Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Trouble ( Chapter 20 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Trunks went to work.  He dressed in his navy blue suit, donned a tie, and grabbed his jacket.  He left for work in the limousine.  The driver, as trusted member of the Briefs household, rolled down the divider glass and chatted with Trunks all the way into town.  The morning had been so full, that he felt exhausted.  He hoped hope that with Gohan and Goku back, everyone could take turns monitoring Pan.  Trunks was thinking about how if he had done his job sooner, she wouldn’t have quit school and gone off working at that nightclub.  Though he would have missed their fun, he was sure there would have been other fun for them under different circumstances.  He had not wanted to contemplate their error of judgment that Gohan might see in their joining.  Dende help him if Gohan decided to become over protective and demand a fight for his daughters honor.  Trunks did not want to postulate the outcome of that, even if Gohan did not usurp him.  Besting Gohan had never been something that Trunks contemplated; which would be to his father’s horror.  This is why Trunks never mentioned it.
Trunks relaxed into the sound of the driver’s musings over traffic and weather.  It almost felt normal, going to work.  Even with all the problems facing them with Pan’s troubles, he was happy.  

The Son’s flew home, Goku taking the lead, rushing up to best them on a race to Mount Paozu.  It was cathartic and necessary homecoming.  The flight was nostalgic for them.  When they reached the two houses, old friends that had come to help greeted them.  Krillen, 18, and Maron were there along with Lime, Erasa and Sharpner.

Over the years, the Sons had managed to keep some friends besides the Briefs.  IT would serve them well new.  Gohan, who had an ever-constant sigh on his lips, resigned himself to the chore he had been avoiding.  Pan watched as childhood friends greeted her father.  Erasa and Sharpner gave him a hug, and Lime looking on sardonically.  Grabbing his hand, Lime led Gohan inside the house.  Today they were going to go through Videl’s clothes and affects.  Gohan knew he could not live with them staring back at him in his room.  They were just clothes he thought.

The same was happening next door.  Goku did not really understand the practice but Krillen and 18 had wanted to be there to help.  There was only Pan left.  She stared at the two houses.  Which one did she want to go to?  She wanted to speak to Lime privately, but it would not do to involve Erasa or Sharpner .  She wanted to see her grandfather.  She plopped down on the ground in-between the houses.  Everyone had ignored her anyway.  It was as though she had been avoiding this as long as everyone else was, except she had not gone away.  Pan had stayed here and dealt with everything she had been going through.  In a sense, her life was tumbling down a well.  Sure, she had Trunks, but that did not bring back the people she lost.  It had even made her threaten her father this morning, as though Gohan would steal Trunks from her.  The other messed up part was that she had intentionally set out to take down the Yakuza.  She could feel the wall of a tidal wave building.  The proverbial crash was going to happen.  She cringed with the thought of not having to deal with Grandma Chichi, and her own mother’s wrath over it.  The irony was unpleasant and sour.  

Pan was lost in her thought when her father touched her shoulder.  She looked up startled that she had not even felt his approach.  “Someone's coming.” he explained his interruption.
Pan looked off in the distance and sure enough, a car was driving up the long dirt drive.  It was a rarity to see a car this far from the city, which did not fly.  

Pan noticed again that her father looked younger.  The trip had made an impact upon him. Something inside was making her feel that the changed man would net totally freak when he learned of all the things she had been up to.  As the car got closer to him, she recognized the markings of the car.  She had a moment of wanting to flee; however, the Saiyan inside bolstered her as the inevitable raced toward her home.  Pan knew that they would come after her.  She felt the internal smirk, almost a gleeful feeling of anticipation.

Two plain clothed police officers stepped out of the car, their faces friendly and familiar to Gohan.
“Detective Metei, Detective Tonaka, what a surprise what can I help you with?”  Gohan asked always friendly always respectful.

One could tell that they did not like why they were here and for a split second, Pan thought that maybe they were here on behalf of the department of West City, to pay respects to the widower.  Except they were looking at Pan.  

“We really hate to bring such bad news, but Pan...." he stuttered, " Well it seems that Pan used dangerous force on a well to do young man, and his parents are pressing charges on assault.  We thought it was best if we came out here to bring Pan in, a formality and to ask her a few questions.”  Detective Tonaka rambled.

