Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ In the Line of Duty ❯ Chapter 1: Late ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Hah who needs one! I'm broke and if I owned DBZ or any of its characters I would be making money off this and every other fic every written, but since I don't I'll just stick with dreaming about saiyan hunks who gravity defying hair. Whatever.

 

 

 

{AN: In this fic basically the whole gangs here but this is totally AU so I decide who gets with who and who acts like what. Don't like it tough. I really do hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed thinking it up. Um that's it I think. No intro just read and I'm sure you'll figure out the story as we go along. }

 

 

“B, get your ass up now!” An angry female voice yelled from behind a locked door.

“Five more minutes.” A petite female drowsily answered snuggling back into her dark blue comforter.

“Don't you dare fall back to sleep. We're supposed to meet Sarge in like 10 minutes.”

That woke the sleeping beauty right up. “Oh shit.” She cursed, throwing back her covers and jogging to her black and white bathroom.

“Dammit there's no time for a shower.” The female called banging on the oak door.

“There's always time for a shower. Just hold on.” B answered from the shower.

Taking only 3 minutes to clean herself off she sprinted to her wardrobe were she grabbed a pair of gray slacks that molded to her every curve at the waist and butt then flared down the rest of the way, a thin black sweater that left nothing to the imagination and a pair of black loafers to complete her ensemble.

After her 2 minute dressing she moved over to her vanity where she quickly dabbed on some mascara and some cherry lip gloss. Dabbing a bit of gel on her hair she smoothed her blue tresses into a long ponytail.

Smacking her lips she smiled, “Done and in only 7 minutes. Girl you surprise even yourself sometimes.” Winking at her reflection she grabbed her badge and gun and headed for the door where her steaming partner waited on the other side.

“Howdy.” She chirped to her extremely pissed partner.

“Dammit we're going to be late again! Dammit this is the third time this week. Sarge is going to be so pissed.” Her blonde friend growled running after her down the hall.

“Well we're lucky he likes us and that we're his best officers, aren't we?” B answered not looking back as she sprinted down to the end of the hall. “Stairs or elevator?” She asked stopping in between the two choices.

“Stairs, faster plus your fat ass need some exercise.” Her partner said running up the stairs leaving B behind. “

“Hey, my ass is not fat. It fits my physique quite nicely if I say so myself.” Be flew up the stairs enraged.

“Well Yamcha seems to think your ass is nice.” Her partner called down from the top steps. B couldn't help but blush at that comment.

“Yeah well he's never going to get near this ass. So he can keep dreaming.” She answered finally getting to the top floor and proud to say no breathless. She had to admit though that Yamcha was quite a looker and so was that guy down in CSI, Radish or something.

“Whatever B, lets just get going we're 5 minutes late.” Her friend ran through the door leaving B behind again.

“Dammit 18, if we're late what's the point in rushing?” B called running after her.

“The less tardy the better.” 18 whispered as she stood in front of 2 large black doors marked conference room. “Come on B and don't start anything please.” 18 commented slowly opening the doors.

Both girls shuffled in trying not to draw to much attention to themselves, but it was hopeless seeing as they were 2 out of 4 females that worked in the department. The room was filled with all the main agents in FBI with Sarge standing up front delivering a presentation.

“Well ladies, I'm glad you could finally join us.” Sarge said directing everyone's attention to the 2 tardy ladies in the back.

B blushed visibly while 18 sneered at the offending males and females stares. “Sorry Sarge it won't happen again.” B mumbled apologizing as she quickly made her way to her seat at the front.

“I'm sure it won't.” Sarge sarcastically replied turning back to his presentation.

B was getting very irritated with the stares she could feel through her back as she made her way to her seat. `Damn myself for wearing this outfit.' She mumbled to herself finally making it to her seat were she plopped down tiredly. She immediately tuned out Sarge though she looked like she had her full attention on him.

“Late again I see. What is it the third time this week?” A dark haired woman whispered loudly to another dark hair woman beside her. “I mean really, the boss never disciplines her. I swear you'd think she was sleeping with him or something.” She continued whispering causing her friend to snicker.

“What a bitch!” B mumbled under her breath causing 18 to stifle her laughter.

“Dude did you see 18, man she's hot!?!” A brown haired guy whispered to his dark haired friend.

“Yeah but Bulma looks way hotter for sure. I mean her body is all that. I mean her ass is just nice and then her boobs are so…”

“Will all of you shut up!!” Sarge yelled shutting all the whispering people up. “Now as I was saying..” He started before he was interrupted this time by the door slamming open. “What the hell?!” He yelled waiting for the offending persons to walk through the door so he could give them the tongue lashing and through the door they did walk, well more like sauntered.

 

 

{AN: Um yeah that's it sort of short I guess but it seems really long when you write it down on paper first. But don't worry if the chapters don't get longer ( though I'm pretty sure they will), I won't take too long to update so you won't have to wait too long. I'm sure you've already started to guess who the nameless characters are. Again this is AU and my story so I choose to do what I feel like with it. I think it's fresh and different. So until next time. Hasta!