Hours had passed. Non-stop hours of teenagers bracing for impact as the teacher proved he was as good of a driver as a five year old child. The bus swerved all over the road, causing other cars and trucks to blare their horns as they tried to get out of the bus's warpath. That usually ended up with massive wrecks and pile ups and once or twice a large explosion that made every one scream like babies. For once, Sharpner wasn't alone in his girlish screaming.

A very, very sad fact.

"Why is everyone such bad drivers?" the Teacher muttered as he swerved the bus again. "Can't they learn to drive their cars properly? Like me!"

Gohan gulped as he saw a car just barely dodge the bus, coming within mere inches of scratching its yellow side. Why couldn't his class have a decent driver? This teacher was making the bus driver look competent! Please, Kami, anyone, stop this madness!

As if to answer his prayers, the shrill sounds of sirens occured, causing everyone to cheer as a couple police cars appeared behind the bus, many students praising their arrival. It wasn't every day a cop was useful, especially the ones in Satan City. In fact, the only competent officer was on the bus and she wasn't in a good position to pull the bus over. She wasn't in the mood to get a detention after all.

Grumbling, the teacher eased the bus to the side of the road, the two police cars stopping behind them. A few moments later and a couple of officers emerged from the cars and casually walked up to the bus door, one of them rapping his knuckles on the fiberglass window.

"Don't worry kids, I'll handle this," the Teacher announced as he pulled the door leaver. Once the doors were opened, the two cops climbed the steps and looked at everyone on the bus. "What can I do for you, Ossifer?" the Teacher asked.

Gohan blinked his eyes. What did he just say? And why did he get the feeling that nothing good was going to come from this? Ugh, curse this disastrous trip!

Both policemen looked at each other, before one of them said "Son, have you been drinking?"

"Ossifer, I swear to drunk, I'm not Kami," the Teacher replied, grinning like an idiot. From the way things were going, he probably was. It was a wonder how this guy actually graduated with a teaching degree.

As one of the cops muttered something about the day not even being noon yet, the other one said "You wouldn't mind if we have a look about the vehicle, do you? It's standard procedure in these…uhh, types of situations." As he said this, he pulled out a large flashlight, clicking the light on as it shined into the Teacher's face, causing him to squint.

Gohan looked out the window of the bus, finding it brightly lit. Why in the world was a flashlight necessary? Must've been something he learned at police school or something.

"What's the Ossifer, problem?" the Teacher said as he waved his hand to get the light out of his face.

"You've got a broken taillight," the first officer said as began walking down the bus aisle. "Though I get the feeling we'll be finding a couple other things." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled something out of it and held it bundled up in his hand. As he approached the back of the bus, he began to stretch out his arms, casually dropping the object as it fell to the floor. Acting as if he suddenly saw it, he said aloud "What do we have here?" Kneeling down, he picked up what appeared to be a plastic bag, some powdered substance within it. Opening it up, he sniffed the substance, his eyes narrowing. Looking to a student, he then said "Is this yours?"

The student shook his head frantically. "N-no, it's not mine! I've never seen that before in my entire life!"

The cop just stared him down, making him shrink away. "A likely story." Standing up, he held the bag up for all to see and shouted to his partner. "I found something! I think its coke, but I'm not too sure."

"Why don't you do a line to make sure?" his partner called back.

"Hey, you can't do that here!" the Teacher protested. "There're students here! If you want to do drugs, do it outside the bus!"

"What does a teacher know about drugs?" the cop next to him demanded as he put the flashlight close to his face. "And how would you know it is drugs? Are they yours? You better explain yourself."

The Teacher sputtered. "Your partner just shouted that he thought it was crack! How else would I know? Damn it, man! I'm a teacher, not a drug dealer!"

"That's what they all say. Turn around with your hands on the back of your head."

"You're arresting me? You can't do that! My union won't allow it!"

