Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Silver Dragon Hotel ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

The Silver Dragon Hotel

Characters: The Entire DBZ gang except Gohan, Trunks, and Goten because they haven't been born yet.

RATING: R

WARNINGS: Violence and adult situations, but not in this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ. This is a Fan Fiction so please don't sue. Any other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

KEY: ** Thoughts are in italics with two asterisks.

SUMMARY: THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE FAN FICTION. The DBZ gang AKA the Silver Dragon Team, is a group of undercover agents that carry out missions for Akisa-sei's (Earth) Prime Minister Kami. The Silver Dragon Hotel is the undercover center for all government emissaries on Akisa-sei. Covert agents from around the world come to the hotel to receive orders and assignments.

NOTE: Android 17(Juunanagou) is not related to Android 18 (Juuhachigou) in this story. Goku is called Kakarott because he grew up Saiyajin. Vegeta-sei is still destroyed, not by Frieza but by a natural disaster. Kakarott, Vegeta, Turles, Radditz, and Susumi (Original character) survived because they were off world.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special Thanks to Mia Skywalker for beta-ing. You rock Mia!!!!

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Located in downtown Barako, The Silver Dragon Hotel is an undercover operations base where the DBZ gang poses as a security team. In reality, they are Akisa-sei's top agents.

The Silver Dragon Team:

Kami: Prime Minister

Master Roshi: Commander

Kakarott: Combat Specialist

Turles: Operations/Intelligence Specialist

Radditz: Weapons Specialist

Piccolo: Communications Specialist

Vegeta: Lieutenant Commander

Bulma: Technology Specialist

Chi-Chi: Transportation Specialist

Android 18 (Juuhachigou): Language Specialist

Susumi (Original Character): (Turles' cousin): Engineering Specialist

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Radditz and Turles lounged in the camera surveillance room. Radditz stood up to stretch, and yawned loudly.

"Hey, Turles, let's meet after hours for a little practice. Things have been a little too quiet lately and we need to keep our reflexes sharp."

Turles raised an eyebrow and shot Radditz a questioning look.

"You just want to show off how you can split a hair on a target. No thanks, I think my reflexes are sharp enough. By the way, do you ever think about anything other than weapons and ammunition?"

His eyes brightened as he thought of a solution to Radditz's social problem.

"You really should explore more and round out your repertoire. I know someone who could help you out with that. My cousin Susumi is friendly. She just returned from a reconnaissance mission off world. Since she is Saiyajin, I won't have to worry about you hitting on her. She can handle you with one hand tied behind her back."

Radditz chuckled softly as he leaned back in his chair. "That may not be a bad idea. How did she make the team anyway? Did you write a letter of recommendation to that old pervert Roshi, or did she actually have skills?"

Turles stood up and smirked at Radditz as he thought about his answer.

"A little bit of both, but she did have the qualifications and more. You know how Kami runs a mean background and compatibility check. If she didn't have what it takes, she wouldn't have made the cut to replace Lunch."

Turles began to absently rub his slightly stubbled chin as he continued the conversation.

"Funny how Lunch and that Tien guy just wanted to settle down and start a family. This is the life. Danger and fighting sings in these veins. It is more a part of me than anything is. I can't imagine being responsible for someone other than my team members. It just reeks of weakness to me."

"Straighten your tie, man; Bulma and Chi-Chi are coming up the walkway. They must be our replacements today. That babe with the blue hair definitely has potential. If Chi-Chi weren't such a witch, she'd be hot, too. There's just something about a chick that isn't afraid to get down and dirty under a piece of machinery."

"Print the reports, here they come!" Turles hissed at Radditz, glaring furiously at him.

Bulma and Chi-Chi stopped outside the surveillance room door to scan the security codes embedded in the devices on each of their left wrists. They stopped at a second set of doors that ran an iris scan. After everything checked out, they entered to find Radditz and Turles standing beside the door with a pair of wicked grins. Bulma sidestepped Radditz and stopped in front of the two Saiyajin men.

Bulma smiled as she waved her index finger at them in a questioning manner.

"Good afternoon, boys. You haven't been doing anything naughty, have you?" You look like you've just swallowed a small pet or something. Where are today's reports?"

Radditz reduced his grin to a smirk and walked closer to regard Bulma thoughtfully.

