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"They're dead, they're dead, they're dead..." this is all Gohan thought as he stared blankly out of the windshield of Bulma's expensive sports car.
Bulma was sobbing uncontrollably, using her silk scarf as a tissue.
Alex didn't cry, but he did feel a terrible loss.
"Chi-chi and Goten..." Alex thought, remembering the black haired beauty and the infant with wild black hair she had been holding in her arms. She had said that Goten looked exactly like his father before... tearing up and leaving the room. Alex had liked her the moment he laid eyes on her. That had been the day he left without so much as a thank you...
A voice coming from the dropped cell phone interrupted the grieving of the three.
"Hello? Are you still there?" the voice was masculine.
Right then, something in Gohan changed, his entire body language went from humble and slightly clumsy fourteen year-old to cold, will kill you in the most painful way possible, fourteen year-old sayian.
He picked up the phone, and said in a icy voice
"Who killed them." It wasn't a question.
"Who's this?" The man's question could be heard in the sudden silence of the car.
"Who." Gohan's voice held a edge of anger; his eyes flashing turquoise.
"We have them in custody at the..."
The man didn't get to finish as Gohan closed the phone, sitting it down beside him.
"Alex, make sure Bulma makes it home...," Gohan said opening the door and getting out, "Bulma, I'll take care of this..." then he was gone.
A sonic boom shook the car as Gohan broke the sound barrier.
Alex just sat there, staring dumbly at the space Gohan had occupied not a second before.
Bulma, who had been motion less since Gohan's change in personality, jumped out of the car and yelled in the direction she thought Gohan had went.
"THE DRAGONBALLS! WE CAN WISH THEM BACK! GOHAAAAN!"
"Shit!" Bulma cursed before jumping back into the car and closing the door.
"Put your seat belt on, Alex. We have to get there before Gohan does something stupid..." Bulma commanded as she put the car into first gear and gunned the engine; causing the tires to screech in protest.
Gohan was over the West city police headquarters in moments, his now golden hair blowing in the high wind. A storm was coming.
Gohan looked down at the building with cold, calculating eyes. If he could have seen himself he would have been terrified.
He descended down; through the skylight of the reception area.
Police and civilians alike dove for cover from the glass raining down from above. Gohan landed, and before anyone could even see him, had grabbed the receptionist from behind.
Moments later he had about twenty guns pointed at him; the police had recovered more quickly than he had expected. No matter though...
"There was a murder of a woman and her baby. Where are the murders?" Gohan hissed lowly, his voice carrying through out the entire room.
One of the policeman spoke,
"I'll tell you; just let her go first."
"Tell me, or I rip her throat out." Gohan replied, tightening his grip on the woman's throat.
"NO! I mean, don't..."
The woman had tears streaming down her tanned cheeks, smearing what little make-up she wore.
"It's okay, Becky. I'll get ya outta this." The policeman said.
"I'm Officer Plott, just let her go and nothing will happen to you..." Gohan cut him off,
"Officer Plott, I'm not worried 'bout me. I want to know where the murders are bein' held." Gohan said, coldly to the brown haired cop.
The young officer ran a nervous left hand through his unkempt hair, keeping his nine millimeter trained on the teen in front of him.
"Alright, I brought them in. Let her go and take me..." Officer Plott couldn't finish, Gohan had grabbed his gun, crushing it in his grip, and grabbed him around the neck from behind so fast, it all was a blur.
"Alright, let's go. Lead the way." Gohan whispered in his cold voice into Plott's ear.
Officer Plott took a few moments to respond; he was stunned at the inhuman speed of this boy.
Officer Plott nodded and started walking towards a door on the left, behind the reception desk. It lead to the interrogation rooms.
By now everyone in the building knew what was going on, and had geared up accordingly.
"Don't follow us..." Gohan snarled when the group of police started to follow the two into the hallway which lead to the four interrogation rooms.
They continued to advance, although Gohan had stopped.
Gohan pushed a little bit of his ki backwards, causing all of the police to stumble backwards to keep from falling.
The wave of ki also caused the metal door to slam shut.
Gohan immediately pushed Officer plott forward, causing him to fall. He then welded the door to the metal doorframe using very precise control of his ki.
