The time I was fused with my cat and sent into the Dragon Ball world

Heeter Troubles

Easily slapping a blast away from Macareni, I close the gap and gut punch him, putting him unconscious as Merus restrains the other two of the gang. Using my ki to make rails so the train doesn't fall, I feel the train pass over the construct rails. Satisfied, I let the construct disappear and take the Macareni Gang with Merus to the Galactic Patrol Prison.

Galactic Patrol Prison.

I stare calmly at the Macareni Gang in their cells, knowing I'll get the information I need from them. "Start talking. Who hired you to take the Skygold from that train? If you're kind enough to be honest, I'll consider putting you into the rehabilitation program." I question in offering of rehabilitation, being genuine about my intentions. While the other two don't give in, Macareni, seemingly the one with the weakest will, looks at me with a small bit of anger.
"You think we'd tell you? None of us are going to snitch out the Heeters!" Macareni defiantly shouts, then stops talking as he realises what he just did. He let his anger get the best of him and just told me who hired his gang.
"The Heeters, hm? I'll have to pay a visit to the Heeters. They're an annoying group to track, but it'll be fine with the help of our newest patrolman." I respond in open thought, looking at the man next to me. Granola. How is he here? Well, we'd have to go back to talk about that, so here's a brief explanation. After Namek, he wanted to find me for answers on what the Saiyans did that day decades ago, so he gathered the Cerelean Dragon Balls after searching for them for the next 2 years. He joined after the battle against The Galactic Crushers, about 2 weeks after. I've taught him everything I know and told him the truth, and I plan to get him introduced to Goku and Vegeta when they're more developed as characters. Back in the present, I nod at him. "I'll go with you, Granola. We have an arrest warrant on the Heeters anyway, so we can get them done in." Granola smiles.
"Thank you, working here and under you has worked out my anger well, but I know I can't fully let go just yet." He replies with an overall relaxed demeanour, but I can tell he's still angry. We walk away from the Macareni Gang, going to the ships to confront the Heeters.

Heeter Castle, West Galaxy.

The Heeters go into full panic mode, realising the Galactic Patrol is onto them through Granola. He knows their hidden locations and their goals, and he's stronger. With them having no knowledge of me coming too, they plan for fighting only Granola. Suddenly, two Galactic Patrol ships come blasting into the castle through the Hangar Bay, energy nets flying out of the sides as per my special adjusting of the ship I use, making it unique. I also gave Granola the same adjustments, so we're unpredictable. There's chaos and explosions, then silence. Elec becomes concerned, waiting. There's no noise.

Suddenly, Gas falls to the floor, unconscious and bound to a net, a marker on his cheek with the insignia of the Galactic Patrol. Oil and Maki go down the same way. Elec remains on his throne, gun now in hand. A blur of blue crosses his vision, and his gun is disarmed. He's now marked as well, just as the others are. A net fires from the vent, restraining him. I appear in the room with instant transmission, calm as Granola flies out from the vent, landing with an equally calm expression.
"Damn it, Granola! We saved you, and this is how you treat us?!" Elec questions in anger, defiant. Granola doesn't break, knowing to not give in to rage.
"I know the truth, Elec. You killed my mother. Bardock saved me that day, not you and the Heeters. Child Grooming, Murder, and Piracy. You're under arrest." Granola responds in a calm yet cold tone.

Galactic Patrol Prison.

Me and Granola give respectful bows to the Galactic King as he arrives, coming to talk with us personally.
"You've both done exceptionally well, so I believe you're both ready to go further than Galactic Patrolmen. By my will, for your good deeds and heroics in dealing justice to those who harm others with malicious intent, you are both Elite Galactic Patrolmen from this day forth. Your missions will be much harder going forward, but may you serve this universe well." The Galactic King regards us, giving his own respectful bow. Granola's past wounds has been healed. I'm working to heal this universe. Despite my own origins being well known now, I stand today as a hero. I'm satisfied with my life. I'm happy here. 6 months go by. Me and my family are happy, and I'm protecting the universe. I get a new mission, one of extreme challenge. A nice change of pace from busting drug rings and arresting remnants of the Frieza Force. Zangya has completed rehab and joined the Galactic Patrol, too, so she'll be coming with me and Granola on this mission. A dark sphere has been spotted above Planet Kachikachi, a world of pure Kachintite. The small population living there is dead from an ominous gas, and the metal is being harvested. Putting on our gas masks, myself, Zangya, and Granola set off for the coming battle.

The Galactic Patrol Agent Arc continues on, a new battle beginning:

The Cat and the Tuffle! Myself against Hatchiyack!