1 Chapter 4

Gohan arrived at Vegeta's around eleven am, what he found didn't surprise him. Vegeta was sitting on the front porch, he face pale and sick. Gohan stood next to him.

"You gunna be ok?"

Vegeta didn't answer; he only stared at Gohan, blankly. It was the look of a man who won the lottery, then found out he was going to die in two days.

Gohan couldn't look at Vegeta much longer without feeling sick himself; so instead, he walked slowly inside the house.

The cops swarmed the area, along with the press. The murder had taken place in the bedroom, a few hours before Vegeta got home. Vegeta didn't even know she was dead. He had just climbed into bed beside her body at assumed she was asleep. It wasn't until the next morning he discovered he had slept next to a dead woman. That was what Gohan knew. It was more than even the cops knew too. Vegeta had only said he had come home and went to sleep on the couch, then discovered Dominique dead this morning. A lie. A big lie. But who wants to admit to the press he had slept with a corpse, and didn't realize it? Gohan stood in the doorway of Vegeta's bedroom. Dominique's body had been covered with a sheet, no blood. For some reason, Gohan thought that there ought to be blood. Although he knew she had been strangled.

'Gees, I'm going insane. Blood? Why would there be blood?'

Here came that voice again.

'Oh there's blood, you're just not looking hard enough. Turn her over, look at her back. There's blood, lots of blood. But its not hers. Do you know whose it is, Gohan? Do you?'

Gohan stumbled back wards.

"No."

He looked around, realizing he had just spoken out loud. No one had noticed.

'Sure you do. You know whose it is. It's yours, Gohan, it's yours!'

Gohan put his hand to his mouth. He had a very strong urge to puke. Gohan ran out of the house, the press and cops didn't even notice, they just continued with their business. When he reached his car, Gohan collapsed. He didn't even remember opening the door, or driving away. He didn't remember driving to Goten's, or driving home.

It was late when he came to, and Gohan nearly lost his mind when he found out where he was. He was in bed, with Videl. However, this time was different, this time Gohan was in the middle of being a love machine. He looked down and saw Videl, who smiled up at him. Gohan nearly screamed. What the hell had happened to him? He rolled over, and laid on his back.

"Videl, I think I have a problem."

Videl turned over.

"What is it?"

She seemed dazed. As if she had just gotten doped up.

'Who knows maybe she has,' Gohan thought, 'it's not like you can remember anything any way.'

"Videl, I can't remember anything, not since being at Vegeta's this afternoon."

Videl shook her head.

"Gohan, what are you talking about, that wasn't today, that was yesterday."

Gohan sat up.

"What? Jesus! Then it's worse then I thought. Videl, I can't remember anything about today, not since Vegeta's yesterday."

Videl shook her head.

"But you were your normal self, how could you not remember? Today you helped me handle the arrangements for Odori's funeral, then we watched TV, and came to bed."

Gohan closed his eyes, then opened them, expecting to be on the ground by his car in front of Vegeta's place. But nothing changed.

"What about yesterday, after Vegeta's?"

Videl thought hard.

"You came home, then when to Goten's, then you came back home."

Gohan's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"Goten's?"

'Magami, shit! She's dead, I know she is!"

Gohan sat up.

"Videl, have you heard from Magami?"

Videl nodded.

"Yes, yesterday, before you went over."

Gohan shook his head. An image of Magami sitting in a bathtub, her throat slit, passed through his head. It was replaced by that evil voice.

'Too late, Gohan. You really need to learn to control these little outbursts of yours. They're getting out of hand, wouldn't you say?'

"Shut-up."

Gohan said this quietly, so Videl would not hear. But he knew what she was thinking.

'He's gone insane, he has. Who was he telling to shut-up? Why was he asking about Magami? What's going on? Black outs? This isn't like Gohan at all.'

Gohan was about to yell at Videl. Yell at her for thinking such things about him. For calling him insane; but that had to wait, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

Videl answered it; Gohan didn't want to hear what he already knew.

"What? But she…Jesus. Will it ever stop?"

There was long pause, during witch time Videl nodded her head.

"Wait…you think…no…impossible…all right, we'll come, but he didn't…no…I don't care…fuck you."

Videl slammed the phone down. Gohan was shocked. Videl never and I mean never, swore, let alone slam any thing. But Gohan knew she had good reason. He knew what was coming. The cops think he did it. Only this time he wasn't sure they were wrong.