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Chapter 8

We're Even

Bulma ran her fingers across the tip of her mug in contemplation.

"Well none of us can be the killer…can we?" She coughed and looked at everyone.

"You're the genius why don't you tell us the answer to that." Seventeen added dryly.

Bulma rolled her eyes and stared into her half empty cup.

"Well I KNOW I am not the killer!" She yelled staring at the android. Seventeen slowly stood to his feet and leaned over her staring her down.

"And you think I am?"

She shrugged. "Maybe. I do remember this one time when you and Eighteen were trying to kill us all!"

Seventeen snorted and threw his arms in the air. "That was forever ago! I also tried to kill Vegeta back then, which the killer has no intention on doing!"

"How do you know that?" Yamcha asked leaning into his hands.

"Because, the person that is stalking him, wants him to themselves, they have no reason to kill him."

Yamcha chuckled and leaned back into his chair stretching his arms above his head.

"How comforting to know, that the soul survivors of this will be Vegeta and his stalker."

"That's enough!" Goku said and stood to his feet. "We are not going to solve anything by fighting…"

"But that's how you always solve earth's problems…" Bulma snapped. He glared at her.

"You know what I mean Bulma." She softened her features and smiled.

"I know, I'm sorry. This is just driving me crazy!"

"I know, it's driving us all crazy, think of how Vegeta feels." They all seemed to quiet down and actually contemplate this and concluded that they had no idea how Vegeta felt, they never knew how that guy felt. He was virtually unreadable.

Goku looked at them annoyed. "Ugh…if you can't think of how he feels then put yourselves in his shoes."

The crowd nodded and spurted many responses about how they would feel as if they finally understood. Their little conversation was ended when a familiar voice poisoned the air.

"Dad!?" Gohan yelled as he walked into the kitchen.

Goku turned to his oldest son and smiled. "Gohan what brings you here?"

"What do you think brings me here?! My daughter was murdered, and no one told me!"

"So how did you know if no one told you?" Seventeen questioned.

Gohan growled at the black haired machine.

"I knew because Goten called me a few minutes ago."

"Gee son, I'm sorry…"

"Save the apologies dad, I don't want to hear it!"

The mini argument was dissected as Goten ran in the room holding up a letter and waving it around to get everyone's attention. Trunks and Krillen walked in behind him.

"Hey everyone, it looks as though we have been invited to a party!"

"Party?" Bulma walked over and grabbed the letter to read it.

"Where did you find that?" Yamcha asked.

"We noticed it after Gohan came in, it was on the floor in front of the door." The purple haired demi answered.

"At a time like this, a party?" Krillen asked.

"Yeah, it seems Master Roshi has invited us to a party at his place." Everyone stared at each other dumbfounded.

"I can't believe you people! A party in the middle of a murderfest!" Gohan shouted.

"Uh you say 'you people' like you mean us…as if we planned the party." The bald one pointed out. "We had nothing to do with this, Gohan you should really calm down."

Goku laughed and turned to Gohan. "Well it would lighten the mood, and there will probably be lots of food. I think we should go!"

Everyone else nodded as if in agreement.

"Gohan will you and Videl be there?" He clenched his fists as he thought of an answer.

"Hell no I won't be there! And if any of you go then you're idiots!" He said storming out of the house.

"Did he just come over to yell at us?" Krillen asked. Trunks threw a napkin at him and made a face that said 'just shut up'.

Goku watched his son as he stormed out of the house and heard as his car sped off. He had a feeling that he would see his son at the party. He wasn't sure why.

He turned to the blue haired woman who was still slowly sipping from her coffee.

"When is the party?"

"Tomorrow afternoon."

"Wow, that's sudden, I mean should we really be going to a party, at a time like this?" Yamcha asked.

Goku turned to him with a slight frown. "I'm afraid so. Everyone will be in the same location with Vegeta. The killer is bound to be there. I think we just might be able to catch him."

Everyone sighed as silence dusted the atmosphere. They all knew it was true, one of them could even be the killer. The friends eyed each other suspiciously, wondering if the killer was eyeing them to be the next victim.

