-About Law and Disorder-:  I’ll tell you how it all started. Ilana came home from college during the summer and made me sit in our room and watch old reruns of Law and Order. I ADORE that show now. The witty humor, the funny bad guys, the handcuffs, what’s not to love? People have set the standard for these cop/detective fics and I’ve decided to break ‘em all =D Videl is a homicide detective for the SCPD, working under Captain Son Goku.  Everything is going fine and dandy, until Goku breaks the news to her: She’s getting partner, which happens to be his son. Special appearances will be made by Vegeta (as the District Attorney) his Prosecutor wife, Bulma and their son, Trunks who gets them all the fun gadgets. Krillin is Bulma’s partner in prosecuting and Yamcha and Yajirobie are smart-ass cops who love to bother Videl and try to get laid.

Sounds like a fun place to work right?

-Disclaimer hoedown-

I don’t own Vegeta and that makes me sad

But I do own Leather!Gohan and that makes me glad

So if you want to sue me, just go ahead and try

Because I’ll just make you feel guilty when you make me cry!

Law and Disorder

By CCS Angel00

Brought to you by: Waves and Rocks, baby!

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Case #1: A Prescription for Murder

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Downtown Satan City

Erasa parked her car in front of the apartment building of Nagami Yuu. She quickly surveyed the area, making sure no one that she knew was around and stepped out of her car. Quickly running her hand through her short blond hair, she quickly tugged at the length of her skirt and walked calmly into the apartment building. She frowned as she saw an attractive young main with a long braid rush out of the building, practically knocking her over. Erasa shrugged and rushed to catch the door before it closed, vowing that nothing would be able to ruin her good mood. She sighed in anticipation of seeing her lover. She knew it was forbidden and sinful because he was a co-worker and already married, but maybe that's what made it so exciting. Erasa knew Nagami Yuu's wife was out of town on business and this was the perfect time to see him. Looking into the elevator mirror one last time to check her appearance, she was pleased with what she saw.

Erasa walked the familiar well-worn path to his apartment door; the butterflies in her stomach were fluttering around anxiously. She reached for the bell, ringing it three times (her code, for him to know it was her at the door). Scowling when she didn't get a response, she turned the doorknob opening the door. She looked down in surprise but hurried in the apartment. It wasn't like someone as careful as Yuu to not lock his door.

"Yuu?" Erasa called softly. "Yuu?" she called a little louder. Her heart was pounding. What if someone had broken in? What if they were still here? She quickly surveyed the small apartment, finding nothing missing and no one, including Yuu, in site. "He must have left the door open for me. Aww, he's so sweet," she grabbed a bottle of wine that was one the table, which was already open. "It seems he was expecting me. What a sweetheart." Erasa poured herself a glass and sat on a black leather couch in the living room, making herself comfortable as she waited for Yuu.

Three hours and five glasses of wine later Erasa felt a sharp pang in her stomach. "Augg... I think I drank too much," Erasa collapsed to the floor, her hand over her mouth to keep from throwing up. She felt her body convulsing and the pains in her stomach increased. When she looked down at her hand, she saw blood. As she stumbled to the phone to call 911, she felt one last convulsion and then only darkness.

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Satan City Police Department

Satan Videl felt excited for the first time in weeks. She had to stop herself from skipping to her beautiful black mustang GT convertible, still having an image to keep up. At the age of twenty-eight, Videl was a well respected homicide detective for the Satan City police department. She took her work very seriously, putting it above everything; herself and her dysfunctional love life included.  But, today she felt would be a great day.

There was a new case about a young woman's suicide that might have been disguising a homicide and Captain Son Goku had asked for her in particular to go investigate. It was a blow to all the male egos, which she couldn't have been happier to supply. Then, Goku had called her up late last night to tell her about some "surprise" he had in store for her.

"Am I finally going to get to become a lieutenant?" she wondered as she stopped at a red light, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and liting one. "Lieutenant Satan Videl. I think it has a nice ring to it. Hmph, it would certainly put all those men in their places. Especially those pompous higher-ups," Videl thought with a smirk, taking a long drag from her cigarette.  "I guess my little authority complex doesn’t help matters.  But Vegeta has been one of the biggest male influences on my life, so you would think they would be used to it by now."

