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Sugar in the Soup, Spice on the Table
Chapter 6
Yamcha, Goten, and Trunks landed in front of Capsule Corp. Well Trunks didn't exactly land since Goten was carrying him, he was still unconscious. Upon arrival they noticed Seventeen and a passed out Krillen laying across the grassy ground, his arm looking rather misshapen. Goten immediately eyed the android, as if he had injured Krillen.
"Seventeen!?" Yamcha asked in shock as he looked into the pale blue eyes. "What are you doing here? What happened here?" The spiky haired bandit asked. Seventeen glanced over at Yamcha and crossed his arms.
"The killer happened here…" He said rather sarcastically. "What are you doing here?"
Goten snuck past the two men who seemed, strangely shocked that they were seeing each other, and he walked into the house with Trunks laying him across the couch, with a heavy sigh.
"Why aren't you waking up Trunks?" Goten asked the unconscious teen, running his finger's through the purple hair. He stood up, allowing his hands to fall to his sides. He wasn't sure of what he should do. All seemed ok, Trunks was breathing, his heart was beating, and what blood he did see was dried.
He was about to walk into the kitchen to see, if he could maybe find a senzu bean, when he heard a small whimper escape from the lilac haired demi saiyajin. "Trunks!" Goten was immediately by his side his finger's stroking his hair again. Trunks opened his eyes slowly and focused in on the sight before him.
"Goten…?" He moaned out, trying sit up on his elbows.
"Take it easy…" He pressed a hand to Trunks back and rubbed it, helping him into a sitting position.
"What happened?" He rubbed at his head, as if trying to force the memories of the past hour or so back into his mind.
"Uh…" Goten stared at the floor for a moment and his eyes shifted to the questioning Trunks. He really wasn't sure, if he should tell him right now, or wait until he was feeling better. Trunks noticed the struggling looks on Goten's face and frowned, he knew something bad had happened and now he wanted to know more than ever.
"Tell me!" The purple haired teen demanded.
"Ok!" Goten stared at his friend for a long while before speaking. "Uh…the killer…" That's all Trunks needed to hear for his memory to flood back to him in full force. He shook his head a little.
"No.." He whispered. "Pan? And…and…Bra?"
Goten swallowed as he gazed away from Trunks. "Sorry…they didn't…didn't make it."
"Damn it!" He said punching the couch with enough force the wood beneath the cushions cracked. "All I did was lay there! I didn't even help them." He held his tears back as his body racked with anger.
"You were tied up, you couldn't…"
"Tied up! Ropes can't hold me, I'm saiyajin!"
"Ropes that can restrain your Ki can hold you…"
Trunks snorted and stood to his feet rather wobbly. Goten stood next to him wrapping an arm around his back helping him. The boys turned as they heard someone walk into the living room.
"Mom." Trunks said.
"What is going on up here? I was in my lab, and I thought I heard yelling."
Trunks just stared at her as Goten began to talk.
"Uh…Bulma…you don't know what happened?"
She looked at them as if they had gone insane. "What happened about what? What are you talking about?"
"Mom the killer was here, in our living room. He kidnapped us…Goten, Pan, Bra, and I…" She stared in disbelief at first.
"What! Why didn't anyone tell me!"
"Maybe, they were just concerned with getting us back to safety…" Goten started.
"Safety my ass…hmpf! Vegeta just didn't want to tell me!" She shook her fist in the air and crossed her arms.
"That's not true Mom." Bulma looked at her son and smiled sweetly.
"Sure it isn't, your dad likes to one up me anytime he can. So where did he, Goku, Pan, and Bra go? To eat ice cream and celebrate, that I was sitting clueless in my laboratory, not knowing what was happening to my own kids!"
Trunks and Goten both shook their heads.
"No, actually they didn't make it." Bulma's grin faded from her face as she stared at Goten waiting for him to continue, but he didn't.
"What do you mean? Who didn't make it?"
"Bra, and Pan, they died. Vegeta took Bra to the Lookout with Goku in hopes to revive her, but that won't happen. She was dead before they left." Bulma slumped down on the couch as her thoughts were confirmed and she began to sob loudly. Trunks sat next to her and pulled her into a tight hug, as he glared at Goten.
He should have explained it to her better, this was her daughter that died. Goten sighed as he stood to his feet, knowing he wasn't the greatest with words, but he had said it the best he could. He turned to Bulma and squeezed her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Bulma…I didn't mean to be so blunt…uh do you have any Senzu beans?" Trunks and Bulma looked at Goten, and all they could do was frown. Was he kidding? How could he ask for a senzu at a time like this.
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Yamcha stared at Seventeen and answered his question quickly.
"I'm a cop, what does it look like I am doing here?" The android laughed and rolled his wrist a little in Krillen's direction.
"Well it doesn't look like your doing job. Shouldn't you be trying to help him?" Yamcha blushed and turned making his way over to Krillen, taking the bald man into his arms.
