Title: Crimson-dipped Obsession

Summary: Bulma Briefs' life made a horrifying turn when an obsessed Saiyan prince arrived on Earth and wanted her to be his! What's more to this alien was a dark secret that has caused a change in the history of Dragon Ball Z, and if it is revealed, it holds the fate of the entire universe.

Genre: Horror, Psychological Thriller, Romance, Mystery

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. Some events in this fan fic is also inspired by Mirai Nikki and DBXV.

Warning: You might find Vegeta out of character in this story as this fic is made as an answer to the question 'What if Vegeta was a yandere?'. Vegeta is originally and generally a tsundere. A Tsundere is a character who is initially cold and even hostile towards another person before gradually showing a warm and caring side over time. The yandere personality is the exact opposite of a tsundere personality. A Yandere is a character who is genuinely kind, loving, sweet or gentle, but can suddenly switch to being aggressive or deranged. (From wiktionary).

If you don't like Vegeta to be like a yandere then I suggest you to turn back now and stop reading as this story also contains lots of blood, gore and violence.

Author's Note: Hello everyone. Here's the twentieth chapter of Crimson-dipped Obsession. Enjoy. Please do read and review.

Thanks to longlovevegeta on deviantart for her wonderful fan art called "Bulma and Vegeta: StarGazing" on deviantart based on Chapter 18. Salutes!

Chapter 20: An Investigation

[763 A.D. January 8, 03:35]

When Yamcha opened his eyes, he found himself inside a dimly lit room and unable to move. He realized that his arms were tied over his head and his feet below him were also tied separately from each end of what it looked to him was a cot. He let out muffled panic screams since his mouth was shut by a face towel stuck inside his mouth. He struggled to free himself, trying to use all his strength but to no avail because he felt as if he was weakened and paralyzed, not entirely though. He was only probably paralyzed just so he cannot escape this… this place. He cannot move his arms, and his legs. But he can turn his head. When he tried to release his ki to free himself, the strange device stabbed on his chest electrocuted him without mercy and he let out tortured muffled screams.

A door opened, Yamcha heard someone step in. "Ho… I see now that you're awake. Very good," he heard the Saiyan Prince said with clear amusement. He turned his head to see Vegeta approaching him, holding a skull in his hands. For the moment, Yamcha wondered whose skull was that.

Vegeta walked around the bed, chuckling to himself. He looked like a predator observing his little prey being trapped to his own domain.

"Mmmph… urrruugghhuuuummmppphhhh!" Yamcha tried to say, his words muffled by the face towel on his mouth. Vegeta laughed.

"Ahahahahahahaha! What?" the Saiyan mocked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmpppphhhh! Uuummmmuuuurgh!"

"Tsk," Vegeta clicked his tongue over his teeth before he took the towel off Yamcha's mouth.

"Vegeta! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Yamcha tried to scream as loud as he could but then he found himself unable to speak that loud. His voice sounded hoarse, low, and it hurts just to speak. He realized that instead of screaming at Vegeta, his words were more like just a whisper.

Vegeta smiled back at him as he put one index finger over his lips, "Shhhhh… you'll wake the whole planet if you keep this up, fool." He said with that sickly sweet tone.

"Vegeta! What have you done to me?! Where is this place?!" Yamcha demanded as he struggled.

"We're out of nowhere. And can't you realize that you're just completely restrained? I've just tied you up, paralyzed you and kept your ki sealed inside this little invention of my dear little Bulma…" he said as he tapped the device on Yamcha's chest. "Oh, don't worry. I've just paralyzed you just so you are not able to escape from me. The good news is that I will revive your nerves awake! That way, our time together will be more fun. Ehehehehehehe!" the prince said with a sweet but evil smile. "Ehehehehehehehehe!" he giggled with excitement as he turned away from Yamcha and walked towards a table on the left side of the bed. Yamcha turned his head to see what Vegeta was doing. The prince put the skull down on the table were other skulls and heads, about a hundred of it, were mounted one over another in a pyramid. The skull that Vegeta had just put down sat on top of another skull and a white and purple decaying head, as if the skull he was holding earlier was higher than those two skulls below it and the rest below them.