She pulled up to her parking space, stepped out of her beloved car and pressed the button on her keys to lock it. Videl straitened out the skirt of her black and grey pinstriped suit. After adjusting her sunglasses, she unbuttoned the first three buttons revealing an off-white collared shirt with a silver tie. She took what was left of the cigarette out of her mouth and flicked it away from her. Walking briskly to the station, she waved to some of the police officers she was familiar with and walked straight to the door on the Captain's office. "Excuse me, sir?" Videl called, knocking on the door.

"Come in, come in!" Goku called.

Videl opened the door and was surprised to see that her Captain wasn’t alone.  He was sitting with a man that looked about her age and bore an uncanny resemblance to Goku.  The newcomer had black spiky hair and dark eyes that hid behind a pair of black plastic framed glasses. Also like Goku, he had an incredibly sculpted physique, so much so that she could notice even with the suit he was draping over it.   And he wasn't horrible looking either.  What the hell was someone else doing when she was about to get a promotion?  Oh well, she’d ignore it for now.  "Sir? You wanted to see me before I went downtown to the recent crime scene."

Goku stood up behind his desk, a proud smile on his face. "Even though we’ve only been working together for a few months, you are perhaps the finest homicide detective I have ever had the pleasure of working with. Have I ever told you that?"

Keep it cool. "Not recently," Videl said with a perfectly blank expression, the one that she has mastered over the years of living with her father.  "But thank you sir."

"And wouldn't it make sense for me to want the best detective in all of Satan city to show a new detective the ropes? You know, hoping they could learn from one another?" Gohan hid a laugh. When had his father become so good at manipulation? Better yet, could he be as good?

"I suppose so, sir. But what does that have to do with me?" This didn't sound like the inauguration of a new lieutenant.

"It has a lot to do with you. Satan Videl, meet your new partner, Son Gohan," Goku made an impressive sweep of his arms.

Videl's took her sunglasses off for the first time, looking right at the Captain. "Are you serious? What did I do wrong?" She twisted a piece of hair agitatedly.

Gohan wasn't sure if he should feel offended by this comment.

"You did nothing wrong! It's just I would feel better knowing you were showing him the ropes. My wife would kill me if her 'baby' got shot," Goku rolled his eyes. "Don't you have anything to say, Gohan?" Goku grinned again.

Gohan held out his hand. "I didn't mean to be rude. It's nice to meet you Ms. Satan. It really is an honor being your partner," his smiled faltered as she looked coolly at him.

"Likewise.”  He could tell by her voice that it really wasn't. "Just Videl is fine." She quickly took out her lighter and lit a cigarette, sitting on the Captain's desk with her legs crossed. She could tell immediately Gohan wasn't a smoker. All the better to piss you off with, my dear. Videl purposely blew the smoke in his direction after giving her superior one last glare.

"And Videl," Goku said.

"What?" she asked. What else could this man possibly want from her? She forced herself to keep a straight face as he held up a “No smoking” sign in front of her.

"You know what that says?"

"Yeah, the same thing as that." She pointed to the no smoking sign on the door. "But I don't give a fuck!" She gave him a sweet smile and turned to his son.” Well? Let's get going Rookie. We have a mystery to solve," Videl jumped from the desk and walked off, leaving her new partner in her dust.

"Err, I would prefer you call me Gohan," he was met with an icy glare. "But Rookie is fine. I'm sure I'll grow to like it." Gohan rushed to keep in step with Videl. "So, tell me more about this case."

Videl pointed to her Mustang. "Get in the car." Lighting up another cigarette she started, "A girl apparently committed suicide last night. Her body was found by a garbage dump across the street from an apartment building," Videl narrowed her eyes. "I think there's more to this case then meets the eye."

"There usually is," Gohan commented dryly, loosening his tie.

As they approached the crime scene, Videl waved to two familiar police officers. "Yo Videl!" Officer Yamcha called.

"Hey," Videl nodded. "This is Son Gohan. My tentative partner."

"She's joking," Gohan gave her a dark look. "I'm her new partner, like it or not."

Yamcha shrugged. "Anyway," Videl looked at the corpse as the EMTs put her on a stretcher. "What’s the deal here?”