"And my union says that if your union gets in the way of me doing my job, I get to use force. So what'll it be: you wear the handcuffs peacefully or I beat the crap out of you with my trusty nightstick and then you'll wear the handcuffs peacefully? It's your choice, boy."

The teacher looked like a goldfish, his eyes bug-eyed and mouth gaping open. Finally accepting where he was going, he did as he was instructed, the metal clicks of the cuffs ticking away his teaching job as the handcuffs were fastened on his wrists. Boy, was his union going to be pissed about this.

"Hey, who'll drive our bus now?" Sharpner suddenly protested, standing up from his seats as the two cops looked at him warily.

The one from the back then said "I'm going to tell you once, boy, sit down in your seat and don't interfere."

"Or what? You'll beat me with your little clubs? That's police brutality and you won't get away with it! We have Videl Satan sitting right there and she'll uphold the law!"

Both cops blinked before one of them said "Who?"

Sharpner seemed to be taken back by this, along with most of the students, including Videl. "What do you mean 'who'? Videl Satan! The daughter of the World Champ Hercule Satan!"

"Son, I ain't never heard of this Satan guy or his little girl. Right now, you need to seat back down or you'll really regret that big mouth of yours," the same cop said.

"What is it with you backwater hicks and not knowing the Great Mr. Satan? First that Mountain Boy and now you two," Sharpner shouted. "Are all the people in the boonies as dumb as—"

The policeman who wasn't busy arresting the teacher began to stretch his arms again, this time his nightstick in hand. Casually, his club hit Sharpner in the head with a loud crack, dropping the blond instantly. "Oh sorry about that. I have this condition, you see. It makes me stretch at random times and people always seem to get hurt. Don't really know why that is. Right now though, I feel like I need to touch my toes."

And as the cop bent over to touch those toes, his club went swinging through the air until it collided with Sharpner's body, causing him the cry out. As the cop straightened out, he bent over again, once again swinging his club and hitting the blond jock, his cries of pain becoming more and more girlish with each hit. "Boy, you got a purdie mouth," the cop said as he finished his "stretches." I wonder what other noises you can make."

"Alright, I've had enough of this,' Videl declared as she moved out of her seat. "I understand the need to beat Sharpner, but this is going too far. You're not even doing it right."

"Girl, do you want to get arrested too?" the cop barked at her.

Videl glared at him. "Just try it."


"You just had to say that, didn't you Videl? Just had to dare them. Look where you've gotten us this time," the teacher complained loudly.

A large vein was pulsing on the Satan girl's forehead, an irritated expression on her face and her arms crossed over her chest, her hands clenching and unclenching. She was a volcano about to erupt and anyone next to her would be covered in boiling lava. There would be much screaming in the very near future.

Unfortunately, Gohan knew the Satan girl would have a hard time letting her anger out on the teacher. The first reason was because he was on the other side of the jail cell. The other reason was that the entire class was crammed in between them, the large number of bodies barely able to move without touching someone else. In fact, the bars of the jail cell were starting to bend from the strain of having so much weight and pressure against them. Why the police felt it was a good idea to cram as many people into one small cell was beyond the Son boy, but they had been determined to do so. Then there was a small exchange of money as some people had been on the losing side of a bet. It didn't take too many guess as to what the bet was.

Gohan sighed. This was just going to go so well with his mother. Thrown in jail for some unknown reason and with little choice than to wait until someone sprang them out, Gohan began to wonder if this whole field trip was exactly what the school had thought would happen. Probably not since the school administrators were too incompetent to put together an Erector Set., much less plan a trip this screwed up.

Yet that was the least of his worries. If his mother ever caught wind of this little incident, there would be hell, and possibly heaven, to pay. He'd be the most likely victim for the blame and there was nothing he could do to stop an unjust punishment.

Life was just so unfair.

