The boys decide to scout around the area, feeling more than a little bit confused they fly around to try and speak with the locals for more information about what’s going on. Unlike before when there were some Ooonja wandering around, but now not a single one is in sight.

  Goten-”Where did they go? You think it’s a mass bathroom break?”

  Trunks-”Not sure, but we are pretty far out we should make our way back to the ship.” In agreement they fly back the way they came. On the way back Goten sees an Ooonja staring at them from inside one of the faded rock buildings.

  Goten-”Hey can we talk?” He stops and slowly approaches the building. The Ooonja startled, retracts from the open space back inside. Goten makes his way inside, reminiscent of the scene in the alleyway where a group of Ooonja is huddled in the farthest corner. Two of them are the same height as them while the other two barely reach their kneecaps. As they move closer they can see the erratic shaking of their hair.

  Trunks-”Are they afraid of us?”

  Goten-”We’re not here to hurt you I promise,” He holds his hands up in a pcating gesture. “Maybe we can help each other? If you tell me what’s got you so spooked we may be able to do something about it.” The shaking of the Ooonja stops but they make no moves.

  Trunks-”Let's start with introductions, I'm Trunks and this is Goten.” The Ooonja don’t respond immediately, it looks like they are communicating with each other in a way the boys can’t decipher and the transtor is useless without actual sound waves.

  Mannja-”My name is Mannja,” the tallest one says and walks out in front of the others. “I’ll go with you without any trouble, just leave my family alone.”

  Trunks-”There’s no need for the dramatics.”

  Goten-”We’re really just here to help.”

  Mannja-”Off worlders haven’t been kind to us, I don’t know why we should believe you’ll be any different.”

  Goten-”I understand why you’re hesitant but if you give me just a little bit of your trust I promise to do everything I can to help the situation.” He stands taller, voice filled with resolve, and eyes unwavering. Trunks can’t help but be impressed and even Mannja rexes slightly. Goten motions for them to move out of the corner. His family stays put but Mannja moves and stands directly in front of them.

  Mannja-”The people of our pnet have been going missing.” Trunks and Goten guessed as much.

  Trunks-”That’s what I don’t get shouldn’t the SP step in by now surely they know what’s going on.” Mannja and his family bristle at the name.

  Mannja-”Of course they know what’s going on, they're the ones who started the whole thing.”

  Goten-”Wait hold on, the SP are here to help you guys.”

  Mannja-”We didn’t ask for any help! They come to our pnet unannounced, make themselves comfortable and start changing our atmosphere, threatening us if we don’t comply with their rules.”

  Trunks-”So what does kidnapping achieve.”

  Mannja-”Apparently they are using our hair for their armor and weapons forcefully shaving us our hair has many advantages. I think that’s why they’ve been rooting our flowers also.” He walks over to a hole in the ground and picks up a thorn covered flower. “They help us regrow our hair faster than normal.”

  Trunks-”So they basically have an endless supply of armor and weapons and a bunch of missing people.” He says rubbing his face.

  Mannja-”Not necessarily our hair takes a long time to grow back naturally, and they’re gonna run out of flowers eventually, and I believe they don’t have the knowledge to know how to pnt more.”

  Goten-”Have you seen any kidnappings yourself, think you could give us a description?”

  Mannja-”There have been many that came around but the two that are usually around here are a green and orange fellow. We don’t know where they take them, not too many pces to hide around here anyway, not like we could do much to them.” The mound of hair moves closer to the boys stopping just short in front of them. “They took so many of us, if you really are here to help please stop this.” His voice breaks a little but trying to hold himself together.

  Goten-”Don’t worry we’ll promise to find a way to set things right you just leave it to us.” He fshes a great winning smile, and Mannja fully succumbs to the presence of Goten and puts his entire faith in him. The boys give one final wave before they depart. Trunks calls Jaco and reys the entire situation.

  Jaco-”I had a feeling something wasn’t right. You didn’t happen to see any other members of the GP did you?” They both shake their heads. “Fine alright I’m gonna call this in, I want you two to look for the missing Ooonja and possibly my missing comrades, and I'll help out however I can.” Before Jaco can hang up the call Goten calls out to him.

  Goten-”Hey is it true the SP came to this pnet and took over.”

  Jaco-”You don’t really believe that story do you Goten?”

  Goten-”I just want full transparency, I don't want to help a corrupt organization.” The usual bright side of Goten is gone and repced by a chilling demeanor that's deadly serious.

  Jaco-”Ugh we’ll talk about this ter the longer we continue chatting here the longer the Ooonja are in captivity.” He cuts the call immediately afterwards. Trunks helps calm Goten before he explodes.

  Trunks-”He’s right, let's just focus on the missing Ooonja right now.” Goten gives a nod of his head and they both fly off at top speed not trying to waste a single second.

  Somewhere Else

  A ship zooms across the crimson sky. The pilot's entire body is covered by a GP uniform, and music can be heard from his helmet. They come across a huge abyss. The pilot slows the ship and dives inside. The descent is long and shrouded in darkness, but soon enough they break into an illuminated cave. There are things here that didn’t come from the pnet, a ginormous machine almost reaching the ceiling takes a good part of the space inside the cave. Made up of nuts and bolts and moving parts and occasionally it releases steam from its top. A good portion of the rest of the space is taken up by the many cages with the Ooonja inside.

  Pilot-”Coming in for nding” They shout behind their shoulder he sets the ship on the small nding pad next to the metal contraption. Once it’s parked they turn the music up in their helmet and start pying finger drums on the steering wheel. “Gahh” They get smacked in the head.

  Reddoc-”Open the damn door!” He yells, causing a coughing fit from him. The pilot promptly opens the door. Codder trails behind his brother while the Ooonja is the st one to leave, it strides with purpose strolling past its fellow Ooonja in the cages. It stops in front of a cage with a different species inside. Instead it’s a gray skinned man with a single strand of hair atop of his head. He was stripped of his armour and only wears his Gactic Patrol themed Long Johns one piece that dispys his nametag. “Krilt”

  Krilt-”Sannja you need something?” His tone is strong even if a little hollow.

  Sannja-”Some of your pals came and messed up the whole pn. I thought you said you took care of things.”

  Krilt-”I did my part if things went bad on your end, that's just karma making an appearance.” He shrugs his shoulders.

  Sannja-”You seem eerily calm especially considering you know what happens if this fails.” His voice is cold and carries the weight of understanding.

  Krilt-”I did what you asked, there's nothing more for me to do.”

  Sannja-”On the contrary, we might be getting some visitors soon and I want you to be a good little distraction. While me and the guys load up the ship.”

  Krilt-”You’re crazy” He looks towards his former crew ughing and enjoying each others company. Codder sometimes catches his eye and points and ughs at him. His brother joins in on the jeering, but the pilot for his part just stands there. Then he looks towards the Ooonja inside the cages. While they don’t have any visible features he can feel there fear. To be honest he’s a little scared himself but there isn’t much choice for him given the current situation. He looks back towards Sannja and stares at the mass of hair in front of his cell. Then he hangs his head in defeat. “You're crazy." He shakes his head. "As long as you let me do it my way I’m in.” Ooonjas can’t smile but Krilt feels like thats exactly what Sannja is doing right now.

  Above the sinkhole.

  Trunks-”This has got to be what we’re looking for, I'm gonna send Jaco our coordinates. Are you ready to do this bro?”

  Goten-”Lets do this Trunks.” They fist bump then fly down the hole ready to end the kidnapping escapade.