| Author’s Note: Hey guys! How are ya? Good? That’s Kewl! LOL! There is MAJOR citrus in the middle of the chapter! Nothing too bad, but I still wouldn’t call it a lemon! Would YOU call it a lemon? I don’t know! Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or the really amazing restaurant ‘Cracker Barrel’ Unknown Mystery By: Vegeta’s Blue-Haired Angel Last time: 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… Yamucha gasped, it couldn’t be! It had to be some mistake! It had to be a fluke! ‘Yea! That’s it! A fluke! I’ll get the strand tested for DNA and it’ll be someone else’s!” Yamucha said, getting up. The walk out of the house was longer than Yamucha remembered it. Maybe he took a wrong turn. It was pretty easy to get lost in this house, and this was the first time he’s ever been in this house. Suddenly all the lights went out. Yamucha gasped. He couldn’t find his way out of this blasted house. Yamucha looked around for the police tape, which led him to the scene of the murder. There was none. It looked as if it was taken down. Where could it be? Yamucha walked around the house for what seemed like hours. Suddenly a shadow to his left, moving caught his eye. “W-who’s there?” Yamucha called. “You don’t sound so confident!” whispered a husky voice in his ear. ‘She sounds so familiar!’ he thought. “What’s wrong?” she asked, rubbing her hands over his chest. Yamucha moaned. “What do y-y-you w-want?” Yamucha asked, turning around, trying to get a look at her face. He couldn’t her face was shrouded with shadows. “You!” said the woman, in a low voice, almost a purr. “W-what?” he asked, his eyes trailing lower, stopping at her breasts. He started to drool. “Follow me, stud!” she said, taking his hand, leading him down a dark hallway. She came to an abrupt stop, and opened a door, still leading him, into the room. The next thing Yamucha knew, he was on the bed, naked, on top of the mystery woman. He still couldn’t make out her face it was way too dark. Suddenly Yamucha was drowning in lust. He thrust deep and long into the mystery woman, until both crashed down in pleasure and came back to reality. Yamucha was still in a daze when the mystery woman spoke. “Do you have any leads on the murderer?” she asked. “I- I found a p-p-piece of b-blue h-hair on a b-blood c-covered kn-knife! It m-might be B-Bulma’s b-but I-I don’t w-want to b-believe I-it!” Yamucha barely got out. “So you believe it was this Bulma person?” the mystery woman said. “Y-yes!” Yamucha stammered. “I’m sorry! I just can’t let you distribute this evidence to the police!” she said. “W-what?” Yamucha said. The mystery woman reached under the bed and pulled out a gun. She raised it to Yamucha’s head. “I’m sorry! I really like you too!” the enigmatic woman said, pulling the trigger. “Nooo…” Yamucha yelled, just before being shot in the head. That was the last time anyone ever heard, Yamucha. The mystery woman, laughed as she got off of Yamucha’s corpse. Getting dressed she looked out the window at the moon, dawn was quickly approached. She quickly turned around, blue hair flashing in the light of the fading moon. * * * “Yamucha Dimsun was found dead, this morning, by Chief Squaggleprackly.” A reported announced on TV. “WHAT??” Bulma screamed, as she turned the TV up louder. “Here is Chief Squaggleprackly to give us the details…” “Last night I sent my best man, Dimsun, to gather more details/evidence on the murders.” Squaggleprackly said. “He never reported to the Police Department, last night or this morning. I called his apartment… no answer. I decided to check it out for myself and went to Chinerickery’s former house. His car was still outside, and anyone who knew Dimsun knew he was very fond of his car.” Squaggleprackly continued. “WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?” Bulma screamed at the TV. “I went into the house and searched all over, for hours. Finally I arrived at a room, which looked as if it hadn’t been used for years. There on the bed I saw *shudder* Yamucha with his face blown off. He was nearly unrecognizable!” Squaggleprackly said, trailing off. “How could you tell it was him?” the reporter said. “I checked for ID and found his police badge, his license and various picture, of his car, girlfriends…” Squaggleprackly named. Bulma picked up the TV and threw it across the kitchen. “How could this happen?” Bulma screeched. “WOMAN! STOP YELLING!” Vegeta shouted, barely dodging the TV. “Get the HELL away from me!” Bulma screeched, “I can YELL all I WANT!” “YOU LEAVE! I’M GETTING SOMETHING TO EAT!” he said, walking to the fridge. Tears started to well up in Bulma’s eyes and she ran out of the room and into her own, slamming her door and collapsing on her bed, sobbing. Vegeta heard this and rolled his eyes. As he ate her sobbing got louder and felt kind of guilty. ‘Was I the one who made her cry?’ he asked, himself. Then his pride took over. ‘She’s just a pathetic weak human! I should go up there and make her stop! It is becoming annoying!’ he thought, but was just making an excuse to see her. He stomped up the stairs and stopped before her door, he hesitated for a moment before slamming open and stalking in. “WOMAN! SHUT UP! YOU MAKE TOO MUCH NOISE!” Vegeta growled. Bulma looked up from her bed, her eyes puffy and red. Tear streaks down her cheeks. “Woman…” he said, unsure, walking towards her bed, kneeling next to her, “Why do you cry?” Bulma sniffed before answering. “Y-Yamucha!” she stammered as a fresh onslaught of tears came. “Grrrr… How many times have I told you to stop see this weakling! He only causes you pain!” Vegeta said, his voice getting soft. “N-no! You don’t understand! He was murdered! Shot in the face!” Bulma said, wiping her eyes. Vegeta didn’t know what to do so he got on the bed next to her and held her, as she sobbed into his chest. They sat there, like that, for a while. Bulma’s sobbing calmed down and she looked up at Vegeta, who was lying with his eyes closed. He opened one, and then the other. “Vegeta?” Bulma asked. “Hn?” Vegeta replied. “Thank you!” she said, reaching up and kissing him softly on his lips before laying her head on his chest. Vegeta stared at her bewildered, before smirking. He could relax a little before training, right? * * * Vegeta woke with a start. What time was it? He looked at the clock, next to Bulma’s bed. It was… 5:37 PM! He looked outside, it was starting to get dark out. He looked at the little female, laying on his chest and sighed. “I can’t let this happen again!” he snarled, getting up placing Bulma gently on the bed. He stared at her for a moment, he didn’t know what possessed him to do it… but he did… Vegeta leaned close and kissed Bulma on the forehead before opening her window and flying towards the gravity room, to train. Author’s Note: Hey guys! How was it? Sorry if this totally stinks but I am so winging it, just like with every other story I’ve written or am still writing! LOL! It’s true tho! I am a little short on characters right now so I have an idea. 1) E-mail me at: Lilizard0248@cs.com 2) Write: your name 3) Color hair/ style 4) Color eyes 5) Gender 6) Attitude 7) Anything else you want to include Like anything else on the web… it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to give me any REAL information! I just need a new character. This character is going to be a detective… just so you know! |