“Pan?  Do you knw what the detectives are talking about?” Gohan asked in his patented partenal voice.  How young she felt wehen he did that.  
She stopped the urge to roll her eyes.  The up standing well to do gentleman was that code for a deprived john? She thought; but played along.
“I have no idea who they are talking about Papa.”  Pan answered circuitously instead of her thoughts

“Now Pan, I hate to speak so bluntly in front of everyone, but where you yesterday at 5:30 PM?” the detective asked keeping it light but formal.
Shit she thought, everyone was outside now and she could not keep playing dumb.  Yesterday she was at GIRLS< GIRLS<GIRLS.  And they knew it.  She wondered if she showed them the syringe that Kato had tried to stick her with would help her situation.  However, she really did not think that the police were really behind this inquiry.

“I was in South City,” she explained knowing that this was all she would say in front of anyone.
“Ms. Son, I think it would be wise if you came with us to the station and answer a few more questions.”  Tonaka warned.

“Now wait a minute, I don’t think I can let Pan just go off without me.”  Gohan put forth.
Voices around him agreed the rumbling of Lime and 18 being the loudest.  Surprisingly Goten and Goku were quiet, both looking at Pan.
“Mr. Son, You can follow us, but we have to take your daughter in, as a formality.  Perhaps contacting your lawyer will help.”
“It’s okay Papa.  Go call our lawyer.  I will just be at mama’s precinct.”  Pan affirmed this.  And like that she left with the two detectives without a glance back at her family and friends.

Kato Shinoda was behind this.  She had to be sharp and appear subdued.  The two detectives were cordial and unassuming on the drive into West City.  Pan wondered if either two were a part of the Yakuza.  She would hate to have to take them out too.  Her mental list of those she would eventually eliminate was growing larger.

The old familiar steps she had jumped up and down as a young rambunctious child looked all too familiar.  Holding on to her fathers, or either grandfather’s hand as she bounced repeatedly them brought back a smile.  Visiting her mother at work had always been a treat.  Though Videl retired and only worked as a consultant later, they would come to the precinct from time to time; Pan enjoyed the visits.  That was why she contained some good feeling about coming back here.  She stepped through the door of the busy precinct and time began to move slowly.  The happy thought she had as she entered through the door gave way to an explosion of flashes.

Pan had to refrain from raising her hand in a block maneuver, for it was not the flash of a Ki beam but flashes from high-powered cameras.

More pictures to the story of her downfall.  Pan wondered if she should blast them all out of commission, however, a thought rang through her mind.  Deflection: her inevitable downfall would throw her enemies off guard.  Nothing would matter except their defeat.  She was a Saiyan and nothing could really stop her, at least not these mere humans.  It was the hard thought that had eluded her before now.  Perhaps it was not her own words, but it did describe her thoughts.  Only Trunks would have been cocky enough to think like a Vegeta.  For the first time since starting her vendetta, Pan realized what it was her sensei had always preached: power.  They were superior because they were Saiyans.  She was a Saiyan.  Before now, it had been a feeling that she must do this, carry on her mother’s work, which was only the excuse.  She had to take out these men, for they were the enemy.  Her mother had tried to eliminate them when she was alive.  She could have enlisted the power that Gohan had.  Videl could have asked Vegeta, but Videl followed the law.  However, a few years ago, something changed, and for Pan a completely new world began to take shape around her.  Here she was ousted from where she had been, hidden in the shadows and taking her time.  She had not wanted the notoriety, but now she would take it.  Pan thought for a moment and concluded that she was more apt at channeling Vegeta’s personality now that she had a closer feel for Trunks’ mind.  Regret was not a reasonable process.  Though using the police was a tactic she had not figured into this; she still could out power them.  

Gohan had no idea.  The only lawyers he knew were affiliated with to the Briefs and his father-in-law.  Bulma was inadverdantely busy with Vegeta,which was why the Son’s had left Capsule Corp.  With his closets frinds and family looking toward him for answers, he wondered whom he should call next.  Goten had reached Bra who had been headed her way to see Goten when Pan was ‘arrested’.  She deliberated for a minute and tried to reach her brother.  Trunks was in an all-out Capsule meeting, unreachable for a moment.  To ease the worrisome issue she made the only logical suggestion.  Hercules Satan was free and had the same influence as Trunks did.  However, he had a special bond with the Commissioner of Police.  All the officers had comp training with Satan’s Dojos.  It was his granddaughter.

