Hi all, Chapter 17 is here…. whoa, huh? ;): 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!! ^_^



AN: Okay, I know…. another boring chappy. But guess wha guys! This explains more about you know whom! ;)





Wishful dreams, tattered hearts

© Bre 2001-2002, all rights reserved



Chapter Seventeen







Professor Isaac Jameson, head of the department, sat in his leather chair drinking a cup of coffee. Being the leading researcher of his field, he has seen many cases of myths and legends, paranormal encounters, and the mysterious unexplained. His research has lead to all parts of the globe to investigate other cultures. But what he was most interested in was the myth and rumors he had heard about on the serial killer known as "The Watcher". That same myth drove him to his doctorate in the first place. He had heard of many things, but none as refined and yet mysterious as The Watcher's legend.



Professor Isaac had searched for a long time for clues is to how The Watcher came to be and where he came from. He knew many things, but he couldn't understand the goal. That's when he was going to give up. His 30 years of searching and only dead ends to the leads of this unknown and yet known killer. 2 days ago on the day he had given up, a young woman had called him wanting to schedule an appointment with him as soon as possible. At the time he didn't know why the daughter of the Multi-billion dollar corporation wanted to speak with him. That was until she mentioned The Watcher in their phone conversation.



He remembered it as if it was just earlier that day. He was in his office, preparing to go home when his receptionist told him someone was on the other line for him, stating it was an emergency. Of course, out of instinct he picked up the phone not knowing Bulma Briefs, daughter to the Multibillionaire, wanted to talk to him about his article on The Watcher. As the conversation pressed of further into the shocking topic, Isaac Jameson become more and more excited at the chance to get some evidence of The Watcher's existence.



Looking out the window from his chair, he drank down the last of his late afternoon coffee. Setting the mug down, Professor Isaac stretched. He could feel his old bones pop from the straining. 'Well' he thought, 'Bulma should be arriving any second'. Looking at his watch, he predicted that she would come within the next 5 minutes. As soon as he thought that, he heard a loud knock coming from the door. "Come in" he called out to the person.



Bulma Briefs entered into the office with her confidence and doubts hanging in the balance. Closing the door lightly behind her, she announced her presences to the awaiting professor. "Hello…Professor Jameson I presume?" she asked, eying the man who was now standing beside his desk awaiting Bulma to come closer.

Professor Jameson nodded with a greeting smile, "Yes, I am. And you must be Bulma Briefs. What a pleasure and might I add an honor it is to have you in my office today." He shook her hand lightly.



Bulma smiled back at the professor. "The pleasure is mine Professor. I have read all about you. You are one of the best in the field." She shook his hand firmly.



Professor Jameson was flattered, "Thank you my dear. I have much experience so it accredits for something" he ushered her to a chair.



Bulma sat down, waiting for the Professor to the same. He did a few moments later after getting a bottle of water from the mini fridge. "So, miss Briefs. Do tell me about what you know on The Watcher" he said, after he had made himself comfortable in his leather chair.



Bulma nodded, not shocked to find out he would get straight down to business. "Yes, well, what I know may shock you" she announced.



Professor Jameson nodded his head thoughtfully, urging her to continue.



Bulma cleared her thought, and then continued. "Yes well, this watcher man has been stalking me for awhile now." she started.



Professor Jameson eyed her curiously. "How long has he been stalking you, Miss Briefs?" he questioned.



Bulma didn't have to think. She knew exactly how long. For a little over 3 weeks now" she replied.



Professor Jameson eyed her in deep thought. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he spoke up. "Miss Briefs. How did he come to you?"



Bulma blinked back her confusion. It took her awhile to figure out his meaning. "He came to me first in a dream, then through a mirror" Bulma then realized how corny it all sounded. Bulma laughed despite it all.



Professor Jameson eyed her, "Is there something funny you like tell me about?" he asked, wondering what caused her to laugh.



Bulma stopped laughing, her face turned serious. "No…it's not that. It's just that way he came to me the second time. It was in a mirror. I know you might not believe me, but its true" her seriousness never left as she proclaimed the truth.



