"Officer Son we've found some survivors." Assistant Private Investigator Demo reported to the rookie officer. Goten had excelled at the academy to such a high extent that the Galaxy Police Commissioner himself had personally appointed him head of the Dragon Ball robbery case.

However, many question this decision saying Goten's Saiyan heritage and familiarity with the Dragon Balls was biased. That he had moved up the ladder faster than he should and his father's reputation weighed heavier in the decision than merit alone.

Even if it was a case of who you know instead of what you know Goten had proven himself being able to track the robbers to that planet even if it came a few hours too late.

"I'll be right there." Goten nodded over to his partners who were working to find any clues among the rumble before following Demo to the room they had set up as a temporary place to treat the injured and question the survivors.

"That's him over there." Demo pointed out a young elf boy sitting in a far corner. The boy was pretty banged up, having bloody bandages over his torn shirt, arms, and face. His clothes were severely tattered.

Officer Goten approached the young boy cautiously knowing from experience that victims of a tragedy of this magnitude more often than not suffered from severe trauma. He hoped the boy was in the right state of mind to answer his question accurately. Hopefully with this witnesses help he would be able to bring the criminal or criminals who committed this sin to justice.

"Hi. I'm Goten. I was wondering if I could ask you what happened?" Goten said softly leaving the formalities of title and police business out of it in order to make the situation the least intimidating.

It didn't work. The boy remained seated looking down as if too afraid to look up and face the terrifying surroundings. Goten knelt before the boy and waited a while before trying again for his presence seem to make the boy nervous, but given what he just lived through no one would blame him for being a little shell shocked.

"Please. I need your help. I want to find the person that did this, but I can't unless you tell me who did this." Goten kept his voice gentle and almost brotherly as he spoke to the child. Still the boy did not respond. The only way Goten even knew the boy was aware of him was when he flinched and pulled back when he tried to put a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I'm here to help. I want to help you and everyone else, but I can't do that unless you tell me who did this." Goten tried again but to no avail. Frustrated he shook his head with a disappointed sigh before standing up. Usually he would have plenty of patience to help a scared witness cope with the trauma being a Son after all, but this was an urgent case.

Not because it was his first big case or that he had to prove himself to the skeptics that thought he got the job based on name, but because it hit close to home. He refused to believe the theories that the criminals had to be someone familiar with the dragon balls and had to posse the capability to find them so quickly. Although the universe was vast the number of people that actually knew the true power of the dragon balls was still limited to the Z fighters and their families. And there was only one unaccounted for.

Goten forced himself to not even consider that a possibility as he turn to look for another witness to interrogate. There had to be at least one other survivor conscious and well enough to answer his question. He was about to ask Demo about it when the boy whispers something a normal person wouldn't have heard, but thanks to his heighten Saiyan hearing he was able to make out "The queen."

"What did you say?" Goten asked turning back to the boy to make sure he had heard correctly.

"The queen did this." The boy repeated still barely above a whisper never diverting his attention from the floor, which he had been staring at since he had be rescued from beneath the destruction and placed there by one of the other officers who had also tended to his wounds.

"Your queen did this?" Goten kneeled before the boy again.

"Yes." The boy nodded choking back tears. It was obviously killing him to relive the annihilation. As much as his good heart and sensitive side was telling Goten to back off and give him a minute the detective and sense of duty in him told him to press on.

"Can you tell me the Queen's name?" Goten asked to which the boy answered by shaking his head.

"Well can you describe her?" Goten tried a different angle since he figured perhaps the boy was a simple stable boy or kitchen servant and was only permitted to refer to the queen as her Majesty.

"She did not look like us." The boy began slowly. Goten allowed him all the time he needed to compose himself enough to continue.

"She did not have ears like us or the same hair color as us. She was not one of us. She was not from here." The boy continued never facing Goten.

"What color was her hair?" Goten asked afraid of the answer, but well aware that the next word out of the boys mouth could turn everything upside down.

"Purple." The boy spoke and with that everything changed. Goten bolted from the room a million things racing through his mind.

"It's a big universe. There has to be lots of girls with purple hair. She can't be the only one with purple hair. Purple isn't even her natural hair color." Goten kept obsessing internally as he past by the royal hall. The distraught Saiyan was too caught up in getting to his captain to compare notes and if Dende was on his side his boss would tell him all the other witness had given different testimonies. He was wishing for that so hard he almost missed the most important piece evidence.

Goten stopped dead in his track before the only portrait that remained standing. The newly hung portrait was slightly burned on the bottom right corner and was slightly crooked, but there was no mistaking who the portrait was of. The facial features were flawless, the figure unmistakable, and the smirk one of a kind.

"No." Goten fought slumping over leaning against the wall where the picture hung and pounding on it with his fist not out of anger, but sadness. Overwhelmed by shock of this event Goten fell back onto the floor then looked up and asked the heavens to say it wasn't so.

Authors Note- Wow a whole chapter without Bra in it. And to think I think its one of my best chapters yet with the most detail and emotions. Kinda ironic huh?