The Holy Inquisitor

A/N: A new Mystery drama for Go Chi, it'll be a bit grounded with some added elements to the fic. But overall Should be another decent Alternate universe creation for my new idea. I hope that it's enjoyed.

Inside one of the massive western habitation blocks of a compact Capsule city was filled the usual day to day. Tens of thousands of people pushing through the streets working in a tireless cycle of men, women, and children depending on the need to keep this place working.

Packed in as close to sardines in a tin can, this industrial center was one of the main hives for people - for those who were looking to work their way up from the low level peasantry and have a chance for their families and future generations to rise up in the ranks.

With so many people all struggling to make a better life, there was always crime. Theft, assault, rape, murder, and a laundry list of so many others as so many humans attempted to lift themselves upwards, all striving to best one another in any way possible. There had been something happening that began to draw the attention of those who were beyond police, detectives, and special investigators as death became almost the order of the day.

A terrible plague of horrific murders had begun to occur - while not uncommon to have gang wars, crime families, and underground organizations sending hordes of those who were willing to risk life and limb for the prospect of a better life in the high rises, where luxuries of good food, warm beds, and clean clothes were commonplace.

As they said they were not out of the ordinary, these new ones had taken on a new level of not only brutality but had gone even further than that. One might question how one could go further… well when it required the intervention of one of the highest orders of imperial law to come personally to the location.

It had become truly serious, as this was the fourth time it had occurred this week, and it was only Tuesday.

Several officers were blocking off a building, the bright yellow police tape covering an entire block. They were corralling people away from the scene, and more importantly keeping the nosey media away from the location. They were not welcome. Fear spread more in this habitation center than was already present just by the police being here as it was.

Inside the second floor a ten story was the latest batch of victims. On scene were the three local detectives, each one relatively new but capable, working their way up from your basic patrolman to becoming a staple of the local law enforcement.

One was wearing a blue blazer, a half lit cigarette in his mouth, with brown shoes kicked back against the wall in the hallway. His shaggy black hair tied back in a messy ponytail, outside of regulation but there were more pressing concerns than his appearance. As he worked undercover in several stings he bore several scars on his face as part of his 'cover,' each one a direct testament to how far he was willing to go and prove himself to the lower crime mobs.

A second stood inside, his rolled up white sleeved shirt and discarded black blazer hung over a chair as he pulled back one of nearly a dozen white sheets that covered the floor. While the shortest of the three and with a polished bald head, his size was not a joke; he was the rising star, solving a record number of cases a young officer to be pushed into promotion to better allocate his skills and natural abilities.

The third was a just as tall as the first, a matching bald head, but breaking from regulation like the rest he wore a white tank top, with a belt around his khaki pants. In his hands he held a camera that sent digital encrypted pictures back to their lab tech and his personal friend who could start re-creating a digital crime scene in hopes of putting some leads, or hell, even a clue on their plate.

From where they stood they were at a loss, but in their focus they missed the newest 'arrival.' Someone had decreed that these crimes were going to be stopped before they grew out of control. So with the simplest stroke of a pen they had sent their emissary to investigate, interrogate, solve, and summarily deal with whoever was responsible for this.

Arriving in a stylish black car, marked by a large silver eye surrounded by an iron cross emblazoned on the side of the door, and the stamp of the world's most devoted order to peace and justice. The Inquisition had arrived. Opening the door, one thin leg stepped outwards, covered in black leather, sharpened heeled shoes clacked against the black asphalt as the rest of a feminine figure pulled herself free from the car. Rising upwards, dressed in tight clad leather, twin belts looped around her waist, one bearing the seal of the Inquisition, the other a setting sun with another eye in the center.

One side was strapped a massive pistol that tied to her leg, the other was a locked book each side locked to her person. Coming upwards, a spotted fur covering, looped with silver chains dangled around her neck line where it plunged just enough to expose the bare hint of her cleavage. Her fur cape only dropped low enough to cover her elbows leaving her face exposed as her hair was tightly wound into a bun. Several silver pins locked into the bun not allowing a hint of movement.

Reaching inside of her fur 'cape' she withdrew a cell phone. Flipping through the screen she looked to the street corners then to the address labeled on the outside of the building. She made no gesture, nor emotion as she closed her car door, set her phone back inside of her covering and walked forwards.