Yajirobie looked up from his donut. "EMT reports a fairly high BAC, but not high enough to be fatal.  It wasn’t even high enough to be considered alcohol poisoning. There were no marks or bruises on her body either." He looked thoughtful. "There were blood spots around her mouth though. It was probably an internal thing."

"But why would she commit suicide by a garbage dump?" Gohan wondered out loud.

"Maybe she didn't commit suicide after all," Videl muttered. "Do you know the name of the person that called to report the murder?"

"Uhh..." Yamcha looked down at his pad. "A Nagami Yuu. He apparently works in the same school as her. He said that he was on his way home from the school when he saw the body in the dump. He lives in that apartment building," Yamcha pointed to the building.

"After we get the results from the forensic analyst, I say we bring down Mr. Nagami for a little visit," Gohan stated.

"I think you're right," Videl smirked. "How 'bout 'good cop, bad cop' to get some answers out of our new friend?"

"I bet I know who's going to be the bad cop," Gohan sang.

"You bet right!"

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Forensics Lab

Sharpner took a huge bite out of his turkey hero as he carefully studied the contents of the plastic bag in front him. He quickly wiped the mayonnaise he accidentally dripped on the bag off. Through hours of testing, he concluded that the white substance used to be Valium tablets, about five hundred milligrams each. Taking her drivers license and ID out of her bag he handed them to the two detectives. "Lot Erasa. Sixty-four inches tall, about a hundred and twenty pounds. Age twenty-eight. Teaches art at Orange Start High School. Not married.”

"Well I guess she can't take you to the prom now," Videl said dryly.

Sharpner grinned. "You know you're the only girl for me, babe. I gave you my class ring, remember?" He turned serious. "Preliminary cause of death is an overdose of a benzodiazipene, probably Valium or some other generic product along those lines.  She died at about ten, ten-thirty, give or take, based on the condition of the body, and so on.  You guys have heard all this before.  It looks like a classic suicide. There were no bruises, cuts or signs of struggle. Her clothes were in almost perfect condition except for the two day old bagel with cream cheese that was stuck to her skirt.  No traces of semen or vaginal fluid and no fingerprints anywhere, though we’re still sweeping.”  At Videl’s disbelieving look, Sharpner shrugged.  “If she was crazy enough to kill herself, do you think she really cared about the location?”

"But someone could have drugged her drink, couldn't they?"

Sharpner shrugged. "It's a possibility. I just cut up the dead bodies; the rest is up to you guys. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with what I presume used to be a pretty woman.

"Why did you want to do this for a living again?" Gohan asked.

"It's the only way he could meet girls," Videl grinned.

Gohan rolled his eyes. "I'm going to use the phone to call the station to see if Nagami came down to the station." His eyes widened. "Is this brains on the phone?"

Sharpner looked thoughtful. "That was yesterday's tuna."

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Satan City Politce Department; Suspect Interrogation Room

"Coffee? Cigarette?" Gohan asked, getting into the role of the good cop. "Munchkin?" Yuu shook his head, feeling slightly unnerved by the detective's kindness. "Your loss." Gohan popped a handful in his mouth.

"So, Mr. Nagami. Tell us one more time what happened on the night of Ms. Lot’s unfortunate departure," Videl carefully worded.

Yuu's lawyer, Mr. Naoki nodded at him, giving him the go ahead.

"I already told you," Yuu huffed. "I was coming home late from the school because I was grading papers. When I came home I went to throw out my garbage… and…” he looked down at his hands.  “You know.  That’s when I saw the body.”

"Can you tell me around what time you left school?" Videl crossed her legs and set her gaze on Yuu.

"About eleven thirty," Yuu said.

"Really?" Videl stood up and paced slowly. "Because I have three eye witnesses that say you left at nine. What were you doing for the other two hours and thirty minutes? Perhaps committing a random act of violence against a pretty co-worker?"

"I didn't kill her!" Yuu jumped up suddenly.  “I DID NOT KILL HER!”

