a thud.

"Hey, the babe has got some spice in her." One of the other men
guffawed out in laughter.

~ Great! Just what I needed. A bar full of morons. Since he isn't
here, I guess I will have to leave. ~

Reaching into her purse, she slipped out the packets of gum. Opening
them, she stuck two into her mouth and chewed on it for several
minutes. Making sure that no one saw her actions; she removed them and
stuck them underneath the table. ~ That should be enough.~ Rising up,
she shouldered her bag and was about to head out when another loser
came up to her. Grabbing her hands, the moron began to blurt out,
drunkenly,

"Come on, sugar, you know you want some of ...." He never got to
finish his sentence, as a leather boot was somehow wedged underneath
his neck.

"Touch me again and I will stick this up your butt." She answered
coldly. The man released her slowly, shaking in fear.

~ Hmph. What a dump! ~

Spinning on her heels, she strolled out of the bar. Sheryl grinned in
satisfaction as she heard the loud explosion. Vegeta would be pleased.
She hadn't found Zarbon yet, but another of Bejita's establishments
was no more.

Growling, Piccolo spat out in disgust as he glared at the quaking man
in front of him.

"He hasn't said anything yet?!" He shouted in both amazement and
anger.

"Yes, sir. He says he would rather die than give out any information."

Piccolo had heard enough. Jumping out of his chair, he stormed down
the stairs and stalked angrily up to the bleeding man. Grabbing a hold
of Yamcha's neck, he raised his head up and stared at the barely
recognizable face of his former employee.

"Look at yourself, Yamcha. You would gladly take all this beating just
for that asshole who doesn't really care about you?"

Yamcha remained silent.

"Speak up, you bastard!! Where is Goku? And who were you with at the
Hotel?!"

"Fuck you." Yamcha muttered out through bleeding lips as he glared at
the green man with hate.

Gritting his teeth in fury, Piccolo buried a fist into the man's
stomach, watching in grim satisfaction as Yamcha howled out in pain.
Leaning up to the man's ear, he whispered harshly, "I do intend to
kill you, Yamcha, no matter what happens. I will find your precious
Goku and I will do the same thing to him, only it will be a worse
punishment."

Grinning smugly, he turned to his henchmen and barking out, he said,

"I want you all to search every fucking hotel, motel and whatever else
you can find. I want Goku here by tonight! Do I make myself clear?!"

"Yes, sir!"

Yamcha groaned as he tried to work his bound wrists. ~Kami...I don't
know how much more I can take. Please, Goku. Where are you? Help me,
please. ~

Goku shouldered the backpack and glanced at his companion. Dave was
dressed in similar fashion. Both men wore matching black shirts and
pants underneath large leather coats. Smiling grimly, Goku slipped on
the sunglasses and peeked through the curtains again. Yeah....the car
was still there.

"Are you sure you weren't followed?" Goku asked for the millionth
time.

Dave sighed and answered tiredly, "I swear it, Goku. I was not
followed."

Goku gave him a look that clearly said, `I do not trust you.'

"Whatever. Let's use the back window, anyway." He turned around to
head out of the room when he glanced back at Dave. "Oh and by the way,
if you fuck up...."

"Yeah, yeah. I will be whacked." The man smiled in reply.

"Hmph. Just reminding you." Goku smirked. With the grace of a feline,
the two men leapt out of the bathroom window and dashed off into the
night, heading towards the seaport and Piccolo.

The pleasant sounds of `The Phantom of the Opera' washed over the full
opera house. The show was a hit and the main actors were giving the
performance of their lives. So was the burly man that sat in the royal
box. It was taking all of his acting skills to keep a very interested
face, when his mind was racing with thoughts that were bound to set
him mad in a few minutes.

~ Kuso! How can all this be happening to me? What the fuck is going
on? ~

He had had to listen to yet another whispered message from Zarbon, as
news of the destruction that was being wreaked on his various
establishments was repeated to him. He gave a wan smile to the Lord
and Lady that sat close by, as he clapped absentmindedly.

~ I am sure it is Piccolo. Yes, it must be Piccolo. Kami! I will kill
that bastard!! ~

"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!" He yelled with the crowd, as he stood up to
cheer. His eyes roamed idly through the people and then he felt the
air rush out of his lungs, as his blood ran cold.

~ Kami! No...it can't be! Marianne! ~

Cold, jet black eyes stared at him from the other royal box. The eyes
he had fallen in love with over thirty years ago. Eyes that could see
into his very soul. The eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts on
a particularly happy day. Eyes that now stared at him with total and
complete hate.

~ She is...is....alive!! She looks amazing!! ~

And so she did. Marianne was dressed in the finest of French couture.
The velvet purple ball gown she wore, showed off creamy shoulders. She
was still pale in complexion, but this was not the body of a sick,
dying woman. Instead, she looked strong and healthy. A rosy glow
flushed the pale cheeks and the full lips were still pursed in their
usual stern position. There was no smile on her face as she stared
poigniantly at her former husband. Snorting lightly, she turned around
to whisper to her companion.

Bejita felt the blood drain out of his face as the man sitting beside
her raised his head. Beneath the top hat, sharp obsidian eyes laughed
at him. His family! His Kami-damned family! Vegeta and...and...
Marianne!!

"Sir! Mr.Bejita, sir!" The usher tugged at his jacket.

Jerking around sharply, he snapped at the young man. "What do you
want?!"

"I am sorry, sir. But, I was told to give you this note."

Snatching the paper from the boy, he opened it with shaking fingers.
Trembling violently, he read the scribbled words,

It's been so long, Bejita.

Meet me at the Café across the street, immediately after the show.

I will be waiting.

Marianne.

~ Oh, Kami! Marianne. ~

He swiveled his head around to look at them again, but all he faced
were empty seats and the lingering smell of his former wife's scent in
the air. ~ Jasmine. ~

References

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