Hi all, Chapter 16 is here!: As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. So totally excited here!! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have guessed it…I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy is done!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^









Wishful dreams, tattered hearts

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Chapter Sixteen





2 days later…



Bulma stepped out of the hot shower, feeling refreshed. She loved the hot showers. It would always give her a feeling of peace in this violent world. Putting her hair in a towel, she thought back to the talk she had, had on the phone with Professor Jameson. When she mentioned The Watcher and her dreams, he immediately scheduled an appointment for a meeting. Bulma couldn't have been happier to hear someone actually might consider believing her. So, later on in the afternoon she had a meeting with Professor Isaac Jameson.



Walking into her grand bedroom, Bulma turned on the TV to the news to watch while she got dressed. Fumbling through her drawers, she didn't notice the TV news report until a guy said in a professional tone.

"Another victim was found murdered in her car. Police have covered the ground, finding no trace of the attacker or the murders' escape route."

Bulma, in just her panties and bra, stopped in her tracks. Pulling on her robe, she listened to more of the news broadcast with wide eyes and a racing heart.



"This young woman, Yolanda Garcia, was found dead in her Honda earlier this morning. No leads have been made as the Police has done a sweep of the area since 6 this morning. I have here with me a officer who was on the first on the scene" The New reporter turned to the police officer that looked in his later 40's. From the uniform and rank plates, Bulma saw he looked like he was a Sergeant. Indeed he was.

"Sergeant Millar, when you got on the scene, what was going on in your head?" the news reporter asked, putting the microphone to the police officers mouth. "Well" he began, adjusting his small-rimmed glasses. "When I saw the body and all the blood everywhere…I nearly puked up my breakfast. It was just gruesome. The body was all tore up. Her throat and chest was sliced open, reveling her insides. It was just a bloody mess. I'm just glad I was trained to handle this. Otherwise, I would have fainted it was so graphic. My fellow officers looked sick when they first arrived. One of them, Billy, threw up" he said, placing his hands behind his back. He still looked a little sick.

The New reporter nodded his head, "Do you know who did this?" he asked.

Sergeant Miller half nodded, "We have no leads, no evidence, and no evidence of an attacker. But we do have a signature or so we believe it's his way of letting us know he was the one who did this"

The new reporter looked sick, but fought against it. "And what signature did he leave?"



Sergeant Miller pointed to the hood and windshield. The News reporter who hadn't noticed before, did look sick then. "Ladies and gentlemen" he said, fighting the urge to puke. "It says, "The Watcher". This is what was left behind by the murder of not only this death, but to the death of 24 year old Brittany Collenal. Her body was not found in a car, but it was just a gruesome as this resent one." He turns to the camera now, fighting desperately to get ride of the aching nausea.

"The police suspect it's the same killer to killed Brittany Collenal last week. No one has stepped forward or made a report as of yet. If you have any information, please contact the studio or contact your locatal police station. No names will be given. They just wish for someone to come forward to help stop this murder that they suspect to be a uprising serial killer. I'm Jamie Franklin. Back to you in the studio"



Bulma watched the rest of the news in silence. 'He's stuck again' she said, biting on her lower lip. How many more will he kill? How many more will suffer at his hands before they die without mercy?? Bulma couldn't shake the thought. 'Who is this maniac? What does he want?



Getting up from her bed, Bulma got herself all the way dressed, then headed for the Professors' office where he was awaiting for her to come.











Hi all! I know I know…. SHORT AND BORING! I am sorry, I really am. But I couldn't help myself. I needed an add-on to give the story a explanation. Or rather a small one. ^_^ so, wha do you all think? Good? Bad? Awesome? What??!! Let me know! R/R please! Constructive flames most welcome too. ^_^