Chapter 20- Questioning
"It's weird! The only record they had on the kid was the injuries from yesterday." Brianna exclaimed.
After getting what records the hospital had, Brianna and Dakotah had called Johnson and informed him briefly on what they had- or hadn't- found. Then, instead of going to Capsule Corp., they had gone back to the detective office (?) to try and gather more information on Vegeta.
"Let me see that." Johnson said grabbing the file and opening it. "Vegeta Ouji...Four gunshot wounds...chest...stomach...back. How could somebody shoot themself in the back?"
"I don't know." Dakotah said "Ask him."
"He's still alive?"
"Yes." Brianna informed him. "He was taken to Capsule Corp."
"What about his parents?"
"What about them?" Dakotah asked.
"Well were they at the hospital yesterday? Did they have anything on them?"
"The people at the hospital didn't keep a log, but the nurse didn't remember anyone claiming to be his parents."
Johnson grunted and threw the file back on the desk. "Well maybe 'Vegeta' is just some kind of nickname. Run a search on 'Ouji' and see if there are any males anywhere from 14 to 20 in the West City area."
Dakotah turned and typed a few letters onto his computer. Brianna and Johnson leaned in a bit when the results came up.
"Apparently," Dakotah said after reviewing the results. "'Ouji' is not a very common last name. There are only 23 people in the West city area with that last name and none of them are compatible."
Johnson growled. "Well come on. Let's go to Capsule Corp. They might have some information."
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Union High School was nothing but gossip. Not one of the teachers could get any of the kids to do work.
Bulma had suddenly become one of the most popular girls in school.
Mr. Dilloir, of course believed that Vegeta was just a no good drug head that tried to kill himself, but almost everyone else in school thought otherwise.
Mr. Kozaku was trying to keep the peace, and get the kids to carry on with the school day as much as possible, but it wasn't working. It was only 10:30. Mr. Kozaku didn't know how much more he could take. He had thought about canceling the school day, but that would have been too hard to explain to the school board. Eventually, he decided to just keep sticking it out.
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"So are you sure the kid's name is Vegeta Ouji?" Detective Johnson asked Dr. Briefs.
"Yes that's what Bulma and everyone else called him." Dr. Briefs answered.
"Who is Bulma?"
"That's our daughter." Mrs.Briefs said walking into the room with tea in hand.
"Really. Is she a friend of his?"
"Oh yes. They go to the same school."
"Which school?"
"Union High." Dr. Briefs said. "But why do you want to know?"
"Um...Could you hold on a second?" Johnson said to Doctor Briefs while pulling Brianna and Dakotah some distance away. "Okay you two. I want you to go to that High School and find some kids that might know something. Find out who his parents are, if he did drugs, got in fights, anything, you got it?"
Dakotah and Brianna both nodded, turned and left.
"Now. Where were we?"
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Goku Kakarott please report to the front office. Was heard throughout the school.
Both Detectives waited patiently in the principal's office for the boy to arrive. After asking the principal, it had been determined that this 'Goku' boy would probably know the most about Vegeta.
A boy, about 17 with black spiky hair that stuck out in all directions, walked slowly into the office with a look on his face that clearly stated that he was expecting some terrible news. He glanced at the three people in the room, never once speaking.
"Goku." Mr. Kozaku said making him flinch. "These are Detectives Brianna and Dakotah. They're just here to ask you some questions." He indicated the two other people in the room and then stood up to leave. With one last glance at the two detectives, he walked out of the room.
"Alright, Mr. Kakarott," Brianna spoke. "Please have a seat."
Goku still didn't talk but did as he was told and sat in one of the chairs in front of Mr. Kozaku's desk. Brianna took the other seat and faced him.
"So." Dakotah said, still standing behind Brianna. "We understand that you are friends with Vegeta Ouji."
This seemed to gain Goku's voice back although the dreading look never left his face. "He's alright isn't he?"
"Well 'alright' wouldn't be the word I would use, but if you're asking if he's still alive, then yes."
Goku seemed to ease up at the detective's words. "So you're here to question me? What do you want to know?"
"Well we were searching for your friend's identity and any information that could help us find out what happened to him. We couldn't find anything. Do you know if he would by chance go by a different name?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is 'Vegeta Ouji' his real name?" Brianna clarified.
"Well 'Vegeta' is the first name he was born with, but 'Ouji' is his mother's last name."
"What's his father's last name?"
"I don't know."
"What about his birthday?"
"I think it's November 20th."
"And he's, how old?"
"!7."
"Okay." Brianna continued after she'd finished writing down what Goku had just said. "Do you know if your friend does any drugs or has had any past attempted suicides?"
"Vegeta would never try to kill himself!!" Goku yelled jumping out of his chair.
"It's just routine questions." Brianna said.
After Goku had calmed and sat back down, Dakotah asked. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yes!" Goku said through gritted teeth.
"Okay." Brianna said with a sigh. "Do you know if he has any enemies? Anyone with a grudge against him. Anyone who's tried to kill him before?"
Goku just sat there.
"Answer the question." Dakotah ordered.
"I...I can't...I can't answer that." Goku said.
"Why not?"
"Because, Vegeta doesn't like anyone to talk about it. He'd hate me if I told you."
"Listen, kid, if we ask you a question, you have to answer it."
"I...I'm sorry...I can't." With that, Goku jumped out of the chair and ran out of the room.
Dakotah was about to go after him, but Brianna stopped him. "No don't worry about him. We've got enough information for now. If that isn't enough, we can come back later.