Ye who requires a disclaimer, check chapter one.

Author's Note:

Wow, you guys have no idea how much fun I had writing this chapter! *Snorts* OK, maybe the amusement is just mine. Anyway, I did say I was going to thank you all till I turned blue, right? Well. Thank you! *Offers her fun commentors kisses and mini Hayseeds for their time* Now then, I hope you all enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed typing it.

Vegita -PI-

"Woman, is it absolutely necessary to allow the Son family to continue staying here? We know when the bloody trial is!" Vegita blurted.

"Yes, Vegita, it is absolutely necessary! They can stay here all the way through the trial!"

The Saiyan prince's eyes narrowed. "They leave when this whole law business is done."

Bulma leaned forward daringly into his personal bubble. "They leave, Vegita, when they are ready to. In fact, you know what? I'm going to insist that they stay until the REAL culprit is found. Gee Vegita, that could take months."

Vegita snarled. The woman had returned but five minutes before and she was all ready getting in a tizzy with him. He didn't care that she was angry, her problem, not his. What mattered, was this rotten threat of keeping the Son's around! If he had to put up with Kakkorot in his house for one more fucking day…! "You do, Woman, and I'll…"

"Ah ah, Vegita. An old Indian proverb covers this. 'Man who fight all day, get no peace at night!'"

"I've got a better one. WOMAN who fight all day get no piece at night!"

Bulma's hands went to her hips. "I can deal with that, o' mighty Prince. You're the one that would be sleeping downstairs on the couch!"

Vegita began to lean forward, really getting into the argument, when an idea stuck him. He stepped back with a devilish grin. "After the killer is found, they leave."

The blue haired woman stopped, startled by the shift in conversation. "Yes."

The little Saiyan continued his grin. "Perfect."

He then turned and began walking out of the Capsule Corps kitchen. Bulma shook herself of the shocked stupor. "Where the hell are you going?"

With out turning, the Saiyan prince replied, "To find a killer." and continued on out of the building.

Bulma followed. "Your going to try to find the guy? Vegita, you don't know the first thing about detective work! You can't find out everything you need to know just by threatening people!"

Vegita snorted. "Maybe you can't. I just have to threaten the right people."

"Vegita, I swear if whatever you do interferes with Gohan's trial..!"

"Fah, the brat's trial will go fine. But if you want to keep the Son family here until you have a murderer, then I will get you a murderer. He'll be hog tied with a pink ribbon and on your doorstep!"

He then took off with out allowing the woman another word. Vegita could almost feel the horns popping out of his head. If the bloody woman wanted to play games, than he would play games. He would BEAT her at her own game! That would be the most decisive and uplifting win of all. He would have the last laugh this time.

As the Saiyan Prince flew along contemplating a victory he did not yet have, it occurred to him that their may be a slight hitch in this whole scenario. He had no idea as to where he should start. Well, as he had told the woman, one just needed to threaten the right people. Vegita stopped in mid air above Satan City and looked around thoughtfully. Who to threaten?

The press? They always served as cheap entertainment when they got too close. They usually knew any and all information relating to things like this. No, Vegita decided, they were also far to annoying and intrusive. He didn't want to put up with it.

A moment more of thought and an idea came to him. The cops. They made Kakkorot look intelligent between the lot of them, but they would have the facts Vegita needed. Grin returning, he took off towards the cop shop. They were entirely to easy to scare into submission as well. Positively perfect.

The Saiyan prince landed on the PD steps, his Saiyan fashioned boots not making a sound. He climbed the steps chest out and head high, completely ignoring all the gawkers that he had landed amongst. They were not his problem or his goal. Upon entering the building, Vegita looked about for the first uniformed human he could find.

Behind a front counter of some sort stood a one of these men, apparently arguing with a Hooker. Vegita didn't care, his business was, of course, far more important. He strode to the desk , reached over, and grabbed the officer by the lapels of his shirt pulling him down to eye level. His tag said something about Hernandez, or some sort. "Tell me who to talk to for information about the Pulaz killing!"

The weak human went white and looked shaken to the core. Vegita would have smirked, would it not have ruined the appearance he was after. "I… I.. Sir.. We can't just give out information to anyone who…"

Vegita growled deep in his throat. The man's lip quivered and he whimpered, "That old guy, third desk in. Sergeant Rund, he can tell you everything you need to know."

