Hi,


I just wanted to tell you something quickly before the FF comes. This whole FF comes from me (Quel`Thalas) and Lord_Vegeta. We only publish it here because we did not get an account together. But now enough has been said. Have fun with our FF.


Greetings Quel`Thalas and Lord_Vegeta




It was a cold, rainy night on a small side street


somewhere in the western capital. The extremely nobly dressed


Woman got out of the yellow taxi that had brought you here and paid


the bill of the driver who then drove on again. The


elegant person ran quickly so as not to get wet the front door of a


Run down, apparently deserted, 2 story office building


countered, opened it and entered. At first she saw herself a little


downstairs were just abandoned, uninhabited workrooms.


"Apparently the building went through the economic bankruptcy last year

shut down like so many others, "mused the lady. But


that was not why she had come here, her goal was clear. The man you


had to have his office upstairs, so she made up her mind


don't look further down and march straight up. The


old stairs creaked under their steps and one could see from a distance


hear that someone was in the house. "What kind of person can that be?


Everyone says he's the best. ", she thought to herself. On the 2nd floor


when she arrived she stopped in front of an old, shabby door on which in


slowly peeling off letters "Private detective Son-Goku" stood. She hesitated


indecisively staring at you at the lines, "Son Goku.", leave you


Again, “What a strange name.” She didn't seem sure


whether they step into the small, exceptionally shabby-looking office


should. But then the decision was made for her.The door opened,


and a tall, well-built man with tousled black hair kicked


From the office. "Can I help you," he asked gently. you


studied the man in front of him very carefully. He was wearing old suit trousers


several coffee stains on it, a white shirt, but this was still in


clean condition, in contrast to his pants. What most noticeable


what was part of his clothes is his long black coat, which is next to his


jet black hair looked gray. The lady had the detective


presented quite differently, but she hadn't with her guess


Wrong that he knew this long coat as you know from many films


wore. “Are you the well-known private investigator Son Goku?” Yours


Voice sounded like warm honey in his ears. The voice bewitched him for


a moment before he could answer. "Uh, that's me.", Proudly

He pushed his chest forward and asked you, "How can I get you


help? "" I would actually prefer to have this in her office


would discuss. "" Of course, where are my good manners?


today, "he said, holding the door to her like a true gentleman


open. She stepped in quickly and surveyed the office


just as carefully as you had just looked at the rooms on the ground floor.


It made exactly the impression that all rooms exerted on them when men


lived there alone. It was a small office with only one


Window that only moderately lit the room, but with a lot


Filing cabinets, a large, well-cleared desk next to that


one or the other woodworm has already bothered.


Furthermore there was a coffee machine, a small one


Fridge and an old transistor radio on a small table

had its place with wheels. In some corners there were still a few


Cardboard boxes from which various porno magazines peeked out. Appearance


after someone had only half-heartedly cleared them aside as best they could. you


had to smile, but as you felt it was nothing unusual for


a single man. All in all, it made the typical impression


an old, shabby office of a private detective that couldn't be better


and could afford more expensive office. When he had also entered it closed


he opens the door behind him. Then he courteously took his guest's coat


and hung it on a jacket stand that stood behind the door,


right next to his. Then he cleared away a large pile of papers


the chair in front of his desk to make room for the lady and her


to be able to sit down. He even took behind his


Desk on an old, but cozy looking leather armchair.

"Well, one more time. What can I do for you?" He began again. "I


am here because i have a pretty big problem. "answered the lady


to his question. “What kind of problem?” “Not with what, but with whom


is the question. "She corrected him. At the same moment she opened it."


her bag, and took out a large black and white photo and placed it with her


Detective in the middle of the desk. "Do you know this man,"


she asked straight ahead. The photo showed a limousine on the right


Door was held open by a tall, bald guy. From the


A much shorter person in a smart suit was getting on the car


and with black hair that wasn't just black in the photo


, but also in reality like that. "Yes, but I know this one


Man. ", He said indifferently." That is one of the most brutal


Drug lords across the western capital.He calls himself


Vegeta, but everyone else just calls him "The Merciless". "