Different Perspective

THIRSDAY PT 1

WARNING- The third scene of this chapter contains sexual harassment and attempted sexual abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

THURSDAY PT 1

Trunks woke up feeling exhausted and strange.  He didn't think much of it, though, because he had stayed up late the night before working on something. He was still groggy after taking a shower, and Pan's uniform was extra tight for some reason. Why was her body so bloated?

Grumbling, Trunks walked down the stairs and into his mother's lab. He wasn't surprised to see that she was already up and tinkering with something.

"Mom," Trunks muttered his tired greeting.

"Morning," Bulma chirped back. "Look-" she motioned to the table beside her where the ray was setting. It was torn apart. "All I need now is the new part for it, which will be arriving tomorrow. Then I'll just have to put it together."

"That's great," Trunks' lips twitched. His mother's inventions were wild sometimes, but he was always proud of her and what she could accomplish. She was a genius for a reason. "I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hm?" She called as she focused on typing something on her computer.

Trunks took a flash drive out of his pocket and slid it onto the desk beside Bulma's keyboard. "Before lunch, can you take this to the police? And if possible, can you go with them to the school and keep the teachers and principal busy until the lunch break is over?"

Bulma stopped her typing, and she glanced at the flash drive before looking up at Trunks over her red horn-rimmed glasses. "Is this what you used CC's spyware for yesterday?"

Trunks huffed and crossed his arms. "Of course, you know about that."

"Of course I do," Bulma agreed. She leaned back in her chair and kept his gaze. "Only a select few can access the spyware. I have it set up to be notified anytime someone logs in. So, what is it?" She eyed the flash drive. "It's obviously something that will get someone into trouble."

"There's this guy at school," Trunks began. "He's a major asshole. I've seen him bully kids all week. I was just trying to find something to put him into place, but I uncovered a shit ton more than I expected to," he said honestly. "He's been doing illegal drug sells and buys. He's also related to a lot of the petty thieving that's been going on. The proof is all in there-" he motioned towards the flash drive. "And too, there's-" he let out a heavy sigh. "There's a lot of disturbing texts and videos of girls."

There seemed to be only videos of the girls he managed to force into doing it with him. Trunks felt sick when he found them, and his determination to watch Matsu burn grew tenfold.

Bulma's eyes were wide. "Why are you wanting me to wait until noon and keep the teachers distracted? He should-"

"I want him to see just how much he should be scared of Pan," Trunks said quietly. "I don't want him ever bothering her again, so I need to make sure that no teachers will be around."

Bulma let out a small gasp. "Pan- is she- is she one of the girls?" She whispered in a small voice.

"No," Trunks said. He had been relieved to see that, but he knew if Matsu had his way, there would be videos of Pan. And Trunks refused to allow that.

Bulma let out a sigh and reached over to pick up the flash drive. She put it in her vest pocket and glanced up at Trunks. "How late did you stay up to do this?"

Trunks shrugged. He had stopped looking at the clock after 3. "I'll be alright; I'll grab an energy drink from the fridge."

Bulla stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Get something in your stomach, too."