Hours passed before Gyumao and Bulma returned from the field, an intern pushing a cart with a body bag behind them. Gohan looked up, beaming as his mother approached, swiping in behind Bulma.

"We figured out who the skeleton is, Mom!" He started to jump down from his high stool, only to have Piccolo catch him and set him lightly on his feet with an admonishment to be careful in a lab. The boy looked sheepishly up at Piccolo before returning to his prior level of exuberance. "See? There's an old injury to the thigh bone - I mean femur - that matches getting kicked in the leg by a horse. Private Dan Waters had the injury and we matched the skull shape too!"

"We?" Chichi scooped her son into her arms, looking at Piccolo, who grunted.

"Your child is very knowledgeable about human anatomy," she smiled at the rough scientist. He looked away.

"What do we have for a case?"

"Ooh I wanna see!"

Chichi did not have time to deny her son the pleasure. Bulma cut in, taking the boy from his mother's hands and setting him down next to one of the techs.

"Actually, Gohan, I was thinking you might like to see what Miss Eighteen does, and maybe Dr. Krillin can show you how he uses particulates to help us solve crimes?"

The six year old's eyes lit up like stars, and he nodded, following the tech to Lazuli's office.

"Thanks," the agent murmured, "this is awfully grisly and I don't want the little guy having nightmares."

Piccolo wrinkled his nose at the sight and stench of the decaying corpse.

"Well, Dr. Briefs, I suppose you're not inaccurate. These remains currently have too much flesh on them. Please alert me when you have finished with the soft tissue and the bones cleaned so I may begin my work." Piccolo returned to packing up the soldier's remains. "And Agent, in the future, remember that I am not a babysitting service."

Chichi rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips, sport coat sliding back to reveal her gun and badge on her belt.

"I still can't figure out why he looks up to you. Sweet little boy like my son hero worshipping a solitary, socially challenged green grump like yourself."

"That was borderline offensive, Special Agent."

"Which part?"

Piccolo looked up from the old bones, seemingly contemplating his answer.

"All of it," he decided.

"What do we know so far?" It was the following day, and Special Agent Chichi Gyumao was eager to move forward with the case.

Chichi tapped her foot, standing back as Daimao used hot dog tongs to remove a long bone from the cleaning tank."

"You're better off talking to Bulma, as she has been able to examine the soft tissue," Daimao did not bother to look at her, too focused on placing the bones on a tray. "But we know we're looking for the identity of a middle aged male of saiyan descent. Judging by the muscle attachments, an athlete, although that isn't exactly surprising given the cul-"

"Saiyan?"

"Yes, see those? They're bones belonging to a saiyan's tail."

Chichi pursed her lips, looking at the skull intently, trying to see the face that used to adorn it.

"Can you -"

Piccolo looked up sharply.

"I can assure you that this is not the body of your ex-husband. There are too many bones considering he was in an accident resulting in the complete loss of his tail. And," he gestured to the eye sockets, "your ex-husband's sustained a substantial injury to his left zygomatic last year before he disappeared. This skull shows no signs of remodeled fractures in that area." She nodded, crossing her arms. Her stomach twisted in on itself, unsure if it was relieved or distressed that the set of bones on Daimao's table did not belong to her missing ex-husband. She did not want to examine that particular set of emotions.