The threat was gone, Baby was burnt to a crisp into the sun. Everything was peaceful again, right? It had been almost seventeen years since Goku destroyed the last Tuffle threat. Or so he thought it was the last. When Baby planted the eggs in all of the people of earth, part of the egg was absorbed by a child still in his mother's womb. The Sacred Water was not ingested, so only healed the mother of the Tuffle's parasite. And thus, a Tuffle child was born. Completely unaware of his heritage, he lead a normal life, unknowing of the power sleeping within himself.
Bolete sighed as he walked down the sidewalk towards his house. Living in a big city had its advantages, but the main drawback was he had to walk almost everywhere because of the thick traffic. He hated walking so much. Why was his apartment so far away from the school anyway?
Suddenly a loud siren blared out next to him, drawing him from his muse. Turning quickly, he noticed a police car racing towards the town bank.
"What's going on over there?" he thought aloud.
Without really thinking about it, he turned around. Maybe he could catch a glimpse of what the fuss was about. Looking at the scene, he must've missed most of what was happening, because a girl was now standing on top of the police line, shouting at the robbers.
"How dare you interrupt my date, again!" she yelled, obviously enraged.
Who the heck was she supposed to be? And why did she think it was a good idea to challenge armed men without the slightest form of protection? Not to mention, they had a hostage with them. He dared himself forward, hoping to get a better look at the situation as it was unfolding. Whoever this woman had been on a date with was long gone by this point. There was no one around but the police and her. Not even a group a spectators risked gathering around, it seemed. The robbers looked unimpressed by her display and now pointed their guns to her. What is she thinking?
"I can't go on a single date in this town without something happening! Now you guys are going to get it!" She rushed forward and was stopped short by the appearance of two young teenagers. They seemed determined to stop her from finishing her actions. But if they were truly protecting her, why in the world would they put themselves in danger as well? Wouldn't it be better to simply let the police handle it?
"You two get out of my way! I'm trying to teach these guys a lesson about messing with me!"
"But, Pan, we wanna help too! We wanna use what you taught us!" the young girl eagerly jumped up and down.
The woman they called Pan rolled her eyes, but eventually smiled down at them. She gave them a short nod of approval before taking a few steps back. Bolete and Pan both watched from their separate locations as the younger fighters took out the robbers and saved the hostage before handing them over to the police. The three strange people-well, strange in his opinion-left the area and crossed the street over to the sidewalk that Bolete had come from. He could hear them talking, but desperately wanted to know what about. Who were these strange people, and where the heck did they learn all those moves?
"Hey! Wait!" Bolete heard himself calling out to them before he realized what he was doing.