Videl hated hospitals. She hated the smell, the bright white colors, the doctors running around in scrubs, everything. It did not help that she was here pretty often. Sometimes for herself, but not usually. She sighed and pushed ahead, determined to get this interview over as soon as possible. It was with a relieved sigh that she finally located the room where their witness was staying for the moment.

The room was well lit, and the small, attractive woman lay on the bed, dressed in a hospital gown. Videl walked inside and took a seat next to the bed, Erasa copying her movements.

Videl smiled at the woman. "Hi. I'm Satan Videl and this is my partner, Rubba Erasa, from Satan City Homicide. And you are…?"

The woman smiled slightly. "Christine Seittman. Pleasure to meet you."

Videl arched an eyebrow. "Christine Seittman? Which is your name and which is your surname?"

The woman looked confused for a second. "Oh, sorry. I'm foreign, I forgot about that. My name is Christine. Seittman is my surname, I guess."

Videl nodded. "Can you tell us what happened, Seittman-san?"

The woman nodded. "Sure." She began to tell her story, of walking to her hotel and being attacked by a gang, and then saved by the glowing golden demon. "And then he brought me here. While they were admitting me, I heard one of the nurses ask for the guy's name. I think he said Son Gohan. As I said, he goes by the Hunter out on the streets."

 Videl nodded. She had heard of the Hunter, but she had not known that he was real, or linked to this case. "You said that he had two different forms. Do you think you could describe them for me?"

The woman shook her head. "No, but I can do better." From a table nearby she produced two sheets of paper, with beautifully drawn portraits. "I'm an artist, you see. I figured it's the least I could do."

Videl nodded again and looked over the pictures. One was of a handsome man, who could not be more than twenty, with dark eyes and spiky onyx hair. The other was quite disturbing. It was the same face, but the dark eyes were a fierce yellow, and the raven-black hair was in golden spikes. The teeth were sharp and looked like something you would see on a carnivore. The sloping brow hooded the eyes, giving the man a distinct feeling of darkness. She shivered just looking at it.

"And you said you heard him addressed as Son Gohan?"

Christine nodded. "Yeah. And the guys who attacked me called him the Hunter. That's all I know, I hope it helped."

Videl stood up and smiled at the woman. "More than you know."

After leaving the room, Videl turned to Erasa. "I think it's time to pay another visit to the Sons."

At that moment, across the city, a dark form perched on the roof of one of Satan City's numerous skyscrapers. Part of him was on the alert for any more crimes, but his attention was elsewhere, on the ever-going battle between himself and the demon within. As part of the vampiric ritual, a demon was supposed to manifest within his body, effectively wiping out his soul. However, his spirit had been too strong and pure to kill, only weakened. The demon had changed him, warped his nature, but at least it did not completely control him. It almost had though. Whenever he took the demon's form, what his sire had called the 'game-face', the battle began anew. And it was harder for him to control. He had almost lost it tonight in that alley.

Son Gohan sighed and sat back, realizing he would never be able to pay attention tonight. He was too wrapped up in dark thoughts. He had battled with himself for so long before being bitten that this struggle was nothing new to him. He just wished he could ask his father for advice. How long had it been since he had seen his family? It had to have been a year at least. A year too long.

He wished desperately he could go and see them, explain his sudden disappearance, apologize, and just spend time with them. But what was he supposed to tell them? That he was a monster that roamed the streets, drinking the blood of humans? That he was technically dead? That he was cursed to spend eternity like this, until someone shoved a stake through his still heart? No, he could not tell them. That was why he had distanced himself from his family.

He could not cry anymore, his undead body would not allow him, but he wished he could.  That was a luxury that living, breathing people possessed.

With a start, he realized that the sun was due in only an hour or so. He swiftly stood, dispelling all thoughts of self-loathing as he gathered his energy, prepared to take flight so that the heavenly body did not sear his undead flesh with fiery kisses. The blue aura surrounded him and he blasted away over the city, trailing azure flames behind him.

The next morning found the two exhausted detectives back at the picturesque cottage in the 439 area of Mt. Poazu. The jetcopter ride had been harrowing, with Videl falling asleep several times at the helm. By the time they touched down, Erasa never wanted to ride in another one again, at least not with Videl.

The brunette detective yawned and stumbled out of the pilot's seat, gripping a cup of coffee like her life depended on it. Her eyes were bloodshot and had bags under them and her hair was a mess. It was obvious she had not been sleeping well lately. Erasa was concerned for her partner.

"You okay? I can handle this if you want to go home and sleep."

Videl shook her head and took a swig of her coffee. "Nah, I'm fine. Just been up all night because of this stupid case. I'll be glad when it's done."

Erasa grinned. "Ditto."

Videl finished her drink and chucked the cup back inside her vehicle, and the two proceeded to the front door of the house. Videl took a nervous breath and knocked. There was something about this family that bothered her…

A/N-And that's a wrap! Well, for this chapter, at least. You know, I realized halfway through this chapter that some people's names I had in English form, others in Japanese, so I fixed that by making people like Christine foreigners. Problem solved. And for those of you who noticed, I'm pulling a lot of stuff from Joss Whedon's Buffy/Angel shows. I'm not sure about the demon thing, but I think that's from their, I seem to recall that Angel was with soul and Angelus was the vampire demon…for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, just ignore that. And one more thing…I know that Gohan, as a vampire, is technically dead, so why does he have ki? Well, Goku was dead and in the Otherworld and he could still use it, so Gohan can use it. 'Nuff said. I think that's it for author's notes…give me feedback please people!