Beautiful Stalker

Disclaimer: I don’t own DB/Z/GT or any of the characters found in this fic. They are the property of TOEI ANIMATION in Japan and FUNimation in the U.S.A.

“X” indicates spoken dialog

‘X’ indicates thoughts

Rated – R for gore


Beautiful Stalker


Chapter 5 - Horrific Clean Up by Macha



Bulma reached for her screeching cellular phone. She looked at her watch: 8:43 a.m. “Who the hell is calling me?” she looked at the incoming number and immediately realized it was the Sons’ residence. Bulma clicked on the receive button, “Hello?” she inquired.

“Hi Mom,” she heard her son’s voice coming over the phone.

“Trunks. I’m a little busy at the momm..” she was a little irritated that her son had interrupted her current data analysis. He knew that this cell phone was only for emergencies.

Trunks interrupted his mother before she could start to lecture him, “Mom,” he paused. He wasn’t certain how to say this over the phone.

Bulma was a little worried. Trunks voice didn’t sound quite right. “What is it, honey?” she asked, trying to encourage him to spit out whatever it was he had to say.

“Mom, someone’s killed Chichi,” Trunks said. There was a long empty pause on the other end of the line, “Mom? Are you still there? Goten and I came over here hoping to have breakfast, and we found her in the kitchen dead.”

Bulma was still stunned, ‘Chichi is dead?’ thoughts quickly came and went through her head. Where was Goku? Who would did this? Why would they want to do this…, “When? When did you find her Trunks?”

“I think that we got here about five minutes ago. We were a little shocked when we found her. I didn’t want to call the police. They’d be useless if this is some alien out for revenge. Goten is a wreck.”

Bulma was sure that was an understatement. “How Trunks? Did they leave any clues as to how they killed her?”

Trunks looked away from Goten for a moment. They were both currently in the living room of the Sons’ residence. He couldn’t see into the kitchen from here, ‘Thank Kami.’ “That’s the thing Mom. If it was someone out for revenge, I would have thought that they would have used a ki blast, but….”

There was another pause from her son’s end of the line. “Well, if not that then….” Bulma started to ask.


“They used her blender, Mom. Whoever it was that did this, bashed her head in with the glass blender.”

Bulma blinked a couple of times trying to comprehend what Trunks had just told her. The brutality of it just seemed unreal. Her mind went from a thousand miles an hour to dead slow.

Bulma heard Trunks say to Goten, “Why don’t you go outside, kio? I think that you could use the fresh air,” then he was talking to her again, “We could really use someone else here right now. I tried to reach Dad, but he seemed to be in some sort of a fight. I think that he and Goku are sparring again.”

Bulma huffed at that, her mind kicking back into gear. Vegeta was always sparring with Goku. “Uh, just let me gather a few things and I will be over there as fast as the hover car can take me,” she said. She was thinking furiously about what things she should take over to the Sons’ house.

“Why don’t you just have Bra fly you over? It’ll be faster,” Trunks suggested.

That was a good idea. With the plan that was forming in her head time was of an essence. Even if she had to bribe her daughter with a shopping spree she would get Bra to agree to do just as Trunks had suggested. “Alright Trunks. I’ll be over as fast as possible.”

“Okay Mom. I’m going to go and see how Goten is holding up,” there was a pause, “I love you.”

Bulma smiled and choked back a sob, “I love you too, Trunks.” She waited until Trunks had hung up his end of the connection before pressing the ‘end’ button to her own phone: just incase he had needed anything else.

She took a quick look around the lab she was in and decided that there wasn’t anything here that would help her. She walked out of it into the hallway and turned left. A couple of doors later she peaked her head into another lab. Her father was sitting in front a computer screen that had data blinking back at him in colorful displays.

“Hey Dad? Can you do me a favor?” Bulma asked.

Dr. Briefs turned away from the screen and towards his daughter’s voice. “What do you need sweetie?”

“Can you switch the regeneration tank over for human genetics? I know it’s a big task, but I think that we are going to need it soon,” she said.

