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Sold! : Chapter 1: Lethal

Goku was in the comfort of his home when his wife burst in the room. She looked ecstatic, but what puzzled Goku is why? She was never this happy. Maybe she discovered the joys of training? What ever it was, it was making her glow like a candle. He had to admit it though, she always did look more stunning with a smile instead of a scowl on her face.

"Goku... can I talk to you in the kitchen?" Chi-Chi sang. Okay, now this was getting a bit scary. Goku knew that this only meant trouble for him. Goku nodded and arose from his seat.

"Goten, come here," she called. Goku widened his eyes, now he knew that the next thing that came out of that woman's mouth was going to cut into his training, this wasn't good.

"Hold on mom!" Goten replied. Chi-Chi's happy smile turned upside down.

"Now Goten!" she barked. There was the Chi-Chi they knew. Goten quickly ran out of his room, almost tripping in the process of doing so. Chi-Chi crossed her arms and a smirk was placed upon her lips. Goku scratched his head and frowned, what was going on?

When both the son and the father were in the kitchen, Chi-Chi sat down slowly, as if pondering her thoughts at the moment. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"As both of you know, money in this house is scarce. This is due to the lack of work that we produce. And by 'we' I mean your father," Chi-Chi sighed. Goten frowned and looked to the side. Goku, on the other hand, smiled and scratched his head more. Chi-Chi continued, "But, an auction is going to be held. All volunteers will receive fifty percent of the money they gain."

"Wait a second mom... what do you mean 'of what they gain'?" Goten questioned raising his eyebrows. Chi-Chi clasped her hands and smiled.

"The auction is for men... well men are the auction to put it bluntly," she chuckled. "All women who won a man get to spend an entire day with them."

Goku didn't know what was going on. What in the heck was an auction? Goten's mouth opened in horror.

"Wait! So you're going to let women bid on your husband? You do realize that they have him for the entire night!" Goten ranted, " And what about me!? Did you even consider my feelings on this situation?"

"I did, but then I realized, you're over eighteen and still living in this house, you don't have to work tomorrow or the day after that, so guess what you're doing tomorrow night!?" Chi-Chi laughed. "And as for your father... well it's just a date, and besides, he won't let them touch him, will you Goku?" Chi-Chi questioned turning her attention to her confused husband.

Goku sighed and shrugged. "Um, tomorrow?" was the only thing that came out of his mouth. Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. Goten was still furious about the whole situation.

"Where did you even get this idea from?" Goten queried crossing his arms.

"Well," Chi-Chi began.

Flashback! 5 hours earlier...

Chi-Chi was enjoying a rare day out with her long time friend Bulma Briefs. They were sitting on a patio of a very lovely restaurant, sipping espresso. Bulma noticed the distant expression on her friend's face and frowned.

"What's up Cheech," she asked kindly. Chi-Chi sighed and placed her head in her hands.

"Oh Bulma. Everything is just awful. I wish that Goku would listen to me for once and just start working instead of going off training. I swear sometimes I just want to-"

"Honey, you don't need to explain, I get it. It's the same with Vegeta. He is such a snob, all he ever seems to do is train! What are we going to do with these men? Why can't they do something productive that isn't for themselves?" Bulma asked, she knew that no one would be able to answer her.

While the women were thinking low of their husbands, a middle aged woman approached them with a flier. It portrayed a man, most likely in his mid twenties. The man wore a handsome tuxedo and appeared gorgeous. There were women all around him waving paddles with numbers on them. He held both ends of his collars and had a smug smile on his mouth.

"Excuse me madams, the community center is holding an auction to raise money for finding a cure to cancer," the woman said timidly. Bulma thought and then was smiling devilishly to herself.

"All participants will receive fifty percent of the money they gained," the woman smiled. Chi-Chi then followed Bulma into smiling.

"What type of auction, might I ask?" Chi-Chi said clearing her throat. The woman grinned, showing her dimples.

"This is not your usual auction ladies. Men will be auctioned off for one night. Women who have an interest in the man being shown at the moment may bid and hope to win," she explained.

"And you mentioned that... all men who participate will get to keep fifty percent," Chi-Chi said timidly.

"Correct. We realize that this can be difficult for men, and we wish to thank them for helping," the woman smiled.

"Thank you," Bulma and Chi-Chi beamed. The woman left the flier and proceeded to leave. Bulma was the first to speak.

"Well, it seems the boys will have a date tomorrow," Bulma grinned. Chi-Chi frowned at the thought.

