The half-moon danced over the gleaming towers of steel and glass that dominated Satan City, casting an eerie glow over the streets. The streetlamps did little to dispel the dark, making it difficult for human eyes to see.

Other eyes had no problem whatsoever.

Brian Forrester was about ready to wet himself. He had not seen one glimpse of his pursuer then entire chase, but he knew it was there. Human instinct, long buried over the generations had instilled a subconscious knowledge of such things. Panicked, he turned and fled down an alley, not knowing or caring where he was going, as long as it was away.

His panic only increased as he realized the alley was a dead-end. A hurried glance towards the mouth only heightened his fear as he realized that there was something there, blocking any reassuring light from the lamps. He whimpered in blind terror as the figure approached, completely silent save for the soft swishing of his clothing.

"W-wha…what do you w-want?" he whispered nearly peeing himself in terror.

The shadowy figure did not answer, only advanced further. Brian huddled into his corner, too terrified to do much else.

"You're pathetic," came the smooth voice, like death warmed over. "You commit such atrocities as to rape and murder a young woman, but when your own fate comes, you take it curled up like a coward. I can smell your fear from here. At least she had the courage to take her fate proudly, not pissing herself in a corner."

"Please don't hurt me! I-I was drunk! I swear!"

Although he could not see it, his assailant's face twisted into a sneer. "That's no excuse. Don't go making excuses. Either way, it's your fault. Are you prepared to atone for your crimes?"

The young man looked up in hope that he was possibly getting off the hook. "Anything! I'll do anything, I swear!"

His attacker's face mutated horribly. His forehead sloped out like a Neanderthal's with his eyebrow's disappearing and his teeth sharpened and his canines lengthened. Demonic yellow eyes lit with a dark inner fire peered out from under the heavy brows. Of course, Brian's human vision did not allow him to witness the change.

"Anything? Okay, just do me a favor and tilt your head the side please…"

Satan Videl sighed as she observed the body. They had gotten the call at six the morning by some hysterical old lady who had been taking out her trash. By the time they had gotten the information and found the scene, it had been nearly half an hour later.

Her musings were interrupted by her best friend, Erasa who had come up beside her. Without even turning she started interrogating her. "So you get an I.D. on this guy?"

Erasa nodded. "Yep. Brian Forrester, suspected rapist but never charged. It was his prints and semen samples we found on that girl over on fifth street. There are bite marks on his neck and the body has been drained of blood. There's also a kanji carved into his forehead the looks like the symbol for 'Son'"

Videl pinched the bridge of her nose. "Again? We've been getting cases like this all over the city for the past year. Always criminals, always drained of blood and always with the name Son carved into the forhead."

Erasa looked thoughtful. "Wasn't there a martial arts master who had that name?"

Videl 's head snapped to the side. "Son Goku. You think he might be connected to our guy somehow?"

The blond shrugged. "It's a possibility. Wanna check it out?"

The brunette nodded. "Sure. At this point, I'm willing to try anything."

The cottage nestled in the Poazu woods was something out of a fairy tale—small and picturesque nestled against a backdrop of woodlands and mountains. Clothes hung on a line, drying in the warm summer sun. One of the windows was open and out streamed a tantalizing aroma that made Videl's mouth water.

Shaking herself to clear her head, she marched resolutely to the door and knocked, Erasa right behind her. She heard a voice, the tone indicating a young man calling "I got it!"

The door opened to reveal a handsome young man of eighteen, with wild black hair and deep black eyes. Those obsidian orbs flicked between both women before coming to rest on Videl, suspicion showing in the hostile attitude. "May I help you?"

Videl flashed her badge. "I'm Satan Videl and this is my partner, Rubba Erasa. We're from Satan City's Homicide Department. Are your parents home?"

The teen's expression hardened. "Yeah, hang on." He disappeared into the house calling "Tousan, someone's here to see you!"

He reappeared a second later, sticking his head out the door. "My kaasan is out shopping, but my tousan said he'd be down in a second. Please come in and make yourself comfortable."

The two women followed the spikey-haired youth into the house and took up residence on one of the plush couches lining the room. While they were waiting, Videl glanced around and nearly had a heart attack when she saw the kitchen. Every pot, pan or other cooking utensil had to be in use as the kitchen was overflowing with delicately cooking foodstuffs.

"Are you expecting company? That seems like a lot of food for just a few people."

The boy gave her a confused look. "Company? We haven't had company since—nevermind."

Videl was about to interrogate the youth further when a man came bouncing down the stairs, bruised and filthy, clad in a tattered orange gi. Despite that, his eyes carried a youthful gleam, the sort usually only small innocent children possessed. The oddest thing about him though was that he seemed a carbon-copy of the youth in front of her, only he looked more mature.

"Hey Goten, who are they? Girlfriends or something?"

Seeing the furious scarlet blush on the teen—Goten—Videl decided to interrupt before the man—obviously his father—could interrupt. "Actually, we're from the Satan City Police Homicide Department. I'm Satan Videl and this is my partner, Rubba Erasa. I'm assuming that you would be Son Goku?"

The man's jovial expression faded slightly. "Yeah, that's me." Sudden his expression became panicked. "Oh man! If it's about that shopping cart, I meant to return it today, honestly! Please don't tell my wife! She'll kill me!"

Videl chuckled slightly to herself. "Don't worry, that's not why we're here. There have been a string of murders in Satan City, and each victim has had the kanji for 'Son' carved into their foreheads. We're just here to ask you if you know anything about it."

Goku's expression took on a look of dead seriousness. "I didn't kill those people, if that's what you're asking."

Videl was surprised by the man's sudden change, and blunt response. How easily he changed. "No sir, I was just wondering if you had any ideas. Would it help if you had more to go on?"

Goku nodded and Videl carried on bravely. Something about this man screamed 'Danger, Will Robinson!' to her natural human instincts. "For the past year or so, we've been finding victims, always suspected murderes, rapists and the like dead in alleyways. There are bite marks on the necks, the bodies are completely drained of blood and the Son family name is carved on the forehead. That's about all we can tell you."

Son Goku looked thoughtful. "Goten, how long has Gohan been missing?"

Goten scowled. "He left about a year ago, and good riddance." So saying, he stormed from the room and out of the house, leaving his father with the two women.

Videl watched him go. "Bad blood?"

Goku smiled sadly. "No. Goten absolutely worshipped the ground that his older brother walked on and the air he breathed, even though he left home about ten years ago. Actually," he said with a grin, "his house was right next door, so they saw each other really often.  But about a year ago, Gohan just disappeared. Goten was crushed. We haven't seen or heard anything about him." He smiled apologetically. "I wish I could tell you more. Good luck. If you need me, just ask Goten or my wife, and they can get my attention."

In a rare show of manners from the tall man, he showed them to the door and waved as they left. With a sigh he touched two fingers to his forehead and winked out of sight.

A/N *cringes* Please don't kill me! I was bored and just experimenting…however, if I get some good feedback, I'll update, promise. I hope you like it!