By this time, Officer Plott had gotten up off the floor and was running at Gohan, planing on taking him down.
Gohan turned, grabbed the officer's arm and slammed him against the still hot door so hard it had a dent in it. He then threw the officer to the floor.
Officer Plott landed on his face, breaking his nose and chipping a tooth.
Gohan looked on coldly, his expression never changed as Officer Plott moaned and sat up holding his heavily bleeding nose.
"What's your name?" Gohan asked.
"You broke my fucking nose!" Officer Plott yelled.
"What's your name?" Gohan asked again.
"Matt. Why would you care?" Matt spat angrily as he stood up, blood pouring like water out of his nose and down his face. Already making a small puddle at his feet.
"Because I want to know the name of the man I might have to kill. Do not try anything like that again." Gohan said walking forward.
Gohan turned Matt around,
"Which one?" He asked, motioning towards the doors that lined the hallway.
"That one." Matt said, pointing to the second door on the right with a bloody hand.
"And where is the others?" Gohan questioned.
"In the two on the left; what are you going to do to them?" Matt questioned, blood running down his face and ruining his shirt.
"I'm goin' to kill them." Gohan replied, moving towards the closest door.
"I can't let you do that!" Matt yelled, coming at Gohan again.
Fast as lightning Gohan struck and Matt fell backwards, against the wall screaming in pain.
"I just broke your left arm, stay there or it's goin' to be your neck." Gohan said moving past Matt into the room he had pointed out.
Gohan knocked the door off and stepped inside the small room, occupied by a table, and two chairs, one of which was taken by a well dressed man smoking a cigar. The right wall was taken up by a large mirror.
Gohan took two big steps into the room, picked up the unoccupied chair and slung it, shattering the mirror and revealing two extremely surprised looking officers.
He moved in a blur, first catching one in the jaw with his foot, then the other with a elbow deep into his gut. Gohan smiled cruelly as he could hear the ribs breaking before delivering a massive uppercut which knocked the poor man off his feet.
He then took his time. Looking slowly up at the well dressed man, who had a look of utter disbelief on his face.
Gohan made his way through what was left of the mirror, being carful not to get cut on the shards, and up to the man who still sat in his chair, looking surprised.
"Damn, I didn't know I was that impor..." Gohan cut him off,
"Your not, am here to kill you."
The man's face paled, as fear replaced surprise.
"Come on, I've got to get your friends too." Gohan said grabbing the man around the neck throwing him through the doorway, were he slammed into the next door over, knocking it off it's hinges.
The man inside here had just put out a cigarette, the smoke still hung in the air.
"What the fuck!" The man yelled in surprise as he jumped up from his chair.
Gohan was on him before he could realize what had happened. Gohan grabbed his shoulder length black hair and pounded his head against the stainless steel table a few times before throwing him over it; on top of the well dressed man who had just realized what happened to him.
Gohan didn't waste any more time by using the doors, instead he picked the second man up and threw him through the wall into the next room.
"Shit! Todd, what the hell happened?" A very surprised female voice came through the human sized hole in the wall.
"I did." Gohan stated as he came through the hole.
The first thing he noticed about the woman was that she was very attractive.
Long brown hair, blue eyes, near flawless tanned skin, and all the right curves. She wore a very revealing blue tank-top and a pair of daisy dukes, which showed off her toned legs.
"Todd's dead." Gohan stated after noticing that a piece of wood was sticking through the man's stomach, advancing on her.
"Wait!" The woman yelled; her voice full of fear.
"I...I," she stammered; her face them became set.
"I know what boys want..." She said seductively, moving her hands down her body.
"I know what I want, too." Gohan said, grabbing her and literally dragging her back into the other room.
Gohan picked up the well dressed man by the neck and dragged them both out into the hallway in front of Matt.
"Matt, there's two cops in the first room, one has a few broken ribs, I don't know about the other." Gohan said to the just now conscious Matt. He had hit his head after being thrown down by the young super sayian.
Gohan powered up slightly and took off through the roof of the building; vanishing again just as a sonic boom echoed throughout the city.
"Where the hell is he?" Bulma shouted in a mixture of anger, frustration and worry.
