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It all started on that eventful afternoon when Videl had walked in unexpectedly to shock a grieving Gohan.
"Gohan," she stammered, thinking it strange that the half-Saiyan would be in tears, "are you...all right?"
After a few hyperventilating intakes of breath, he glanced at her and sobbed, "Socrates is dead!"
"Socrates?" she asked hesitantly. Perhaps it was best not to know who Socrates...
"The dragon!"
'Oh, his mom always did tell me about his childhood. Wait, he still has dragons?' She stepped delicately backwards with her feet as though a dragon were stalking them down.
"Socrates was that tiny little green dragon that would always fly to the window to take a treat from my hand, you know?"
"No, I didn't," she told him, staring at him as though he were an insane man.
"But he died. And he was only a baby!" He sobbed again. "What could have killed him?"
"Kill?" Videl wondered, thinking perhaps it was a better idea to go ahead and let Gohan cry.
"That's it!" He stood up and went to Videl.
Pan was in the doorway. "Mommy" she asked, "what's wrong with Daddy?"
"That's it!" he continued. "He was killed! Somebody murdered Socrates! But who? Who?"
- - -
"This obviously was a case of murder!" Trunks looked at the carcass to see the body of the delicate, green dragon, his winged arms spread out to the side with his claws curled in. Goten examined the deep marks in the carcass from a disgusted distance.
"Trunks, I don't think –" Goten started, but was cut off.
"We must investigate! I need a volunteer to be my assistant. You!" He aimed his finger at Kibito Kai.
"Me?" he looked nervous as his face turned a darker shade of purple.
"Follow me."
"Trunks, I think it was just –" again, Goten was interrupted.
"Keep it down," Trunks told him. "This is serious business. Come on, Kibito."
- - -
Trunks followed the tiny three-toed, bird-like tracks with a magnifying glass bringing them closer into his curious sight. "Ah ha," he exclaimed for no reason.
Kibito jumped quickly out from behind the thick trunk of one tree to another with blurry movements. Moving from tree to tree, he made his way to Trunks. When he peered out, Trunks saw that he was wearing a high-collared, black jacket with sunglasses and a hat.
"What are you doing?" Trunks asked, looking at Kibito through his magnifying glass.
"I'm trying to be inconspicuous," he said. "Plus I feel the part dressed like a detective."
"Idiot," Trunks murmured. He tossed the magnifying glass out into the trees of the woods, which startled a flock of birds to fly from their tree.
"What was that?" Kibito jumped to face the direction of the fleeing crows. "It came from over there! Quickly!"
Trunks, who had missed what Kibito said, was still gazing at the ground for clues. "Hey, what's a maple leaf doing in this area of pines? It looks suspicious...better take it in for examination." He pulled out a pen. "Don't want to ruin any prints." He stabbed it through the leaf triumphantly, and turned.
"Okay, Kibito! Kibito? Ah, damn!"
- - -
"Ah ha!" Kibito came across the magnifying glass. "A clue! Hey, Trunks! Trunks?" He stared around into the shaded darkness of the forest. Realizing he was alone, his eyes darted back and forth anxiously.
He backed away from a fluttering noise overhead slowly, while Trunks, still looking for more clues, was backing up in Kibito's path.
As they collided, they both confusingly knocked one another to the ground. Trunks looked up at his assistant, snarling. "You fool! What were you doing?"
"Looking for clues," he said.
"Find anything?" The two of them rose to their feet once more.
"This!" He forced the magnifying glass into Trunks's hands.
"Oh, you found it. I was beginning to wish I hadn't thrown it away."
"Damn." Kibito was rather disappointed in his failure to find any clues.
"Come on. We're doing an autopsy on Socrates next."
- - -
Trunks, wearing a doctor's mask and gloves, looked into the slashes in the dragon's body. He turned the head to look at it as its tongue rolled about.
"Damn, this is disgusting," he said. He opened a wound wider with metal tools. "No sign of infection. So he didn't die of infected wounds, I know that much. Kibito, the saw."
Kibito, also wearing the medical mask and gloves along with an apron, handed Trunks a chainsaw.
He pulled to cord to let it rev loudly, and then sliced it through the already mauled corpse so that it was no longer recognizable.
"I see something. Hand me the grabbing tool."
"Grabbing tool," Kibito put the salad tongs in Trunks's hand. What he pulled out...
Both he and Kibito moved their hands to perform the Christian cross.
Alright, I successfully finished chapter one. Well, review if it was good!
