Get Psycho

Get Psycho

written by: Agent 182

Chapter 4: So many questions. No answers

The front door to the Son's house slowly creaked open. The delicious aroma of freshly cooked pizza reached the two Sayians' noses. A smile appeared on both of their faces but they faded as another scent closely followed it and quickly over powered it. As they neared the kitchen, they both almost fell back, a tangy scent growing with every step. Fear rose in Son Goku's heart; the same happened to his youngest son, Goten. They rounded the corner and stepped off the carpet and onto the tiled floor of the kitchen.

Goku immediately froze as aloughoughts faded.

Goten let out a strangled gasp as his eyes rested upon his mother's corpse.

Her body laid on the wooden table, now stained with crimson. Red dripped from the edges and splattered onto the once clean floor.

Skin hung from the corner of her agape mouth. Her own flesh shoved viciously down her throat. Cutting off her air supply and ripping her life away. Her lips that were once a soft pink are now a pale blue. What was left of her face was now ghastly pale. Livor mortis had set in. The murderer's weapon of choice had been set aside, ruby dripped off the sharp rounded blade.

Her eyes were wide with fear. Blood swirled in her black eyes. Her cheeks still streaked with tears. Tears of anguish, pain, and fear. Her-

Goten's stomach violently clenched as he found himself at the sink, the contents of his stomach spewing into the porcelain.

His father's reaction was much different. His eyes had shifted to the wall behind the table, a name written across it is wis wife's blood.

Finch

A chill ran up his spin as a single crystal trailed lazily down his cheek and off his strong jaw.

*** I'm Finch ***

He knew there was something peculiar about that man but he couldn't put his finger on it. Now he knew. He was a murderer. He killed his wife and had the nerve to flaunt it. He rubbed it in his face so he would know that he did it. He took Goku's wife away.

His lids slowly slid down as son son continued to vomit into the sink. His warm fingers reached down and felt for a thick small paper. He grabbed a hold of taperaper and read over it through blurred eyes. He swiftly turned, his hand reaching for the phone. He brought it to his ear as he pressed in each number. Waiting for a soothing voice.

"Detective Anton Rellikeht's office, how may I help you?" there was a brief silence. "Hello?"

"T-thisSon-Son-Son Goku. M-My wife she's been mur-murdered. Finch he- he uh killed her. It's so-" he held back his tears as his bottom lip quivered, there was a familiar stabbing pain at his temple telling him to shed the tears. But he ignored it as usual.

The detective was quite for a moment, as he tried to digest the information. "Mr. Son- I'm so sorry. I'll be over there in a few minutes try to stay calm. Goodbye." At this, the phone went dead; only an annoying buzz remained.

Goku let the plastic clatter to the floor; he then slowly turned towards his youn son son who was spitting the taste of bile from his mouth. He gently patted his back and steered him towards the living room, whispering calming words. He sat Goten down on the sofa and took a place next to him. Goten looked up at his father through watery eyes. "Who killed mom? It was that guy wasn't it?"

Goku took a deep breath, "Yeah, it was... His name was written on the wall" Goten let more hot tears race down his reddened cheeks.

"Why is he doing this?"

"I donno. I don't know." Goku wrapped his arms around his son until a loud sound caused them to jump.

Someone knocked at the door.

Goku immediately got up and cracked the door open a bit; he peered out to see familiar emerald eyes and golden hair. He opened the door the rest of the way as Anton let himself in. "Mr. Son, my partner and I are gong to search the area for any clues. We need you to stay calm and maybe bring your son outside for some air. Then when we are finished I would like to ask you some questions. If that's alright with you?"

"Yeah... We'll go out front for a while." Goku motioned for Goten to follow him; a tall brown haired man stopped them both at the doorway. His dark brown eyes met theirs, his hand extended in front of Goku.

"Hello, I am Rellikeht's partner Alex Meton. You can call me Alex if you'd like." Goku shook his strong hand. "You must be Goku. I've heard a lot about you. Nice to meet you but I gotta go. I'm sorry for your loss." A smile never grazed his lips as he walked past the two Sayians. Leaving them in silence yet again.

Anton Rellikeht stared at the letters written in scarlet across the wall. A voice shook him from his thoughts, "So.. anything interesting yet?" Alex glanced over at the body. "Oh shit." Then they were glued to it.

"You think this is bad? You didn't see Bulma Brief's body. That was horrible."

"She was a friend with the victim, Son Chichi?"

Anton nodded, still faced towards the wall. "Yes, and her name was in the address book that Finch took."

Alex shifted his eyes to Anton. "Did you search the area yet?"