Gohan had been reluctant on the part of the contacting Satan.  He had not been in the best of shape after Videl’s death. Pan had admitted not visiting him for the past few months.  The girl had much to answer.


Satan Hercules blue eyes had faded on the past years.  Ever since his daughters demise nothing, seem to pull out his usual exuberance.  He gently set the phone back onto its cradle.  Time had slipped form him as he took in his surrounding for the first time.  HE never sat inside his den as much as he had been lately.  However, his darling Pan had gotten herself into a pickle, and now it was up to him to save her.  He had wanted to be there for Pan, but Gohan had chosen Trunks as Pan’s guardian.  Well that goes to show you how kids are these days.  The smartest thing Gohan had done since he left was to call him.  He picked himself up and went to change.  He would meet poor Pan and get her home she she belonged.  Kids these days.  Wihtou a mother, Gohan had no idea of how to raise a girl on is onw.  And Trunks was just a spoiled kid himself.


The hoots and hollers inside the police station was enough to give her headache.  She waited until someone could talk to her.  She was not arrested yet, but they did need an interview.  Pan was in a holding office, which she noticed the door locked; no escape for most people.  She could hear most loud noise and see through the windows the going on of the station.  That was when she noticed the chief coming toward her.  Her mother’s old boss looked like a tired old principle form her high school.  


The Chief talked to Pan privately for a minute.  He expressed his condolences.
Pan wondered if she should wait for her father, she did not want to have to stay here.  She had a feeling that the police were not her problem.  She could see how uncomfortable they were for having to bring her in.  Either they were forced into it or that they were uncomfortable with the fact that she had done something bad.  
Chief Fushuki looked very uncomfortable questioning her.  “Now Pan, you have to remember that you are a very strong girl.  Using your strength unnecessarily could be very dangerous to some people.”  Fushuki explained as though he was scolding a child.

Pan listened and gave him an apologetic look.  He had not even brought up the fact that the incident took place behind a strip club, or that Kato had attacked her first.  Clearly part of the story was missing.
A knock on the office door gave Chief Fushuki a needed break.  He looked up to see two officers he did not recognize.

One opened the door and gave a smile to the pair.  “Sorry to interrupt Chief, but The Commissioner sent me and my partner to bring Pan over to his office downtown.”

“You’re from the Commissioner’s office?” the Chief asked.

He came fully inside the office, “Yes sir, Sargent Mishuko sir, it’s an honor to meet you.”  Chief Fushuki smiled and shook the younger man’s hand.  The commissioner often took in the best young officers around to serve him and his daily needs.  Chief Fushuki probably had not yet met this young Sargent.

The other officer peeked his head around the door and greeted the others.  “Chief Fushuki, I am Sargent Mackerel, we meet last year at the Police ball.”  
Chief Fushuki smiled as he recalled seeing this one before.  “Ah yes, good to see you Sargent Mackerel.”

“Do you have transfer papers for Miss Son?” asked Sargent Mishuko.

Chief only smiled, shaking his head.  “No we haven’t yet processed Pan into the system.  She is free to go with you gentlemen to the Commissioner...”

Sargent Mackerel gave a sour look to the Chief.
“What is wrong Sargent?” he aksed.
“Sir protocol.” he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, giving meaning to his words.
Chief breathed out heavily.  It would be wise to follow protocol especially with the commissioner’s officers.  One never knew which one might be his boss someday.
He looked over at Pan and explained, “We haven’t processed you yet Pan, and in this case the Commissioner probably wants to handle this situation himself.  However, you are going to have to be handcuffed in put into Sargent Mackerel and Mishuko's custody.  Now I don’t want you to worry,”

Pan was shocked, because no charges had been formally enacted, but this was starting to make her see sense.  Everything seemed okay on the surface but she knew this was the sign she had been waiting for.

Chief Fushuki mistook her look of concern and asked, “Sargent’s, is you cruiser in the back lot?”
‘Yes sir” ansered Mackerel.
“Good then led Pan through the Freight elevator.” Then Chief shrugged.  “Less show for the cameras.”
Pan gave Chief a small smile, hoping this would convey her gratitude.
It was an eerie feeling beign cuffed, at least her hand were in front of her.

They walked into the back hallway and rode a stuffy elevator down...  the back door opened and she was facing a back parking lot.  Sargent Mackerel and Mishuko did not say anything to her.  Pan jingled the cuffs and tried not to pull too hard.  