The Saiyan shoved Hernadez back so hard that he hit the wall behind with a solid thud, and then walked back to the appointed desk. Placing both ands on the wooden surface, Vegita leaned forward and sneered at the startled officer. "Tell me all that you know about the Pulaz killing."

The guy, Rund, had recovered quickly enough and much to Vegita's frustration looked calmly back at him. "I don't go just handing out my hard work to any one who walks in you know. Give me a reason."

A muscle in the Saiyan's cheek twitched as he effected to keep some semblance of calm. All of the officers were supposed to just roll over like good puppies, not question him! "I do not see why I should give you a reason."

"No reason, no info, buddy."

Vegita snarled and hit the desk hard. "You are convicting the wrong man of this act. I am trying to find the murderer you fools obviously missed! To do that, I need information!"

Rund smiled then, and gestured to a chair. "Have a seat. Hernandez sent you over here, didn't he? That guy must still be holding a grudge. My name is Tano Rund, what may I call you, sir?"

The Saiyan prince did not move from his position. "Vegita." All though 'my lord' would have been better.

Noting the lack of movement, and the lack of last name, Rund continued any way. "Are you friends with Great Saiyaman, then?"

Vegita grumbled his response. "Something along those lines."

"I see. Well, to tell the truth, I agree with you whole heartedly. Great Saiyaman is innocent. Unfortunately, we don't have much to go on. We have one witness to say the he saw Saiyaman entering the building at the time of the murder. Which normally would be all right and chipper. However, the cameras in and around Mr. Pulaz's room never picked up a thing. Now, I know Saiyaman can move quick, but the camera's would have picked up something."

Interested, Vegita took the chair and nodded for the man to continue. "Looking into the crime scene further, I found some papers in Mr. Pulaz's desk. They hadn't been there before. The murderer had not only killed Mr. Pulaz, but rigged the scene. They guy new how to trick a camera, that's all there is to it. In fact, he may have had some one on the inside simply loop the tape."

Vegita grunted. "Who?"

Rund grimaced. "Keep in mind, this is all speculation. Of the three guys in this place that really know camera tricks, only one has completely turned on Great Saiyaman." He pointed back up to the front desk. "Hernandez."

The Saiyan made as if to stand, but Rund was up before him and pushing the smaller man back into his seat. The man would never know how close he came to loosing a hand. Or maybe he did, and didn't care. "Like I said, it's all speculation Mr. Vegita. And while I personally despise the fink, and believe he very well did play a hand in all this, if you do anything to him here I'll be forced to help defend him. Now, I don't want to be forced into that, and you don't want to be mobbed by all of these police officers. However, he does get off of work at five. If something were to happen to him on the way home…"

Vegita smirked. Perhaps this particular human wasn't quite so bad as the rest. He wouldn't say that though. "What else do you know?"

"The papers that were slipped in. They did not say anything of importance really, it's the hand and the signature that matters. Signed and sealed by one Mr. Satan."

Eyes narrowing, Vegita asked, "Have you questioned the man?"

Rund snorted. "We can't. Mr. Satan essentially has the same sort of privileges that an embassy would. Diplomatic immunity granted by the mayor because Mr. Satan saved the Earth. I, as a professional working for the city, can not touch him."

"But I can. Anything else?"

The sergeant shook his head. "I'm afraid not. That's why Great Saiyaman is still sitting where he is."

Vegita stood and began walking away then. After a couple of steps he stopped and with out turning around said a thanks to the man. Then continued out of the building. It was uncharacteristic of him to do such a thing, but the human had indeed offered up more information than Vegita had thought he would. It did not hurt his pride to say thank you to a human. Especially when no one he really knew was about.

The Saiyan prince took off, once again startling the passer bys, towards the home of Mr. Satan. He had to wait until five to deal with the worthless officer, but he could easily entertain himself now by putting the blow hard to the question. Vegita's grin returned. He was looking forward to this! What fun it would be to make that ass cry like a baby!

Engrossed in his morbid thoughts as he was, Vegita stilled noticed when a familiar Ki began encroaching on him. He refused to look back, he knew full well who it was. What he did not know however, was what the blasted Namek wanted.

The green bean caught up to him and flew beside him for a way in silence. Despite himself and his pride, Vegita had to break the silence. "What the hell do you want, Namek?"

