Galactic Bureau of Investigations

Disclaimer:
I do NOT OWN Dragonball Z or any of the characters in it. I only own
the original characters I made up myself. I do not make any profit of
this story.

A/N
This is what happens when you're stuck at home all day and have
nothing else to do besides watching crime shows. Saiyans in this
story can become allot older then humans. The average lifespan of a
Saiyan in this story is about 200 years. I know this chapter seems
kinda slow, but I promise it will pick up soon. I also recommend that
you read the character backgrounds ( can be found on my website. Link
is in my bio.) if you're a bit confused about what's going on.

For
the people wondering about Bonding... I'm pretty much stuck on that
one. I want to finish it. I've been trying to finish it, but I can't
seem to get anything on paper. I'm hoping that this story will help
get me some ideas for Bonding. If anybody has any suggestions... I'm
eagerly listening.

Chapter
one.

Location:

Planet Vegeta, Royal Palace.

Raditz groaned and put a pillow
over his head. Hoping it would drown out the loud banging on his
door. Desperately trying to get back to the nice dream he was having
about a local barmaid.

Instead the banging continued,
now accompanied by a loud and irritated voice.

“Raditz!
Either you get your fat lazy ass out of bed and open the door, or
I'll break down the door and drag you out of that bed myself!”

Raditz slowly pulled away the
pillow and groggily opened his eyes. The dream was lost. He turned
his head to the right and looked at the alarm clock on his bedside
table. “Four in the fucking morning.” He growled,
dragging his sleepy ass out of his bed. “This better be an
fucking emergency.” He stormed to door not even trying to cover
his nudity, as he violently yanked it open. “What the fuck do
you want, Vegeta!”

Vegeta took a quick look at his
former bodyguard and raised his eyebrow. “Sorry Raditz, but I
just don't swing that way. Now get your ass dressed. It's time to get
to work.”

“Work?”
Raditz blinked. “But work doesn't start 'till eight thirty!”
Vegeta rolled his eyes.

“I
know that, Idiot. I just want to be there early to prepare.”
Raditz sighed and walked back into his chambers leaving the door open
for Vegeta to enter. He knew he would not be able to change the
stubborn prince's mind, so instead of arguing he decided to just
admit defeat. Looking for a clean pair of armor, Raditz took a quick
glance at his friend.

Leaning rigidly against a wall,
Vegeta had his arms crossed and was staring blankly ahead. His tail
swaying agitatedly behind him. “You nervous? I mean It's not
everyday your father makes you head of a homicide task force.”

Vegeta snorted. “I don't
get nervous. This is just a another change to prove that I'm superior
to him in any way.” Raditz, pulling on his boots, just nodded.
Having known the prince his entire life, he knew better then to
comment on his arrogance. He stood up.

“OK
Vegeta, I'm ready.”

“Good.
Lets go.” With that he stormed out of the room, not even
bothering to see if Raditz was following.

“This
is going to be a long day.” Raditz let out a tired sigh, before
following his prince out the door.

Location:

Planet Vegeta, Royal City, Galactic Bureau of
Investigations Headquarters.

When Vegeta and Raditz walked
into the Homicide office, they found two people already present.
Sitting at a big oval table in the middle of the room, were Bardock
and Kakkarot. Vegeta blinked as Bardock handed him a cup of hot
steaming coffee.

“How
did you even know we were coming?” Bardock smirked.

“Lets
just say, I had a vision.” Raditz grabbed another cup and
reached into an open box standing on the table. He lifted the sugary
treat with an amused expression.

“Donuts,
Dad?” Bardock shrugged.

“Well
we are cops now, aren't we?”

“You
really need to stop watching those old Earth cop shows, Bardock.”
Vegeta chuckled. He sat back on his chair at the head of his table
and chewed his donut thoughtfully. Raditz sat down across from his
younger brother, who he noted, had yet to speak a word. He smirked to
himself, as he watched Kakkarot staring bleary eyed at his coffee,
his brother really wasn't a morning person.

Bardock
in turn studied Vegeta's thoughtful expression. “There really
is no need for worry, Vegeta. I've worked with miss Briefs before.
She really is the best in the business.” Raditz nodded.

“Yeah,
and lets not forget the fact that she's totally hot.” Vegeta
shot a glare at his former bodyguard.

“We're
here to work Raditz. Not to get laid.” He growled before
picking up his coffee cup for another swallow.

“Raditz
wouldn't be able to get laid, unless he forced himself on the girl.”
Kakkarot sneered.

Vegeta barely managed to swallow
the hot brew without choking. He stared at the young Saiyan, unsure
if he heard him right. He had never seen him behave like this. As far
as he knew the Saiyan was always cheerful. To the point that it
annoyed the hell out of Vegeta. Bardock didn't seem bothered by the
outburst at all. He calmly grabbed a donut from the box and began
eating it, like nothing had happened.

Raditz
glared at his brother. He knew his younger sibling was not a morning
person, but damn it, he had been dragged out of his bed to! “I
may not get laid, but at least I'm not tied down to a stupid harpy
like Chichi.” He shot back. Kakkarot jumped up out of his seat,
now completely awake.

“You
take that back!” He growled. “Chichi is not stupid!”
Raditz smiled at his brother triumphantly, as Kakkarot realized that
he had just confirmed that his wife was a harpy. He plopped back into
his seat and grabbed his coffee. “Just shut up.” He
grumbled.

Bardock,
completely ignoring his sons, looked back up to Vegeta. “You
really don't need to worry, Vegeta.” He said again. “I'm
sure she's over it by now.” Raditz and Kakkarot stopped glaring
at each other and focused on Vegeta.

“You
met Bulma Briefs?” Kakkarot asked surprised. Vegeta shot a
withering glare at Bardock.

“Briefly.”
Was all he said.

“Well?”
Raditz said curiously. “What happened? Why would she be mad at
you? You turn her down or something?” Bardock snickered.

“Not
exactly.” He answered for the prince. “It was at last
years summer ball...”

“Bardock...”
The prince growled warningly. Bardock ignored the warning and
continued.

“To
keep a long story short... The evening ended with Vegeta covered in
Champagne en Bulma storming out of the ballroom.”

Raditz
gaped at the now furious prince, he had known the prince since he was
a baby. In all those years Vegeta had never had a problem with the
ladies. This must have been a complete first for him. No wonder the
prince had been so uptight all morning. “What the hell did you
say to her, to piss her off that much?” Vegeta focused his
glare on Raditz and was about to answer, when a voice from behind did
it for him.

“Actually,
I think his exact words were: you're pretty smart, for a lowly
human.”
Vegeta turned around and stared straight into a pair of bottomless
blue eyes. Bulma stared straight back. “Hello Vegeta.”