LC1

Chapter one

NOTE: Trilla means cat in Jadeon

Life on earth was all but easy for a young Washin banished from her home plant of Xentorinsei. She had been living on earth since she was sixteen, eight years. The last three years of her life were spent working for the Alien Hunters, AH. Her best friend, Jescele, had found a way to get her boss, Big T, to hire her.� She was immediately partnered up with a very egotistical Sayian, Vegeta, but he wasn't with her on this assignment. She and Jescele were in Denver looking for a rouge spy who had quite working for AH five years before, after his partner was killed by Cell, the alien they were looking for now. He was considered a hero to everyone at AH for his heroic capture of Cell but his partner's death took a toll on him that was unexpected. He was the stoic unemotional member and nothing was supposed to phase him, but after he took his leave he changed his whole demeanor to the world but they would soon find out he was the same Namek.

�� The two stood outside the Green Hood, his rumored hang out. It was his own creation, a bar with an underground strip club in the back. It was an alien hang out, a place for them to go and be in their true forms, not the human ones they adapt for the natives. They were about the same height but one had sliver eyes and long natural blonde hair while the other had pale blue eyes and long rich brown hair.

�� "Now remember this is going to be done my way," the brunette said solemnly before entering the bar.

�� "I know," the blonde replied, "I'm just here for a black thong."

�� "What makes you so sure you're gonna see one," the brunette asked looking around the bar.

�� "I can feel it," the blonde smiled.

�� "Can I help you," a young voice came from behind the booth.

�� "Yes, I'm looking for a Namek. He's tall and goes by the name of Piccolo," the brunette told him. The young boy stepped into the clearing and looked up at them. As he inspected their human forms they glanced him over. He bowed and ran off quickly.

�� "Interesting little Devon don't you think," the blonde asked.

�� "Not really," was the brunette's only response. She had seen plenty of Devons in her time and all the same. They all had red white or black skin tones, a pair of horns on their head, and energy attacks. The other aliens at the bar stared and quietly whispered about the two in human form. They were of rare commodity in the modern world and so they chose not to reveal their natural forms.

�� "I'm sorry but P-P-Piccolo's not here," the little Devon said upon returning to the front.

�� "I know he's here so let me see him now," the brunette banged her fist on the counter.

�� "Trilla," her friend warned softly.

�� "No-No humans are allowed in the back, it's a private area," the Devon tried. She smiled and nodded to her friend.

�� "Fine," she answered as the two morphed into their true forms. She physically grew three inches to be just under six foot while her friend was just over the six-foot mark. Her eyes turned cat like but stayed their pale blue shade as her tail appeared and the tip curved into an arrowhead. And last her skin changed for it peachy color into its light creamy blue. Her friend sprouted wings of an angelic sort along with some horns, a pair of razor sharp claws, and a long tail with a deadly blade. The little Devon was stunned as the two walked right past him. In the back room they found alien men and women sitting at tables watching the fog filled stage intently. They found a table near the back and sat down to wait.

�� "Next for your viewing pleasure, the founder himself, Piccolo," the announcer yelled into his microphone from a hidden location. They watched him dance around and shed his clothes. The blonde was entranced by his performance but her friend wasn't even paying attention. Piccolo was nearing the end of his performance when he revealed his black thong.

�� "See I called it Trilla," the blonde smiled.

�� "You sure did Jescele," she agreed, "but now it's over."

�� "Ok I'm gone," Jescele said, "I'll see you when you get home." She used instant transmission, it, to teleport home.

�� "That's it for tonight," the announcer said, "come back tomorrow for more." Someone set a beer down in front of her and joined her at the table.

�� "Aren't you a little young to be drinking," he said.

�� "What do you care," she asked angered by his presence and taking a drink of her bottle, " besides you bought it for me."

�� "You know I care," he whispered softly in her ear taking her hand. Her head shot up and she pulled her hand from his.

�� "Vegeta," she growled, "what are you doing here?"

�� "Why should I tell you," he snaped.

