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Capsule Corporation had never in all it's golden reign seen such chaos and turmoil. Never before had the female staff feared for their lives in the work place. Secretaries were dropping like flies and the suspected mastermind was the President himself.

Trunks had been incarcerated despite the continued killings. He was held for resisting arrest though the real reason was everyone was convinced he had hired thugs carrying out his evil plot. It didn't help that the police chief was on a holy crusade proclaiming the rich were not above the law. So, for the sake of women everywhere, he was being held until evidence was discovered which proved his innocence.

The only real good piece of good news was the stock wasn't falling.

By default, the reins of the company had fallen into Zarah Briefs' hands. Bra had wanted no part in the running of the building preferring to do what she did best, invent. So it was reluctantly, since Zarah was an inventor himself, he took control.

His first order of business was to call in his twin sister Sasoli, the company's own personal spy. For if anyone could clear their cousin's name, it was her. The Briefs had lost all faith in the police department since the Great Saiyaman decade.

Zarah rubbed his forehead, physically trying to smooth his problems away and when that didn't work, he pouted to his mate, Pan.

"Don't give me that look," she was very tempted to smash his blue-eyed spiky haired head. "If you didn't want to paperwork than you never should have agreed to take the job."

Pan rolled her eyes he turned his back on her and pretended she didn't exist. It was times like this she wondered why she had ever married the saiyan-android hybrid. What had Vegeta's twin sister smoked the day she 'mated' 17. If Zarah took any more after his father Pan would be forced to kill herself. Honestly, could they get anymore juvenile?

"I don't see why I ever tricked you into marrying me the saiyan way," Zarah turned to glare at her.

Pan smiled smugly at him. "You couldn't resist my womanly charms and you know it."

"More like your flying fist," Zarah grinned then returned to his pout. "Where's Sasoli? She should be here by now."

"Stop whining," Pan snapped, "Shouldn't Bra be helping you with the paper work?"

He snorted.

"I'll take that as a no. What about my Uncle Goten? He's been working here for a couple of months now."

"As a delivery boy," Zarah shook his head in the negative. "Besides, Bra and Goten are too busy planning their marriage to care about paperwork."

Pan felt herself soften as he finally stopped pouting and just looked miserable. "What about Maron? She's your secretary, isn't she?"

"She's in protective custody," Zarah glared at the never-ending pile of paperwork. "You know, since, she was Trunks' girlfriend."

"And she just let them?" Pan was perplexed, she couldn't picture the daughter of 18 just sitting in the background.

"No," a brief smile, "She'll be in later when she loses them. She said she would fly in if she had to."

"There's the Maron we know and love," Pan smirked.

The door slammed open and a spiky haired blue-eyed female slid into room dramatically.

Pan and Zarah blinked at her.

"I have returned and now all of your problems are over." She announced.

"Sasoli, you're being overdramatic again," Zarah abandoned his seat to hug his sister. "Thank god you're here."

"Zarah," Sasoli's eyes were wide with surprise, "Your hugging me."

"Oh," his face flushed as he hurriedly released her, "Um . . . I . . ."

"It's fine," Sasoli smiled, "I know Pan has corrupted you. We'll spar later."

"Excuse me?" Pan was miffed.

"Pan," Zarah placed a hand on her arm to hold back her anger, "We always spar when she returns from abroad."

"But-"

"Peace Pan," Sasoli raised her hands in surrender, "I did not mean it badly."

Pan shrugged and let it go. She would never understand her sister-in-law, for out of all of them, Sasoli was the only one trained since birth to be everything a female saiyan could be by her mother, Ava. It was no wonder she was the best spy to have ever lived, even if she was only known to them.

"Anyway, I've come to get Trunks cleared and out of jail." Sasoli executed a military salute.

"What?" Zarah was completely puzzled, "I called you in to help me with paperwork."

It was Sasoli's turn to blink. "What?"

"I am now the President of Capsule Corp. and I-"

"You called me to help with paperwork?!"

"Sasoli-"

"I don't do paperwork," Sasoli was outraged, "I thought you called me to free Trunks!"

Zarah and Pan glanced at each other. If Sasoli did find the real murderer and Trunks was released than he would have to do the paperwork.

