WISHES ARE NO GOOD
BY: LADY QUEEN
Trunks stared at the ground. "It should be right here," said the young saiyan prince. He looked around but couldn't find what he came for.
Son Goten landed on the sand. "Maybe it's buried," he said as he looked up at his best friend still hovering above. "The Radar says its here and it's always right. Plus this is a sandy area. The wind might have blown sand over top of it." Goten bend over and started to dig much like a dog would. A cloud of sand soon surrounded the miniature Goku. Trunks looked away for fear the sand would hit him in the eyes. "I've got it! I got the last dragonball!"
"Are you sure?"
Goten flew inches in front of Trunks as the sand settled. "See, it's right here. The last dragonball. Dragonball Number Seven." Goten gave Trunks the dragonball and watch the son of Vegeta put it in the bag they had brought with them. The bag was now full or was as full as it was going to get. The seven dragonballs were the only thing in there. "Come on! Lets make a wish." Goten tilted his head to the side. "What are we going to wish for?"
Trunks thought about that for a while. When he first got the idea to collect the dragonballs it was a year ago. It took him a year just to get Bulma and ChiChi to let them go out by themselves for a whole week. A whole week by themselves with no parents bossing them around. A whole week to collect the dragonballs. Of course they still had to hide their ki from their fathers and brother. Didn't want anyone to notice where they were, now do they? If they knew what the two boys where doing, they'll kill them. That's why they were hoping to make the wishes quick before Goku and/or Vegeta finds out what they did. Still, knowing that, they wanted to make a wish. But what to wish for?
"Could we wish that my dad never die again?"
Trunks came out of his thoughts and looked at the half saiyan. If they could, should they wish for that? No, they could, he thought after a while. "If Goku can't die then he would live on forever. I would think he wouldn't like that. You, Gohan, Pan, Videl, and your mom will all die but he would still be living. I think he would want to be dead with them."
"You're right. He wouldn't like it one bit. What do you think we should wish for?"
"Well it should be for our dads. They always have to fight the bad guys. I think they should get a reward. Don't ya think, Goten?" Trunks looked through his lavender hair at his younger friend.
Goten's face brighten. "That's a great idea!" Then his face fell. "But what would make both of our dads happy? My dad is very easy but ours won't. All Vegeta wants to do is to kill my dad. That would make him happy. But we can't do that."
Trunks thought about that. An idea suddenly struck him. He smacked his forehead. "Why didn't I think of it before? I got the perfect wish!" Trunks quickly told the youngest son of Goku the perfect wish to make both of their dads happy.
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"What the hell?" yelled Vegeta as both him and Goku turn to look up at the sudden darken sky. Vegeta had gotten bored sitting at home without Trunks there for him to yell at. Or to place the blame on. Most often Vegeta could get away with anything if he blamed his son. Bulma wouldn't really punish Trunks. She would of course send him to his room for little while where the little prince would think up ways to get him back. Later at night Bulma would ask him if it was his doing and some how pull the truth out of him. Trunks would get a treat the next day for getting punish for doing nothing.
Goku looked at the sky. He was still in mid kick, ready to kick Vegeta. He stopped when he heard Vegeta yelled. That's when he noticed the sky. He hadn't notice when it got dark, which showed he was more into the fight then Vegeta. The Saiyan Prince probably was worried about his son. It wasn't like he wasn't worried. Of course he would be. Goten was his son after all. If he was in trouble, he could have sense it and teleport to him. "It looks like someone's making a wish with the dragonballs," Goku said as he put his leg down.
"I knew that," Vegeta barked. "But who? Not many knows about the dragonballs and the ones who do are all here somewhere."
Goku scratch his head in confusion. "Maybe someone else knows?"
"Or maybe it's the kids?"
"Trunks and Goten? No way, they wouldn't do anything like that! They went camping for a week. They couldn't have time to collect the dragonballs."
"You idiot! They probably plan the trip so that they could find the dragonballs in the week without any of us knowing." Vegeta took off in the direction he sensed the Dragon with Goku soon following. Since they knew they couldn't follow their son's ki to find the two boys and they weren't hundred percent sure if it was the boys' making the wish it was the only thing they could do.