The few spectators gathered along with those in the media took notice of the figure walking towards them. The hallow clack of her heels the only sound of her arrival to their ears, her face was completely neutral. Not a hint of a smile showed from her face; a look of seriousness showed in her eyes as she strode forwards rhythmically. Her hands were loose along her hips as she kept walking and those who saw her quickly backed out of her way, giving her a wide berth and as the crowd saw the fact that an inquisitor was walking on sight they took a drastic step backwards.

Hushed whispers quickly circulated as they viewed the female inquisitor, others nodding, some turning and walking away from the scene without even another second wasted.

'The Inquisition-! We're leaving now, I'm not getting anywhere near those crazies.'

'If they sent an inquisitor out here this story is way too hot for us. We need to get out of here pronto lest they accuse us of being involved.'

The crowd's quick dispersal happened in less than a minute, the woman continuing to walk forwards - her eyes not even giving the regular officers outside even a courtesy look. Her hand swiped the police tape in front of her in a blink cutting two neat ribbons to the ground as she walked past the stunned officers but one look at her markings, her demeanour, and none of them even stared at her, their heads looked away and towards the ground.

They cowered almost in fear until she entered, as the door closed behind her with an erie slow creak of the door hinges. The officers pulled out fresh police tape and covered the entire street with fresh yellow rolls and attached a red patch of new tape to all of the roadways and sidewalks. Hanging down as a warning, bearing the mark of an eye as a clear warning to all that they all knew who was just beyond the walls. Taking up position around the new car as to make sure there was no vandalism while they were inside, God help them should anything happen to the woman's car while she was dutifully working.

The prospect of an interrogation for failure to maintain order was nothing they wanted, and only the most crazed of individuals would ever even consider damaging an inquisitor's property and only the truly deranged would actually go through with it. Those that did however, they would spend years in the custody of the inquisitor's personal hell, for those that dared to over reach their bounds and push beyond that which did not belong to them suffered.

Her foot steps reached the top of the stairs and the appearance made the first detective's eyes go as wide as plates. His lower lip dropped, caught completely off guard by this new arrival. A mixture of fear and trepidation kept him locked in place. 'Th...the… THE INQUISITION!?' His mind completely panicked but he couldn't move as his body refused to comply. She stopped, her head not even looking at him as she parrelled him. A single hand raised upwards, causing sweat to begin to roll down the detective's face. Wondering what she was going to do, her hand gripped the cigarette from his mouth and held it in front of her eyes. A scrutinizing look came over it, before looking back at him, "Detective Yamcha, smoking is forbidden at this crime scene. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head, vigorously, "Y-Y-Yes lady inquisitor." He managed. Gripping the back of the wall to keep himself from shaking too badly as the woman stared at him. Taking a moment more of staring before extinguishing the cigarette on his shirt then without looking he threw it backwards, the small tobacco stub bounced off the wall and landed in a garbage bucket by the hallway entrance.

"Good," then she turned and walked into the scene. Yamcha staggered out of her sight, his stomach and bowels ready to come loose as he found his way to a nearby bathroom.

With her attention directed now towards the scene in front of her. She reached down to the book attached to her hip and unlocked it bringing it upwards and towards one of the small spaces inside the room. She unlocked a claspe holding the book together revealing that it was not a simple piece of paper. Inside opened up revealing a her personal contents for conducting this investigation. A large flat screen that appeared transparent, a screen attached to a bracer, several rolled up pieces of parchment - each one with an ornate red strap dictating the imperial seal on them.

Thirdly a pair of thin wire glasses which she brought and placed on her face then attaching the bracer to one of her wrists. All in a fluid motion, touching her glasses, a small flash appearing over them. Small numbers and readings displayed to her eyes in real time.

Punching something onto the black screen on her wrist it turned on, a small timer beginning to count upwards. "Inquisitor ID 09-2-13, Heretical investigator Chi-Chi log. Arrival and first accounts." She started speaking still ignoring the other two men who quickly took the hint and left before she had turned back around.

"Scene analysis, high violence area, lower poverty line for Western Habitation blocks. Normal possibilities already seen as limited. First observation:" She cleared her throat, "Contamination possible, already corrected an error by local law enforcement, punishment not required as of first offense, please log for future infractions by use of personal contaminants by Detective Yamcha, second class officer of Police unit as shown as one of several acting detectives for the case. On scene unknown contaminants are Detective Tien, and Detective Krillin, both lower officers were seen examining crime scene, lack of complete photographs will be obtained post initial investigation from police bureau." Walking around Chi-Chi tapped her glasses and placed the transparent screen which held a vertical position and stuck to a wall without any sort of visible adhesive or devices. Several multi angle shots came through, her direct vision appeared on her right eye, a second from the flat screen that projected a secondary angle, and a third which viewed the ground from her bracer in another layer of unique angles that she could view.

