Get Psycho

Get Psycho

Chapter 9: Hope?

Written by:Agent 182

Blue eyes burst open. A sore body quickly sat up, a moan escaped his lips. Trunks rubbed his eyes, each motion done slowly. He glanced around, he was under comfortable blankets, and no one else was in the enclosed space. One word escaped his lips, "Goten . . ."

The door to his bedroom swung open, the first thing he noticed was the black flame shaped hair. "Dad . . ." He croaked weakly, his father movedr tor to him. The teen's body was still weak from the relaxant in his system.

"Trunks." Vegeta's head lowered as he saw sad eyes.

"Where's Goten? H-how did I get here?" The young demi-Sayian asked; his throat strained to get each word out.

Vegeta sighed heavily, he didn't want to tell his son the terrible news, but he had to. "He's gone." So, he didn't tell him straight out. He was traumatized enough.

"Gone?" It was followed by a brief silence as the information sunk in. Blue eyes filled with tears as realization hit him. "H-he's dead" he whispered in disbelief. His father nodded.

"The detectives are here and Kakkarot . . . he isn't well . . ." He trailed off. Trunks slowly put his feet over the side of the bed. Vegeta helped his son stand until he had balance. "They want to ask us some questions." Trunks followed his father, with every step his body cried out; but he ignored the pain the best he could.

They soon entered the large living room. The two detectives turned to face them as they walked in. Anton forced a smile onto his face, as did Alex. The young Sayian looked pitiful. His eyes were bloodshot and he was obviously in pain, his face contorted with every step. "Please, take a seat." Anton motioned for them to sit at the couch. They did so. He waited for them to get situated before beginning. "Good, now that you both are awake we'll begin questioning you. If you feel as if you can't continue, we understand and we'll discontinue the questions. Alright?" They nodded. "First, you both need to give us a detailed description of the man you saw." The other detective, Alex had a pen and paper in hand, ready to jot down any important information.

"He spoke to us, he was practically slobbering all over Kakkarot. He said his name was Jay Wren and that he used to work at Capsule Corp, but he then worked at the cemetery. I could have sworn I've seen him there before . . ." The detectives then looked over at the teen.

Trunks' forehead creased. "Uh . . . he had brown eyes and hair, about as tall as Goku. He talked very seductively. It was strange; at first, he was interested in both of us. But he started talking about light and weird crap like that. It was almost as if he didn't see me any more, he had this strange look in his eyes when he looked at Goten. He then, stabbed him in the neck with a syringe. He collapsed soon after that. I tried to wake him up but . . . then I was here. I don't recall anything else." Trunks' frown deepened.

Anton looked over at Alex for a moment. "This light? What was he referring to?" Alex asked.

Trunks shrugged. "I have no idea. He said something about it not being as bright . . ."

"What the hell?" Vegeta finally spoke up. His eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"I've heard this before." The Sayians looked over at the blonde detective, looking for some sort of an answer. "One of the past Victims, Heather Matthews. Back when I first got the case. This is just like what happened to her. Everyone close to her died. Her family and friends, all brutally murdered. She came to me and told me that she had been receiving strange phone calls from someone that called themselves Finch, but at the time, we didn't know she was linked to the murders in anyway. She did happen to be very close to everyone that died but we didn't make the connection at the time. She told me that the man on the phone didn't call himself anything until after a few of the murders. Five to be exact. A name showed up to describe him. Finch. I don't know why they called him this, but then he called himself that. She said the man would taunt her and say sexual things. She told us that had been going on for sometime but she was too scared to mention it, but Finch, hardly said her actual name. He called her light, or 'The Light'. She was scared so she came and spoke with me. She was a complete mental wreak. But the man had never actually attacked her or done anything. It was almost as if he didn't want us to know about her." He paused. "She left. The next day I called her to see if she was alright but we got no answer. I had told her to stay there, but she may have went to another friend's home, but all her close friends were dead. We went to her house immediately. Alex and five others were with me. Her house was- well trashed. It looked as if a hurricane had went through it. There was blood splattered on the walls . . . but no body. Nothing. There wasn't even enough blood to have killed her. All the victims had bleed to death. So, we crossed out strangulation. There was one clue that we found. Each letter of the word Finch was written on plates. Each one had a clue written on it. It wasn't in her blood, but the people that had previously died. Five clues, five victims. We followed each clue but found nothing. We were at a loss until a package was sent to the prescient. It was addressed to us but it didn't say whom it was from, but we knew. It was written in blood. Her blood. After getting it checked with the bomb squad, it turned out to be her . . . her heart." Vegeta and Trunks gasped. "Finch was written inside of the box repeatedly. We soon received other parts, but then it stopped. Finch seemed to disappear. For a month, there was nothing. No murders. Then it began again. But they seemed completely random, and they were, none of the people knew each other, they never met each other or seen each other. It was random. But he still let us know it was him. Some people went missing and no body ever turned up. But we assumed they were killed. There had been no males killed. None. Until recently. The first was Krillian. Which I thought was strange. His brain was missing . . ."