Piccolo wore a smirk to rival his own. The Namek knew he had won that mental battle, and it irked Vegita's Saiyan pride. "You are looking for the true murderer in Gohan's case, yes?"

Vegita had to bite his cheek to keep from asking how the hell the Namek had known that. The damn green bean had all ready won one fight! Vegita could not afford to loose pride to another. Instead, he refused to answer.

Still, the Namek nodded. "I thought as much. Satan should be able to tell us some interesting facts."

Vegita glowered at the sky ahead of him. "I work alone, Namek."

"As do I. It just so happens that we are working separately on the same topic. I do not know your reason for helping Gohan, but I know I would like to solve this case as fast as possible. It is for that reason, that I suggest an alliance."

The Saiyan prince snarled. He to wanted this solved as fast as possible. He thought back on to the past two days spent constantly with Kakkorot. Vegita closed his eyes and nodded. There were worse people, much worse people, than the Namek that he could be stuck with. "Done."

They continued the rest of the way to Satan's Mansion is silence. Neither were big talkers. This was one of the reasons why the Namek was not so horrible to deal with in Vegita's mind. All of the people on this planet it seemed, enjoyed listening to their own voices.

Both men had traced Satan's weak Ki to the upper floor of his home and chose to make an entrance via balcony instead of front door. The tactic worked well, as by the time he realized they were there, he had a man to each side of him and no where to run. Satan cowered. He knew these guys. They were from the Cell games, and that last Budoki.

Vegita moved in and grabbed the blow hard by the front of his robe. That was, of course, the Saiyan's favorite method of intimidation. It worked well when one was, ehem, vertically challenged. "Tell me everything that you knew about Pulaz and everything you know even closely associated with his murder!"

"I ah, ahah, I wouldn't know what your talking about!"

Piccolo, who had picked up an expensive looking vase and had been studying it, said a dangerously quiet, "Wrong answer."

The vase shattered in his hands.

Mr. Satan starred bug eyed and began shaking. "Uh… uh… he was gonna fund a new toy they were coming out with of me until it took off! I mean, what the hell, the guy was rich off his ass. And some where along the way he…."

Vegita smirked, quite pleased with himself as he took off from the balcony. The Namek followed behind him, expressionless. "It didn't take much persuasion to get that man to spill his guts! Ha! And after that, the next target should be getting off of work by now."

Piccolo quirked an eyebrow. "Our… next target?

A feral grin graced the prince's lips. The ball was in his park now. "Yes, 'our next target.'"

The Namek made no further comment and Vegita was amused beyond words at this. This was turning out to be a profitable day after all. He certainly could not get this sort of entertainment out of Kakkorot no matter how long they would train. He led the way back to the police station, where one Hernandez was just exiting the wide front doors.

For as high above as the two private eyes were, unless the man looked up, he would not know he was being followed. It was due to his Saiyan enhanced vision that Vegita could even recognize the man below. He did not thank that blessing though, to Vegita, there was no other way.

Watching the man turn down a deserted, and particularly rancid looking ally way, Vegita took the opportunity to swoop in on him. From the expression on Hernandez's face at the sudden appearance of the short Saiyan and the tall Namek, the officer would need to scrape out his pants later. Once again, the man's lapel fell victim to Vegita's grip. "You fucked with the camera's in Pulaz's room I hear. I know you aren't bright enough to murder the man on your own. Who ordered it?"

Hernandez's knees gave out and he sunk until he was only being held up by his collar. "I… I don't know his name…."

Vegita came nose to nose with the human and glared. "I don't think your telling me the truth."

An ammonia scent caught the Saiyan's enhanced sense of smell and he looked down to find the Hernandez had indeed soiled himself. Vegita sneered, how very like a pathetic human. The man whimpered. "Mr. Siaka ordered me to do it. I don't know what his motives were or anything, he just paid me real well. That's all I know, I swear it! Please don't hurt me!"

Vegita grunted and tossed the man into a midden pile. "If you value your life, worm, you will not let me se you around here again."

The Saiyan then flew from the scene, Piccolo once again followed. "Interesting," commented the Namek. "They both give out the same name in the end. Now it just comes down to find this, Siaka."

Vegita waved it off. "I could care less about that right now. I'm hungry. I shall pick this back up tomorrow." And he promptly flew back towards Capsule Corps.

Piccolo watched him go. While the Saiyan may have been done for the evening, he still had one more stop to make.