Conveniently, they used the same measures to bring her into the Commissioner’s office.  His was a large dome building near the downtown courthouse of West City.  Pan once had a field trip to this building.  She tried to recall the face of the Police Commissioner.  She had met him on occasion when she was younger.  They were not formally introduced.  He just happens to know her family very well.  

As she was ushered into the large rotund office, she caught a glimpse of Mr. Shuntori, her grandfather’s chauffer.   Confushion clouded her mind.  There inside the police commissioner office was no other then her grandfather Satan Hercules.  With him was Eliza Hatwater, Grandfahters solicitor and Police Commissioner Hytori Pang.

Greeting was giving and Hercules hugged his granddaughter and reprimanded her at the same time.

She heard the chuckle of the Commissioner Pang as her grandfather scolded Pan about using force to knock some poor kids around.  Obviously, no one had any clue what had happened.  Kato Shinoda was a pig and he concocted some big story to get her into trouble.  She was not going to forget whom it was she was dealing with.  Her ever-bundling grandfather might be in jeopardy.  She was had the creeping feeling of being setup.  She kissed her grandfather’s cheek.  Then spoke up for the first time.  “Hey Gramps.”

“See Mr. Hercules, Pan is going to be fine.  She and I are going to work this out and get to the bottom of this little problem and then everyone will be right as rain.”  Commissioner Pang quipped.

Hercules was gullible.  Eliza looked rather bored.  Before anyone knew what was happening Pan was alone in the office with Commissioner Pang.  
“Ah Pan you’ve been a naughty girl.  Your poor grandfather hadn’t any idea what you have been up to.”
Pang made no qualms getting right to the point.
Pan realized that perhaps the Commissioner knew more than anyone did.
She was reticent.
Commissioner Pang continued though, “Have you ever heard of a Ki Shield?”
Pan unwittingly, answered, “well of course I have….” Then she stopped.  Danger warnings lit up her mind.
“It’s okay Pan you can tell me, it’s all very confidential in here.  I promise you nothing here you say will get you in trouble.”  He cajoled.

Pan was curious, but cautious, “I was protecting myself.  Kato Shinoda tried to hurt me.  I pushed him, he hit a door.”  

“Come Pan how did he try to hurt you?  Kato is no fighter that I can assure you.”  A smile crept onto Pangs face.

Pan cleared her throat, “I believe he tried to drug me, he had a syringe, but it didn’t work, so I pushed him away.  Don’t I need Mrs. Hatwater to answer you?”

“No, no we are only trying to get to the bottom of everything.  We heard Kato’s story.  He is just a mad little boy.  It is like being in school Pan, “as he paused for affect, “he said, now," pointing to Pan, “she says.”  
Pan wondered, they were not in school and cops did not try to fix things like this that was for the courts.  Then again, she was not in jail here.
It was quiet for a moment.  Pan wanted to leave and pulled a little at the cuffs.  She looked down at them and then asked, “why is it then I am cuffed here?”
Pang chuckled at her and proceeded to open a drawer in his desk.  Grabbing a key, he went around his desk and undid the cuffs.  Pan rubbed her wrists.
“I am curious Pan, why would Kato try to hurt you?”
“I don’t know.” She said.
“How long have you known Kato?”
“I had only met with him and his friend once before.”
“Why are you working at the strip club?” he aksed
Pan knew that they knew a lot.  “I wanted some money,” she was going to play it cool.
“You live with the Briefs?  You are the granddaughter of Mr. Satan; why would you need money?  Have you got yourself into a bit trouble with drugs, I do not get it Pan, you said Kato tried to drug you.  He isn’t into drugs.”
“No he isn’t?  I do not know but he did try to stick me with a needle.  You seem well aware of me, and him why do you think?”  
“What I think is that you have made a very bad enemy.  But I don’t think your care about that.”

“Why would I not care if I have made an enemy?”

“Because people like you have no worries, you have money and people in power to fix things.”

“That doesn’t sound like me though; I have never been in trouble.”  She reminded him

“No it doesn’t sound like you it sounds like I am describing Kato.  However, Kato is the one with a bruised face and here you are looking fine to me.  Let’s get back to one thing; can you shield your body from an attack with a needle?”

“My back was turned, I felt him touch me with it, I turned around and saw that he was holding the syringe and I reacted.”

“I see, hmm… can you shield yourself?  If I was to hit you would it hurt?”

