"Welcome to the lab, Trunks Brief," said the computer voice from the gate to let the three of us in the building.

"Wow. You guys have quite a bit of security here," I replied breaking the silence.

"Well, I guess that's part of business. My mother is very careful with her projects and doesn't want anyone to steal any of her ideas."

"That makes since."

"Hey Mom! I'm home!" Trunks yelled out.

"Hi Trunks! Hi Goten! How are you two boys doing? I hope you two are being good. Who is this?" a blue haired woman walked through the door and gave the two boys a hug and stared at me with a puzzled look.

"This is Kelsey. Kelsey Mack. She's the new student at school," Goten replied.

"Mack? Are you related to Maggie Mack by chance?" Trunk's mom asked, looking at me.

"Yes, she is my mom," I answered shyly.

"Well, I am happy to finally meet my new secretary's daughter of who I heard so much about. If you want to see your mom, I can lead you to her."

"That will be great. Thanks Mrs. Brief."

"Oh, just call me Bulma. I really don't like it when people call me that, it makes me sound old," Bulma laughed while petting her rounded stomach. I nodded my head. Bulma led the three of us through the lab door and came across to a big desk and the person who was sitting behind it was my mom answering a phone call. She looked up and smiled once she saw me. I waved at her and started to look around the room. There was a huge screened TV hanging on the wall on the left side of Mom's desk, I started watching it and something caught my eye. It was on the news channel and one of the reporters was interviewing, Mr. Snipe, the new sheriff back at home or maybe not our home anymore. I turned up the volume a little higher and started to listen what Mr. Snipe would say.

"So, Sheriff Snipe, I heard you're the new sheriff in Cambridge, Nebraska. How does it feel like?" asked the news reporter who held out a microphone to the young man on TV.

"It feels fantastic!" answered the man who took my dad's job after the whole disappearance.

"I heard the sheriff before you was Derek Mack, a family man who has been working as a sheriff for 17 years. Do you have any idea why he disappeared without saying anything? He was one of the best sheriffs in town I heard."

"Derek Mack? The best sheriff in town? Ha! I would disagree with you there. He wasn't even considered a leader; he was a coward and couldn't face anymore crime cases. He was scared and his family moved away because they were afraid. What a bunch of cowards! Everyone in town even agrees with me about the Mack family…." the TV screen was turned off before he could even finish his sentence. I turned around and saw my mom holding the TV remote and giving me her disappointed look.

"That's enough for one day, sweetie."

"But…." I started.

"We'll talk later," Mom answered and looked back to her paper work. No one else in the room was even paying attention to us which was a really good thing at this moment. I then saw a figure standing beside the door staring at everyone with a serious look on his face. He started walking over to Bulma and said, "Woman, how many times do I have to tell you to rest and Trunks, why are you always bothering your mother with Kakrott's son and your girlfriend?" I felt my mouth drop and look shocked on how he supposedly knew what was going on.

"I'm not his girlfriend!" I exclaimed and kind of glared at the man I suppose is Trunk's dad.

"I wasn't talking to you now was I, girl," he replied a little harshly. I just crossed my arms and looked away.

"Vegeta! Be nice to our guests! You don't have to be so rude!" Bulma yelled, glaring at her husband.

"Woman! I do not have time to lecture with you; I have to get back to training. I just wanted to make sure….." he stopped quickly and I swear, I thought his cheeks were turning red from being embarrassed as he looked away quickly.

"Oh Vegeta! I didn't know you cared about us so much! That means a lot to me," Bulma answered, her eyes sparkled with excitement as if she just won a tournament.

"Shut up," Vegeta mumbled, his back facing toward us.

"Do they always act like this?" I whispered to Goten who stood closet to me.

"From being best friends with their son, yes. They always have these little arguments, but they are very entertaining if you ask me," Goten answered back. I shook my head.

"Well, we should get going. Now, I am super late for my date! I will see you later! Love you mom and dad! I have to drop off these two right now!" yelled Trunks as he dragged us along with him in a big rush.

"Bye Trunks! Bye Goten! It was nice to meet you, Kelsey! You are always welcome here to visit!" yelled Bulma as she waved at us.

"Don't crash the car, son, or I will take away your allowance!" Vegeta yelled back.

"Wow. Your dad seems to care a lot about you," I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"That's my dad for you."

Back at the house:

"Bye Kelz! See you tomorrow!" yelled both Trunks and Goten. I waved back at them as the car drove away. I sighed and went inside the house. Why was Mr. Snipe the sheriff? He was considered one of the worst cops at the office because he never listened to orders and failed so many times whenever he was given a crime case. This just doesn't make any sense! Why did Mom not tell me about this! This is messed up! I thought again, why people hated my dad so much. He was considered one of the best sheriffs of all time and yet, he was treated like trash, and no one respected him. Mom and I were the only people he could always count on. I know what you must be thinking, but my mom was not only a stay-home mom, she did work as Dad's secretary at his old detective office and was awesome with finding sources. She was really good. I wonder why she was against him being a detective when she wasn't bad herself. I had to finally put all those thoughts away and get my camera and start heading over to the school for the volleyball game. This camera is very special to me because my dad gave it to me as a Christmas present. It use to be his when he was a detective and gave it to me since I wanted to be just like him someday. I still to this day want to be a detective just like him.