Feeling someone from behind him bump into him, Gohan was pressed against the bars, which gave a slight groan. It was too much to hope that the bars would break, thus freeing them all from captivity, so the Son boy just had to endure his uncomfortable position. Once the pressure was gone, he leaned back, finding out that leaning against the bars wasn't the best of choices. There was some sort of stickiness on them and they just had to transfer over to his clothes. He didn't even want to know what the substance was, he just knew that not only would he be punished for being in jail, but his mother would make him wash his clothes afterwards. What a lovely day this was becoming.

"Hey Cop!" Sharpner called out from next to him, which caused Gohan to frown. Hadn't Sharpner been one of the first people thrown into the cell? He should've been on the other side. Ugh, why did he bother using logic with the blond? No matter how many times he tried to make sense of his actions, Sharpner always seemed to violate any form of logical thought that would be in affect for anyone else.

And this was coming from someone that ignored the laws of gravity.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you donut-eating slobs!" the blond called out to a couple of officers that seemed to be ignoring anything that moved. Upon the utterance of the rude name that had been aimed at them, they snapped up and glared at the blond, who shrugged it off like a tank shell hitting Saiyaman's chest. In other words, it blew up on him and cut him up with shrapnel, but he ignored the pain because he was a man, a girly man but a man nonetheless. "Finally! I've been yelling at you for hours. I want my phone call now."

"You want a phone call huh?" one of the cops said, sarcastically. "Alright, here it is." Moving his hand to the side of his face, he extended his thumb and pinkie finger, the former held by his ear and the latter by his mouth. "Ring, ring."

Copying the cop's actions, Sharpner answered the "phone." "Hello? Is this my lawyer? Good, I want to sue the crap out of these donut-packing cops pronto. Think you can get it done by lunch?"

In a high-pitched voice the cop then said "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is not in the registry. Please hang up and dial an existing number, you moron." Lowering the "phone" from his face, the cop placed it on his desk, saying "Click."

"Damn it, I must've dialed a wrong number," Sharpner muttered. Turning to his stupefied classmates, he asked them all "Does anyone know the number for a good attorney? Don't worry; my girlfriend Videl will pay any and all legal fees since she has money."

A fist collided with the blond's face, causing his head to whip back and bang against the metal bars. Sharpner then slid down to the floor, his scalp bloody and the rest of his limited mental capacities on hiatus. The cops were laughing raucously from the display almost to the point of turning purple from lack of oxygen. It would be their luck the two would die from asphyxiation and they would be blamed for it. What? With the way their luck has been lately, you'd think pessimistically too.

Sighing for the umpteenth time in this fic, Gohan began looking through the bars again, hoping to find some random dues ex machina that would get him out of this cramped cell. Something, anything that no one would've thought of except the guy writing out the story of his life.

Looking lazily around, the Son boy couldn't help but notice the pile of mops and brooms all crammed into a small metal bucket. By those were a few metal folding chairs that had seen better days twenty years ago. And above those was a security camera, slowly moving side to side in an attempt to watch any and everyone within the building.

Wait, that was it! Thank you random dues ex machina!

"Umm, sir?" Gohan called out to the cops, hoping to get their attentions. "Please, I need to talk to one of you. It's very important."

A rustling sound occurred behind him. "Gohan, if you're about to do what Sharpner just did, I guarantee you that what I did to him will look like a makeover compared to what I'll do to you," Videl's voice said.

Shivering slightly, Gohan did his best to ignore that threat. If his idea was going to work, he didn't need to be cowered out of it. That would be pitiful, even for Sharpner. "Sirs? Please!"

"What son? What do you want?" one of them snapped at him, annoyed by being interrupted out of what ever he had been doing.

"I just wanted to tell you you're in very big trouble," Gohan started, hoping to lead the men right to where he wanted them to go. Naturally, they took his bait as each of them rolled their eyes.

"And how are we in 'big trouble?' Last I recall, you're the one in jail and we're not."

"Well you see, I'm pretty sure the officers that arrested us did so illegally, especially with unnecessary force," Gohan replied. Once again, he got the rolled eyes. "I know you probably get claims like those all the time, but this time there's proof."