�� "Are you following me," she snarled back.

�� "No," he said angrily.

�� "You are aren't you," she exploded, "youre afraid I'd find something with Piccolo and never come back. Well you're wrong! I'm your partner not his. Big T sent me for him because he can find the guy we want. You know I can't leave you. We had three good years together as partners. Don't even think for one second I'd even consider dropping you."

�� "Keep it down woman," he whispered.

�� "Excuse me but they told me you were looking for me," a deep Namek voice boomed in their ears.

�� "Are you Piccolo," she asked hopefully.

�� "Yes," the Namek answered.

�� "I've been sent here by Big T to find you and have you help me find the one," she told him.

�� "No," he said, "I've been out of the business for years."

�� "Humph," Vegeta snorted, " he won't even help. What a waste of a trip." She turned to her partner and gave him an evil glare but he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

�� "I see he hasn't changed," Piccolo said, " but what are you doing with him?"

�� "He's my partner," she answered, "so I'm stuck with the dihara."

�� "What"s your name," he asked.

�� "Xenta," she answered, "why won't you help?"

�� "I had my time," he said, "I'm not working for Big T anymore. It's been five years since I followed his rules."

�� "Yes we all know you went rouge," Xenta said.

�� "No, I just stopped it all. I can't be a spy any more," he told her.

�� "Why," she asked.

�� "It all started a little over five years ago, I was on assignment with my partner. We were after Cell and we found him. The bastard wanted to fight so my partner accepted the challenge willingly. He nearly died too many times out on the field. He fought Cell for days on end and he had even brought his oldest son who was seventeen at the time and his younger son was only thirteen. We watched him died. Just like that, Cell killed my partner without a care. And it's not like we weren't even close either. When we first met I was supposed to kill him but then we became partners. He went away a lot on secret assignments so I raised his sons but their mother didn't like that I trained then in the ways of a spy. After Cell killed my partner his oldest son went berserk and went up against Cell by himself and won. He sent him to HFIL. I haven't seen them since. And now the Son wars have started and it's Dende against AH. Dende went evil after he couldn't bring my partner back with," he stopped.

�� "The dragonballs," she asked hopefully.

�� "How do you know about the dragonballs," Piccolo wanted to know.

�� "Back on Xentorinsei there are legends about the dragonballs and the power they possess. They are our salvation," she explained

�� "Sorry to be the one to tell you this but the dragonballs all turned to stone. They're no good to anyone," he told her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a stone dragonball with five stars on it.

�� "I have this one with me but only one person can use them," he explained.

�� "I know, a Namek who hasn't fused and is not evil. But Washin scripture speaks of the deliverer who can use them," she told him.

�� "Take it," he shoved it in her hand, " it won't bring Goku back."

�� "Huh," she gasped dropping the ball. It hit the floor but it didn't sound like stone. They each took a glance at the floor.

�� "Whaaa," he was confused, "It's not stone anymore." She was shocked but hid it well. Only the deliverer had the power to do that and she had been told the deliverer wasn't there yet.

�� "I don't understand it," she whispered, " I need to find the others now." This isn't happening. And now they'l come and want to find the one who can bring back the dragonballs.

�� "You have to get out of here," he warned, "now! You don't know what you've started by coming here. They'll kill me if they ...they don't find you."

�� "Who, who will kill you," she asked.

�� "That doesn't matter, just get out of here, " he yelled, " and no I'm not going to help you."

�� "Fine let down Big T. No one cares if you don't help capture Cell," she yelled back," She stormed toward the exit. She turned around and yelled, "That's right Cell and I don't think anyone will ever call you "hero" again." Then she was gone.

�� Piccolo sat at his table alone. The place had cleared out hours ago. Cell! How did he escapee? And the dragonball, how did it turn back? What power does she have? I?ve never seen her kind before. I don't get it thought, why would they call me a hero? Piccolo kept playing their conversation over and over again in his mind. A figure crept up to him in the shadows and sat at the table with him.

