Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Someone to watch over me... ❯ anyone what jelly or custard filled? ( Chapter 33 )

Someone to watch over me…


The sight that greeted the four unsuspecting guards was beyond words. Vegeta stood in utter shock of the state of the inside of his house was in. The ghastly sight and smell of blood was everywhere. The floor were tacky with the coagulating blood and gore near the entry way, making sticky noises as people stepped in it, trailing it in different directions of the house. Krillin swallowed a rising lump in this throat as the bile tried to come up on it's own. Piccolo studied the total picture, looking as if none of it was even there to bother him. Goku stood behind Vegeta, almost in the same shock as the prince.

"This is what I wanted to show you gentlemen. This house belongs to you Vegeta?" Mackay asked slipping on a pair of medical gloves over his pudgy hands.
"What the fuck happened inside my house!" Vegeta demanded once again, his loud voice scaring everyone in the house to a stand still.
"That's what we are here trying to find out. Now if you'd like to follow me please." Mackay pointed towards the hallway that led down to Vegeta's bedroom and bathroom areas. Sidestepping over a puddle of blood, Vegeta followed first before the others noticed and trailed behind. Flash bulbs popped and blinked inside the room at the end of the hall, the door of the room still busted from where Vegeta broke it down to get to Bulma before they left to go to Hawaii a few weeks back. Cautiously, Vegeta entered the room finding blood smeared all over the once white painted walls, the blinds on the windows tore down in shambled heaps on the floor. The cord of one of the blinds lead from the messy tangle to a lump under what use to be a white sheet now stained crimson.

"Umm, who's under the sheet?" Goku's voice came from behind everyone, his arm extended just above Vegeta's head pointing down to the bloody sheet before them.
"I want you guys to tell me that. I need some positive identification." Detective Northly said as she bent down and pulled the sheet all the way off. Krillin turned his back almost immediately, cupping his hand over his mouth at the gruesome sight.
"Yamcha." Piccolo said, almost too stunned to utter anything else. Yamcha's arms were bounded behind his back with a think rope; deep gashes adorned his arms, most likely from trying to defend himself. The blind cord was wrapped tightly around his throat, so tightly that it cut into the skin. The most unnerving sight was the deep slashes across his chest and abdomen letting his internal organs spill out onto the plush carpet.

"What the hell is that asshole doing in my house dead?" Vegeta spat out in disgust at the whole sight in his bedroom.
"From what we are gathering from eye witnesses that have seen him before this unfortunate incident, he was at a club not far from here. He left with a young woman approximately six this evening. A neighbor called the police when she thought it was funny to see lights on in your house this late at night, but your car not in the driveway. She did mention seeing a dark colored sports car in the driveway earlier in the night. Do you know anyone that owns one?" Northly quoted from her notes, as she flipped the pages of illegible notes she had taken down.
"No, I own a red Corvette. I left it over at the onna's mansion." Vegeta said in a calm tone this time, trying his hardest not to blast everyone that was in his house. Northly nodded her head, her red hair falling down more from the sloppy bun on top of her head.
"We did manage to get the woman's first name. We found her body in the kitchen area almost exactly in the same condition. Marron something or other." Mackay said tossing the sheet back over the body of Yamcha. Krillin jerked his head around with the mention of his ex's name being said out loud.
"I can't believe this is really happening." Goku managed to say, his anger in the situation starting to show along with Vegeta's. But Vegeta's anger and rage was not because of the slaying of Yamcha and his whore, but where it happened. His own house was violated in the worse kind of way.

Bulma grew impatient of waiting outside the house for very long. She was curious to what was really going on inside, so she slide the side door of the van open and got out looking around for the detectives that were with them.
"Hell if I know where they went." She sighed out looking at the bright yellow crime scene tape. She smiled before she dipped underneath it walking towards the front door, police officers and others coming and going not paying attention to her in any way. She followed the flow of people going in, only to stop dead in her tracks when she saw the crimson writing on the wall in front of her as soon as she entered the house.
'Bulma Bitch Die!!!' 'Slut' 'Whore'

"Oh my Kami." She muttered out in shock, her shaking knees trying to move her out of the way only to find her shoes sticking to the floor. Glancing down to find the cause of the stickiness was that of the same color of the writing.
"I think I'm going to be sick, Vegeta!" Bulma stammered out before screaming for Vegeta. With her stomach flip-flopping she mentally kicked herself for being stupid enough to enter the house after being told not to. She could hear Vegeta cursing her all the way down the hall before hearing him stomping out to see her holding the doorframe to keep her upright.

