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"Facts, Kibito. Nothing matters but the facts! And also the evidence and the alibis."
"Do you have any of those?"
"Fast your eyes on this!" He pulled out the pen with the withered up leaf still attached to it. "Evidence! A maple leaf!"
"A maple leaf?"
"In the area of pines, Kibito. There were only pine trees around."
"That is suspicious. Did you check for prints?"
"Later. We have to go and do some interrogating, first." Trunks took out some sunglasses to slip them on and put a hat on his head.
- - -
Bulma and Vegeta were sitting down on the couch in the living room of their home, while Trunks shined a flashlight in their eyes.
"Turn that damn thing off," Vegeta sneered.
"It's annoying," Bulma said. "Besides, it's daytime. There's sunlight coming through the windows."
"Picky, picky, picky," Trunks put the flashlight away in his pocket. "Anyway, did I introduce you to my partner?"
Kibito, still dressed in the detective outfit, looked up from examining a fruit bowl with the magnifying glass. "I thought I was your assistant."
"Whatever. You get a promotion."
"Alright!" He picked up a pear and felt the surface, sniffed at it, then licked it. Satisfied, he started to eat it.
"Now. You!" Trunks pointed to Vegeta.
"Get your finger out of my face, kid."
"You!" He backed away, still pointing. "Where were you on the evening of December 31?"
"Celebrating New Year's in town."
"Where in town?" Trunks leaned in.
"If you don't get out of my face, I'll break your scrawny little neck!"
"Where in town?" he backed up once more.
Vegeta suddenly went very red, and glanced over at Bulma. "At the, uh...uh..."
She noticed his expression, and became rather suspicious. "Well? The man asked where in town?"
Vegeta murmured something indecipherable.
"Where?"
"I said at the Moulin Rouge!"
"What?" Bulma looked extremely angry, little flames lighting in her eyes and her tongue splitting to become forked like a snake's.
Vegeta cowered behind a pillow. "I was only being charitable. Can't you just imagine those poor girls...having to live...well, you know. I only wanted to be compassionate by giving them money."
Bulma's fingernails turned sharp and pointed like a tiger's. "You!"
Terrified, Trunks grabbed Kibito and headed out of the house. "Cross them out as suspects."
"Trunks, I need floss. The fruit was wax."
- - -
"Dende. Right. And you are?" Trunks spoke without looking at the two individuals, holding his hands behind his back.
"Popo. Mr. Popo."
"That seems like a suspicious name, besides that fact that it sounds stupid. Take that down."
Kibito took little notes on a memo pad.
"So, why do you live up so high here?" Trunks asked, rounding on the suspects. "Good view? Or perhaps no one would think to look way up here for both of you? Hm?"
"Why do we live way up here?" Dende asked.
"I thought it was because we had it rent free."
"Both of you just shut up! Especially you! Look at that ridiculous turban on your head!"
"Hey, leave Popo alone!" Dende snapped.
"And you! Why do I even bother asking you questions? You're green! Everyone knows that people who are green are always ignorant and stupid."
Without warning, the two suspects started firing blitz rays at the investigators, causing them to flee back to the ground.
"Put question marks beside their names," he told Kibito. "That was close."
"Trunks, I'm going to need a really big Band-Aid."
- - -
Trunks was sitting in his computer chair, leaning back in it, feet propped on the desk, staring at the memo pad while Kibito covered his arm with cotton pads. Trunks, still focused, had the eraser tip of the pencil between his teeth. He marked on the pad.
"Ha! I win!"
He brought the pad over to Kibito to show the results of the hangman game. Trunks had drawn a complete, macabre, gory picture of a hanged man for Kibito's last and miserably failed game. Under that one was Trunks's victorious game of the solved words 'I told everyone where you keep the tape of your dad at the Moulin Rouge, loser.'
When he'd actually read the whole sentence, he grabbed Kibito by the throat. "You asshole! Damn you!"
When Kibito pulled free, he coughed violently for several minutes until he said, "That's what you get with your dirty little pranks."
A knock on the office door met their ears.
"I got it." Trunks opened it up to stare at the young girl.
"Pan?"
"Daddy said you wanted to speak to me."
"I didn't...Kibito!"
"You said that everyone was a suspect."
"Not Pan! She's only four! God, who else do you have down?"
"Gohan, Videl, Goku, etcetera...Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Catharine
Zeta-Jones, George W. Bush –"
"Fool! You can go home, Pan."
"Don't I even get a lollipop for being such a good patient?"
"No." He slammed the door in her face. "Frank Sinatra and Catharine Zeta- Jones?"
"You said everyone!"
"God!" He slapped a hand to his forehead.
And chapter two is successfully completed. So review.
