This story was written by my friend and me. She writes from Shira's perspective and I write from Kiyomi's. This fic completely disreguards DBGT and the ages of Bra and Pan may slightly be altered, but only by a year or two. Not completely sure.

Disclaimer: My friend and I do not own Dragonball z. If we did then there would be more Mirai Trunks and all of his long-haired sexiness. But we don't so there isn't.

This chap was kinda short but the next will longer.

Shira

He was shorter than I expected him to be, though I guess it didn't matter how tall he was considering he could blast me into oblivion. Really, once I saw him I realized I should have noticed him before, or at least his power level. Too distracted by Kiyomi's super-hyper personality and A.D.D. to really care about power spikes in the town's population, I guess. Too bad I noticed too late that he was looking right at me.

Kiyomi

Who was that troll-like man staring at Shira? His energy signature is like daddy's was. I'm gonna introduce us.

"Hi, I'm Kiyomi and this is my sister, Shira. Who are you? You live around here?"

I flew over to him, expecting to shake his hand.

"Get the hell away from me!" His voice and expression looked permanently angry.

"Kiyomi," Shira said while pulling me away. "That's the prince of all saiyans. Dad told us this. Remember?" She said that last word with a smack to my arm.

I didn't think princes' were short, but I figured I better take Shira's word for it.

"Who are you? Speak now or face my galic gun!"

"Whoa, calm down Vegeta-sama." Shira said. "I'm Shira and this is my sister, Kiyomi. You'll have to excuse her—Kiyomi's not very bright sometimes. Anyway we're half-human and half-saiyan."

"Right," Vegeta snorted. "And just where do you get your saiyan heritage from?" He didn't look like he believed Shira. Why?

Aww…he looks adorable when he's disbelieving us.

"From our father. Amotto. He found out about Frieza blowing up planet Vegeta before Frieza had the chance to do it. Barely escaped with his life." I saw a brief flicker of understanding flicker in his eyes as my sister explained. "When he escaped he found this quaint little planet and got together with our mother. He had us at age 101 and just recently passed away about 2 years ago. Quite an early death for a saiyan, but it's not his fault. Our mother found him cheating and killed him.

Vegeta nodded. "I knew your father. He was one of the royal family's best personal warriors." He smirked. "How did your mother kill a saiyan warrior?"

"Well, we don't really like to talk about it, but what happened was…"

I wasn't really listening anymore. I was thinking about his adorableness as his cute, evil smirk grew more and more pronounced. He looked like a teddy bear in the style of a troll doll.

As Shira explained caught words like "hot coffee" and "beat with a fire extinguisher". But I was still really marveling in the short prince's unusual looks.

"…and that's how she did it." Shira finished.

Vegeta furrowed his brow, deep in thought, and then turned to glare at me with a sour expression that made him even more adorable. "What are you staring at?"

"Seriously, Kiyomi, you weren't blinking." Shira added.

"Oh, I just love your hair. It's so pointy and fluffy. Have you ever tried using it as a sweeper or a broom?" I asked, eager for an answer.

"For Kami's sake," Vegeta muttered to himself. "It's a female Kakorot. It's bad enough that he's around. Now there's another one?"

Shira grabbed me by my shoulder and jerked me towards her, maybe leaving a bruise. What did I do?

"Ow, Shira, what is your problem?" I demanded.

"Kiyomi, if you don't shut up I will wrap you in discipline tape from head to toe." She threatened.

I stuck my tongue out at her like a child before looking curiously at Vegeta.

Suddenly, I heard Simple Plan's song "Shut Up" playing right before Vegeta pulled a small, black cell phone from his pocket.

Without bothering to look at the caller ID, he flipped it open, hit talk, and pressed it to his ear.

"What do you want woman?"

I watched his expressions as he talked.

He chuckled. "Well, tell Bra she killed it she eats it." He had on that fascinating smirk. "Raw." He added.

He listened for a moment.

"So? I had eaten all kinds of dead meat by the time I was 9. What's one little earth squirrel?"

He huffed out a breath.

"Fine…but keep that squirrel. I have plans for Bra…No, I most certainly am not wrapped around her finger...Whatever...Is Trunks there now...Why? Because I had an idea." He appraised Shira for a short second. "No, unfortunately, this is the sort of thing you would... " He grimaced. "Goodbye, woman." He shouted angrily, before snapping the phone shut.

"You," He said, pointing a finger at Shira. "Follow me." He pointed at me then. "And you get lost."

And with that he took off into the sky. Shira shrugged her shoulders and followed after him.

Not wanting to be left behind by my sister and the adorable troll-man, I followed after them.

I caught up easily. Shira was stronger, but I was faster.

I love flying. I love the wind in my hair and the occasional bird that crashes into me.

Ooooo, geese! I wanted to fly in formation with them, but the flock looked fairly big without me. Shira doesn't like to fly with the geese. Why was that? Was she just anti-goose?

Thinking of Shira brought her and Vegeta to my mind again. How should I act around him? Should I bow? No, only ugly princes' want you to bow.

As we got closer to our destination three power levels caught my attention. Two were smaller, but still way stronger than a human's, and the other one seemed about as strong as Vegeta's.

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