Pan's POV

Man, who knew surviving in the modern time is so much harder than it was way back then. I was just planning to go dumpster-diving in McDonald's or something, honest. But Marron said that's just stupid. So much for my only plan.

"Should we dye our hair and get plastic surgery and stuff?" Bulla asked.

"NO WAY!" I shouted.

Bulla and Marron looked at me with their mouths in the shape of an 'o'.

"We need money. That's how society runs, I think," Marron said.

I nodded and looked around. We spent 3 days so far out here in Satan City. I've always wanted to meet the Great Hercule!

I continue to examine and saw a dude who was holding up a sign that said 'Anything Will Help' on the side of the street.

"I have an idea!"

Bulma's POV

I looked in the mirror on my way out the door to make sure my lipstick wasn't out of line. I want to look professional because I've got the police and detectives on my side, except they want to see solid proof.

"I'm right behind you."

I turn my head around and saw Vegeta with dark shades and a black tux.

"Aren't you dressed up?"

He smirked and walked out the door ahead of me.

When we finally got to that academy, I stepped out of the limo with my briefcase.

There, I met up with the officers and we walked inside. I squeezed Vegeta's hand tightly.

As we walked along the long corridors, it felt like a ghost town because basically no one was here. The girls were probably taking pictures. I knocked onto the door that read 'Headmaster' and didn't wait for a response. I barged right in.

"Sir, I believe you have some girls to return," I announced.

Then, I realized there was no one in the room, but the swivel chair was spinning like someone just left.

"Find him! We can't let him escape!" I shouted and Vegeta closed his eyes and sensed out his power level. He was really putting some effort in this. The police left the room to go search for him as well, but I hopped onto the chair and started hacking into this Headmaster Johnson's computer.

My fingers quickly started tapping on the individual keys. After a few seconds, I broke through the firewall and had access to the files. Who needs Super Powers when you've got Super Brains?

I had to do this quick and copy it all onto my password-protected flash-drive which was pretty much unhackable. I shoved the memory stick in the USB drive, copy and pasted the files, and waited. My right foot was tapping ferociously against the carpeted floor. This old system took forever to load.

Quicker than I could see, someone had the sharp end of the blade against my neck.

"What are you doing, Ms. Briefs?" the man asked. I squeezed my eyes closed and reached out for my clipboard, but he swept it aside. "I know all your sneaky tricks and you are not going to shut down my school. You got that?"

He pulled my hair with his free hand and the blade bumped against my neck, slitting an opening in it.

"You are so predictable."

I wanted to scream, but the knife restricted me so. I felt the blood drip down my neck and it felt like I was hanging from the Eiffel Tower by my hair.

"Wait until I brainwash you. You would make a very nice wife and partner in business," he mumbled. His saliva slithered down my face. "Don't you think?"

I smirked my best Vegeta Smirk.

"One, I'm already married. And two, I have kids. And I believe one of them is a Super Saiyan," I said.

"Hu-"

But before he could even finish, Trunks swiped the knife away from him and knocked this Johnson man out in one swift movement.

I sank to my knees, wrapping my hands around my bloody neck.

"Are you okay, Mom?" Trunks asked, a little panicked, but I am one tough mama.

"Yeah."

"You don't look okay. . ."

"Bring him to the police, please."

He nodded and picked up the headmaster and jogged out the doors to the policemen.

I crawled and helped myself up with the support of the desk. I let myself fall into the comfort of the chair and ejected the USB. I plucked the flash-drive out and tuckedit safely in my pocket. After that, I pushed the computer off the desk along with the monitor so no one will ever have those files, but me. There was no way I was going to let the police get their hands on this. This was MY case and MY case alone.

Trunks' POV

It was a shame I didn't reach Mom in time, but it's a good thing she isn't brutally injured.

I finally found the police men and handed the old man to them. Who knew criminals could vary?

I practically ditched work to see my sister again.

Mom had told me to gather some clues, so I read the arrows and made my way down to the girl's dorm room.

I'm no pervert, honest!

It's not like I wanted to.

I quietly walked down the hallway. There was a girl walking at the intersection and her eyes met mine. We both stared at each other, wide-eyed.

There was no mistaking it. Blue hair and everything, just like Mom said. Standing at the end of the corridor was my little sister.

For some apparent reason, she took off running and screaming 'pervert'. I mean seriously, their headmaster is a guy.

I didn't even have to try, but I ran and blocked her way, arms spread, so she couldn't get by. Then I realized it. Her eyes. . .

They.

Don't.

Look.

Familiar.

"Don't hurt me!" she said as she dropped to her knees.

"You're not my sister. . ."

"Oh my gosh!" Mom screamed as she ran and tackled the blue-haired girl in a motherly hug. I didn't have a chance to say anything.

"Bulma Briefs?" the girl asked. She opened her innocent brown eyes.

"You do know me? You're my daughter! Please, tell me your name! I'm sorry; I shouldn't have brought you to this stupid academy! Please accept my apologies!"

"My name is Bulla."

Her voice. It's not right.

Is she really Bulla?