“Probably not.” She said having this conversation was making her head spin.

“So you reacted, his family reacted, and now we are here.  Pan you have put me in a unique situation.  On one hand, I had had to deal with Huro Shinoda.  Something that I do not like doing.  I hope you can figure why.  Nevertheless, with that I have now had to deal with Satan Hercules.”  Then Pang went to his desk again and opened the drawer took out a large manila folder, and placed it in front of Pan.  He poked the top of it and said, “Take a look here.”

Pan reached over and opened the folder.  Inside were very clear and large photos.  The first one was of Pan, Kato, and his friend all in the VIP room at the club all their faces were showing both men naked at the waist Pan sucking Kato and gripping Nori’s cock.  She flipped it over and the next one is of Pan holding her hand to Nori’s neck, there was a blue aura around where her hand was a marker circled the aura.  Pan flipped that one over quickly, the third picture was one she had seen, and it was of course Trunks Briefs and her inside the dressing room at the clothes shop in the Hills.  All of her suspicions confirmed.  

“It looks Pan that I might have to deal with Trunks Briefs as well.  It makes the field of play that much more interesting don’t you agree?”

Pan looked up and wondered if the Commissioner was too informed, had he gained an invite to her list?

“The problems of Huro and Trunks and Satan and you Pan are not so worrisome.  I am in this position for a reason.  However,”  Pang pointed to the picture of Pan with her hand at Nori’s neck, “this brings about another issue.  Do you know who you have made curious?  Someone much more powerful than anyone I know, including your family and friends.  “

Pan just sat waiting for the word, what she was going to do next made her quiet.  She did not want to blow up the Commissioner’s office.  She would become targeted by the good guys and the bad ones.  She could not rock the system, which she was trying to protect.  Corruption ran deep, but it had a purpose.  She understood why Vegeta, Trunks, and even her own father had never just killed the bad people of earth.  They trained to stop others from destroying the world.  Humans did not understand these powerful forces as well as her family did.  The Yakuza did not really know.
“Pan I have to put you on probation for using forces, my hands are tied here.  We are not going to drag this out anymore then it has to be.  I am afraid though your reputation is going to take a hit.  However, I am sure that it will all work out.  But you must be careful with whom you use that Ki of yours on.”

“My Ki?” she stated numbly
“Sargent Mishuko will take you over to a friend’s house, and there you will learn how to control that Ki, and make amends to the family you assaulted.”

“But, I didn’t assault him he attacked me.”  She argued, wanting to get out before she got mad.
“Shh, Pan I promised your grandfather that you wouldn’t have to be in the court system.  YOU would not want this incident to get more publicity.  Think of your family if you’re not worried about yourself.”

Damn she thought the reason.  Then she thought of what he was saying.  She was going to have to be making amends to the family of Kato.  She was going to be in the home of the Shinoda family, the heart of the Yakuza.
“Fine.” Was all she said.
“See right as rain.”  Pang smiled.
Sargent Mishuko walked in as though he had been waiting for a signal.  He reached out his hand to Pan and she looked up to see his smile.  Pan stood, and had a feeling that things were about to get interesting.  Unfortunate for her he began to put another pair of cuffs on her.  Pan was about to protest, when the Sargent replied, “it’s just for show.”  
“Pan, just until you leave the building, there are cameras you know.  We must keep up with protocol.”  Pan resigned her to be treated like a criminal for now.

In the outer office, her grandfather was waiting.  He jumped up again and hugged Panny.  Pan wanted to hug him back but her hands could not move.  She pulled at the cuffs in an attempt to break them if need be but she felt like she had no energy in her hands.  “Wait” she said as Sargent Mishuko tried to pry her away from Hercules.
“Why can’t I move my hands?” she aksed.
“New kind of cuffs.”  He sneered with a smirk.
“Can I say goodbye to my Gramps?”  Pan asked.
“You have three minutes” he replied nastily but then smiled and said, “We have to get going soon.”
“Gramps, take off my bracelet.”  She said to Hercules.
“What’s wrong Panny, they’re not taking you to jail?” he asked worried that the Commissioner had gone back on his word.
“No, nothing like that.  Trunks gave it to me, I wanted to keep it safe, and can you give it back to him and tell him I can’t keep it safe right now.”
“Sure, if you’re sure…”  Hercules stuttered.
“Please Gramps, get it to him, it’s very important that he gets that.  Can you do that for me?”
“Of course Panny.”  He said then kissed her cheek.