Coming to the first of nearly twenty separate white sheets that covered the floor, the blood having long since stained parts into a red and light pink all over. The chalk outline created a messy path all around the floor.

"First impressions…" Chi-Chi muttered, lifting up the sheet. Her eyes greeted by… "Young male, approximately mid twenties, face contorted and frozen in a look of apparent shock and pain, appears to have suffered heavy lacerations to stomach, arms, and legs. However, based on indentations and blood loss these wounds were not inflicted upon death or were the cause of death…." Her voice trailed off as she brought her hand to touch visible hand marks on the first victim's throat."

Trailing her hand over it, she could see the heavy indentations, "Incredible force, but this damage was caused by raw power… perhaps an augmented hand, but the contours do not show mechanical links or marks that leave behind some kind of metallic residue or cuts as the metal would not be completely smooth."

She then diverted her eyes to the rest of the gorey details but her eyes barely even flinched at the injuries. "Post mortem, subject appears to have been mauled by a large beast. Maybe a modified dog, pig, or some type of bear… though the imprints do not appear to be deep, mouth grooves and the shape of the molars are definitely human… perhaps." She thought about before having only a few logical answers. "Cannibalism, these were fed off of, maybe a ritual? Possibility, will have to view the other corpses to gain a proper answer to posed question and hypothesis as to reason for attacks." She then placed one good finger atop the scanner on her wrist, the small screen rolling lines up and over the digit.

It took over a minute, but she then dropped the hand back down standing back up… "Criminal, marked lower henchman for the blue gang, crimes sentenced, theft, intimidation, assault, felonious assault, robbery, and suspected in several kidnappings and rapes… fucking heretic." She said her voice showing a level of true disdain. "I should advise whoever killed you get a less painful death for you did not deserve to be killed like a rodent but in the cold cell of the Inquisition like all scared, and begging for our mercy."

With one down she moved to the second body. "Similar exterior appearance, visible marks made by bites and clawed hands. But… this one appears more bloated, more thick with fat and appears to have been less bitten and more eaten. Addition to belief that is now a primary hypothesis, this is indeed cannibalism, though cause and correlation are not currently known. Middle aged male, roughly two hundred and eighty pounds… clearly not eating their standard protein rations." Chi-Chi clipped another one of this victim's fingers onto her scanner and found another striking comparison. "Criminal as well, sexual assault, child pornography, and child abduction for pedopheliac fetishes. Another death that was far to quick for what you deserved."

Standing outside of the door just off frame, their eyes glued to the scene, one of the horrific mass murder and the other of the female inquisitor and how methodically she checked body after body, documenting and testing each and every single one.

"When did they decide to send the fucking Inquisition here?" Krillin hissed to Yamcha in a low whisper, "She could have us fucking killed for failing to do our duty as detectives, or even our friends and family!" His thoughts were already causing him to be filled with dread, but the truth of his words was making his very blood run cold… not that he really had a family but there were people that were as close to him as family and their blood could run red in the streets, if, for any reason this inquisitor deemed it necessary and the only way to supersede her authority was by an imperial lord of a greater rank than she.

"Damnit man I didn't know, I figure we just had ourselves a good ol' crazy, while the body count is way high this isn't that much different than the few other occasional homicides we've seen over the past few years. People chewed up, some fully eaten, others strung all over the place like decor. I mean it has to be some type of group or hell a cult."

Tien wiped the sweat on his forehead and neck with his tie, he was just as nervous as those around him, "For our sakes I hope it's not a cult. That could mean that we didn't see the warning signs and report this up the chain of command sooner. Even if the request was put in almost a month ago, that still leaves us on the hook for not catching those clues."

All three observed the woman working, aside from her talking and the heavy clack of her heels she made not a sound edgewise. No sniffs, coughs, or even a sigh. It was like she was practically a machine, but they all knew that inquisitors were flesh and blood, for the most part. Yet most people knew that there was no way that the agents of this investigative order could be considered completely human. The rumors of their almost superhuman feats and levels of intelligence gave them an almost fantasy level of power.

Of course, all of the rumors about them were a far cry from what they could literally do with their word and a stroke of a pen, or in this case, one giant volleyball sized hole to the chest or head with the pistol she had on her hip. There was no judge or jury when it came to the upper echelons.

