Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Starcrossed ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: would I be here writing this if I did?! It would be a movie by now!!!

AN: I've had this plot in my head for ages, and finally decided to give it to my fave dbz characters. I really hope you like it.

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"Darkana, please report to the briefing room," came a small voice in Bulma's earring earpiece, Darkana being her alias name.

"Hai," Bulma muttered under her breath, apparently Maalazia had a new assignment for her, and probably a rather urgent one at that, considering she had just returned from an assignment but an hour ago, she'd spent the time in the bathing chambers relaxing, according to her calculations she should've had at least a few days of rest.

"Is something wrong?" the blue-haired female asked as she walked into the head agent's office.

"Not really, we've got a new client today." Maalazia replied, his eyes concealed behind his dark glasses. Maalazia was the head of Code Red, or an assasin team.

"How new?" Bulma asked, she'd been practically born into this organization, she didn't even know who she was, and chose the name Bulma because it was exotic, funky, and seemingly friendly, like herself. Darkana was an alias name, a code name. The one she used on their database files, in case the government should ever find out who she was. Bulma was almost like a nickname in that essence.

"Fairly, we've done business with his family of old, but not with this newer generation."

"Ah, I see. Who is he?"

"Don't be so sure it's a he," Maalazia answered with his usual mocking smirk.

"Oh, so it's finally a girl?" Bulma asked.

"No, but never make assumptions like that." He answered, still smirking. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Just give me the assignment."

"Always in a rush," Maalazia tsked.

"That's also why I'm the best we have," Bulma retorted. Maalazia snorted, and slid a minidisc into a laptop, clicked a few keys on the keyboard, and turned around the machine.

"Here's your target, Vegeta, Saiyan no Ouji."

"Whoo-boy, you guys sure can pick 'em." Bulma whistled, admiring a few still movement shots of Vegeta's physique. "Saiyan prince huh? What's our client want with him?"

"You should keep up with current events, Darkana."

"I do, but humor me anyways."

Maalazia laughed, with that everpresent smirk. "All right. As you know, Ouji Vegeta is next in line to rule Vegetasei. Our client is an old family, name's Selleri, and wants him gone. His father's dying, literally, he's got some internal rupture that the doctor's can't fix, and if Vegeta isn't around to take the throne, Selleri family gets to rule."

"So Selleri wants Vegeta gone so he can rule? Sounds simple enough. When do I start."

"Don't seem so eager, Darkana-kun." (AN: tomboy reference intended.) "Do you know anything about the Saiyans?"

"I do do my homework, if that's what you're trying to imply," Bulma said.

"Everything? Exceptional strength, shape-shifting abilities, ki abilities, telepathy?"

"Like I said, I always do my homework," Bulma sneered. "I'm assuming that's why you want me on the case?"

"Right. I know you don't like messing with these kinda rough around the edges guys, but ChiChi's out on business."

"She's always out whenever I need her," Bulma complained, but a smiled spread across her face at the mention of one of her fellow assasins. "Anyone else to my team?"

"I'd put Juuhachi and Juunana on your team, but they're out doing some small duty for Kold."

"Ah, I see? He needs some world leader exterminated again?"

"Something like that." Maalazia answered. "You accept?"

"What's the pay?" Bulma asked.

"As thrifty as always, I see." Maalazia commented.

"Hey!" Bulma protested. "Don't think these outfits come cheap."

"first things first, can you take the job? You still have an electronics company to run?"

"Victor'll take care of everything. I don't even have to be at work. I've given them enough blueprints to last years. Last minute inventions I came up with. Don't worry about it. It is my company after all, I can take off anytime I want."

"Say the words," Maalazia teased.

"Fine." Bulma huffed. "I accept."

"Good. Here's your briefing disc, I expect you to depart tomorrow."

"No rest for the wicked huh?" Bulma chuckled as she accepted the minidisc, and headed back to her private quarters for a briefing on her next 'mission'.

