Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Colors Black and Red ❯ Long night starts everything ( Chapter 1 )

Let's start this one with a bang! I have no idea where this story came from, but I hope you like it!

I disclaim everything but the plot. In other words the characters aren't mine just the story.

The Colors Black and Red by DBPrincess116

Trunks was in his office having a stiff drink. It had been a very profitable day. He loosened his tie and took off his hat and jacket. Soon his contact would tell him if the deal went down or not. All he had to do was wait. He hated waiting.

Trunks was the so called head of his family. The leader, the bread winner, the decision maker, and thinker were his jobs to name a few. His father had left him the `business' a short 2 years ago after being shot during a dispute with a rivaling family. His mother had been killed for revenge to a dirty deal his father pulled. Bra, his one and only sister was left in his care as well as the `business.' At young age of 25 Trunks Briefs was the head of one of biggest crime families ever known.

His phone rang. Trunks looked at it took as slow breath and answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Boss! We were hit! We lost about half the crew!" a man rambled.

"Jer, what the fuck!? Get you ass back here now!" Trunks slammed the phone down. He knew this was the Sons' work. Damn them. He had been planning this job for months, and it was foiled because of the damned Son family, but who was the head now? Kakkarot had died from his father's attack. He only knew of two possibilities, Pan or Goten Son. Goten Son… Trunks had seen him once. He was a mirror image of his father, same dopey everything, but Pan, no one had ever seen her. However, they had heard about her. She was a dead shot and a martial artist; deadly was the word most used to describe her. Trunks wished they had done the same for his sister. She was a target at all times just because she had the last name Briefs. "FUCK!" He swore. He would not let them take her like they took his mother. He slammed his fist on his desk. How did the Sons know about this deal? "How did they know? Dammit!"

Trunks office door burst open and admitted Jerry. He was bleeding from where a bullet had grazed his forehead.

"What the hell happened?" Trunks asked in frustration.

"I dunno boss. Everything was going fine, but then from the roof top some suit started firing. He yelled `Tell Trunks he'll get his. Tell him Goten Son said so."

"Bastard! How many are gone?"

"Tory, Alex, John, and Max are dead; James Mike, and Shorty are wounded. I don't know how they are doing."

"Jerry, go home, clean yourself up, and get some rest." Trunks ordered.

"Boss, what are you gonna do about the Sons?"

"I DON'T KNOW DAMMIT!"

"Don't worry boss, it'll come to you. It took your dad time, too."

"Thanks Jer, get going."

"Sure boss. You headed upstairs tonight?"

"No, I should go check on the guys."

"Come on, go have some fun. Listen to your sister sing. Oh there's also another girl tonight."

"Another girl? I didn't get another girl."

"You sister did. She says she can sing like an angel. Boss, take a breather. We'll get them." Jerry left the room and went home.

Trunks flung himself into his chair and ran his hand through his hair roughly. "DAMN THOSE SONS DAMN THOSE SONS OF BITCHES TO HELL!"

"Trunks?" Bra's voice rang sweetly in concern for his yelling.

He looked up to her and smiled. She always made him smile. Her kindness and gentility was all her own. He worried about her because she never worried about herself. She thought of everyone as a friend and aided anyone who needed help.

"Hey sweetness, what's go' in on?"

"I want you to come hear this girl sing. It's amazing, and she's singing your favorite song."

"At Last?" Trunks questioned. Bra shook her head up and down. Trunks picked up his glass and downed the last of his drink. He fixed his tie and shirt and then picked up his jacket. He stood and walked to her. "She better be that good." He smirked and walked her back upstairs for the show.

Focus was a jazz/ blues night spot. The club itself made a lot of money, but it was really a cover for the Briefs family `business.' The family also legitimately ran the Capsule Corporation free from organized crime. It had belonged to his mother, and for her his father had always kept it clean.

Trunks and Bra were seated at a small cocktail table near the stage. The light from the small candle danced. "Smile bro, you look hideous wearing that frown."

