Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Con a Con Artist ❯ Prologue: Endings ( Prologue )

Disclaimer-I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT. I will though. Soon... âŒ_âŒ

A.N. - I've always been a little annoyed by the lack of character development in most shows, not just Dragonball. During it, they created all sorts of interesting characters, but never followed up on them. Here is my take on two of them in particular.

Haski and the stinky thief boy have a lot in common. I thought it might be interesting for them to meet. I don't exactly remember what they look like, where they came from, etc., so bear with me.

I don't think they ever gave a name to the boy, but because of his smell, I am naming him Tamanegi, which I think means "onion."

To Con a Con Artist

Prologue: Endings

"I'm soooo hungry!"

With that, the silence of the early morning air was broken. The boy had been walking for miles, looking for something, anything, he could sell to the new shopkeeper.

"I should have held out for more on that thing I stole from that other kid a while back. That baka who used to run the store most definitely cheated me, seeing as how the kid wanted that doohickey back so much."

He gave a bitter laugh.

"The bastard got what he deserved though."

The boy let out a dejected sigh.

"Well, I accepted his deal, and now- and now-"

He dropped to his knees and started crying.

"What am I going to do now?"

*~*~*~*~*

"What am I going to do now?"

That unwelcome thought that had been simmering in Haski's mind all morning finally bubbled to the surface.

"Beaten by a mere child."

The beautiful blond smiled mirthlessly.

"I am washed up. Finished. When potential employers hear about this- I've got to get away from here, start a new life."

She jumped up from the battered couch quickly, and headed towards the bedroom.

"There is nothing left for me here."

She ran to her closet, and dug around, searching. Finding it, she pulled out a small bag. After stuffing some necessities into it, she searched for the keys to her motorcycle. FInding them, she headed towards the door.

"I can start a new life, right from the beginning."

She gripped her keys tightly.

"I can."

She didn't notice the blood, her blood, dripping to the floor.