AU Notes: The first thing to know is that Majin Buu never happened. Gohan went through high school and then college like a normal kid. Also, Videl never found out that he was Saiyaman and never blackmailed him into the World Martial Arts Competition.
Circumstantial Evidence
Chapter 1: A New Job, and an Old Friend
August 26th…
Like most August days, this one was hot and muggy. The temperature was around 30 degrees Celsius, in the 90's and the humidity near one hundred. It was a bad day to be out and about as a human being. Most people stayed in the shade and drank lemonade, but not Son Gohan. Today was the day that he started his new job and so he walked into the headquarters of police district 322 with a smile on his face.
The young twenty-six year old had graduated from college, summa cum laude, with a degree in political science. Afterwards, he had graduated from Appletown Law School at the top of his class. He had numerous job offers from rich, high-powered firms, including Capsule Corporation. However, he had turned them all down because he didn't want to be a leech and drink the blood of the people. He wanted to give something back to the world, just like his father had. It was for this reason that after law school, Gohan decided to apply to the police academy. He wanted some real hands on knowledge of the workings of the police before he eventually went into criminal law.
Gohan's years as Saiyaman had made him well known with the street cops and the swat teams. After all, it was they who Saiyaman bailed out in armed robberies, hostage situations, and other crimes that occurred on the street. He knew many of them by face and name, even though they didn't know him. It was because of this that he decided to go into the one department that he didn't know anything about, homicide, and today was his big day.
As Gohan entered the police station, he recognized most of the officers. He had spoken to many of them as Saiyaman, but, of course, none of them knew that. He walked to the front desk, where he was sure he could get some info on where he was going. This being his first day, he had no idea where was where.
"Hi, I'd like to know where the captain's office is."
"You got a name?" asked the officer behind the desk. He was a bear. Not a bear of a man, just a bear. Gohan knew his name was Gregory Gregoff, old Georgy for shirt. He had the job simply because he was intimidating. The officers didn't want to have to put up with uppity complaints so they stuck Georgy up at the front desk to scare the living day lights out of people who came to talk to them. It worked really well since most people, after speaking to Georgy, were very polite to the other officers.
"Son Gohan. I've got an appointment."
"Oh… you're the new guy that's going up to homicide. Cap'n told me to send you on up when you got here." Georgy's attitude lightened up significantly when he found out that Gohan was going to be part of the force. He didn't want to scare the boy too much so that he would want a transfer. Homicide was a little short staffed at the moment. "Go up the stairs, and straight ahead. You'll see a set of blue doors, make a right there and you'll see his office."
"Thanks…" Gohan waited for the bear to introduce himself, even though he knew the guys name. He was an expert now at hiding the fact he was Saiyaman.
"Gregory Gregoff… you can call me Georgy."
"Thanks Georgy," said Gohan as he began to climb the stairs. Several police offers greeted him in a friendly manner as he reached the top. He found the blue doors relatively quickly and made the right. He walked into a room where there were six desks and another room at the far end. Obviously the room was the captains. At the desks there were three men and a woman chatting around. They all wore cheap suits and smoke filled the room. Two of the detectives had donuts in their hand which they were eating quietly.
"Hello," greeted Gohan as he walked into the room. "I'm looking for Captain Reinhart. I assume he's in that room?"
"Yeah… you'd assume right," said one of the guys with his mouth full. He waved with the donut in his hand at the door. The guy was about 5'11 and two hundred and fifty pounds of solid waddling fat. Gohan swore he looked quite a lot like Yaijoribe except in a suit.
"You're the new kid, eh?" said another detective as he walked up to Gohan, appraising him. "I hope you got what it takes kid. Name's O'reilly, Robert." The man was tall, 6'3 and unlike the other man he was built well. He didn't have Gohan's physique or a physique of a fighter but he definitely exuded an aura that literally screamed, 'fuck with me and pay.' He offered his hand out to Gohan.
"Gohan, Son Gohan," replied Gohan politely as he took the man's hand. He felt the man squeeze and he met the man's pressure pound per pound earning a look of respect from the older man.
"Call him Billy, we call him Billy O," said the woman as she came up. She was about 5'6 and pretty. No one would have called her beautiful but with a bit of makeup she was definitely presentable. She was slightly overweight and looked in her early thirties and wore a pair of slacks and a simple blouse. "I'm Cynthia Sanders. Call me Cindy."
"Pleasure Cindy."
"The fat one over there is Patrick Morrison, or Putty and the quiet one over there is Sergey Sergeyovich, his partner. Say hello Sergei."
"Hello," he said with a thick Russian accent and then returned to reading the magazine he was reading when Gohan walked in.
"Umm… our fifth and your future partner is in that office… Go ahead and knock."
"Thanks Cindy," said Gohan as he walked towards the door.