Yamcha rolled his eyes and stared at Bulma, maybe she was the killer. She did have a child with Vegeta, she probably still loved the guy. Maybe she even wanted to kill Goku, or Seventeen for having a relationship with him. Or maybe she wanted to even kill him for messing around with Goku, which he knew would make the Prince mad.

He shuddered slightly as he stared at the icy blue eyes that seemed to be cutting him with a knife! He quickly looked away from her. He was going to stay far away from that psycho!

"What your problem Yamcha!?" Bulma yelled. She snorted and looked at Goten. He seemed unusually happy she thought. But he was a Son, so maybe it wasn't that unusual. She watched as he played with his pant pocket and glanced out of the window anxiously. What's his deal? What could he be so anxious about? He's probably the killer. She smirked.

He always did try and hang around Vegeta an awful lot. He probably wanted the Prince to himself. That was a laugh as if he would date a member of the Son household…oh wait she forgot about Goku.

She looked at him again and he looked back and smiled nervously at her. What a freak! She thought. She was definitely going to keep her distance and a eye on him.

Goten shifted his weight and leaned on the counter, then glanced at his shoelaces. Yep his shoes were tied, his zipper was zipped. So why was Bulma scrutinizing him so intensely? Did he have food on his face or something? He wiped a hand across his cheek, didn't feel anything.

So he scooted away from the counter and sat next to Krillen. His dad's best friend. The one Vegeta always called baldy. He laughed at the thought and Krillen looked at him strangely. "Uh…nothing.." He said to the little man and continued to stare at him.

Wow Krillen was little. He wondered why the man had never grown anymore. Or why he didn't have a nose. Noseless people were very strange to Goten and could be considered psycho killers as far as he was concerned.

He scooted his chair away from Krillen who again gave him a wondering look. Goten just shrugged. It made sense, he was his dad's best friend, then Vegeta comes along stealing his dad away from Krillen. He probably never got to talk to Goku once he started seeing Vegeta. But wasn't the killer obsessed with Vegeta…well Krillen could be tricking him. Trying to make Vegeta think he was obsessed. He would be damned if he let another person die by the hands of a noseless midget! He slammed his fist on the table and glared at Krillen.

Oookkk Krillen thought as Goten started to slam his fist on the table. Please someone get this kid some ritalin or something. He stood and walked over next to Seventeen who was leaning against the refrigerator. He would rather sit on the androids lap than be next to rabid Goten any longer.

The pale blue eyes seemed to mock him somehow. He wasn't sure why, but Seventeen always seemed that way. He heard Yamcha cough and he looked his way. Oh yeah this was Yamcha's mate. Seventeen and Yamcha were a couple. If he had a bag he would have puked in it, instead he moved away from the android. Since Yamcha seemed like he didn't' want anyone standing next to his man.

Not that Krillen cared, but he would rather not start a fight right now. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced back at Seventeen who was smiling at him. Ok, that was definitely creeping him out. Something was definitely not right about that couple. Since when did Yamcha date men!?

And it all seemed to fake. Things were falling into place now, yes he was seeing clearly. He blinked at the realization that Yamcha and Seventeen were the killers! It made perfect sense! Seventeen is obsessed with the Prince and Yamcha probably helped him kill everyone. But why? Did the android threaten him somehow. A light bulb went off in his head!

He wanted Goku, but Goku was taken by Vegeta and Seventeen wanted Vegeta. That sounded perfect and it made perfect sense. He was overcome with disgust as he thought these two men would kill, and kill again soon. Even killed his wife and child and rage consumed him as he stared at Seventeen who just kept smiling…

Idiot balled man. How long do I have to keep this creepy smile up before he stops looking at me? Seventeen flicked the hair out of his eyes and kicked at the tile floor. He turned his head when he saw Trunks trip over Goten's feet.

"Watch out Goten!"

"Sorry Trunks."

"Whatever."

The purple haired vision walked in front of Seventeen and crossed his arms. What was this boy trying to prove Seventeen thought. He just stared at Vegeta's son, admiring his looks.

"You're in my way…" He said motioning to the refrigerator that the android was leaning on.

"Oh.." Seventeen laughed coyly. "I'm sure you can find a way to get around me…"

"Or through you…" The teenage demi said displaying a nice sized ki ball in his hands.