Goten walked out of the half open door and outside. Seventeen turned to him, while Yamcha looked up. "Hey guys is Krillen alright?" He asked stupidly knowing the little man wasn't ok. Seventeen snorted as Yamcha rolled his eyes and said no.
"Oh...well here…" He handed Yamcha a senzu bean. "Give him that." The scar faced man took it and pressed it against Krillen's lip shaking the man a little, at least to wake him long enough to eat the bean.
"Where did you get this?" Yamcha asked.
"Bulma said she had two in her lab, so I grabbed one." Yamcha nodded as Krillen unknowingly groaned and chewed the little green thing.
"Where's Vegeta?" Seventeen asked stepping closer to Goten. The demi saiyajin stared at him for a moment before answering. He didn't trust Seventeen, yeah maybe he didn't cause trouble anymore, but he was still suspicious of the android.
"And you would care because…?"
"Because he asked me to come over here." He smirked.
"For what?" Goten yelled.
"Because my sister was killed…so was Marron, he didn't think I was safe in my own home anymore."
Yamcha looked up at him anger slightly painted his features as Krillen slowly came to rambling inaudible words that no one was listening to.
"How in the hell did Vegeta know that Eighteen was killed!?" Seventeen smiled at himself as he knew he was making trouble, but he didn't mind, as long as it got him Vegeta.
"He was at my apartment when it happened." Goten was furious and confused.
"Why!" He yelled.
"Yeah I would like to know the answer to that too.." Yamcha added.
"Guys…what happened?" Krillen moaned.
"I'm sure you would Yamcha." The android lingered as he brushed a piece of ebony hair out of his face.
"What is that supposed to mean!?!?" The cop yelled through half gritted teeth.
"It means exactly what I said…jealous are we?" Seventeen turned his back to the crowd and looked to the sky.
"Wow cool!" Krillen yelled. "My arm! It's all better!" He did a little dance and then looked around him at the angry faced group of people he was surrounded by and quieted down a bit.
Yamcha bit his tongue, now wasn't the time or place for an argument. He knew Seventeen was trying to start something…he would get to it later. He turned to Krillen and began asking him questions of what had happened in the last hour.
"Shouldn't we call the police?" Seventeen questioned. Yamcha growled but continued talking to Krillen.
"I did…" Goten answered him. "So Yamcha should have some back up soon."
"Guys we have got to come up with some sort of plan! This killer has got to be stopped." Krillen voiced.
"No duh!" Goten added.
As the small group continued to squabble Vegeta and Goku materialized in front of them. The Prince had his usual scowl on as he walked past the crowd of 'idiots'.
"Hey Goku! Your back!" Krillen yelled.
"Vegeta!" Seventeen called.
Vegeta only growled at the android as he walked into the house slamming the door behind him.
"Dad what happened!?" Goten ran over to his father.
"Uh…well. We took Bra to Dende, he couldn't help her. Vegeta got mad and blew a few things up and then we left. So now I think he wants to find the Dragonballs."
"Why did I never think of that before." Seventeen whispered to himself.
"That's a great idea we can revive everyone!" Goten cheered.
"Yeah son, we can." Goku ruffled Goten's hair a little as he spoke.
"Can we go inside now?" Krillen asked. Goku laughed and nodded leading the way back into the house, but stopped once he heard sirens blazing. They all turned to see a few cop cars pulling into the driveway.
"Back ups here…" Yamcha said. Vegeta appeared in the doorway with arms crossed as he walked out.
"You fools can stay here and talk to these idiot cops if you want, but I'm off to find the dragonballs." With that said, Vegeta didn't even give anyone time to breathe before he flew off.
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My plan is perfect, I know it is. I can hardly wait. I close my eyes as I descend onto Roshi Island. Everything seems so quite, well soon that will all change into blood curdling screams. I laugh to myself. I know I should have killed Seventeen and Krillen…but I had no time! I can not be rushed. They will all be dead soon enough anyway. If they are not killed today, then there is always tomorrow…or the day after that, and so on.
A certain smell fills my nostrils…ah...noodles and vegetables, someone is preparing dinner. Too bad they will never get to eat.
I walk slowly across the soft sand, memorizing the island in case that becomes necessary. I take off my hat and trench coat, letting them fall to the ground. Does it matter if they see me? They will never get away anyhow. What drives me to do this…to watch other's suffer in pure agony, as I revel in the angelic thoughts that are Vegeta.
That is what drives me…Vegeta…His very voice, breath, essence…his life. To kill can become sport, but I make no game of it…well maybe I do, but I am not keeping score. Some kill to keep from getting caught, but no one suspects me, I kill to get closer to Vegeta, my Prince.
The very thought of his royal skin on my tongue…drives me crazy, but the very thought of someone else's tongue on his royal skin…makes me crazy!!! Yes, Vegeta will be mine. I can almost taste him.
I finally reach the front door. I bring a closed fist up to it and knock. The door suddenly swings open, and I am greeted with Oolong. Oh, yes…he won't die tonight, but I have such great plans for him. My hands rub together as the thought brings me joy.