Vegeta then opened a briefcase on the table and went on looking through the things inside it.

"What are those?" Yamcha asked.

"My collection," Vegeta answered, without even bothering to look at Yamcha.

"You collect heads of your victims?!"

"Yes. But you're lucky that I don't intend to add yours to the collection. One is already enough."

"Eh?"

"Bulma wanted to me stop killing anyone from now on. And I will do it for her."

"Then what the fuck are you going to do with me?!"

Vegeta let out a loud snort before saying, "Just you wait and see, okay?"

Yamcha cannot wait. He has to find a way to escape. One thing he knew about Vegeta is that he cannot be trusted. He cannot trust that the prince would not kill him, considering that he finds him as a threat to his love with his ex-girlfriend. He tried to find a way out, for him to escape but no matter what he does, he cannot even break himself free from being restrained.

Minutes passed by and Yamcha finally gave up. It's useless to escape from Vegeta after all. The sound of the briefcase closing made his heart thump and then he found Vegeta returning his attention to him. He walked up to Yamcha and held his face, squeezing his cheeks together with his fingers. He wore rubber surgical gloves and the pressure of his grip was enough to force his mouth open. He showed him a syringe on his right hand and said, "Let's begin, shall we?"

"Eh?"

Vegeta inserted the needle at the base of Yamcha's tongue. Yamcha began to scream silently in agony. Soon, the human felt all his senses being magnified. His sight, his smell, his hearing, his taste, and he felt his entire body again, the numbness in his arms and legs were gone. However, he still cannot move a muscle on his own.

"Wh-What's he planning to do now?" Yamcha wondered in complete terror as he watched at Vegeta put away the now empty syringe.

The Saiyan prince took a box with what it looked to him were needles, long needles about the length of a pencil inside it. There were many, maybe a hundred or more. The Saiyan showed it to him, making him feel terror at the thought of what Vegeta was planning to do with those. With one swift movement of his left hand, he ripped Yamcha's top mercilessly. The sound of the cloth ripping echoed loudly across the walls of this slaughter room. And then he was topless.

Yamcha's breathing became fast and ragged, mainly due to the terror that he's feeling right now. Vegeta grinned evilly at this, sensing Yamcha's horror strongly. He took one of the needles using his right hand and held it the way you hold a dart. He moved it, very slowly at an inch above the human's skin, from his abdomen, to his chest, to his neck until he reached his left eye. Yamcha let out a gasp of horror as he stared at the needle an inch over his left eye.

Vegeta smiled at him before he inserted the needle in between Yamcha's left eye and left eyebrow. Slowly. Very, very slowly. The former bandit screamed in agony as Vegeta pushed the needle deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper until almost half of the needle was buried deep inside Yamcha's left orbit. The pain Yamcha was feeling was beyond anything he had ever felt before. And the agony was magnified by whatever drug Vegeta had administered to his system earlier. When it was finally over, Yamcha didn't have time to let a sigh of relief before Vegeta did the same thing with his right eye. Soon, the Saiyan prince inserted about ten needles around each of Yamcha's eye orbits, one by one. Vegeta giggled as he did this, enjoying every scream of agony he caused on the Earthling.

Once Vegeta was done with Yamcha's orbits, he stared at it work as if it was a masterpiece. "That was good. You do make good sounds of agony, don't you fool?" he said.

Yamcha couldn't even speak a word. The pain was too much for him to bear. Vegeta watched at him intently with a sinister grin before he proceeded on piercing the skin on his chest, just above his nipples with a needle. Deeper, deeper, deeper. The agony was excruciating, in fact it doubled as the needle was pierced into him deeper. Yamcha's mouth opened wide in a silent scream as his body jerked violently against the cot because of the wave of torture he was experiencing. He could barely hear Vegeta's mad laughter as the prince delighted in his suffering. The Saiyan continued to pierce his body with several more needles, rounding every inch of his chest and abdomen. However, to Yamcha's dismay, Vegeta was trying to avoid doing too much damage to his vitals. It seems to him that the Saiyan was not really intending on killing him but to just torture him to death.