"Onna what the hell are you doing in here?" His voice laced with anger at her for not following orders once again.
"I was looking for you…ugh…" Bulma made herself move out the door to the green grass on the other side of the front porch before she retched her entire contents of her stomach on Vegeta's shrubbery.
"This whole place is crawling in donut packing popos and you can't even keep people out that don't belong in here." Piccolo bellowed out. A short dark man came from the kitchen carrying a box of donuts in one hand while the other held out a glazed donut.
"Yes I did come packing donuts, anyone want custard or jelly filled?" Piccolo almost had a heart attack after reading the nametag on the officer. 'Mr. Popo.'
"Oh, do you have one that has sprinkles on it? Those are my favorites." Goku grinned as he advanced on the officer to check out the contents of the box.
"I don't know how Goku does it, he can eat anything and anytime. If I was to eat right now, I'd be outside next to Bulma losing my cookies too." Krillin said while placing his hand over his stomach at the thought of it.
"Onna, you better not be puking on my bushes!"
"No, but I'm afraid I puked on a yard gnome though."

Bulma decided for the best to return to the van for her own well being until they left. Vegeta stood on his lawn his ever-present scowl of disgust on his face as he watched people carry out the bodies that were found in his house out to a waiting morgue van, happy dubbed the 'meat wagon' by some of the officers that passed by. Mackay and Northly stood in the driveway comparing notes with one another while the four guards watched on.

"Vegeta, this is starting to look bad here. Where did that blood come from before you came up to get Bulma?" Goku asked as he watched the body of the woman being brought out on a stretcher.
"Do you really think I would do this?" Vegeta hissed as he pointed to his house before he shook his head and continued.
"I might hate that weakling for the shit he's done to the onna, but I would never do such a thing in my own house. IF I did something like this I'd make sure I got rid of the bodies." His evil smirk came back to his lips as he thought about disincarnating bodies flashed through his head.

Mackay and Northly had been listening to the four men secretly, taking down notes on their behavior since they arrived at the station. The mention of Vegeta arriving back to the penthouse covered in blood set off alarms for both detectives, finding Vegeta as the most likely suspect in the case so far.

"You think he's hiding something?" Mackay asked his partner as he finished the last bite of donut, wiping his hands down the sides of his dress pants to rid them of crumbs.
"He might be. Seems pretty edgy, might be for a good reason, but something about what he just said struck me. It's screaming that he's innocent."
"Northly, let me give you some advice? You're still pretty new on this department, but first instincts on main suspects have always rang true. I think we're looking at the murderer right now."
"Lets just round them up and take them back to the station. We can do a formal interview with them one at a time that way. See if their alibis match."
"Sounds good, what about the woman, Bulma Briefs?"
"Mackay, do you really think someone that famous would do this? I heard through the grapevine that she's got herself one nasty stalker. 309 precinct said that bomb was pretty professional that blew up half her mansion a few days back."
"So we have one Bulma Briefs that is being stalked, hence all the bodyguards she has around her. One very dead manager that seems wasn't very liked by one bodyguard. Damn this could get messy."
"Stalker could of done this."
"Northly, do you really think the stalker would give up on the one he wanted dead, to only kill her manager?"
"You never know sir, just look at the world we live in."
"Point taken, but I don't think it factors in here. Even with the writing on that wall in there, that could be put there to throw us off the right track."

In the wee hours of the morning, the detectives managed to round up everyone to go back to the station for the formal interviews. Bulma and Goku had managed to fall asleep on the ride back, both of their heads holding the other up, both snoring lightly. Vegeta growled to himself with the close contact Goku had with the onna. He hated anyone that close to her now. He was the only one that should be able to be that close to her anymore, he had his job to do of keeping her safe, but all the while she was weaseling her way into his cold heart.

"Before you all leave for the night, we'd like to take down some more facts. One at a time, who ever wants to go first." Northly requested standing at the door of the room they were in earlier. Krillin looked to each of them before volunteering to go first.
"Out of my way Cueball, I'm going first. I want to get back to the hotel and sleep." Vegeta grunted out as he pushed past Krillin going into the room. After the door closed tightly Bulma came up behind the others to listen, or try to listen to what was being said in the room.

"Does anyone else think he's acting different?" Bulma gestured towards the room with her thumb.
"Only thing I noticed is that he's awfully defensive of us asking where he got that blood on his shirt." Piccolo said as he leaned up against the wall, closing his eyes.
"Well he wasn't out of anyone sight right? I mean he couldn't of done that to his own house. Is that all that happened in there? Just blood and gore to scare him and me?"
"Bulma, they found Yamcha and some girl murdered in his house." Goku spoke out solemnly to her.
"What? Yamcha was supposed to be at his house recovering from that gunshot wound. It's has to be someone else." Bulma said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"It was him Bulma, that's another reason why we were asked to come down here. We had to identify the body."
"You're all wrong, he can't be dead!"
"Bulma stop it, don't get hysterical on us now." Piccolo snapped out, grabbing her hands that were balled up into fists ready to strike anything within range.
"Vegeta killed him didn't he?"
"No, I don't think he did. But he's acting strange though." Krillin said trying his best to keep a calm and cool.
"No stranger then usual though, I think it's the stalker trying to prove a point. He's close and will do anything."
'Oh my Kami, I could be sleeping with a murderer.'