"Oh man I just hope she doesn't kill us… but what do we do? If we run she'd shoot us, if we stay she could also shoot us." Krillin bit on his nails which were in his mouth as he could just imagine them trying to slip out only to have a large rocket pistol blowing apart their innards into a fine red pulp.

Yamcha who already felt that small burn on his shirt and with the marks to prove it, "She could just snap her fingers and send us down into the torture chambers in order to purify us for our failures…" He was already sweating bullets, but the prospect of having that be his fate, a cold dark cell his only friend and the generous torturers who would give him peace by teaching him of his failings until they either grew bored or finally put a bullet to the back of his skull.

"I just can't imagine why the chief didn't tell us that there was even the remote hint that this case was leading to their involvement." Tien added not once catching any sort of inkling that this was even a blip on their radar. Had it even been suggested he would've been handling everything far differently to make sure their asses were covered.

"Do you really expect Chief Roshi to know what the hell he's doing nowadays. He's busy ogling his secretary Launch, what the hell do you think he has time for as he just sits back on his lazy ass and collects a paycheck while we bust our asses for him!" Krillin's fear shifting towards anger towards their boss. The old codger was once a legend but for the past couple of years it appeared his mind was slipping away from the reality of the situation.

Though so long as he held connections with the elite and nobility who elected who would be chief there would be no changing of the guard. Certainly not without the help of someone higher up, though, someone like an inquisitor could easily send him off…

But that was cruel and he didn't want to see that fate, hell he wouldn't wish that on anyone save the worst of their city, mostly the sonofabitch who was carving people up and eating them. There were far too many cases that had been piling up on their desks, now that some of them appeared to be linked.

They had just tried to pass it off earlier those years as just random acts of cannibalism, it was certainly rare, but there were people who were often very desperate. Poverty had always taken its toll in the lower parts of the working class and when one had to survive, people often came up missing. Though nothing was ever found of them like this.

Krillin couldn't tell anyone with a straight face that some of the regular people had never sampled some civilized pork for their family at least once. Though this paled in the recent cases, as the bodies were left strewn about, as if hawked apart by some rabid beast, some truly depraved soul or cult that took the eating of people to a whole new degree.

The men's rapidly beating hearts stopped as Chi-Chi righted herself and turned back towards them. Her eyes narrowed as she had not mistaken what had just come through her thoughts. "How many cases are left like this?" The men almost jumped as she spoke with a cold icy tone.

"Wha- Ma- I mean inquisitor I don't understand." Krillin fumbled as the black leather clad woman walked over to him, Yamcha and Tien took a step back as the woman seemed to grow in size and towered over the smaller detective. "C-C-Cases, I-I-I"

"Grow a spine, you just thought of those cases. I have the past few months of logged reports. I want to know how long this has been documented and I need to know now!" Her voice almost painful, the man's knees were about ready to buckle and he couldn't stop the shaking that now resonated up from his legs. "I read your mind, I am a psyker like all inquisitors. Now speak!"

He took a step back but yet she only seemed to grow larger in size, "J-Just that years prior we-we had other documented events… one person or two, but it was sporadic, there-there just wasn't any evidence at the scene and… and we were told to bury it years ago. It was the ten year anniversary of the Rush Tower bombings, there wasn't any time to focus on one cannibal murder when someone threatens to blow that building up."

Chi-Chi's eyes relaxed slightly, So, this should've been solved but was of course pushed aside by some low level fucking governor and buearcrat. So now I have to waste my precious time dealing with this pointless serial killer who apparently has grown a small cult and crazed followers who are now eating people. "I want all of those files." Righting herself, her hardened gaze shifting back towards the bald detective who was still trembling. Her lip twitched slightly, "NOW!"

Her bark sent Krillin into a full panic as he rushed down the hallway nearly falling flat on his face as he nearly tripped over himself. "You two," she turned back around towards the crime scene, "Have this place processed, I want all current associates, video logs of the last two weeks of this area and all known contacts processed and placed at my station in the next forty eight hours."

"Station? Miss Inquisitor… what station?" Tien asked, they couldn't just drop papers off anywhere and contacting anyone like her was well above their station and pay grade.

"The one in your precinct, I have a small office set up to deal with this nonsense."