"Okay, that's it for now." Vegeta finally told him after what it seemed to Yamcha was eternity. "Thank you for entertaining me tonight. I'll come back for you soon and we'll continue having fun. Are you even excited? Ehehehehehe!"

Vegeta turned away to Yamcha and put the box of needles aside on the table. Yamcha weakly turned his head to see Vegeta talking to the skulls. He cannot even make up the words the psychotic Saiyan was saying to his collection before Vegeta returned to him with a bottle of dextrose, an IV line and an IV needle. He violently fixed it on the vein on Yamcha's wrist, making the Earthling scream silently in agony. After that, he took a syringe with a clear white liquid inside it on his left hand and mercilessly ripped all the needles around his eyes out using the other hand. Yamcha screamed once again. Vegeta inserted the needle of the syringe on the IV line.

"Go to sleep now. You must be tired with all the fun we had. Don't worry; I'll let you know when the next feast of blood is when you awake before me. Ehehehehehehehehe…"

Those were the last thing he heard from the ruthless Saiyan before Yamcha was consumed by blackness.

[763 A.D. May 7, 13:40, Capsule Corporation, entrance gate]

Vegeta turned to follow Bulma inside the house when he sensed someone looking at his direction from behind him. He stopped from walking and slightly turned his head as his eyes shifted to his right. His lips pressed in the serious, tight scowl.

A tall man was standing behind a post, watching at him intently with a smirk. The man has red spiky hair and wore a long white scarf around his neck. His clothes looked similar to what Trunks was wearing earlier.

"Who the fuck is he?!" Vegeta thought to himself, kind of surprised at the sight of the man though he kept his facial expression as possible. He was about to turn around when he heard Bulma shouted inside the house, "Vegeta! Why are you just standing in there?"

"I'm coming!" Vegeta answered back. When he turned around, the red haired man was gone. He turned his head left and right but never found any signs of the red haired. Vegeta wondered who was that man and felt something about him that's not good.

I don't know who that boy is but if he gets in my way I will definitely murder him on the spot.

[763 A.D. May 14]

It has been a week since Trunks' warning about the coming of the Androids and the Z-fighters began their respective training routines. Tien and Chaozu trained together on a remote glacier while Krilin trained in the Kame House. Goku and Piccolo began their training with Gohan at a barren wasteland not far away from Paozu Mountains, with Goku's objective is to become a Super Saiyan just like Vegeta. After all, Trunks told him that in his world, Goku is also a Super Saiyan like Vegeta. It didn't bother him if he wasn't the Super Saiyan who defeated Frieza in battle but he just wanted to be stronger and pass his limits.

Meanwhile, Vegeta trained inside the Gravity Room that his future father-in-law developed for him. He would spend some time with Bulma, going out with her but he doesn't neglect his training. Sometimes, he would pay Yamcha a visit at the Capsule House he set on an abandoned forest just to torture the poor human brutally. He did this thrice a week the last four months but he would always spare his life, take care of the wounds he inflicted; even give Yamcha nourishments through Intravenous line, just to return the night after the next for another wave of torture. No one was able to know about this, not even Goku or Piccolo. Vegeta was too cautious that the Capsule House's walls were entirely soundproof, that no matter how loud Yamcha screamed, no one's ever going to hear him outside the house. The house was set-up with a passcode that only Vegeta could enter by use of biometrics. Also, the device on Yamcha's chest seals the victim's ki useless and making it undetectable to ki senses.

Weeks already passed by and Vegeta never saw the red headed boy again until the week after Trunks left.

Doctor Briefs introduced him and Bulma to a stay in employee, who happened to be the red headed boy he found a week ago.