"We just can't help but smile in appreciation of two visions of loveliness in such close proximity. Get to work, girls. Our day is done. We'll see you later at the 9 PM briefing in Master Roshi's harem… I mean office. Let's roll, Turles."

Turles and Radditz both bowed to the ladies and sauntered out into the lobby.

Chi-Chi glared daggers at Bulma. "If you didn't encourage them, they would eventually back off." She placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes at the taller blue-haired woman. "Men, all they do is think with their other heads. To think that after six months of working together on missions they still ogle us as if we're common bimbos or something."

Bulma sat down and swiveled in her chair to face Chi-Chi.

"Give me a break, Chi-Chi. You're just mad because you aren't getting any. What you need is a man. I like being appreciated. It's better than being ignored. I think that we have more than proven our value to the team and if we look good doing it, all the better."

Bulma looked away from Chi-Chi and became engrossed in her own private thoughts.

**I wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with Lieutenant Vegeta. He looks like the type that won't kiss and tell, Unlike Turles who always brags about his conquests. Haven't you noticed how cool Vegeta stays under pressure? Nothing seems to get to him. He maintains such an icy exterior; it gives me the impression that he's very passionate but likes to hide it.**

The shrill sound of Chi-Chi's raised voice brought her out of her little mind trip. "Check out the guy on camera four. It looks like Dr. Gero's lackey invited a few suspicious-looking friends over to party. Call Piccolo and get him to scope the lobby." She knew that with his exceptional hearing, he would be sure to overhear what was happening down there.

MEANWHILE

In one of the gravity training chambers, Kakarott and Lieutenant Vegeta faced off against each other. With a curious half-smile on his face, Kakarott took a step back and crouched into a ready stance.

"How would you like to finish up our match, Lieutenant? Jiujutsu, Aikido, or American Street-Fighting? You pick."

Vegeta crouched and positioned himself in a fighting stance as well. He smirked at Kakarott and growled. "I can take what ever you dish out, baka. Bring it on! "

Both fighters seemed to vanish. All a viewer might have seen would be flashes of punches, kicks, and body parts that only appeared for brief seconds. After about twenty minutes, Kakarott stopped and motioned for a time-out. He checked his beeping telecom watch and noticed that Chi-Chi had just sent him a message.

MESSAGE: "Sorry to interrupt your sparring match, Kakarott, but there is a potential lead on Dr. Gero's activities in the lobby. Gero's errand boy just brought in some guests, and the profiles look interesting. I'll brief you when you arrive."

Kakarott turned to Vegeta and bowed apologetically. He knew that Vegeta only tolerated official business as an interruption to his daily work-out.

"Permission to end the sparring match sir. Some potential leads to Dr. Gero's organization have just entered the lobby. I'll check it out and report back to you in an hour over the telecom."

Vegeta nodded, "You are dismissed, Kakarott. I expect a full report!" Well? Don't just stand there like a moron… MOVE YOUR ASS!"

BACK IN THE CONTROL ROOM

Chi-Chi motioned to an empty chair for Kakarott and smiled cheerfully.

"Afternoon, Kakarott. Let me brief you on the situation in the lobby." Chi-Chi moved over to where the monitor displayed the men down below. "On camera 20, Juunanagou is having lunch with three guests. They are Zarbon, Dabura, and Kooler." As she spoke, her small, delicate hand pointed to each of the aliens in turn. " As you already know, all four have a nasty track record."

Bulma continued where Chi-Chi left off as she looked at the pages of the background checks she had just printed out on the men.

"Juunanagou is Gero's right-hand man, Zarbon is a known illegal arms dealer, Dabura is Dr. Gero's favorite assassin, and Kooler is an intergalactic bounty hunter. Why they would be seen together here and who they are looking for is beyond me. We had Oolong and Yamcha sneak into Juunanagou's room to plant a special camera that Bulma and Susumi invented this weekend. It wires transmissions directly into our telecom watches on an untraceable frequency."

Kakarott smirked and walked over to stand between Chi-Chi and Bulma.

"Good job, ladies! The lieutenant has had his eye on Juunanagou for a while. Who knew that he had such interesting friends! Make a copy of the specifics and send them directly to Lieutenant Vegeta. All of these guys in one place at the same time is bad news. I'll contact Turles and Radditz and tell them to be on alert."