Vegeta clenched his jaw, "but what does this have to do with Kakkarot? And why the hell did Finch call her the light?"

Both the detectives shrugged. "Has he received any phone calls from Finch?" Alex asked.

"He has. And there are cuts on his lips and cheeks, but he doesn't recall how he got them, he was gone for about an hour . . ."

"You don't think-?"

Vegeta cut off the brunette. "I found him on the porch unconscious. If that bastard wanted to kill him, he could have. He's just fucking with us. I can feel it. He was in the house last night. I was there! How could he get past me? He was in Kakkarot's room!! He planted the body in there. How the fuck did he know it was his room and how did he get in??" He shouted.

"I really don't know. We have yet to figure this out. He could have slipped through a window. Or walked in the back. He may have been following him, so he would know which room he slept in. Or, because it does have his clothes and such in it." After Anton spoke this the Prince felt rather stupid for not figuring that out. He would have slapped himself if the others hadn't been there.

"Dammit, he probably did this when I went and got Kakkarot . . ."

Alex looked up from his notes, "How did you know he was there?"

Vegeta searched through his mind, not recalling how it exactly happened. "I must have heard something. I was very tired at the time. I went and got him. It took a minute or so to wake him. Then, he went into his room. I went into mine and moments later, he was screaming. H-he had Goten in his arms and he was sobbing uncontrollably, he didn't calm down. He remained that way for nearly thirty minutes, he calmed a little, and I put him to bed in my room so he wouldn't have to be by the body. I stayed awake and waited for you two." The detectives nodded.

"It's past noon." Trunks said lowly.

There was a low creaking sound. The group turned to see Goku come into the room. His shoulders slumped. He looked up and saw them. "What's going on?" He spoke softly as he stopped. His eyes met Vegeta's.

"They were just asking some questions. How are you feeling?" Trunks smiled at Goku.

"Okay, I guess. How are you Trunks?"

"Same as you."

"Mr. Son, do you recall anything from last night?" Anton asked the Sayian.

He shook his head; "I can only remember bits and pieces. I- I remember a mirror . . . and- and Finch, he was there but nothing else."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Did he do that to you?"

Goku didn't answer for a moment. "I-I don't know. I was looking for Goten then I fell . . . everything else is blurry."

"Try to remember." Alex said sternly.

Goku searched through his mind, not knowing what was real or a dream. "I don't know." He whispered.

"Let him be. Can't you tell he's in no shape to be asked these questions." Vegeta shouted as he got up and moved to the other Sayian. "Kakkarot, you don't have to answer any questions." Vegeta's eyes softened. "Alright?" Goku nodded. "Good, do you want anything for breakfast?"

"No . . . I'm not really hungry." He looked behind Vegeta and to the others, then back again.

"You can go back to bed if you'd like." Goku shook his head.

"I want to help but I don't know anything."

The group jumped as the front door opened. A man and a woman walked in clad in black suits. Detective Rellikeht sighed in defeat as he saw them. "Dammit." He mumbled. Vegeta looked at the new people then back to the blonde, his eyebrows raised.