"Hello there, my name is Irami Keiji," the red headed boy introduced himself.

"I'm Bulma Briefs." Bulma told him with a smile.

"It's my pleasure to meet you." He said as he reached his hand for a hand shake. Bulma shook his hand with a smile. Vegeta glared at the hand shake in disgust before he sent a death glare at Irami. Irami seemed oblivious at that and simply smiled back at him as he reached his hand for a hand shake. Vegeta glared down at his hand before he slapped it away and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Snorting loudly as he diverted his eyes on the other direction. Irami blinked at the rude gesture. Vegeta felt Bulma elbow him on his side and he turned to see her glaring back at him. Vegeta returned his gaze at Irami and said, "Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan Race." He introduced rudely.

"Oh… It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Irami smiled back. Vegeta just glared back. He doesn't like this kid whoever he is. He could feel something odd on him, something that might get in the way of his plans.

"So, Irami-kun. Why did you apply at Capsule Corporation?" Bulma asked.

"I was simply asking for a job in which I am interested in. I love technology and I would want to share my fair knowledge of it to the research and development team of this company. It was good that your kind father saw my potential to be his employee."

"That was great! I think we have common interests."

"So…" Irami said as he looked at the couple before him. "Are you two a couple?"

Vegeta snarled at the red headed boy and said, "That is none of your fucking business, boy!"

Irami was immediately taken aback by that reaction. Bulma looked at Vegeta and told him to calm down. Vegeta, who easily lost him temper, decided to just leave and train.

"Vegeta-san's grouchy, isn't he?" Irami said.

"My apologies, my boyfriend is really grouchy towards others but he's really obsessive when it comes to me." Bulma said, "I bet he's not really training but he's somewhere around here listening to our conversations."

"Oh, possessive isn't he?"

"Too much for his own good."

"Hmmmmm…"

After that conversation, Irami decided to go to the room that Doctor Briefs provided for him in order to fix his things when he saw Vegeta waiting for him at the door. The Saiyan Prince's glare was enough to make others wet themselves out of fear but Irami seemed completely unaffected by that.

"Who are you and why the hell are you following me?" Vegeta asked Irami with that rude but straightforward way he always had.

"What do you mean by that?" Irami asked, confused. This answer made Vegeta very livid and the red haired boy found himself being pushed ruthlessly into a nearby wall. Vegeta's right hand wrapped around his neck and lifted him up.

"Do not mistake me for a fool, boy. I could sense the Saiyan in your blood and your ki. Now, tell me who you are and what you want from me," the Saiyan prince let out a warning growl. "Or I might just get a little blood thirsty."

Irami who was initially surprised by Vegeta's raw strength, began to chuckle darkly before it became a boisterous laughter. "Ahahahahahahahahahaha! Just as I expect of the Prince of all Saiyans, you easily sniffed out my identity!"

Vegeta threw Irami across the floor. "What do you want from me?"

The red headed Saiyan picked himself up, "I already told you my name earlier. I am Irami Keiji, I am a Saiyan just like you that's why you could sense the Saiyan in me. I want nothing from you. It's just that I have heard so much about our great prince that I suddenly had an interest to meet you in person."

Seriously, who the fuck is this Irami? Yes, I could sense the Saiyan in him but why is it that I don't seem to know him. And what's with the red hair. No Saiyan has red hair like that. Also, his name doesn't sound like a Saiyan name.

"Stop fooling around and tell me the truth!"

"I am telling the truth, my prince."

Vegeta's expression turned even more furious. Irami took this as a warning and he said, "Okay, okay. I'll tell you the truth once you win a battle against me."

"Are you challenging me now?"

"Yes," Irami smiled. "But not in martial arts or the like. I would want to engage a battle of intuition against you."

"A battle of intuition? Is that a game?"

"That's right. We are going to have a toss the coin guessing game. We'll have someone toss a coin for us and he or she will catch it on one of his two hands. What we are going to do is to guess which hand caught it and which side it goes once it's revealed while the both of us are blindfolded. We will take a guess one after another; the first one who answered wrong will lose the game."