"Through me, in me, whatever pleases…" Yamcha snatched Seventeen out of the way of the refrigerator and berated him.

"Cut that out Seventeen!"

"What?"

"What!? You know what!?!" Yamcha roared pushing his mate into a chair. Seventeen just smiled. It was fun upsetting Yamcha this way. It kept the sex good. But he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he never moved.

Would Trunks have really let the ki blast hit him? He was Vegeta's son. So it was very possible. He stared at the demi as he took a bite out of a sandwich. Maybe Trunks was the killer.

But why would the boy be obsessed with his father? Maybe it was more like obsessed with having his father's attention. He always craved the Ouji's approval. He wanted to be so much like his father, so much so it would drive him to murder…

Everyone was quiet contemplating motives, drinking coffee, eating sandwiches, and whatever else needed to be done that was pointless. They all looked up eyes fixated on the one person who could probably obliterate them with his eyelash…Goku they heard him humming to himself.

He laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head.

"Hehe, why are you all looking at me like that?"

He shook his head. What is up with them? Can't I hum to myself, or did they all just realize that they haven't sized me up in their minds as the killer. So they needed to now. Of course, he was the strongest, who could go against him and win…no one. That's why he knew he would find this killer, save Vegeta, who actually didn't need any saving, but he just wanted to save him from something.

But he did need to find the killer before anymore lives were taken. He rubbed at his pants.

"Guys, I know we are all a little bit on edge, but let's just chill out ok. At least until the party."

They all nodded and started to breathe normally once again, as they let their former thoughts go…for now…

"Does anyone else wonder how that invitation got on my living room floor?" The blue haired genius questioned.

"No." Everyone answered.

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Location: Dende's Look Out

Piccolo began walking towards the Prince slowly.

"Stand your distance Namek!" Vegeta said crouching into a fighting position.

"Vegeta!?"

The Prince only growled in response. "You…you killed all those people…and my daughter…you will pay!" Vegeta took a fleeting step forward flying at the surprised Namek and started punching.

Piccolo attempted to block some of the hits as he tried to explain himself.

"Vegeta…it…wasn't me!"

"Oh shut up!" He struck him in the jaw sending him falling to the floor. "You expect me to believe that and you're standing over two dead bodies!" He snorted at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Listen to me" Piccolo pleaded. "I was coming up here to check on them as I usually do, and that's when I found them like this. I didn't do it!"

Vegeta just stared at him. Piccolo stood to his feet, Vegeta standing straight also but never letting his guard down, as he continued to eye the green one suspiciously.

"I didn't kill them, I didn't kill anyone! I am not going to tell you again that I didn't do this. If you want to fight me to the death, then so be it." Piccolo stared back at him not letting his gaze drop from the Ouji's intense gaze.

Vegeta was shocked to say the least. Not that he wouldn't fight the namek to death, and it would certainly be Piccolo's death, and the green one knew that. That's what surprised him. But he was still clinging to a thought, a certain thought that kept leading him to Piccolo.

"If you are not the killer…Namek…then why were you following me in the park?"

"I told you, I had just left and I was going for a walk. I was not following you! I do not have to explain myself to you."

"Yes the hell you do, when someone is stalking me, killing members of Kakarott's and my family, and then I see you standing over two dead bodies…Then yeah I think you have to fucking explain yourself to me!" He stepped forward his fists raised slightly as the stench of decaying blood drifted into his nostrils, which made Vegeta sigh mentally. If the blood was old…that meant that the Namek was possibly telling the truth. Not most definitely, but probably.

The namek growled . "Whatever Vegeta, I didn't kill anyone, if you can't accept that answer then don't accept any."

The Prince stared at him a moment longer before retreating out of his hard gaze and sighing again.

Piccolo was showing very little to no interest in Vegeta. Wasn't this supposed killer obsessed with Vegeta? He didn't think he would kill that Namek Dende, anyway, but he still didn't trust him. He didn't trust anyone, just Kakarott.

"Fine green bean, your clear for now."

"Thank you your highness." Came his sarcastic remark.

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Location: Capsule Corp Living Room

"Vegeta's here!" Goku yelled.