They held out badges. The male spoke. "We are from the FBI. This" He looked over to the female. "Is Agent Reilly, and I am Agent Tyler." His cold blue eyes met Anton's. "Detective Rellikeht and Meton, you two are officially off this case, it does not concern you now. You both are to tell my men outside all the information you two have acquired." Anton and Alex moved towards the door. They both looked back and said 'bye' in unison. Then they were gone. Goku stared at the man and woman in confusion. "You must be Son Goku and Vegeta Briefs. My men will be up stairs to search in a moment. You three are not to leave the premises unless told to do so." Vegeta growled in the back of his throat as the man reached up and grasped Goku's chin and roughly turned it to the side, inspecting the wounds for a moment. "I want you to get these cleaned up." Goku wrenched his jaw free and rubbed it for a moment.

He nodded and moved towards the stairs, only to find the others following him, minus Trunks. "Um . . ."

"You can not be by yourself. Mr. Son, it isn't safe." The dirty blonde haired man spoke.

"Do all of you have to follow me?" He emphasized 'all'.

The female agent moved away from them and took a seat next to Trunks on the couch.

The three males went up stairs and to the bathroom. Vegeta and Agent Tyler stood outside of the bathroom as Goku went in and closed the door behind himself. He flicked on the light switch, but nothing happened. He tried again, but the room remained dark. He turned the doorknob but it didn't budge. "Vegeta, the door won't open." His voice was half muffled.

"What?" Vegeta answered back.

"The door, it won't open." He said louder.

The doorknob turned but didn't open. Vegeta would have blasted down the door, but Agent Tyler was right there so he decided against it. "Damn, it's jammed. This has happened before; I knew I should have told Bulma to fix it . . . Hold on Kakkarot, we'll get you out of there, wash your face while you're in there."

" . . .Can't . . . see anything . . ." Vegeta heard. 'There was nothing wrong with the light before this.' Vegeta thought as he turned the knob again. He pushed on it.

"Stand back Mr. Briefs."

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Goku's eyes searched the room; there was light. Something seemed to be glow He He moved towards it. It was the mirror. There was something written on it.

'GOKU, GOKU, GOKU. You taste like heaven, next time; I'll cut deeper.

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His eyes widened, then it all came back. He fell to his knees as the memories flashed through his mind. He whimpered as he felt the glass slice across his lips again and something rough and wet running across them. His whole body shuddered, but the memory faded as Finch disappeared.

The door flew open behind him Vegeta and Agent Tyler rushed in. Goku had tears streaked down his youthful face. Their eyes went to the glowing letters. "Oh shit." Vegeta said as he went to his knees next to Goku.

The younger Sayian looked over at Vegeta, he threw his arms around the Prince. "Oh Kami Vegeta I remember. I remember everything!!!" He sobbed into Vegeta's shoulder.

"Shhh, Calm down." He rubbed Goku's back, trying to soothe him.

Agent Tyler frowned at the two then went back to the words. "What does it mean by you taste like heaven?"

"Shut the fuck up! Leave him alone. Look at him. He needs rest."

"No, he needs to tell us what this means, it could be a clue!" Vegeta stood up, his fist ready to pound the Agent into the ground.

"H-he, he did this to me. He cut my face with glass." Goku spoke weakly from the ground. "T-then, he-" He began to sob again. Vegeta went to his side immediately and began to rub his back. The taller Sayian felt safer. "He licked the blood fr-from my lips"

Vegeta's lip rose in disgust, "I'm going to kill that bastard."

The Agent spoke. "He licked your lips . . . -you need to come with me, there could still be traces of his saliva on you. This-this is- this could solve the case!" At this, Goku was to his feet, Vegeta was too. The three males hurried down the stairs and out the front door to the group of FBI agents.

Trunks and Agent Reilly shortly followed. "Agent Tyler." The red haired woman spoke. They didn't stop until they finally got to a van.

Agent Tyler spoke to one of the men. "I want you to swab this area, it may have Finch's saliva still on it." The man with pink colored hair nodded and directed Goku with him and out of Vegeta's sight. He grew nervous. "Don't worry, he's fine. I trust all of my men with my life."

"Yeah, but I don't trust them with Kakkarot's." Vegeta crossed his arms.