"Interesting," Vegeta said, finally relaxing his earlier angry mood.

"If you win, I will tell you the truth that you want to hear from me. But if I win… let's say I'll borrow Miss Bulma Briefs for one night, what do you say?"

"What?! Why do you have to bring my Bulma into this?"

"…Because I could see that she will be the reason for you to be more motivated in order to win. Of course, you wouldn't want me to get into her, right? Then you'll have to be at your best."

"Tch!"

"I'll ask someone to toss the coin for us if it's alright with you."

"Hmph! Whatever you like boy. But I'll have you know that I will never lose." Vegeta said.

"Okay."

"You seemed confident with that."

[763 A.D. May 14, 16:30, Capsule Corporation backyard garden]

Goku, Bulma, Vegeta and Irami all stood at the backyard garden of the Capsule Corporation. Bulma was told about the toss the coin guessing game by Vegeta and was asked by Irami to call someone who could pretty much keep up with Saiyans. Bulma was surprised when she learned that Irami was also a Saiyan but she did him the favor of calling Goku. Goku was asked to be the one who would toss and catch the coin using his super speed while Bulma will be the one to announce the answer. Goku was glad to meet Irami but wonders if the boy is truly a Saiyan or not.

With that, the game has begun.

Goku asked Vegeta, "Vegeta, head or tail?"

Vegeta raised his eyebrow at the question before he mumbled, "Head," mainly because he thought the head was higher than the tail.

Goku then tossed the coin, caught it on his right hand with an amazing speed and opened his hand. The head was revealed. "Okay, Vegeta goes first."

Vegeta and Irami were sat on separate chairs before they were both blindfolded with black cloth.

Goku walked a few meters behind them, followed by Bulma on his side.

"Vegeta, ready?"

"As always, Kakarot." Vegeta replied snidely.

Goku tossed the coin and then with super speed caught it in mid-air by clasping his hands together before he closed his fists and separate them in front of him. Inside one of his fists was the coin.

"Left or right, Vegeta?"

"Right."

"Head or tail?"

"Tail."

Bulma looked on as Goku opened both of his hands, "Correct."

Vegeta let out a snort.

"Irami, ready?" Goku announced.

"I am ready, Goku-san."

Again, Goku tossed the coin and caught it with a clap of his hands using super speed before he separate them by closing both hands into fists.

"Left or right, Irami?"

"Right."

"Head or tail?"

"Tail."

"Very good," Bulma commented after she saw the correct answer.

The game continued on and on as Vegeta and Irami always answered the correct answer. Bulma and Goku thought that this lousy game won't probably end as the two players seemed to have very sharp intuition.

When Bulma got bored of the game, she decided to just get inside the house and tinker with her inventions. The moment she walked away from Goku and diverted her attention to another thing was the moment it changed.

"Vegeta, left or right?" asked Goku.

"Left…?" he sounded unsure this time.

Goku asked. "Head or tail?"

"Tail…"

Goku kept silent for a long moment as he let out a long sigh of relief and finally relaxed after that long match.

Bulma quickly turned back to see Goku showing her the head of the coin on the palm of his left hand. "… Sorry Vegeta. It's game over."

Surprised, Vegeta quickly stood up from his seat, turning around and ripping the blindfold off his eyes. "What?!" looking at what Goku was showing him. "That's – That's impossible!"
Irami took off his blindfold and smiled in satisfaction, "Sorry, my prince. I win."

Vegeta leaped at Irami in a blind rage, pushing him off the chair and causing the red headed boy to fall into his back on the ground. "You are not going to touch my Bulma!" he roared as he began choking Irami.

"Vegeta! Stop!" Bulma screamed when she found him pulling an army knife from his pocket and pointing the blade at Irami. Goku was about to pull the enraged Vegeta away when Irami raised a hand to stop him.

Vegeta glared at Irami with his creepy red eyes and said, "Now tell me the truth of who you are and what you want from me!"