That floored both of them, and their thoughts were answered by her. "I am staying around for awhile, and keep whatever ideas you have about us and believe every single one of them. The Inquisition does not tolerate this type of behavior, and since it has grown in its severity due to someone placing a higher priority case over these matters years ago it is now falling to me to clean up this mess. So… please keep your asses clean, your hair trimmed, and your smell to a minimum, I detest uncleanliness and I've sent men to their deaths for even less than that."

Her mind had quickly picked up the frantic thoughts of both Yamcha and Tien, their fears coming to the forefront quickly, and while it might be intrusive to read someone's thoughts in the eyes of the public, there were those that were far smarter than the gullible masses who believed in such naive ideals. This world was full of hate, corruption, evil, and heresy and it was the honest pure souls like her who were the ones who were required to deal with it.

[***]

Krillin, Tien, and Yamcha were sprawled out in their small office. Their heads buried behind rows of paperwork stacked up to a adult man's neck on their desk. A collective group effort had been undertaken ever since the arrival of their friendly neighborhood inquisitor and it had left very little for them to be dabbling in anything but this case. So as an unexpected 'bonus' they spent the entire last night working their asses off until collapsing at around the same time, roughly eight thirty in the morning. It had been brutal to say the least, digging over files related and not related to the once dubbed 'maneater murders.' Their jobs, families, and lives were all on the line and there was not enough time in the day to squander on anything but what they had been asked to do.

Yet there were limits, human limits.

As they drooled onto their arms, desks, and paperwork the door to their office opened up startling all three back to into a panicked jerk.

"Were working ma'am!" Yamcha scrawled out, his voice just as fearful as if she were still looking at him with that burning cigarette.

"Calm down guys, just me." It was their lead tech guy, Chaotzu, and adoptive brother of Tien. The smaller man had been looking over all of their pictures and collected evidence as fast as he could. Though with the exception he could rest while his computers did all of the work.

All three of them fell back down against their desks, "God damn… this is horrible." Krillin muttered rubbing his eyes as he looked over to the clock to see that they had probably passed out for an hour, maybe two. Yet they had some aid as Chaotzu handed them all an extra large Capsule Corp coffee. The universal company made everything from food, to clothes, to cars, to buildings, and even inquisitors… It ruled the daily life of this planet and most cities with its huge economic overreach that the government couldn't clamp down on… As the Inquisition liked Capsule Corporation as it was, and so it would stay.

"Each man grasped their cup and took a quick swill, hoping the caffeine would be enough to just bump them over this last hurdle.

The smaller detective looked at all of the papers piled up in awe, "Wow, you guys really did hit it hard last night. Did you find anything out that was substantial?" His smaller features looked to Tien who, slowly shook his head.

"There's not much, other than the same MO, no witnesses that have any sort of proper description, nothing that can really help us solve this and get back to normal." They had dug through archives, statements mostly for naught. If there had been some expectation of finding a smoking gun, or in this case one hungry man eater... sadly there wasn't anything.

"Did yah guys learn anything?" Yamcha sighed putting his face in his hands for a moment. "No, whoever this is, they don't leave much behind other than the injuries. Sure there were old descriptions from years past about some man with pitch black hair and coal black eyes. But beyond him being there one second and gone the next and no video evidence to corroborate their stories we're left with very little to go off of." His voice trailed into a disparaged tone, "Also the few people who might know something won't come forward now. He's killed so many people and the bloody Inquisition is here! There won't be a single person ready to step up and say that they know anything. We're pretty much sunk." His head just laid back down on his desk, he felt ready to just tap out.

Tien felt the same but didn't show it, "How about you Chaotzu, I hope you came here with some good news or at least… not bad news." His words ending in an off putting and dreary laugh.

Sadly he didn't have either, "Well the results should be just about ready in a few hours, but I'm not really sure what else I can do. I mean I can see the basic outline of his attack, but how he pulls it off - it's not natural and I can't pick apart any of the crime scenes that would tell us that this is a group, gang, or some cult."

Pushing aside one stack, Krillin wrapped both his hands around his coffee and stared down at it. "I don't think it's any of those… at least that's what I believe, there's no way a group could be that clean, that down to the wire perfect to pull off so many mass killings without a word edgewise and with how armed some of these people are it'd have to be a string of miracles to just think that people getting into a melee fight would be that lucky so many times." Looking down into his reflection of the brown liquid, the illumination of his office lights creating the image of himself. "It has to be one person, there just can't be masses of people fleeing these locations or hiding out during all of this. I mean what do you guys think?"