"Are we supposed to act surprised every time someone lies to us?" Videl asked Gohan. He shrugged. "Look, Nagami. I've been doing my homework. It says here," Videl looked through his file. "When you were twenty, you were charged with drug possession.  I do find it rather odd that when you were arrested, they found over twenty pounds of Valium and Prozac in your home along with other prescription drugs.   Gohan, what was the cause of death in this case?”

Gohan flipped through papers nonchalantly.  “Hm.  We’ve got a pretty good lab down here, Mr. Nagami, and they’re pretty sure that it was a fatal dose of a little benzodiazepine that goes by the name of diazepam.”

Videl nodded.  “Also known as Valium.  Mr. Nagami here seems pretty familiar with that little sedative.” 

"I DIDN'T KILL HER!" Yuu banged his fist on the table. "I paid for my past and I'm clean. I haven't used since then. I had no reason to kill her. If people think I'm still using, I could lose my job!"

"Tell us," Gohan put his hand on his chin. "What was your relationship with Ms. Lot?"

"Co-workers," Yuu replied.

"And you never spent time with her outside of work?" Videl asked. "Before you answer that, I should tell you that many people have seen you together and they saw her go up to your apartment on the day of her murder." Videl leaned in. "You're a married man, aren't you?" Videl started pacing again. "Let me break it down for you. You were having an illicit affair with her, you didn't want your wife to find out, so you drugged her wine and moved her body to the garbage dump. Isn't that right?"

"No!" Yuu protested in a strangled voice. "I... I loved her. I would never do anything to hurt her!" He sighed, knowing the moment of truth had come. "I did come out of the school at around nine, but NOT to kill anyone. I was meeting up with... an old friend..."

"What kind of old friend?" Gohan asked, taking off his glasses and wiping them with a cloth.

“I can’t tell you that,” Yuu breathed.

“Videl, I’m pretty new here, but what does our friend DA Vegeta like for murder one?”

“Twenty-five to life.  Have any plans for that time span, Mr. Nagami?”

“I can’t go to jail,” his eyes teared.  “I have a wife, I have a three year old daughter!”

Gohan’s eyes flashed angrily.  Videl almost gasped; she’d never seen him angry before.  “Where were your wife and daughter when you were fucking your coworker?  We found her blood stains on your carpet. Care to explain that?" Gohan waved his hand. "Wait, wait.  Let me guess. The blood fairy came and since you were such a good boy this year she left you an extra present." Videl almost fell over. "You said you found her in the garbage dump, but that isn't true, is it?"

"When I came home I found her dead in my apartment. I couldn't let my wife find out I was having an affair so I took her body down to the dump and then called the police.  I know it was wrong!"  he shook tears from his eyes.  “I panicked, I was upset, and I didn’t know what to do!”

"That's hampering prosecution as is," Gohan said. "Our prosecutors will not be pleased about this. And hey, speaking of which, neither will your wife!"

"You won't tell her will you?" Yuu panicked.

"It depends if you cooperate with us.  We’re trying to be patient, Mr. Nagami.  Now, who were you meeting?”

Nagami was spared from answering by a knock on the door.  A beautiful woman with long blue hair and sparkling sapphire eyes entered swiftly.  She carried a leather briefcase, which she placed on the table and opened.  “Good afternoon, Mr. Nagami.  My name is Bulma Briefs, and I’m this state’s assistant district attorney.  I just got off the phone with Sharpner, our medical examiner, and he had interesting news.  They found a partial on the body, and guess what?  It’s a perfect match to you.  I’d suggest rethinking your position of silence.”

Nagami’s eyes widened and he looked fearfully at his lawyer.  Naoko sighed.  “I want my client granted immunity if this goes any further.”

“Man two, five years minimum.”

“Man two!”  Naoko was outraged. 

Bulma narrowed her eyes.  “Your client’s fingerprints were found on the body and the victim was killed in his apartment!  We could indict him for murder one right now, Mr. Naoko.”

“But they’re only partials!”

“Wait,” interrupted Nagami.”

“Yuu!”

“No, it’s alright.  I know who killed Erasa.  It was the same person I was supposed to meet that day.   It had to be the leader of a local drug gang.  He and I go way back.”

“I don’t suppose you were college buddies?”  Videl asked casually, lighting another cigarette.

