Title: Until Proven Guilty
Rating: PG ( K+ ) – For very mild swearing and life being just plain unfair.
Disclaimer: In the criminal justice system, the People are represented by two separate yet equally important individuals. Videl, who investigates crime, and Saiyaman, who brings criminals to justice. These are their stories.
Spoilers: Uh...Gohan is Saiyaman?

Summary: TwoShot. She slammed the barred door behind him and locked it securely. "In the meantime, I'm going to go get a court order forcing you to reveal your identity. See ya later!" GhVi Week 4.0, GhVi.

Theme – Deviance (Day 2)

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Part Two: Deviance

Gohan trudged upstairs with his head hanging low. His mother's screeching followed him into the depths of the house, threatening every punishment short of death and dismemberment if he should ever dare to be late for dinner again. With every enraged scream the demi-Saiyan teen was glad that he hadn't told ChiChi where he'd been for the past three hours; there was no telling what she'd do to him if she ever found out that he'd been in jail during the family meal.

"And don't think that I won't take away your superhero privileges!" his mother called after him just as he was about to close his bedroom door. "I'm no super genius like Bulma, but I can sure destroy that blasted watch of yours! So you just watch yourself, mister!"

Gohan dropped his schoolbag by his desk just before slumping into the matching chair. What a day.

First, he'd been late for school because a pack of early bird thieves had decided to rob a doughnut shop. Not only had he earned himself a detention for failing to make it to first period before the late bell, but the stingy shop owner hadn't offered him even one sugary-sweet pastry as a parting thank you. Cheapskate.

Then, after he'd finally gotten to class, he realized that he'd left his schoolbag at the crime scene. Since he couldn't possibly turn his assignments in late (what would his mother say?), he'd been forced to ask for a bathroom pass to go retrieve it. Somehow, the professor had seen through his ruse and refused to let him out of class so he'd had to stick it out until class was over.

Gohan had been so sure that his luck was turning around after school when Videl's communicator watch had interrupted their group discussion about how "cute" Saiyaman was supposed to be under his helmet (Erasa said he was dreamy, Videl claimed to have no opinion and Sharpener said it didn't matter because his clothes were ugly). Not only was it unnecessary to ask for a hall pass, but he'd been spared from answering Erasa's query about his opinion on their embarrassing subject.

When he'd finally shown up on the scene, it was clear that Murphey's Law was still in effect. Gohan had expected to foil a bank robbery, rescue a hijacked plane or at least catch a couple of kids shoplifting from the local mall, but he encountered none of that. Instead, he found himself mixed up in a domestic dispute between a dour old lady and her philandering husband. Apparently, the wife had caught her man picking up chicks at a nearby retirement home and was quite...unhappy about it.

After about thirty minutes of being hit over the head with a cane repeatedly (he would never get between two squabbling elders again), Videl had convinced the woman to cease and desist with the violence and listen to reason. A quarter of an hour later and the problem was solved; dentures were removed and a bottle full of little blue pills was pulled from seemingly nowhere. After that, his crime fighting partner had insisted that it was time to leave.

Just when Gohan had erroneously assumed that his day couldn't possibly get any worse, he was proven wrong. As they were leaving the elderly couple's apartment building, the demi-Saiyan superhero found himself in yet another unfortunate predicament; arrested and thrown in jail.

The details were still a little fuzzy and illogical to him, but Gohan recalled bidding Videl farewell on the sidewalk, taking to the air and heading towards home. Less than ten minutes later, his tenacious classmate was chasing him down in her jetcopter and, once he'd landed on the roof of a nearby building, reading him his rights.

"You have the right to remain silent," she had informed him, grinning maniacally as she slapped on her personal set of handcuffs. Interestingly enough, they had her initials on them. "If you give up that right, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. I might even let something slip during a press conference, but we'll see how that goes."

When Gohan had made the mistake of protesting his innocence, Videl had called him a "deviant" and a "menace to society" and cited him for some sort of traffic violation. According to her, new laws had been passed to regulate air transportation and, the way she saw it, that included flying pedestrians, too.

The rest of his evening consisted of being dragged to the police station, thrown into a cell and then finally breaking out of jail. He was now an escaped felon on the run from the judicial system and could never show his – well, Saiyman's – face in Satan City again.

What a day.

"GOHAN!"

The demi-Saiyan teen raised his head and turned it towards his half-closed bedroom door. "What is it, Squirt?" he replied.

Moments later, an eerily familiar face peeked around the edge of the door. "You've got a phone call. It's a giiiiirl!"

"A girl?" Gohan repeated, crossing the room to retrieve the phone proffered by his visitor.

Goten relinquished his offering with a naughty giggle. "I told her you were in the bathroom doing number two. She said she could wait for you to finish."

Gohan could feel his cheeks heating up in the cool darkness of his room. "Goten!"

The youngest demi-Saiyan dashed out of harm's way just as his elder brother slammed the door. His wild laughter could be heard all the way down the hall.

"Hello?" Gohan said, speaking into the phone now.

"Gohan-kun?" a soft voice on the other end replied. Whoever it was, she sounded pretty.

Coughing until the squeak in his voice was gone, Gohan said, "Yes, this is he. Who's this?"

"It's Videl. Do you have a minute?"

Well, he'd been right about the voice belonging to a pretty girl, at least. On the other hand, he was now utterly terrified. "Y-Yeah...sure. What's up?"

"I was wondering...do you know what the penalty is for escaping from jail?"

"N-No! Why would I know that, Videl-san? Ha ha ha..." Gohan winced at his own awkward laugh. Smooth.

"Well, depending on the severity of the original offense, a person could get up to seven years in jail. Unless, of course, there are crimes committed during the escape like, oh...damage to government property. That could carry a sentence of ten to fifteen years instead, not to mention a hefty fine."

Gohan gulped hard before attempting another reply. "R-Really?"

"Oh, yeah, they take that kind of thing very seriously these days."

"Th-That's very...um...interesting, Videl-san." Gohan could feel the perspiration dripping down his forehead now. With the back of his hand, he wiped it off and rubbed the moisture on his shirt. "Was there...ahem, did you need anything else?"

"Nope, that should do it," Videl said gleefully. He could practically see her smiling at him from the other end of the line. "I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye!"

There was a soft click and the line went dead. Gohan slowly lowered the phone from his face, an aggravated dial tone screeching at him to hang up as he did so. Somehow, he got the feeling that tomorrow was going to be even worse than today.

Author's Notes: Okay, that's the end. Y'all are just lucky that I bothered writing anything at all, so don't expect more XD Lolz...

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