Author's Note: Hello, it's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I was waiting to finish my other story but that's not going to end anytime soon, so I decided just to start writing this.

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mAdLyInLoVe- Thank you so much! I hope it lives up to your expectations and that you like this chapter.

Okay, to answer what was up with the preface. Well, like a review guessed, that was the end and now it's time to read the events leading up to last chapter :) If you haven't read the preface, you might want to.

Changes: The Son property is different (there should be a brief explanation on it here), Gohan is thirty four (Goten and Bulla's ages mentioned last chapter), and Pan is Goku and Chi Chi's daughter. Anything else should be clarified in the story, if not then ask me in a review and then I'll answer in the next chapter's AN.

I think that's it, so I present to you Chapter One of Love's A Crime. I hope you like it!

Love's A Crime: Chapter One

A Couple Months Earlier

Goten Son leaned against the wall of South City Jail, which he had just gotten released from. Again. He was usually the one in his family to do the more risky work; so come the case they got caught, he would be the one to go to prison while his father and older brother stayed home drinking beer (and plotting-never forget the plotting.). Normally, he would've been halfway home already-prisons were never a place Goten would want to stay around for long- but because he was now considered a 'regular', the police decided it was time to take away his car (something that should've been done on the cause of visit five). But no matter, his older brother Gohan was already on his way.

Less than five minutes later, he saw one of the family vans pull up on the curb. About time. He slumped into the front seat, nodding a quick hello to his brother. Goten thought it was quite obvious he didn't want to make small talk- he was almost asleep for crying out loud- but apparently Gohan didn't get the memo. (Or didn't care. With him it was always hard to tell.)

"I'm guessing nobody's touched your cell since last time, eh?" he teased.

The younger Son just rolled his eyes in response.

Gohan carried on anyway, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, you'll be happy to hear you won't be going back there anytime soon-from any of our heists anyway."

"Is that your way of telling me that I should get some training in? Or are you nagging me on something new this time around?"

Gohan smirked, clearly happy he got his brother to respond. He started to say something but was interrupted by a faint cough.

Goten jumped. His older brother looked over his shoulders when the light turned red, a small smile forming upon his face. "You okay babe?"

Goten turned around to see who his brother was talking to, finding a young lady stretched out across the backseat, her head resting on a small pillow. She sat up and nodded, fixing her hair slightly. The twenty seven year old took her in, almost positive she was his brother's new girl toy. She had azure hair that matched the hue of her eyes. She wore clothes that accentuated her slim yet curvy figure. Not being too good at describing girls, he decided she was beautiful. It seemed as if he had saw her somewhere before, though.

Basing on his brother's tastes, he knew that she was by far his longest relationship.

As if reading his mind, Gohan mumbled, "Four months."

Apparently one trip to jail was all it took for the Sons to give into love.

To the lady in the back seat, he said, "Home or my place?"

She stared at him with a 'you-should-already-know' glare.

"Mom's working on another one of her crazy inventions?"

She smiled.

"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when we're there."

She passed out the moment her head hit the pillow.

The light turned green. Goten looked at his older brother, waiting for him to speak.

He sighed. "Bulla Briefs. Met her at a bar."

The younger Son stared blankly as Gohan gave him an expectant look. He tried reading his facial expressions when it finally clicked.

"Oh! Bulla Briefs?" Goten exclaimed, his eyes widening.

Hmm. It wasn't like his brother to go for someone of an extremely higher ranking than him-much less the heiress of Capsule Corporation, one of the most powerful companies in the world. Did he mention the fact that her dad can kick ass in a heartbeat while her mother zaps you with any of her creations…? Well, at least Goten can match the correct name to the face he had seen plastered on magazines and what not.

Goten leaned his head back on the chair, closing his eyes to finally get some rest. He replayed all the strange looks he received when he stepped into the prison a mere four months ago, trying to recall if they were looks of shock, resentment, or fear. It would make sense to go with the latter, yet he couldn't help but worry about that one particular look…

Time to change the subject, he thought. 'Well, you'll be happy to hear you won't be going back there anytime soon-from any of our heists anyway.' What did that even mean? They usually have thousands of schemes for me to carry out once I return from jail.

A faint cough was heard from the backseat again, interrupting his thoughts. He flinched a bit but soon drifted to sleep, surprisingly with a small smile forming on his face.

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"Bro, wake up. We're here."

Goten squinted, immediately recognizing the land his family owned. They had just passed through the gates that were installed a week before he went to jail. There was a fountain next to their house-a new edition to the home, seeing as he had never seen it before. Everything else was pretty much the same, though- the Sons' personal safe house, headquarters, two small buildings that served various purposes, and, of course, the house itself. Their 'arena' of land used solely for training purposes covered up most of the back. The place was pretty secluded, but it worked out well for the family, who just so happened to be head of the Mafia.

