Disclaimer: *sigh* once again, I don't own DBZ, or my other favorite show, CSI. I'd be hella rich if I did. :)
"So Vegeta, what do you think?"
"Well, I'd like to say that it's pretty cut and dry and the clues are all here laid out for us, ready to just be put back together, and that we know who the fuck did this shit, a really nice neat, let's-get-the-son-of-a-bitch-and-call-it-a-day package," the hand that I had been holding up with my pen had looked pretty solid for me to pick up, but, well, for lack of a better way of describing it, now the flesh was starting to slide off of the bone, a sickening, slurping, sloshing sound emanating from it as it slowly slid toward the ground. The stench of decaying human fat, tissue, tendons and muscle plip plopping down onto the cold concrete floor, creating a soupy slurry, a small puddle forming underneath the rapidly deteriorating hand "but I'd be lying to ya if I said that, Krillin."
The grizzled lieutenant closed his eyes and nodded grimly at me, continuing to write notes down into his little booklet. Krillin had arrived onto the scene about thirty minutes before we did, having been awoken an hour ago after he'd just finished the paperwork on the heiress murder we wrapped up a couple of days ago. A beat cop had been chasing a pimp around the side of one of the old casinos on Fremont Street, and as they'd passed, he noticed an overwhelmingly God awful foul smell. Losing the pimp amidst all the tourists that passed nightly under the canopy, the young officer had gone back to the side of the old casino, the neon lights above casting a weird, garish orange glow onto the alley. The artificial sky aglow with flashing neon lights, a nostalgic throwback to the seedy glory days of the long gone mob run days. Gone were the slick, cool, privileged playground of the rich and infamous, in its place now were the mega hotel/casinos, catering to the typical yuppie family, comprising of 2.5 children, a bored housewife bent on drinking away the boredom in her life as she waited patiently for her husband and children to come home or take her out to add some excitement into her pathetically predictable existence.
'Hn. Satan City sure had followed in Vegas's footstep. Completely watered down and pathetic.' I can't help it. All I can say is that I call it as I see it.
We'd been summoned to the scene shortly after the rookie had made his gruesome discovery. Scattered along the side of the wall facing the alley had been several body parts, all in different stages of deterioration, but looking to be part of the same body, what was left of it. The more visible parts, a couple of toes attached to a right foot and what looked to be a lengthwise strip of back flesh was sticking out from beneath an overturned cardboard box, rodents and various other critters having gnawed and chewed or carried away chunks or digits. A little further down toward the left, a right arm, still complete and portions of a lung and ribcage surprisingly were found, a lot still clung to the ribs and arm, having been partially hidden under a small rubble of concrete blocks, it had remained relatively intact, protected from the elements and rodents. Down the other side closer to the main thoroughfare where throngs of people were often to be found, a small pelvis and parts of the left thigh and knee cap was discovered, a grimy, black substance lightly coating them. I swiped a small amount of the substance and rolled it around my fingertips, sniffing a little of it, not really smelling anything more than…gunpowder? The consistency was more like dark molasses, but a definite whiff of gunpowder was in the substance. Taking a few pictures of that scene and taking some samples of the stuff off of the pelvis, I definitely was surprised we had some pieces to work with. It's not every day we find anything substantial to work with.
"Must be Christmas" I muttered to myself. There were of course, glaring omissions. No head, half body parts, hardly a body part to get some decent identification out of to find out who these pieces used to be. Although judging from the size of the bones, especially the pelvis, they most definitely had come from a woman. The bones and parts had not been in the alley for a very long time, judging by the stage of decomp, possibly four or five days at the most, the stench having grown more noticeable within the past day or so. The maggots and fruit flies that had settled in and around the body parts and laid their eggs were currently being plucked by the youngest member of our team. I grinned in amusement at the look of utter disgust upon the young man's face, seeing him trying to told his breath as he carefully collected the bugs and insects for analysis, each specimen he took releasing a tiny whiff of decaying matter.
"Hehehe, we all had to start somewhere, kid. Better get used to it." I lightly admonished the young man, I was enjoying seeing his face turn a weird purple-ish color as he was trying to hold his breath while trying to collect the bugs.
"I'm glad you're finding this amusing, Vegeta. God, I hope this smell doesn't stick to me. I'll never have a date again!" A brief look of mortification shadowed across his features, his black eyes darkening even further as he pondered that thought.