Pan was led to the back lot of the building again.  Sargent Mishuko put her in the car and locked her in.  He got back inside and started to the car.  Pan tried to move her hands again.  Fear creeping inside.  She had been assured of herself until these new cuffs were put one.  The harder she pulled the weaker her arms felt.  Pan began to panic she would blast out of this car if need be, she pulled up her energy and tried to power up, she strained and then huffed.  Nothing happened.  
Sargent Mishuko looked at her through the rear view mirror.  “You like them?”

“What the fuck is going on here?”  She asked pissed off.  She concentrated hard on trying to break the hold of the cuffs, but she could not do it.  Bringing the cuffs up to her face so she could really see them, the craftsmanship was familiar.  The C inside of a larger C gave her pause.  “Where do you get these?” she asked.
The look of satisfaction was over Sargent Mishuko’s face.  Pan regretted letting him get near her.  Her mind began to race.  The only good thing was that she had left her bracelet with her grandfather, the act now more purposeful.  She was not going to be able to keep anything safe.  Bulma herself had constructed and perfected the Ki restraint cuffs.  They should not be out the labs, they should not be in the police’s possession, and they should not be part of this scenario.




Gohan had a two-pronged problem.  He had to deal with his late wife’s possessions, and the fact that their only daughter was in in police custody.  After call his father in law, he flew over to Hercules home.  On his cell phone, he had arranged that Bra and Lime would discern between what he might want to keep and what he might want to donate.  They could sort it out later when he or Pan came home.  The only thing he could do now was pace.  He itched to go to the police station, but Eliza Hatwater had informed him that Pan was discussing her options with the Police Commissioner Pang.  Gohan relaxed for he knew that at least Pan would not have this on her record, nor would she even have to deal with the court systems.  Three times Hercules housekeeper had tried to get Gohan a drink, or just to relax.  “Mr. Gohan don’t wrry, Mr. Satan won’t let anything go wrong with Panny.”
Gohan was not use to not reacting to life’s problems.  He had been the center of most actions.  However, no one had ever had run in with local authorities, hell he was the authority.  The shame he felt made him speak out to Videl; apologizing for letting her down with Pan.  HE was selfish to have left her.  Trunks was supposed to keep her safe.  When that boy got home from work, they were all going to have some family discussions.  It did not matter if they were a thing.  She was his daughter.  Gohan jumped back up to pace again.  


Bulma was sitting down at her bathroom vanity, looking on her face to see if she was really aging well.  She felt young, but she was not.  Looking upon her husband today, she wondered if what he would do when she no longer could keep up with him.  Maybe a wish on the dragon balls for herself.  Although she had conjured his image form her mind, he appeared in the mirror.  Bulma stopped the urge to turn around to see if he was there, but his presence always overwhelmed her.
“There might be a problem,” was all he said.
All her musing over her age and looks went to wayside.  Vegeta was not an alarmist.  He meant what he said.  Bulma played out scenarios of what could cause her Saiyan to utter those words.
Vegeta walked ahead of her, he listened to her mutterings.  He could give her more information; however, he did not want to give any confusion.

In her living room, the news usually played throughout day except when Bra would make a channel change, the action frozen on the screen.  Vegeta grabbed the controller and unfroze the action.  Bulma watched as she saw the first images flash.  Live action shots of Pan at the Police station.  Still pictures of Pan dancing at the club.  Then a voice over began explaining the images.  The voice belonged to no other than Michael Shen.  “I guess Otto didn’t make it to his mothers.”  The only thing Bulma said.

Vegeta watched as Bulma left the room.  He was reading her mind, but would not comment with all he was hearing.  Vegeta was only grateful for her quiet mouth.

She grabbed her cell phone form her purse and continued to walk the grounds with Vegeta hovering by.  Without a thought, she made the call to her PR department.  “It’s me, no comments on the story, enact honeymoon.”  Bulma clicked off.
Bulma had made it to her garage.  Looking at her computer she was that files were still been downloaded from the ship.  Next, she looked over her monitors that keep surveillance in the rest of her compound.  What made her do it was a gut reaction.  She searched to CCTV back earlier this morning.  She watched as her employees flowed into the labs.  When she spotted Otto coming into the main building she stopped and zoomed on his features and then watched.  Waiting to see what he would do gave her an anxious feeling.  She looked away from the monitor to Vegeta.  He had been so quiet, so unlike him.  “What?” she asked, perturbed by missing things.
“I am just waiting for the explosion, you seem rather calm.”

