After Shocks

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Chapter 11: Jailhouse Rock Part I

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Twenty-five minutes later, Gohan come back into the small room where the policeman and Videl were chatting.

"So? How'd it go?" Videl asked casually.

"Painful." He said, rubbing his head. "Let's just say that the shape of my head has been immortalized in the bottom of her frying pan."

"I mean, what did she say about going under cover!"

"Well…"

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"After much screaming, and excessive use of the frying pan, I finally convinced her."

"That's great!" The police chief interjected.

"Hold on now. I wasn't finished. I can do this, but my mom has made some strict conditions. One; I can't do it tomorrow. My mother insists that I go to school tomorrow and get all of my assignments for the rest of this week, and then Videl can bring them to me if it takes longer than that. Two; I must be able to bring all of my books, so I can study. Three; I have to be able to call anyone I want as many times as I desire, and four; I must be allowed more than whatever the normal portions of food that are allotted for meal times. Due to my…heritage, my father, my little brother, and I eat tremendous amounts of food. I don't really care about the first three conditions. My mother insists on those. But the fourth… well I'll be outta there faster than the speed of light if that one doesn't happen!"

"Hmmm. I believe that can all be arranged. Ok, now that you're in, here's the plan." The policeman started. "On Wednesday morning, Videl will bring you into the station like she occasionally does with some of the more rough criminals. From there, we will properly restrain you, so it looks like you won't be able to escape anyways, and then we will transport you to the jail, which is only about a quarter of a mile down the street. You will be ID'd and issued a uniform and a cell. From there it'll be completely up to you. I have no idea if you'll get a cell by yourself, or if you'll be sharing. In our jail, fights are very common, because we are slightly understaffed there. If there is a fight, chances are no one will stop it, and the victims and perpetrators will both be left alone. That's why we wanted you, because we know you will be able to handle any fights with ease."

"Alright. Sounds good to me."

"In that case, see you both on Wednesday."

"Wait, wait, wait. What's my name gonna be? Am I just going as Gohan, or do I get an undercover name?"

"Um, er-. Heh, didn't think about that… Since no one will really know your secret identity, Gohan should be fine. I guess."

The police chief then walked out, leaving the two teens in the small room by themselves.

"Are you sure about this Gohan?"

"Yep."

"I mean, it's jail for heaven's sake."

"I'll be fine 'Del. I've been in tougher situations remember?"

Videl sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm just worried I guess. You seem like such an innocent kind of guy. I just can't picture you being in jail!"

"Awww! You do care!" Gohan said jokingly.

"Well it's not everyday that one of your best friends gets sent to jail! So there! Besides, what am I supposed to do during math class huh? You think I'm gonna actually pay attention?"

Gohan laughed as he began walking out of the room. "Sure Videl. Sure." He said, still laughing.

"Fine! What do I care! You can stay in jail forever for all I care!" She said, waving her arms wildly.

The two teens walked outside and went around the side again where they had landed. They waved goodbye, and then took off, each going to their own homes.

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Gohan flew home quickly. Again. He needed to talk to his father about something, but was greeted by a strange sight when he landed in his yard.

"WaaaAAAAHHOOOoooohhhh! WaaaAAAAHHOOOoooohhhh!" Goten was jumping up about six feet in the air, screaming louder as he went up, and softer as he came down repeatedly. "I'M A HALF-ALIEN POGO STIIIICK! WaaaAAAAHHOOOoooohhhh!"

Gohan stared after him for a few seconds before Chichi came around the side of the house yelling at him to 'get back here right now young man!' He shook his head in wonder before continuing inside to talk to Goku.

"Whaaashh ump?" Goku asked, with his mouth full of ice cream, if the 'whale of a pail' container in front of him was any evidence.

"Eh, not much dad. But, um, mom did tell you about the whole jail thingie I'm doing right?"

"Mffm hmm. Dazh so wid dad uur doin dat! (That's so weird that you're doing that)

"Um, yeah. Anyways, do you also remember that whole thing I have to do for Gym Class? When I had those four people come over for the evening?"

"Yuurp shhho duu! (Yup, sure do)

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"sho." (Sure)

"Could you please take over for my group for the few days that I'm going to be gone. I don't think they, or mom, would be very happy if our group failed because I wasn't there. The mini-tournament in Gym is coming up soon, so…"

"Mmhmm. No Pwahbluumb. (Mmhmm. No problem) He replied, still shoveling the chocolate fudge ice cream into his mouth.

"Thaa- hi mom!" Gohan said, as his mom burst into the house, looking rather flushed.

"Goku! Go get your son right now!"

Goku looked at his ice cream, then reluctantly at the door, and back at his ice cream. As Chichi slowly revealed that she had the frying pan behind her, Goku's eyes widened and he was outta there faster than you can say kamehameha.

"Man, I thought for sure that sugar high would have worn off on Goten by now. Did he even sleep last night?" Gohan asked once Goku had left.

"Actually, that sugar high did wear off. He was out like a light last night."

"So? Is there some reason he's acting a little…odd?"

"Yeah!" Chichi said, screwing up her face in anger. " A certain eight-year-old came over today, and this certain eight-year-old decided to bring his secret stash of candy in a capsule!"

"Ah. I see. Well, I'm gonna go upstairs and do some homework now. I'll make sure to get all of my assignments tomorrow, just like you asked."