"Of course I did," Zarah conceded and Pan nodded in agreement.

Sasoli narrowed her eyes at him but allowed her body to relax.

"But will you help me with the paperwork?" Zarah made his eyes as big and liquid as he could.

Sasoli's glare softened, hardened, and softened again. "Why can't Pan do it?"

"I am busy with school," was her quick answer.

"Fine," Sasoli snapped, "When I have time."

"I owe you," Zarah sighed out when the phone rang. "Hello . . . what? That can't be right . . . All right, thank you. . . bye."

"What's wrong?" Pan crossed her arms.

"The press managed to corner Maron," Zarah turned on the TV on the far wall.

Maron appeared on the screen, coldly composed and undoubtedly furious.

"Is it true that you are the girlfriend of Trunks Briefs?"

"Are you afraid for your life?"

"Have you had sexual intercourse with the accused?"

"Has he threatened you?"

"Are you mute?"

The TV suddenly flickered and the picture turned to snow.

"Uncle Vegeta," Zarah's eyes were unfocused as he tried to make sense of what he was feeling.

"He must have taken out the cameras," Sasoli had the same expression, "He's clearing the way for her."

"She must be pissed," Pan smirked, "She hates being rescued."

"Yes," Sasoli's eyes focused suddenly on her brother, "Zarah, have the police taken a statement?"

"No," Zarah shook his head.

"What do you mean, no? How did they get their material witness if they haven't investigated the building?" She demanded. "Who was it, anyway?"

"Trunks' secretary, Shelly, went to the police all by her lonesome." Zarah's gaze hardened, "I hate secretaries."

"How come they haven't been here confiscating his stuff?" Sasoli started to make a mental log.

"Because I contacted our lawyers," Zarah sneered, "They'll get a warrant eventually but not without a lot of red tape."

"Yes, as President, Trunks handled every area of the company." Sasoli wind was whirling, "They could use this as an excuse to shut down the company."

"Over my dead body." Zarah stated grimly.

"We have to make a deal with them," Sasoli tapped a finger against her lips. "I will supervise their investigation here."

"What makes you think, they'll allow that?" Pan lifted a brow.

"Because I am head of security," Sasoli gave them a hard glare, "You will follow my lead in this if you want Trunks back."

"We were just waiting for you to get here," Zarah snorted.

"Good," Sasoli clapped her hands together once. "Zarah set up a meeting with the lead detective tomorrow. I'll introduce myself and later hack into their database to see exactly what they have on Trunks."

"Why tomorrow?" Zarah lifted a brow, "The way they've been chomping at the bit, they'd be here in a second."

"I want to investigate in a more unofficial manner first," Sasoli winked at them and stretched.

"Isn't it a little early to be hittin' the clubs?" Pan asked.

"Yeah, but it's never to early to pump some badies for information." Sasoli grinned as she slipped out of the room.

"Wait," Zarah dashed out the door, "What about the paperwork? Damn it! She's gone."

"Is she?" Pan stuck her head out of the door.

"How did she disappear so fast?" He pouted.

"She's probably in the vents again," Pan laughed as she remembered the first time she met Sasoli. She had just had a run in with Zarah and found out he had more saiyan blood than she did. Her sister-in-law had decided to hell with nature, she was going to get them together now.

Pan had hated her for awhile but now . . .

"Pan," arms came around her waist, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she smiled into his light blue eyes, "Sasoli's going to fix everything."

"It's her gift," Zarah wrapped his tail around her waist as well. "Mother always said so. Dad agreed."

"Oh," Pan leaned back into him, "What'd they say yours was?"

"Depends who you ask," he chuckled into her ear.

"Your mom's something else, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, saiyan royalty and all that."

"Doesn't Bra outrank you?" Pan hid her smile as he stiffened.

"You know she does, Pan, she outranks you too."

"I didn't think of it like that," she frowned, not liking the sound of it.

He just laughed and let her go. "Get out of my new office, Pan, I have work to do. Unless, of course, you want to help me?"

Pan just smiled cheekily at him as she waved good-bye.

"All right," Zarah exhaled as he went back to the desk of torture, "Back to work."

End of Chapter One

AN: Oh boy, here we go again. Review and let me know what you think. Michelle