Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 3: Special Sauce

Written by: Satanspinner67

It had bad been a week since the funeral. But the questions everyone was asking were still unanswered. Vegeta remember Finch from the party and picking him up on the street........... But why would he kill Bulma? What was the point?

Goku was on the couch holding Chi-chi in his arms as she cried, she had cried almost everyday they were over to see Vegeta and the kids. She missed Bulma very, very much. They were the best of friends after all......... And Kakkarot, he was always here with her. It made the prince wonder if Goku thought of them as friends.... Best friends, or maybe even something more.

Vegeta shook off his thoughts of Kakkarot and brought them back to Bulma. He didn\'t get any of it.... Why her? He had nothing to do with the company, did he? No. Vegeta knew that. But what else could it be? What else did he want?

Vegeta\'s head snapped towards the front door when he heard the doorbell ring. He uncrossed his arms and stopped in mid pace, marching to the door.

He pushed it open and a man stood there. His messy blond hair played in emerald, shiny green eyes. They stared down at the prince with a smile and caring glow.

Vegeta twitched before speaking. \"You must be the detective.\" The young man nodded and his smile grew wider as he stuck out his hand.

\"Yes. I\'m detective Anton Rellikeht. Pleased to meet you, mister.....\"

\"Vegeta. My name is Vegeta.\" There was a cold tone to his voice and he pulled his arms across his chest, leaving Anton\'s hand stretched out to him.

The detective pulled back his hand and the smile faded from his face. His head tilted to the ground as he spoke.

\"I\'m so sorry for your loss, sir.\" Vegeta felt sorrow in the detective’s voice as he spoke........ Sorry!!!! How could HE be sorry!? He doesn\'t know what it feels like!! He knows nothing!

Vegeta was yelling in his head but his eyes were clouded as he studied the man before him. Anton seemed to do the same. Suddenly, their silence was interrupted by Goku. He stepped next to Vegeta and kindly invited the man in.

Anton nodded and slipped past Vegeta. The prince closed the front door and followed them both.

When they were in the living room, Anton slipped off his coat and Goku offered out an empty arm with a smile. Goku hung it on one of the coat hangers and turned back to Anton as he began to speak.

\"I have come here to report to you some things about the case,\" His eyes darted over to Vegeta for a moment and he continued. \"Since we have been searching your home and the death scene for about a week and a half now, we have found some very important clues. The first,\" He held up his index fingers as the others twisted into his palm.

\"The name Finch. You said you invited him to stay with you the night of the murder?\" Vegeta nodded at him annoyed. He had been asked that question too many times.

Anton nodded as he reached over to his coat and pulled out a small notepad and pen. He flipped it open and put the writing utensil to his lips as he glanced through what he had already jotted from the file.

\"You gave a description of him, didn\'t you?\" The prince nodded again. The detective was in thought for a moment longer, he raised his head and looked at the three people in the room. Chichi rose from the couch and took her place at Goku\'s side. She was silent as the tissue in her hand began to dry her salty tears.

\"This man has killed before. Many times actually....... But he is always changing.\" Vegeta scowled at his babblings.

\"What do you mean he always \'changing\'?\" Anton looked at him before he began to pace a bit.

\"His appearance is always different. He wears make up, contacts, fake eyelashes, and skin attachments. He changes his attitude, sometimes puts on an accent, and dyes his hair. The list could go on but we have no time for that.\" He waved his hand in the air, dismissing what he had said.

\"The point is, Finch is on the move. We found he has taken Mrs. Briefs address book. That means he has phone numbers, addresses, and maybe even e-mails to ever single person in there.\"

Goku and Vegeta gasped and looked at each other. Chichi broke down into sobs again and clung tightly to Goku\'s shirt.

\"Shit.\" Vegeta murmured to himself. How could this happen!? How could he have let it? Now everyone was in danger and the royal knew it was his fault.......... He probably could have stopped all of this but he didn\'t. He was off guard and he didn\'t even see it coming. HOW COULD HE BE SO STUPID!!!!!!!!

Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts as the detective began to speak again.

\"Have you noticed anything else missing? Anything at all?\"

The prince\'s mind raced as he tried to think. His eyes scanned the room. Realization hit him and his eyes grew large.

One of the pictures was missing from the shelf near the kitchen........... Vegeta pointed to the shelf with a shaky hand and fear rose inside of him. The picture was of Kakkarot. The way Finch stared at him……… the way he touched him…….. Finch was after Kakkarot...............

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I’m walking down the street now. The cool wind hitting my face almost painfully. Pain...... The wind knew nothing of pain, but then again, who did? The other did. He knew pain. And he tossed it on others everyday of his life! THE BASTARD!!!!!! Oh, how I hate the other. He knows pain but nothing of Goku. Yes, Goku my love, my muse........... The other is cruel to him. He calls him Kakkarot; he taunts and defies him...... But he will never beat him, he will never be better. But I have more important things to worry about besides the other.......... I found out that the man who killed that blue haired bitch was after my Goku..... How dare he! But supposedly this man liked to change for every crime; so, I need to start taking from the list of suspects that could possibly hurt my Goku. Really, it could be anyone.

I looked down at my hand as it came out of my coat pocket. In it was a collide piece of yellow paper with red writing on it. My eyes scan over it quickly.

Chichi was the name at the top of my list. I smiled. I had been wanting to get rid of her for a while, but I knew it would make my Goku sad, so I haven\'t. But Now that she might put him in danger, my master might praise me.

I shivered at the thought of him holding me tight against him as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. Yes, I would have that soon. I swear no one will stop me, especially the other.