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"Vegetasei, arid, hot, and humid." The automated voice rambled out. "Average temperature: 35 degrees Kelvin…"

"Etc…etc…" Bulma yawned as she skipped through the planetary layout. "As though I don't do my research," she huffed, as she finally got to the better stuff.

"Nice, nice," she murmured, as she read through Vegeta's profile, and checked out more of his photos. "I'll definitely have some fun with this." She then went to the 'personal' folder. It basically gave her more detailed commands, what kind of death they were supposed to have, if they had to inject something in their blood to make it look accidental, remove a certain organ, stuff like that.

"Saiyan no Ouji Vegeta is to be kidnapped, and held for ransom, and only then may he be returned. But everyone knows that when you deal with Code Red, there are so survivors, so you know what that means." The voice of Maalazia came out from the small speakers. "Ransom for the planet, if that's what you're wondering. Selleri thinks that it would be such a pity for a great warrior like him to go to waste, so he shall be broken, and returned to him. Kill him, in other words, it'll be a long time before Selleri finds out."

"Hah, evil. I like it," Bulma cackled. "Kawaii." She smiled as she folded back up the laptop, and walked down to the technology headquarters to get her equipment.

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"Nappa!!!" Vegeta yelled as he stalked through his corridors, searching for his personal punching bag-I mean, guard-, "Where the hell are you?!"

"Your majesty?" Nappa asked stepping smoothly into the hall, running a hand across his bald head, his tail was puffed out slightly, the only visible sign of his evident distress.

"Where the hell have you been?! I've been searching for ages. I told you to meet me in the royal training rooms at 02100 hours."

"I am sorry Saiyan no Ouji, but the King had matters to attend to."

"and how is he?" Vegeta asked carelessly, already walking towards the general direction of the training room.

"In worser shape than he has ever been," Nappa replied gravely. "It would do a world of good, Ouji, if you would just-"

"SILENCE!!!" Vegeta yelled, turning around, ebony eyes blazing into Nappa's. "I will not visit that old fool. He was a weakling, and has been from the beginning. A true warrior never sucuumbs to something as foolish as a disease. And he's made even more of a fool of himself to request seeing his son. What Elite warrior admits something like that? Feelings, emotions are for those weaker, lesser characters. Something I'd expect a third-class to do."

"He's dying, Vegeta. You should shelve your pride for once and go see him," came a different voice as another man emerged from the door Nappa had just came through.

"Shut your mouth Kakarot. Just because you have position of personal guard does not mean that you are NOT third-class." Vegeta snarled at the younger man. "And never forget your pride as a Saiyan. Pride is everything to a Saiyan. You lose your pride, then you're nothing worse than some low-grade humanoid. Never speak of such stupidity again."

"Yes, my prince," Kakarot answered, with a devious smirk haunting around the edge of his boyish features.

"Did you want something?" Vegeta asked rudely, when he made no move to leave.

"Yes, sir. I was wondering if I could have permission to leave. I'd like to attend to my own father in the scientific department. He has business to attend to and I'd like to help. Do you need my services for a few hours?"

"No, I shall spar with Nappa and in the gravitational chamber for the remainder of this evening and retire at 2330 hours."

"Hai." Kakarot replied, and he bowed to his prince and quickly walked out of the corridor. Vegeta continued his original trek, and wisely keeping his mouth shut, Nappa followed him down the hall.

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Bulma smirked as she gathered the rest of her materials for her trip. She was to infiltrate into the Saiyan palace as some concubine, and using her superior skills, find the prince, subdue him, and take him away. With her ki collars, ki enhancers, and other assorted equipment, she was sure that she could accomplish the act. Now it was just time for the 7 hour induced sleep in her sleek space pod. She set the coordinates for Vegetasei into the nav computer, and released the sleeping gas. The last conscious thought she had was of Vegeta…and how mysteriously sexy he was.

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