"Ohh! I can't believe I'm letting you do this!" Chichi said with tears in her eyes. She suddenly had a mood swing or something because then she whipped out the frying pan and started waving it around, threatening the city's police. "This better not be some stupid rumor! If it is, and my baby had to go to jail for nothing, then those incompetent police better be watchin' out, cuz I'll be coming after them, mark my words!"

"Mom! I told you, I'll be fine!"

Chichi glared at Gohan, making him back off a little. "I still don't trust than new police chief. After the old one 'mysteriously died' a month ago…" She said narrowing her eyes, and sounding like she was just saying random parts of her thoughts out loud. "Well, maybe I'm just overreacting a bit. He is new, so maybe he's just inexperienced. But on the other hand, I still don't like him."

Gohan blinked. "Ok… I'm going…now."

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"Mmm. Pie's good. Bluuhburry? Neh. Like Srawburry bederer…"

CLANG

"Gohan get up right now! Stop mumbling about food again, and get ready for school! It's your last day!"

Gohan didn't need any more encouragement, as he was wide awake at the word 'food'.

"Food! Where? Where is it!" -insert massive amounts of drool-

Chichi sighed and rolled her eyes. "Like father like son." She muttered under her breath as she walked out of his room.

Gohan got hopped out of bed, grabbed a pair of jeans hanging over his desk chair, and then grabbed a long sleeve black t-shirt from his drawer, and dressed quickly. In a matter of minutes, he was chowing down on breakfast, with his messenger bag for school draped over one side of the chair. Seeing as he still had a little while before he needed to leave for school, he helped his mom wash a few dishes once he'd finished eating. When the time came that he needed to leave, he said his goodbyes, went outside, and took off, headed for school at a somewhat leisurely pace.

He arrived at school without disruption, and went into the school. He had been taking things out of his bag, and was currently hanging up the bag on the left-hand side of the locker, when suddenly, a muscled arm smashed into the door, slamming it on Gohan's arm just above the elbow. Needless to say, the locker was hurt more, but still, it's the basic idea of what the guy had been trying to do.

Gohan removed his arm from the metal which had bent around his arm, and looked strangely at a muscled guy who was on the football team. "Can I help you with something?" Gohan asked, sounding slightly annoyed. Just slightly…NOT! Gohan gave him the full-out death glare, which clearly said 'get away now, leave me alone, don't talk to me, and you might just live to see another day'.

MEANWHILE…miles away at Capsule Corp…

-Vegeta wipes imaginary tear from eye and randomly looks proud for some strange reason-

"Um, dad? Are you ok?"

"Huh? Whaa- of course I am! Quit stalling! Get back to your push-ups!"

BACKat school…

The football player grabbed Gohan by the collar of his shirt and attempted to lift him off the ground and bring Gohan to his face. Obviously, the guy wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, because when he had no such luck, he punched Gohan in the face.

He wasn't fazed in the least by the punch, and was still glaring at the football player, whose nickname he thought was Skunk or something. "Listen. I don't know what your problem is, but I need to get to class now."

"You're not getting' away that easily singing man guy! I have a bone to pick with you!"

"It…is…SAIYAMAN! Geez, it's not that hard to remember!" Gohan swore one of these days he was going to develop an eye twitch.

"Whatever singerman!"

Forget one of these days. Gohan was pretty sure that his eye was blinking like a turn signal. He closed his eyes for a moment and composed himself. He really needed to work on keeping his temper in check. Stupid hormones and crap!

"Excuse me please, sir. I need to get to my class now."

"I think not Mr. Smarty Pants!" He yelled into Gohan's face.

Whoooweee! At least he knew why they called him Skunk now. Did the guy even know what a breath mint was? Or for that matter, toothpaste? Gohan's squinted his eyes as they watered. Dang. That breath could probably take the rust off metal. Maybe the school should have him breathe on the lockers…

"You put my father in prison! All he was doing was robbing the bank and holding a teller or four hostage at knifepoint! You don't go ta prison for something like that! There's nothing wrong with earnin' a little money!"

"I beg to differ. I have no idea who your father is, but it sounds like he did deserve it." And so do you for that breath, come to think of it. It's like some sort of criminal sport to rob the bank around here! How should I know which one was his father!

"Yeah, well I don't care what you think! I want him back. Now!

"…"

Skunk crossed his arms and stood there as if waiting for his father to be returned to him at any moment.

"Uh, no. Bye now!" And with that, Gohan smiled cheerily and used his super speed to get around the massive guy, and was entering his classroom before the smelly dude could even react.

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Throughout the day, Gohan told his teachers that he would be needing his assignments for the rest of the week. Relatively few questions were asked, but if asked what for, he would mumble something about business for a while.

His gym group had nothing to complain about. Be taught martial arts by a former world champion? Ok!

Soon enough, the day was over, and Gohan was walking out of the school with his bag stuffed full of folders and books, and his hands full as well. He went up to the roof and looked into the horizon, pausing a moment to enjoy the pink clouds in the distance as the sun was preparing to set in another couple of hours. Life sure knew how to throw a curve ball.

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Woo hoo! I finally finished! Notice the longer-than-normalness? Ar har. I feel special. It's still not that long, but it's over 2,100 words! Yeh-haahhh-does celebratory jig that scares everyone away- …Wait come back! I need you to review still!

Yes. Now that I am done being crazy for .4 seconds, I shall take the time to ask you to REVIEW PLEASE-D