Once I left the house, I decided to go to the taxi right across the street since it was not safe for me to walk by myself because of this morning. It's not because I don't like to walk, I love it, but there are too many gangs around town that walking by myself is rather stupid, learned my lesson. When I made it safely to the school with the help of a taxi driver, I made it just in time before the game started. I ran to the school gym and sat somewhere in the top benches because it wasn't a good idea to sit in the front where you get hit by a ball constantly. I would be very mad if my camera got smashed by a volleyball! The game started and the crowd went wild right away, I guess West City High's Wildcats were really good. I took lots of great shots as the game continued; taking pictures is one of those things I'm pretty good at. Soon everyone started to get tense because it was a tie between the two teams: West City Wildcats vs. East City Eagles, if you ask me, these mascots are kinda dumb. Who even came up with the team names! Come off it! Anyways, by the end of the game, West City High won and the team hugged each other and saying good job. I took about 120 pictures once the event was over, well; the teacher is going to be very picky looking through these pictures. As I made it outside and waited for a taxi, I heard some bickering by the big school sign, there was one of West City High's volleyball players who argued with seemed to be her boyfriend. They argued and argued, pretty soon the guy slapped her across the face and started swearing at her like she was this horrible girlfriend and she didn't respect him. He slapped her again and she fell to the ground. I don't like it when people hurt someone else, it's not right, this is what my father has tried fighting for, stopping violence. I walked over to the girl and helped her up on her feet.

"What the heck are you doing? Don't help her out! This is none of your business!" the guy yelled and pushed me rather on the rough side. I glared at him and stood right in front of him, he soon backed down.

"When someone like you starts hitting others that makes it my business! If I were you, I would just walk away. I thought I would give you a fair warning," I replied coolly, but gave him one of my meanest looks showing him I wasn't standing down.

"You brat!" he started and was about to hit me in the guts, but I blocked him with my right arm and started to bend his hand backwards. He gasped and started begging me to stop.

"Strike one, bad move to make. If you touch your girlfriend again, you will answer to me!" I released his hand and he was about to kick me, but I blocked him once again and got him to fall on his stomach. "Strike two, when are you going to learn not to make a bad move? You're stupid, you know that?" I asked being my smartalic self. The guy winced and then ran away from us. I turned around to the girl with a bruised cheek, "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine. Thanks! He's my ex-boyfriend and I told him to stay away from me, but he seems to think he owns me."

"Figures. If he ever bothers you, again, give me a call and I will teach him another lesson." The girl laughed and then winced and held her bruised cheek.

"Alright, I'll hold you to that. My name is Shannon," she said shaking my hand in a gentle grip.

"Kelsey, but you can call me Kelz if you want," I returned her handshake and told her my cell phone number whenever she needed help.

"I hope we'll hangout sometime….Kelz," she replied with a bright smile.

"That would be great, Shannon." I waved at her and went in the taxi while she walked to her car. What is it with me getting friends so fast? I consider that a new record! I'm glad I met new people even though they were in awkward moments.

Yearbook Class:

"Thank you, Kelsey for the new pictures! You just saved our butts there!" Chappy, the yearbook advisor, told me.

"It was nothing, really."

"You truly saved us here, that is one big accomplishment! Ok, your next assignment is…..I want you to start the homecoming layout. Take pictures of the homecoming football game and dance, interview people, and find the big story." Great. Now I'm stuck with the homecoming events. Oh well, I guess it's a starting point. The school bell rang and I stayed in the room for newspaper class, wonder what story I'm writing this time.

"Kelsey, can you come here please?" asked Mrs. Lovings, the newspaper advisor, who was not as cheery as Chappy, but very nice. She's a cool teacher.

"Yes, Mrs. Lovings?" I asked sweetly.

"I just thought of a good story for you and it was also the principal's idea. I want you to write a story about the Z fighters."

"The Z fighters? What are they?" Curiosity caught up with me.

"Nobody knows. They are just a group of people who fought in the Cell Games 16 years ago."

"You got me! I'm curious, so, what exactly are you asking me? You want me to discover who the group is and take an action photo of them?" Why do I even ask when I already knew the answer.

"Exactly."

After school:

Hi Kelz! How was the game last night?" asked Goten who snuck up behind as I picked up textbooks from my locker. I jumped and turned around wide eyed.