“I guess you knew I was expecting something like this”
She looked back at the monitor when she thought she saw something.  She had.  Rewinding a little she saw Otto leave his desk and go into her office.  There he easily took handcuffs.  Something he had helped with.  The locker was open.  Otto had just easily lifted them and put them into his messenger bag.  What caught Bulma’s eye was that she had come in seconds before.  “Damn.”

Bulma jumped up from her chair and began to make another call.  She brushed pass Vegeta, grabbing his arm as she went by.  He did not like to dragged wound by her, so stopped to tell her that.
“Put Trunks on.”  Bulma listened to the response and was not happy.
Bulma looked back at Vegeta, “I need to get to Capsule fast.”
Vegeta gave her a nod.  He picked Bulma up.  He lifted up and flew; Bulma was trying to situate herself to talk on her cell.  She closed her eyes, in the effort.  Vegeta could move extremely fast when need be.  Her thirty-minute drive went by in seconds.  Vegeta had chosen to bring her to the roof of the building, which suited her just fine.  They proceeded to head toward the door on the roof.  Vegeta loved when Bulma was in a mood like this.  She carried with her much authority; heads were going to roll.  

Trunks were annoyed tremendously.  He had not wanted to return to this kind of meeting.  The department of Safety and regulations had visited three of his factories and had their findings to report.  The nick picking in order to get fines out of Capsule Corporation was always annoying.  It was not that he liked bad conditions nor paying the fines, nor taking costs to fix such problems, superior products, and safe working conditions was very important to him.  It was the attitude of the men and women who were there to be snide, condescending, and trying to find anything in which to make bones about.  He wished he could get the reports, pay the fees if any, and go about making corrections to the situations.  However, this was the system in place and they like to haggle and whine and argue points.  Trunks just sat there.  Letting them have their stage at his companies expense.  To him it was time consuming and wasteful.  He liked to solve problems fast.  His human resource team was there with him, conveying the argument of poor workers causing the poor conditions, disgruntled workers making things unpleasant for the Corporation.  Therefore, their point was to place the blame on the safety representatives encouraging poor working conditions, thus causing a biased opinion.  The system was one giant shakedown.  The government took their hints from Mafioso type organizing.  He had not been able to leave the meeting yet.

No one in the outer offices did anything when they saw Bulma storm toward the conference room.  Most shied away from her when they noticed Vegeta walking behind her.   

 The double door to the conference room opened wide, and before anyone could protest, Bulma searched out for her son’s face.  Someone unawares reacted to loud disruption and asked, “Yes?  Can we help you?”
The growl would always give Vegeta a satisfied smirk.
Squinting her eyes, Bulma found her voice, “This meeting is over.”  The intensidty of her face was worth a million words.

Trunks stood up and reacted, by making sure no one disobeyed his mother.  It wasn’t for the fact the shee knew what the meeting was about.  She knew.  It was not the fact that she had barged in and p scared half the people in the room.  She was known to end things abruptly.  It was that Vegeta, his father was with her, practically glowing with satisfaction, a watchdog waiting to be released.  The two locked eyes, and for that spilt moment, an understanding was reached.  

The conference room was very quiet after the group of people left.  Outside secretaries were rehashing times for rescheduling.  

“What the fuck happen?” was all he said.

Bulma breathed in to explain, but Vegeta finally gave voice to the day.
“Your mate has been arrested for assault; the raging story circulating is that she had literally fucked quite a few men recently, including you.  She has been working as a stripper at night, and quit high school.  All of this caught on tape.  Your mother has taken some precautions for some things, but is very concerned because a little man form her labs has stolen a pair of Ki restraints.”  Then he turned to Bulma, “is that about all?”

Bulma twitched because she knew Vegeta was only waiting for her to give word that he could mangle someone on the mud ball he called home.  However, she smiled that smile she patented, “you forgot to mention that all of this happened whilst Trunks was acting as her guardian.”

“Ah” he agreed and then looked at Trunks, “it seems you suck at babysitting.”

“What?!”  Trunks yelled.  Then sat down and tried to feel out for Pan.  How could he not know what had happened?