This chapter has some bashing of characters.
"Facts, Kibito. Nothing matters but the facts! And also the evidence and the alibis."
"Do you have any of those?"
"Fast your eyes on this!" He pulled out the pen with the withered up leaf still attached to it. "Evidence! A maple leaf!"
"A maple leaf?"
"In the area of pines, Kibito. There were only pine trees around."
"That is suspicious. Did you check for prints?"
"Later. We have to go and do some interrogating, first." Trunks took out some sunglasses to slip them on and put a hat on his head.
- - -
Bulma and Vegeta were sitting down on the couch in the living room of their home, while Trunks shined a flashlight in their eyes.
"Turn that damn thing off," Vegeta sneered.
"It's annoying," Bulma said. "Besides, it's daytime. There's sunlight coming through the windows."
"Picky, picky, picky," Trunks put the flashlight away in his pocket. "Anyway, did I introduce you to my partner?"
Kibito, still dressed in the detective outfit, looked up from examining a fruit bowl with the magnifying glass. "I thought I was your assistant."
"Whatever. You get a promotion."
"Alright!" He picked up a pear and felt the surface, sniffed at it, then licked it. Satisfied, he started to eat it.
"Now. You!" Trunks pointed to Vegeta.
"Get your finger out of my face, kid."
"You!" He backed away, still pointing. "Where were you on the evening of December 31?"
"Celebrating New Year's in town."
"Where in town?" Trunks leaned in.
"If you don't get out of my face, I'll break your scrawny little neck!"
"Where in town?" he backed up once more.
Vegeta suddenly went very red, and glanced over at Bulma. "At the, uh...uh..."
She noticed his expression, and became rather suspicious. "Well? The man asked where in town?"
Vegeta murmured something indecipherable.
"Where?"
"I said at the Moulin Rouge!"
"What?" Bulma looked extremely angry, little flames lighting in her eyes and her tongue splitting to become forked like a snake's.
Vegeta cowered behind a pillow. "I was only being charitable. Can't you just imagine those poor girls...having to live...well, you know. I only wanted to be compassionate by giving them money."
Bulma's fingernails turned sharp and pointed like a tiger's. "You!"
Terrified, Trunks grabbed Kibito and headed out of the house. "Cross them out as suspects."
"Trunks, I need floss. The fruit was wax."
- - -
"Dende. Right. And you are?" Trunks spoke without looking at the two individuals, holding his hands behind his back.
"Popo. Mr. Popo."
"That seems like a suspicious name, besides that fact that it sounds stupid. Take that down."
Kibito took little notes on a memo pad.
"So, why do you live up so high here?" Trunks asked, rounding on the suspects. "Good view? Or perhaps no one would think to look way up here for both of you? Hm?"
"Why do we live way up here?" Dende asked.
"I thought it was because we had it rent free."
"Both of you just shut up! Especially you! Look at that ridiculous turban on your head!"
"Hey, leave Popo alone!" Dende snapped.
"And you! Why do I even bother asking you questions? You're green! Everyone knows that people who are green are always ignorant and stupid."
Without warning, the two suspects started firing blitz rays at the investigators, causing them to flee back to the ground.
"Put question marks beside their names," he told Kibito. "That was close."
"Trunks, I'm going to need a really big Band-Aid."
- - -
Trunks was sitting in his computer chair, leaning back in it, feet propped on the desk, staring at the memo pad while Kibito covered his arm with cotton pads. Trunks, still focused, had the eraser tip of the pencil between his teeth. He marked on the pad.
"Ha! I win!"
He brought the pad over to Kibito to show the results of the hangman game. Trunks had drawn a complete, macabre, gory picture of a hanged man for Kibito's last and miserably failed game. Under that one was Trunks's victorious game of the solved words 'I told everyone where you keep the tape of your dad at the Moulin Rouge, loser.'
When he'd actually read the whole sentence, he grabbed Kibito by the throat. "You asshole! Damn you!"
When Kibito pulled free, he coughed violently for several minutes until he said, "That's what you get with your dirty little pranks."
A knock on the office door met their ears.
"I got it." Trunks opened it up to stare at the young girl.
"Pan?"
"Daddy said you wanted to speak to me."
"I didn't...Kibito!"
"You said that everyone was a suspect."
"Not Pan! She's only four! God, who else do you have down?"
"Gohan, Videl, Goku, etcetera...Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Catharine
Zeta-Jones, George W. Bush –"
"Fool! You can go home, Pan."
"Don't I even get a lollipop for being such a good patient?"
"No." He slammed the door in her face. "Frank Sinatra and Catharine Zeta- Jones?"
"You said everyone!"
"God!" He slapped a hand to his forehead.
And chapter two is successfully completed. So review.