As I neared the dirt road leading out of town, I picked up my pace. The night was young and I had to hurry to the Son house before that bitch wasn\'t all alone anymore.

I glanced down at the open folds of my coat and my hand reached into the darkness of it. When it came back into the moonlight, it held a mask. A clown mask that I had taken from a child a few hours back. The grinning face of my disguise was decorated with droplets of dried blood and I smiled as I caressed its sharp features.

The little boy didn\'t want to give it up at first, but after his head was full of lead, he didn\'t complain much.

My fingers made their was past the rainbow colored hair to the fabric of the clowns hat. I shook it gently and the bells at the end rang sweetly. It\'s perfect........ even though I hate hiding. But then again if I succeed in saving my Goku, I would no longer have to hide behind the sound of bells.

I slipped the mask onto my face and then the connected hat over my hair. I neared the house. Inside, I could see Chichi moving about the kitchen.......... it was the only light on in the house. She was alone. I smiled beneath the hard plastic. I knew all my problems would be fixed soon enough.

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Chichi sighed as she pulled the pizza out of the oven. Where were those boys? It had been over and hour ago that she had called Capsule Corp. telling them she wanted them home for dinner. But she gave a smile as she glanced at the 10 home made pizzas she had cooked up. All of them looked delectable. Smothered in cheese and multiple toppings, they steamed as they sat on the table, ready to be devoured. The black haired woman flopped into a chair and fanned herself.

It had been a long day. Many headaches and tears. But still she couldn\'t stop thinking of Bulma. Her best friend.......... Murdered. It almost didn\'t seem possible to Chichi for some reason, but it had happened and now there was nothing she could do about it.

A tear slid from her eye and she wiped it away. She wouldn\'t start crying again.

Chichi stood and walked over to the counter. She opened one of the draws and pulled out a sliver pizza cutter. She twisted the handle in her palm and the blade glistened in the light of the room. A smile tugged at her lips again as she made her way over to the table. But she stopped. There was silence......... all except for one noise.

\'Bells?\'

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I watched her closely from the window. Silly wench didn\'t even notice me there. Oh, but she would notice me now. Carefully, I stepped from my spot and slid through the back door. It closed behind me quietly and I glanced around in the dark. I was in the laundry room. A small light came in from the other side of the room and I made my way towards it. I glanced into the cracked door and behind it was the kitchen.

I think she heard me. No matter, it would all be over soon anyway. She looked my way and I shoved the door open. A gasp escaped her and she dropped the beautiful tool in her hand. I rushed over and snatched it up before it hit the ground. I examined it as she stood still in utter shock. But I glanced at her and she screamed. I growled as I smacked a hand over her mouth.

She struggled, but I only chuckled at her sad attempts to get away. She was done for.

I held her against my chest with one arm and with the other; I shoved most of the fresh pizzas off the long wooden table. She began kicking and I got annoyed. So, I slammed her body on the table. I heard her skull crack on the hard surface. Blood drained from her head and I could feel myself trembling with excitement as it rushed out, staining the wood. I looked around eagerly for something to finish her off with. Ah! How could I have forgotten?

I glanced down at my hand to see the pizza cutter still firm in my grip. I looked back at her. She was laying there, helpless, pathetic. She was barely able to move and her eyes were half lidded and she groaned in pain as her smashed head rolled from side to side. I knew she would still feel every bit of pain that I dished out to her.

I grinned beneath my mask as I ran my weapon over her forehead gently. Then harder. HARDER!!!! It sliced into her skin and she began to bleed. Now she began to scream, but not loud....... no one could hear her. No one. The blade sunk into her flesh and I began to rip it down her face. Past her forehead, between her eyes and then down the sharp bridge of her nose. When I reached the end of it\'s bone, I cut through the rest, and cartilage began to spill from her cut and nostrils, as did the blood. Then down her lips and chin. Soon she was a bloody mess. Her face was sliced down the middle and every time she looked at me, I could see the blood swimming in her eyes. And every time she opened her mouth to let out a pathetic scream I could see the blood staining her teeth and tongue. She was so ugly. But I believe she always had been. I glanced at her and my eyes lowered to slits. I couldn\'t stand her....... Looking at her, feeling her, but most of all, I couldn\'t stand listening to her.

Suddenly all I could hear was her deep breathing and small shrieks. I clenched my teeth.

\"Shut up!\" I told her. But she didn\'t listen to me...... She didn\'t listen. I clapped my hand over my ears.

\"Shut the fuck up!!!\" I demanded louder, but still I could hear her.

Quickly I reached for her torn lip and pulled it to the side harshly. One whole side of her face came off with it. She let out a loud scream this time, but she would be silenced.

I shoved the chunk of skin into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged for a moment............... Then there was silence as her breathing stopped and she lay dead before me. And oh, what a beautiful sight it was.

I stared at her for a moment and ran my finger across her cheek, drenching it with crimson. I spun on my heels and pressed my finger onto the white wall. Carefully spelling out Finch. It wasn’t my name but I can’t have them knowing there are two murderers. When I finished, I glanced back at Chichi’s corpse, feeling a slight weight in my left hand but I ignored it. Then I went practically skipping out the back door and into the night. I hummed a tune as I fled away from the house. When I was enough away, I slowed and lifted my hand to find a piece of blood covered pizza that I had snatched up on my way out. I bit into it and the crimson topping slid down my chin. I smiled with pride in myself. She was dead and I had saved my Goku............ It was kind of sad really. Instead of an \'I love you\' or another sweet coo, the last thing that whore ever heard was the song of my bells........

To be continued...