A/N: This story is set in modern day/time. Many of the DBZ characters will make an appearance and of course, all characters may tend to be OOC. To make it easier, I have put each person, at least the main characters, in their respective roles:

Goku/Yamcha – Partners as both international and professional criminals. Work under Piccolo

Vegeta – Son of Don Bejita and Marianne.

Piccolo – Head of Major Crime Organization.

Don Bejita – Head of rival crime Organization. Father to Vegeta.

Mirai Trunks/17 – Work under Don Bejita, also professional criminals.

Raditz – employee under the Bejita crime organization.

Bulma – Wife to Piccolo.

Chi-Chi – Mistress to Bejita.

Marianne – Vegeta’s mother and wife to Bejita.

In this story, Trunks should NOT be regarded as Vegeta’s son. Raditz is NOT Goku’s brother and vice versa. There will be no ‘established’ pairings, the story just flows with whoever is in the mood. At the end, I am not responsible for any weirdness that might occur. Of course as in most stories involving crime, there will be lots of blood, sex (both yaoi and straight) and lots of other illegalities I refuse to mention at this point. This story might tend to get pretty dark, so you have been warned. And now enough rambling and on with the story!! ^_^

PROLOGUE:

The wind whipped mercilessly against the glass, rattling the few pieces of furniture in the tiny apartment. A few snowflakes drifted in through the hole in the roof; the hole that had long been forgotten, since the Great Depression hit. The apartment lacked heat or any sign of warmth. The lumpy mattress stuck on rickety bedsprings must have been as cold as ice by now. Dirty dishes were piled high in the makeshift kitchen. A washbasin lay in a corner, probably the only source for a good bath. A stray rat ran past the feet of the individuals that occupied the tiny space.

The frail woman stared at the burly man as he packed up his few belongings silently. She shouldered the baby higher against her waist and rocked him softly to sleep, whispering words of comfort to the agitated child. She was dressed in only a sheath of a gown, and the cold seeped into weak bones already exhausted with lack of food. The baby looked no better, as he too was wrapped in a threadbare blanket for warmth. She was beautiful in a stern kind of way. Her aged face betrayed her youth, as lines of hardship were etched in deeply. Her usual bright eyes were dulled with years of fatigue. The full sensual lips were now cracked and chapped in places and occasionally a tongue would flicker out to wet them.

The man tied up his belongings and lifted them up to his shoulders. He turned to stare at his wife and child. He was not sure if he would ever see them again, but he had to try, for them at least. The depression had hit hard and he was only going to try to find a better job for himself. Hopefully, he would be able to get one up north. Everyone said it was better up there.

“Marianne….”he began softly, not really knowing what to say.

“You just make sure you come back for us when you get better work, Bejita.” She replied sternly. “I do not intend to raise the baby on my own forever. You hear?”

“Yes Marianne.” Bejita stared at his baby boy, with a heavy heart. Gods! This job hunting could take years, and he might never get a chance to see his boy grow up.

Leaning forward, he kissed his wife on the cheek, wincing at how cold it was and then rustling the spiky auburn hair of his young son, he watched as the obsidian eyes stared back at him questioningly. “I’ll come back for you someday. And I promise you will live a better life than this.” He whispered softly.

“You better make haste now Bejita. You don’t want to miss that train.” Marianne cut in sharply.

Nodding solemnly, he gave one last look at his family and home for five bitter and cold years, and then stepping outside into the blistering winter night, Bejita headed up north to the unknown.