�� "I know why you're here," he said.

�� "Why did you say no," a young girl asked.

�� "I can't take the pain," he admitted.

�� "Do you remember when I was in trouble? You went through hell and back for me. Why can't you do that for her," she asked innocently.

�� "That was different," he said, "I ... you and I, we had something then you hurt me and then you know after that I couldn't continue my work."

�� "You knew from the beginning I was that way," she argued, "and you knew the dangers of our work."

�� "I can't afford to lose her like I lost you and Goku. And I know I will. I can see it in her eyes; she really is young though she hides it well. She has the same look you did but worse. All she wants is revenge," he argued back.

�� "She is young and angry but it is her job to get the revenge you speck of. I know about the dragonball and I know you want an explanation," she said knowingly.

�� "Yes," he answered eagerly.

�� "The deliverer must be pure in heart and she is just like a kami in that she can use the dragonballs," she told him.

�� "So," he asked.

�� "So," she answered, "Xenta is closer to finding the deliverer then anyone knows but she has a lot to learn before this is all over."

�� "You mean she's the key to getting the dragonballs back," he asked.

�� "Yes, and you need to be there," she answered and with that she slipped back into the shadows.

�� AH had never faced anything like they would now that Cell was free again. The leader of the Son Alliance branch of AH was alone in his office. He had received word that Cell was looking for revenge on him for sending him to HFIL. He sat in silence afraid of what would come next for all of them. He knew Xenta had been sent on a secret mission to find a weapon that would give them the edge but no one knew if it would work. Just then the door flew open and in ran Bulma.

�� "Gohan there's been an alert on the monitor and we can't find Xenta or Jescele. It seems that there is a new dragonball. I tried reconfiguring the computer but it won't go away. I think Dende has found away to bring them back. We need to send an agent out there now," she said hurriedly.

�� "I'm on it. If something's going on Piccolo will know," Gohan said heading out the door. She stood there as he rushed out watching him. His black leather jacket swayed as her ran to the garage.

�� Over at Den-Corp. Agent Silver was nowhere to be found.

�� "Where is that girl," Dende yelled, "I can never keep track of her!"

�� "Master Dende," in ran a female servant, "there is something I think you need to see. One of the dragonballs has come on the screen."

�� "What do you mean Moondust," he yelled, "where is it?"

�� "In Denver sir," she said humbly.

�� "Piccolo," Dende screamed.

�� Piccolo still sat at the table. He felt like Scrooge from A Christmas Carol. He had two more "ghosts" for the night. Well here's one now.

�� "Piccolo, Piccolo, Piccolo," the dark figure said.

�� "Dende what a surprise," Piccolo growled.

�� "Your dragonball is no longer stone. Tell me, how'd you do it," Dende asked.

�� "What, how could I. I've fused already," he tried.

�� "Then someone else did," Dende said losing his patience.

�� "You know I don't have that power," Piccolo yelled.

�� "Can I see your dragonball," Dende asked reaching out his hand.

�� "I don't have it anymore," Piccolo smiled, '"I sold it months ago."

�� "No! Who did you sell it to? I have to find the one who did this," Dende cried out. He ran off before Piccolo could say any more. It was quiet again. He sat there again waiting for the last person. It will be any time now. Then it will start. The third and final visitor had arrived but he did not sit down. He ran toward Piccolo but stopped just short of Piccolo's reach. He seemed to act like a young child.

�� "You never change," Piccolo's deep voice showed a hint of gladness to see this young man.

�� "Neither do you," the young man said.

�� "So Gohan what brings you to Denver," Piccolo asked already knowing the answer.

�� "One of the dragonballs was picked up on the scanner earlier today. I'm looking to see if Dende had anything to do with it," Gohan answered.

�� "Not that I know of. Haven't seen him in years," Piccolo chocked out. He hated lying to Gohan but life was to complicated for simple truths anymore.