Instead of reacting with terror, Irami simply laughed at him. "Ehehehehehehe! Ahahahahahahaha! Oh my dear Prince Vegeta, you really don't know how to accept defeat, don't you?"

"It's because I always win," Vegeta turned the blade around, and grinned an evil grin, "Now die!"

To Vegeta's surprise, Irami caught his hand and used it to hurl him over the floor as if he was some helpless child. Irami stood up, locking both of Vegeta's arms behind him and causing the prince to let go of the army knife.

"Whooopsie!" Irami sang as he kicked the army knife away from Vegeta's grasp.

"What the – ?!" Vegeta mouthed, shocked and in disbelief. Bulma and Goku also watched in disbelief when Vegeta got tossed around like a doll by Irami.

"Woah! This guy sure is strong to be able to toss Vegeta like that!" Goku said. "Especially in that state of his."

Bulma seemed to agree before she snapped out of her surprise and yelled, "What do you think you're doing, Vegeta?! I told you no more bloodshed!"

Vegeta turned his furious glare at her and he scowled.

"Now, don't give me that look! You promised!" Bulma scolded.

"Seriously, you have to control that temper of yours." Irami told him, "Relax, I'm not going to touch Bulma-san or anything. I was just going to ask her a few questions, privately though."

"About what?"

"It's a secret." Irami replied. "But don't worry. I hope it doesn't have anything to do with you."

Bulma led Irami into the house while Vegeta was left with Goku.

"Whoah, that guy sure is strong!" Goku commented. "What do you think of him Vegeta?"

"Whoever he is, I don't like him."

"But he seems like a good guy you know."

"You'll never understand, Kakarot." The prince grumbled bitterly.

"Hey Vegeta, care to spar with me for a while. I would like to know how much I have gotten stronger these past days."

"Oh sure, Kakarot. Let's do this on somewhere more uninhabited so you won't be hindered by these humans."

"Great!"

The two Saiyans went off to the Gizard Wasteland to spar.

[763 A.D. May 14, 17:43, Capsule Corporation, hallway]

"Are there any rooms that are literally soundproof in here?" Irami asked.

"There is one, at my dad's lab. Why?"

"I would want to talk to you about something very important and very private."

"Okay…"

[763 A.D. May 14, 17:43, Capsule Corporation, Doctor Briefs' lab]

"Here we are," Bulma said. "This room is entirely soundproof in order for block all the sounds created by dad whenever he tinker with his machines." Bulma said.

"I see…"

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Bulma-san, I know you're a very trustful person so I entrust you this private matter that no one must know about. I am Irami Keiji, a detective. I actually applied on your company in hopes of answering the questions about the mysterious investigation that I am solving."

"What is this investigation about?"

"I found this set of human skeleton scattered on an island sixteen miles away from this city and I was wondering if you know something about it."

Bulma was shocked, "Huh? Me? Why me? Are you suspecting me of killing somebody?"

"No, no. Don't take it like that. It's just because I have found a clue on the crime scene that has your name on it."

"A clue with my name?"

"Looks like a wedding ring to me. That of a man."

Bulma's eyebrow furrowed in confusion, "A man's wedding ring? With my name on it? But I'm not married yet."

"Ah yes, you did mention that Vegeta-san's your boyfriend earlier."

"Yes, he is just my boyfriend."

"Any past relationships?"

"I had one with Yamcha. We don't know where he is now. We have no news of him."

"Since when was the last time you saw him?"

"Four months ago." Then Bulma suddenly panicked, her face became worried. "Wait, could it be?"

"No, the skeleton I was talking to you about was found five months ago. This one was probably killed over half a year ago."

"I see."

"Do you know any other man besides Prince Vegeta or Yamcha who could possibly own the ring?"

"No. I'm sorry."

"Alright, then. Now, about your boyfriend, I would want to know more about your relationship."

"Is that really appropriate?"

"Well, you told me earlier that he was kind of obsessive of you. How is that?"