“I owe him money,” Nagami admitted.  “A lot of money.  He’s been after me for years, and he finally caught up with me.  He told him that I needed to pay up or…”

"Or...?" Gohan asked.

"He would kill me. At around ten I went to my sister's house--"

"What's her name?" Videl asked patiently.

"Fujisawa Ai. She said she would lend me the money. I didn't want to worry her so I didn't want to tell her the real reason I needed it for. I told her it was for a down payment on a new car I wanted," Yuu felt himself tearing up. "I couldn't let HIM destroy my new life. I couldn't let him hurt my family.”

"Who is 'him'?" Videl asked.

"He goes by the name Zarbon. He's usually with Ginyu and his goons. There's no mistaking Zarbon was definitely the brains behind this particular operation," Yuu laughed in spite of himself. "I'm sure they were behind this. Maybe for revenge against me, I don't know. All I know is that I didn't kill her!"

Videl looked thoughtful. "Where can we find this... Zarbon?"

"He owns a club called Ginyu Groove. It’s on the corner of Satan and sixth street. He's usually there doing business at around twelve or so.”

Videl sighed. "We’re done, for now.  Get him out of here.” 

As Yuu and his lawyer left the room with a guard, Videl lit another cigarette and blinked as Gohan looked at her. "Smoking is bad for your health, you know."

"So is pissing me off," Videl took an extra long drag of her cigarette. "So what do you think? Do you think we have enough evidence to indict the cheating bastard?"

Gohan shrugged. "How can we be so sure it was him? He wasn't there at the time of the murder. He was with his druggie buddies, remember? His sister also verified he was there at said time. We got nothing."

"Her blood was on his rug! He admits to moving the body." Videl took another puff. "And of course his sister would cover for him, she’s his sister.  But… I do remember that a witness said she saw a very beautiful man with a long braid coming out of his apartment right before Erasa came out."

"So? We knew he was a cheating scumbag. Now we know he's a freaky cheating scumbag."

"But what if it was Zarbon? What if he planted the drugs in the apartment which was meant for Nagami, but Erasa took it by mistake?" Videl grimaced. "You know what we have to do."

Gohan blinked. "Monitor him?"

Videl restrained her from smacking him. "And where would we go to monitor him?"

"You don't mean... but never in my life have I ever... What would I wear?"

Videl grinned. "Let's go the experts, shall we?"

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Briefs Residence

"For you Videl I'm thinking, trashy, sluttish, reject from the crack whore version of Mulan Rouge. And for you my dear Gohan, I was thinking..." Bulma looked at her husband who was lounging on a couch nearby. Vegeta, the District Attorney for Satan City was trying to contain laughter at ridiculous nature of this little makeover adventure. "A Biggy Smalls, P Diddy, pimp, feathered jacket and gold chains look."

"Oh. Joy," Videl said dryly. "I always wanted to look like Street Walker Barbie."

"Can't we skip the formalities and just shoot him?" Gohan complained.

"That wouldn't be nearly as much fun, now would it?" Vegeta smirked at the forlorn looking pair. He pulled out a camera from the closet and continued to torture them. What could be more fun then torturing Kakkarot's son and his partner? "I think I'll hang these up in my office when the night is through. Kakkarot will probably want doubles."

"Kakkarot?" Gohan asked.

"Your father. College nickname. Fraternity thing. Don't ask." Vegeta grinned. "I haven't seen you this excited since the time you held your boyfriend at gun point," Videl coughed, avoiding any of Gohan's curious looks.

"You are a son of a bitch you know that?" Videl spat at Vegeta as she threw Bulma a cigarette and lit her own.

"I know I'm a son of a bitch. I like being a son of a bitch.  The hours are good and there's no heavy lifting," Vegeta answered smoothly.

"Come on," Bulma shoved Videl into her room before a fight broke out. "How much makeup did you bring? Is this a corset?!" Gohan felt himself blush. Would she actually wear that? Could he make it through the night without passing out?

"She has a boyfriend?" Gohan found himself asking Vegeta.

"That girl has had more boyfriends then the Titanic had casualties. She's convinced it's commitment problems, but we all know it's because she dates freaks, idiots and weirdoes," Vegeta pulled a chicken leg from the refrigerator and starting eating it. "Her current loser boyfriend is a divorce lawyer," Vegeta scoffed. "You think being in that line of work one would learn not to argue with a female who owns her own gun."

