| Author’s Note: Hey guys! How are ya? Good? That’s Kewl! LOL! Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or the really amazing restaurant ‘Cracker Barrel’ Unknown Mystery By: Vegeta’s Blue-Haired Angel Last time: “I can tell you one thing! My daughter is not the one who killed Chinerickey!” “How can you be so sure?” “Because… I just am… my daughter wouldn’t hurt the hairs on anyone’s head! I can guarantee that!” “Well… still we are going to keep her for questioning!” “But…” “Don’t worry, Dr.! I’ll bring Bulma home, safe and sound!” Yamucha interrupted, “I promise!” “Grr… Fine!” Briefs said, as he turned and stomped out of the room. “All right, Ms. Briefs!” chief said, “Let’s continue questioning.” Hours later Bulma walked out of the Police Station, Yamucha next to her, ready to go home. “Hey babe! What do ya say we go out to eat first? I’m starved!” Yamucha exclaimed. Bulma laughed, but not in her usual way. This laughter was shrill and nervous. “Bulma? Are you all right? You didn’t get too shaken in there did you?” Yamucha asked, nervous. “N-no! Why would you say that?” Bulma asked. “You just sound a little nervous? Maybe I should take you back home, now.” “No! No! I’m fine! Let’s go out! I could really use some fun right about now!” Bulma said with strained cheeriness. “All right.” Yamucha said, a little unsure. Yamucha opened the door of his car, and Bulma stepped in. Making sure she was all the way in the car, Yamucha shut the door. He walked over to the driver side and stepped in. Turning the key, the engine roared to life. Yamucha sighed, contently. He loved his car, very much, the way it starts up roaring like a lion and then settles down into a comfortable purr. Bulma rolled her eyes. She knew how he adored this car. ‘Sometimes,’ she thought, ‘I think he has a better understanding and love for cars than woman!’ Yamucha slowly turned the car into reverse and backed out of his parking space. “So… Bulma what were you doing with the Chinerickey fellow?” Yamucha asked, jealousy evident in his voice. “Well… My mom thought it would be a good idea that I got out more and hooked me up with this guy!” Bulma said. “That doesn’t mean you have to SLEEP WITH HIM!” Yamucha said. “You have no idea what I went through just to stop from being raped… yes Yamucha he was going to rape me! Don’t you dare look like that!” Bulma said, looking at Yamucha’s shocked face. “Do you think I really wanted to sleep with that fag? Do you remember what he was like in high school?” she asked him. “Yea. I remember. Always looking a little too lustful at you for my taste.” Yamucha said, his expression darkening. “Humph! Well he went a little too far! I am glad he’s dead! He deserved it!” Bulma said. Yamucha glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, a little suspicious. “Anyway! Where are we going to eat?” Bulma asked. “I was thinking… the Cracker Barrel?” Yamucha suggested. “Sure! You know how I love that place!” Bulma said, happiness in her voice. “Right! Cracker Barrel then!” Yamucha said, shifting his car so slowly it was as if he thought it was made out of glass. Bulma snorted in disgust. A couple minutes later they arrived at Cracker Barrel, and were soon seated. “Good evening! Oh! Hello Yamucha! I mean… my name is Cindy and I’ll be your waitress this evening!” the waitress said, blushing staring at Yamucha. “Is there anything you would like to drink?” she asked, keeping her eyes fixed on Yamucha. “I’ll have a root beer!” Yamucha said, the waitress looked like she was going to faint from happiness. “I’ll have an orange ~n~ cream soda!” Bulma said, loudly. The waitress looked at her, as if she was just realizing she was there and gave her a look that plainly said, ‘How dare you say something to me and cause me to take my eyes away from the god sitting across from you.’ Bulma stared back at her. They were in a full-fledged staring contest when someone clearing their throat caused them to look away. It turned out it was Yamucha. The waitress turned away, blushing furiously, and walked away. “So where do you know her from?” Bulma asked, in interest. “Well… I met her at the bar a couple days ago! And we erm…” Yamucha said, but was cut off by Bulma covering his mouth with her hand. “Shhh… I do NOT need to know!” Bulma said, taking her hand away from Yamucha’s mouth after he absently kissed it. They sat in silence. Yamucha studied Bulma’s face. He loved the way the oil lamp enhanced her features (Just so you know the lights are dimmed and the brightest light source is the light coming from the oil lamps on the tables). Bulma, however did not notice this, she was looking elsewhere. Something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She looked over at it. It was someone in the corner of the restaurant watching her. She couldn’t make out the figure, but she could feel their eyes on her. Shrugging she decided to ignore it. She turned her attention to the other person at her table. Bulma was surprised to see Yamucha staring at her. She was about to comment when the waitress, Cindy, was back and setting their drinks down. Cindy locked her eyes again at Yamucha’s face, which still hadn’t removed them from Bulma’s face. Cindy looked at Bulma, her eyes green with jealousy. ‘She doesn’t have to worry!’ Bulma thought to herself, ‘Yamucha and I aren’t an item or anything!’ “Are you ready to order?” Cindy asked. “Hm? Oh… yea! Hee hee! I’ll have…” Yamucha said, giving his order. “And you?” Cindy snapped at Bulma. “Well… I’ll have the same, Yam-chan has such impeccable taste in food!” Bulma said sweetly, enjoying the way Cindy’s face turned red to scarlet to purple. “Very Good!” was all she said before she stepped away. Bulma busted out laughing. “What’s so funny?” Yamucha asked, finally removing his eyes from Bulma’s face. “Just the way she reacted when I called you Yam-chan! It was hilarious! Looks like she wants you back!” Bulma said, giggling. “Well she really wasn’t as good as…” Yamucha said, trailing off. “Yamucha?” Bulma asked, a little worried, “Are you alright?” “Yuppers! Just fine!” Yamucha said, turning a little red around the ears. He was embarrassed. “Ok!” Bulma said, trying to fight a laugh, and succeeded. Then she got the feeling of being watched, again. The little hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up. “Um… I need to use the restroom!” Bulma said, excusing herself. She just needed to cool down and freshen up a bit. She walked past the table with the mysterious watcher (*snorts* That was weird but I hope you know what I mean like that!). Bulma walked into the ladies room and let out a sigh. ‘Tonight has been really weird!’ she thought. After freshening up she walked back out to the table, a little less nervous. The mysterious person was still at the table. She stiffened as she walked by. She reached the table and not to her surprise, Cindy was sitting there flirting with a disgusted looking Yamucha. Yamucha’s faced brightened as he saw Bulma walking towards the table. Cindy looked over her shoulder at what was suddenly interesting Yamucha. She saw Bulma and immediately removed her fat ass (This is not directed to anyone, except the character in my story, named Cindy) from the chair. Bulma smirked and sat down. “So what did the waitress want? A tip?” Bulma asked, playfully. “Yea! I bet!” Yamucha said, laughing. They joked all through their meal and while Yamucha was paying. Bulma looked back at the waitress who was staring sorrowfully at Yamucha's retreating back and broke out it a fit full of giggles. Then she looked back at the table where the mystery person was seated and didn’t see anyone’s form in the shadow. ‘Must have left!’ she thought, as they headed out to Yamucha’s car, ‘But for some reason I it still feels like I’m being watched. Little did she know, she was being watched. ~A little while later~ Yamucha’s car slowed down as the Capsule Corp complex (Try saying that 5x fast!) loomed up ahead. Pulling into the driveway Yamucha eased his car to a stop. He got out and rushed over to Bulma’s door and opened it for her. Bulma stepped out. “Thanks Jeeves!” she said, laughing. “Very Good, madam!” Yamucha said, laughing with her, as they headed off to the building. “Thanks Yamucha! You really made my evening!” Bulma said, once they reached the door. “Anytime Bulma!” he said, leaning in for a kiss. The kiss was short and shy. Almost like a boy and a girl on their first date. It was the nervousness, that one wouldn’t accept, and tension that made it that way. “Goodnight!” Bulma said, as she headed inside. “Goodnight!” Yamucha whispered to the closing door. Bulma scolded herself for doing that. She should’ve known better. She was hurt many times by Yamucha, even though they remained friends, and she knew that she DIDN’T love him. Her heart, for now, was wild and free. Heading upstairs she bumped into someone. She was sure she