"I don't know Bulma... what about Goku?" Chi-Chi whispered.

"What about him?" Bulma asked.

"He's so... you know... naïve" Chi-Chi explained. Bulma laughed.

"Don't worry Chi-Chi. Goku is very respectful in that which he would never do anything to hurt you," Bulma calmed.

"And what about Vegeta? He is not like Goku-"

"Chi-Chi, he is my husband, plus, like he'll ever get anything better than me," she laughed. Chi-Chi chuckled and sighed.

"I guess this could be good for them," she smirked.

"Not just them, but our boys too. Trunks is beginning to become a bit of a smart mouth," Bulma huffed. Bulma was thinking that maybe if she forced Trunks to do this, it could show him that she was his mother and that no matter how old he gets, she will always be able to control him. But in reality, she was only upset because Trunks had been dating a girl whom she does not like... at all.

"My Goten... this could be the opportunity for him to finally help with the expenses, why not?" Chi-Chi agreed. She loved her son but at times he could be a little too much like his father; careless.

"So then it's settled! Oh and you know what else?" Bulma continued with her plan.

"What?" Chi-Chi responded.

"We should get the other guys to join as well..." Bulma smiled. Chi-Chi laughed and nodded.

"How do you propose we do that?" Chi-Chi queried.

"We plan my dear friend," Bulma explained.

The two finished off their espresso and walked around the city, delighting in all of the beautiful buildings and scenery. Chi-Chi looked over at her friend and frowned.

"We should probably go now," she suggested. Bulma nodded and pulled out a case with the Capsule Corp logo on it. She opened the lid and retrieved a capsule. She threw it with ease and POOF! Her hover car appeared. Both women entered the car and headed towards their current destination.

After about an hour of driving, they arrived to their wanted location; Kame House. Bulma and Chi-Chi hesitated for a few moments, but eventually knocked on the door. Relief came over them when their wanted person greeted them.

"Bulma, Chi-Chi? What are you doing here?" Eighteen asked. Bulma and Chi-Chi were never really used to the fact that this woman was part of the good guys now. They were friendly towards each other but... Eighteen scared them to death.

"Eighteen, do you want Krillin to earn money to support his family?" Chi-Chi asked.

"What are you talking about?" Eighteen questioned. She crossed her arms and tapped her feet.

"You see, there's this auction and all participants will receive fifty percent of what they gain..." Bulma explained.

"Where are you going with this?" Eighteen demanded to know.

"Well, the auction is for men... and they must go out on a date for the whole day-"

"Sounds great. I'll have Krillin sign up," Eighteen said, seriousness never once leaving her face.

"Wow, didn't think it was going to be that easy," Chi-Chi sighed.

"Are you kidding? Money and a day away from Krillin. Throw in free drinks, and it's paradise," Eighteen explained with the smallest hint of a smile. Bulma and Chi-Chi looked at her and grinned.

"So we're all in agreement," Bulma cheered.

"Sure, I'll even get the perverted old geyser to sign up," Eighteen choked.

Once they had gotten Eighteen to agree to their proposal, Bulma and Chi-Chi went off to recruit other men. Once they realized that they had absolutely no idea on where to find Tien and Chaotzu, the ladies looked for Yamcha and found him in a well-known bar. Knowing Yamcha, he agreed immediately.

Both women were content with the line-up they created. They knew that what they were doing to their husbands would be a bit more painful if their "buddies" were around to suffer with them.

End of Flash Back!

"So you're really going to force me to do this?" Goten groaned. Chi-Chi smiled and slowly nodded her head. "Well, are you sure that Trunks will have to do this as well?"

"Bulma seemed awfully sure about it," Chi-Chi assured. Goten huffed air and directed it towards his forehead.

"Hon, I have things to do tomorrow, so I can't make it," Goku said hoping that she would let him out of this one. Chi-Chi turned her head. It was at that moment that Goku realized that maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. Her eyes were full of fire.

"You will attend this auction, you are going to be respectful, and you are not going to train! Do I make myself clear, or do I need to repeat myself!?" she screamed. Goku's eyes widened in fear and his head did what his first instinct was; nod vigorously.

"Y-yes Chi-Chi," he whimpered. She calmed down but maintained her scolding glare.

"Ok then, I'm off to make a call," Chi-Chi sighed. Goten looked at her with intense curiosity and anger.

"Who are you going to call? Channel 4 news?!" Goten screamed.