"Divorce lawyers are God's way of telling you to stay single," Gohan commented offhandedly. "So did they-- Oh my GOD--" Gohan pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Was Videl Satan standing there in front of him with a black and red lace corset? He hadn't known her for all that long, but by the look on her face and the look on Vegeta's face, this obviously wasn't her thing. Her black hair was hanging straight down her back, reaching her shoulder blades. Three necklaces, all with spikes and one leather choker adorned her slim throat. Her skirt used to be a black slip she wore under a dress she owned when she was eighteen. Her stockings were thigh high, fishnet style, with black silk ribbons at the top. Gohan noticed with her spiky Mary Jane shoes, she was at least five inches taller then before. On her hands along with the many black and silver bracelets was a pair of black fingerless gloves. On her left arm, a piece of black lace with tied to it, completing the Goth-Sex-Goddess look.

"Rocky Horror MELT DOWN," Vegeta's eyes almost bugged out of his head.

"Well? Where am I supposed to put my gun?" Videl asked. Not only was this uncomfortable, but her face felt like a mask with all the makeup she had on. She had gray and black eye shadow applied heavily over her blue eyes, which were already outlined with black liquid eyeliner that went slightly off her eyes making them look more dramatic. Her already pale skin looked even paler and her lips were a bright scarlet.

"Somewhere I don't want to know about," Vegeta commented getting on the carpet to look for his fallen chicken leg.

"Now for your turn! I have a lot of leather from last Halloween so don't worry!" Bulma pulled the shocked Gohan into her room.

Trunks Briefs, teenage computer genius and the Briefs' first-born child, entered the room.  He looked once at his father who was on the ground and once at the scantily dressed woman who looked kind of familiar. "You know," Trunks prayed his nose wouldn't start bleeding. "This is usually the part of the dream when I wake up."

Videl searched in vain for a part of her body where she could strap her gun, accidentally flashing Trunks a good portion of her cleavage. Before Trunks could pass out from massive blood loss, he remembered why he was here. "I have the earpieces and cameras." He reached up with shaking hands to pin the tiny camera on Videl, but couldn't find a place that wouldn't offend her.

She took the pin from his hands and pinned it on herself. "Thanks kid, but I don't want to get tetanus or-- Hello there!"

Vegeta looked over to the newly emerged Gohan and dropped his already fuzzy chicken leg for the second time. "For the love of all that is good and holy--" A man could only take so much shock in one day.

Gohan bashfully put his hand on the back on his newly gelled hair. He was wearing a tight, black, sleeveless shirt and even tighter black leather pants. He too was wearing the spiked jewelry and many leather collars. His black leather boots glittered in the light as it reflected off the small silver chains. He adjusted the mid arm length fingerless gloves to better fit his hands.

"Can you see without your glasses?" Videl asked once she got her voice back.

"I'm wearing contacts," Gohan took two small steps. "I think a whole cow community was killed for this outfit. So, what should our names be?"

Videl smirked, putting her earpiece in and passing one over to Gohan. "I'm kind of fond of... Wind."

"If you say so... Evil."

"Nice one," Videl nodded in approval. She pressed the button on her earpiece to activate it. "Sir? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you loud and clear, Evil," Goku chuckled. I've got Yamcha and Yajirobie dressed like a couple of homeless men just outside of the club. They should be of some use. A few other police officers are in a small red van monitoring your progress."

"10-4, over and out," Gohan said testing out his earpiece.

"Good luck," Bulma gave them a thumbs up. "You guys look GREAT!"

"Don't screw this up, Rookie," Videl hobbled outside. "I don't want to die in these clothes, that’s for shit sure."

"You don't trust me at all, do you?"

"Well, I'll tell you what. You make it through tomorrow without killing anybody, especially me, or yourself, then I'll start trusting you."

Gohan paused. "Fair enough."

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The Ginyu Groove

"We're in," Videl whispered. Glancing around, trying not to get blinded by the lighting or get thrashed by the dancers, she grabbed Gohan and pulled him toward the back. "Zarbon should be in the back room."

"How do you know?" Gohan asked.

