"Everybody SHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Chichi bellowed above the din.

The assembled group instantly fell silent, flashes of black doom echoing through their minds but fearful of Chichi's wrath. Kami had called everyone together at Capsule Corp. upon learning of Marron and Roshi's… departure… to discuss these frightening occurrences and to share information in the hopes of discovering the murderer.

Chichi looked at Kami and said serenely, "The floor is yours."

Feeling slightly intimidated by Chichi, Kami obeyed immediately and stepped before the remains of the Z fighters – Goku, Gohan, Goten, Piccolo, Tien, Chiaotzu, and Trunks. Bulma, Chichi, 18, Korin, and Mr. Popo had also joined the group to help in any way they could.

Kami cleared his throat and addressed the crowd. "As you all know, we have recently suffered several losses. Vegeta, Krillin" - at this, Goku sobbed and blew his nose loudly into a handkerchief – "Yamcha, Puar, Yajirobe, Marron, Master Roshi, and Turtle. Most of these people will be missed. Some of them… not so much. But regardless, we must commit ourselves to finding their murderer and avenging their wrongful deaths!"

Goku raised his hand.

"Yes?" asked Kami.

"Um… can you say that again in English?"

Kami groaned. "We're going to find out who did this and kill them."

"Oh. Thank you. It's so much easier when you don't talk gibberish like that."

There was a dull clank as Chichi bashed Goku's skull in with her dark iron frying pan of death.

"Ow!"

"Anyway, moving on," Kami said, ignoring the whimpers of pain, "Does anyone have any information that could help us find the killer?"

Trunks looked slyly around the circle of people to see if anyone was about to volunteer any information. Everyone looked completely clueless.

"Well," said Kami, "One thing we do know is that Master Roshi was last seen leaving for his island with a rather broad blonde woman."

"I saw a woman like that!" Trunks exclaimed, a thought suddenly coming to him.

"Really? Where?" demanded Kami.

"When I took Marron on a date."

"That's right!" cried 18. "You were with Marron the night she disappeared!"

"Yes, I was," Trunks said softly, tears welling in his beautiful blue eyes. "I remember, she had just ordered chicken fingers when she excused herself to go to the bathroom." He paused for a moment, trying to regain composure as tears spilled from his eyes and left sparkling trails of sadness down his handsome face. Goten patted his shoulder comfortingly. "I'm sorry. The pain is still so near…like a big, bloody gouge in my heart." He barely managed to conceal an eye twitch, but the last part was true – she was like a bloody gouge in his heart. "After she left, she was followed into the bathroom by a very strange woman. She was also very… well built and had long blonde hair and carried a nasty shaggy pink purse with her."

Kami gasped. "The woman who was seen with Master Roshi also had a nasty shaggy pink purse!"

Trunks leaned forward. "Do you think this could be…" -his eyes narrowed- "the killer?"

"It's very possible. We can place her at the scene of two of the murders," Kami said contemplatively, stroking his green chin.

"Yes," Trunks continued. "After that woman followed Marron into the bathroom… Marron… she… never came out again. I looked for her as well as I could, but, as I am a man, I couldn't go into the women's bathroom. I waited for hours, until the restaurant closed. I never should have let her go pee!" He collapsed into sobs once more, shuddering piteously and moaning.

"There, there," said Kami consolingly, "Don't blame yourself. How were you to know that she would be attacked by a strange woman in the bathroom? We can send Chichi, 18, or Bulma to the restaurant to investigate the bathroom for any clues as to what terrible fate could have befallen Marron."

Goku raised his hand again.

"What is it now?" snapped Kami, a dangerous glint in his eye.

"Um… hablo englisho, please-o?" Goku said haltingly, giving a fine display of his Spanglish speaking abilities. After all, he did major in it in college.

"We have to find out what happened to Marron."

"Oh. Thanks."

Clang!!!

"Ow!"

Kami winced as Chichi's frying pan collided with Goku's head once again.

