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Unknown Mystery
By: Vegeta's Blue-haired Angel





"The Dragon has struck again!" the television anchor reported, "Oliver Wadpaperspitballz, rich playboy, was murdered last night. Police found him in his million-dollar mansion dead on the floor, his throat was ripped out, his stomach was gutted and his inners lying all over the French carpet in his living room. Police are still looking for the rest of his missing body parts…"

"WHAT? THEY HAVEN'T CAUGHT HIM YET?" Dr. Briefs exclaimed.

"Caught who, dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she entered the den. Bulma, who was seated in the far corner of the den, looked up from her fashion magazines in interest.

"WHO? THIS MAN HAS BEEN ON THE NEWS FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKS!" Dr. Briefs said.

"Uh-huh…" Mrs. Briefs said, motioning for him to continue. Dr. Briefs growled.

"The Dragon? The one who has killed five entrepreneurs." He said, hoping she would get what he was trying to imply.

"But why are YOU so upset?" she asked, looking utterly confused.

"I am upset because those entrepreneurs were some of my leading competitors! I might as well set up a monopoly at this rate!" he said.

"Ooo! I just love games!" Mrs. Briefs said, dumbly. In the corner Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Hey dad?" she said, just realizing something, "How do you know the Dragon is male?" Dr. Briefs just shrugged.

"Just a feeling!" he said, nervously, then standing and walking quickly out of the room.

"Wonder what's gotten into him?" Mrs. Briefs asked, "First he wants to play games then he…"

"Um Mom?" Bulma said, a little unsure of her mother, "I don't think that was what dad was talking about."

"What do you mean dear?"

"I mean when he said 'monopoly' he meant it as when an entrepreneur buys all of his/her competitors so you can only buy certain goods from their store…"

"Oh Bulma! I think you're confused! Maybe you should get some rest!" she said, walking out of the den, a cheery smile plastered to her face. Bulma shook her head.

'I wonder why dad was so nervous.' Bulma thought, 'I've never seen him like that before! Probably just worried about getting hurt or something! But he needn't to be!'

Bulma turned the television back on.

"Now we have an interview with police chief Squaggleprackly…" the news broadcaster said, showing the interview.

"So Chief, how do you know the Murderer is called, 'Dragon'." A reporter asked.

"The Murderer always writes his name on the wall in his victim's blood." Chief Squaggleprackly replied.

"Chief! Do you have any leads on whom the murderer might be?" another reporter asked.

"No! But mark my words! We WILL find who ever this murderer is!" Squaggleprackly said.

"SIR! Is it true that ex- cop Yamucha Dimsun is going to help you with the case?"

"Yes! Dimsun will help us! He's the one who figured out the last murder case!" Squaggleprackly said.

"When will he start?"

"Tonight! He's already at the laboratory trying to look for evidence!" Squaggleprackly said. Bulma turned off the television.

'Yamucha? I can't believe he's going to help! Especially after what happened last time!' Bulma thought, 'He almost got killed! I didn't think he had enough guts to go back!'

~*~ Later that night ~*~



"Bye MOM! I'm leaving!" Bulma shouted as she walked out the door.

"Have a nice time, dear!" Mrs. Briefs replied, as the door slammed shut.

"Where is she going?" Dr. Briefs asked as he entered to kitchen.

"Oh! She is going out with that Chinerickery fellow! I think he was the son of that one entrepreneur that tried to steal your capsule idea, dear." Mrs. Briefs said, blankly. Dr. Briefs growled under his breath and left the room.

~*~ To Bulma ~*~

Bulma was quite enjoying herself, on her date with her latest fling. So far they went out to dinner in a fancy restaurant and enjoyed themselves on the dance floor.

Chris' car came to a halt. Bulma looked up. In front of her was a mansion as big as Capsule Corp.

"Here we are." Chris purred, "Now follow me! I have something to show you!" Bulma and Chris started up the stairs to the front door. He led her up a grand staircase and into a star lit room. Bulma walked to the middle of the room. Chris flicked on a light and closed the door. Once the golden light filled the room, Bulma, was able to see what the furnishings clearly. There was a huge bed, which seemed as if you could get lost in it, covered with red, silky sheets. It was accented with heart shaped pillows.

'What kind of fag is this?' she asked herself as she scanned the rest of the room.

"So… do you like? All the servants live on the lower floors and have retired for the night… no distractions, no uninvited guests…" he said, trailing off, looking lustfully at her.

'I wish I was wearing something more modest…" Bulma thought, scolding herself for her 'unique' fashion sense. She was wearing a black dress that came up to her knees. It had a low V- neck cut, showing a large amount of cleavage.

Chris sauntered up to her, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"I don't think we should do this, Chris…" Bulma said, once the broke apart.

"Why not, Bulma?" he asked.

"I am everything you want in a man… I have good looks, intelligents, AND I'm rich!" he said.

"What the hell do you take me for? I am not some slut you picked up on the street who would start drooling over you for your money! I am also rich! I do not need you to brag about yourself to me! I know all about you!" she said, starting towards the door. Suddenly she was grabbed by the waist and flung onto the bed. She felt Chris press his body to hers, knocking the air out of her.

"I ALWAYS get what I want!" he said, his breath ragged in her ear, "No woman has ever turned me down, you shall not start! If there is one thing I don't have… its patients. Don't get on the wrong side of me, Bulma, and everything will be fine."

"You know what? Your right! Why bother fighting you and getting hurt?" Bulma said, huskily.

~*~NEXT DAY~*~

"Another murder victim for the Dragon!" The news reporter said, shaking his head, on television, "Rich Christopher Chinerickery was found dead, last night, by a young woman and heiress of Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs. Briefs claims to have found Chinerickery lying in bed, next to her, dead! She is being taken in for further questioning."

"WHAT?" Dr. Briefs roared, jumping up and running to the front door, "My daughter should not be questioned like this!"

~*~Police Station~*~

"Alright Ms. Briefs! I am NOT playing games here!" Police chief said, sternly, "Tell me AGAIN how you found Chinericker!"

"Chief I am NOT playing games! AND I already told you I found him dead next to me and called the police!" she said. Suddenly the door slammed open.

"Yamucha?" Bulma called.

"Bulma! Are you alright?" Yamucha said, gathering her into his arms.

"Y-yes, now that you're here!" Bulma exclaimed, melting into his embrace.

BAM(excuse me for the lack of sound effects.)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" roared Dr. Briefs from the door.

"Briefs!" Police chief exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What am I doing here?" he asked as he slowly started towards the chiefs, "The real question is what is my DAUGHTER doing here? I demand to know the meaning of this! My daughter should not be treated like some common criminal, being accused and questioned in this… this place!"

"Yes your daughter is a suspect… but we know it is the 'Dragon!' Now the only question is who the Dragon is!" Chief said.

"What do you mean she's a suspect?" he roared.

"What I mean is she was the only one, as far as we know, to have interacted with Chinericker last night. The servants said that Chinericker dismissed them for the night and went out!"

"I can tell you one thing! My daughter is not the one who killed Chinericker!"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because… I just am… my daughter wouldn't hurt the hairs on anyone's head! I can guarantee that!"

"Well… still we are going to keep her for questioning!"

"But…"

"Don't worry, Dr.! I'll bring Bulma home, safe and sound!" Yamucha interrupted, "I promise!"

"Grr… Fine!" Briefs said, as he turned and stomped out of the room.



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