Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption ❯ Deals with Demons ( Chapter 1 )

Redemption

By: Caith

This idea has been kicking around my head for a long time. I finally decided to write it after I joined MediaMiner. There will be yaoi elements and later on, yaoi pairings. Before going any further, Goku and Vegeta fans beware- though they are mentioned somewhat, they do not appear in this fic. This is a primarily Ginyu Force fic and will, at some point, include others of Freiza's army, like Zarbon. Read, constructive criticism welcome, flamers, don't you have anything better to do with your lives? I now give you chapter one of Redemption.

 

 

Chapter 1: Deals with Demons

 

 

The commissioner of the intergalactic police had a headache.

This was not new, seeing as he had three interconnecting nerves in the front of his head that were often caught unaware. But this headache had been growing ever since he got the news from a scouter pod that had been out investigating the remains of namek.

 

How he'd even survived was a stretch. No one, except for the tyrant lizard Freiza, was thought to be able to breathe in space. But they had found him, alive. He was in a tank now. And they were bringing him here.

 

Rando Malex popped a few more pain-gone pills and sat at his huge desk. The kasjinn of Kuran whipped his large, furry tail under his feet and combed his whiskers with his claws as he waited. This had possibilities. Real possibilities. They could learn anything they wanted from this man, anything at all, about Freiza and his now floundering empire. They could find out if he was really dead.

 

That was, if he would cooperate. And if he was who the techies who found him thought he was, then that could prove to be a problem, indeed. Rando sighed as his holocom came on, revealing Patch, the main techie of pod 267.

 

“ Comissioner?”

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“He's awake, sir. We're bringing him in now.”

“Has he fought?”

“No, sir, he's been cooperative, so far.”

“Let's hope it stays that way. I'll meet you down in the docking port. And Patch?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Be fucking careful. That guy could kill us all.”

“Yes, Sir.” The holocrom turned off.

 

Commissioner Rando leaned back in his chair, sighing. Then he stood and walked out the door. This could prove to be a very, very long afternoon.

 

 

It was oddly quiet in the interrogation room. Usually, there were threats, and arguments, pleas of innocence and tears. But there was no sound from the man who sat there now, staring with cold, amused emerald eyes at the large cat being across from him. Trust them to bring the best. He felt so honored.

 

Rando stared at the man across from him.

“You what?” he asked, hardly believing his ears. The captive chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

“You heard me, Commissioner, why in the universe would I repeat myself?”

“ You're trying to cut a deal with me. Do you want to get out of justice, is that it? Because that won't work with us.”

His captive chuckled once more. The sound sent shivers of dread down Rando's spine.

“Mr. Malex, the only reason you've kept me alive thusfar is because you need me. You need my information and you need my skills. So what I'm offering you is quite simple. You use my skills, my information. I become a member of your little police division, and you have a direct outlet to all things Freiza. And in return? You wipe me off the map. I never existed. Sounds simple enough, correct?”

 

Rando rubbed his long, tufted ears as he thought. This was simply too good to be true. A member of Freiza's army, willingly on the force, if only his name was erased from the databanks. Well, Rando could set that up easily enough. There was only one thing that bothered him about this deal.

 

“You use ki, correct?”

“Yes,” said the other man, his polite tone never changing.

“Ki is useful, but it's also dangerous. And don't try to feed me that “I'm not an official of the army I don't have that much power' BS. I KNOW who you are, and what you can do. So…”

“So what, Commissioner?”

“I'd like to add one more clause to this deal.” He leaned forward.

“You become a member of the force. You keep your name, but we wipe your file- the officials are the only ones who know who you are. We get access to everything you know about Freiza and whatever is left of his army- we'll invent a story to cover that. And we collar you.”

“Collar, Commissioner?” There was no change in tone. Rando wondered, deep down, if he was about to make a deal with a devil.

“Collars. That's what we call them. My boys don't know about them, since no one has to wear `em. They'll restrict your powers. Not completely, but enough. I've got the key.”

 

The man seemed to consider for a moment.

“Very well. Done.”

Rando blinked. He had expected some kind of outburst, some spark of rebellion, at the mere thought of being confined. But his expression was still bland, his eyes still level.

“Commissioner?”

“Huh?” Rando looked up from his reverie.

The man raised his eyebrows. “Shouldn't we get to work on this?” he pointed out. “I assume you have more things to do today than just make deals with me.”

Rando nodded. “We'll start immediately,” he said. “Follow me.”

 

The two men left the room, but it still remained as cold as it had been before.

 

Rando rejoiced in the simplicity of the operation. Pull a few strings to get the guy an apartment one garnec away from HQ. Put some money into an account to make it look like he had had a true job before joining the force. Wiping a file in the `Most Wanted' section to create one for an employee of the Intergalactic police. And, of course, the collar.

 

It was a masterpiece of machinery, a metal shell surrounding a markite core. The stone at the center disrupted the powers only of the one wearing the collar, while the metal around it prevented the material from disrupting others. It snapped on quite simply. The man touched the plain, grey metal.

“And interesting device. How much did you pay for it?”

“Too damn much,” admitted Rando. “But it's useful, don't you think?”

The man seemed to ponder. A small ball of ki, red in color, appeared on his palm. Try as he might, he could not make it any larger. “Certainly.”

“Anything else we should do?” he asked, thinking aloud. The man looked at him, then nodded his head. “There is one more thing.”

“What?”

He shook his head once more, and Rando got the point.

“Ah. Yes. We'll take care of that, too.”

 

 

Two days later, police chief Marks Bercoli called everyone in the homicide and narcotics department to the conference room. The officers walked into the old, piss yellow room, laughing and joking. Their jokes fell silent as they saw what they were there for.

A man stood against the wall, talking to the Chief in soft tones. His skin was bright, flaming red, pointing his origins to Shinja, a few galaxies away. His white hair, cut short around his ears, feathered outward, gave, coupled with his angular face and slightly pointed ears, a very dangerous, yet sexy appeal.

 

He was of good height, around five seven, though shorter than some of the beings on the force. He wore a band of grey metal around his neck, and his attire consisted of a black tank top and black pants made of a comfortable material most closely associated with denim. He glanced up as the others entered, and his eyes were a poisonous emerald green.

 

Marks stopped talking and stood. “Good to see you all managed to make it here on time, for once,” he commented, looking towards the back of the crowded room. “This is an officer who has just been assigned to our division. Don't be to hard on him, boys.” Various forms of laughter echoed through the room. The new officer smiled charmingly, and the members of the narcotics and homicide division liked what they saw.

“My name is Jizu Blade.” He said in an odd accent, bowing. “Trust me, it's a pleasure.”