POV: Goku
I stand outside my house, chopping wood by hand, for the woodpile. The weather is looking ominous this morning. I felt Roshi die early this morning. It wasn't long before Krillin called everyone and were called over. Roshi once told me the Bird of Eternity gave him eternal life, for saving its life, thus the oddity of the situation.
The group and I head over to the Kame House. Roshi's body lays before us, of course the medical examiner asks us to stand back as the corpse is carted to a helicopter to be transported to the coroners office.
On the next day a police officer called each person in for questioning, regarding Roshi's death, which has been deemed a murder. Everyone was a suspect. The odd thing was that he had been bitten on the neck, and drained of his blood.
Dental molds of us all were taken and sent to the lab. I am called in for more questioning, Chichi driving me there.
"Mr. Son, do you know why you are here?"
"To talk about Roshi again?"
"Yes. Some one bit him."
"Really? Who?" I frown.
"That's why we are here. Your teeth are not normal human teeth."
"Oh." I grin my trademark grin.
"Why is that?"
"That's because I'm not human."
"I see." The officer jots down a few more things on his pad.
"Are there any more of you then?"
"Just one other."
"Vegeta Briefs?"
"Yes."
POV: Vegeta
I sit here in the waiting room at the West City Police Station, while the Kakarott is questioned in a room down the hall. The buzzing of the overhead florescent lighting above me is grating on my nerves as I just wait here.
Finally he comes out with the chief, and I am summoned for questioning. Fortunately we can get out of here after this irritating ordeal.
"Have a seat, Mr. Briefs." I sit in the provided chair.
"How long have you known Mr. Son?"
"Twenty four years." I say flatly. The officer jots down notes on a pad.
"What is the nature of your relationship to Mr. Son?" I blink inwardly. I haven't really given it much thought.
"We are sparring companions."
"Ok. What does this sparring entail?"
"Punching, kicking, the usual martial arts." He continues writing notes.
"Is there any biting on the neck involved?"
"No! I'd never let that third class moron do that!"
"Third class? Is that is ranking among your kind?" I raise an eyebrow. This officer is quite astute.
"Yes."
"It is quite obvious from your dental records that you aren't from around here. What are you doing here?"
"Living, like everyone else is trying to do."
"Getting back on track, but a different subject, do you know where your daughter was Thursday night?"
"Yes. She was with her boyfriend."
"Alright. One last question. Where were you between six o'clock a.m. and six-thirty a.m. yesterday morning?"
"Training in my training room."
"Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Briefs."
I am glad to be out of that place. Now I can get back to my training. I have already been questioned already, and they seem to be singling out Kakarott and myself. I am disappointed that I let my temper slip regarding the idea of Kakarott biting me.
POV: Chichi
I lay back on the bed and stare at the calendar on the wall, illuminated by the full moon. It's Friday, June 13 800. I am a bit worried. Goku's rut is due soon, But I am too old to handle it safely. I fall asleep, wearing myself out with too much thought. He is sleepwalking again: The precursor to the beginnings of his heat. I open my eyes blearily in time to see him fly out the window to where ever he's going.
Goten has drunken himself into an alcoholic coma again. I don't know what to do about his depression, but my woman's intuition tells me it has to do with Bulma's youngest still. Gohan and Videl have stayed the night helping with Goten. I hope he can kick that habit. His drinking has really increased since his breakup with Bra.
Trunks will be taking over as CEO of Capsule Corporation on Monday. Everything seems to happen at once around here.
