Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Clue: DBZ Style ❯ Mr.Popo ( Chapter 8 )

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A/N: Sorry for the lateness in posting this chapter, but as some of you know there are difficulties in accessing our stories, media miner quandary, which is very problematic when switching browsers, however I found my solution to the dilemma so without further ado… Oh wait I have to thanks the reviewers it is what makes me continue…so thanks especially to reviewers like Crazy Ash who have stuck with this story from the beginning I'm glad I can keep you all interested in this bizarre comedy… again without further ado…

J

Clue

Part 8:

Mr. Popo

The group huddled together, and gaped terrified at the door in frightful fear of who it might be. They still have not found the killer yet, no evidence to support their claims of accusations, nothing to solidly convict any of the suspicious guests, and it could be Shin standing at the door awaiting with a ruthless demeanor adding a willful prosecution; he was the jury, the prosecutor, and the judge. Their defense was poor, and as things stood now, they would all be sequestered and eventually point the finger at each other thus all will get a guilty verdict, sentencing them to death, sending them all straight to hell err HFIL; Vegeta anxiously turned to the group.

"What are we going to do?!" he asked, paranoid of the guilty prospects.

"Just don't answer it!" shrieked Krillin cowering behind 18.

"Um, how about we give them this raggedy cabbage patch kid!" beamed Marron, as she held up a dirty filthy English beggar that looked a troll. She held up the diseased diminutively dumpy confused peasant, and squeezed him until he died a gruesome slushy death; she cuddled him warmly to her chest as his eyes rolled back giving one last stinky rotten egg fart, then exhaled horrid plague breath as he slipped into the other world. "Oooooh, somebody has stomach ouches, I know it's falling apart, but it good enough to cuddle awe!" said dumbass Marron with gooey stars in her eyes, and squeezed his lifeless body apart.

Every puked. "UGH! You are so revolting! That is it, if it is Shin; I vote Marron to be the one taking the blame! … Where did you get that English vagrant?" asked Piccolo, mortified yet intriguingly curious.

"You are correct Piccolo, we have the evidence in her lethal hands; she is a murderer, not thee murderer, but a murderer of filthy English hobos." said Vegeta.

"So it's decided then, open the door, Vegeta… now!" said Chichi eying him coldly, bitterly like a sour lemon accompanied by salt, so detrimentally cold Medusa would freeze.

Vegeta did a double take, and looked just how frostily Chichi's icy glare was. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he said suspiciously in a defensive manner.

"What are you talking about? I always look like this!" she said sternly, glaring until her eyes bleed.

Vegeta turned away from the surly demonic woman to answer the door. He opened it slowly revealing a short tiny cop with red lipstick.

* I wonder if he is one of those strip-o-gram cops… Village people? * Vegeta thought looking down at the short rain-drenched man. "Who are you sir?" asked Vegeta wondering why the little cop was there in the first place.

The cop smiled, kindly and butterflies flew over his head. "Oh, I noticed there was a broken-down time machine out here; I was wondering if the owner came in here by any chance, perhaps for some assistance? In addition, if it's not too much trouble, I would like to use your phone."

They all looked nervous, and said no, and then idiotic Marron spoke. "Um yeah, and he was cute too!" she giggled, and was starry-eyed. They all groaned annoyed, shifted their eyes guiltily.

"What, there seems to be a misunderstanding here?" said the literally confused cop.

Vegeta looked at the literally confused cop's badge, which read Mr. Popo. The pimp of the year, thrice titleholder, "Well, um Mr. Popo I assure you that no person has came by for any assistance." He stated calmly.

"Right, no boy has came by!" said a nervous Krillin, and everyone again groaned.

"Boy, how did you know the time machine belonged to a boy?" asked Popo charily.

Krillin muttered to himself sarcastically, * How did you know it was a time machine…? *

Popo glared, "I don't know what is going on here, but you are all acting very strange!" said an alert Mr. Popo.

Vegeta thinking quickly hence devised a story. "Oh it's one of the naked Friezas' outside, one of them got inside the house, and almost killed us!" Vegeta stated cleverly while shooing the little chubby man down the miniature steps by the entrance.

"Oh!" said Mr. Popo wishing he had never asked, these people were making him nervous, he clicked his red heeled dress shoes together, wishing there was no place like home.

