A/N: Alright! Might be a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter, might not! Read in fear tonight!
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(Previously)
Goku leapt upon the note as soon as it landed on the ground.
He managed to carefully rip open the envelope without destroying it, which Bulma and Krillin feared he might do in his haste, and pulled out another plain white letter.
It read:
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"I've murdered two of your friends, and I'm coming for you next. Each day from now, you'll hear about the death of one of your friends.
But if you can guess my name within seven days, I'll let you all live. -Your's truly, The Murderer.
(P.S: Here's a hint for you, because I know you'll get no where without one:
You all already know me, Vegeta in particular. I'm also quite close to Goku.".
"Close to me...?", questioned Goku, who was dumbfounded at the letter.
They were all quite angry with the murderer's game of playing with people's lives.
However, they had to comply with it, if they valued their friends lives, which they did.
"Hmm...", thought Bulma, racking her brain for any clues as to who the killer could be.
"What does he mean by 'Close to Goku', or she, whatever this thing is?", Krillin questioned.
"And Vegeta knows the killer?", Goku gave his second question for that day, which aided the mystery in no way.
But of course, mysteries were not Goku's strong point.
To say Goku was confused is an understatement.
Goku was utterly dumbfounded, and for the first time in all his life, he was the helpless one,
as he could not partake in this mystery whatsoever, because of his lack of intelligence.
He, just like all other Saiyans, were not created for mysteries, or activities that required the use of a brain,
they were only created for fighting, and eating.
"Maybe that means the killer's a Saiyan?", Krillin answered with a question of his own.
"If so, is it one of the Saiyans we've fought, or a new enemy?", came Bulma's reply.
"I doubt it's one of the Saiyans we've fought...Raditz and Nappa should be in HFIL, and even if they weren't,
they'd be too weak to take on any of us now...", Remarked Goku.
The Z-fighters were stumped.
They had no clue as to who the killer was, and hardly had any time.
"Hey, the killer said he's gonna kill one of us every day. Who do you think he'll try to take out next?", Krillin asked worriedly, and gulped at his own question,
knowing that he would not be able to defend himself if he was targeted next, and that the Z-fighters would not be able to get to him in time.
"In that case, we'll all just have to stay alert tonight.", Goku said in a serious tone.
Goku was a Saiyan, and therefore would not have so much of a problem with staying up all night.
Which is why he feared more for his friends who were Humans, as he knew it would be tougher for them.
"I'll watch over Chi-Chi and Goten, Vegeta will be able to take care of you and Trunks,", Goku said to Bulma.
"Gohan should be able to handle himself pretty well. And Krillin, you won't have that much of a problem,
as 18 is a pretty good fighter too, so you two will just have to take care of each other."
"As for Master Roshi and Oolong...".
Everyone in the room knew that it would be the once single most powerful fighter in the world,
and his shape-shifting animal friend's last days most likely.
Their only hope of survival would be that the killer was not interested in them, and that his targets were only the Z-fighters.
The long-time friends then said their good-byes, and each left for their homes, except for Bulma, who was already there.
That night, Yamcha sat awake on a couch in his home.
He had heard the bad news from Bulma, and now he was possibly even more worried than the rest of the Z-fighters.
He was trying his utmost to not fall asleep, but he had been training all day, and no matter how many mugs of coffee he drank,
and drugs he used to keep him awake at all costs, sleep began overpowering him.
His eyelids felt like they weighed tons, and he could hardly think straight.
He began snapping awake every minute, after falling asleep unknowingly.
Until he finally fell asleep for good.
2:00 AM that morning, a dark figure loomed by the window, looking in to the well-lit house.
The figure saw the sleeping Yamcha on the couch, and knew he was asleep from the loud snoring that could be heard till outside the house.
The killer slowly cut around the window, and slowly pulled the glass out and climbed inside to the lounge where Yamcha sat dozed off on the couch.
The masked murderer slowly creeped over to Yamcha, and silently pulled out a sharp silver dagger, which it held upwards by Yamcha's neck.
Yamcha awoke just as the blade neared his neck.
He tried screaming, but could not.
He could only watch in horror as the blade approached his neck, bringing death with it...
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A/N: Aaa, another cliffhanger!
Will Yamcha ever be killed, or will he be saved? Or is he just dreaming?
Find out in the next chapter of, "The Masked Murderer"!