“Look we should go home.  I would feel better to be somewhere where we can handle this.  I can only control the media at the house.  The Son’s must be frantic.  Has anyone heard from them?”  Trunks asked.
Bulma frowned and checked her phone.  She had not even looked to see whom or what had called her.  There were three messages form Bra and one from Gohan.  Bulma sighed and called Gohan.


His patience was thin.  He had gathered up Hercules and together they drove to the Capsule home.  



For the first thirty minuets, it was total chaos.  However, the main consensus was to wait.  Not everyone knew the entirety of the situation.  Bits and pieces were coming out, however, Trunks was not sure if they needed to know everything there was to know.  Hercules however, assured that Pan was going to be fine.  

Gohan wished to believe that but Trunks kept looking at his watch.  “Trunks come walk with me.”  Trunks went with Gohan, but before he followed the older Saiyan he looked back at his mother, “can you call Bra and see how they are doing.”

The silence of the walk reminded Trunks how Pan’s mind worked.  Every day she walked a path.  It was a dark path her family was her light.  Without her here, he realized that she was his light.

Letting her down like he had he worried she would lose what control she had.  Hercules had seen her.  At least she was fine a few hours ago.  The problem was that no one knew where she was.  “Trunks did you hear me?” aksed Gohan

Trunks had been thinking and had not heard Gohan.

“Sorry Gohan.”

“Sorry, the man is sorry.  Trunks you have to stop thinking it has gotten you nowhere with this.  Was Pan covering as a stripper to take out the Yakuza?”

How did you know?”  Trunks asked, because he had not told Gohan this at all.  One of the things he feared.  Nevertheless, that had been out now that the TV was blasting it all over.  However, the countering story was the announcement of Pan and his upcoming wedding, his mother’s way of fixing things...  That had been her distraction.

“Trunks?”  Gohan asked for him
“Yes, yes damnit she was hunting them there.”  

“Damnit Videl” Gohan stuttered.
Trunks saw the torment on his face and he was not surprised.

“Gah , I wished they would have just …”  Gohan couldn’t even finish his sentence.  
It left Trunks a feeling uncertainty.  Why hadn’t he been told how intricate this was to the Son’s family?
“Gohan was Videl, had Videl done the same thing?” he aksed
“It was her last undercover sting.  I would not let her do it.  I stopped her made her quit.”

“I, I uh exploited it.”  Trunks whispered to Gohan confessing his sins.
Gohan took Trunks by the shoulder and shook it, “it was you next adventure, I am sure you were horrified and excited.”

Trunks was quiet for a moment he had no reply to Gohan.  He could not bring himself to discuss this with Gohan yet.  He had not even told Goten half of the situation.  

However, Gohan needed to know what Trunks really worried about, “She will probably kill them.”

“You think?  Does my daughter have it in her?”
“Yes.”

Both men were now quiet.  Both trying to ponder what was happening to Pan.

Hercules had made a promise to Pan.  Now with everyone anxious looks he worried that maybe his pull with the Commissioner might go south.  He was hopeful they would hear from Pan soon.  There was no reason why, except Pan’s last words to him.  In his pant pocket was a bracelet.  

He approached the two men outside.  Though he had questioned Golan’s choice of making Trunks Pan’s guardian, and despite all the trouble, she had got into since then; He had promised Pan to give a message to Trunks.

“Uh, Trunks.”  Hercules began.

Hercules took out the bracelet, and handed it to Trunks.  Trunks stared, eyes wide.
“Pan wanted me to get this to you, and let you now that she couldn’t keep it safe….”

Hercules words rang in his head.  He was saying more but Trunks tuned him out.  Pan never broke a promise if she could not help it.  Maybe it was because she was mad at him.  Had she still not forgiven him about this morning?  Things had still been wary.  He was still lost in thought when Gohan took the bracelet from him.  

This was a very expensive gift.  Gohan wanted to ask Trunks about it, but Trunks began to talk,  "I told her that if she wore it she had to careful, and then I would know she was safe.  She promised me.  The only time she could take it off if she was going to fight.”

Gohan heard enough.  “Trunks try to sense her, use your bond.”

“It’s no use, I’ve tried.”

“Tried?  Are you giving up?”  Gohan raised his voice.

“No, no. it’s just that she has blocked me all day, and now I feel closed off from her.”

Gohan pulled him up close to him face, “well open up, because you’re the only one who can.”