CHAPTER 13:

Goku was silent as they sped towards the outskirts of the city. He wasn’t sure if he had bought Dave’s story. According to him, Piccolo had gotten rid of his own partner, and Dave had quit, not exactly giving anyone any notice. Dave had told him that his partner had discovered Piccolo’s plans to raid Bejita’s incoming shipment of heroin from Hong Kong.

Goku sighed, remembering the argument Piccolo and he had had over that particular job. Goku hadn’t wanted to do it and Piccolo had not been very happy, to say the least. Yamcha and he had threatened to quit the organization and it was only through Bulma’s insistence that they remained with the green man.

~ And now he wants us dead. The bakayaro! ~ His hands tightened on the wheel in anger as he thought of all the things he would like to do to his former boss. Stealing a glance at his silent companion, he wondered what he would have done if Yamcha died. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to handle it. ~ Kami! He could be dead by now!~ Snarling, he pushed his feet harder against the brakes and sped even faster towards the port.

17 and Trunks waited. They were good at this stuff…waiting that is…and they had all the time in the world. They watched as the truck drove into the large parking lot. Several men jumped out and began unloading the large drums filled marked with the words ‘oil’, yet containing enough cocaine and heroin to drown a small country. This was Bejita’s incoming shipment and according to the plans outlined by Vegeta, it seemed like Piccolo’s men were also supposed to get to the goods.

Shifting his feet, 17 looked through his binoculars as the drums were rolled into the large warehouse. Their mission this time was to plant the explosives in there as quickly as possible. This was going to a doozy. Evaluating the situation, he figured that there must have been about twenty or more security guys that surrounded the building.

“I still say we go through the roof.” Trunks said, whispering softly, although they were miles away on a convenient hill, looking down at the action.

“Alright. You wait for my signal. Then we blow this baby up.” 17 agreed, nodding. “Although I do hate to see good things go to waste.”

Trunks grinned and lay next to his mate, clasping hands behind their heads, as they both watched the stars twinkle brightly in the night sky. The adrenaline flowed through both men as they contemplated their upcoming job.

~ Hn. Vegeta was right. This is even more exciting. ~ 17 thought, as he turned around to gaze lovingly into the eyes of his mate. Leaning down, he gently kissed the parted lips of the surprised younger man and whispering softly, he said,

“I love you, Trunks-kun.”

Sparkling blue eyes shone back at him in glee and excitement, as he whispered back in return, “Aishiteru, Juu-chan.”

Marianne sipped the tea daintily and placed it back on its saucer calmly. She stared out at the wet, Paris evening and sighed gently. She could see her reflection against the clear glass and she smiled bitterly as memories of the hard times she and Vegeta had gone through flashed through her mind.

There had been a time when she would have considered death an option. She hadn’t really felt a need to go on living. Since Bejita left her, she had been a shadow of her former self. Smiling smugly, she mused over how her life had changed so dramatically.

Vegeta had told her about meeting Bejita that night, and she had seen the transformation in her son. Vegeta had begun to take more of an interest in all of his father’s exploits. She had watched him take over the role of paper clipping. She had seen him join the small illegal business run by a local mob guy and had watched as her precious son slowly became as ruthless as his father. At first, she had resisted the money Vegeta had begun bringing in. It wasn’t until they had had their first real conversation together, did mother and son agree on one thing. Bejita had to pay. Eventually, she had started working behind the scenes, assisting Vegeta in small missions here and there. They eventually moved out of the horrid apartment and had bought a bigger and better house in the uptown area. It never ceased to amaze her how much things had changed.

She raised her head and watched in contempt as her ex-husband approached the table. For several long minutes the couple stared at each other, unspoken words and tense emotions hanging thick in the air. Marianne had unconsciously been holding her knife in a death grip and it wasn’t until Bejita spoke, that she slowly released it.

“Hello, Marianne.” He began softly, “You are looking well.”

Nearly shoving the utensil down his throat, she smiled grimly and replied curtly, “Thank you, Bejita. You do not look so bad, yourself. Please, sit down.”

Bejita made himself comfortable on the chair and tried to smile sweetly at the stern-looking woman sitting across from him. He began shifting uncomfortably when she remained mute. Coughing to ease the tension, he said nervously,

“Umm..this is a really nice café, Mari-chan. I….”