"Sorry, rough day." Bra nodded in understanding.

"Have you eaten?" Bra asked as the lights when lower. Trunks shrugged and looked at the stage hoping this singer everyone was talking about would take his mind off the night.

No one was yet on stage but the piano started playing. Then the most beautiful voice started singing behind stage "At last… My love has come along. My lonely days are over…" She came out on stage dressed in a red evening gown and black elbow gloves. She was amazing. Her voice was so soothing, and to look at her you felt she really had found her true love. Trunks watch her in amazement. Maybe it was because she was singing his favorite song, maybe it was because she was the loveliest thing he had ever laid eyes on, but something held his attention. He didn't even blink until the song was over. Her blue eyes glistened from the spot light, and her black hair waved behind her as she moved about the stage. Her pale face smiled as she finished and went back stage.

"What did you say her name was?" Trunks asked still a bit dazed.

"I didn't." Bra giggled, "But since you are so interested, it's Macy Agradon."

Trunks just nodded absently. Bra giggled again. "What?" Trunks questioned.

"Aw, you're smitten." She smiled brilliantly.

"I am not." Trunks huffed, "Speaking of smitten, where's your bouncer boyfriend?"

"Ubuu? He's at the door like he's supposed to be."

"Good."

Ubuu wasn't involved in the family; he just worked as a bouncer. Bra met him one night and fell hard for him. They had been together pretty much ever since. Bra was rambling again about some pointless thing that had happened in her day. Trunks really wasn't paying attention as he should. He was watching the stage door. He wanted to talk to her to Macy. Finally, she emerged and seemed to be looking over the floors for someone. She spotted Trunks and Bra's table and began to walk over. Trunks breath seemed to catch. She finally made her way all way and spoke, "Thank you Ms. Briefs, I really appreciate you letting me sing." She said.

"It was beautiful." Trunks said in a daze again. Macy blushed and thanked him. "Would you like a drink or something to eat? On the house."

"Mr. Briefs I couldn't."

"Of course you can." Bra said encouragingly and stood. "I'm going to check on the bar. You guys talk. I'll be back with some drinks and food." Bra walked away winking at Trunks who just smirked back at her.

"So, Ms. Agradon how long have you been singing?" Trunks asked.

"All my life, it's a hobby really. Pleace, call me Macy." She smiled sweetly.

"Well, Macy, please sit down." Trunks flashed his winning smile. She smiled and took the seat bashfully. They talked about minor things like hobbies they had or foods they liked. It turned out they both had a soft spot for sesame chicken and rice. At some point and time Bra and Ubuu joined then, and after many hours of friendliness and laughter, Macy thought it best to go home and get some sleep.

"Well I had better get going. I have a busy day of job hunting tomorrow. Singing's fun, but it doesn't always pay the bills." With that she rose from the table and went back stage to get her belongings.

"Trunks, you should ask her to sing again or offer her a real job." Bra chimed.

Still in a daze, "Huh? Why? You know we can't let strangers just come in here. What if she found her way downstairs?" He said when he came to himself.

"I'll watch her. I think we can trust her." Bra said firmly.

"Sis, you think we can trust anyone, but right now it's just too risky." Trunks said although he wanted to trust her. He wanted her around more and as more than just an employee.

"Trunks, you are impossible. I know you like her. You should at least give her the benefit of the doubt. Forget about all the business, and live your life. Do something that will make you happy." Bra reasoned.

"If I do something to make me happy, if I let her work her, if I see her, that puts her in danger. If I really cared about her I wouldn't want that. It's just best that she stays away." Trunks said more to himself than anyone.

"At least let her work here. She needs a job. It couldn't hurt."

"All right, I will offer her a job. What position do you think she'd like?"