She received an owlish blink from her father before he replied, “Sure. I can do that. When do you want it done?”

“Can you get it done in an hour?”

Under normal circumstances his daughter’s request would have made him laugh. “Someone’s hurt, aren’t they?” he stated.

“Yes Dad, they are,” Bulma just couldn’t bring herself to admit Chichi was gone. Her friends had always managed to find a way back from the after life, somehow, someway. This couldn’t be real, ‘This isn’t happening,’ the thought pounded repeatedly in her head. The dragon balls were useless this time: even the Namekin dragon balls. Chichi had been wished back to life once by both pairs. She needed a little time to think. And she was going to give herself as much time as possible.

“I can’t promise that I can switch it over in the hour you are asking, but I will do it as fast as I can,” he paused, sensing that this was a touchy subject for his daughter, “Who Bulma? Who’s hurt?” he had a sneaking suspicion that it was her ex-boyfriend Yamcha. The only other two people he could think would cause her this much worry were Goku and Vegeta, but they were sayians and she had asked that the regeneration tank be switched over to human genetics.

He was shocked when she answered, “It’s Chichi, Dad. Trunks called me from Goten’s parents house. She’s in trouble.”

“Alright, I’ve got this covered. I know you have more preparations to make. Go,” her dad said.

She turned and walked out of the lab, “Thanks Dad,” she hollered over her shoulder while hurrying down the hall.

She had one more stop to make before she talked Bra into taking her over to the Sons’ residence. She turned into one of the many storage rooms. “I know that I put the preserving capsules in here.” The lights flickered on as she walked into the room. She started looking up and down the wall of safety deposit looking files.

She found what she was looking for in the middle of the second wall of the room. Pressing a button, the lock box slid open containing a capsule container and its capsules inside. She pocketed the container. She checked over the rest of the room and its contents. Twice more she opened files and retrieved their contents.

As she left the storage room, the lights flickered out. Once again she hung a left, heading for the stairs for the first floor of her home.

She came out of the laboratory basement straight into the kitchen. Her mom was busy making some breakfast and mixing up another batch of cookie dough. As good as the food smelled, Bulma didn’t want to eat. Her stomach refused to think of food as a good thing.

“Hi Mom, have you seen Bra?” she asked the aging blonde.

Bunnie smiled sweetly at her daughter, “I think she’s in her room. She just grabbed a stack of pancakes and a thermos of coffee. She said something about making a phone call.”

Bulma nodded her head, “Thanks Mom. I’ll be back in a little while. I’m going to see if I can get Bra to take me over to Goku’s house,” Bulma really didn’t want to explain much of the situation to her mother. ‘That could take hours. Hours that I don’t have.’

“Okay! Tell him and Chichi I said hello,” Bunnie turned back to her domestic pursuits. She didn’t notice her daughter’s sudden frown.

Bulma hurried up the stairs and towards her daughter’s bedroom. She knocked on the door. ‘Heaven forbid I come in unannounced.’ She recalled the screaming fit that had ensued after her daughter’s 17th birthday, the first time she had walked right into the young ladies room.

“Yeah?” Bulma heard her daughter’s voice over the music.

She turned the doorknob an entered Bra’s room.

Bulma heard the last part of Bra’s phone conversation, “She’s never going to get him. I don’t know who she thinks she’s kidding. She wouldn’t ever be worth His time or His appetites.”

Bra looked up as her mother entered. ‘Crap, she’s all serious. What did I do this time?’ The teenager thought to herself. ‘Or maybe it’s, ‘What didn’t I do?’’ “Hey Marron. I got to go. My Mom needs to talk to me,” Bra held up a hand hoping to stall Bulma from saying anything while her friend might still hear. “Alright. I’ll talk to you later tonight. Bye.” She hung up the phone in its cradle.

“Bra, I need you to take me over to Goku’s house,” Bulma stated. Totally ignoring the fact that Marron should be in school.

“Why? Can’t you just use the hover car?” She couldn’t believe she had just hung up the phone for this.

“Bra, Chichi is dead. Trunks and Goten just found her. I need to get over there as fast as possible,” Bulma told her daughter.