After hearing that the West City police headquarters had been attacked by a flying teen, who had taken two people with him when he left, Bulma decided to go to Capsule Corp. and get Vegeta to hunt down the dragonballs.
Currently Alex was sitting in a large chair watching Bulma pace back and forth.
"Where the Hell is he?" She shouted again, throwing her hands into the air.
"Bulma, am sure he'll be fine..." Alex started to say, but was cut off,
"Fine? Fine? Do you have any idea how powerful he is! If he losses it, we're all dead! All of us! You, me, Vegeta, the little boy down the street, Trunks...," She stopped her ranting as a look of remembrance came to her face," Oh, my God! Trunks! He's been with my Mom all day! I've got to go." She said, quickly walking to the door.
"Stay here, in case he comes back." Bulma shot over her shoulder before shutting the door.
"Like I have anywhere to go..." Alex said out loud to himself, sitting back into the big chair.
A few moments of silence past before Alex hard the screech of Bulma's tires and her engine revving.
"Gohan, What the Fuck are you doing? You wouldn't kill us, would you?" Alex thought to himself as he sat in silence.
Alex pushed himself up, out of the chair; sitting there was driving him crazy. He dropped down and started doing push-ups. He always did exercises to kill time.
After the tenth push-up, Alex snarled,
"Gohan..."
On cue, Gohan walked through the door. He was covered in dried or drying blood and looked exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Alex jumped up and rushed to his friends side.
"Where the hell have you been?" Alex asked, before reaching Gohan's side.
The other teen collapsed into Alex's arms as an answer.
"Alex...I..Mom sh...she's..." Gohan struggled to say before Alex shushed him.
"Shhh, it's alright. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." Alex said to the barely conscious Gohan.
"Bulma would freak if she saw you right now." Alex said as he carried Gohan back to where he thought the bathroom was.
After checking a couple doors, he finally found it.
After setting the younger teen down against the tiled wall, Alex turned the water on and took Gohan's sneakers off him. He then ripped Gohan's blood caked shirt off and threw it into the far corner.
"Will you be alright, while I get you some clothes? I won't be long." Alex said, raising to his feet from a crouched position. Gohan shook his head yes and Alex left, leaving the door open.
He returned a few moments later with a pair of silver mesh shorts.
"It's the only thing I could find." Alex said as he tossed them onto the sink counter.
After adjusting the water and striping Gohan of the reminder of his blood caked clothes, Alex gently put him into the tub. He then scrubbed all of the dried blood off of Gohan's hands, arms, chest, neck and face. It took several times to get all of it out of his shaggy black hair.
Alex had just got Gohan into bed when Bulma came through the front door, holding a sleeping trunks.
"Alex?" Bulma questioned quietly, not wanting to wake Trunks.
"I'm here, Bulma." Alex said also quietly, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
Seeing the look on Bulma's face as she came around the corner of the hallway, Alex said,
"He came in just after you left. He's fine; he took a bath and went to bed."
Relief washed over her.
"Thank God..." Bulma said moving further down the hallway to put trunks to bed.
Alex went back into the living room and collapsed onto the large couch. A few minutes later Bulma joined him.
A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed before Alex spoke.
"I never thanked you for the help you gave me..." He mumbled, being uncharacteristically shy.
"Alex, you don't have to thank me." Bulma replied.
"But I do! If it weren't for you, I'd be dead or still working for my uncle right now!" Alex spoke up; needing Bulma to understand exactly what she had done for him.
It was then Bulma broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into her hands.
"Wha...What's Gohan go...going to do, n...now!"
Alex was surprised but tried to comfort her anyway by putting his arm around her shoulders. He didn't really know what to say.
"How can you be so calm?" Bulma questioned, looking at him before burying her face back into her hands.
Alex looked at her dumbly and thought for a second on that.
"I guess...I guess am just use to stuff like this happening." He said, reminding them both of his horrible past.
Bulma flung her arms around Alex's neck, crying into his muscled chest. Alex wrapped his arms around her, bringing her back with him as he lay down on the large couch.
They both moved around a little to get comfortable; Bulma crying on the teens shoulder.
They stayed like that, Bulma grieving over the loss of her friend and her friends child and the questionable sanity of Gohan; Alex going over the events in his head...
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