was going to fall down the stairs when two muscular arms wrapped themselves around her waist, to stop her fall. “Vegeta? What are you doing up so late?” Bulma asked, checking her watch. It was…OMG… 2:03 AM! They must have been at that restaurant longer than she thought, good thing it was open 24/7. “I don’t have to explain myself to you, woman!” he said, steadying her. “Fine! Be like that!” she said, not yelling so she didn’t wake anyone up. “I will be!” he countered, letting her go, almost reluctantly. He started to walk towards his room when he looked over his shoulder and said, “Be careful, woman! It’s not safe to be out at this time of night! Not even with that scar faced weakling!” “Wait! How did you…” she said, trailing off, realizing he was gone. My Goodness, that man was an enigma. Vegeta cursed himself for almost loosing his self-control! Oh how he wanted to take her right then and there, but then he remembered her with that scar-faced weakling and growled. He looked down at his hardening member and decided it was time for a cold shower. Stepping into the bathroom connected to his room he stripped of all clothing. He turned on the tap, letting the cold water run. He stepped under the ice-cold spray, letting the water run over his entire body. He tried not envisioning her soft lips, the way they molded every word, the way her eyes burned with a blue fire, the way... Grrrr! He couldn’t let these thoughts keep entering his mind! Every so often he would let her image seep into his mind during training. That only made him train harder. Maybe it was a good thing that he was training harder! Bulma stood shocked. Oh, how she hated it when he disappeared like that! It was truly annoying! Shrugging she turned around, suddenly the sound of running water was heard through the empty hallway. ‘Doesn’t waste a minute does he?’ she asked herself. ‘Maybe I had more of an effect on him than I thought!’ she thought, giggling to herself about the absurdity of the statement, ‘The Saiyan Prince being affected by a pathetic weak earthling! Pah! That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard of!’ Oh how wrong she was… * * * (The Police Station…) Yamucha went right to the Police Station after he dropped Bulma off. “Dimsun!” Chief yelled as he walked out of the Police Station. “Chief!” Yamucha said, and saluted. “We want you to return to the scene of the murder and check for any evidence we might have overlooked!” Chief said. “Right!” Yamucha said, stepping carefully into his car. The chief rolled his eyes as he watched Yamucha treat the car as if it was glass. ‘He was always a little too fond of that car!’ Chief mused. Yamucha bobbed his head as he listened to the music his car was giving off. It was such an enchanting melody. ‘Not like the rock Bulma listens to!’ he thought. He was listening to the charming music of classic dulcimer. This type of music always helped him concentrate. Sooner than he expected, he arrived at his destination. Putting his car in a capsule he set out towards the house. Gingerly stepping over the Police tape he stopped and examined the house. Even though the murder happened yesterday the house looked like it had been deserted for years. The windows were dark and from the way the shadows hit it, it almost looked as if it was in disrepair. Of course Yamucha knew it wasn’t, he knew that Chinerickery had taken very good care of his house and all it’s inhabitants. He also knew that Chinerickery had a couple rape reports against him at the Police Station, all of which he was pardoned because of his poking, prying and blackmailing. Stepping inside the house, Yamucha, headed straight for the bedroom. Once there he did a thorough inspection. Checking under the bed he disgustedly found a pair of women’s silky black panties. He shuddering, he hoped they weren’t Bulma’s. Very carefully he placed them onto the bed. After a while of shuffling through Chinerickery’s room, he found nothing. Looking over the room Yamucha saw a spot of blood on the floor. Slipping on some latex gloves he inspected the glove. Nothing… He was about to turn away when he saw, near the spot of blood, under a small crack in the wall, was something shiny. He bent down and slowly removed it from the wall. It was a knife… with a strand of blue hair on it… Author’s Note: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! Who do YOU think it is? Now this is just the beginning so don’t worry! |