Akutenshi Nakare Kyo Evil Angels Don't Cry

By Toku Tenshi

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, but I do have three boy DBZ t-shirts and a poster!

Chapter 11: Futten ------------------------- Boiling Point

Gohan slugged the criminal in the face, knocking him back and to the ground with at least a broken nose. "Uh, th-thank you Saiyaman!" The victim, an old woman, stuttered as she retrieved her purse from the injured man sprawled out on the pavement. "Don't you think you were a bit... hard on him? I didn't even have that much money in my purse to really worry about."

Gohan - in full Saiyaman gear - turned his head away as the police approached. "That may be true, but what do you suppose the odds are that he'll try something like that again?" Gohan set his jaw and clenched his fist. It was true, he did go way overboard and normally he would never use that much force but the teen had been extremely frustrated lately. It was hard to keep a lid on it.

"Nicely done, Saiyaman," one officer said as he and another lifted the unconscious man up. "With Videl injured, it's good that you can pick up her slack and-"

"-No." Gohan cut in with a startling intense voice, "I could never take her place, that's not why I'm here."

"Why are you here, then?" A different officer - the rookie of the bunch - asked.

Gohan faced the group, glaring through the visor on his helmet and paused for a moment. "To protect her." He flew off without another word leaving the group to look at each other.

"Did," The old woman started, pointing to herself, "did he mean me?"

Class dragged on with mind-numbing repetition of what Gohan had learned when he was half this age. He hunched in his chair, the only thing holding him up were his arms propped against the desk. He stared at the board with tired eyes and blank interest. He noted quietly to himself that the teacher had misspelled three words. The bell rang, dismissing the class to lunch and the students leapt out of their seats. Erasa stood and stretched with her mini-backpack in hand. She noticed that Gohan had still not moved and frowned as she slipped on the bag.

"Hey, Gohan," She started, getting no response, "I'm going over to Videl's for lunch, wanna come with?" The boy turned his head sharply, his face free of any worry or gloom. Erasa smiled at the non-verbal 'yes'.

"Why didn't you invite me?" Sharpner asked, irritated.

"Why would Videl want to see you?" Erasa retorted, sticking out her tongue.

"Why would she want to see Gohan?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Well," Sharpner felt they were going in circles, "Why wouldn't Videl want to see me!" Erasa almost replied in the 'nu-uh, yeah-hu' argument when Gohan stood up and slid his chair in. He walked past Sharpner and headed down the stairs, Erasa following him. "You're only taking Gohan because he has a thing for Videl!" Sharpner shouted angrily at the pair, causing them to stop. Gohan turned and gave the other boy an icy look that sent shivers down his spine. The blonde male fell back in his seat, confused and scared at what Gohan might do if he didn't shut up. The demi-saiya-jin turned back around and continued out of the room with Erasa in toe. "S-so, was that a 'yes' or 'no'?" Sharpner asked the empty room.

Chichi sat on the couch flipping through the channels, searching for something. If Gohan didn't want to tell her everything about this Videl girl, fine, there was one place Chichi could find out everything she wanted to know - TV. After all, Videl's father was a celebrity and those guys never have a private moment. Goten placed the final block in place in the corner of the room. "Look Mama! It's finished!" Chichi turned to her son, an exasperated smile on her lips.

"Very good, Goten. That's the best building I've ever seen." She turned back to the TV. "Yes, it's not every day you see a mini-skyscraper made out of children textbooks." The mother had hoped to get Goten studying at a young age, as she did with Gohan, so he would be as smart as his brother. No such luck. 'He's too much like his father; he won't even open the books.' She stopped her mental gripeing as she hit one of the media circus channels and took a bite of toast.

'I'm excited to say that Channel 5 is the first to receive the actual 110() call. Let's listen to it now,' the reporter was replaced with a blue screen that set up the words as they were spoken.

Operator: 110, what is your emergency?

Young Man: Yes, I need an ambulance and a police car right away!

Chichi choked on her bread and nearly fell off the couch. "Gohan!" Chichi gasped out, "Gohan made the call? He was there!"

Operator: Sir, I'll send them out as soon as you tell me your emergency.

Y.M.: Right, right, sorry. I'm at the Satan home, Videl has been hurt very badly - please just come! Someone tried to kill her, I think it's the same person who killed her mom - I saw Anchovi Piza leaving here in a hurry, I'm sure it was her.

Operator: Alright, I'll send out an ambulance and an APB right now. What's Miss Videl's condition?

Y.M.: How can you be doing that if you're still talking to me!

Operator: Sir, I've already contacted dispatchers, they are on their way. Now I need you to calm down and te-

YM: Calm down? Calm down! How the h--- am I supposed to f------ calm down when Videl is hurt and you aren't doing a f------ d--- thing!

The reporter came back on screen with an embarrassed look. "I'm told that the call continues for a few more minuets but the content is, um, less than appropriate for viewers. The caller is still unknown and paramedics claim that they found Miss Videl soaking wet and on a makeshift stretcher near the front door, already partially treated."

Chichi blinked once, twice, three times. As if the shock of Gohan being with Videl and making the call wasn't enough, his poor mother thought she would keel over right there on the couch as the beeping filtered out several words. "Mama? Was that Big brother on TV?" Goten looked up from coloring on the book covers.

"N-no, sweetie, of course not!" Chichi looked at Goten with a paled face. "We both know Gohan would never, ever, swear."

A/N: whoops, been about a month.

110 Japanese 911