Vegeta looked at him confused, "Right this way sir, you may use the phone in the lab...no, in the stud... um no, would you be so kind as to join me in the library," Vegeta said pointing to the library with one hand, and with the other ushered, more like pushing Mr. Popo to the fore.

Vegeta left the group hanging, to take the cop to use the phone obliviously walking over the dead English bum. He and the midget with feminine red sequencing dress shoes entered the dreary library, "Right here sir, and do be so kind as to notify me when you are done with your call, there is coffee and brandy to use at your leisure. Brandy, do be kind to Mr. Popo he's a guest," stated Vegeta to the cheerleader named Brandy, shaking her pompom's waving at him.

Vegeta then closed the door leaving Mr. Popo to make his call; he turned back evasively, by decadently locking the door in the process.

The group came up from behind him, surprising him, he whelped. " Grr, don't do that! Don't ever come behind a saiyan! " He shouted startled, holding his chest thus preventing his heart from popping out.

18 looked at Vegeta untrusting, "Why did you lock him in there?"

Vegeta glared daggers at 18 for the obnoxious claim, "Just what are you accusing me of…" He looked around and took notice how they were all interested to hear the answer, he rolled his eyes … they couldn't be that stupid. "My goodness, you are all rather daft. Well, utterly complete brainless morons there are dead bodies spewed across the mansion! It is dire that we use this opportunity to hide the bodies from he cop, it is far too complicated to include him on what exactly is going on, we still have not finished searching the house, we simply have no substantial evidence prove our innocents, everything thus far is circumstantial, conjecture, conjuncture and hearsay. Our preparatory defense is pathetic, we will be doomed by prosecutorial practice!" he whispered harshly.

The group apprehensively seems to understand why he locked the door, however there was a killer still on the loose; it could be one of them. However, another frightening prospect could be that someone else was in the house, and without he/she, Vegeta was right they all would look guilty now that their main suspect Yamcha, was in fact dead for sure.

Chichi walked up to Vegeta roughly, throwing her hand out wanting something. "Vegeta let me out!" she said wanting the key out of this mystery game.

"No, we are all in this whodunit plot together," he said holding the key to his heart, staring indignantly into the cold woman's eyes.

Baba perked up. "If you leave killer whore, I'll say you killed them all!" said the wicked witch, Baba boiling a hot pot of wicked devilish stew, with Yamcha's body bobbing up and down; she voraciously hits his bobbing head with her crystal ball licking her lips for a taste, and with a direct head on propulsion targeted impact, his head exploded!

Everyone agreed that the blame would be placed on Chichi, incriminating her with dependable eyewitnesses. Chichi pouted and walked up to Vegeta grabbing his tie, tightly. "Vegeta, I'll make you sorry you ever started this game, one day when we are alone together!" she threatened, entrapping him with her pale thigh as her huge granny pansies showed, exposing her comfortable secret.

Vegeta grabbed her hand removing her thigh with his knee, and glared somberly at her. " Chichi Mickey Ox! No man in his right mind will ever be caught alone with you… and Kakarot proves my point! (He pointed viciously toward Goku) I'm utterly shocked, and appalled at your aggressive behavior!" he said properly.

"Stop this madness, we have to continue our search!" cried Krillin pulling his hair… wait he's bald... Okay rubbing it like a genie lamp.

Marron mocked him. "Stop this we have to, wah, wah, wah I don't want to look anymore!" she said with a frustrated snobby tone, the all of a sudden her eyes sparkled, "I want to bake a cake!" she pouted and threw a temper tantrum by throwing her dead rat, Kitty at Krillin's bowling ball shaped head. Baba smiled while stirring her scornful stew and threw her pink wig into the mixture, Bald headed and saggy she chanted her devious spell, "Bibidi Babidi Boo!" she cackled like a old witchy hag with her dentures slipping, just like how you would see in a supposed Disney "scary movie"… completely trite with cliché wart in all.

The group again separated to search throughout the house… but they didn't get too far.

~*~*~

Mr. Popo looked askance at the locked door, and sighed. He decided to make his phone call, then without warning the phone started ringing; Mr. Popo curiously answered it.

"Hello, ah..." he gasps suddenly.

~*~*~

Everyone's head snapped attention of the phone ringing; they thronged together debating their predicament.

Vegeta looked to everyone. " Maybe the cop answered it?!"