“Please do not call me that.” She cut in rudely.

“Oh, come now, Mari-ch…Marianne,” he corrected himself quickly, as he received an icy glare from her. “We don’t have to be so formal, you know.”

“Actually we do, Bejita.”

Bejita felt himself get very uneasy. What the hell was she talking about?

“You see, sweetheart.” Marianne drawled lazily, placing a grim smile on her face. “We were never really officially divorced or even separated.”

“And your point is?” Bejita asked, feeling a tad bit too hot.

“My point is, Bejita, I want an official divorce.” She spat out. “And do not think you are going to get out of this one, because I have already contacted my lawyers and by the right of law and state, I am free to claim one.”

“What…”

“So basically, what I am trying to say, sweetie, is that I have claim to over fifty percent of your assets. That would include income, home and investments. And if I do not get my part of the divorce settlement, I have a right to take you to court to face the judge and jury on why you left me and a little baby all alone without paying for child support!” She finished in a snap, grinning inwardly at the stricken look on the man’s face.

Bejita felt as if he were in some kind of a nightmare. He reached for his glass of water and swallowed it down through parched lips. ~ Kami! What is this?! ~ Plastering a smile on his face, he replied back leisurely,

“Alright, Marianne. I guess you are right. No words can describe how sorry I feel for what happened to you and your…our…son. So to show my greatest and deepest sincerity, I will speak to my lawyers and by tomorrow morning, a date will be set up when we can discuss this issue further. Is that okay with you?”

Marianne stared at him silently for several long moments. Finally, she snorted and began rising from her chair. Shouldering her handbag, she leaned forward and whispered bitterly into the man’s ear,

“Goodbye, Bejita. I hope you burn in hell.” And with a swift move, she nipped sharply on the earlobe, smirking in satisfaction at the sharp hiss of pain.

Spinning around gracefully, she walked out of the café, knowing that she would never see Bejita again.

Two lithe figures jumped across the rooftops of the joined buildings and landed softly on the main warehouse. Creeping silently across the rafters, they looked in through the glass window at the activity in the building. The last drums were being placed and it looked as if they would be calling it a night. Nodding in unison, the two men slid the glass window open and making sure that their ropes were harnessed properly, they swung down noiselessly into the warehouse.

Quickly hiding themselves behind some of the large containers, they watched as some of the guards exchanged jokes and stories. Signaling to each other, they began removing the explosives from their backpacks. Silently they worked, shifting quickly behind the drums, as they planted each explosive at suitable locations.

With one final check and seeing that everything was in order, the two figures climbed back onto their ropes and made their way just as silently out of the warehouse. With perfected skills, they made their way back to their waiting van. Tearing off their masks, the two lovers grinned at each other in delight. Holding the button in his hands, 17 smirked at his partner.

“Let’s do it together.” He muttered huskily, leaning forward to capture the warm lips again, as he placed their hands on the switch. “Now!” He groaned as both hands pressed. They released each other as the explosion created a spectacle of bright, blinding light. A few bits of debris flew their way, but not bad enough to hurt them.

“Kami, 17.” Trunks murmured in apparent lust, already nuzzling into the pale neck. “I need you, now.”

“Yes, koi.” 17 replied, as he seized the warmth before him in another breathtaking kiss. Hands tore feverishly away at clothing, as both men rubbed against each other in slow erotic motions. Nipples were tweaked, suckled and rubbed with passion as mouths and tongues tasted sweat slicked skins. Bodies arched in ecstasy as, both men suckled swollen glands, wanting to bring each other to the point of no return. Grunts and pants filled the confined space, as both felt themselves approach the edge.

Seizing each other’s lips in one last passionate kiss, both men exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm, coating each other’s hot flesh with the sticky evidence of their frenzied coupling. Sagging weakly against each other, they tried to calm down their raging lust; while the turbulent fires burned on into the night sky.

Bejita shut his cell-phone with a snap. He was now shaking so badly, that he felt he was about to go insane. Looking unseeingly out the limousine window, he tried to calm down his shaking nerves. Everything was going horribly wrong. His whole world and life was slowly crashing down around him. Everything he had worked for….gone! His accounts vanished, his shipments….destroyed in yet another fire. Many of his strip clubs, bars or restaurants….raided or blown to bits. And to make matters worse, it seemed like Scotland Yard had evidence of his dealings and were now making arrests on all those who were connected to him. There was no doubt in his mind that they would seek him next.