"Vegeta usually stalks me on whatever I do, it was good that he's not doing that much as of lately. However, as you have witnessed earlier, he easily gets jealous whenever he thinks someone would take me away from him. And when he gets jealous, it always ends up with someone's life being threatened or being taken brutally."

"That wasn't simply obsessive. It's crazy." Irami said. "Do you love him?"

It took Bulma long to answer before she looked down, unsure. "I… I don't know… I'm not sure." She stammered.

The detective asked, "So did you only answer him out of fear because he was threatening to kill everyone?"

"Yes. Somehow yes. But there's this little feeling inside of me that actually wants him. He's a lot better than my ex-boyfriend of course. I think if Vegeta and I met in a different circumstance there's a possible chance that I would definitely choose him without uncertainty."

"By what circumstance?"

"If only he wasn't a creepy, murderous clingy stalker."

Irami laughed at that. "So would you prefer him to be rude and cold towards you?"

Bulma smiled, "That would be totally different. That wouldn't be Vegeta, would he?"

"You wouldn't know," Irami said with a sly smile.

"Would you want me to ask Vegeta about the corpse you found?"

"No, I would ask him myself some time later." Irami said. "That's all for now."

[763 A.D. May 14, 20:05, Capsule Corporation, Irami's room]

So Trunks-san was right about Vegeta-san acting strange in this world. The game we just had earlier confirmed that Vegeta-san's feelings for Bulma-san was indeed borderline obsessive, completely different from what his son from the future had expected him to be.

Over a week ago I talked to Trunks-san about his travel from his world to this world. He said that he was supposed to arrive on a different time over a year from this time but once his time machine entered the hyperspace, it got caught on a different warp hole completely out of his desired path as if his time machine was being pulled into it. He said he was anxious when he found out that he was brought further into the past.

I told him about the paradox I was investigating about and assured him that his interference with time has nothing to do with it. Trunks-san told me that there were many things that has changed in here, like Vegeta-san becoming the Super Saiyan who defeated Frieza instead of Goku-san, Goku-san being on Earth when he was supposed to be on Yardrat learning the awesome Instant Transmission technique. I was alerted that this much change in history would cause such great catastrophe in the timeline that would lead to the creation of something new. Or was it really new in the first place?

But the paradox didn't begin when Vegeta-san became the first Super Saiyan. It began by the time when he first arrived on Earth, during his first battle with Son Goku-san.

After Trunks-san left, I went to Capsule Corporation to observe the unusual behavior of Vegeta-san. I heard stories of him that he was a proud and powerful warrior, a cold and hardened person too. That he was the prince of all Saiyans and thinks himself being above everyone else. Rude and arrogant, he's not the type of person to show what he exactly feels, especially when it concerns emotions that would make him soft and weak-looking. By the way I see how the Vegeta-san in this world acts; it seemed that the paradox would have caused him to act like this.

The question is what caused this to happen? Was it the death of the mysterious being on that island? After all, when I arrived on this world, I was lead to that place. Who was the victim and who was the suspect?

The only thing I know as of now is that Vegeta-san is the possible primary suspect who killed the victim. The victim's identity is still unknown. The motive for the murder is also unknown.

I have to do something to confirm my suspicions.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Notes: That's all for now, I'm sorry but I won't be updating soon for now as my laptop's not working well. I have to go and repair it for some reason because the heat sink's not working that well. I hope to update as soon as I can!

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Bulma: Vegeta? Vegeta is that you?

Vegeta: What the fuck do you think you're doing in here, woman?

Bulma: Vegeta! T-There are people's bones in there! Should we call the police?

Vegeta: What bones?

Vegeta: I will bury everything that would get in my way! Ahahahahahahaha!

Bulma: Vegeta! What have you done?!

Vegeta: Eh? Bones? What bones?

Bulma: Why?

Irami: Vegeta-san's mental state is very fragile, he has probably altered his own memories.

[Next Chapter: Trust]