"Do not raise your voice at me young man!" Chi-Chi bellowed. She rose from the table and left with a stride.

Chi-Chi entered her bedroom and walked towards the phone her father had given her for her birthday. She picked it up and speed dialed a familiar number.

"Hello?" a feminine voice spoke.

"Videl! Just the person I needed!" Chi-Chi beamed.

Goten was pacing all around the kitchen, waving his hands like a madman. Goku sat looking at his son, a hand under his chin.

"Dad, how can you not be totally opposed to this?" Goten questioned. Goku stared off into space trying to find an answer to that question.

"Goten, when your mother wants something, she will eventually get it, for awhile at least. It's best not to fight her on this one," he responded. Goten stopped in his tracks. He bit his cheek and moved his eyes back and forth.

"What am I going to do? I guess I should probably get my damn suit ready," Goten sighed.

"Now why would you want to do that?" Goku laughed.

"Dad, you need to wear a suit for this kind of stuff" Goten answered as if it was common knowledge.

Goku's fear level rose up instantly. He didn't like to wear those types of clothes! They were so... so not him. He didn't like the way they made them feel. All itchy and suffocated.

"You're pulling my leg," Goku chuckled but then noticed Goten's serious face. Goku breathed in through his nose and let out a tiny whimper. "Do you think it's too late to change your mother's mind?"

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"Vegeta! Trunks! I'm home!" Bulma shouted while entering her home after a long day. Hung her keys on the wooden hanger and sighed. She looked around as the bots kept everything neat and tidy. Metal of course, is no replacement for her flesh and blood.

"Trunks! Vegeta!" she called again.

No answer.

A door slammed rooms away. The slam was followed by heavy—no, angry footsteps. Bulma recognized the sound of those paces; annoyed and embarrassed footsteps, only one person has those.

"Mom! I just got off the phone with Goten!" Trunks bellowed. His hair looked as if he had been grabbing and pulling on it. Darn that Goten… she really wanted it to be a surprise.

"And?" Bulma asked innocently, walking towards the kitchen. Trunks followed her, his hands demanding her voice give an answer by waving and jerking around his hands

"Mom! Stop acting dumb! Tell me this is a cruel joke!" Trunks sighed.

"I don't know, was it a joke when I caught you making out with that hussy, on my front porch," she spat. This event is going to teach her son a valuable lesson, which is…. She'll think of a reasonable one later.

"First of all, she has a name. Second, you are going to explain what Goten was talking about," Trunks commanded. Bulma found it oddly funny that he did not defend the hussy when she in fact called her that.

She crossed her arms and bit her cheek. She enjoyed it when her son begged her for things… it made her feel needed in a twisted way. Her left arm formed into a V, making her purse slide into the middle. She reached inside and pulled out the flyer with a grin. She dangled it back and forth as if to toy with him.

Trunks' eyes went straight for the giant font letters "MEN AUCTION". He closed his eyes, wanting the entire situation to be a dream…a nightmare is more like it. He took a deep breath and held it. His thoughts were racing in his mind like crazy. Once he exhaled, he only had one action on his mind; yelling.

"What in your right mind possessed you to do this to me!? Are you insane!? I seriously think that you're getting old because no person in their right mind would ever do this to their own flesh! I mean have you no respect for me what so ever mother!? What is the media going to think about this!? Trunks Briefs being prostituted by his own mother! You know what!? I am a grown man! I am not doing this… this act of filth for you!" he bellowed. He ranted so quickly that he was actually out of breath.

Bulma kept her vision on her fingernails. Once realizing that her son was finished bantering at her, she looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Are you done?" she asked.

Trunks nodded angrily.

"First of all you are doing it, because if you don't the media will get ahold of something that is actually degrading! Oh by the way, the auction is going towards research to finding a cure to cancer! I believe that is worth being on stage for five minutes you ungrateful child! As I was saying, the media will get ahold of your baby pictures-"

"Big whoop, I was an adorable child," Trunks said smugly.

"You didn't let me finish. The media will receive pictures of you, during your potty training years!" she squealed with excitement.

Trunks lost the color in his face. He remembered those years… They were vague, but they were there. Yells from his father to become a man… and use a toilet. Those memories haunted him. He had suppressed them to the darkest reaches of his mind… for his mother to even threaten him with that… was enough to submit to her command. She was his mother… they somehow always manage to make their children do what they wanted… in the end.

"I'll do it…" he muttered, ashamed of himself.

"That's my baby boy," she cooed patting his hair.

