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This is a three part little skit. Hope you find it amusing!
The following was discovered among the loose files of the West City police shortly after Buu's rampage and the subsequent revival of everyone on Planet Earth. It brings to light a damn good reason why you should never bully.
West City Police Department
August 29
Suspect Name (full): Son Gohan
Victim Name: (censored to protect their privacy; referred to as Bob here)
Charge(s): Aggravated Assault with a Deadly Weapon, Evading Arrest, Disturbing the Peace, Public Intoxication, Drinking While Underage, Possesion of a Firearm Without a License, Destruction of Public Property, Injury to an Officer of the Peace, etc (Note: In total, Son Gohan was charged with a list of over 49 different offenses. For the reader's ease of understanding, the most easily explainable have been listed)
Officer's Report: My name is Fred Warlaw. I've been an officer of the peace for...almost ten years now and I've never seen anything like this kid. He honestly doesn't understand why he's under arrest. As if this wasn't reason enough? (points to cast on arm) He says he didn't mean to. As if...Anyway, here's what happened. I came to the high school due to a call from the principal about a kid having some sort of gun. I waited until the kid came out and tried to pull him to the side, but he walked on and wrenched out of my grip like I hadn't even touched him. I fell flat on my face, to be trampled by a stampede of kids. By the time I got up, he was halfway down the street, trying to get into an alley.
I pulled up in my squad car and squawked the siren. He jumped a good ten feet in the air (I'm not kidding here, he hit his head on a fire escape) and came down hard. By the time I reached him, he was sitting back up as though nothing had happened. He got to his feet and greeted me respectfully. I asked him what had happened in school that day and he said that someone had tried to pants him and when they couldn't budge him, they punched him in the face and broke their hand. I assume he was referring to [Bob].Of course, this is impossible as the kid didn't have even a single mark on him. I asked him how he planned to get home and he said he was going to fly. Thinking that he meant in a capsule plane, I asked him how he got his licence to fly one. He laughed and said that he didn't use any machines and could fly under his own power. By this time I could see he was inebriated or on some sort of drug, so I asked him if he could come with me down to the station. He looked panicked and said he had to get home, then tried to run down the alley, presumably to "fly." I grabbed his shoulder and...well, I don't know what happened next. I remember a lot of wind and then my arm was broken. I remember screaming and the kid bent over me, asking where it hurt. He tried to get me to eat a bean of some sort, which I refused. Groaning, I told him to stay where he was and called for backup. They patched me up and he went with out complaint or struggle, seemingly concerned with having hurt me, but I know his kind. They're born criminals.