"Yeah I felt his and Piccolo's ki outside." Krillen responded. Goku ignored him and ran over to the front door opening it before Vegeta could. The Ouji stood with his arm outstretched to the doorknob, then let it drop to his side as the door opened before him.

"Kakarott…" Vegeta said as he walked in past Goku and into the kitchen. Goku looked at Piccolo and sighed as he walked in behind Vegeta.

"Don't tell me!" Goku said dramatically throwing a hand over his head. "You fucked him too!" The room became suddenly quiet, as Vegeta turned around slowly, eyes burning into Goku's face.

"What the hell! Where did that come from?!" He said crossing his arms angrily and walking back over to Goku. The taller saiyajin pointed to Seventeen.

"What about the damn android!?"

"Hey, that's not what you said when you were fucking me." Seventeen yelled in defense.

Vegeta mentally paled as he looked at everyone in the room who was looking at him.

Bulma chimed in. "Yeah Vegeta we all know you slept with Seventeen. Not only that Seventeen and Yamcha are dating…and uh…Yamcha and Goku slept together also." She waited for the fireworks to begin, but they never did, not even a single sparkler.

Instead he smirked, yes he was angry, and yes he wanted to rip Yamcha limb from limb…but he just smirked. "Were even then…"

"Even?!" Goku yelled as Vegeta started to walk back into the kitchen.

"Yes Kakarott, even." He said opening the refrigerator.

"We…" he started, pointing to himself and Vegeta. "Are not even."

"Why not?"

"Because you slept with someone else!"

"So did you." Vegeta said taking a drink of orange juice straight from the container as everyone peered into the kitchen.

"Did you see that, Vegeta drank it straight from the container…germs…" Krillen shook his head, as Bulma hit him in it.

"I know that! But I only did it once, how many times did you?" Vegeta laughed a little then put the cap back on the juice placing it back into the fridge.

"Not many…but it doesn't matter anymore Kakarott. Just drop it."

Yamcha walked in and frowned. "It was more than once liar!"

Goku blushed and looked at Vegeta.

"Were even Kakarott." Vegeta looked at Seventeen and Yamcha. "Let's just stay with our own mates from now on. Look what we have done to Kakarott." He said pointing to his flustered mate.

"Well yeah, you seem to be taking this with a grain of salt! What if you cheat on me again?"

"I won't."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I said so."

"And I am just supposed to believe that?"

"Yes."

With that Vegeta walked out of the kitchen.

"I need a shower."

Goku watched as Vegeta walked through the small crowd, that was their friends, and walked up the stairs.

"Goku I don't see why you are overreacting. Just go upstairs and have sex with him in the shower." Bulma suggested.

"MOM!" Trunks yelled.

She turned to her blushing son and smiled. "What it's perfectly natural to have sex…I remember not that long ago when you and Goten were humping like rabbits. Sex is a good way to forget about your problems."

The two demi's had a quickly growing crimson mark that was spreading across their faces as she spoke.

"Maybe you should do that again…you seem a little uptight son." Trunks closed his eyes, slapped his forehead, and walked out of the room with Goten right behind him.

"Looks like there going to follow my advice."

"I know I am!" Goku said placing two fingers to his head and within seconds he was gone.

Bulma turned to Piccolo and smiled. "So why were you and Vegeta together?"

"He fucked me." Everyone's mouth hung agape as the words left his mouth and he crossed his arms in annoyance. "Actually Mr. PoPo and Dende were killed."

"Piccolo how could you even joke like that!?" Yamcha yelled. The namek shrugged.

"You guys seemed to be having fun…"

"Who killed them?" Krillen asked.

Piccolo rolled his eyes.

"If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be here."

"Why did this person kill them?"

"I think to acquire the last dragonball…it was at the lookout."

"So Vegeta didn't get the dragonballs then?" Seventeen asked.

"Yes, but he only got six."

"What are we going to do?" Krillen wondered out loud stupidly.

"The only thing we can do…find the killer." Piccolo said like a narrator of a badly scripted horror flick.

I did it! I updated! I actually had this chapter finished for awhile, but I had to make some changes to it. This chapter finally getting posted it all thanx to Agent182, b/c she said she knows I will update soon, and I didn't want to disappoint her. Hopefully I didn't! (since there was no killing and stuff like that)

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