"That's understandable." He looked down upon the Sayian, his eyes narrowing. "You're very protective of him, are you two a couple?"

Vegeta's cheeks flushed pink. "N-no." He wasn't lying; they weren't a couple, to Vegeta's dismay.

The man grinned. "You may not be a couple but I can see it when you look at each other, especially when you look at him." Vegeta's eyes turned to slits as he tried to ignore the man's smooth voice. "I say you should go for him, he needs you right now." At this, Vegeta's eyes softened yet again. Trunks and Agent Reilly stepped next to them.

"What's going on?" They both asked.

"We've got a clue that may help us find out who Finch is."

"Really!!" Trunks' eyes filled with hope.

"Yes." The Agent answered bluntly.

Goku appeared with the pink haired man. "We got a sample, it matches a man that usta work at Capsule Corp, and now, coincidently he works at the West City Cemetery. He matches the description perfectly. Do you want me to send some Agents to arrest him?"

"Yes, bring Mr. Son, Mr. Briefs and Trunks with you to the station to identify the man, I need to go to the cemetery and ask a few questions."

Goku spoke to Vegeta, "I want to stay here. I- I don't want to see him, ever again."

Agent Tyler nodded. "If you wish. There will be an Agent in a vehicle on the other side of the street. If anything happens, which it shouldn't, call this number." He handed Goku a card with a phone number written on it. "We'll wait until he's brought in. Then we'll leave, we can't take the chances that he may not be home." He smiled at the Sayian for a moment then looked back at Vegeta. "This is the guy we've been looking for, for three years. We've finally got him." There was silence as they waited for the pink haired man to tell them what happened.

Goku yawned. "I'm tired, I'm gonna go back to bed."

"Kakkarot, you've only been awake for two hours."

"I know; but I'm exhausted."

"Alright then, come on." Vegeta looked over at Agent Tyler who nodded an 'okay.' Trunks stayed outside as Goku and Vegeta went into Capsule Corp. They lazily went up the stairs and into Vegeta's room. Goku immediately tugged his shirt off and he let himself collapse onto the bed. Vegeta watched the other Sayian as he did that. He moved over to the bed and pulled the blankets over Goku. Half open eyes looked up at him.

"Veget. .". ." Goku softly spoke, even his voice seemed tired.

"Yes?"

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Vegeta looked confused for a moment.

"Of course I do. Who wouldn't? . . . .Why do you ask?"

There was silence, and then Goku spoke again. "Finch said I was beautiful. And that I- belonged to him."

"No! That's not true. You belong to whom ever you want to." Vegeta ran his fingers through Goku's ebony hair.

"Can I belong to you?"

"If you want."

"I want to."

"Alright then Kakkarot. You belong to me." Vegeta mentally danced. He had waited for this moment for so long but he felt something was wrong. "I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of you."

Goku's head cocked to the right. "Why would I think that?" Vegeta shrugged.

"I just want you to feel safe."

"I only feel safe around you." His hand snaked up and around the back of Vegeta's neck. He pulled him close and into a hug. "I feel safe now that they've found Finch!"

Vegeta watched as tears caught in Goku's thick eyelashes. They were tears of happiness, not pain. "Oh, I love you Vegeta!" He cried. At his words, Vegeta leaned down and pressed his lips to Goku's, the taste of copper still on the younger Sayian, but a sweeter one drowned it out. Vegeta's knees gave away as he kissed Goku. Finch was right; he did taste like heaven.

There was a knock on the door. Vegpullpulled away quickly and straightened himself. Goku smiled at him. "Don't be gone long."

"I won't" He fixed the blankets.

"Mr. Briefs? Mr. Son are you two in there?"

"Yes, hold on." He turned back to Goku. "I'll be right back as soon as I can. Sleep well." He kissed Goku's forehead and left the room shutting the door behind himself.

The door shut behind Vegeta soundlessly. "Ah, Mr. Briefs, we got him." Vegeta's face lit up.

"Good, lets get the bastard!" He went with the pink haired man and they left for the station with Trunks and Agent Reilly.

To be continued . . .