"Agent Gyumao, I protest. You cannot bring your child into the lab, we have rules -"
"That's Special Agent Gyumao, for the last time. And I'm sorry, Bones, but my babysitter isn't available and we've got a body."
"What have I told you about calling me 'Bones,' Gyumao - don't hand me your child!"
Piccolo sputtered as the FBI agent deposited her son in his arms, the boy was beaming up at him for some unfathomable reason.
"Hiya Dr. Piccolo!" He stared down at the child, too put off to even blink at the boy - what was his name again? Gohan? - until the Thorn in His Side otherwise known as Special Agent Chichi Gyumao coughed. "Mom, am I coming to look at the body?!"
"No, baby, you and Dr. Piccolo are gonna stay here and look at those old bones he was lookin' at before you and I arrived."
"Excuse me," Piccolo interrupted, adjusting his grip on the child, "but I must be present to examine the body -"
"No, Dr. Daimao," Bulma's heels click-click-clicked down the stairs from her second story office above the lab, "the body is, as you often say 'too fleshy' for you to be of any use at the scene. So you get to stick with your old bones from World War One." Dr. Briefs paused to ruffle Gyumao's kid's hair before slipping her arm through Gyumao's elbow as the two women ran out the door, Special Agent Gyumao turned back to Piccolo and Gohan, waving at them.
"Be a good boy, Gohan! And Piccolo, you be nice to my son, you make my boy cry and you'll be sorry!" Gohan giggled in the forensic anthropologist's arms, and looked up, meeting Piccolo's eyes.
"I've read all your books, Dr. Piccolo! Can I look at the soldier bones with you?"
"Against my better judgement…" Piccolo rolled his eyes and settled the boy on his hip, he sighed, and swept back to the table with the unknown soldier's remains. "You may sit here," he placed Gohan on a stool, "and you are not to touch anything."
Gohan immediately flopped forward, his elbows landing on the examination table. "Kid," Piccolo growled, "'anything' includes the table."
"I wanna help, and I can't see from over there!"
"And how can you be of assistance?" Piccolo's voice was harsher than he had really intended, and his ears flicked in response to the boy's face. Don't cry, he pleaded silently, brilliant brain turning itself inside out trying to find a way to fix the situation before his partner's kid started to bawl his eyes out. However, the child's face puckered in an expression other than tears, and Gohan pointed at the vertebrae, beginning to name each one, and and then spreading to the other bones.
"This is where the biceps inserts into the humerus, and -"
"Alright," Piccolo tossed the boy a pair of gloves, "you can touch the bones, but please be careful and don't pick them up off the table. These are very old and you're not a doctor so I technically should not let you -" but Gohan was already pressing his face close over the table, turning over the left radius with careful fingers.
"May I have a piece of paper to write down observations of irregularities?" Piccolo squinted at the boy; he couldn't have been older than seven based on physical growth markers. If he was recalling the timeline of Special Agent Gyumao's stories correctly… Well, that made Gohan six and a few months. Fascinating. He handed the boy a memo pad and pen, watching in amusement as Gohan's tongue poked out of his mouth as he scribbled down notes in childlike script.