"Like what? One of your little buddies caught it on camera or something? Last I checked, there wasn't a camera in anyone's possession, so I doubt anyone in your cell magically pulled one out of their rectum," one of the cops retorted.

"Well, we were on a school bus and all buses have a camera above the bus driver's seat," the Son boy said. At that, both cops jolted up, their eyes widening in realization. Next to him, Gohan felt Videl appear against the bars, realizing exactly what he had mere minutes earlier. Or was it seconds? Perhaps they were running off of Namek Time, where five minutes lasted much longer than usual.

As one of the cops pulled out their nightstick and moved to go to the impounded bus, most likely to get rid of any evidence, Videl called out "I wouldn't bother going to destroy the camera now. It doesn't have the recording of the arrest in it."

"Oh yeah?" the one that hadn't pulled out his club responded. "And how would you know? Technology is a man's expertise, little girl. All cameras have recordings on them."

"Actually," the teacher suddenly piped up, "all recordings for the buses go to an outside source somewhere at the Bus Barn, making sure nothing damages the footage in case the bus is in a wreck. I'm sure someone will see the footage sooner or later and report what happened to higher authorities."

"What higher authorities?" the cop exclaimed. "We are the authorities!"

"Higher…Authorities."

Both cops began to sweat, looking uneasily at each other. It was pretty obvious they hadn't been put into this sort of situation before. Mostly everyone they locked up was too stupid to form words or too drunk to be awake. This was practically unprecedented.

Damn their police school for not teaching them to handle these situations!

Before they could begin bargaining with the students, who were suddenly interested with the current development, Videl threw out an offer that was sure to not be refused, lest a certain Godfather became annoyed. "If you let us out right now, we can make sure the footage doesn't see the light of day. We go our way, you go yours, nice and clean."

Once again the cops looked to each other. It couldn't be that easy, there had to be a catch. There was always a catch in these sorts of situations according to the movies and as everyone knows, everything that happens in movies was real, just like wrestling. "There's some kind of catch to this, isn't there?" one of the ventured, trying to see beyond the nonexistent curtain.

Gohan heard Videl hit her head on the cell bars, not that he blamed her. He wanted to do the same, though he knew if he tried the bars would probably break and then the cops would claim they were trying to break out of jail. "No catch," the Satan girl said through gritted teeth. "Now unless you want your little brutalities on the 8 o'clock news, I highly suggest you let us out. Your livelihoods are on the line."

"Perhaps…perhaps we should keep one of you so you keep your word," the other officer said.

Seeing the Satan girl's grip on the bars tighten to the point her knuckles were turning a white so blinding Gohan almost searched for ski goggles, the Son boy knew his friend was on the verge of tearing the bars apart and kicking some cop ass. However, that line of thinking ended when a look of realization overcame her features. "Okay, sure. One of us will stay behind."

"Deal," both cops agreed, one of them rushing over with a set of keys and began opening the cell door.

Looking to the dark-haired girl, Gohan whispered to her "We can't leave someone behind. It won't be fair to the one left behind."

Videl just ignored him as the class piled out of the cell, many of them letting out sighs of relief that they now had some elbow room. "So which one of you is staying?" one of the cops asked, a serious look on his face.

"Him," Videl said, pointing at one of the students. As everyone turned, many students with a relived look on their face while some were doing jigs in the station, the cops grimaced at what they saw.

Sharpner's comatose body.

"Awww, can't you give us one of the girls?" a cop whined. "We have to say here for so long without any women folk. Do us a favor and just give us one of the sluttier ones! We're lonely, man!"

"Hey, you never said which student should be left," Videl countered, a smirk on her face. As both cops muttered something about a catch, they begrudgingly allowed the class to run to freedom and beyond.


To SesshyLover: Now he's in jail. Perhaps prison can do what Launch couldn't lol