"Heya…uh I mean hi, what brings you here?" I smile at him as I walk into the small house. What a nice attempt at a proper greeting, and why?
"Hello, I thought I would just come by to check up on you. I was in the neighborhood, and your on a deserted island all alone. That could be a goldmine to a killer." Master Roshi entered the living room when he heard my voice and smiled at me.
"Oh, hey! What brings a guy like you by here?" He asked.
"He says to check up on us , since were out here deserted and alone." Master Roshi laughed and wobbled forward a little bit.
"No one is going to be harming us, you don't have to worry about that."
"Oh but I do worry. I worry so much… you know Vegeta…and the only victims have been people who know him." There was a glimmer in my eye when I spoke of the strong saiyajin Prince. I loved him so…and my love for him just made me want to kill, and kill, until everyone was all gone, and there was only him.
"Yeah we do know him, but it's not like we talk to him everyday."
"Pity…" I say as I run a finger across the living room table.
"Why is that a pity?" the pig asked. I turn just my head to him, he had a face that looked as if he were glad he never talked to Vegeta. At that moment it was barely impossible to control my urge to destroy the animal…but I did…so commend me…I deserve it.
"You hungry?" Master Roshi asked. I glanced around the tiny room searching for a closet. I spotted one in the corner and turned my head back to the old man.
"Yes, very. I actually haven't eaten in a while. I have been so busy." He smiled at me and played with his glasses as he almost skipped back into the kitchen. I heard bowls clanking and silverware being set down.
"I bet! You seem like you should be a busy guy! How ya got the time to visit us is beyond me." I looked at Oolong as Master Roshi continued to yell from the kitchen. "I will fix you a bowl of Master Roshi's famous soup." Sure whatever old man, just shut up I thought.
I stepped forward closer to Oolong and he looked up at me.
"Uh..so have you talked to Vegeta lately?"
"Have you?" I ask back, eyeing him. He seemed nervous, why?
"Nope, he never stops by here."
"That doesn't mean you haven't talked to him…why did you ask that?"
"Hey you take sugar with that?" Master Roshi yelled.
"With soup?" Oolong questioned. Seconds later Master Roshi sprang out of the kitchen waving some girly magazines.
"Hee hee..yeah the girls name in this one is Sugar…and boy is she hot!"
"Roshi, do you ever give it up?"
"No way, not for a minute!" He dove back into the kitchen with a laugh. I frowned, I was trapped in this house with two idiots. Idiots, I don't speak like that…I smile. That's the Vegeta in me, what irony the Vegeta in me…I await for when he is in me. I shake my head from the naughty thoughts. Stalking him, is indeed paying off.
I look back over at the pig, when I eyed some grey masking tape on the table, how convenient. I grab it into my hands and begin playing with it.
"Why did you ask me that?" Oolong took a few steps back.
"Because it just seemed like you are very concerned, and it's strange. You just happened to be flying over Roshi Island, it's just hard to believe…" I gritted my teeth. I wanted to kill him! But I had plans for him.
"Are you saying that I am a liar?"
"No! Oh Kami no! Just maybe your concerned for Vegeta, you seem like you really care about him."
"It shows…" I smile, the little pig had seen the love of Vegeta emanating off of me. Observant little thing. He stepped back as I smirked at him and began to unravel the tape.
"Where are you going? It's not like I'm going to kill you…today…"
He gulped and started to scream, but my hand went over his mouth preventing that. I ripped the tape with my teeth and slapped it across his lips.
"Maybe, you knew I loved Vegeta…but I bet you didn't expect me to be the killer…" I tape his wrists and ankles together many times before I feel satisfied that he can not get free. I carry the wiggling, moaning, pig to the closet and throw him in.
"If you continue to make noises…I swear, I will slit your throat right now. So shut up!" The stupid thing was he did, he actually shut up. The fool, didn't he know I was going to kill him anyway? He doesn't deserve to live, he doesn't even fight for his life. I close the closet door and walk into the kitchen.
"Everything smells great Master Roshi…"
"Sure does! That's what my famous soup smells like!" He brags.
"Except I think it's missing something…"
I say picking up his magazine and dropping it in the pot of soup. He looks as though he would have a heart attack as he grabbed at his chest and gasped for breath.
"What did you do that for! That was a collectors edition!" I only smile in return.
"Well I like sugar in my soup…but now it's lacking a little spice…" I grip his arm tightly and I pull him closer to me.
"Let me go! What are you doing!" I could tell him what I am doing, but that would only bore me, so I decide against it. Besides isn't it obvious what I'm doing? I shake my head as I throw him on the table. I reach across the table an grab a sharp…fork?!? I growl at the fork and throw it aside as Master Roshi continues to squirm.
I reach across a nearby counter and grab the handle to a knife and bring it back to me.
"What are you doing!!!!!" He screams again.
"What does it look like, I'm spicing up the soup!"