"Goten! Don't scare me like that!" I playfully slapped him on the shoulder. I guess I slapped him a little harder than what I meant to do and nearly popped a muscle. "Jeeze, Goten! You're hard as a rock!"

"Sorry! I just wanted to let you know both Trunks and I have football practice today, so we can't give you a ride home."

"That's ok. I'll just walk home."

"Isn't your mom picking you up?"

"No, she's at work."

"Oh, hey! I got an idea! I'll ask my older brother, Gohan to give you a lift!" he exclaimed as he pulled out his cell phone.

"No! That's ok! I'll just walk home."

"No chance! You are not walking home. Oh, hi Gohan! I was just wondering if you could pick up a friend of mine from school today. Videl can even come along. Kelsey Mack. Why is that the first question you would say? She's just a friend. Thanks bro! I owe you one!" he pushed the end button, "My brother is on his way with his fiancée."

"Why do you always have to do this? We just met yesterday."

"Because I always help a friend and that's what you are, my friend. I gotta get going! Talk to you later!" Goten yelled as he ran across the hall. I chuckled, what a gentleman.

I waited outside and saw Shannon's ex-boyfriend walking over to me. "Oh, great," I thought to myself.

"Hey you! Yes, I'm talking to you! Come over here and I will teach you a lesson!"

"No thanks! I think my work is done from last night," I answered with ease and looked away waiting for Goten's brother.

"Hey brat! I'm not done with you, yet! You owe me something," He yelled again.

"Let me think, I don't owe you anything!" I yelled back getting annoyed.

"I think you do! Come over here and I'll show you!"

"I don't think so!"

"That's it! I tried to be nice, but you continue to be mean," he yelled and this time, grabbed my right arm behind my back and grabbed my waist. I winced for the pressure on my arm started to hurt.

"Don't touch me," I warned him with a glare.

"You should stop demanding and telling people what to do. You're very pretty for being the new girl from a different country. I wouldn't want to ruin this pretty face of yours," he replied while rubbing my cheek with his thumb.

"I tried to warn you, but you leave me no choice," my last answer before I stamped on his foot hard and elbowed him in the stomach after he released my arm. He fell to the ground, the same position like last night, "This is getting old really fast."

"Kelsey Mack!" I heard someone calling my name; I turned around and saw a black haired guy with glasses. You can defiantly tell he and Goten are related; it wasn't that hard to tell. Thanks to my detective instincts my dad taught me, my guesses are never wrong. I picked up my book bag and ran over to the car.

"Hi! I'm Kelsey! Nice to meet you," I shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you, too. I'm Gohan Son and this is my fiancée, Videl Satan. Are you ok? We just saw you having problems with that guy."

"Oh, that was no biggy. I ran into him last night and I guess he couldn't get enough of me," I joked. The couple giggled and Gohan opened the car door for me and let me in.

"Thank you for picking me up, but you really don't have to do this."

"Oh, it's no problem. We don't mind," Videl answered showing her violet eyes and smiled kindly at me.

"Yeah, not a problem. You must be the new student Goten and Trunks talked about. Where did you come from?" asked Gohan while he started the car.

"I'm from the US and both my mom and I just moved here like a month ago. She works at Capsule Corps as the new secretary."

"That is really cool! Where's your dad or do you even have a dad?" asked Gohan.

"My dad was the sheriff in town, but he died in an accident 6 months ago. My mom usually doesn't like to talk about it." I partially lied. It was true, Dad had been missing for 6 months, but I don't really know if he is alive or dead.

"I'm sorry," Videl replied.

"It's not your fault."

Later that night:

"Why didn't you tell me that Mr. Snipe was the new sheriff? Why are we even hiding?" I raised my voice getting confused.

"Because we weren't safe living there and Mr. Snipe is a rich guy who can buy his way to almost anything he wants. I wanted to protect you! I didn't want you to get hurt," Mom yelled getting teary eyed.

"I know you wanted to protect me, but from what? I knew I was getting bullied because I was the sheriff's daughter! What case was Dad working on before he left? What made him disappear without a trace?"

"You know I can't tell you. Your father didn't even want you involved."

"Get involved into what? I am so sick and tired being the last person to know the truth! What made Dad leave?" Mom took a deep breath and looked at me with concern in her eyes.

"Good night, sweetie. I think that's enough talk for the night," she walked away to her bedroom and closed the door. I sat on the carpeted floor and started to cry. What was so horrible that everyone had to hide from me? I was shaken from my thoughts when I heard my cell phone ring, I read who it was from and answered it.

"Hi Shannon, what's up?" I asked sniffling a little bit.

"Oh, nothing much. I was just wondering if you would like to hangout with me, tonight."

"Sure, where at?"

"The coffee shop by Capsule Corps. Do you need a ride?"

"Yes, that would be nice. What time?"

"In five minutes."

"Meet me in the front."