�� "So... have you heard from Jescele," Gohan asked shyly. Piccolo smiled on the inside. Gohan had been trying for years to get him to talk to Jescele again, since "the incident". Normally piccolo would just ignore the question but there was a small spark in Gohan's eyes this time he asked about her. Piccolo put it to the back of his mind by shaking his head.

�� "Actually yes," Piccolo found himself answering to the young man, " she convinced me to take on a mission. A personal favor to Big T nothing permanent."

�� "Well," Gohan nodded knowingly, "I've got to get back. If Dende knows about the Dragonball he'll have Agent Silver out looking for it and I'm still healing a few ribs from our last battle." Piccolo watched as Gohan slipped into the shadows and once again he was alone, this time for the night.

�� Xenta unlocked her hotel room and went in. The lights were low as she looked around. She threw her jacket on the table near the door. Her suitcase had already been brought up.

�� "Well AH had great hotel rooms," she said to herself. She opened her bag and grabbed her bath oils. She pulled off her shirt and threw it in the corner. She followed with her pants and changed into her Washin form and eyed a small but deep scratch on her shoulder. Aneis! That stupid Agent Sliver always claws up my arms when we fight. She grabbed her bath oils hand headed toward the bathroom.

�� "I need to relax," she said firmly, "Piccolo got me all riled up." A picture of him in that leather thong slid into her head.

�� "Forget the bath I need a cold shower now," she stated solemnly.

�� An hour later the bathroom door opened and steam poured out into the room. Xenta exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel and hair twisted up in one also. She pulled the towel off her hair and her long brown hair fell down her back. She grabbed her black velvet pajamas out of her bag she unwrapped herself from the towel and pulled on the pajama pants followed by the short sleeve shit. She then started humming to herself Red Light Special" by TLC. As she hit the chorus someone clicked on the light. The room was tinted in a soft red light as she looked around for the culprit.

��"Over here," a deep male voice said seductively.

�� "You," she hissed angrily swerving around to see Vegeta sitting proudly on the bed.

�� "What,: he questioned with a confident air, "is it the wrong shade?"

�� "Why aren't you back in DC," she asked clinching her fists.

�� "Well," he started pushing himself off the bed in one motion to be standing only an inch away from her, "I couldn't bare to be without you." She couldn't stand him being that close but she made no effort to put distance between them. He was always doing this to her, appearing out of nowhere and disappearing in the same manor after getting what he was satisfied with playing with her. He always left her at the wrong moments leaving her wanting more. So she would go out and find someone to take his place. She was the only Washin with more than six forms and it was all his fault because she left before she got her fill of him. She could feel his breath on her lips.

�� "What do you want," she whispered almost defeated already.

�� "You," his only reply. He slipped his hand up her shirt and rubbed her stomach.

�� "No," she moans, "I can't."

�� "But you can and you will," he whispered moving his hand up her shirt, "because you want this even more then I do... almost." She shook her head, now unable to even speak.

�� "Yes," he moved her to the king size bed, "you still need a Sayian form." One look in his eyes and she forgot why she shouldn't and once again followed willingly.

�� Xenta awoke to the sound of her cell phone ringing. She shot up from her peaceful sleep and gabbed the phone.

�� "Hello," she answered it still a little groggy.

�� "Morning Xenta," Jescele's cheerful voice came over the phone.

�� "Yeah, yeah," Xenta said sarcastically looking around to see Vegeta had left, to no surprise.

�� "Kami Xenta you're in a bad mood this morning," Jescele said, "Let me guess Piccolo won't help."

�� "Yes," Xenta sighed rubbing her head, "but that's not all of it."

�� "Ok then," Jescele's voice turned playful and knowing, "Vegeta played you again."

�� "How can he play me if we're not even together," Xenta cried out angrily.

�� "Ok, ok," Jescele backed off, "then did he want you to - last night?"

�� "Yes," Xenta started sadly, "but.."

�� "But what," Jescele asked not giving her friend time to finish.

�� "But I gained a new form last night," Xenta perked up investigative herself in the mirror.

�� "Who was it this time," Jescele asked only semi interested.