~*~*~

"Hey, open up, if you don't open up you will be in big trouble! I SWEAR once my attorney and publicist gets their hands on you it's over, I will mess your careers up so bad that all your famous character trademarks will be ruin as you'll be forced to play your opposite and endure the hell of Dragon Ball GT! I have connections with the grand Kai!" shouted Mr. Popo, screaming and banging from the other side of the heavily armored door.

~*~*~

The group quickly ran down the hall, tripping clumsily before the door. Vegeta jumped up excited, opened the door with extreme haste, and looked charmingly calm. "Connections, what do you mean connections, haha." He chortled in high spirits throwing his head back in a whimsical delight.

"I just said it, so that you would open the door! And why are you receiving calls from Kami, the guardian of the earth!" he said with astonishment.

Everyone dramatically gasped with obvious shock.

Piccolo's eyes perked up; then he glared at Vegeta. "Why is Kami calling you?" he asked demandingly.

Vegeta was insulted. " Why not my phone he's on everyone else's, hell, I hear he calls Oprah on a daily basis, so why shouldn't he be on mine excuse me!" he said pushing Baba out his way by kicking her, she hissed slithering her tongue with her claws in the air, drool oozing grossly from her mouth.

~*~*~

Vegeta took the key, and closed the door shutting everyone out of earshot. The cop was suspicious of their activity. "What's going on here?" he questioned.

Bulma spoke up. "We're having a party!" she said smiling alluringly, charismatically taking the lead.

"Do you mind if I have look around?" he requested more like demanded.

All and sundry looked perplexingly nervous. "Yeah, sure um… you can show him around Marron!" said Bulma, hoping that Marron will keep the cop occupied by any means necessary.

"Um okay, I'll show him the toilet, the garbage, oh and the milk the cook is on! We might finally find her!" she said happily aggressively tackling the apprehensive cop's arms.

~*~*~

"Okay guys, we have to make this look convincing!" said Bulma devising a plan to thwart the Cop's suspicions.

"Right, lets go!" said the others, and then quickly separated into two groups, one went to the study, and the other to the lab.

~*~*~

"Um, so look it's the cook have you seen her, we have been looking all day for her. She is very incapacitated, and we are so very hungry," said Marron with a frown on her face, rubbing her belly woefully.

"Um… don't you mean incompetent." said Mr. Popo in dubious shock.

"Shut up, if you're not going to help look for her then, I'll just show you the pretty toilet. Hey, I think you'll like that!" said a giddy, Marron about to show Mr. Popo the toilet, which was toxically contaminated, and distinctively dirty, she looked as if she was about to drown him in it.

The cop got nervous. "No, I would like to see what's going on in those two rooms!" he said walking towards the study.

Marron did not stop him. "Okay, but you are really missing out.... stupid!" she said quietly, then stared out into space, entering a new world neutral where see saw her friends the teletubbies.

~*~*~

Mr. Popo walked into the Lab only to see people making out. Krillin and 18 were getting down and dirty. Goku and Chichi were on the couch making out oh so pornographically! Scandalous!

Baba was tying to make out with Trunks, she was supposed to pretend, nasty little freak took advantage of the situation.

Mr. Popo did not see anything wrong with situation, well except for the midget groping the man. He shook his head and then ventured toward the Study, walking past the ditsy Marron, who at the time was picking her nose.

~*~*~

Mr. Popo walked into the Study, and saw another make out contest. 17 and Bulma were making out; Piccolo had been pretending to drink. They took the headless body of Yamcha, and tried reattached his maimed mutilated decapitated head; however it was too damage so they took a mannequin's head and wrote Yamcha on it, then they covered his neck with a scarf and put a hat on his head. They put a joint in Yamcha's mouth along with some liquor; they had doused his entire body with beer and rubbing alcohol… they ran out of the real thing… ahem to make it look like he was drunk, everything was set… they just hoped his head wouldn't fall off.

Mr. Popo looked at the man with the hat on his head; he could see this man was obviously drunk and high.

"Excuse me!" said Mr.Popo catching the groups' attention.

They all turned to look. "Yes!" they all said simultaneously.

"This man is drunk!"

"Oh we know he lives here, he's the garbage man. He is always drunk, in fact he works for booze!" said Bulma eager to get away from the horny 17, which made him frown.