"No, not yet. I'll start with the body and you can look over the weapon. Put it in a bag. It needs to be brought to the forensics so they can dust it for fingerprints. Then you can search the premises for anything, starting with the kitchen." Their gloves were already on their clean hands so they were ready to begin.

Anton inspected the wound on her face and he flesh hanging from her open mouth, her lips blue from lack of oxygen. "Cause of death is choking on her own skin. It was put down her throat." He gazed into her bloodshot eyes. Noting the complete fear. He sighed as he heard his partner's low voice.

"Hey Rellikeht. Come look at this.." Anton quickly went to Alex's side kneeling next to him. "Look." A single strand of hair rested on the ground. A smile came to Anton's face as he examined the red-orange hair.

"Now we'll have a suspect." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Then ran his fingers through his messy hair. "Put it in a small container and continue your search." Alex did as he was told.

"Maybe we'll solve this mystery sooner than we thought?" The blonde didn't answer him but changed the subject.

"I'm going to ask Goku and his son some questions."

Alex frowned, "So you're calling him by his first name already?" Alex raised an eyebrow. Anton ignored him as he strolled into the living room and opened the front door to see both father and son with untamable hair sitting on the front lawn.

"Goku, Goten, I'd like you two to come in." They turned towards him, got up and followed him inside the silence of the capsule house. Their black eyes avoided the kitchen as Anton motioned for them to sit down on the couch. Anton took out a black ballpoint pen and a clipboard with pieces of paper with his neat handwriting on it.

Goten was the first to break the deafening silence. "Did you find anything?"

"Yes, we did. A small piece of hair. It may help us figure out who did such a horrible thing to your mother. I have a few questions to ask you Mr. Son, if you feel you're well enough," Goku nodded. "The first is did you notice anyone around the house?" They both shook their heads, their hair mimicking their movements. "Did she contact you anytime before you found her?"

"Yeah, she called Capsule Corp to tell us to come home for dinner. Vegeta had already left the house to get his kids food since he hates to cook unless he has to. We waited until he returned, then we left." Goku watched different emotions play across the detective's features, confusion appeared very often.

"How long was he gone?"

"Maybe 15 minutes"

Anton nodded, "Did anything about the call seem unusual?"

"No, everything seemed fine."

His eyebrows furrowed, "I see." He paused as he brought the pen to his lips, gnawing at the end briefly. "Do you have any idea who could have done this?" His eyes met Goku's for a second.

"No..."

He looked over at the youngest Son for an answer. He shrugged. "Damn this guy. The only actual clue we've gotten is that piece of hair and we don't even know if that is reliable." His frown deepened. "I've been working this case too Kami damn long. I want him in jail. Everyone is in danger until he is caught."

"Why did he kill Bulma and... Chichi? They were defenseless." Anton's green eyes met Goku's again; a glint of something passed through his eyes.

"Exactly." He stood up and straightened his black slacks. "Maybe you two should stay with your friend Mr. Vegeta. Stay there until we clean this place up then you may come back. I will notify you immediately if there are any developments. We will find your wife's murderer Goku." He placed his hand on Goku's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze, he went to leave, but a soft voice stopped him.

"How many?"

Anton faced them again. "Excuse me?"

"How many has Finch killed?" Goku's chiseled features softened.

"Counting your wife, Bulma and the woman we found a week ago about 12. And those are the ones we linked to him and the bodies we've found. There are many bodies we have yet to find."

Goku bit his bottom lip, "Okay we'll go over to Vegeta's house."

"Good."

Goku and Goten stood up. "Thanks for every thing." They both went towards the stairs and ascended them. Anton's eyes followed them. He sighed and headed back into the kitchen.

Alex turned towards Anton as he walked in. "This guy is a pro. No fingerprints.. nothing. This place is clean

"I know; he seemed to have thought everything out. But why is he killing them? Why did he kill Mrs. Son?" He tightened his fists as his rage boiled.

"We're ready." Goku chirped from the living room. A lopsided grin was plastered across his tanned face, a small suitcase was held in his hand with ease. His son behind him, a larger suitcase in his hand. Anton stared at them for a moment. "Bye." Goku waved and opened the front door. Him and his son stepped out.

As soon as the door was shut and they were sure no one was looking, Goku put two fingers to his forehead and disappeared with his son.

***

The Prince of Sayians stumbled back as Goku and Goten appeared in front of him. He immediately tried to act as if he hadn't been scared. "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't you leave an hours ago?" He watched their eyes, which were now tainted with grief. "What is it?"

"Mom's dead. That creep Finch killed her" Vegeta eyed them for a moment.

"Your woman is dead?" He asked Goku.

"Yeah.." Goku sighed sadly.

