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This is where her journey started of being a fugitive.

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Note: Sorry if this seems...rush you could say, I'm sick and I wrote the beginning part in my English class-No wonder why my teacher hates me!

Story Time!

Two years...It have been two years since Bulla Briefs was accused of the murder of Marron Chestnut and went missing. It had a major impact on her family.

Her father Vegeta became more closed off than he usually was, giving everyone the cold shoulder and rarely speaking.

Her mother Bulma worked at Capsule Cooperation three days during the week and arriving back home around two in the morning. Then for the other three days she would lock herself in her lab. Sunday was her only day off and on that day she tried to fix her broken family.

Her brother Trunks at least was getting better. He didn't leave his room for three months-only coming out on Sundays since Bulma demanded him to come out. Slowly, he was getting better and left his room to go out. Currently, he was pretty neutral about everything and was calm really.

But for the past two years, Bulla has been trying to clear her name. She sent about a hundred dollars a month to her home to clear her name. But she stopped sending money for the last three months-giving up hope. Even though she gave up hope on returning home and becoming innocent, she started an online group about herself, wondering what people thought of her. Only about twenty people thought she innocent while five-hundred people disagreed. Not that it mattered really.

It was hard starting a new life at first in America but she adjusted slowly. getting a descent apartment and having a waitress job-she felt like anything two major would attract unwanted attention. She died her hair blonde-yet kept the ends for blue tips-and her blue eyes seemed duller. Yet after the two years and time processing, she got use to it and actually loved her new life. Now, everything was calm. Yet this was just the beginning...

Bulla sighed, looking out the window of the restaurant she worked at. It was only a quarter after nine after all. Only a few people-a man and a mother with two kids- lingered in the restaurant eating breakfast so not many people needed her full attention. And that included one of her co-workers, Debra. The brunette has been trying to get her attention for the past five minutes since it was only them, besides from the cook of course. Not many people willingly took the morning shift, there boss usually forced them to. Sadly, it was one of those days Bulla was stuck with the morning shift.

"April!" Debra yelled in annoyed. Bulla snapped out of it, looking at her co-worker blankly, blinking. Even after two years, she can't use to the fact people calling her by her new name, April Shores.

"Sorry Debra, what was that?" She asked. Debra rolled her eyes.

"I said what are you doing after work?" She repeated. Bulla or rather now April, shrugged. She walked over to a table with a tray of coffee. She smiled brightly to the man.

"Hello sir, would you like a refill?" She asked kindly. The man nodded so the blonde-blue haired girl lifted the pot of steaming coffee off of the tray. Her blue eyes watched the liquid fill up the mug and stopped, placing it back on her tray. "I'll be back with you check in a few minutes sir." She smiled, walking over back to Debra. She placed the tray on the counter, looking at Debra once again. "Nothing really, probably just going to take a long hot bath."

"Of course you would, you love baths." Debra chuckled.

"Yeah, I take after my mother in that suit." Bulla smiled sadly. Debra frowned, patting Bulla on the shoulder. April had a sad story; her father was always busy and her mother died giving birth to her so she was left in care of her older sister. And when her older sister was getting married, she came here to America. Having a sad story along with a simple past made things easier for her.

"Poor thing, I'll take the check to the man. You stay here." The brunette told Bulla. Bulla smiled in thanks, nodding in thanks as her co-worker ran off with the check. Bulla sighed, looking around. The mother was getting up, holding her four year old son and taking the eight year old girl by the hand. Bulla grabbed an empty tray and walked away from the counter to clean up the table. As she placed the dirty plates onto the tray, the bell indication a person's arrival jingled.

"Hello!" Bulla greeted cheerfully, not looking at the new comers quite yet. She placed the last half filled cup of milk onto the tray, turning to face them. Her eyes widen and her heart beat increased greatly. She pointed out everything the two had; black hair, onyx eyes, and looked related. The female had an orange bandanna wrapped around her neck while the man had a spiked up hair style with 10 written on the jersey he was wearing.

Pan and Goten. Bulla thought, two figures of her past who were very important to her.

Sorry for the short and sucky chapter, I'm still sick. But I am working on the new chapter tomorrow after I get some rest.