Bra seriously considered screaming for help hoping Goten would come to her rescue but then she remembered exactly who she was. She was the one and only Saiyan Princess. Vegeta's daughter, which meant she was no way in hell a damsel in distress.
"Get your filthy hands off of me!" Bra screamed powering up and pushing her attacker off of her. She went to punch him in the face when to her surprise the assaulter who didn't seem to have any Ki at all grabbed her wrist blocking the move.
"Bad Princess. Is that anyway to treat your partner in crime?" 17 asked with an evil smile.
"How the hell did you get here? I left you for dead on Namdar." Bra was genuinely surprised to see 17 standing before her in perfect shape.
"Yea right Princess. You know perfectly well you weren't shooting to kill. You don't have the guts for it." 17 laughed pulling Bra towards him.
"Don't tempt me Android" Bra growled not a hint of fear or any other emotion other than fury on the princess's beautiful face. She stood face to face with the killer 17 neither one showing any signs of backing down.
"Maybe later." 17 smirked after an intense stand off.
"As if!" Bra scoffed breaking free from 17's grasp and storming off into the pilot room. Right now she didn't care to know how he walked away from her attack without a scratch, or how he tracked her down to that planet and managed to break into the spaceship.
All she wanted was to get as far away from 17 as possible, but she knew there was no way she was going to get out of that ship without a fight, and that meant getting the attention from a certain good hearted half Saiyan and that would only lead to trouble.
"I have to get 17 away from Goten before all hell breaks lose." Bra thought panicking to get the ship started. The sight of Bra with 17 would be too much of a shock for even oblivious Goten to not get. She just hoped beyond hope that Goten wouldn't go running to tell her brother, parents or any of the Z fighters, because if he did they were done for……………….
"Hello?" Trunks answered his office's phone a few days later.
"Hey Trunks! Wuz up man?" His best friends voice said from the other end.
"Goten! Good to hear from you bud. How's police training going?" Trunks asked.
"Good." Goten said talking on his intergalactic phone from a planet hundred of galaxy's away. After a brief casual conversation that allowed the life long friends to catch up Goten revealed a bit of news that would set the demise of Bra and 17 in motion.
"You'll never believe who I ran into on one of my vacation leaves. It really goes to show you just how small the universe really is." Goten joked.
"Who?" Trunks asked curious.
"You're sister." Goten answered.
"What? No way!" Trunks responded in a manner Goten wasn't expecting. It wasn't a "What? No way!" in the "that's totally cool" way, but in the "What? That's not possible" way.
"Yea I didn't know she was vacationing throughout the universe with a friend." Goten went on not picking up on his friends tone of voice.
"I didn't either." Trunks said in dismay. He remember hearing his parents talking about Bra disappearing, but he could of sworn he heard his father say she was probably in the past visiting their grandfather Vegeta.
"Well I got to get back to training. Talk to you later man." Goten hung up leaving Trunks unraveled by the news. After a few minutes of pondering what had just happened he decided to put an end to his worrying and call his mother.
"Hey mom. Did Bra leave for vacation around the universe?" Trunks asked as soon as Bulma answered her phone.
"No. You're dad said she went to visit your grandfather Vegeta in the past." Bulma answered taken aback by the question.
"Are you sure? Cuz Goten just called me and said he ran into her on some planet he was on leave from the space police academy." Trunks informed his mother.
"I knew Bra leaving to visit her grandfather without telling us didn't make sense. I'll talk to your father." Bulma hung up with her son………..
Authors Note- Uh oh! Looks like the princess is in big trouble. Bra can get away with murder with Vegeta, but Bulma? No way.