"Hn, if you're worried about that, Gohan, you definitely made the wrong career choice." I swear, it always amazes me how people can be so damn smart one minute but yet be a complete dumbass in another. Gohan turned back around to the flies and maggots, shrugging his shoulders and resigning himself to his fate.
"Vegeta." I turned around. She came walking up to me, a weathered brown leather jacket over a cream colored sweater, dark jeans. Her unreal (but real) blue hair cascading in a beautiful curtain past her shoulders. Those eyes…those eyes I often found myself getting lost in, the depths of the ocean reflected behind those beautiful lashes.
'Fuck, snap the fuck out of it!' I swear sometimes mentally slapping oneself just isn't enough.
"Yeah Bulma, what is it?"
"I found this underneath a pile of rags over there" pointing to a small corner with a collection of dingy rags. She handed me a beautiful wedding ring, looked to be white gold (didn't feel heavy, couldn't be platinum), seven diamonds studding it. Turning it around, I looked on the inside for any markings, but I found nothing. Another peculiar thing: the ring was clean.
"There wasn't a finger or any flesh near it." as if reading my thoughts. This blue haired female…what the fuck possessed me to personally request her from SFPD? I rationalized to myself that it was because she was good. Real good. I know because before taking this position at SCPD, I had been at SFPD too, she wasn't in my unit, but I had kept up with her progress, purely for work related reasons, of course.
Well…that and because she was just plain fucking hot. And this chick knew it too.
"Ok. Finish canvassing the perimeter with Goku, Bulma. I have Piccolo helping Krillin interview people that work in the area, bystanders, tourists, maybe they saw or heard something. I mean, how the hell could this stench be ignored?" Bulma just nodded at me. I watched her walk off just a little bit longer, turning the ring in my hand as I let my eyes wander all over her gorgeous curves, the way her butt was caressed by her jeans.
I so need a fucking cold shower when I get home.
"Hey Vegeta, I've taken as much of the pics as I can, when's Doc coming?" Ah Chi Chi. I looked over at her and smiled. No nonsense, bitchy and hot as hell. Though she had a bit of a more masculine beauty, unlike Bulma who was all feminine, she had the older woman hotness hanging around her. Black sweater, under a black pea coat, light grey trousers and black heeled boots. Her dark eyes shining against the paleness of her complexion framed by her dark hair. I saw Goku look up when he heard her voice, it was all I could do to keep a straight face as I caught the fool looking but upon catching my eye, he promptly began to blush fiercely and tried to look away. I saw Bulma look up at Goku and then towards our direction and I couldn't help but grin as I saw her roll her eyes and smack the back of his head, telling him to keep working. Goku has had a major crush on Chi Chi, and for a strong young man,he's nothing but a scared shitless dim wit when it comes to women. 'No check that, when it comes to Chi Chi'. He'd told me one time that he was sorry because he'd been lusting after someone he thought was my lover, to which I promptly kicked his ass, for causing me to drop one of my ant colonies that I was repositioning in my lab. I let a small sigh escape me, losing that colony still irritates me to this day. I definitely am not fucking someone who was basically my sister, the thought of which sickened me and grossed me out.
"He's on his way, Chi. Did you see anything unusual?"
"Well, not really, It's odd, only specific parts are here. The blood on the wall suggests whatever the hell happened, happened here. So where did most of the body go? We don't have a freaking head, bits and pieces of other body parts only. It doesn't make any sense." She said, lightly shaking her head.
"Yeah, I hear ya. Let's finish up. We need to get as much of this shit back to the lab. Were you able to scrape all that goop from where most of the body fluids congealed?"
She wrinkled her nose at me and grimaced. "Yeah, I did. Can't wait to off load this shit to Yamcha, the little pussy prick." She huffed, I couldn't help it but chuckle. Yeah, Yamcha definitely was a pussy prick. Good at his job, but as a human being, well, Chi Chi said it best. He was a pussy prick.
"Krillin, Piccolo and Gohan will be waiting for Doc here with you. We'll get back to the lab, see what the hell we've got." The short bald man looked up at me and nodded.
"Yeah, sure Vegeta. Let me know if you come across anything, whoever did this is seriously sick. Gotta get this ass, you know?"
I nodded mutely in agreement. "Yeah this is one sick fuck. I'll keep you posted." And with that, Chi Chi and I climbed into the car, Goku and Bulma also sticking behind in case Gohan or Piccolo needed help. I told them to wrap up whatever they were doing then meet us back at the lab.
We had a sick fuck to catch, and there's not time like the present to get started.