Trembling hands reached for the liquor in the small side bar. He swallowed the alcohol in gulps and tried to figure out a plan for escape. Marianne’s last threat still rang bitterly in his ear. She had been serious, no doubt there. The coldness she had spoken with had been enough to set his teeth on edge. And then there was his son. Shaking his head, he decided that the best course of action was to flee the country.

Smiling wanly at the chauffeur, he stepped out of the car and walked briskly up to his quarters in the large rented chateau. Closing the door to his bedroom silently, he reached for the small overnight bag in his closet. The contents of the bag were over a half-billion worth of gemstones and he smiled grimly as he looked at the contents. Shoving in some personal items, he zipped it up in a hurry and walked into his adjoining office. Opening up drawers, he ran fingers through disks and documentations that might be needed. Moving to the Van Gogh painting on the wall, he carefully opened up the safe that was hidden behind it. Picking up his passports and over a million dollars in cash, he shoved them into the now heavy bag. Making sure that he had everything he needed, he shut the safe and swiveled around to face the blank, unreadable face of his son.

“Kami-sama!!” He screamed in shock, as he dropped the bag, holding a hand over his thudding heart. He staggered backwards a bit, as he tried to calm his jittery nerves.

“Kami. Vegeta. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He tried to smile at the stoic expression on the other man’s face. Receiving no reply, Bejita tried to make light of the otherwise tense situation.

“Heh…heh…it’s been such a long time, son.” He began conversationally, glancing quickly to see how close he was to his gun. He noticed that he had left it on one of the small stools in the room and he began to slowly make his way towards it, all the while keeping his eyes trained on Vegeta.

“Going somewhere, father?” Vegeta asked flatly, as his eyes fell on the dropped bag.

Bejita saw the expression, and laughed uneasily. “You know me….a busy, busy man. I have to travel to places, you know. I mean…you are a business man, yourself, I am sure….and surely you know how these things are.” He finished nervously, as he reached the gun. Picking it up in a quick move, he hid it behind his back and gave an even broader smile to the stern face before him.

Vegeta smirked as he saw the movement. Pushing himself away from his leaning position against the doorway, he walked leisurely towards the windows and began speaking casually,

“Such a beautiful night, isn’t it, dad?”

“It sure is, son.” Bejita replied, frowning at this display.

“You know what I used to wish for when I was little?”

“Umm…no….”

“I used to wish I could be with you always. I wanted to hug you. Just once. Do you know that?” Vegeta said softly, turning around to stare at the older man.

Bejita could only gape helplessly as Vegeta approached him slowly. Stopping only a few inches away from him, Vegeta continued, the same blank expression on his face.

“May I, father? Just once….just hug you?” He begged.

Bejita couldn’t find the voice to refuse, as those black depths, that reminded him so much of his ex-wife, dared him to refuse. With an inward sigh, he decided that one measly hug couldn’t hurt; after all, the boy did deserve it. Dropping the gun, he leaned forward and put large arms around the son he never watched grow up.

“Oh, father.” Vegeta murmured huskily as he breathed in the scent of the man he never knew. “You don’t know how long I have wanted to do this.”

Bejita smiled ruefully as he too breathed in the unique scent of his flesh and blood. It was then that he slowly began to feel the warmth that seemed to seep out of his chest. Arching eyebrows in confusion, it took him a minute to realize that the red stain on his white shirt was actually blood. His blood. The pain followed soon after, as he realized that his son was still sinking the cold, steel knife into the muscled skin of his back. Gasping in shock, he tried to withdraw from Vegeta, but steel arms held him firmly in place. Bejita clawed at the man’s shirt, trying to fight for his freedom, but Vegeta refused, locking eyes with the man who had brought so much pain and suffering to his life.

He watched as Bejita’s eyes fluttered weakly and then finally gave up the fight as he collapsed limply in his arms. Vegeta waited for a few minutes, feeling the man’s heartbeat slowly come to a standstill. Sinking slowly to his knees, Vegeta cradled his father’s body in his arms and let the silent tears fall down his cheeks as the soothing sounds of ‘Jingle Bells’ floated into the cold room.