That shocked the hell out of Bra. She sat there stunned.

Bulma took her daughter’s silence for indifference to the situation, “Look, I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, if you’ll take me there.”

Bra’s cheeks reddened in anger, ‘She can’t possibly believe that I am that shallow. “I’ll take you there,” she told her mom, barely holding in her temper. “How did you find out?” she asked while pulling her boots on.

“Trunks called me from over there. He said that he and Goten had stopped in and found her,” Bulma explained.

Bra took a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Deciding that there wasn’t going to be anyone over at the Sons’ residence to impress, she stepped around her mom, “Coming?” she asked.

Bulma’s only response was a humf noise of disdain.

They made there way back down the hallway. They both waved at Bunnie on their way by, but didn’t say anything. Then they were out the front door and into the yard. “Grab on around my neck. Just try not to choke me, okay?” Bra directed.

Bulma took a quick glance at her watch, 8:57 a.m. ‘Dang it! We’re taking too long.’ Then she did as she was instructed. “Okay, here we go,” Bra warned her.

Bulma closed her eyes and held her breath. Bra wasn’t very experienced with this sort of travel yet. The scientist in her wanted a vehicle she could depend on. The mother in her said to trust Trunks and his belief in his sister. ‘I hope he’s right about this one.’

Bulma opened her eyes when it felt as though their ascent had ended and they had leveled out. It was only then that she noticed that both she and Bra were wearing skirts. Bra’s of course being much shorter. “Bra, dear? Do you always wear skirts while flying?”

Bra rolled her eyes, “Don’t worry mom. It’s tight enough, it’s not going to flap anywhere.”

This didn’t comfort Bulma any better.


~o0o~


Bulma was relieved to have her feet once again touching solid ground. Although the flight over here had been much faster, she had plans on asking Trunks to be the one to take her back to Capsule Corporation when they were done here.

“Over here Mom,” she heard her son say.

Trunks and Goten were sitting in the shade of a near by tree. Although there were no tears currently on the youngest Son’s face, Goten sported red puffy cheeks and blood shot eyes. They were both sitting on the ground, Goten’s head resting on Trunks’ shoulder.

“Goten, you look terrible,” Bra blurted out. The only saving grace to that most observant remark was the sincerity and sympathy she said it with. She quickly walked over to where both men sat. She sat on the opposite side of her brother, “Mom’s going to need you to show her in,” she said to Trunks, “I’ll stay with him.” She gently pulled Goten her direction. He was almost catatonic, and didn’t even resist her.

Trunks stood up and stretched. He gave his sister a grateful glance and hurried over to where his mom was standing at the doorstep. He took in a deep breath to steel himself. “It’s not pretty, Mom,” he stated, looking Bulma straight in the eye.

Putting up a façade of confidence, she nodded her understanding. Trunks opened the front door and stepped in. His sayian nose picked up two scents in the air. The first one was of hot metal. The first smell over powered the second one. One he hadn’t noticed, it was such subtle tint in the air: death. ‘It didn’t smell like this earlier,’ he thought to himself. His eyes widened, “Mom, I know that this is going to sound strange, but I don’t think that Chichi had been dead all that long before Goten and I got here. There wasn’t any of these smells at the time.”

Bulma’s mind was quick to understand what Trunks was saying, “I hope you are right Trunks. That could mean a lot.” Another glance at her watch told her that it had taken Bra twenty minutes to make it over here. ‘That’s a far cry better than the hour it would have taken in the hover car.’

She headed in the direction of the kitchen. Although Trunks hadn’t said that’s where they had found Chichi’s body, Bulma knew the other woman well enough to know the kitchen was where she spent most of her time. ‘Stubborn. I told her I would make her some cleaning and cooking bots,’ Bulma reminisced.

Bulma hesitated before she ever crossed into the kitchen. There was blood pooling at the edge of the hallway. She didn’t want to look around the corner. To see the carnage her son had tried to warn her of, but the evidence that it was much worse than he had let on was pooling right there. A dark, an almost black, red bled over from the white tiles of the kitchen floor to the wooden planks of the hallway. ‘What I wouldn’t give to be apathetic in situations like this,’ she wished to herself.