"Did you tell your other brat?" Goku looked down at the ground. "Thought so. Well, what are you waiting for? The phone is in the kitchen." Goku dropped his suitcase and hurried into the kitchen. "If you're going to stay here you'll share a room with the bo-Trunks. Kakkarot will have his own room across from mine. Go bring your stuff up there, the brats in his room playing video games with Bra." He snorted as he exited the huge living room and went into the kitchen.

Goten wondered why Vegeta was being so nice? 'His wife died, so maybe he feels bad for us.' Goten then shrugged it off and climbed the staircase. He knocked on his best friend's bedroom door.

"What?" Trunk's voice was half muffled by the sounds of the game.

"It's me Goten."

The door swung open in mere seconds. "Hey Goten." Trunks smiled, "Why do you have a suitcase?" He pointed at what Goten held.

"Long story, I'll tell you in a sec." He went into the messy room. "I thought you were supposed to clean this place up?"

"Uh hehe." Trunks quickly picked up all the clothes on the ground and shoved it in his laundry basket, instantly the room looked a lot cleaner. "So.. why are you here? Didn't you just go home?"

"My mother- she was murdered by the same guy that killed your mom." Trunks gasped, followed by a higher pitched one.

"Your mom is dead too?" Bra said softly from the floor.

"Yeah, but we can bring them back with the dragonballs."

A smile came to Bra's face. "I know."

"Is your dad here?" Goten nodded. "You can sleep in here on the spare bed. If you haven't ate there is food in the fridge, of course." Goten forced a smile.

"Thanks."

***

Goku pushed in the numbers on the phone and waited until someone spoke. "Hello?"

It was Pan, "Hey Pan. It your dad there?"

"Hi Grandpa, how have you been?"

"Uh.. I've been okay.."

"I'll go get dad." Pan yelled for Gohan as Goku waited, he didn't want to tell Gohan that his mother died, but he had to.

"Hi."

"Gohan, I have some bad news." There was silence. "Your mother was murdered by the same man that killed Bulma."

"WHAT?! Omi! mi! Sh-she's dead? No- it can't be."

"It's true. I didn't want to believe it either. Right now, I'm staying at Vegeta's house for a while. You know, until the detectives are finished."

"Okay... I'll- I donno. I'll tell Pan and Videl and we'll make the funeral arrangements."

"Yeah, I'm not too good at that kind of stuff."

"I know. I gotta go but I lov-"

"Gohan, I want you to be careful okay, we don't know who this guy is going to kill next but try to keep Pan and Videl close at all time."

"Of course."

"I love you son. Bye."

"Love you too" there was a soft click that was accompanied by the dial tone. Goku put the phone on the receiver.

"Kakkarot, you can stay in the room across from mine, but don't clear out all the food just yet." He spun to face Vegeta. His eyes for once were not full of anger but sympathy.

"Thanks Geta. This means a lot to me."

"Feh, it's the least I could do. Now we're both womanless." Vegeta crossed his arms, "get your bag, and I'll show you to your room." They went up the stairs and past Trunks' room, then Bra's. Vegeta stopped at a door. "Here's your room. You can use the intercom system if you want." The taller Sayian nodded. "Kakkarot, are you alright? You seem. I don't know, not your usual self. Even when Chichi died before you didn't act like this." Goku shrugged, a frown still on his lips.

"I'm just worried that's all." Goku opened the door to the room and stepped inside, he flipped up the light switch, the room instantly flooded with light. The room seemed to have been done in red and black. This was Vegeta's old room; he smiled faintly as he sat down his suitcase. "I'm gonna rest for a while."

"Alright but if you need anything-"

"Vegeta, since when are you so nice?" Goku whispered as he slipped off his boots and laid down on the silky blankets of the bed.

"Since now. So, shut up before I change my mind.. Rest easy Kakkarot." He shut the door behind him as Goku's eyes drifted shut.

~ ~ ~

Finch flipped through the thick address book, his dark blue eyes scanning for any familiar names.

He instantly remembered the name Krillian. A smirk came to his face. An evil gleam appeared in his eyes as I wrote down the address. A new victim. He set the book in its secret spot and pulled out his heavy briefcase. Putting in the combination, then opened it. He licked his lips as he gazed down at all his torture devices.

A small saw

A roll of thick tape

Rope

A scalpel

Pliers

An assortment of poisons

Acid

Other types of blades

Sharp blades

Dull blades

A corkscrew

Another pair of gloves

A very handy silencer handgun

A tazer

A lighter

He put in a new pair of handcuffs; the last ones were worn out. These were special; he had gotten them from Bulma's house. Why she needed them? He could only guess. He shut the briefcase. He was ready to take another person off the list. 'Goku's light will go out' he grinned, as he stood up and headed towards the door of his apartment. Quickly running his hands through his black hair. 'This will be fun, fun...'

To Be Continued..