�� "Well I have this cute little tail," Xenta stated.

�� "What kind," Jescele asked. She knew this game. Xenta always played it when she could, name the parts of the pase and make her guess.

�� "Well it's brown, and moves on it's own," Xenta smiled knowingly.

�� "Oh Kami," Jescele yelled through the phone, "no, he didn't? Vegeta! Oh Kami!"

�� "I know," Xenta agreed, "he actually let it happen. Now I don't know what to do. I could handle the teasing. I didn't like it but I could handle it, now I don't know!"

�� "My advice is to go sleep with someone else. Get Vegeta out of your mind. One night stand. It means nothing," Jescele advised.

�� "I know I should but Denver's a small pace. I can't find many good candidates," Xenta tried.

�� "Candidates? Grab the nearest man and make his day," Jescele demanded.

�� "It's not that simple," Xenta tried, " I can't just go around like that. If I do I could end up completely fucked up. I've already had too much human contact and Kami knows what'll happen if I go overboard with another species."

�� "Whatever" Jescele sighed sick of this excuse, "you're just too complicated in the morning."

�� "It's not my fault the trosa broten want to punish me for trying to expand my abilities," Xenta ended her excuse once again.

�� "So what happened with Piccolo," Jescele asked.

�� "He turned me down," Xenta's sad confused nature changed to anger and hate. Physically she pased between her knew Sayian form and her tiger form. Her nails shaped into deadly cat claws and her eyes back to midnight blue cat eyes. Her black hair, from the Sayian form, now shown with naturally white highlights that were tinted blue. Her hair also softened to the texture of cat fur.

�� "What now," Jescele asked.

�� "This is a tight pase," Xenta laughed, "You gotta see this." At that moment Jescele appeared in the hotel room.

�� "Whoa girl no wonder Vegeta wanted you, look at those pjs," Jescele teased. Xenta smiled evilly at Jescele's comment.

�� "Turn around, "Jescele directed, " I want to see this pase." Xenta twirled around in a circle slowly to show off her new pase proudly.

�� "This could be useful," Xenta mused looking around her hotel room her eyes landing on a once again stone dragonball.

�� "Well, well he actually gave you the dragonball," Jescele nodded, "too bad it's still stone."

�� "Now it is. When he gave it to me it was real. It turned back last night," Xenta explained, "it has something to do with him. I know it! All these years the dragonballs were dominant and one night out of anger he picks it up and gives it away. And in that second it turns back. See Jescele we need him. He is the key to getting the balls back and defeating Dende."

�� "Go back and talk to him," Jescele offered, "talk to him alone. Now I must leave you."

�� "Work calls,": Xenta sighed.

�� "I want to get back in time," Jescele smiled.

�� "Why," Xenta asked, the frustration of having to talk to Piccolo again evident in her voice.

�� " I've got an angry monkey to play with," Jescele laughed.

�� "Have fun," Xenta smiled evilly, alone once more.

�� Piccolo walked through his club alone yet not alone. He had spent the last ten years building up his empire of Green Hood. It had taken him those ten years to change who he was and yet only one moment to bring back the old Piccolo. Dj black leather thong Piccolo was gone and Mr. Stoic Piccolo had taken his place. It was time to go back. He was about to face the place he had left, the past he could never forget.

�� Xenta walked in the front door boldly.

�� "You came back," he stated blandly.

�� "How could I not," she asked, "so many people are going to die at the hands of Cell."

�� "I'm not sure what you think I could do," he said, no emotion in his voice.

�� "How will you know until you try," she asked, her eyes pleading with him, she looked so much like someone he'd lost, yet different as well. He could never say no to the one he loved and he couldn't say no to Xenta.

�� "You sound like someone I used to know," he said not looking at her, "in her memory I will help you."

�� "What happened to her," she asked.

�� "That is none of your concern," he told her, "nor is anything else from my life. Don't pry either."

�� "Fine," she smiled. I won't pry. I'll push instead.

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