And Then There Were None, Part 3
By: Hotaru
Disclaimers: I don't own Dragonball, or its characters and I don't own the book "And then there were none" either. I'm just writing and rubbing my hands together to keep warm. Nothing to do with Db at all, and takes place back in the 50's or so.
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Trunks stared out into the sea and sipped on his coffee. On the terrace, Videl and that Sharpener man were eating pastries and chatting softly. Marron and Gohan were walking along the beach, stopping every so often to glance at a pretty shell. Bra, who looked like the youngest out of the group, was sun bathing. "Pretty ocean isn't it?" Trunks turned around and gave his best smile to the young Pan who had just walked outside.
"Ah yes. But I don't like the look of those clouds. It'd be awful if a storm were to hit." Trunks replied. Pan nodded and inhaled the salty sea air. "Yes. I wouldn't like to be stuck in this house the whole time. We might as well enjoy the nice weather while we can right?" Pan replied. Trunks nodded. The wind was picking up and the sky was darkening quickly. "Oh my…look at the ocean tumble!" Pan exclaimed as waves crashed up onto shore.
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Pan watched as Bra grabbed her bag and towel and barely escaped the fierce tide. "I didn't know the sun would fade away so fast!" Bra exclaimed once she was safe and sound on the terrace. Trunk ran his hand through his hair. "Well…it's getting chillier by the minute. I'm just about ready to get back inside." He said. Sharpener and Videl came towards them, as well as Gohan and Marron. "Nasty twist of weather eh?" Gohan asked.
"Ugh, how terrible. Our vacation is ruined…stupid storm." Bra moaned. Everyone retreated inside, away from the fierce wind and falling rain. Goten was looking down at a centerpiece on the table. "Oh…back so soon?" he asked, peering guiltily at the martini in hand. "Uh, nice little Indians eh?" He asked, nodding downward at the table. Bra, who had wrapped her towel around her body, moved closer to the Indian centerpiece. "Ten Little Indians…just like the poem." She said.
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Gohan looked quizzically at Bra. "How do you know about the poem? I though that it was only in my room." He said. Bra shook her head. "No…I thought it was only in mine…" she said curiously. Turns out, the poem about the Ten Little Indian boys was in everyone's room. "Now why do you think that poem would be in every room?" Sharpener asked, tapping his chin thoughtfully. The pantry door opened and Mrs. Briefs appeared.
"Well it is Indian Island isn't it?" she said with a lantern. The lights dimmed slightly. "Oh no!" Marron exclaimed as they went out momentarily. "Come now child, don't worry. There are plenty of lanterns and candles to light the house up." Mrs. Briefs said, handing the group a few boxes of matches. "Light one up, then light the ones in your rooms. Go on now." She instructed. Gohan looked out the window at the violently swaying trees. /What a strange twist of things…/
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Everyone head up the stairs single file. "This is insane! What a vacation this is—no lights and rain." Videl snorted, shuffling into her room and lighting the candles. Sharpener stood at her door. "It's scary isn't it? Sort of like a horror movie…" Videl paled slightly. Sharpener laughed and headed to his room. "Don't worry about it Miss Videl. He's just trying to frighten you." Gohan said from across the hall. Finally, all the lights were lit.
Videl nodded and proceeded downstairs with Gohan. The butlers were waiting in the dining room. "I suppose you're all hungry. We'll be serving turkey, potatoes and a tossed salad. There will be dessert of course, apple pie and pumpkin pie." She said. Her and her husband went back to the kitchen. "Mm. That sounds great! What'll we do in the mean time?" Pan asked. Sharpener tossed his fair hair over his shoulder. "Hm…why don't we go to the piano room? Surely someone can play."
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Bra looked around…seems no one knew how to play. "I can play…a little." Videl spoke up. Sharpener nearly tackled her. He took her arm and guided everyone to the piano room. "So uh, Bra right?" Goten asked, sitting on a velvet couch. Bra nodded. "Yes…and you're Goten right?" she asked. Goten winked. "Yep, that's me. So what're you doing on this island?" he asked. Bra sighed. "I was invited here, just like you were remember?"
Goten sighed sadly. Shot down again. "I'm just trying to make conversation, sheesh!" Mr. Briefs knocked on the glass door. "Dinner is finished, you may all come in now." He said. Everyone shuffled back to the dining hall where their dinner lay. "I wonder…how do supplies, like food and what not, get here?" Goten asked, picking up a piece of turkey with his fork. "Well," Mrs. Briefs began, "Like we told you earlier, a boat comes here once a day in the morning at nine and delivers supplies."
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"Oh, that's good." Goten replied. They ate in silence for a few minutes before some one broke out in a coughing fit. "Sir? Are you alright?" Mrs. Briefs asked, hurrying over with her husband to Gohan's side. He continued to cough, and slam on his chest. "Oh my God! He's choking! Some one help!" Marron exclaimed. Mr. Briefs proceeded to do the Heimlich maneuver. Gohan still was coughing and even turning blue.
"Go out there, don't watch it!" Mrs. Briefs pushed everyone out of the dining room. "Oh God…will Gohan be okay?" Marron asked. Goten licked his lips. "We can only hope so.." he replied. They waited and waited and waited. Finally, a solemn Mrs. Briefs opened the door. "Oh God!!" Mr. Briefs draped a white sheet over Gohan's body. "Is he….dead?" Pan gasped. Mr. Briefs sighed. "Yes. We'll put the body in Gohan's room for now until the boat comes tomorrow."
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Everyone fell silent at the news of the mans death. "This is…isn't happening…" Bra whispered, putting her hand over her mouth. Sharpener put his hand on Videl's shoulder. "It's a shame there isn't a doctor here. Someone who could have saved him." he said quietly. No one really felt like eating any more, so they went back to their rooms. Mr. and Mrs. Briefs carried the body upstairs. "Oh how awful…the poor guy." Mrs. Briefs said, laying the body on the bed.
Mr. Briefs nodded grimly. "They're all no doubt going to be spooked by this. I doubt anyone will even leave their rooms the rest of the evening." Mrs. Briefs nodded. Videl sat in her room, and looked at the door. Had the door been opened, she would be looking into Gohan's room. But now, his dead, cold, suffocated body lay there under a sheet.
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Hotaru
Are ya freaked yet?