Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Galactic Bureau of Investigations ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN Dragonball Z or any of the characters in it. I only own the original characters I made up myself. I do not make any profit of this story.

 

 

A/N This is what happens when you're stuck at home all day and have nothing else to do besides watching crime shows. Saiyans in this story can become allot older then humans. The average lifespan of a Saiyan in this story is about 200 years. I know this chapter seems kinda slow, but I promise it will pick up soon. I also recommend that you read the character backgrounds ( can be found on my website. Link is in my bio.) if you're a bit confused about what's going on.

 

For the people wondering about Bonding... I'm pretty much stuck on that one. I want to finish it. I've been trying to finish it, but I can't seem to get anything on paper. I'm hoping that this story will help get me some ideas for Bonding. If anybody has any suggestions... I'm eagerly listening.

 

 

 

Chapter one.

 

 

 

Location:

 

Planet Vegeta, Royal Palace.

 

 

 

Raditz groaned and put a pillow over his head. Hoping it would drown out the loud banging on his door. Desperately trying to get back to the nice dream he was having about a local barmaid.

Instead the banging continued, now accompanied by a loud and irritated voice.

 

“Raditz! Either you get your fat lazy ass out of bed and open the door, or I'll break down the door and drag you out of that bed myself!”

 

Raditz slowly pulled away the pillow and groggily opened his eyes. The dream was lost. He turned his head to the right and looked at the alarm clock on his bedside table. “Four in the fucking morning.” He growled, dragging his sleepy ass out of his bed. “This better be an fucking emergency.” He stormed to door not even trying to cover his nudity, as he violently yanked it open. “What the fuck do you want, Vegeta!”

 

Vegeta took a quick look at his former bodyguard and raised his eyebrow. “Sorry Raditz, but I just don't swing that way. Now get your ass dressed. It's time to get to work.”

 

“Work?” Raditz blinked. “But work doesn't start 'till eight thirty!” Vegeta rolled his eyes.

 

“I know that, Idiot. I just want to be there early to prepare.” Raditz sighed and walked back into his chambers leaving the door open for Vegeta to enter. He knew he would not be able to change the stubborn prince's mind, so instead of arguing he decided to just admit defeat. Looking for a clean set of armor, Raditz took a quick glance at his friend.

 

Leaning rigidly against a wall, Vegeta had his arms crossed and was staring blankly ahead. His tail swaying agitatedly behind him. “You nervous? I mean It's not everyday your father makes you head of a homicide task force.”

 

Vegeta snorted. “I don't get nervous. This is just a another change to prove that I'm superior to him in any way.” Raditz, pulling on his boots, just nodded. Having known the prince his entire life, he knew better then to comment on his arrogance. He stood up.

 

“OK Vegeta, I'm ready.”

 

“Good. Lets go.” With that he stormed out of the room, not even bothering to see if Raditz was following.

 

“This is going to be a long day.” Raditz let out a tired sigh, before following his prince out the door.

 

 

 

 

 

Location:

 

Planet Vegeta, Royal City, Galactic Bureau of Investigations Headquarters.

 

 

 

When Vegeta and Raditz walked into the Homicide office, they found two people already present. Sitting at a big oval table in the middle of the room, were Bardock and Kakarot. Vegeta blinked as Bardock handed him a cup of hot steaming coffee.

 

“How did you even know we were coming?” Bardock smirked.

 

“Lets just say, I had a vision.” Raditz grabbed another cup and reached into an open box standing on the table. He lifted the sugary treat with an amused expression.

 

“Donuts, Dad?” Bardock shrugged.

 

“Well we are cops now, aren't we?”

 

“You really need to stop watching those old Earth cop shows, Bardock.” Vegeta chuckled. He sat back on his chair at the head of his table and chewed his donut thoughtfully. Raditz sat down across from his younger brother, who he noted, had yet to speak a word. He smirked to himself, as he watched Kakarot staring bleary eyed at his coffee, his brother really wasn't a morning person.

 

Bardock in turn studied Vegeta's thoughtful expression. “There really is no need for worry, Vegeta. I've worked with miss Briefs before. She really is the best in the business.” Raditz nodded.

 

“Yeah, and lets not forget the fact that she's totally hot.” Vegeta shot a glare at his former bodyguard.

 

“We're here to work Raditz. Not to get laid.” He growled before picking up his coffee cup for another swallow.

 

“Raditz wouldn't be able to get laid, unless he forced himself on the girl.” Kakarot sneered.

 

Vegeta barely managed to swallow the hot brew without choking. He stared at the young Saiyan, unsure if he heard him right. He had never seen him behave like this. As far as he knew the Saiyan was always cheerful. To the point that it annoyed the hell out of Vegeta. Bardock didn't seem bothered by the outburst at all. He calmly grabbed a donut from the box and began eating it, like nothing had happened.

 

Raditz glared at his brother. He knew his younger sibling was not a morning person, but damn it, he had been dragged off his bed to! “I may not get laid, but at least I'm not tied down to a stupid harpy like Chichi.” He shot back. Kakarot jumped up out of his seat, now completely awake.

 

“You take that back!” He growled. “Chichi is not stupid!” Raditz smiled at his brother triumphantly, as Kakarot realized that he had just confirmed that his wife was a harpy. He plopped back into his seat and grabbed his coffee. “Just shut up.” He grumbled.

 

Bardock, completely ignoring his sons, looked back up to Vegeta. “You really don't need to worry, Vegeta.” He said again. “I'm sure she's over it by now.” Raditz and Kakarot stopped glaring at each other and focused on Vegeta.

 

“You met Bulma Briefs?” Kakarot asked surprised. Vegeta shot a withering glare at Bardock.

 

“Briefly.” Was all he said.

 

“Well?” Raditz said curiously. “What happened? Why would she be mad at you? You turn her down or something?” Bardock snickered.

 

“Not exactly.” He answered for the prince. “It was at last years summer ball...”

 

“Bardock...” The prince growled warningly. Bardock ignored the warning and continued.

 

“To keep a long story short... The evening ended with Vegeta covered in Champagne en Bulma storming out of the ballroom.”

 

Raditz gaped at the now furious prince, he had known the prince since he was a baby. In all those years Vegeta had never had a problem with the ladies. This must have been a complete first for him. No wonder the prince had been so uptight all morning. “What the hell did you say to her, to piss her off that much?” Vegeta focused his glare on Raditz and was about to answer, when a voice from behind did it for him.

 

“Actually, I think his exact words were: you're pretty smart, for a lowly human.” Vegeta turned around and stared straight into a pair of bottomless blue eyes. Bulma stared straight back. “Hello Vegeta.”