"I AM NOT GOING TO RIDE HERD ON SOME ROOKIE!!" came a shout right as his fist knocked against the door. There was silence inside. Gohan wasn't actually bothered by the comment. He was sure that there would be some 'hazing' or discrimination against him until he proved himself to the others. That was just the nature of things. The voice, though, reminded him of someone. He just wasn't sure who. What a screeching harpy, he thought to himself.
"Come in," said an elderly voice that was obviously frustrated. Gohan glanced back at the other officers and gave them a friendly smirk. The other officers seemed a bit surprised by it, but impressed that he seemed be handling himself well and nodded in approval to him. He opened the door and stepped in.
The young woman stood there listening to her captain. Her long black hair fell down her shoulders to the small of her back. She was dressed in a comfortable pair of slacks, and a blue blouse that allowed her both comfort and ease of movement. She bit her lip as her captain carefully explained to her that she was getting a new partner and that she had better not screw up again and get this one killed like she had done for her last two. Its as if she didn't feel bad enough about the whole mess as it was.
"Captain…" she started.
"You have a responsibility, lass. You aren't helping SWAT anymore, and unless you want to go back there you'll do as I say."
"Yes sir." She really wanted to keep this position as a detective. SWAT was relatively dead these days as the big time criminal gangs avoided Satan City because of Saiyaman. Who would bother trying to rob a bank when some freaky super hero who was immune to bullets and could move as fast as light would simply show up and stop them? However, Saiyaman couldn't stop all the crimes in the city. There were homicides a plenty and that was when she decided to move into that department and become a detective. She had been doing it for 4 years now, ever since she had completed her degree at Satan City University.
"Now there's a nice young boy coming in from Appleton and he's going to be your new partner."
"WHAT? I AM NOT GOING TO RIDE HERD ON SOME ROOKIE?!" she shouted. Her temper flared, and she shot up out of her seat. At the same moment that she did there was a knock on the door.
"Well, lass, it seems your good at making first impressions," said the Captain Reinhart with obvious sarcasm. The woman slumped down in her seat and rested her head in one of her hands. Dende really has it out for me, she thought bitterly.
The door open and in walked a young man dressed sharply in khakis and a white shirt and tie. He held his suit jacket in his arms and a folder in his free hand.
"Good day, Captain Reinhart, Good day Videl," said Gohan with a smile as he walked in. He stopped for a second and turned back to Videl. "Videl?"
"Gohan? Son Gohan?" said Videl as she rose from her chair. She hadn't spoken to Gohan since her freshman year in college. They had graduated together and had been good friends, but like many people when they get to college, they had lost touch. "Well… look at you." She looked at him appraisingly.
Gohan blushed. What the… Gohan you havn't blushed like this since… well since your first year in college, he chided himself. "Thanks Videl, You look good yourself."
"I take it that you two know each other?"
"Yes sir," said Gohan. "Sorry sir… I haven't seen Videl in years, I apologize for my rudeness."
"Don't worry about it boyo… I'm glad you two know each other… you can work with each other, yes?"
"Yes sir. Gohan and I have worked together… with relatively little friction before," said Videl. This was true. They had worked on most of their projects in High school together and had got along admirably.
"Good. That saves me the time to make introductions and such. Now… sit and let me run over some things with you boyo. Videl your dismissed."
Videl nodded. She walked out the door and to her desk. This was bittersweet fruit, she thought to herself. She was glad to see Gohan again, but she also knew that their job was one that took a lot of risks. She didn't want to see him get killed, and that worried her.
Gohan sat down as the Captain began to brief him and have him sign all type of forms and waivers. He glanced through each of them with a professional eye that only lawyers had and then signed, and dated.
"Well, boyo. I hope you can keep Videl on a leash if you know her. She gets into a lot of trouble. It'll be a hard task but I think you can do it."
"Sure captain… I'll see what I can do."
"Good luck boyo."
Gohan got up and opened the door. He walked out to see Videl chatting with Putty and O'Reilly. Seeing him, Videl stopped her conversation and beckoned to him.
"What's going on?" he asked as he walked over.
"We've got a slaying on Adams, and 5th. It should be a pretty routine case so I figure we could handle it. Come on. We can even catch lunch afterwards," said Videl. "Toss your stuff there. You won't need it. Oh… I guess we'll have to get you a badge and gun."
"Ok… Lead on," said Gohan as he followed Videl out. It was turning out to be a good day. His first day on the job, and he had been reunited with an old friend. Not only that but he had a case as well. Things were definitely looking good.
Author's Note: Another new AU story from me… I hope you all found it somewhat original as well as entertaining. This story will probably be in the same vein as all my others, lots of Drama. I don't think there will be too much action in it though. I don't think I'm going to concentrate on the Saiyans much but rather stick with Gohan and Videl. If you like it and want it to continue, review.
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Cka3ka