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Chapter 7
Detective Vegeta: The Saiyajin Sleuth
Vegeta Saiyajin no Ouji flew through the air like a missile at top speed, hair flaying behind him. Rippling in the wind like the waves of an ocean. He had that damn dragon radar crap…yes he was grateful for it, but it was becoming crap to him as he couldn't find the last dragonball.
His hand gripped the sonar tightly threatening to break the helpless machine, but he knew he needed it, so it remained in tact. He flew slowly over a remote island and decided to land, he didn't remember searching it. So it wouldn't hurt to see if the dragonball was hiding there somewhere. He floated down, feet connecting with the ground and let out a little huff as he looked down at the radar.
"Where the fuck is the stupid orange ball?!" He had thought he saw the green screen blink, but now there was nothing. He took a few steps forward and felt the cracking of little branches beneath his boots.
Putting his hands to his sides he stared off for a moment wondering what he should do. The great saiyajin strategist was at a loss. His lips curled into a un-Vegeta like smirk, maybe because it was more of a frown this time.
This had never happened…they always found all the dragonballs…this was very stupid.
He had found the other six in no time at all, but it was this last one that eluded him. No matter where he flew, stood, swam, or walked, it never showed up on the radar…he thought he had just seen it blink , but he was wrong because there was no sign of it anywhere. He was beginning to think the worst.
Beginning to think that someone had it, and maybe someone else was looking for them too, but why, for what? Wouldn't he still be able to see it on this crappy machine if someone else had it?
He decided the answer was yes and thought of another solution…Someone knew that, they would need the balls in the future and took one for safe keeping, preventing any wishes to be made. He snorted at the thought.
Knowing that just taking one would be enough to keep his family and friends to returning to life. That bastard…was always ahead somehow.
The killer, entered his mind. This freak was beginning to really piss him off, first murdering his daughter, and now taking the dragonball, it set his blood on fire…Who else could have taken it? The killer was the only person who had a reason to. He would be damned if he let anyone else die.
It was him the killer wanted, and of course, he was a Prince…the Prince of Saiyajin's no less. He could understand what an asset he was, but still that was no reason to go around murdering peoples loved ones.
This killer was foolish to think that killing his children was the way to his heart, because it most definitely was not.
He was going to figure out who this dumb fuck was, and give him some of his own medicine. His mind ran over the events of the past few days. He needed clues something that stood out in his mind. He had to concentrate…he closed his eyes and replayed the past week through his mind.
Perhaps it was Yamcha, he didn't trust that scarred idiot as far as he could throw him…well maybe that analogy wouldn't work since he could throw pretty far…
But he did over hear Bulma and the cop talking at the stupid get together Bulma threw to gather suspect names.
"I promise I won't let anything happen to Vegeta." Those were his words, they rang clearly in the Ouji's mind. Why would Yamcha care what happened to him? Although he was a cop, and maybe he was trying to say that to comfort that blue haired Onna…but still he wasn't sure.
Then there was Gohan, who nearly lost his scruples, when he exploded with anger at him and Kakarott. It was very possible that demi baka was the killer. He was strong enough, knew how to locate dragonballs, he was definitely smart enough, and he was always missing when a murder was being committed.
"Yeah I will calm down but that doesn't stop the fact that dad will get what he deserves and so will Vegeta. Look at them they don't even care! There all over each other even after the killer told them not to do that. One of us will die! When we do you can blame them!"
There was that accusation….which could have been truly said out of hurt and anger for the loss of his mother. Or jealousy because Kakarott was comforting him.
Then he went for a walk and that Namek bumped into him. Why would he just happen to be walking through the same park as the Prince.
Still with all these so called clues on the tip of his mind he just wasn't sure. It had to be someone fast, someone smart, (that ruled out Kakarott), he snorted, then berated himself for talking about his mate. The killer would have to be able to have some kind of power, be strong, cunning. He had to be very trusted by everyone.
He thought of Bulma's list of suspects….and considered the blue haired woman herself. She was genius, he was sure she could concoct some sort of potion to make herself stronger, faster…
He thought for a moment more, concentrating, and crushed the radar that was in his hands, and didn't watch as the metal bits fell to the sandy ground beneath him.
"I know who it is!"
He lifted off of the ground fastly and began flying to the location of where he felt the persons ki.
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-Back at Capsule Corp.-
Inside of Capsule Corp everyone looked drained after the intense interrogation the cops had just finished with them. Goten was laying across the couch with his arms covering his eyes as he sighed loudly. Trunks and Krillen were trying to find something interesting to watch on t.v. and Bulma was in the kitchen with Goku, Yamcha, and Seventeen, as Goku ate half heartedly.
"When's Vegeta comin' back?" He whined through a turkey sandwich.
Seventeen stared at him and smirked, flipped his hair behind his ear and walked over to the man.
