"Yes? Saiyan's Cry." a black haired male spoke as he put the phone to his ear, the room as dark as can be with only light coming from old hung lightbulbs. The male then took a slice of pizza from a box, taking a bite from it.

"Hah . . . sorry, not interested. This is a demon slaying company, not kidnapping rescue." he frowned as he threw the phone back to its base, taking another bite from his slice of pizza. "Barely moved into this place and I'm already getting calls on bullshit."

A knock on the door made the eerie place ring a tone. The male, comfortably laying against his chair, his feet on the table, groaned as he had to sit up.

"Come in." the owner's voiced echoed across the building as he slid the rest of the pizza into his mouth, the huge door of an entrance opening with a creek to it.

The male growled as he moved in the darkness, "Yajirobe, this better be good you fat bastard."

Yajirobe nodded as he chuckled, "Now now, we don't want you to be going mad or do we Goku?"

"So I believe this is good news then?" The spiky haired male stood up as he took another slice of pizza into his hand, taking a bite from it.

"Yes, quite well."

"Spill it already." Goku pointed at the chubby man with his pizza, then taking a bite from it.

"Well, I don't have the documents with me right now."

"Get out then!"

"Wha?"

"Get. Out! Tubby bastard, you know if you want to talk to me you have to have the information with you right?"

"C'mon Goku, don't be such a tough guy."

"Whatever, I'm the owner of this dump and you do as I say." Goku then sat up again, his lips holding the slice of pizza as his foot hit the table to motion up, his guns successfully landing into their owner's hands, "Or I'll do it for you, and it won't be pretty."

"Fine fine fine!" Yajirobe put his hands up as he walked to the entrance.

Goku calmed down as he sat down, tossing the pizza back into its box, "Dammit, lost my appetite because of that. Thanks ya pig of a man."

"Hey hey! Calm! I swear to god, this is a good bounty."

"Bounty? Yajirobe, I think I already explained to you that I kill, not find!"

"Hear me out, it'll win you a good couple of millions! Swear to god!"

"I won't believe you until you get the documents in here." Goku growled.

"Fine fine, how about we meet at the usual place? Tonight?"

" . . . sure." Goku responded, knowing he had nothing else to do other than answer the fucking phone all day.

"Hey, and with those millions, how about you remodel this place? You know, and buy yourself - "

"Pizza? Strawberry Sundaes? Yes." Goku smirked.

"And may I advise you to open the windows a bit. It smells like corn chips and ass in here. That definitely won't attract customers at all. Later."

The fat man walked off and out of the door, leaving Goku sitting in his office, his stomach growling as he put his beer down.

"Fuck it, I have no other choice but to accept the offer. He said a million right? He better not be playing or I'll happily end his life."

Goku smirked as he sat up.