A/N: Look out for your first hint in this chapter.
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(Previously)
The group of friends began to converse, minus Piccolo, who just sat silently on a couch, listening in to the conversation,
when a large power level and the sound of a person landing on the ground outside the Son House caught their attention.
They were hit with an enormous wave of pride, arrogance and hatred, and they instantly knew who it was.
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The remains of the Z-warriors turned to the broken front door, in time to see The Prince of all Saiyans strut in arrogantly, his scowl etched deeply into his face,
while his pitiless black eyes roamed the room, examining each of Z-fighters individually, before resting on Goku, who was quite a pitiful sight at the moment.
The arrogant prince growled as he trodded over to Goku, who simlpy raised his head and gave the warrior a meek look as he approached,
which only served to further anger the already enraged Saiyan warrior.
Vegeta let out another growl and gripped Goku by the shirt of his trademark orange GI, and raised him upwards slightly.
"Stop your pathetic mewling and pull yourself together, you third-class weakling!", Vegeta barked in Goku's face, who remained looking at the ground with a sad look.
A vein bulged from Vegeta's forehead at this, and the furious warrior slapped Goku roughly across the face twice, nearly drawing blood from the expressionless Saiyan.
Goku's head just sank back down after the attacks, as though it had never occured, his eyes once again becoming blurry and unfocused.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, a figure stood outside the window of the Son House, his tail swishing behind him as he secretly smirked at them,
at Goku's suffering in particular.
He gave a final snicker at their failed attempts at finding out his identity, before he turned and flew away into the afternoon sky,
but sucessfully managing to hide his power level even during flight, remaining completely undetected.
"Fool!", Vegeta sneered.
"We can just wish your loud mouthed harpy back with the Dragonballs, as well as all the other weaklings that have been killed,
so get a hold of yourself!", Vegeta barked.
The evil former slave of Frieza hated Goku's usual goofy attitude, but despised his new devastated attitude all the more.
He had felt great shame that he had losed to a man that acted like a clown, but the disgrace he now felt that he was still unable
to defeat a man who looked so helpless and pitiful was unbearable, and Vegeta was set on getting Goku back to his original idiotic self,
as much as he hated Goku as he normally was, he was still bearable,
unlike this puppet that sat blankly staring at the ground infront of him, as if everything would come right if he sat patiently enough.
It made Vegeta sick, and he wanted to beat the unresponsive man infront of him to a pulp until he regained his senses,
and once again returned to being the care-free, laughing foolish clown he once was.
"That's right!", Goku's head snapped up as he took Vegeta's words into consideration.
For a moment he wanted to slap himself for not remembering about the Dragonballs sooner, until something dawned on him.
"But...we don't know the killer's name, so Shenron won't be able to bring our friends back...", Goku said as he sank back into his seat,
but with a little more hope and energy then last time, as he now had a goal.
"We need to find out the killer's name, kill him, then gather the Dragonballs and wish our friends back.", Goku said with a serious expression,
and Goku's words came as a surprise to Vegeta, for it was the first time he had heard Goku willingly choose to kill someone without bothering to forgive them.
Vegeta then realized that it must have been the pain of losing his wife that made him want revenge so badly,
bad enough to destroy his own rules of forgiveness and mercy.
The others nodded in agreement at Goku's plan, also eager to stop the killings.
"Well, I suggest we all stay in Capsure Corp. for now, that way we'll be safer.", said Bulma, who did not want Chi-Chi's fate to befall her too,
and neither wanted it to befall any of her friends.
The Z-fighters once again nodded in agreement, even Piccolo, and Vegeta just gave a grunt in response, signifying that he agreed too.
Though he would hate to admit it, he would not want to lose Bulma either, like Goku had lost Chi-Chi, as over the years, he had infact grown fond of her,
though he considered it a weakness, his pride not allowing him to give in to emotions such as 'love', or being 'fond' of anyone.
He roughly pushed away those feeling the moment they came, as he would die before he allowed anyone to witness those emotions on him.
Therefore, even after all the years they had been together, Vegeta still insisted on calling Bulma "Woman",
and never once said to her the three words she had always been hoping to hear.
That night, all the Z-fighters lay asleep in their new beds at Capsule Corporation, eager to get some much needed rest,
so they could begin their investigation the next day.
Meanwhile, the evil black figure once again loomed outside one of the windows of the Capsule Corporation building.
This time, a green-skinned antennae-possessing man lay asleep on his bed, oblivious to the man peering in.
The killer made his Ki laser sharp upon the tip of his finger, and sliced across the four corners of the window, before silently pulling it out.
Unable to take chances with the Namekian who's hearing rivalled that of a Saiyan, the murderer chose not to walk on the floor and risk awakening him,
and instead chose to float over to his bed, unsheating his dagger...
He raised it up above Piccolo's head, determined to let his head roll as he had with the others, but unknown to him,
Piccolo had merely been faking rest, and caught the dagger in mid-air with a smirk on his face.
He had been planning this whole event out.
Piccolo knew that the murderer would come for him next, as without him, there would be no Dragonballs, and therefore,
no way for the other Z-fighters to wish their comrades back.
"Got you.", said Piccolo with a smirk almost as big as Vegeta's.
He had made a plan, and he had suceeded.
He had sucessfully caught the infamous unkown murderer that had been killing off the most powerful fighters in the universe, Z-warriors.
A truly masterful feat indeed.
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A/N: Hmm...Not a cliff-hanger, but it still makes you want to read more, doesn't it?
I've just written three chapters in one day, in order to make up for the amount of time that was lost, but I'll blame it on the short period of writer's block I had.
Anyway, review as usual, and I might even write another three chapters tomorrow.
Now wouldn't that be nice?