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August 18th, Age 776

It was night time and Cilan was in a bar waiting to be served. It had been three weeks since he had struck the deal with Bulma, though she couldn't get the materials for the gear he needed. She said it would take some time as she was working on the equipment personally and had to find time between other projects. So with nothing much else to do the saiyan became acclimated with his new home.

Bulma had helped him in establishing his identity; creating birth records, setting up bank accounts, and applying for government issued ID cards; one of which was a drivers license. That was handed back to him by the bartender along with a tumbler filled with amber liquid. Cilan looked over the card, the picture of his face and read the details printed on it:

Name: Cilan S. Mizu

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 185 lbs

DOB: 10-17-754

All the details were correct except the name. Bulma had insisted he have a normal Earth name, when he pointed out that Vegeta didn't, she retorted that no one should be like Vegeta. So with not much creativity he decided on combining the names of his grandfather and her mother's guard to be his alias.

Cilan put the card away and took a sip of the glass. It was bourbon and he was savoring the smoky flavor of it before it burned a trail to his gut. When he had turned 16, the other soldiers felt he was old enough to start drinking alcohol and he took a liking to it. The others preferred beer, his preference was in liquor. He liked how it numbed his senses, and appreciated how it could black a person out. There were times where he just wanted to pass out without having any nightmares, so he would chug a bottle and pass out for hours and remembering nothing.

He was glad he decided to stay on Earth, back in the western galaxy the only types of liquors they had were clear types, much like Vodka. On Earth he was pleased to find that there was much variety to choose from. He settled on bourbon as that had a unique flavor and had high alcohol content. Downing the last of it, he tapped the glass on the bar counter for a refill. While he waited for the bartender to attend to him, he took a look at his surroundings. It was the fifth time he had been in there, as it was better than the other two bars he had visited.

When he had decided to stay on the planet, Bulma had insisted on announcing it to the rest of the group much to his chagrin. After getting positive comments from the group, except from Vegeta, he had asked them if they knew a place to get a drink. Master Roshi and Oolong had suggested a place they go to regularly; thinking nothing of the embarrassed faces of the others, he agreed to go with them. Cilan had later realized why the others were red faced; the old man and the talking pig had taken him to a strip club.

He found out from Krillin later that when his wife, Android 18 moved in, she made the perverts get rid of their porn stash. They had turned to going to gentleman's clubs to get their fix; though the club did have a bar, so he did enjoy the booze he could get. He also didn't mind watching the female dancers perform their acts; it reminded him of the seedier places he and his comrades used to go to. However, it wasn't the type of place he wanted to hang out at often. He was amused later on when he was home and changing out his clothes, to find a cocktail napkin stuffed into his pocket. It was imprinted with red lips and the name of 'Candy' on it with a phone number scribbled below it. Candy was a blonde stripper that Roshi insisted Cilan get a lap dance from. Cilan passed the note onto Roshi, figuring he'd get better use of it.

The next day he had asked again where he could go. Gohan and Videl had told him of a place they usually hung out; which turned out to be a dance club. It had a bar, but Cilan found it was too loud for one to think and the music was grating on his ears. From the looks of it Gohan had the same feeling, but Videl had enjoyed coming to this place which meant he had to tag along. Cilan didn't find that night a complete disappointment; his aloof nature attracted the eye of a few women, he left the bar that night with some phone numbers; though he hadn't called any of them. Still trying to settle down on the planet, he didn't have a pressing need for companionship.

On the very next day Cilan decided to find a bar on his own. The search didn't take too long, as he found a pool hall that had its own bar. It was exactly what he desired, no loud overbearing music, or a place full of horny old men; just a bar, some pool tables, a jukebox, and a television showing whatever sorts game was on. He had been there almost every other night and decided to come here this night after a long day of training. It was around 8 at night and the bar was nearly full, though it was a relaxed atmosphere. He was seated on a bar stool at a quiet corner of the bar just content on enjoying his drink.

Before arriving, he had changed out of his training clothes and into his civilian attire. He was dressed in black denim jeans, a dark blue long sleeve denim dress shirt, with a white muscle shirt beneath. He still wore his black combat boots, and his dog tags were around his neck, hidden by the shirt. The denim shirt was buttoned up, but not tucked in, so as to conceal the hilt of his beam sword that was holstered on his belt. He always felt that he'd be better off having a weapon on him than without.

After the bartender refilled his glass for a sixth time, Cilan noticed the clock on the wall had shown that it was approaching 10 o'clock. He decided to call it a night, he chugged the glass and placed a few Zeni notes on the counter before turning to leave. Tomorrow he had to show up at Capsule Corp. early as Bulma finally said he'd have his gear ready. He was ready to go to work.

As he stepped out into the cool summer night, he began to walk home. There was still too many people around for him to take off, instead he'd walk until there was no one around. As he walked the city streets, his mind turned to the preliminary information he had gathered on Peach Computers.

From scouring various blogs and news reports on the internet he got a picture of the company. They were formed a decade ago and were mostly known for providing computers for schools and universities. There big break came from the new phone they launched. From what he read posted by former employees, the company was very strict on security and preventing any leaks from being made. This made gaining entry difficult, but Cilan liked a good challenge. With what information he gathered about their main headquarters, an idea was forming on how to best break in.

Cilan walked into a deserted park so he could take off for home. Before being able to, he heard a scream in the distance. His instincts kicked in then and he stalked off in the direction of the noise, the beam sword drawn. As he neared the source of the scream, he noticed two figures by a tree. Moving silently as to not make his presence known, he saw that a hooded man was holding a woman against a tree, with a knife pressed to her neck.

Feeling that he wouldn't need the beam sword, the Saiyan deactivated the device and re-holstered it. He crept closer to the two, the woman finally noticed Cilan, but he motioned for her to stay quiet. When he was within arm's reach he grabbed the punk by the shoulder and roughly turned him around. The punk was shocked momentarily before his face was caught in a straight punch to the left eye, knocking him out cold. Cilan held back enough to not kill him, he watched the other man as he fell to the ground making sure he wouldn't get up. He pried the knife from unconscious assailant and looked it over. It was a cheap switchblade, so Cilan snapped the blade in two before dropping it on the ground. He then looked over to the attacked woman.

The woman still stood against the tree, breathing heavily, and with her hand on her neck rubbing where the knife was earlier. The saiyan noted that she was probably a few inches below 6 feet. Her face was pale, her hair was dark and her eyes were green. She was wearing blue sweat pants, white tennis shoes, and a loose white t-shirt. His mind concluded that she was out for a jog. He watched her for a few more moments before he spoke to her.

"You ok?" his voice was gruff. She looked up at him, her eyes were still wide. She stared at him for a few moments before she nodded.

"Call the police," he motioned to the other man. "He'll be out for a while."

The jogger nodded numbly as she looked at her unconscious attacker. Cilan then decided to turn and walk away, but not before adding, "Go jog in the day time. You might not be so lucky next time."

At hearing those words the woman looked up, but was surprised to find her savior had disappeared. She shook her head and ran off to find help. Cilan was up in the air, flying towards an apartment complex.

Much to Bunny's disappointment, he decided to move into his own place instead of staying at Capsule Corp. After looking at numerous houses and apartments, Cilan decided on a two bedroom penthouse apartment in the upper class district of West City. It was expensive compared to the other properties he looked at, but the stipend he received each month easily covered it and for his amenities. It offered him a great view of the city but he chose the apartment for more practical reasons.

The first reason being that it offered him few neighbors for him to interact with; he still preferred being left alone. The second was that the apartment was on the top floor, so he could fly in and out via the balcony discreetly. The other fighters told him how the rest of the planet wasn't aware of how to manipulate their ki, so seeing people flying around would raise questions.

Cilan touched down on the balcony softly, before sliding the glass door open and stepping inside the darkened apartment. He turned on a lamp on a nearby table, illuminating the living room in pale yellow light. The penthouse was already fully furnished so all he needed was to bring along most of his personal items from the ship. On a nearby desk sat a black laptop, it was one of the few things he bought. Opening it up he checked to see if there were any new messages. After seeing nothing important he closed it up and went to the kitchen.

Wanting a quick snack, the saiyan opened one of the doors to his stainless steel refrigerator and pulled out a turkey leg and a bottle of beer. He leaned on the kitchen counter as he tore through the drumstick; it was leftovers of a turkey Bunny made for him the previous day. Tossing the meatless bone into the trash, Cilan uncapped the beer bottle and drained it in a single pull. After tossing the empty bottle away and belching, he made his way to the bedroom.

Inside the sparse room, he placed his wallet and beam sword on the nightstand and deposited his clothes into a hamper. Walking towards the bathroom he glanced at the top of the dresser. On it were the few pictures he kept with him. Some were of his younger years with his mother, and the others were from his time in the GF. Behind the pictures was a frame holding the medals he earned.

After washing up, Cilan laid down on his bed and replayed the events of the day. Within a minute he began to snore.

The following morning Cilan was walking the corridors of Capsule Corp, he was ten minutes early for his 9 o'clock meeting with Bulma. He wore similar clothes that he had on the night before, but had a black backpack slung over his shoulder. Much to his relief Bunny was busy tending to her garden to escort him. As he entered the lab, he found Bulma working at her desk wearing her white lab coat. She looked from her work and greeted her guest.

"Good morning Cilan, you're here early! I'm still finishing up." She motioned him to a seat at an adjacent work bench. "Go sit for a bit."

Taking a seat and setting down his backpack, he waited. Not wanting to just sit and twiddle his thumbs, the saiyan looked over the gadgets on the bench. What he found were random circuit boards, half-built electronics, however his eyes paused at a white circular gadget; it had a green screen with grid lines. Cilan picked it up and activated a button at the top of it. The screen lit up and showed 3 orange dots relative to the devices location; it was the dragon radar.

He had learned about the dragon balls when Goku was going over his fight with Vegeta and Nappa. Learning of the wishes they granted, Cilan was ready to hunt them down. Until Goku had told them of their limitations, guessing what the younger saiyan was thinking and dampening his enthusiasm.

Bulma recognized the activated sound of the radar and looked over at him with it. "You want to find the dragon balls?"

"No," Cilan deactivated the device and set it aside. "There's nothing they can give me," he said flatly.

Bulma frowned, but turned back to her work deciding it was best to drop the issue. The minutes were filled in silence as the blue haired scientist finished her work, while the saiyan tried finding things to occupy his mind. Just when Cilan was about to start counting the holes in the ceiling tiles did Bulma finally announce that she was done.

"Catch Cilan," she tossed him a black band. He caught it easily and looked to see it was a black digital watch. Looking at it for a moment, he looked back at the scientist with a raised eyebrow, "Where's the rest?"

"You're holding it. Now put it on!"

He clasped the watch on his left wrist, and then looked at Bulma expectantly.

"Press the gray button on the side."

Doing so, his body was engulfed in an orange light for a split second, and found himself in his suit. Unlike the Saiyaman suit, or the spandex and armor Vegeta wore, the suit Cilan designed centered on three main pieces. One was an all-black one-piece jumpsuit made of Nomex. It was modeled after the flight suits pilots wear, as they provided lots of pockets to store items, and the Nomex gave it fire resistance and durability which helped in resisting blasts. Back in the GF, Cilan found the flight suit to be the best for combat, as it was one-piece and helped in not getting snagged when he was mobile.

The second piece was the Kevlar tactical vest that covered his torso. It was designed to provide extra protection from explosions and shrapnel, but for Cilan it also provided more protection in close quarters combat as it could absorb punches. For extra protection it was lined with ceramic plating; it was similar to the material Vegeta's armor used, but was stiffer and non-expandable. The vest was lined with holsters and pockets to store items.

His head was covered in a black balaclava, or more commonly known as a ski mask. However, unlike typical ski masks, the balaclava had a hinged face guard that allowed a person to lower the front part to expose the entire face. Using a gloved hand he lowered the face guard to show his face, both hands were covered in black nomex gloves. He looked at Bulma, "Does the balaclava have the built-in throat mic?"

She nodded, "I also added in the earpiece on the side."

Cilan nodded and walked to a mirror Bulma had set-up. With this suit, he nearly looked the same as he did on missions for the GF. The only thing missing was a helmet and a pair of goggles.

"You have the mask and the computer?" Cilan asked over his shoulder. Bulma walked over and back from her desk to retrieve two items. The first was a miniature computer, which consisted of a 4 inch touchscreen display and a metal casing with two straps. It was created from parts cannibalized from her prototype smartphone.

Cilan looked over the computer and strapped it to the underside of his left forearm. Pressing a small button on the side to power on the device, the screen lit up. Instead of a bright white screen, the display had a dark contrast with white lettering, thus reducing glare. He opened a few of the programs such as the GPS to test it out; finding it satisfactory he powered down the device.

"What's the battery life?"

"12 hours of continuous use, or 24 on standby mode on a full charge."

"The camera and radio jammer?" Cilan held out his hand for the mask.

"It'll block any camera within 30 feet at the max setting, and will block any radio signal in the same radius," Bulma hesitated for a moment before she handed it over.

He moved the face guard up against to cover his mouth and nose, leaving only an opening for his eyes, and then he looked over the black mask. It looked like a hockey mask but hand no openings except for two small horizontal slits over the mouth and two small holes for the nostrils. Where there were supposed to be openings for the eyes, was instead a built-in darkened visor. The mask was made out of the same ceramic armor the vest was lined with.

The mask was the final piece of his gear; it was also an original idea of his. In the GF he was issued a helmet with goggles, but he always found the helmet constricting when he went into his super state as his hair grew longer. It also didn't provide much protection to his face. He looked at the mask for a few more moments before he placed it on his face and strapped it tight behind his head then looked at the mirror again.

What starred back at him was an inhuman figure that terrorized the PTO for years. The dark clothing was menacing enough that it terrified the enemy. At one point many of them simply ran away when they heard word he was skulking around on their planet. Even the regular GF troops gave him a wide berth once they saw him despite being a friendly. Looking himself in the mirror he felt like his old self when he was out in the field.

"The visor has the different modes?" Cilan still hadn't looked away from the mirror.

Bulma nodded, "There's a button on the left side of the visor that can toggle between night vision, thermal vision, and x-ray vision. The lens can also lighten up in darkened rooms automatically or darken in bright light. You can also change it via the computer."

Bulma was silently watching him, frowning. A part of her was saying that it was a bad idea to give him an excuse to revert to his old ways and this wasn't helping him adapt to life on Earth. The logical part reminded her that Capsule Corp won't be safe until the person who had been selling her tech was found. Logic won out and she made the equipment he asked for. The suit and the vest were simple enough and so were the gadgets; but she hated the mask.

Even though she made it, it still sent a shiver down her spine on seeing Cilan wear it. It made him look inhuman, like some sort of monster. The only people to wear masks were villains she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and mentally shook her head of those thoughts. Instead she told herself that when this was over she'd get Cilan to open up more. She was beginning to crave a smoke.

"I've also added in the digital zoom and the scanner. But can't you guys use your senses to detect ki?" Bulma asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ki detection is limited to only living things. I can't pick up artificial life forms with my senses. I also can't use them to run analysis on different things."

Bulma had a thoughtful look on her face; she was beginning to realize that this might be the first fighter who appreciated on using technology in battle.

It was then the doors to her lab opened, Bulma and Cilan looked over to see Trunks, Goten, and Gohan walk in.

"Hey mom! I heard Cilan was here…" Trunks began but stopped short when he saw the black figure next to his mom. His mind immediately concluded it was hostile and that he had to protect his mother, so he charged up and flew at it. "Get away from her!"

"Trunks stop!" Bulma stood in her son's way with her arms out. "This is Cilan."

The young boy was floating in mid-air with his leg drawn back ready to deliver a powerful kick; the same kick he gave Majin Buu years back. Trunks blinked a few times before he powered down and landed. He was rubbing the back of his head and began to chuckle.

"Sorry Cilan, didn't recognize you there."

Cilan just nodded and glanced at the other two as they walked up to them. Goten was ready to follow Trunks' lead when Gohan held him back. Trunk had calmed down enough to take a good look at the suit and his eyes widened. He then turned to his mother. "Mom, you made that?"

'Yes dear," Bulma closed her eyes, already knowing where this was going.

"Can you make me one?" Trunks grinned at her.

"No son of mine is going to dress up as some silly ninja," Vegeta had quipped from the back of the lab. As usual he was standing against a wall with his arms crossed, and wearing a black tank top and gray sweat pants. He was in the gravity chamber doing his daily training regime when he felt his son's ki spike and went to investigate. When he entered the lab he got a look at the suit, and gave pause. He could admit that it looked formidable and was more practical than the gi's the other fighters liked to wear into battle.

"Besides Trunks, wouldn't you rather wear a Great Saiyaman costume?" Asked Gohan, he had the day off from university so he decided to come along with Goten to visit Trunks. He recognized the same style watch on Cilans wrist to the one on his wrist with his civilian clothes. His own opinion on the uniform was that it was too intimidating, but was astute enough to see it could work for infiltration.

"No way, Cilans is way cooler looking!"

Gohan crossed his arms, "Oh come on! The Great Saiyaman uniform is the epitome of style. Right Goten?"

His little brother just looked up at him and smiled, nodding his head in agreement. Behind his back he had his fingers crossed. He was still wearing the same orange gi, but was thinking of wearing something else. He thought Cilan's suit was scary looking, which to the little boy made it even better.

"Why does it have to be black?" Gohan wanted to change the subject.

"It blends in better in darkness and it intimidates the enemy. Gets them scared, make mistakes, create openings for an attack." Cilan turned from them and went to the backpack he left on the bench. He opened it up and pulled out his beam sword and the belt and holster for it. Snapping it around his waist he then began to pull out various items from the backpack and laid them out on the table: A black KA-BAR knife, a stainless steel multi-tool, a small black flashlight, garrote wire, zip ties, and 4 stun grenades.

Bulma's eyes bulged at the last item, "Grenades?"

"Flashbangs. Non-lethal. Designed to disorient." Cilan had his mask removed and began placing the grenades on his vest, moving them out of the reach of Goten and Trunks.

"What's with the knife?" Gohan held up the KA-BAR to inspect it.

"A good knife always comes in handy," Cilan was putting away the other items, and then held out his hand for the knife; which Gohan handed back. After placing the knife and sheath on his vest, he put his mask on and walked back to the mirror for a final once over. Flexing his body to get a feel for the additional weight, he pressed the gray button on the watch and stored his suit and was quickly changed back into his normal clothes.

"So what do you think?" Bulma was leaning against her desk with a cigarette in hand.

"Bulma," Cilan began as he zipped up the empty backpack. "You do excellent work."

The blue haired scientist smiled, "Thanks! At least you can appreciate my work; unlike Spiky over there." She looked over at Vegeta and stuck her tongue out. In response he snarled at her.

"Give me a week and I'll have you're the identity of your leak." Cilan slung the backpack and began to walk out of the lab.

"Do you need any help?" Gohan piped up. "I have the next few nights free."

"I work better alone."

"Don't kill anybody!" Bulma had nearly shouted at his retreating back.

"I won't," he said over his shoulder as he stepped through the lab doors. He smirked when he heard Trunks asking Bulma for grenades for his birthday.

August 23rd, Age 776

Cilan stood on the roof of a 20 story office building that stood across from the main headquarters of Peach Computers. It was 2 in the morning and had been perched there for the last hour looking over the other building. He was viewing it with x-ray vision, getting a count of the security personnel and the routine of their patrol.

Unlike the campus layout of Capsule Corp, Peach Computers had a single 40 story building. Their manufacturing plant was located elsewhere, but their main research facilities were at the headquarters. They also stored their data center on site, which was Cilan's main goal. The previous nights he had broken into the department of building and safety, and the offices of the architecture firm that designed the building to acquire copies of the buildings schematics.

Unsurprisingly the government building was abysmally easy to break into, while the private company had put his gear to its paces. The saiyan was pleased to find the gear had worked more than he hoped for. He hadn't heard news of any reports of the breaking and entering at either location; so he was confident about tonight's venture.

From what he had gathered from looking at the schematics, the mainframes for the company were stored in the basement of the building that was about 3 stories below the main lobby. The company kept the servers off the web, which made hacking into them impossible. His only option was to break in and physically connect to them to get the data he needed, which in itself was another problem. Going through the garage was a no go, as the elevators and stairwells there were not connected to the server room. Going through the lobby was also out as there too many security personnel for him to knockout at once. He couldn't kill them, they were just hired security not enemy soldiers.

The only route to take was using the elevator shaft, but the regular passenger elevators were not useful as they ended at 20 floors so he would have to exit the elevator and go through the other and risk attracting attention. However, the service elevator, the one used by the building management was accessible from the top floor to the basement.

He would have to make entry via the roof, which from his observation was not guarded. Observation also showed that the building had 100 guards, two for each floor and 10 in the main lobby and 10 in the underground garage. He was guessing the data center would likely have no more than 5 guards.

Going over the entry in his mind for one final time, he switched off the thermal vision and started the camera jammer function on his mini-computer, then flew up to the roof of the company. Before he landed he saw there was no one on the roof and that the helipad was illuminated but empty. The computer showed there were three active cameras on the roof but were jammed. Touching down softly on the outside of the helipad he quickly made his way to the access door.

It was locked, but he turned the tumblers over with his powers and gained entry. The stairwell was empty so he moved silently down the steps; his soles on his boots were padded with rubber to not make noise as he walked. He found another locked door, but before he unlocked it he turned on the x-ray vision. His vision was filled with a dark blue field and the white monochrome images of the door frame. He looked through the walls and found the skeletal structure of one guard walking the corridor, while the other was in the bathroom. Much to his luck, the guard on patrol was nowhere near the service elevator and he could sneak out without notice.

Doing the same trick again, he slowly opened the door and stepped into the 40th floor silently. Making sure the door didn't slam behind him, he walked slightly crouched towards the elevator. His view was back to normal and his earpiece was tuned into the radio channel of the guards. As he neared the elevator he mentally opened the doors to it and stepped into the shaft and floated down while the doors closed behind him before the sentry walked by.

As he moved down the building there was a 3D image of the building schematic in the upper left corner of his visor showing his location, he was currently passing by the 30th floor. He was listening to the security communications and so far there were some reports of the video cameras showing snow, though their bored tone suggested that they had no concern.

Cilan had contemplated on using one of the stations of a worker to access the files, but he wasn't sure if it could gain all access to the servers. It would also take extra time and he planned on having this done in under an hour. As it was, it had been 3 minutes since he first made entry.

'Half-way now.' The saiyan thought as he landed on the roof the service elevator. The map showed he was at the 20th floor. 'Probably programmed to stay mid-way in the building when not in use.'

He quietly opened the access door to see inside the elevator cab to be sure it was empty. After closing it he looked at the back of the cab and found that the shaft was big enough to have a space for the elevator counterweight to run parallel with the cab. There was enough space for him to crawl down and continue his descent, but the counterweight blocked the path.

Turning his attention back to the cab, he mentally pressed the button for the elevator to go to the top floor. As elevator began to move upwards, he stopped on the metal girder separating the cab and the counterweight. Once it was clear he stepped off into the empty chamber and continued his trek downward. It was then he heard more chatter on the radio.

"The service elevator just opened up on the 40th floor. No passengers inside." A slightly perturbed voice reported.

"Maybe it was a ghost," mocked another guard.

Cilan smirked beneath the mask as he passed the floor of the main lobby. He landed at the floor of the elevator shaft and again activated the x-ray mode on his visor and looked through the elevator doors. To his surprise, he didn't find additional guards posted in the server room.

'Security is focused more on the R&D labs than the data center,' he surmised. However, after his visor returned to normal, his computer indicated there were over two dozen video cameras inside covering every inch of the room.

Before opening the doors, he went over how to plan out his next move. 'Can't use the jammer for long, they'll get suspicious,' was his first thought. He would need to hack into the closed circuit feed and make it so the jamming was a glitch like earlier. Setting the camera jammer to maximum, he slid the elevator doors open and stepped onto the floor.

The room was about the size of a one bedroom apartment and the décor was all white. There were ten black mainframes that were a foot taller than the saiyan. They were organized into two rows, each perpendicular to the other. Unlike the server rooms of the previous places he broke into, there was no avalanche of wires running on the floor and ceiling; instead each server was connected to the ceiling via metal piping.

Moving quickly, he looked over each server until he found the one labeled 'security'. He found an open data port and hooked it into his computer. The machine performed its task on overriding the security protocols. It wasn't moving fast enough for Cilan, as the radio chatter was picking up in his earpiece.

"Video feed from the server room is still cut-off."

"Run a self-diagnostic."

Cilan knew they'd send someone down if the feed didn't return soon. The computer indicated it had breached the security, so he went to work. First order of business was to make the video replay looped footage of the previous hour and then fed it into the live stream. He paused then, listening to the radio to see if his trick worked.

"Server room cameras are back online." One voice commanded, which Cilan guessed to be the main guard. "Jones, put a ticket in with the maintenance crew, the cameras have been acting up all night."

The saiyan disconnected from the server and walked over to another labeled 'R and began the second order of business. From the time line he had gathered from Bulma, she had first come up with the idea of the phone in early spring of last year. Her target launch was supposed to have been in the following year, but the prototype she had shown him was not finished until late in the winter. By then she had found out Peach Computers had submitted patents for the same design a month before. That meant between spring and winter the plans were leaked. Cilan had figured it would have been sometime in the summer as that was when the design for the prototype was finished.

Once the computer had broken into the second server, he went through the notes from the production team of the phone. Most of the early notes showed that the phone the team first designed was more mundane with a keyboard instead of relying on a touchscreen, however one note from the lead designer, Thomas Mitchell, caught his eye:

Date: 9-4-775

I've had an inspiration in a dream last night. The original designs have been discarded, and I've submitted a radical new direction. If the meeting with my supervisors goes smoothly we can begin work immediately. Attached is a copy of my notes for the new phone.

Cilan opened the attachment and saw a near duplicate of the blueprints Bulma showed him before. He began to download copies of the notes and attachments to his computer. It was enough evidence, but he needed to find out who sold out Capsule Corp.

Moving onto the accounting mainframe the saiyan performed the same task of breaking in and began to go through the financial records. He was looking at transactions made within the same time as the new phone design was submitted. Nothing immediately caught his eye until he saw a payout for 100,000 Zeni, authorized two weeks after the note from Mitchell was made. Digging further, it showed the payment was authorized by one Dennis Coleman, which from company records showed to be the Chief Financial Officer. The payment itself was sent to an offshore bank but with no name attached.

Cilan looked further and found a similar transaction made a few months later in the same amount. He downloaded the accounting data and disconnected from the system. He didn't have a name yet, but he was close and had enough evidence for Bulma on proving her designs were stolen.

Then he went back to the security server and tapped into the live video feed of the rest of the building, it showed that the guards were still on normal patrol. His final plan was to erase any trace of him hacking into the system; the computer began the data scrub while the video feed from the server room was still showing the looped footage, it was programmed to return to a live feed in an hour. He set the camera jammer to a lower setting as he wouldn't be seen on camera at the moment. After making sure he left no trace of his presence he went back to the elevators and began to float up to the top floor.

On his way up, he noticed the service elevator was on the lobby floor. He squeezed into the shaft space for the counterweight and cleared the elevator and continued on his way up. When he reached the 40th floor he found a problem. Through his x-ray visor he saw there were two guards now on patrol on the floor; the previous one that was in the bathroom was now stationed by the stairway access to the roof.

Cilan weighed his options. He could go barging in and toss flashbangs to blind the guards and escape, but that would notify the rest of the building he was inside. It would also take too long for the guard to walk somewhere else, so he needed to make the guard to step away from the door. An idea hit him then, he remembered a guard was joking about ghosts earlier. He closed his eyes and concentrated on all the lights on the floor and then he shattered every single one telekinetically. Then he listened to the radio.

"This is Crusher on the 40th floor; we just had all the lights blow out."

"Roger, we're sending up additional personnel."

Cilan had to move fast, the counterweight moved towards the bottom of the building while the cables of the elevator cab were moving up. The additional guards would arrive in minutes. Through the x-ray visor he saw the two guards were outside the elevator talking to each other. His eye caught a glimpse of a waste basket in the corner. With his mind he picked it up and flung it down the hallway on the far side of the floor. The two guards went to investigate the noise and didn't notice the doors of the elevator opening.

Switching to thermal vision, his vision changed from the dark blue and white color scheme to a purple field. The walls and floor were purple, but the wires that fed electricity to the lights still glowed yellow. After he stepped out of the elevator shaft, Cilan looked over to the guards. Under the thermal visor they glowed red and yellow, they had their flashlights trained on the overturned trash can. With the padding on his boots he quietly strode to the roof access door and exited. Once he reached the roof he stayed in the shadows to make sure he was alone. When he was sure the roof was clear he took off for home.

August 27th, 776

Bulma sat in her office listening to a presentation from Cilan on what had uncovered about the leak. Instead of her normal lab clothing, she was wearing a green dress. She was sitting forward in her leather chair with her arms resting on the desk listening with a bored expression. Cilan was going over on the information he found on the R&D notes.

"Cilan, I already know they took my designs, I need to know who sold it to them," Bulma interrupted.

"I was getting to that. Just look at this note and the attached schematic." He handed over a copy of the notes of Thomas Mitchell. Cilan was dressed in the same civilian clothing; he had a manila folder on the desk as he sat opposite of Bulma. His eyes had bags under them as he spent some extra nights on surveillance.

"Ok, so Thomas was the one who copied my blueprints." Bulma looked up at Cilan.

"Note the date," he stated before handing over a printout of the wire transfer. "Two weeks after that note there was this money transfer to an offshore bank, authorized by Peach's CFO."

She looked it over and her eyes widened at the amount. "Who does the account belong to?"

"It's registered to a shell company associated with Peach," Cilan held up a finger before Bulma could interrupt. "However, when I went through the bank's records I found that on the first of each month around $10,000 Zeni in cash is mailed to a post office box in the city. That box is registered to this person." Cilan handed over an 8×4 color photo.

Bulma saw the image of a man with a smiling face, thin glasses, hazel eyes, and slicked back brown hair. Her mind couldn't immediately place the face and looked to Cilan for an answer.

"His name is Bobby Delmint. He's a low level IT guy. My best guess is that he had enough clearance to make copies of your blueprints and sold them to Mitchell."

Her memory began to remember bits of what she knew of this employee. "Why did he do it?"

"My first suspicion was because of a debt," Cilan sat back on his chair. "But his financial records came back clean. I expanded my search into his family when I found the motive." Cilan paused then for effect.

"Go on," Bulma leaned forward.

"Delmint and Mitchell are related," he said nonchalantly. When her face showed surprise, he continued. "Specifically, Mitchell's niece is married to Bobby's cousin. My best guess is that Mitchell found out Bobby worked for you and bribed him to steal any tech to help him on his phone project."

Cilan handed over the manila folder. "If you look over the earlier productions notes of Mitchell, you'll see that his bosses weren't impressed with his first design. So when he found out from Bobby what you were designing, he jumped at it. I also think his bosses knew where he got the design as the CFO authorized that transfer and a second one later."

Bulma skimmed through the contents, her face unreadable. After a minute she placed all the documents into the folder and put it away into her desk drawer. She sat-up and extended a hand towards the saiyan. "Thanks for your help Cilan. I can fire him and my company can be safe."

Cilan didn't make a move, "I wouldn't recommend you do that."

Bulma lowered her arm and raised an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"Because the evidence I gathered was obtained very illegally. So you couldn't use it against Peach Computers or Bobby without opening yourself up to legal trouble."

She sat back down and crossed her arms, her face frowning. "Shit, you're right. So what can I do?"

"I have an idea," when he heard no objection he continued, "We know now who the leak is. We can catch him in the act. I think you should give out another design, one that Peach would like to have. Then I can keep tabs on Bobby until he makes a deal. Then we can confront him about it and make him confess for his earlier actions."

Bulma thought over his idea for a moment before she nodded in agreement, "I have been working on making a smaller processor for my next phone design. I could give it out to my team and wait for him to steal it."

"Right," Cilan began. "I suggested you also call in your chief in IT to explain the situation and that you want Bobby's computer monitored for when he steals the design."

"Are you sure we can trust him?" she was hesitant.

"I've done reconnaissance on him, he's honest." Cilan sat back and watched as Bulma picked up the phone to call in who he suggested.

September 4th, Age 776

It was a sunny Saturday in the downtown area of West City. The lunch hour made the area bustle with foot traffic at many restaurants. At one particular café, on an outside table sat two men talking over lunch. One was young man of average height, with slicked back brown hair, thin glasses that shielded hazel eyes, and a perpetual smile on his face. The other was an older gentleman with thinning dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and weathered face. They were Bobby Delmint, and Thomas Mitchell.

Both men were dressed casually, and were busy discussing local news, until the purpose of their meeting was revealed.

"So what have you got for me now Bobby?" Thomas leaned forward.

"New processor design for a new phone Bulma is working on." Bobby slid a yellow envelope across the table. Thomas opened the packet and glanced at the notes before he pocketed the envelope.

He took a sip of his drink as he looked at Bobby, "She hasn't figured out you sold out the company?"

"Nope," Bobby sat back, his smile bigger. "I've covered my tracks well enough. She still doesn't know how she was beaten by you guys. Now about my payment."

"Same as the last time, but my bosses will have to like what they see."

"Oh they will."

Unknown to both men was that they were being watched from a non-descript building that was across the street from the café. The fifth floor of it was empty except for Cilan, he was wearing his normal clothes. He was at the window manning a camera that was set-up on a tri-pod. It was trained at the table both Thomas and Bobby were seated at. Next to him on a table sat an open black case with foam padding; it held his laptop computer. The computer was hooked up to an external antenna and was running an audio program. The sound coming out of the computer speakers was the conversation between the two men.

After he discovered who the leak was, Cilan had broken into Bobby's home and planted various tiny listening bugs on his personal items, such as his watch and glasses. When Bulma had agreed to the plan, he had been following the IT professional, to see when he would steal the plans and sell them. Cilan wasn't disappointed that the plans were accessed and copied just a day after Bulma revealed them to her team. He looked up the camera eyepiece and smirked. With the video and the recorded conversation, Cilan couldn't wait to see the look on Bobby's face when his little plan would blow up in his face.

September 6th, Age 776

Bobby was walking the halls of Capsule Corp to the office of Bulma. His usual smile was replaced with a worried expression. When he walked in that Monday morning he found an e-mail informing him of a meeting that was scheduled with the company's president. He was wondering if they found out of what he did, but his mind kept reassuring him that it was nothing to worry about. When Bobby entered the outer office, the secretary informed Bulma of his presence. He was waved in moments later.

Bulma's office wasn't a traditional corner office due to the dome shape of the building; however it afforded her a great panoramic view of her compound and the city. She was behind her desk looking through documents when she looked up at him smiling.

Bobby was starting to feel at ease as he stepped through the doorway, until the door closed behind him. He looked over and saw Cilan was hiding behind the door and closed it shut and then engaged the lock on it. He stood against the wall with his arms crossed and gave the IT worker his normal grim expression. Bobby visibly gulped, he didn't know much about Cilan, only that he appeared less than two months ago and worked as Bulma's personal guard.

"Come sit Mr. Delmint," Bulma said softly directing him to the chair in front of her desk.

"What can I do for you Mrs. Briefs?" Bobby sat down fidgeting slightly.

She opened a drawer on her desk and handed Bobby a few photos. When he looked them over, his face was shocked to see they were picture of Thomas and himself at their lunch on Saturday. He looked back up and saw that Bulma's face was now frowning; her blue eyes were cold and piercing.

"You can start by explaining why you're having lunch with the senior designer of a rival company?" Her tone was flat.

"Well… we're related," Bobby began.

"I'm well aware of that," she cut him off. "I also know you gave him a copy of the processor design," she then pulled out a sound recorder and played the conversation he had had with Thomas.

"I also know you're getting 10,000 Zeni a month from an offshore bank account registered to Peach. Money given to you when you sold my phone design to them last year. I have enough here to fire you, and I will."

Bobby's brow was drenched in sweat, "Look, Mrs. Briefs…"

"No, you look," she cut him off again her tone angrier. "You can either confess to everything you've done against my company, or I'll contact the IRS and tell them of the extra money you're getting. Cooperate and you'll only be fired, or you can spend the next few years in prison for tax evasion. So which is it?"

His face fell then, realizing the ramifications of what he'll face. He turned his face back to the door to see if he could escape. He met the grim expression of Cilan, who was standing against the door; he shook his head at Bobby. Turning back to the angry face of Bulma, he closed his eyes and agreed to her terms.

September 10th, Age 776

Harrison's was an upscale restaurant that catered to the business class; it was located in the heart of the financial district. At the moment it was half-empty, as it was still an hour until the lunch time. Seated in a private booth was the president of Peach Computers, Daniel Peterson. Unlike the typical way other executives acted, he always dressed himself in casual clothing in all his meetings, which usually consisted of wearing turtleneck sweaters, jeans and tennis shoes. He kept his brown hair unruly, and sported a 5 o'clock shadow.

He hadn't ordered yet, he was waiting on his impromptu meeting with Bulma Briefs. The blue haired scientist was known as the, 'Ice Queen of Capsule Corp' to the rest of the business community. Behind her friendly smile was a ruthless business woman. So it was with some trepidation when he accepted a request from her to meet on this day.

Bulma had walked in, and was escorted by a maître d' towards the table where Daniel sat. She held her head high and carried a black purse. She was wearing a dark blue blazer, with matching high waist skirt, and yellow blouse. Under the chandelier lights of the restaurant, the pearl earrings and golden necklace she wore sparkled. Her face was made up with light blush and ruby red lipstick.

Trailing behind her was Cilan, keeping watch on the other patrons. Instead of his normal clothes, he was wearing a black business suit with a white long sleeve collared shirt and black tie. His face was grim as usual, but his eyes were hidden by dark sunglasses. He would have completed the professional look if it weren't for the combat boots he still wore. To the other patrons, they weren't sure if he was Bulma's bodyguard or date.

When Daniel's caught sight of Bulma, he sat up and extended his arm in greeting. She shook his hand and exchanged greetings before she sat across from him. Cilan stood off to the side his back to them as he kept watch over the floor. Daniel glanced at him before turning to Bulma.

"A bit too young for you, isn't he?"

Bulma raised her eyebrow until she glanced at Cilan, and then began to laugh. "No, no, no. He's just my bodyguard."

"Would he like to sit down with us?"

"No," Bulma glanced back at Cilan. "He thinks it'll be manlier to just stand around and scowl at everyone."

Cilan rolled his eyes, while Daniel nodded before he changed the subject, "So what prompted today's meeting Mrs. Briefs?"

"Please call me Bulma. I'm glad you agreed to the meeting on short notice."

"When the president of the biggest company on the planet requests a meeting, it's pretty hard to ignore. Is this about some partnership?"

"This is about your new phone."

"Ah, yes." Daniels smiled then, "A great little kit. About 3 million units have been sold so far. I heard you're working on your own type."

She smiled then, "I am, but before I can release it, I need to resolve a little issue with your company."

"What issue?" His smile faltered then.

She opened her purse then, and pulled out a photo and handed it to him. It was the photo of Bobby and Thomas on their meeting nearly a week before. Daniel's recognized the senior designer, and of Bobby Delmint. He contemplated playing dumb, but knew better. "What do you want?"

"Oh just all the patents your company has on the phone, as they rightfully belong to me. I'd also like 10 percent of all gross profit you make on the phone."

Daniel's face stiffened then, "That's ridiculous!"

"Now, now, hear me out. It'll be cheaper for your company in the long run. The alternative would be for me to sue, and with the written confession and evidence Bobby provided, it'll be a slam dunk case and you'll lose billions." She sat back in her chair, "Not to mention the public outrage."

He slumped in his seat, and thought over his options. A moment later he looked back at her, "Fine, I'll agree if you can keep this private."

"Excellent," she grinned at him, before she sat up from her seat. "I'll have my lawyers call your lawyers. If you don't mind, I have to go; you know how busy we presidents can be." She turned and left, Cilan following her.

Bulma had an evil smile on her face as she stepped out of the restaurant. The Ice Queen had struck again.

To be continued.