Gohan landed softly at the back door of the house that was his target. Crashing and banging could be heard from the direction of the kitchen. Obviously he was still here. Gohan pushed the door open slowly and peeked through the gap. Matthew was moving around the kitchen in a crazed state, swinging what looked like a bat around his head.
Cupboard doors had been ripped off, crockery smashed and the refrigerator over-turned, its contents lost in a sea of mashed up food on the floor. Gohan mourned its loss silently. It looked like there was some good stuff down there.
Back to the business at hand, he pushed the door all of the way open and caught the bat mid-swing as he dropped the kitchen implement onto the messy floor. Its holder twisted as his path was halted and he turned his head to see the one he hated most. The one that he wanted kill above all others.
Gohan could see the blood matted into his blond hair and the crazed look in his eyes. With a twist of his wrist, he wrestled the bat from the other male, flinging it absently into a corner. He was charged at, and Gohan effortlessly placed his hands on Matthew's wrists, locking him in place. He kicked out, but Gohan blocked him with his right foot.
He gripped tighter, the pain forcing the other to his knees. Before he even knew what was happening, a blow to the side of his head had knocked the blond out. Gohan searched around. Neither his eyes or nose could detect any of Videl's blood, but he located all of her lost hair and picked it up. With a tiny blast in his hand he disintegrated it into almost nothingness. He picked up the wooden instrument that she had knocked him down with and wiped both handle's with it. It was best that no one ever knew that she had been here this day, just in case. Her other finger prints were easily explicable, this was her boyfriend's home, they were bound to be present.
They might not even do a crime scene investigation anyway, it wasn't like anyone had died. He sat down on the man's back and pulled his phone from his pocket, ready to ring the police.
After the promised ten minutes had elapsed, Gohan was forced to wait another thirty. As they bustled through the front door, he shouted to them. "In here." They followed his voice into the kitchen to see a tall, dark haired male sat on the back of an unconscious blond who was nestled between the crap on the floor.
"What the hell...?" One of them mumbled.
"I slept with his girlfriend." Gohan said while shrugging his shoulders, in a manner that suggested those five words conveyed everything that had happened here.
Gohan returned very late that night to his frantic mother, who had returned home along with her youngest son at the news her son had been arrested. But according to Gohan, they had just been following 'procedures'. Gohan wasn't actually in trouble, or so he told her. She wasn't sure what to believe, Gohan hardly ever told her anything any more. Bulma had come back with them too, to offer some moral support for the family. And of course any financial support if they really needed any for legal costs.
The police car dropped him just outside his house and she had come running right out to greet him. He welcomed her embrace, as it had not been an easy few hours for the half saiyan. Interrogated for hours, thrown in a cell, beating the crap out of the other criminals who thought that he might have been an easy target. All in all, one of the worst days of his life.
He couldn't believe his treatment, he had told Videl's story as his own, or at least the basics of it, having to exchange a few 'facts' here and there. But apparently he should have tried to calm his opponent down instead of beating the hell out of his skull with a lump of wood. He couldn't bear to think what might of become of Videl if she had attempted to reason with that lunatic.
Basically, he had got off without any charges brought against him, but the whole ordeal had caused him to lose faith in both the police force and the judicial system. Right now he just wanted to get out of this town, it had been nothing but trouble. Expelled from school, taking the fall for Videl, pretty much being told to get out of town as soon as possible, the list went on.
He was sat at the bus station, thinking about what he was doing. Leaving for West City, about two months early, and staying with Bulma until he began university over there. He would have to leave Videl behind, Matthew was locked up in a psychiatric ward, unable to bring harm to anyone. Her feelings were perfectly clear to the demi saiyan. As sorry as she was for everything, it wasn't as though she was in love with him. In truth, he had lost faith in the whole idea of love a very long time ago.
The sleek grey coach pulled up slowly before him, and he looked up at the destination on the front. In truth, he could have just flown, or taken the car back with Bulma, but he wanted a few more days here and he had always enjoyed long journeys such as this. He looked around at the other people that would be joining him on this one way trip to West City. They were indeed a bunch of misfits, all of them with their own reasons for leaving this damned place.
There were a few elderly fellows and a few old women too, a couple of those in middle age, two very butch looking thirty something women, whom he could only assume were lesbians from their more than graphic body language. And then there was that sixteen or seventeen year old blonde who kept giving him the eyes as they had waited. He supposed that she would be paying him a visit once they were safely on the coach. She wasn't half bad, most people would welcome her attention, but Gohan wasn't interested. He would chat away with her but then let her down gently at the end. Maybe they could be friends?
He stood and waited in line for the bus, as the driver placed their bags in the belly of the beast, allowing all of the others on before him, he was the perfect gentleman of course, after years of training by his mother. The blonde managed to get on penultimately, just before him and made a grand show of swinging her hips as she climbed the steps, the majority of her long legs revealed to him due to her not so modest skirt. He bit his lower lip. She wasn't half bad at all.