"Chichi?" Kami said tentatively. "Why don't you take Bulma and 18 to the restaurant and check out the bathroom. If you find anything, let us know."

Chichi nodded. "We'll stop off at my house first for… supplies."

Later, at the restaurant…

Three women burst through the door, armed to the teeth with semi-automatics, machine guns, hunting knives, one rocket launcher, and one woman toting an iron frying pan.

The peaceful music from the small ensemble in the corner immediately stopped and the patrons all turned to stare at the strange posse of women gathered in the entrance.

"Everything is fine, go back to your food," Chichi declared, cocking her sawed off shotgun menacingly. "We're just here investigating a murder, nothing to be upset about."

A resounding splat was heard in the resulting silence as a glob of mashed potatoes fell from the fork of one of the diners.

The assembled customers watched with wide, staring eyes as the trio crossed the room to the women's bathroom, their arsenal clanking and swinging ominously. Upon reaching the door, 18 kicked it open and the door flew back off of its hinges. The women then proceeded to enter the bathroom. The moment they were out of sight, the entire restaurant emptied faster than information from Goku's brain at a physics lecture.

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Bulma critically inspected the facilities. Chichi joined her, saying, "This is so dirty! How are we supposed to find anything in here?"

"You're right! It's so unsanitary," agreed Bulma. "We should clean it, otherwise we'll never be able to find any clues."

"You idiots!" exclaimed 18. "If you wash the room out, you could destroy the evidence!"

Chichi and Bulma rounded on her threateningly. "Do you see any clues? No!" they snapped in unison. "All you see is DIRT! Now CLEAN!"

Chichi whipped out a rag and a can of disinfectant spray from some secret recesses of her dress and went to work, followed immediately by Bulma and 18, who was too cowed to do otherwise.

After bringing the bathroom to a spotless shine, the women stood back and admired their work. "Now let's find those clues!" cried Bulma.

Needless to say, they did not find anything.

"Well this makes no sense," Chichi muttered, putting her hands on her hips.

18 angrily ripped a toilet from the wall and water sprayed all over her as she banged her head against the stall door.

"Now look what you've done!" chided Bulma. "We just finished cleaning!"

"Oh, just ignore her," advised Chichi wisely. "She's just upset about her daughter being murdered in cold blood and our inability to find any clues that will help us identify her killer."

Bulma nodded understandingly.

After bashing a hole through the stall door with her head, 18 pulled back and stared at the wall. Suddenly, she was struck by an epiphany. She pointed to the wall and cried, "Look! A window!"

"Oh, don't worry, dear," Chichi said consolingly. "We've all ready cleaned it."

"No! She could have been taken out of the window by the murderer!" 18 exclaimed. "My baby might still be alive!"

"Well, isn't that nice? We should go back and tell the others what we found," suggested Bulma.

Later, at Capsule Corp…

"That's it?" asked Kami. "You found a window? Great job, Sherlock."

Chichi brandished her frying pan warningly. "Hey! We scoured that place until it was squeaky clean!"

"You cleaned??"

"Well yes! You couldn't see anything with all of that grime," said Bulma defensively.

Kami hung his head in defeat. "So we've got no further leads on… anything??"

"Don't be so pessimistic!" said Chichi. "I'm sure we'll find something helpful the next time he kills someone."

"But we don't want him to kill anyone else!" Kami cried in desperation.

Trunks entered silently from the kitchen, taking the assembled group by surprise as he seemingly appeared from nowhere. "We could set him up."

Kami looked at Trunks suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"We could set a trap of sorts. We could give him an opportunity to kill which he cannot ignore."

"Explain." Kami watched him with a critical eye.

"We'll use someone as bait for the murderer, and then when he arrives to do the evil deed, we shall catch him red-handed and put an end to this madness once and for all!!"

"That sounds like an idea," said Kami appreciatively. "But who will be the bait?"

The group quickly looked around at each other. Trunks smirked.

We know they would actually be speaking Japanese, but for the sake of simplicity, just go with it.