"Your wish is granted!" boomed a deep voice as the seven dragonballs shot off in different directions and the sky turn back to the sunny day. The giant Dragon disappeared never to be seen again until someone else collects the dragonballs to reawaken the Dragon from its eternal sleep.
Trunks and Goten both jump when they felt familiar hands on each of their shoulders. Both looked over their shoulders and saw their fathers. "Da-dad? What are you doing here?" stammered Trunks.
"What are you guys doing?" Goku asked gently. He didn't want Vegeta to yell at the kids. They might not tell them what they had wished for. And what would a thirteen-year-old boy and a twelve-year-old boy wish for? Goku was curious to know.
"We, uh, made a wish. Heh, ya see, we found the dragonballs using Bulma's radar." Goten looked up at his father pleading for him not to be mad. "Me and Trunks wanted to make a wish forever. And this was our chance."
"What did you wish for?"
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Bulma paused making dinner. Bra looked up curious at her mother. Then she noticed the sky. "Mommy, where did the sun go?"
"It's still there, sweetheart. But I think someone is using the dragonballs."
"The ones that grants wishes?" asked the four-year-old.
"The very same. I wonder who is making a wish? Vegeta and Goku will surely know. We just have to wait until they get back.
"Okay." Bra went back to helping her mother make dinner. A minute later Bra sighed. "I miss Trunks."
"I do too, sweetheart. Tonight Trunks comes home."
"I want to tell him every thing that happened since he was gone. And I want to tell him I help made dinner when he's eating it." Bra giggled as she pictured her brother spitting the food all over Daddy. Then Daddy yelling at Trunks. Bra stir the soup some more. Something dropped into it. Bra saw one of the many bracelets she was wearing was gone. "Oops." Bra peeked into the soup hoping to see it as she stir. She couldn't. Bra stir it faster and started to hum looking everywhere but the soup, hoping against hope her mother didn't know anything.
Bulma heard Bra uttered 'oops' and turned an eye on her. It didn't appeared as if she did something wrong. She turned back to the cooking book to make sure she had the right measurements. Casually Bulma heard Bra said oops. After the twentieth time Bulma turn to look at her daughter. "Why are you saying 'oops'?"
Bra turns to her mother. "I didn't do anything."
Bulma grabbed her hands. "What happened to the bracelets you were playing with earlier?"
Bra quickly pulled her hands out of Bulma's reach and behind her back. "What bracelets?"
"The ones you had one when you played dress up with mine and Mama's things. I remembered telling you can keep them on after you asked. Now where are they?" Bulma tried to look stern but it was hard. Bra liked too cute wear her high heels, one of Mama's loose dress, like a million necklaces and rings, and make-up Mama helped put on. Bulma remember she also had a ton of bracelets on too. Now those were gone.
"Oh, those bracelets! Our dog took them."
"We don't have a dog."
"I mean, a bird flew the window and thought they were food and took them."
"Really? They must have some powers to fly into a close window."
Bra nodded. "Yep, they do. They told me so." Bra turns back to stirring the soup. Bulma peeked over her shoulder and noticed a couple of beads. She reached her hand into the soup and pulled the beads out. It was a bracelet. One of the ones that a talking bird with powers had taken. "Bra want is this?"
"A bead bracelet?"
"Bra you dropped all of the them in the soup?"
"I didn't mean too. The just fell off."
Bulma didn't know how many bracelets were in the soup and how many they could get out. So she turns to her daughter. "Don't tell no one what's in here. Got that?" Bulma watch her nod before she went back to cooking.
AN: Okay, I promised myself I wouldn't put this story up just yet. I wanted to finish writing it but since I'm--hopefully--almost done with this story, I decided to put this up on ff.net. I'll try to put the next chapter up either in a couple of days or next week, probably depends on how many review I get. I hope you all like this story so far and you review to tell me so. *HINT HINT* If you are reading my Mind Games and my Lady Bridgerton fics, I so sorry that I haven't updated yet. My muse has been working on this story and that of my HP fic. Hopefully I will start writing on them this weekend since I don't have school on Monday and Tuesday. Well see ya! ^@^ ---Piggy
P.S. I saw some minor editing problems and decided to fix them up. Sometimes minor things like that bugs me so much I have to go and fix it. ^_^