I promised you a quick chapter update didn't I? Well here it is! Oh and the movie is just called "Redemption". It's about this guy called Stanley "Tookie" Williams who stared this gang called the Crips that affected the world. Once he is placed on Death Row he wants to stop the devastation he had started with the help of this journalist (I forgot her name). It's a true story and Stan is still in jail today writing books, has been for 23 years (and he's still on Death Row). VERY good movie. That's what I was talking about the last chapter. Gohan's not looking for redemption though, he's looking for revenge. Oh and about Goku, he's as dead as a doornail.

Only One Shot

Chapter 12: Pain…

Cortez took a long drag out of his Cuban cigar and puffed out money signs happily. He had been having a great week. His annoying son Gerard was FINALLY dead, Gohan was in jail for something he may or may not have done (whichever it was he didn't care), and he was rolling in dough. Hearing someone clear his throat, he glanced to the side.

He sat there clutching his newly bandaged healing arm with new bandages in his stomach for getting shot, breaking at least 6 ribs, a few cuts and scrapes here and there, and a cast for stupidly yet wisely jumping off a 5 story building (and surprisingly lived to tell the tale much to Cortez's disappointment).

The man smirked proudly under the shadowy protection of his wide brimmed hat. "What's wrong? Disappointed to see that I lived?" Cortez snorted, muttered something in spanish, and tossed a bag at him. "Here, don't spend it all in one hospital." The man scowled and grabbed the bag with his good hand before limping off.

His bodyguard aka eldest and most trusted son leaned over towards him. "Are you sure you don't want to just kill him father?" Cortez waved him away and puffed on his cigar. "Too easy Ricardo, I'd rather let him live…for awhile. If…what's his name again? (Gohan) Ah yes Gohan, thank you Ricardo. If Gohan comes seeking revenge I'll blame that brat."

"But father, what if Gohan wonders how you know who that man is?" Cortez's nervously puffed a few times on his cigar before giving Ricardo an angry look. "You think too much Ricardo. Besides, they have lots of evidence." While Ricardo nodded, Cortez assuming he accepted the explanation, Cortez began wondering if he could accept it himself.

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Videl took a deep breath and straightened out her clothes nervously as Gohan was brought into the interrogation room. He looked…blank. He wore a white wife beater with a blue short sleeved button up shirt and blue pants with black boots. Videl jumped when one of the replacement detectives, Hiro (Avon), placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright? I didn't mean to scare you." Inwardly Avon hoped he had scared her because he was on the verge of screaming obscenities about what she did to Gohan that would make sailor's blush all shades of red. She gave him a small smile. "I'm okay." Upon hearing her wavering voice he gave a concerned look on the outside while on the inside he smirked.

The other replacement detective (a real detective this time) named Julia Loire entered the room. She was a beautiful middle-aged woman with fair hair and green eyes. She wore full moon glasses that did nothing to mar her beauty and had one strands of hair caressing each cheek. She wore business type clothes with black heels and had a commanding air about her.

They looked through the one-sided window to see Gohan sitting at the table with a dazed look. Two guards stood behind him with a 49 Mil and a bolt rod as a warning. They sometimes tauntingly placed it near his ear so he could hear it sizzling around the rod but he never responded so they lost interest soon enough.

"Are we ready to do this or not?" Avon didn't say a word and just walked out of the room into the interrogation room. Videl nodded and the two women followed after him. Avon stood in the corner watching as Julia and Videl stood side by side, Julia placing pictures of dead victims on the table. Videl flinched as she saw her father's head.

"Mr. Son, do you recognize any of these victims?" Unknowingly to anyone in the room but the two saiya-jins, Gohan gave Avon a discreet look. Avon nodded his head discreetly and Gohan looked up at Julia. "Yes." His voice was clear, distant, and had an empty feeling to it that Avon couldn't help but give a death glare in Videl's direction.

"I see…and did you ever get to know any of them personally?" It all came to Gohan then. Julia would ask the questions they came up with, Videl was there to verify if any of his answers were a lie, and Avon…well…Avon probably just snuck in to help him out. He gave Julia a curious glance and looked at the table. "I don't know why you're asking me this."

Julia blinked and if anyone was paying attention they would've seen Avon smirking in his little corner. "What do you mean Mr. Son?" she said, completely confused as to how he became the one to ask the questions. He glanced at Videl stoically and said in the same voice, "Why don't you ask Det. Satan. I'm sure she knows everything about what I did…or at least thinks that."

"I want to hear it from your own mouth!" Videl admitted with a glare. Gohan glared at her back and Julia coughed, gathering her things and moving over where Avon was standing—in the far corner of the room which provided safety. Even the usually hard guards moved back to the wall. "You want to hear it from my mouth?!"

Videl desperately fought her body's warnings to get out of the way or at least move back as she attempted to stand her ground against Gohan. When he stood up, his chair falling to the ground, his eyes glaring, hands still cuffed with ki restraints infront of him, Videl couldn't help but take a step back.

"Look Det. Satan," Videl flinched. "I'm on Death Row; I don't have a lot of time to fuckin live. I wasted my entire fuckin life working hard and it still hasn't gotten me shit. Everyone who I fuckin cared for either died or deserted me. Finally I found someone who I thought understood me no matter what I did and look at me now!" Videl turned her head and looked at him.

"I'm probably going to rot in jail, cold hearted, crushed, saddened, and depressed because you fuckin ripped out my heart, stomped on it, smashed it with a mega-hammer a few times, ran it over a few times, stabbed it, squished it, you could keep the damn list going if you want! I loved you Videl and look what you did to me! I loved you dammit!"

Gohan, in his rage, picked up his chair despite the restraints and threw it hard into the wall near Avon and Julia whose eyes widened as the chair smashed to bits next to them. Videl stepped back in shock as Gohan kicked the METAL table and it smashed into the other door, largely denting both the table and the door.

The guards finally woke up and realized their charge was going into a rampage. They came after him with their rods and tried to electrocute him with it but it obviously didn't work as Gohan slammed one guard into the wall without feeling the rod then took the rod from the fallen guard and electrocuted the guard that rushed towards him with the rod.

More guards rushed in after seeing it on the surveillance camera and Gohan just kept pounding, pummeling, and electrocuting. Videl, Julia, and Avon had miraculously made it through the partially broken door to stare in shock at the scene before them. It took 200 guards to finally render Gohan half-conscious and they dragged him back to his cell.

If it was even possible Videl was even guiltier than before. She had sent the man that worked hard, survived when he was just a boy, had seen more violence and bloodshed at an early age then any veteran soldier, trusted her with his life and past secrets, as well as his present secrets, and on top of all that: he loved her. Videl went out into her car and cried.

Julia, shocked out of her natural blonde mind (no offense), gathered her things and said she'd be at home if they needed her. Avon looked at the wrecked room and the injured guards lying everywhere. He had never in his entire life seen Gohan so angry…even when his mother died. Then again she never broke his heart… "How long must he suffer?" he looked up, as if questioning God before shaking his head and leaving.

And so ends the chapter. The title is meant to be that way for the next chapter called "Chapter 13: …and Suffering". They're related in a way since it speaks mostly on Gohan and his thoughts in his little solitary confinement cell. Like placing everything in the chapters before chapter 13 together. Sort of like a catch up of some sorts. Anyway I need to stop babbling and do more writing right? Ugh…why can't school be cancelled again tomorrow? (sighs) Review!