"Oh okay then, you guys continue what you were doing." said Mr. Popo as he left.

Bulma socked 17. "You were supposed to pretend, pervert! I'm going to have to tell Vegeta of your misconduct."

"Whoa, chill, chill sorry, I just got too much in character. I told you to go with Piccolo!" cried 17 pointing at the stern green man.

"No offence Piccolo, but it would not have been believable." said Bulma. "Hey lets check on the others!"

As for the English hobo, they put a lantern on his stiffened hand and stuck him outside like a lawn ornament.

~*~*~

Mr. Popo walked up to Marron. Marron panicked. "What did you find, did you see the dead bodies… I'm afraid I have to kill you!" she threatened stupidly.

Mr. Popo laughed. "For what, nothing is wrong!" he laughed closing his eyes, and Marron picked an eyeball that belonged to the dead slimy Yamcha, she scowled and threw it at him. "I have to, you won't help look for the cook!" she said daringly as the eyeball headed for Popo's open mouth.

Mr. Popo eyes widened he didn't moved but screamed bloody murder, "Arrrrrrhhggg…mmmrrrnpphh" he shrieked like a little schoolgirl as the grotesque eyeball flew into his mouth, he mumbled with terror as the eyeball bunged his breathing; he frantically popped the eyeball out if his mouth, he looked mortified screaming and jumping about squashing it on the floor. "What is wrong with you?! What the hell was that you threw?" he demanded crying hysterically.

Marron sighs loudly and rolls her eyes unpleasantly, "Dodo!" she answered, and smiled snottily

~*~*~

Bulma and the others snuck over to the study. The group incorrigible was still going at it taking the opportunity to cop a feel, outrageous. "Hey guys you can stop now!"

They would not listen especially, the terrible Baba. Bulma was unusually pissed at the sight, trashy Baba all over the dead boy, it seemed that he was weeping as tears dripped down his face. Bulma ushered Piccolo to do the eye laser thing; he did so, but unfortunately, it did not work this time… she was immune. Baba the monstrosity was unstoppable and worst yet, rancorous, retaliating with her saddlebags of cellulite death. In a desperate, yet clever maneuver Bulma flipped over Baba, grabbing a pitcher full of clear liquid, then pored water on the wild gremlin, and she melted.

Everybody gasped ghastly at the quick death.

"You killed it… her, that wasn't water that was acid, Look, it says so on the label!" said Goku hysterically, and then slowly smiled. "...Good job!"

Bulma bowed as everyone thanked her giving her high-fives, and applauded. There was a smile plastered on the deceased young man's face.

Then the most horrible occurrence happened, Baba started to regenerate, reattaching all lost limps mutating monstrously revolting, roaring a demonic hum into her previous hideous structure. Everyone groaned the hobgoblin bitch was back.

~*~*~

Marron and Mr. Popo walked back to the library were Vegeta had finished with his call, looking very pale he quickly composed himself as the two approached.

" He has seen everything… the toilet, the garbage so don't tell him about the dead bodies!"

Vegeta glared at the idiotic woman; thankfully, the cop had spent sometime with her, which critically damaged her credibility.

Mr. Popo rolled his eyes at idiot. "Yes, you have quite a lively party going on here, in fact it was make out city! Ooh especially with the blue haired woman, and the black haired man those two win no contest!" he chuckled joyfully.

Vegeta face turned a dark crimson with obliterating anger, his eyes of black shadow seeping with retribution.

Mr. Popo did not notice, and hasten his retreat. "I will just continue making my call okay!" he said happily patting the rigid steaming Vegeta on his constricted congealing back, then closed the door to make his call.

~*~*~

Vegeta blew a head gasket; he was absolutely pissed. * He made out with my woman! That deceiving third class trash, Kakarot a freaking Vejiitasei street rat, the nerve of that scum stealing my future wife! * Vegeta stormed thunderously down to the study.

Marron smirked darkly then unexpectedly burped loudly.

~*~*~

The group was disappointed to see Baba again, they were hoping she would have died; perhaps Supreme Kai would have given them an award. They all turned to the abrupt entrance of a very angry Vegeta. They all could sense the fire and brimstone in the demonic Armageddon gaze of his; somebody was in trouble… To be continued...

R/R the more I get the faster I write! … Okay that's not true but it does help!