"Don't you ever watch movies, Gohan?" Videl ran a hand through her hair, wincing as she stabbed herself with her bracelet. "He'll be here." Feeling distracted and slightly dazed by the lights and her new partner in leather, Videl didn't notice a hand on her shoulder until it was too late.

"Hi baby, I've never seen you around here before," A man with a bleached Mohawk and three eyebrow rings drawled. He licked his lips as he gave her the once over.

"Why don't you go back to the mother ship?" Videl spat.

"Not without you, sexy!"

"Listen you Mr. T wanna be," Gohan pulled Videl protectively towards him, hoping his jewelry hadn't poked her eye out. "She's with me, so I suggest you back off if you want to leave with all the parts you came with," he growled in a dangerous tone. "Isn't that right, love?" Gohan emphasized his point by giving her slim waist a squeeze.

The Mohawk guy quickly backed off, muttering apologies and getting away from the muscled and obviously strong man. "Convincing," Videl said peeling his arm off of her waist. "But I can take care of myself."

"I know, baby," Gohan grinned. "But that was so much more fun, don't you think?"

"Nothing about wearing lace and leather is fun, dear," Videl glared at the young man who was having way too much fun on this mission.

Gohan looked at the curious eyes fall on them. "I'm sure we can make it fun," Gohan tried to hide his laughter as his partner restrained herself from smacking him upside the head. He narrowed his eyes as a spotted Zarbon talking to a few women, obviously enjoying himself. "Target spotted."

"Go in for the kill," Goku answered back. "We need a full confession or we've got nothing." He adjusted the knobs and dials on the large machine, showing Yamcha and Yajirobie waiting in a nearby lot. "Yamcha? Yajirobie? Keep watch by the backdoor to make sure no one escapes. And Yamcha? You're not hitting on any women are you? You need to stay focused."

"That's a negative sir," Yamcha pulled at his fake dreadlocks. "No self respecting girl would want to date someone who looks like they haven't showered since... ever!" Yamcha sniffed his dirty trench coat. "Oh my God, I smell like six week old CHEESE!"

"Yajirobie still manages to get dates," Goku said innocently. "So there's hope for you yet."

"Thank you, sir. Over and out," Yamcha looked over at Yajirobie who was grumbling unhappily. "Don't be too depressed Yajie! Even though Videl and all the other female cops in Satan city have rejected you at one time or another doesn't mean you're a total los-- err... that sounded a LOT more reassuring in my head."

Back in the club, Videl and Gohan approached Zarbon cautiously. "It takes a very secure man to dress like that," Videl muttered, taking in Zarbon in all his sparkled, feathered and leathered glory.

Zarbon pulled his braid over his shoulder, smiling as he spotted the couple. "I've never seen you two here before," he cooed, looking right at Gohan. "I would have remembered seeing someone as... delicious as you before. Come, let's go into my... office."

Videl bit her lip to keep from laughing as her partner tried not to gag as Zarbon put his hand on his arm. "We're first timers. A friend recommended us to go here to... have a good time," Videl said innocently. "This is some business you have going."

A short, scarlet skinned man with long white hair walked. "Boss--" Videl noticed his strange Scottish/British/Canadian accent, and wondered where he had come from.

Zarbon picked the man up, shaking him roughly. "Haven't I ever told you not to interrupt me when I'm doing business?"

"Uh, yes, but I think we’re being--"

"BUT NOTHING!" Zarbon smack him across the face, making him fly out the door. "Where were we?"

"Well. Nagami Yuu actually recommended we come talk to you about... business," Gohan slid his fingers across the leather chair, feeling more then slightly sick. "Money is no issue of course." That was too close.

"Nagami... that idiot," Zarbon growled, an angry look painting his beautiful face. "That bastard owed me a hell of a lot of money."

"Did you hear how he killed that girl?" Videl asked, her eyes widening in shock.  “How is he going to pay you from jail?”

"Hmph," Zarbon muttered. "A minor setback. The prick screwed me over AGAIN."

"What do you mean?" Gohan asked. "Anyone that could pull off a killing like that has to be so devious, so sneaky, and so thoroughly twisted."

Zarbon nodded. "I know I am." Zarbon's eyes darkened. "Too bad I didn't get the right person."

