A/N: Due to me receiving some more reviews, I decided to grant you all the satisfaction of getting to read more then one new chapter in a day.
(BTW, a big thanks to all those who've reviewed, you've done a good job in getting me to update faster. Well done.)
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(Previously)
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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The killer stood awestruck, gazing at the devious Namekian who had so easily captured him, the famous Masked Murderer,
who, in the short period of four days, had taken out three of Earth's most powerful fighters, as well as the most powerful woman in the world,
and also the wife of the single toughest fighter to ever live.
He had been disgraced.
He felt such pride after having killed them, that his pride ascended to beyond that of even the great Saiyan Prince,
known for his extraodinary arrogance and everlasting pride.
"Now then, let's see who you really are.", Piccolo said as he reached for the mask and pulled it away,
revealing a pair of coal coloured eyes, and extremely spiky black hair.
That was all Piccolo got to see before a blast from the window side hit it full force, causing him to let go of the killer's hand, and clutch his side in pain.
"I knew you couldn't be trusted to get rid of the Namek.", the figure who blasted Piccolo said gruffly from him position on the window,
a mask over his face similar to the once worn by the spiky haired killer.
His body was also more bulky that his friend, who had an almost lithe body in comparison to him.
"Shut up. How was I supposed to know the creature would be awake?", he retorted, picking his mask back up from the floor and pulling it over his head.
"Whatever. Just kill him and then let's get outta here."
"Yeah, yeah...", the murderer said as he picked up the dagger that lay on the floor, and sliced through Piccolo's neck with one foul swipe,
and in a moment the Namekian was no more, and the two partners in crime turned and fled through the window, and flew into the night sky,
while Piccolo lay lifeless on the ground, his head somewhere else altogether, and slowly, the legendary Dragonballs
that were the most sought for things by the Z-fighters, slowly began to disappear, one after another, until finally, they disappeared forever, never to be seen again.
The next day, the Z-gang met at the breakfast table,
and Goku and Vegeta instantly began to stuff the mountain of food piled onto their plates into their bottomless Saiyan stomachs.
"Hey, has anyone seen Piccolo?", asked Goku with his mouth still full of food, accidentally spitting morsels onto the others.
Vegeta growled as he snatched a napkin to wipe away the food from his face, and Goku said a quick apology for fear of angering the short-tempered Saiyan
even further, as he was not a morning person.
"No, but he's probably still meditating in his room.", Bulma answered, uncaring in the least about the state of the Namekian.
"I guess you're right...", Goku said while still stuffing his face.
"Anyway, we're going Dragonball hunting today, right?", Bulma asked, excited at the thought of going on another Dragonball hunt,
but also excited and happy at the thought of reviving her friends.
Goku nodded in agreement, but she spoke further:
"Me and Krillin will search for the Dragonballs, while you two;", she motioned to the two Saiyans who were still eating hungrily.
"Will stay behind and put the killer out of his misery, or happiness...", she said as she drew out the Dragonball radar.
"Let's see here...", Bulma said as she turned on the Dragon radar, and clicked it once more, only to receive the shock of her life.
Goku saw her eyes widen in shock, and stopped eating, even Vegeta's interest was piqued by her strange change in attitude.
"What's wrong?", Goku asked as he watched Bulma stare at the contraption she invented in disbelief.
"The Dragonballs! They're gone!", she exclaimed, and feared for the worst.
"That can only mean one thing...", Goku said fearfully.
"PICCOLO!", They said in unison, except Vegeta, who could care less about the well being of Piccolo or wishing back the lost members of the Z-gang.
Goku flew to Piccolo's room door, and even before he reached it, his extra powerful sense of smell that mostly Saiyans possessed, caught whiff of the smell of blood.
Looking down, his suspicious was confirmed, there was indeed blood seeping out from under the door,
and Goku did not have to look to know there would be a headless body, and a shocked green face staring up at the first person to open the door.
Regardless, Goku still wished with all his heart that Piccolo would still be alive, and that the Dragon Radar was simply malfunctioning.
However, his already diminishing hope was shattered to pieces as he pushed open the door, revealing the sight of Piccolo's headless and blood-soaked body,
and as Goku had perceived, his head had been lying to the far side, staring up at him with horror-filled eyes.
"So, not even the Namek could capture him...", Vegeta said from behind Goku, apparently they both knew of Piccolo's plan,
and had been hoping that Piccolo would be sucessful.
But, as it turned out, things were not destined to be that way.
Vegeta had thought that after this Goku would once again break down, but infact, it turned out to be the exact opposite,
as Goku started chuckling a bit first, before he birst into a roaring fit of hysterical laughter, and Vegeta knew why.
It was not because he wanted this, but because he had finally blown the last bits of sanity he posessed.
"Well, now that even Piccolo is dead, what reason is there for us to still be here? The afterlife is way better!
What say we just blow up this cursed planet and die with it?!", Goku asked Vegeta, his insanity clearly proven.
"That would be foolish. A warrior dies a warrior's death, which is to be killed by a worthy opponent, not by themselves.", Vegeta answered, and continued:
"And secondly, as much as I'd enjoy blowing up this mud-hole, without it, we'd have nowhere to go.
And besides, you are this foolish planet's defender, or have you fogotten?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Vegeta...", said Goku, and the cocky Saiyan prince felt a miniscule amount of Goku's sanity return to him, and he smirked.
Over the years he had known Goku, he had considered Goku as a friend in the end, though he would never admit it.
"Yeah.", Bulma said from behind them.
"You've been protecting the Earth all these years, blowing it up now would be a waste, and just senseless murder."
"Instead, we should just capture and put an end to the killer,
and those of us that are left can train to become stronger and continue protecting the Earth until they pass away."
After hearing this, Goku once again became doubtful.
As a Saiyan, he had roughly three hundred years to live, and as he had only reached his fourty-fifth year, he still had quite a while left.
That is, unless he gets destroyed by the killer just like the others.
The last thought comforted Goku.
For some reason, he knew he would die long before he reached the end of his age, he knew that his death would come sooner then expected,
and as a warrior, he chose to fight to the death.
If he killed the murderer, he would be sucessful, and if he did not kill the murderer, he would then be killed, but would still be sucessful.
He'd be victorious either way.
After realizing this, Goku's sanity came back to him entirely, along with his famous Son grin.
"Yeah! Time to put an end to this bastard once and for all!", and for the first time in Vegeta's life, and most probably the last, he heard Goku swear.
He thought he would surely be dead before he heard Goku say even a single curse word.
Although he blamed it on the fact that the murderer had killed Chi-Chi as well as many of the Z-fighters, and that was the reason Goku was that angry at him.
Once again, they were disturbed by the familiar sound of a window shattering coming from the kitchen, and they rushed in to find a note on the kitchen table.
Eager to put an end to it, Goku ripped the letter open, and hoped that the hint would be better this time, so he could finally figure out the mystery.
Pulling out the standard plain white letter the killer persisted on using, Goku read aloud:
"I've gotten impatient with the whole five days, and therefore have shortened it to two. I decided to be generous and give you a whole
48 hours to either live happily in your last moments, or spend it trying to do the impossible, and figure out who I am.
As a final hint for you, if you choose to try and figure out who I am:
'You gave your life in order to defeat me, with the help of your alien friend.'
P.S: When you read this message, enter the room on the left."
"Enter the room on the left? Why?", asked Goku, who's mind was still processing the hint at the same time.
"AAAAAAAHH!", was the scream that broke him out of his thoughts.
"Bulma!", he yelled, and he and Vegeta flew into the left room, and swung open the door to find: