Bardock sighed as he took to the air again. His queries in the marketplace had netted him some sympathy over the kidnapping of his son, and the information that flying vehicles were usually used for longer trips and more commonly found around the larger cities. Even if the vehicle didn't come from a city, and didn't bring Goku to the city, it would have to eventually return to a city for maintenance, due to the fact that service stations outside of the major cities were usually only equipped to handle ground vehicles. On Vegeta, almost nobody bothered with flying vehicles due to the fact that all but the weakest and most infirm could fly.
Heading in the direction of the nearest city which went by the moniker of Orange Star City, Bardock silently vowed that he would force his son's kidnappers to survive long enough to suffer before he killed them. While he had absolutely no idea what they looked like, their scents were forever fixed in his memory, and if finding them proved near-impossible despite this, he could always search out the families who had spawned them and hold them hostage until they were forced to give themselves up.
He promised not to kill all life on this backwards little mudball where spaceflight was in its infancy stages, but as soon as he got his hands on his son's kidnappers, they would suffer and they would die. Whether or not their families paid the price for their stupidity as well would depend on how lenient he was feeling after he was done with him. At the moment, he didn't think it would be all that much.
After rocketing along above the road that the citizens of the small town he'd stopped at told him led to Orange Star City for a while, the scattered hamlets became larger towns, and the towns became more densely packed until finally, he came across what passed for a metropolis on this insignificant planet. As he hit the airways above the city which were crammed with flying vehicles, none of which were the one he wanted, he began to plan. Just because he was Saiyan didn't mean he didn't have a brain, and he hadn't been the leader of the most highly requested planet clearing team for nothing.
From the looks of things, finding one flying craft out of potentially over a million of them, considering the fact that this likely wasn't the planet's only major city would be something like trying to find a needle in a stack of needles. That meant, that he was going to have to take another track to flush out his prey. His idea of seeking out their families wasn't an unwarranted one.
How to go about doing it without wasting a significant amount of time though...
As he sat there contemplating his options, an alarm of some sort rang directly below him. Looking down to see if it would be relevant to him and if it would be advisable for him to move, he saw hundreds of children run out of a building and out onto a small green field that was situated in the middle of a densely packed urban area. All of the children were wearing the same outfit. Considering the widely diverse range of clothing he'd spotted so far, this meant that they all belonged to a group. Since the humans he'd encountered so far had all expressed horror at the idea of sending out children to clear planets, it was unlikely that these children were part of a military, which meant that the humans were one of those highly social species who communally educated their children.
Excellent.
Searching every education center on the planet would be unfeasible, but going in and getting a quick sniff would tell him which human tribes lived in the region, and tell him if he was hot or cold when it came to finding the relations of at least one of his son's kidnappers.
By the time this was over, everybody would know why you never messed with a Saiyan.
Mitch sighed in relief as the craft he and his colleagues were in landed on the Capsule Corp. Helipad without incident. Throughout the flight, he'd been imagining the horrors that would befall him and the others in the group should the package's father catch up to him. They were safe however. As he stepped out of the craft he'd been cooped up in for hours, being sure to stay as far away from the boy as possible, he almost felt like kissing the ground. Almost.
Bulma Briefs herself turned up to greet them and bring them their payment, and the boy - if it was a boy and not some monster in human looking skin - had enthusiastically greeted her upon spotting her. The Briefs girl upon whose head the responsibility of caring for the perpetually hungry creature they'd taken and warding off its father now rested greeted the boy almost as happily.
As the team leader worked out the final details of their payment, calling an end to the mission that had gone so well that Mitch couldn't believe their good luck at all, a ditzy looking Milf brought out a massive platter of sandwiches and a robot soon followed bringing a tray with several beer mugs on it. As the group jealously watched, the woman who anyone with half a brain would quickly identify as Bunny Briefs fed the small wild-haired boy they'd been paid to retrieve, helping him wash down the sandwiches he was devouring like a starving hyena with one of the mugs of beer from the tray that the robot who was serving the rest of the group had brought.
"Moooom, he's not old enough for that!" Bulma yelled as the leader took a break in their negotiations in order to grab one of the mugs of cold beer that was being offered.
"That's funny. I could've sworn you told me you were old enough when I found you drinking my Schnapps when you were his age..." the woman said in a completely absent voice which Mitch strongly suspected effectively disguised a mind like a steel trap, considering the number of so-called airheads who'd turned out to be anything but which he'd encountered in the past. One didn't survive long in the household of a warlord if they were completely ornamental after-all.
As the final payment was being made in cash, Renji's phone went off. The city slicker who had started out as a no-account street punk until a judge had sentenced him to a military school which had resulted in a short stint in the military and an even longer career as a mercenary after his term of enlistment had run its course quickly answered it. As the call which was apparently from his ex continued, the man grew paler and paler with each passing moment, and he found himself feeling sympathy for the guy even though he normally hated the other man's guts. Considering the fact that he'd previously laughed off a knife to the gut as if it were nothing, whatever was being said on the other end of the line had to be very, very, bad.
"What is it?" he asked, breaking the silence after Renji had hung up.
"Some stranger came to my daughter's school and kidnapped her." Renji said. "The kids who saw the incident all swear that the man flew in, grabbed her, and flew away."