Bulma interrupted swiftly with an urgent frown on her face. "Just a sec, Kakarott! our guys are on the move. A message from Piccolo said that they're headed towards the pool hall."

Kakarott typed a message into Turles' telecom watch.

MESSAGE: "Turles, round up Radditz and tell him to man the door at the north wing pool hall in 10 minutes. Put on a suit and escort Bulma; make like you're on a date or something. We need close surveillance on Juunanagou and his crew. If they start a pool game, take the table directly across from them and monitor from there. K - Out."

He then turned to Chi-Chi and Bulma with an excited look on his face. His last mission had been months ago and he was starving for some action.

"Okay, ladies. Get Krillan and Yaumcha to replace you here. Change outfits and meet me in the north wing in 10 minutes. Chi-Chi, put on that fancy purple wig I like and loosen up a little. Let's go".

Bulma and Chi rushed into their rooms to dress. Chi-Chi changed into a sleeveless purple dress that stopped just above the knee and a silver security-guard jacket. Then she put on a flesh colored mask that altered her face completely, and the purple wig that Kakarott liked. The wig was cut into a bob with a side part and a spiral perm. Bulma also put on a mask and changed into an aqua-blue faux snakeskin bodysuit with a matching lightweight coat. She then pulled on a pair of matching leather boots with 3-inch heels.

A blond Turles met them outside the door in a black Dolce & Gabanna leather suit. He held out his arm for Bulma and nodded in the direction of the door- "Shall we go? Radditz is already in position outside the door of the pool hall. Chi-Chi, delay for one minute and take the secret elevator, so no one sees you enter."

By the time Turles and Bulma made it to the pool hall, everyone had fallen into position. Radditz was standing near the doorway dressed like a greasy bouncer; Chi-Chi was across the hallway pacing between the stores, and Kakarott was wearing a brown crew cut wig and nursing a beer at the bar. Juunanagou, Dabura, Zarbon and Kooler were huddled up in a far corner. They seemed to be involved in an intense conversation.

Bulma and Turles took the pool table closest to Juunanagou and began to rack balls for a game. Bulma took off her coat to expose a plunging neckline and her nude back. Turles smiled at her appreciatively and grabbed a pool cue. He then put his hand on her lower back and whispered loudly: "Your break or mine?"

Bulma gave Turles a coy smile. "Mine, of course".

She walked over so that she was standing directly in front of Zarbon, and bent over to break the set.

Juunanagou's eyes bugged out and his jaw hit the table.

Dabura flashed him an annoyed glare. "Shall we get back to business, or do we need to relocate if there are too many distractions around here?"

Bulma missed her shot, then she and Turles switched spots.

Turles glanced around; out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Susumi was also there and dressed like a waitress.

She walked over to Juunanagou's table and refilled their drinks "Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?" She winked at Kooler and said, "It's Happy Hour and all imported beers are half price".

Juunanagou smirked at her.

"Sure another round and keep them coming. If you serve us well enough, you can join us at a party at the Chrysanthemum Underground dance club. My favorite group is performing there tonight. Don't worry about dressing up; I have a friend that's about your size so I'll have her pick something out for you."

Susumi flipped back her long black wig and took a while to contemplate the offer. She then smiled as she came to her decision.

"I wouldn't miss it. Let me get my friend to cover for me and I'll meet you back here in twenty minutes."

Juunanagou flashed Susumi a genuine smile as she walked away.

Dabura glared daggers at him silently. "We don't need any extra baggage. Have you forgotten the real reason we're going to that dance club tonight? I just hope your friend stays out of the line of fire".

Juunanagou frowned, "Don't be such a worrywart, Dabura. Pull the target outside the club to do the job. As we make our sudden exit, we'll just tell the pretty waitress that the club is too crowded and we want to move on to greener pastures".

Bulma secretly took off her listening device and slipped it into Turles' hand as she covered his hand with hers.

"Sweetheart, could you get me a drink? Suddenly it's very hot in here."

Turles winked at her, and headed to the bar where he passed the bug off to Kakarott, who then up loaded the information for direct transmission to Vegeta's telecom. It looked like the team was going dancing tonight.

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