"I agree." Tien stated taking a full swill of his coffee. "But what we're looking for is a freaking giant of a man, we're talking nine plus feet tall, with a grip to break bones and tear people in half. Hell the guy would have to weigh almost a metric ton… and no one has seen him? I mean that's insane too."

Yamcha just covered his head, "We're screwed." His muffled voice filtering up through all of the papers. "We've got a huge freaking guy theory and a cult of super sleuths theory. Which one is going to impress the friggin order who sees all?"

Though as he spoke of the devil, she was making her way inside of the police station, greeted by a cheery blue haired woman. Master Roshi's personal secretary spoke up, "Hello Miss, welcome to the local police station how may I best assist you?" Her cheery disposition would've been nice to hear, to see a friendly smile of a gentle woman. But…

"I am not a Miss, do you not recognize the seal of the Inquisition?" Chi-Chi said, almost insulted by the prospect of being called Miss. She was not a Miss, not even close.

The blue haired secretary blinked, certainly not expecting that response. The dread and intimidation that one would normally feel didn't affect her like a regular person. "Oh, I'm sorry, well Miss Inquisitor how will I be able to direct in assisting you?"

The few others in the front desk area and the people who had come in to file complaints or document an incident all suddenly lost their voices and became very quiet. The threat of a brutal execution appeared to be on the table, or a swift smack across the face.

"What is your name?" Chi-Chi said, her voice gaining some level of curiosity.

"Oh, well I'm Launch. I just got this job a few months ago." She said with almost a giddy laugh.

Scrutinizing her face, the leather clad woman studied this unique situation. "You have never dealt or heard much about my order. Is that why you're so…" The world failed to describe her, this strange blue haired woman seemed unaffected. As impossible as it seemed, in Chi-Chi's mind she felt this might be the actual case.

"Oh, I know what you are I just don't think I should treat you any differently than anyone else!" She twittered happily back to Chi-Chi who waited for several moments mulling over her words.

Then, Chi-Chi let out an amused snicker, "You know what… I like you Launch. You may call me Chi-Chi." She offered her gloved hand to the secretary who took it.

Everyone in the entire office breathed a huge sigh of relief as they weren't going to be coated in blood thanks to the seemingly naive woman's words.

Then before the shock had worn off from one surprise the second one happened. "Well it's different to meet someone like yourself." Offering her leather gloved hand to the blue haired woman. "I am inquisitor Chi-Chi."

"Ah, welcome Chi-Chi. I'm the personal secretary Launch." She smiled and took Chi-Chi's hand shaking it mildly.

As Launch unabashedly shook the hand of the inquisitor a small crash could be heard from the main office of the division's chief. Surrying out from the office was a haggard looking older man, his beard out of regulation and wearing thick sunglasses to obviously hide his hangover and whatever color his eyes were were shrouded behind overly thick shades.

As he made his way around a set of strategically convenient tables and chairs that blocked his office from direct sight his orange uniform, a far outdated… no that's just a Hawaiian shirt. The inquisitor noted as the old man trundled his way forward.

"So, the venerable Chief Roshi. How nice of you to greet me, I do hope I haven't disturbed your day to day activities?" Chi-Chi said snidely, she had no real relationship with him. Her father however… well she didn't get to always pick and choose who her dad had made business relationships with.

"Ehh, well, I suppose it's no big deal." The old man said scratching his head. Finding the haunting glare of an inquisitor to be the first thing to properly greet him, aside from his secretary of which he had yet to properly ogle and make stupidly inappropriate jokes in order to get her to laugh and jiggle in that extra tight uniform that exposed such a nice bust line or stand up with that mini skirt that was just short enough to where he could see those panties…

"ROSHI!" The voice snapping him back to the present as he looked into the very angry glare of a female inquisitor which made him pale ever so slightly. "Good, now that I have you and your lecherous attention." She was well aware of the numerous sexual complaints against him; the only reason he maintained his job was the pull he had with higher ups. Reputation be damned, this hierarchy was built around connections.

Chi-Chi glared at him, one hand idly flipping the strap that held her regulation bolt pistol strapped to her hip. Capable of turning a normal human into a donut or a thin red paste based on her mood, she just glowered at him menacingly until the secretary jumped in.

"Oh, Chief Roshi this is inquisitor Chi-Chi. She's come to inspect her office and begin working on our big case!" Gesturing to the more than intimidating woman without missing any of her happy perky nature.