It all started on that eventful afternoon when Videl had walked in unexpectedly to shock a grieving Gohan.
"Gohan," she stammered, thinking it strange that the half-Saiyan would be in tears, "are you...all right?"
After a few hyperventilating intakes of breath, he glanced at her and sobbed, "Socrates is dead!"
"Socrates?" she asked hesitantly. Perhaps it was best not to know who Socrates...
"The dragon!"
'Oh, his mom always did tell me about his childhood. Wait, he still has dragons?' She stepped delicately backwards with her feet as though a dragon were stalking them down.
"Socrates was that tiny little green dragon that would always fly to the window to take a treat from my hand, you know?"
"No, I didn't," she told him, staring at him as though he were an insane man.
"But he died. And he was only a baby!" He sobbed again. "What could have killed him?"
"Kill?" Videl wondered, thinking perhaps it was a better idea to go ahead and let Gohan cry.
"That's it!" He stood up and went to Videl.
Pan was in the doorway. "Mommy" she asked, "what's wrong with Daddy?"
"That's it!" he continued. "He was killed! Somebody murdered Socrates! But who? Who?"
- - -
"This obviously was a case of murder!" Trunks looked at the carcass to see the body of the delicate, green dragon, his winged arms spread out to the side with his claws curled in. Goten examined the deep marks in the carcass from a disgusted distance.
"Trunks, I don't think –" Goten started, but was cut off.
"We must investigate! I need a volunteer to be my assistant. You!" He aimed his finger at Kibito Kai.
"Me?" he looked nervous as his face turned a darker shade of purple.
"Follow me."
"Trunks, I think it was just –" again, Goten was interrupted.
"Keep it down," Trunks told him. "This is serious business. Come on, Kibito."
- - -
Trunks followed the tiny three-toed, bird-like tracks with a magnifying glass bringing them closer into his curious sight. "Ah ha," he exclaimed for no reason.
Kibito jumped quickly out from behind the thick trunk of one tree to another with blurry movements. Moving from tree to tree, he made his way to Trunks. When he peered out, Trunks saw that he was wearing a high-collared, black jacket with sunglasses and a hat.
"What are you doing?" Trunks asked, looking at Kibito through his magnifying glass.
"I'm trying to be inconspicuous," he said. "Plus I feel the part dressed like a detective."
"Idiot," Trunks murmured. He tossed the magnifying glass out into the trees of the woods, which startled a flock of birds to fly from their tree.
"What was that?" Kibito jumped to face the direction of the fleeing crows. "It came from over there! Quickly!"
Trunks, who had missed what Kibito said, was still gazing at the ground for clues. "Hey, what's a maple leaf doing in this area of pines? It looks suspicious...better take it in for examination." He pulled out a pen. "Don't want to ruin any prints." He stabbed it through the leaf triumphantly, and turned.
"Okay, Kibito! Kibito? Ah, damn!"
- - -
"Ah ha!" Kibito came across the magnifying glass. "A clue! Hey, Trunks! Trunks?" He stared around into the shaded darkness of the forest. Realizing he was alone, his eyes darted back and forth anxiously.
He backed away from a fluttering noise overhead slowly, while Trunks, still looking for more clues, was backing up in Kibito's path.
As they collided, they both confusingly knocked one another to the ground. Trunks looked up at his assistant, snarling. "You fool! What were you doing?"
"Looking for clues," he said.
"Find anything?" The two of them rose to their feet once more.
"This!" He forced the magnifying glass into Trunks's hands.
"Oh, you found it. I was beginning to wish I hadn't thrown it away."
"Damn." Kibito was rather disappointed in his failure to find any clues.
"Come on. We're doing an autopsy on Socrates next."
- - -
Trunks, wearing a doctor's mask and gloves, looked into the slashes in the dragon's body. He turned the head to look at it as its tongue rolled about.
"Damn, this is disgusting," he said. He opened a wound wider with metal tools. "No sign of infection. So he didn't die of infected wounds, I know that much. Kibito, the saw."
Kibito, also wearing the medical mask and gloves along with an apron, handed Trunks a chainsaw.
He pulled to cord to let it rev loudly, and then sliced it through the already mauled corpse so that it was no longer recognizable.
"I see something. Hand me the grabbing tool."
"Grabbing tool," Kibito put the salad tongs in Trunks's hand. What he pulled out...
Both he and Kibito moved their hands to perform the Christian cross.
Alright, I successfully finished chapter one. Well, review if it was good!