BINGO! "What do you mean?" Videl's hand instinctively reached for her gun.

"I meant for that fucker Nagami to die, not that stupid slut," Zarbon lit a cigarette. "But I guess it turned out all aright in the end. He'll rot in jail while I get off scott free. Don't you just love the justice system?"

"Yea, I do," Gohan pulled his gun out. "You're under arrest jackass, for first degree murder, drug possession, second degree groping and first degree ogling.”

“WHAT?! You made up the last part,” Zarbon growled.

“Look, our DA is such a bastard, he’d indict a turkey sandwich if he was given the chance. I could get you for anything I want,” Gohan smirked as Videl handcuffed the beautiful man.

“I’m sure you already know you have the right to remain silent. By all means, use it,” Videl made the handcuffs extra tight.

“You think you’re so much smarter then us,” Zarbon hissed.

“Well,” Videl faked modesty. “Not much.”

Yamcha and Yajirobie burst in, knocking the door down. Yamcha peeled off his mustache and dreads. “Come on. Time to go join your friends,” Yamcha roughly pushed Zarbon towards the door. “The inmates will be so happy to have a new roommate as pretty as you! Good job guys,” Yamcha winked at the two leather-clad detectives. As if looking at Videl for the first time, Yamcha’s eyes widened. “Oh Videl—“

“Look. My head hurts, I have five pounds of make up on, these heels are killing me, I’m starved, I’m nicotine deprived, I’m tired and I’m armed. Back the fuck off,” Videl growled pulling Gohan out of the club.

“Any bets on how long it takes for them to sleep together?” Yamcha asked as he and Yajirobie rode away in their police car.

“In the next month, I’m willing to bet Videl breaks up with divorce lawyer Ken, sleeps with Gohan and then forms a lasting relationship after a few weeks of soul searching and conflicts with mixing business and pleasure,” Yajirobie predicted, taking a bite out of his donut. “Care to wager… two hundred?”

“Fuck. No.”

Yajirobie frowned. “Why not?”

“I’m a cop. I don’t think I have two hundred in my whole savings account.”

“How about you give me the personal satisfaction of being right for once?”

Yamcha and Yajirobie looked at each other. “Nah,” they said in unison.

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Coffee Shop

 

Krillin and Bulma sat with Gohan and Videl sat at a small coffee shop called “Satan’s Sanka” discussing their “night on the town” with the two persecutors.

“What happened last night?” Krillin looked at the state Gohan and Videl were in. They both had bags under their eyes; Gohan kept falling asleep on his donut and Videl looked like she had developed a permanent limp.

“Oh, gunfight, explosions, sharks, boys in leather, you know, the usual,” Videl sipped her coffee, nudging Gohan awake in the process. “But it was all worth it to see my Rookie partner get hit on by the male perp!”

“Don’t worry Gohan,” Bulma patted his arm. “He’ll be going away for a long time.”

Gohan whimpered in response.

“It’s not everyday you get hit on by such an attractive murderer,” Videl winked at Krillin and Bulma.

Gohan muttered something incoherent under his breath.

Videl lit up a cigarette. “Oh, don’t complain Gohan. There will be more fun days ahead of us if you keep working as hard as you did last night. And I’m not promising anything, but if those leather pants make a repeat performance I might be willing to let you drive the get away car once in awhile. Maybe,” she teased.

Gohan grinned for the first time that morning. “Do you think we can make a compromise? How about if I wear those leather pants to work, then you wear the outfit you wore last night and come home with me and tell my mother that we commenced our love by selling our souls to the devil and did holy Krishna chants while spitting nickels?”

“You couldn’t get me to wear that outfit for all the humiliating Gohan moments in the world,” Videl blew the smoke in his face. “Plus, I hear your mother’s a real head case about getting you ‘settled down’. I do not want to mess with the woman who once gave your father a concussion by hitting him with her Teflon pan.”

“That happened on more then one occasion actually,” Bulma smirked.

“Once she put me in a coma for two weeks when I accidentally put a hole in her kitchen wall,” Krillin said thoughtfully.

Videl took another drag of her cigarette, giving Gohan and meaningful look. “’Nuf said.”

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