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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

HAPPY HANUKKAH/CHANUKAH!

HAPPY KWANZAA!

HAPPY RAMADAN!

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Here's a little gift…CHAPTER 8! FINALLY IT'S OUT!

Note: This chapter is VERY SHORT! OK? Good.

NOTE: PLEASE READ THE NEW CHAPTER 7 BEFORE YOU READ THIS OR YOU WILL BE LOST…K? Now on with the story.

Chapter 8: Depression

Part fourteen: Impossible

(Same Place)

"What? THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE...unless you were at the clearing 3 weeks ago."

"What do you mean? I killed her the day Goku was attacked. But it was an accident."

"But she tried to kill me at the clearing three weeks ago and something weird happened and she got her throat slit."

"We were fighting about something and I…wait maybe I didn't kill her. But why was she trying to kill you?" asked Trunks

"Because she didn't like the fact that we like each other."

"What exactly happened to her?"

"I don't know. She was about to stab me and the knife flew from her hands and slit her throat. It was so weird." said Marron remembering the day Bra died.

"So the killer IS back?" asked Trunks.

"Yep."

"We have to…"

"Oh no!" yelled Marron interrupting Trunks.

"What? What is the matter?" asked Trunks.

"You, Me, Goten, Goku, Vegeta, mother, and Chi Chi are the only ones left."

"What do you mean we are the only ones left?"

"Vegeta has reason to believe who ever is killing is only after the Z gang and their family. So if that is true then we have to find and stop who ever it is before anyone else gets killed."

"Marron, do you think you could get me out of here?" asked Trunks.

"I will get you out and I WILL find whoever is killing everyone." said Marron.

Part fifteen: No more pain

(Hospital: 11:40 p.m.)

"Excuse me do you know where Son Goten's room is?" asked a figure dressed in a black overcoat. Everything except his eyes, nose, and hands wear cover. The nurse raised her eyebrow.

"No, try the front desk. They can help you." She said. She quickly walked out of the room. He walked up to the front desk.

"Excuse me. Can you tell me what room Son Goten is staying in?" asked the person in the coat.

"Sure…um...are you a relative. Or something?" asked the lady.

"Yes, I'm his brother." said the figure in the overcoat.

"O…k. Room 674a!" she said. He thanked her and walked away.

He finally reached 674a. He opened the door slowly.

"Goten!" he called softly. Goten was sleeping in the bed.

'Awe. How cute. Too bad beauty never lasts.' laughed the figure.  He closed the door and locked it. He walked up to the bed slowly.

"Good night, Goten." said the figure. He pulled out a knife.

"Wait…what am I thinking. He deserves a faster death." The figure put the knife away and put his hands together.

"Good-BYE Goten! You won't have to feel no more pain."

(Marron's house: 11:45 a.m.)

Marron opened her eyes and sat up in the bed. She yawed and stretched.

'What time is it?' she turned on the TV.

"This is Koru Nikoyo. We are right out side of the Orange Star Hospital. A patient has been found dead. But not an ordinary death. It seems someone cut a tiny hole threw his throat and head. The patients name was Son Goten…"

"NO! NO! Goten! Not Goten! You're lying…it can't be." yelled Marron. She turned the TV up and grabbed the phone. She quickly punched in Vegeta's phone number. She heard someone pick up the phone.

"VEGETA! Turn it to…"

"Channel 8, yes I already know. They found him at 7:23 this morning it's been on the news ever since then."

"But who did it?" asked Marron as she turned her TV down. She jumped out of her bed.

"I'm pretty sure our guy did it." answered Vegeta.

"Why? Why would he kill Goten? Goten did not deserve to die. It's not fair and it makes no sense." said Marron.

(Kami's Palace: 6:00 a.m.)

Mr. Popo paced back and forth.

"This has been going on for to long. I hope they got my letter, it should solve their problem." He said out loud.

"But won't it ruin my plan? I can't allow it." said a familiar voice. Mr. Popo turned around.

"What do you mean…"

"Bye!" he punched his fist threw Mr. Popo's stomach.

"That was easy." He laughed.

Part sixteen: Lawsuit

(Capsule House: 4:18 p.m.)

Yamcha burst into the Capsule House. Chi Chi and a bunch of other people dressed in black and blue suits followed him. 

"Vegeta…I'm suing you for a million dollar."

"WHAT? You come busting into MY house to tell me you are suing me for a million dollars." yelled Vegeta. He walked into the other room and can back out with a suitcase.

"Here is you fucking money…NOW GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" he yelled. He tossed the suitcase to Yamcha.

"Um…ok! Bye." Yamcha turned to walk away when Chi Chi grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it.

"Where do you think you're going." She asked threw her teeth.

"Um…he gave us the money. So can't we leave?"

"Yes." said Vegeta.

"NO!" yelled Chi Chi. She walked over to Vegeta.

"Maybe if you haven't noticed you are being sued. That doesn't mean you can just hand us…"

"Listen Chi Chi, it's ok! I don't really wanna go to court." Interrupted Yamcha. Chi Chi walked back over towards Yamcha and took the suitcase out of his hand.

"Vegeta, is this really a million dollars?" she asked.

"Yes, now leave." He demanded. Chi Chi turned to face Vegeta.

"We'll be happy to leave. Bye. Oh Yamcha," she said Turning to face Yamcha, "this is just the right amount for me helping you. Bye-bye now!"

"WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" yelled Yamcha.

"I mean, you owe me 1 million dollars for helping you. BYE!" she walked out of Vegeta's house and the other followed her.

"Wait you said it was only 17,000 or 14,000 or whatever. Wait Chi Chi!" yelled Yamcha following Chi Chi out the door. The door closed behind them.

"That was different…and unnecessary." said Vegeta.

Ok, that was fun to write. Sorry about any grammar, punctuation, or spelling errors. Please Review.

This was a cute lil' Christmas gift and Chapter 9 should be one, too. 'Cause I working on it…NOW!