"She'd make a good bar tender. The guys would flock over there for drinks and a chance to chat with her." Trunks didn't really like the idea of her being surrounded by drunken men after her for her looks, but he wasn't supposed to care because it was dangerous to care. Caring brought weakness to the business, and that's what he had to worry about right now.

"Fine, I'll ask her to work the bar." Trunks sighed in defeat. How was it he could never tell her no.

"Great! There she is. Hurry before she leaves." Bra said pointing to the stage door.

Trunks got up and walked over. He paused to look at her beauty before he made his offer. She refused him, but instead of being relieved he reasoned with her to take the job at least until she found something else. She still refused. He told her firmly she would be at work the following night behind the bar. He pointed firmly. She smiled and hesitantly accepted the job.

"Good, be here around 8 we open at 9."

"Sure thing, Boss." She smiled politely, but the way she called him boss reminded him of the business. He didn't want to think of her and the business in anyway together.

"Please, Call me Mr. Briefs, or if you want, Trunks."

"Thank you Mr. Briefs. I will do my best." She extended her hand to shake his. He took her small, soft hand to skake, but he ended up just holding it. He looked into her blue eyes that could only rival his in unique blue, and asked.

"Please, call me Trunks?" A hint of blush colored her pale face. He found this amazingly enticing and smile at her.

"Thank you, Trunks. I guess I should be going."

"What's the rush? You have a job, and you don't have to be in until 8PM."

"Yes, but I don't like being out too late in the city."

"Would you like me to call you a cab?"

"No I'll walk."

"Nonsense, it's almost midnight. Let me take care of you, it" he corrected quickly. She blushed again and diverted her eyes to the floor.

"It's really not necessary."

"Oh but it is." He led her still holding her hand to the bar and called the cab personally. "Now you can't refuse."

"I guess not." She smirked. "I guess I will see you tomorrow night Mr. Briefs, Trunks."

"Possibly, but if I'm not here, Bra will be if have any questions."

Macy freed her hand that he still had been holding. "Alright, thank you again." Then she turned and walked out the door and got into the waiting cab.

"Where to?" The driver asked.

"804 Elm, please." She said.

Trunks walked to the door to see the cab drive away. He turned and went back to his office. He made a few calls. He was informed that he lost 5 of his best men. He informed their families and offered his sincerest condolences. With that taken care of his began to plot his revenge on the Sons.

He then came up with a stroke of bold genius, `Pan! I'll take out Pan.' He had no idea how to do it. No one had ever seen her, but he was sure she was the new head. He'd have to get someone in the Son family, and they'd have to get close. Who could he trust with this job? No one but himself. `No, this is insane, she's all but untouchable, but I will get that bitch, for my farther, for the family, and for me.' He put his hat on secured his gun in the holster under his shoulder under his jacket. He closed his briefcase and went home.

Meanwhile, at 804 Elm….

"You did good, real good."

"Thanks Goten, do you think the boss will approve?"

"Her? I dunno, she's a bit hard nosed and accepts nothing but perfection."

"Well then, I won't be anything less than perfect."

"Macy… you crack me up!"

"Goten shut up! Let's get some sleep."

Really important info !!!!!!!! must read the following A/N!!!!!!!

So what do you think???? Good? Bad? The next chapter is already in the works. Macy will start getting closer to Trunks. Pan… will come on the scene eventually. I will tell you she's not a very pleasant person to work for. About familes. Trunks and Bra's parents were Bulma and Vegeta Briefs I used that last name it was easier. Kakkarot Son was the father of Gohan and Goten Son. Gohan, Pan's father, was killed by Vegeta. Kakkarot and Vegeta both die from a gun fight which Kakkarot started because of the death of his son Gohan. On his death bed, Kakkarot left the business to Goten and Pan. Pan has sworn to kill Trunks and Bra Briefs and formed a plan where Macy will get close, learn their secrets, and exploit them. If you have any questions just ask!! Hope you guys liked it.!! Hope you guys will review!! Now I must go. Hope to hear from you soon. Later

DBPrincess