The old man blinked, and he looked at her. Chi-Chi… "No, my goodness. Ox sent me his little girl? Hehehe, that old pal really knows how to give someone a hand, why I remember when I first saw you when you were just a little four year old. My you've grown since then!" The reverie of the moment coming full circle as he reached out to touch her.

He was flipped upside down and then drilled into the floor with sharpened heels currently digging into his back along with an incredibly burning pain as if he had been smacked across the face first.

"Oh my!" Launch said covering her face, stunned by the swift reaction.

Chi-Chi ground her heel into the old man's back just to emphasize her situation even more to him, as if it wasn't already obvious. "Listen here, you old slime ball. I know exactly who the hell you are and don't think for even a single second that I will allow you to escape the all seeing and all knowing order that I belong to." She brought her other foot and touched his head to the cold floor. "Do not, ever, touch me you disgusting pig, I don't care if my father vouches for you. I will be more than happy to blow your brains out or crush it beneath my heels." She ground her foot down just a bit more. "Got it?"

"Y-Yes… I-I'm s-sorry!" He whimpered beneath her foot.

"Hnn" Chi-Chi then proceeded to step over him and walk forwards overtop of him.

Launch came around and picked up her Chief who seemed in a daze. His head rolled back as she picked him up and slumped forwards, the naive woman missing the pervert's face having itself landed right into her cleavage.

Worth it.

As Chi-Chi walked around, finding every single officer and staff member working inside to quickly pull an about face or find the floor interesting as she passed. An entire section that housed roughly five detectives had been relocated without a word of complaint as the large cross and lidless eye marking was placed overtop the door frame. A red velvet drape was hung on either side and dipped low enough to just touch the top of the frame.

She twisted the ornate skull door knob and walked inside without a problem. Her focus,having been distracted by the two figures of this police section, was back to business. Pulling back a large leather chair she slipped behind her oakwood desk, her papers, notes, and phone arranged as per her specifications. Collecting her paperwork in front of her within its manilla folder she pulled out the long list of documented victims that she was aware of from the previous months. Chi-Chi unclicked her book that was attached to her, pulling free her recording device from its contents as she began to narrate her current situation and findings as she reviewed over the compiled lists.

"All of the killings are running on a clock, every four to five days we have another mass incident in a random section of this habitation block but… the deceased are mostly housing the obvious crime-ridden sections. No doubt this is part of the Ginyu Turf and Red Ribbon crime organization having some turf wars is a possibility, but as previously stated injuries sustained are not common with any known gang fighting. But neither is there any cult that is documented within this area having to begun mass cannibalism despite the food shortages the number of human abductions are the same." Looking at one of the monitors on the desk Chi-Chi flicked down through a digital list of names. "Prior records indicate almost all of those killed are known criminals and members of the underground society. Though I would personally admonish a medal to the person culling this chaff, they are not sanctioned… however, this could mean some sort of ex-vigilante force could be operating. Possible former military, law enforcement with augmentations."

She clicked on one of the previous crime scene photographs taken by the four-man task force that had been assigned to begin working on this case immediately. "Hmmm a night club… The purple parlor, one of the obvious crime families will have a tough time explaining this loss. Considering they were all killed and eaten." She remarked with an amused grin. Whatever had come, be it a group or some solo individual, it had been chaos. The entire building had been crushed, by something falling on it several times. "The indentations in the roof suggest a heavy weight in excess of ten tons of force was exuded on the steel supports nearly buckling it. The act shattering the electrical grid for the building and plunging everyone into darkness until he smashed through the glass ceiling. It left all of those inside completely in the dark. All of those dirty little heretics stuck in a cage of their own making. It's almost poetic."

The carnage that ensued, with sixty eight dead and several missing as data recovered from the recordings showed all of those present before, and what was left after. Several pieces from those missing were found later on in the following weeks, though nothing substantial to prove their deaths… "Which makes me wonder… if this was a cult why all the fanfare, each murder has become more grandiose and nothing showing any hint of some psychopath who would rather paint the walls red."

She mused hard trying to picture it…

An explosion of glass and metal came as the entire roof was caved in, panicked shrieks came from the women in attendance who were there as eye candy, but mostly for their escort services. The amounts of money spent on a lavish party would be more than an entire lower class family would see in a lifetime. It was already known that there was a psycho killer and that he had been hunting in these areas. The resulting chaos and confusion had created pure pandemonium.

The sound of gunfire had erupted quickly, with shots being thrown in the vague direction of other muzzle flashes. Some had attempted to flee only to find the doors locked tightly and refused to budge open. The fighting had been sporadic as people were flung all around - others crushed and shattered like they were made of timber, while others had been bitten while trying to run.