Convenient, isn't it?

The youngest male of said head family shut his eyes after his quick survey of his home. He heard his older brother sigh as the car was being parked, no doubt noticing his sibling's short attention span.

Two car doors were hard being open and shut in precise timing-almost as if it was planned. A crash was soon heard, followed by an exasperated groan.

No more than thirty seconds later, Goten found himself on the ground.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA! What the hell was that for, Gohan?!" he screamed, rubbing his head and looking at the floor.

A moment of silence filled the room. It seemed like an eternity before a voice took over.

"So, like, did your rage break or something?" the voice said. The female voice.

He looked up, eyes widening at the sight of Bulla. He was about to reply with a snarky comeback when he realized this was the first time he had heard her speak-the first time he heard her voice. As corny as it sounds, Goten couldn't help but think of it as beautiful.

"What would you know about that, honey?" he lamely shot back after collecting his thoughts.

She rolled her eyes. "Are you coming inside or not? Gohan told me to tell you that he went inside to go help your dad."

So that's what the crash was. He got up and brushed his pants. About to make his way to the door, the twenty seven year old realized something.

"Hold up, did you yank me out of the car?"

Bulla smirked. "It wasn't the wind."

She started to walk up to the front door when he called her. Turning around with an annoyed expression, she asked, "Yes?"

"I think you need to know your place here, honey," Goten said, taking a few steps to catch up to her.

"First off, I'm not your 'honey', so I suggest you stop calling me that before I rip your lips off. Second, I've been with your brother for four months. While you were imprisoned because of a stupid mess up, I've been here. So I'm pretty sure I 'know my place'."

Her hands were on her hips, eyes narrowed. Goten had every right to be scared out of his mind (which he kind of was, but you'll never get him to admit that). Instead, he laughed at the matter. "You obviously still have much to learn. There are dead bodies under your bed."

The bluenette raised her eyebrows. "I know. I've seen them."

With that, she glided off to the house, not stopping or looking back at all. Goten knew the evening should be interesting.

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Dinner went worse than he thought it would be.

They had talked like a normal family-which doesn't seem odd to the average human but Goten knew it was awkward, because the Sons were far from normal. Then, Pan had barely said a word to her favorite brother because she was too caught up in talking to Bulla about some Capsule Corp invention that had just been released. Speaking of, Gohan's girlfriend had been chatting away like she was in that chair (which just so happened to be Goten's usual spot) every night-like she was one of them. And well, he was kind of OCD when it came to stuff like that.

After the hell hour was over, Goten went straight to his room. He wanted to move out for a while now-what twenty seven year old man still lives at home?-but the family vetoed that immediately. He changed into a muscle tank and went to the punching bag in the corner of his room, refusing to wait any longer to let his anger out.

Five minutes later, he heard a noise upstairs. Goten couldn't determine what it was or which room it came from, so he decided to creep up and find it.

Turns out, the room was directly above his. No members of the family used that, so he grew suspicious. He put his ear on the door to see if he could hear something, but everything was muffled. He crouched down to peer in the crack on the bottom of the door, only to find that something was blocking it.

Getting anxious and annoyed, Goten ended up picking the lock. Prison gave him all day to think and "invent" tricks to help him with schemes-lock picking just so happened to be one of them.

The door swung open, revealing a certain Briefs sitting on a love seat, a suspicious looking black duffel on her lap. She looked up abruptly and stopped talking on her cell phone, shutting it quickly. Goten didn't fail to notice the apprehensive look on her face-he knew that look all too well, saw it too many times. It was the look that clouded someone who just got caught.

"May I help you?" Bulla asked, trying to seem calm and collected (obviously, it failed).

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

She stood up and stepped forward, arms crossed, regaining the composure she had earlier. "If it was your business, I would've invited you."

He let out a small, sarcastic laugh. "We both know you wouldn't. Not like I would come anyway."

"And why is that?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow.

"I thought it was obvious enough, but I kind of hate you." He smirked. Forget finding out what she was hiding-this was way more entertaining.

"Good. That makes two of us."

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end of chapter.

So Bulla and Goten are off to a rough start. They don't know what I have in store for them, *laughs evilly*. I hope that you liked this chapter, give me feedback in a review?

Next chapter, Bulla will have a conversation with Vegeta, the Briefs will be introduced, Goten will do some stalking, and there might be some sexual tension, who knows? We'll get to some badass twists soon, :)

Quickly edited and read over, so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

xxxLizxxx