"He will be back once he has all the dragonballs remember…"
Goku glanced up at the android with a look that said 'oh yeah!'
"Oh yeah!" The tall saiyajin shouted. "Well maybe I should go help him."
"Maybe I should…" Seventeen smiled.
"Why would you?" Goku questioned.
"Why not?" I know how to handle a ball as good as the next person.
Goku half coughed half choked on his sandwich as he began to speak.
"Uh…what are you doing here again?"
"Vegeta asked me personally to come over since, I was in danger…you know with the killer murdering my sister and all…"
Goku nodded and put the sandwich down. "That's nice of him!" Then his eyebrows knitted together with a look Goku usually got when he was about to use instant transmission. "But how did he know your sister was murdered…unless…"
"I can't believe, they told us all to stay in this stupid house together! I also can't believe they took me off of this case…all because I could be a victim or suspect. Why would I want to stalk Vegeta!!!" Yamcha yelled as he slammed a kitchen cabinet closed.
"Yamcha calm down, yelling about this really isn't going to solve anything. As soon as this thing is over you will be back on the force in no time." Bulma comforted.
Goku growled turned his head to Yamcha and said. "Do you mind? Seventeen here was just about to tell us how Vegeta knew Eighteen was murdered." Bulma perked up in her seat and stared at the android.
"I already know. He was at Seventeen's apartment when she was killed." The former bandit spoke.
The wild haired saiyajin looked skeptical about it all. "Why would Vegeta go to Seventeen's apartment?" He asked again.
"I would like to know that too…" Yamcha blurted.
"You know what I think?" Bulma asked.
"No!" They all yelled.
"Well let me tell you..." She stood to her feet as if in a business meeting and pointed to an invisible board with her finger. "By the looks of things…everyone is not being truthful."
"You really are genius!" Yamcha added sarcastically then sipped some coffee and Bulma rolled her eyes.
"I'm not finished. I would like to call it the Diamond."
"The diamond? That's your answer?" Yamcha spoke as Bulma waved a hand in front of his face to shut him up. Goku was becoming bored rather quickly with the slow explanation Bulma was giving so he started eating his sandwich again.
"Yum, turkey!" he said as he took another bite.
"Yes…a diamond has 4 points. That's why I call it that, and I just happen to know 4 men who are caught in the proverbial love triangle err…square."
"I like the sound of that go on…" Seventeen purred.
"Hey, I thought you were going to answer the question of why Vegeta was at Seventeen's apartment." Goku said as he popped the last bit of sandwich in his mouth.
"Yes! If you people would shut up and let me talk!" She glared at them before continuing.
"Ok, Vegeta went to Seventeen's for the only logical reason, he was having an affair, sex! I mean really why else would Vegeta the almighty Prince visit anyone? He wouldn't! It's all about sex with you men, especially you saiyajin men. Yamcha is so anxious to know why Vegeta was at Seventeen's because him and the android are an item. And here is the finale of my thesis, Vegeta caught Yamcha and Goku together in Goku's room…because like Seventeen and Vegeta, they are also having an affair too!" She looked at them sheepishly. "Yeah I was eavesdropping.."
Everyone's mouths in the room hung agape. Bulma smiled, did a little happy dance, then crossed her arms. "I'm good."
"So do you know who the killer is too?" Trunks spoke from the kitchen doorway.
"I'm good, but I'm not that good!"
"Who cares who the killer is! He won't have anything to worry about when I KILL Vegeta!" Goku roared.
"Um excuse me! But he wasn't the only one who was cheating." Bulma retorted and shook a finger Goku's way.
"What was the point of that being called a diamond?" The android asked, which was ignored by Bulma.
"I can't believe you were cheating on me Seventeen! And with Vegeta, out of all people!" Yamcha whined.
"SHUT UP! All of you!" Bulma screamed, which made Trunks leave the room. "You all were cheating on each other, so get over yourselves. What we NEED to worry about now is the killer, not your stupid love lives."
"You're just mad cause you're not getting any" Yamcha laughed over his cup, staring at Bulma.
"I'm mad because Vegeta's getting too much." Goku snorted and pouted. "But Bulma is right, for now we need to concentrate on catching this killer before they kill again. "
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Vegeta touched down at the Lookout. Gold tipped boots clicking across the floor. It was deathly quiet. No one greeted him. He stood still, felt for ki, found it and walked towards it. Crossed his arms as he went.
He briefly wondered if he should have left Kakarott with all the idiots, but quickly dismissed it when he thought he heard a moan. Sighed when he still saw no one and started to become bored as he continued to walk up the short steps.
He almost gasped when he turned the corner...reaching the ki that he searched for. Saw Piccolo standing over two bloody bodies, that he assumed were Dende's and Mr. Po Po's.
"Vegeta!" The namek said from his crouching stance as he started to bend his body out of it and stand straight.
"You… I knew it!" The Ouji spat the words out .