In total it took maybe three minutes for everything to start and end. The bullets had hit nothing but the walls and other occupants. Their attacker(s) were never hit and even if they were, they hadn't left a trace.

"Could be supernatural. Perhaps some type of vengeful ghost or aberration getting vengeance." She said before finding it within herself to actually laugh, she shook her head. "Only the mind of the simple and weak would ever believe such a story."

As Chi-Chi began to slowly piece together all of the scenes together her mind left with a slight tingle picking up on the thoughts and voices of so many people around her. Her psychic abilities were however… not natural. A very, painful gift it had been.

Her mind was able to read the thoughts of those around her when she wanted, but with so many minds now softly tapping on the barriers she had to pay them some attention, like one would an irritating itch or that uncomfortable pressure with one's clothes.

She also had to see if anymore information had been gathered, a possible link between all of the prior cases of cannibalistic murder that had been going on without her orders knowing before it had blown up in all of their faces. Granted a terrorist threat to kill hundreds had been the obvious call for priority over a single deranged serial killer, but in hindsight it had been the wrong one.

The office to the four detectives who were still drowsy as hell were at least functioning. Their conversations having dropped off to the occasional, read this, or check that as they worked through mountain loads of records.

Releasing a yawn Krillin kicked back in his chair as he released a stretch simultaneously. Yamcha was scribbling out something on a post-it note, and Tien was biting into a cold bagel while reading over a preliminary statement.

The door was thrown open, the handle racking against the frame. Krillin toppled over into a heap, Yamcha smeared a large black line through his report and Tien began to choke on his food as a black leather clad figure stood in their doorway.

"Report." Her demanding tone making Krillin scramble back upright as Tien pounded on his chest attempting to get the old bagel down his windpipe while Yamcha just lowered his head ready to accept his fate.

"Inquisitor… Well we-we-we have been looking through the documents, but- it's, there's so much- There's-!" A single finger raised upwards from the woman standing in front of him silenced his babbling.

Walking forwards with her hands resting at her sides, though one of her thumbs idly flicked the handle of her large pistol. "I asked for a report, I did not ask for an excuse. Now before I am insulted again, please report what I have requested."

Krillin caught himself before he embarrassed himself further and possibly… lost his head. "Inquisitor, there isn't very much to go off of…" Her eyes narrowed, "But, we have noticed a trend that has occured over the past few years that is telling."

Silence came next, as Chi-Chi's neutral face made no real indication and Yamcha and Tien both watched that same muted silence as the scene unfolded in front of them.

"Continue then…" Pulling her hand back from her waist, Chi-Chi crossed both of her hands over her chest and then with her rear foot without even looking kicked a standard office chair back so that she might sit herself comfortably all in a single fluid motion.

Swallowing, Krillin continued, "Back almost sixteen plus years ago there was a similar string of unsolved cannibal cases that match a similar method of operation like what we're seeing right now, but they weren't anything like the current cases. It was a person here or there every week or so, but similar bite marks just smaller, almost if the person committing these acts were a child and grew up to be much larger…"

A child, that spent years eating people? "So for at least sixteen years this things has been eating people, assuming that were going off the idea that a single individual is responsible."

Krillin shook his head, "No ma- I mean inquisitor. It stopped for a period of nearly six years, it started in year 41948 and ended in 41954, then until 41960 did everything start up again. During that time the current task force assigned to this was disbanded as the crimes had ceased and reassigned…"

"Typical politicians, never fixing a problem, just bury your head in the sand until you can't shit or see anything." She growled cracking her knuckles in her hand, irritated at the way serious issues were just swept up under the rug and then forgotten. Problems didn't simply stop because you stopped talking about them, they only came back bigger, and bigger, until they blow up in your face like this. "Is that all you have detective Krillin?" Emphasising his name and only further causing the sleep-deprived man more fear.

"Weh-well. We thought something interesting happened a few months prior to the beginning of these killings… If you recall there was a night when the sky caught fire and we had that massive explosion… well I think that there might've been some kind of sign or hint that this was coming or perhaps beginning because not long after people started disappearing along with high numbers of plants, animals, and borderline anything edible until it settled on people."

"Considering I was merely a babe in my father's tutelage to become what you see before you... How about you start from the beginning and please…" Leaning forward to rest her head on her interlaced fingers under her chin, "Be thorough."

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Kerghan