Trunks' mind began working again! His father! His father wouldn't stand for this! And he never worked a phone so chances are… he doesn't know yet. If he were to hear the news coming from someone that wasn't his mother… he would be livid. This was his green light! His mouth curved into a deep smile. A devious smile! He would not go down without a fight!

Bulma looked at her son with curiosity. Why was he smiling so strangely? His eyes were looking outside… wait no…. She looked in the directions her son's eyes were located at… the Gravity Room—Vegeta!

The two minds somehow knew what the other one was thinking, and they bolted for the closest door. Trunks arrived first, desperately wanting to reach his father before his mother did. Bulma panicked for a split second… then realized, she was a woman! No one made her cower in fear! She would handle her husband with ease.

Trunks rushed through the Gravity Room's door to find his father in deep training.

"What do you want boy!?" Vegeta hissed, while attacking the robotic that were in the room.

"Mom! Prostitution! Toilet training!" everything came out at once from Trunks' mouth. It was as if word vomit was his only way of communicating with the world.

Vegeta turned around to see his offspring in a haze. He was ranting to himself… what a fool…

"Speak clearly or I'll pummel you for disrupting my training!" the prince commanded.

"Mom is basically selling you and me for a night!" Trunks screamed.

"What are talking about? I swear boy, if this is another one of your pathetic attempts to make a joke, you will be regretting it for the rest of your life!" Vegeta spat, putting one foot forward and forming his hands into sweaty fists.

"Dad, I am not joking. If I were, I would never disrupt you from your training, in doing so that would be a death sentence," Trunks spoke seriously.

Vegeta moved the thought around and then came to the conclusion that this situation was not a joke. Vegeta huffed signaling that Trunks would not die if he spoke.

"She signed us up for an auction, and she is going to let anybody bid on us…" Trunks said slowly. Vegeta gridded his teeth.

"How long have you known about this?" Vegeta questioned.

"I found out a few moments ago myself-"

"How dare she!? I am a Prince! Not one of her damn inventions to be sold! I am above her and everyone else! Who does she think she is!? She is no one! She will not bring me down to the level of mere earthlings to be showcased!" Vegeta protested.

Trunks let him have his fit, while he, much like his own mother, looked down at his fingernails, until his father was finished. Trunks looked up to see his enraged father, and decided to send him overboard… just a little bit.

"She also said that you were a buffoon," Trunks smirked.

Vegeta had had enough! He dashed through the door, knocking his son down, and raced towards the compound.

He slammed the door opened and saw his wife, seated with a cup of tea in her hand, and a magazine in the other. Trunks followed him closely behind.

"I suppose you heard the news," she said while taking a sip of her tea.

"Tell her off dad…" Trunks whispered into his father's ear, "Tell that no one treats you like that."

"You listen here you wretched wench! I don't know what goes on in your crazy tiny brain, but I do know this! I am not your dog and I will do whatever I please. I am not doing this auction!" he screamed.

"Fine," she said calmly, reading a headline.

"Fine?" both Saiyans asked dumbfounded.

"What the hell do you mean fine?" Vegeta questioned baffled.

"I mean fine. You are a prince and you shouldn't have to do anything I ask of you," Bulma chuckled.

"Yes that's right. And don't you forget it woman," Vegeta chimed. He was on his way out, when she spoke again.

"You know it's funny, I sent the auction holders a picture of you, and Chi-Chi sent in one of Goku, and let me tell you, they thought that Goku would make a substantial amount of money when compared to you. They said that he was the most handsome fellow ever! But I said no. I told them that you would show them by bringing in ten times more money than Goku. But since you're backing out, I guess this means Goku wins…again," she explained while laughing.

Vegeta stood frozen. Could this be true? Was he about to let the idiot beat him?

"Father, she is trying to fool you! Don't let her," Trunks pleaded.

"Shut it boy," Vegeta snapped.

There were two lethal options. Do what his wife told him to do, or lose to Kakarrot. No competition, he would have to suck it up. Sweat trickled down his forehead as the thought came closer and closer.

"Woman…" he groaned in agony.

"Yes?" she asked happily.

"I'm in…"

Ha! Looks like Trunks couldn't save his father! Oh no…. Vegeta was cornered… totally not fair…. Please REVIEW and stay tuned for next time, when the auction preparations begin! Don't miss out on Goku trying to put on his suit… and Vegeta doing Vegeta stuff! Oh and don't miss sibling and friend teasing…. JOY! XD