Trunks noticed his mother’s hesitation. “I’m going to go and see what smells so hot in there,” he said, hoping his confidence would rub off on her. He stepped over the congealing blood and into the kitchen.

Bulma couldn’t let him go in there alone. She stepped around the partial wall that separated other rooms of the house from the kitchen. She saw Trunks walking over to the stove and turning off a red-hot burner. ‘It’s lucky this place didn’t burn down.’ Then she looked to the floor to where Chichi’s body was laying prone.

It was difficult to look at the dead woman’s face. Not only was her skull crushed in, like Trunks had described, but more than half of her face was burnt and peeling. Blisters were still welling on portions of her face and neck, as though her dead body was trying to heal itself of the second and third degree burns. Shattered bits of red died glass lay on the floor. Even more grotesque were the noticeable jagged edges of the same material still stuck in her skull and brain matter. Bulma turned from the sight as she felt her stomach heave. She clutched at her abdomen and willed her body to behave itself.

Meanwhile, Trunks was taking in other portions of his surroundings. He noticed for the first time the blood splattered upon the walls. Chunks of bone accompanied the two dimensional red with three dimensional ivory. He tripped over a frying pan that was lying on the floor in his preoccupation. His quick reflexes and use of ki for levitating were the only things that kept him up as he slipped in a cold mass of lard and fried bacon on the floor. “Ahhhh!” he yelped.

“Ahhhhh!” Bulma hollard in response, not expecting something so sudden when the tomb like atmosphere had been interrupted. Her hands went from her stomach to her heart. “Shit. Trunks, be careful,” she admonished.

Trunks only nodded in response and set himself back on his feet.

Bulma took out one of the containers of capsules in her pocket. She took one of the capsules out of that, and with an expertly flicked wrist, released it. There was a poof of compressed gases and then a preserving capsule was lying on the kitchen floor of the Sons’ house. “Help me put her in here,” she said to Trunks.

Trunks nodded. He walked over and picked up the lifeless body as Bulma opened the glass lid. He grimaced as he set the body of his kio’s mother into the casket looking device. It was then that he finally noticed two other injuries. One was her missing hand: the stump of her arm leaving a trail of blood along his shirted chest. The other…Chichi’s head lulled to the side in a sickening way: evidence that her neck was broken.

A tear slipped from Bulma’s eye as she noticed the same deformity. “Who could have done this,” she asked no one in particular.

Trunks shook his head. He didn’t have the answers. ‘Maybe I should have called the police,’ he thought. The evidence around the room was suggesting that this wasn’t one of the sayians former enemies at work.

Bulma closed the lid of the casket and pressed the recapusle button. There was a popping noise and the ruin of Chichi’s body was hidden from their eyes. She placed the capsule back in its container.

As she took another look at her surroundings she came to a decision. She took one of the other capsule containers out of her pocket. She pulled out several of the capsule it contained, pressing the buttons and throwing them to clear spots on the floor. Trunks saw that she had released several cleaning bots. “We’ll let them do this dirty work,” is what Bulma told Trunks when he looked at her for clarification. “I am going to go out and tell Bra to take Goten back home,” she pointed at the blood staining his clothing when Trunks started to protest, “He doesn’t need to see that right now.”

Trunks nodded, “Or smell it. I don’t know how he’d react either way,” he said. He waited in the house while Bulma stepped outside to talk with Bra. The cleaning bots were already hard at work. He stepped back into the living room, not wanting to watch the grizzly task.

Bulma came back to the doorstep, “They are on their way.”

Trunks walked outside and picked his mom up. Without saying a word he headed for home.

Out of reflex, Bulma looked at her watch. It read 9:37 a.m. ‘This has been the longest, most chaotic hour of my life, and it still doesn’t add up to sixty minutes.’ More tears followed the first she had shed earlier.

If only she knew what chaos was bringing to her doorstep.