Professor Jameson nodded his head, "Let me guess, you think that I am thinking your crazy is that is?"



Bulma nodded slowly, feeling her face flush in embarrassment. "Well…I…uh…" Bulma heard chuckling suddenly. When she looked up, she saw the Professor looking at her.



"Well, I don't think your crazy. In fact, I think your pretty wise and brave. If anyone should be crazy, it's me. I chased The Watcher for years. Call it an obsession if you will, but it's more like a quest to understand this unknown killer." He stated.



Bulma nodded, "Well, I don't blame you for wanting to understand him. He's a mad man"



Professor Jameson raised a finger. "Correction my dear, he's something else," he said seriously.



Bulma's expression turned confused. "What do you mean…something else?"



Professor Jameson took his time. Trying to figure out what to say that would explain it without little confusion involved. "Well" he began, rubbing his pointed chin. "He's something else because of his abilities. Back about 4 hundred years ago, he was a serial killer of the most feared type. No law enforcement could capture him. Oh, don't get them wrong, they did try. But all he did was laugh and slip out their fingers like water." Professor Jameson reclined in his chain, getting comfortable.



"Professor, if he was the best, then how do you explain him being sent to the World of Dreams?" Bulma asked questionably.



"Because legend has it, that the Grand Kai himself locked him up for all eternity to live in-between the mortal world and the world of the dreams. Sort of like an oblivion. It is said the only way for The Watcher to enter the world of the living, there must be some sort of bad vibrations or rather emotions to open the gateway. But there is a catch…the door to the living is only open for a short time or rather until the time of the bad feelings are done. He is then sucked back into the dream world where he is to stay until the next time. Which for the sake of mankind, that he never comes again" He finished with a sigh.



Bulma pondered his words for a moment. If The Watcher could be banished, then why not killed? "Professor, can he be sent to the world of the dead?"



Professor Jameson nodded, "Of course. But it takes a special way to do it. I don't know how" he said in a saddened tone.



"What do you mean you don't know!? I thought you were the leading expert on him?" Bulma sat forward, becoming a little irritable.



"I am, but that's beside the point" he stated.



"Then what is the point Professor Jameson?" she asked.



"The point is my dear, no one knows. He has been gone for 4 hundred years. He is just now showing himself and you expect me to know how to kill him?" he eyed her.



Bulma sat back in her chair. He was right. How would he know when The Watcher never caused anyone harm for 400 hundred years? "I am sorry Professor Jameson. I am just tired of all of this. The Watcher has attacked not only me, but also my friends. I just want this to end" Bulma put a hand on her face, trying to control her emotions.



Professor Jameson got out of his chair. Putting a hand on her shoulder, his heart went out to her. "I am sorry my dear Bulma. I don't know what to do. I have searched for the answers for years and with no such luck. Perhaps, maybe, he will give us a clue" he said, trying to lift up her spirits.



Bulma looked up at him, nodding. "Maybe…" her thoughts betrayed her. As if, she already knew. Like it was at the tip of her tongue and didn't know it. She felt it. Deep in her gut.





30 minutes later…



After Professor Jameson said his goodbyes to Bulma, he too got ready to leave for home. As he walked into his private office, he felt as if he was being watched. Passing by the mirror, he that time as if something was staring at him. Turning to the mirror, his eyes met The Watcher's fighting stare. Professor Jameson's heart leaped out his chest. "It…its…you" his voice came out just above a whisper.



The Watcher laughed. His laughed flooded the room, causing Professor Jameson's knees to loose there hold.



"What do you want?" he somehow managed to hoarse out.



The Watcher's snide grin turned more evil. "Patience. You'll see in due time" and with that, he was gone.



Professor Jameson held his chest, breathing deeply. My God. He just had a close encounter with the killer. Getting off his knees, he wobbled his way to the phone. Picking up the receiver, he dialed a few numbers, preparing himself for what he knew would come sometime soon. Question was: Could this monster be stopped in time before it's too late?











Hi all! Finally!! *Homer cheers* I did it! I finally finished chappy 17! So, what do you all thing of it? Good? Bad? Stupid? Boring? Awesome? What?!! Let me know. R/R please!